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MS. HONEY: TEACHER APPRECIATION WEEK

Pairing: Harry Styles x F!Reader Word Count: 2.7k+ Warnings: tooth rotting fluff! Summary: It takes a village to raise a special needs child. Gemma's son is growing up and starting kindergarten in the fall. Uncle Harry is struggling with not being able to spend all day, everyday, with his nephew who he's grown quite attached to. When he accompanies Gemma and Arlo on his first day of school, he meets Ms.Honey. Harry decides Kindergarten might not be so bad after all. A/N: For the sake of the story, Gemma and Harry live in the states. I know more about the school system in America than the UK so it just made sense! This story is not meant to be a 100% depiction of what a family of this dynamic is like. Harry and Gemma Styles are very real people and are only being used for fictional purposes!

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Dear Students and Parents,

This week is Teacher Appreciation Week! Every day this week we will be celebrating our staff and teachers to let them know how much we care for them. Below is a list for what the theme will be each day this week. Help us show our teachers and staff how much we appreciate their hard work!

-Mrs.Rina(Principal)

Monday:

We’re Muffin Without You!- Surprise a staff member or teacher with their favorite treat.

Tuesday:

Tasty Tuesday!- Volunteer to serve a sponsored breakfast.

Wednesday:

We’re WILD About Our Staff!- Thank a staff member with their favorite flower, or a gift/hand made picture of their favorite animal.

Thursday:

Thankful Thursday!- Treat a staff member with a gift card or hand made card!

Friday:

Phantasmagoric Palette!- Ask your teacher her/his favorite color and wear it!

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Sunday;

Sunday mornings are Harry’s favorite day of the week. Sitting with Gemma at her dining room table with a hot cup of tea in front of him. He watched Gemma scoot about through her kitchen to make Arlo breakfast.

Scooby Doo was on the TV in the living room for Arlo to watch while he played with his legos. His occasional giggles would make Harry smile a little brighter.

“You’re daydreaming again.” Gemma said while flipping a pancake on the electric griddle.

Shifting his gaze from the window to his sister, he looked at her bashfully, then glanced back down to his tea, “Sorry. You know it’s hard to stop once I start.”

A plate of pancakes was sat down in front of him along with a bottle of syrup, engulfing his senses with the sweet and buttery smell.

“Eat. It’ll perk you up some.” Gemma ordered, giving him a small smile.

Rolling his eyes, Harry picked up his fork and poured some syrup on the pancakes. Using his fork to cut them up and eat them while he slowly sipped on his tea in between bites.

“So, what’s got you in such a daze?” Gemma asked, plating up more pancakes for her and Arlo.

Harry hesitated to answer, nervous about how Gemma would react. He pushed the syrup around on his plate, dragging his fork through it as a distraction while he built up the nerve. “You remember a few weeks ago when we all helped with the field day?” he asked, glancing up at his sister.

Setting the plates down on the table, Gemma leaned against the table with one hand while propping the other on her hip, “Of course I do. What about it?” she asked, arching an eyebrow suspiciously.

“When everyone left, it was just me and Honey. She noticed my face was sunburned and pulled out some aloe to rub on my face. Uh, well…I might have made a move on her and we kissed.” Harry rambled, blushing madly.

Gemma stared at him with a mixture of astoundment and unsurprised. “Well for one I’m shocked you had your first kiss in her classroom, but I’m also not shocked after that little water balloon fight you both had. The tension is thick enough for a knife to cut.”

“I’ve never had a first kiss like this Gemma.” he sighed, setting down his fork. “There were fireworks. Not sparks. Fireworks. I’m positive she felt them too.”

“Sounds like Harry is in loveee.” Gemma teased, cutting up Arlo’s pancakes for him, then calling him to the table.

Harry felt a giant knot in his stomach. Love. That was a big word to use for somebody he wasn’t officially dating. It’s not something he can confidently say he’s ever experienced to know the signs either.

“Harry?”

“What?”

“Don’t overthink it.” Gemma said, sitting next to him and starting to eat her own pancakes. “By the way! Next week is Teacher Appreciation Week. The flier is hanging on the fridge if you want to look at it.” Pointing to the fridge with his fork.

Glancing at the fridge, Harry saw the piece of paper Gemma was talking about. “Did you plan on doing anything?” Harry asked, looking back to Gemma.

“Of course.” Gemma said as if it was obvious. “There might be some days you can do too. So give it a look when you’re done.”

Quickly finishing up his breakfast, he took his plate and mug to the sink, rinsing it off before turning to the fridge to read over the theme for each day. “Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday seem the most open for me.” patting his pants to make sure he had his wallet and phone, he looked back over to Gemma, “I’m running to the store to pick up a few things. Do you need anything?” he asked, pulling his phone out to snap a picture of the paper.

Amused by Harry’s sudden urgency, she shook his head, “We’re fine. Go buy your gifts for your girl.” she dismissed with a wave of her hand.

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Monday:

We’re Muffin Without You!

As all your students entered the room, they quickly came up to you with excitement to give you the treats their parents had picked out. You assure them that you would look through each gift at the end of the day and that they’ve made you feel extremely loved today.

The day came and went with ease, not having any major hiccups to tend to with your students. Easy days like these were always cherished in your classroom.

As dismissal came around and your kids slowly left, you leaned back in your chair and sighed. The silence welcomed you in a warm embrace till it was interrupted by a soft knock on your door. Looking up to see Harry standing there with a soft smile on his face as he admired you.

“Sorry for interrupting your down time. I just wanted to personally drop this off to you.” he said, holding up a grocery bag.

Beckoning him inside, you sat up in your chair, “Well bring it here then.” you said, making grabby hands for the bag.

Harry laughed, walking over to you and handing you the bag, which you accepted with glee.

Opening the bag, you glanced at its contents and gasped, pulling out the container of banana nut muffins. “For the sweet to my nut.” you read the writing scribbled on top of the container. Snorting with laughter, you covered your mouth in embarrassment.

Harry looked at you amused, “You like that?” he asked, trying not to laugh himself.

“I love it.” you assured him, popping open the container to grab a muffin. “Banana nut is my favorite.” taking a bite out of the muffin you couldn’t help but moan, “Oh my God these are amazing!” you raved, looking at the brand he bought. “I’ll have to remember this next time I go grocery shopping!”

Puffing his chest out proudly, Harry smiled, brushing off his shoulder “Yeah, not to brag but I’ve got good taste.” he shrugged.

You rolled your eyes fondly, “Well I appreciate your good taste. Thank you.” setting down your muffin, and leaning over your desk to press a soft kiss to his cheek.

His green eyes looked back into your own as you pulled away, an emotion swimming in them that you couldn’t quite put a finger on identifying.

Gently caressing your cheek, he then softly spoke, “There’s more to come for you this week darling. I hope you expect to be spoiled.” giving a small smile and a playful wink, he kissed your cheek in return. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay.” you softly said in return, leaning into his touch.

Giving you a final kiss to your forehead, he said goodbye, smiling at your gentle gentle echo of a farewell as he walked out the classroom door.

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Wednesday:

We’re WILD About Our Staff!- Thank a staff member with their favorite flower, or a gift/hand made picture of their favorite animal.

“Oh my goodness! Thank you so much Arlo!” you gushed as he handed you the stuffed lion. Flashbacks to the zoo played through your head as you admired the small stuffed animal.

Arlo giggled at your reaction, “Zoo!” he said, clearly having the same thoughts as you.

You nodded enthusiastically, “Yes! That’s exactly what I thought of too. Thank you Bub.” The nickname has grown on you since hearing Harry speak it so fondly.

As you were in the middle of your reading lesson, there was a knock on the door. Pausing where you were, you walked over and opened it. Nancy stood there with a giddy smile on her face and an arm full of wildflowers, “special delivery!” she said, handing them off to you.

“Oh, wow!” you said, cradling the vase in your arms. “Who are they from?” you asked, looking from the flowers to her.

Nancy smiled at you, “Oh, just some guy. Called himself Mr.Honey.” she winked, turning to walk back to the front desk.

Sighing and shaking your head, you gently closed the door and walked the flowers back to your desk. Some of the boys making teasing remarks about you having a crush which just made you laugh.

Adjusting the vase to sit perfectly on your desk, you sniffed the flowers, humming happily at the sweet smell. Pulling the small card out of the bouquet you opened it to read the note inside.

‘A queen bee as beautiful as you deserves flowers just as stunning and radiant. When you look at these and think of how pretty they are, I want you to know that’s how I feel when I look at you. -Mr.Honey.’

“Who are they from Ms.Honey?!” Sean called out, bouncing in his chair. The other students looked up at you with wide curious eyes.

Laughing, you shook your head. Of course this had all of their attention and you couldn’t blame them. If you saw somebody get handed a beautiful vase of flowers you would be nosy too. “It’s a secret admirer.” you teased, tucking the note into your desk away from their prying eyes. “Let’s focus back on our reading okay?” you decided to redirect, going back to the front of the classroom and continuing your lesson.

Later that afternoon you called Harry to personally thank him for the flowers. You made sure they arrived home with care and now have them sitting in the window sill of your kitchen that’s right above your sink.

“I was expecting you.” he answered, causing you to giggle.

“I wanted to tell you about these beautiful flowers I got today.”

“Flowers? Somebody’s got a crush.” he teased.

You couldn’t help but play along. “Yeah, he calls himself Mr.Honey and thinks I’m beautiful.”

“He sounds extremely charming. You should give him a chance.”

“I think I will. He’s pretty cute and goofy himself.”

Harry laughed, and it was then that you decided you wanted to make him laugh till his stomach hurt. Till he was laughing so hard he was silent with tears streaming down his face. Chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Butterflies invaded your stomach and your heart skipped a beat at the thought.

“I’m glad you loved the flowers Honey. By the way, you can plant them in your garden and it’s supposed to attract honey bees.”

Placing your hand over your heart, your bottom lip pouted outward, “Harry, that’s so thoughtful. I can’t believe how much thought you put into this.”

“It’s what you do for those you l-...really like.” he caught himself. Pinching the bridge of his nose and scrunching his face as he cringed at the almost slip up.

Thankfully you didn’t catch it though, only smiling and shaking your head as you admired the flowers. “Well, I’m glad the feeling is mutual.” the both of you were blushing like crazy on both ends of the phone. This phase took the both of you back to your youth, being up on the phone late at night with your crush, whispering cute things to each other, and refusing to hang up.

“Oh, guess what Arlo gave me today!” you said, suddenly remembering the cute gift.

“I can only imagine.” Harry chuckled. “What did he give you?”

“A stuffed lion.” you said proudly. “It reminded him of the zoo so he wanted me to have it.” picking up the stuffed animal, you held it close against your chest. “I adore that kid.”

Harry smiled at the memory, not a doubt in his mind that Arlo saw the lion and threw a fit until Gemma would buy it for you. “I adore him too. He can be off the wall but he’s a sweet kid.”

“He really is. I don’t think I would have signed on for another two years at the school if it weren’t for him.” Thinking back on the bond you had with your students, they all had their special connection to you, but you couldn’t help but feel drawn to Arlo and favor him a little bit.

“Honey, that's great!” Harry exclaimed, happy to know Arlo will get to see you for two more years.

A soft giggle slipped past your lips, “I thought you’d be happy to hear that.”

“I’m over the moon.” Harry softly said. “I hate to cut this call short but I had an early day and my bed is calling my name. I’ll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Of course. Go get your beauty sleep.”

“Hmm, Goodnight Honey.”

“Goodnight, Harry.”

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Thursday:

Thankful Thursday!- Treat a staff member with a gift card or hand made card!

Overwhelmed was the only word to describe it. Walking into your classroom the next morning, you were greeted by a large basket on your desk full of gifts. Slowly setting down your bag, you stood over the basket and admired it. Spotting a gift tag, you gently opened it to see who it was from.

To: Ms.Honey

From: Your Worker Bees

All the parents had gotten together to put together this gift basket for you from the class. You didn’t know what you did in a past life to get such an amazing class.

Pulling open the ribbon, you removed the plastic wrapping to see what all was inside. Mixed with the cute gifts were a few cards as well. You couldn’t wait to read them when you got home this afternoon. One of the moms made you a custom t-shirt, another personally made you a tumbler cup, some of the dad’s even pitched in a home depot gift card to be funny.

As if you couldn’t get any more emotional, each kid came in and handed you a homemade card they did themselves. The love these kids have for you, the impact you’ve made in such a short amount of time, is why you love this job. They’ve given you a purpose in life to live and you were determined to make them feel that love right back.

So, as a thank you for being such an awesome group of kids, you made popcorn and watched movies all day. Nothing fueled your happiness like the sounds of them happily chattering to one another or laughing during the film. Work could definitely wait.

Later that evening you sat down and decided to read the cards from the parents. You’d held it together pretty well until you got to Gemma’s card.

Ms. Honey,

This week is all about you and rightfully so. Words can not describe how thankful I am to have you as Arlo’s teacher. You’ve helped ease every worry I have, answering all my emails, and even my texts. The bond you and Arlo have is something I would have never imagined. He’s learned so much from you. Things I would have never had the patience to teach him. You make him feel safe and that’s all I could ever want for my child around another adult. If it wasn’t for you(and Harry honestly) I’m sure I’d be one short mishap to a ward. Thank you for all you’ve done and continue to do. My family has become infinitely happier since you’ve buzzed into our lives. You’re an amazing teacher, and an amazing friend to us parents.

Yours sweetly, Gemma

Ps- Sorry for the bee pun Pss- Not really though

TAG LIST: @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite @justlemmeadoreyou @squirreljoe @end-of-the-earth @behindmygreyeyes

#ms.honey🐝#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #sunny writes #harry styles fluff

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sunnydayroleplay · 1 year

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Could I get some period comfort by Jack? I’m in so much pain right now..🥲

I'm so sorry about that, of course you can! Jack's here and he's here forever long as he can be. (Also, apologies in advance, I'm a guy and I'm not the best to ask about period 'symptoms' and whatnot, but I have 2 sisters and lots of female friends, so let's make it work!) This fic includes: Jack being Jack, Cuddle time, Praise/Compliments, being treated like no one else in the world, Use Of 'Sunshine, Sunbeam, Sunspot' You're in bed, clenching your stomach. You plug in your heating pad from beside you, and wait for the damn thing to heat up as your hands ball up into fists. You rolled around in your sheets, you felt clammy, you were anxious when there was no reason to be, it just wasn't going to be a nice week, was it? As you lay in bed, Jack gently knocked on the door. Letting out a groan you tell him to come in. The door creaked open as he cautiously walked in. -"Good morning, sunspot! A-Are you feeling okay..now?" Earlier, you didn't feel like talking and politely told him to leave. You shook your head, curling yourself further into a ball. You held your knees close to your chest, then immediately put them down. Jack walked over to your bed and sat down beside you, extending his hand gently. You took his hand and pulled it close to your heart. Just in general, you hugged his arm. Though he was taken aback slightly, he didn't fight against your pull. Instead he leaned in closer to kiss your forehead. He pulled himself back to as far as you would allow him, and he rubbed your shoulder up and down. -"Do you need anything? I can make you some tea, or something to eat..?" -"Hnnng..yeah..tea sounds nice.." Jack smiled and gave you another kiss. You loosened your hold on him and he slithered away into the kitchen for a good 20 minutes, coming back with some nice hot tea. You told him to place it down on your bed-side table, and so he did. You gestured him to come lay down next to you by patting down on the bed. You scooted farther away so you could make room for him. He laid himself down, and you plopped down into his chest. You could hear his muffled giggle and you couldn't help but smile ever-so slightly. His heartbeat like a white-noise, his arms wrapping around you as he began to caress your back and massage your neck. -"Jack? Do you love me?" -"Of course I do, sunbeam. Why would you think otherwise?"

-"I don't feel good, Jack, I...mmmpf..I hurt."

-"I know you do, I wish I could take away all that hurt, I would do anything to make sure you never hurt again." You began to close your eyes and hold on tighter to him, like a child holding a balloon outside in a park, trying not to let go for it to fly away into the air. -"I love you so much, sunshine. And I'll love you forever and always." -"I love you too, ehe, forever and always." -"Rest now, I'm not going anywhere..unless you want me too. Then I'll just be right outside the door~" And like that, the white noise beating within his chest, the sweet tone his voice exumes, his careful touch was sure enough to ease your pain--even if not by much--and lull you into a restful slumber.

#jacktor #sdj jack #sdj jacktor #sdj joseph #sunny day jack #swwsdj #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack roleplay #sunny day jack joseph

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slasher-lovers-blog · 2 years

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The grabber x reader

~Hidden Heart ~

Warning: violence, kidnapping, angst, fluff (?), blood, knife, cursing, abusive dad

Characters: Max, Albert Shawn aka the grabber, the reader.

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You were getting ready go get home, working in the grocery store was hard as it was summer and 30°. Your body felt like it was in a oven as you panted, taking your bag. You said goodbye to your coworkers and went outside; the sun welcoming you outside as no clouds were in the sky. As you walked your normal route to your house, you regretted the parasol that your mother offered. You were 20 and still lived at home, unable to pay for your own house. You had taken this job to earn enough, to move out and have a great life but nothing could prepare what happened later.

Headphones on as you trotted in a calm pace to home, to distracted to notice a black van following you. Everywhere was posters hanging of missing kids. No one knew who this person was or why he did it. Everyone feared to be the next. You sighed as you saw your familiar house, the old oak tree hanging over as leaves were green, the swings standing under it. Your dad builded it when you were 7, it was your birthday present. But now you barely used it as work was more important and going out. It would be weird to swing as a 20 year old, right?

She opened the small gate and closed it behind her as she took her headphones off, putting the MPlayer off. "Y/n!!" Her little sister screamed as she towards her big sister as she entered. "Hey kid" she grinned. Her sister giggled and hugged y/n's legs. "How was school?" Y/n asked. "Great!" The younger yelled before running back to the tv to watch her favorite show. Y/n sighed and headed to the kitchen, dropping her bag on a chair. Mother wasn't at home as dad was working late. 'I'm grocery shopping' was written on a yellow paper. She sighed as she spilled herself some orange juice before heading to her room.

9:00 pm.

Your father came home, in a bad mood. He started to argue about any small thing your mother did, trying to make a fight. Your mother looked tired and tried to ignore him. Your dad slapped her across the face. Y/n and her little sister sat at in her room, listening with scared eyes. Y/n tried to comfort her little sister; distracting her by playing with her dollhouse. It worked untill she went to bed. Y/n headed to her bedroom before hearing her father storm upstairs. "What the fuck you think you going?!" He barked at her. She flinched and sighed. It was no use arguing back.

The next morning, Y/N headed to work earlier than usual, not wanting to hear the whole scene of her father. He always act like he regretted it but he would always do it again. As she headed through the street, a van followed her untill it stopped infront of her. She stopped, wondering why this dude parked awfully. She noticed a man get out, dressed odd. The man wore a hat in the summer, wearing sunglasses and black clothes. His face was painted white or was it makeup? She couldn't tell. "Hello dear, sorry of my awfully parking but I'm in quite a hurry" the man spoke with a kind smile. Y/n blinked before nodding. "Where do you need to be?" She asked. The man chuckled as he told her the place. She explained it as best she could, obviously suspicious of this stranger. Y/n never noticed him before or seen him.

He must have noticed the questionable look on her face as he laughed. "I'm sorry, I'm part magician and this kinda is my outfit for the show, understand?" He explained. Y/N nodded and smiled, reliefed. 'He wasn't the grabber' she thought, oh how wrong she was. Y/N noticed the black balloons in the back of the van. "Oh, are those black balloons? I never seen those before" she said curious. His eyes fell on the balloons and smiled. "Yeah, wanna take a closer look?" He asked her.

First part of the new series!! Hope you like it so far. I just wanted to give the reader a small backstory 😊

#fyp #fypage #slasher fandom #the black phone #ethan hawke #the grabber x reader #the grabber #albert shaw #fypシ #slashers

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vixey-chakraborty · 2 years

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The One with the Heads Up & [Vixxen and F.R.I.E.N.D.S.]

In which Vixey, Drakken, Jun, Al, and Tiana celebrate Vixey’s 30th birthday...[takes place: September 8th]

@dr-drckken, @moon-yeongjun, @alzcomicbarn, @truitt-story

[tw -- none? insecurity lmfao]

VIXEY: "I just wanted to say thank you all," Vixey said to the table, where everyone was getting seated. Her mama was bringing over the main dish. Her brothers were already ready to tuck in. Her papa was still in the kitchen, fixing his wife a drink. And some of Vixey's best friends were seated around the table.

"For coming tonight. I've really appreciated all of you the last year and I am just--very grateful to all of you. Now, please, tuck in!" she instructed as she sat down herself.

"Can't believe I am a whole decade older," she chuckled.

JUN: Of course Jun had come!

It had been a little tricky, but thankfully, he had two strapping young men to hold down the Moon Market front, supervised by Eomma. Tae was home, watching the girls. Was Jun still a little anxious about all these moving parts-- yes, yes he was-- but Vixey had had a big year and he wanted to support her too. He'd just not stay for dessert, to free Eomma and make sure he could close the store.

"It sneaks up on you," said Jun, nodding, as he was already thirty. "But you know, I like my thirties. I barely remember my 20s to be fair, it was mostly medical school anyway, hm? Now this is like your fresh start."

TIANA: Maybe it was just the emotional rollercoaster that August had been, but Tiana found herself getting a little misty-eyed. Vixey had been there for her through some really tough stuff. And she really wanted her to know how much she appreciated her. So she'd been able to finagle an evening off, handing the reigns over to Angie (and, thankfully, Candace and Vanessa were back now too).

"I'm excited for you, Vixey," Tiana smiled. She lifted her glass and looked around the table. "To Vixey, yeah? An amazing friend. And sister and daughter. Just the best."

AL: "Thirties are the best!" said Al. "Haven't you heard? Thirties are the new twenties." He let out a hearty laugh and raised his glass, clinking it against Tiana's, since she was the closest to him.

"To Vixey!"

DRAKKEN: Drakken, uncharacteristically, said nothing to any of this from where he sat at the table. That was, closer to the Chakraborty’s than any of the other people here who were Vixey’s friends. What was he supposed to say? The way he had spent his 20’s, and not 30’s, was nothing these people could relate to or would probably approve of. And, as he had vowed not to do, he didn’t want to embarrass Vixey in front of them.

Especially on her birthday.

He had already been drinking from his glass when the toast was proposed and stumbled to pull it away from his face and meet the glasses that were in front of him, cheeks ballooning before he harshly swallowed down.

VIXEY: Vixey didn't actually care too much about turning thirty. Except that she had just...thought she'd be in a different place in her life. Married. With children. And she had had half of that. And lost it. Which was more than what most people could say at her age. It was all very strange and awkward, but she was coming to find that...life was like that.

The toast made her blush. She giggled and raised her glass as well, taking a sip and feeling her heart near-bursting from the gratitude and warmth of the people around the table.

It had been a rough few years, but she felt at home here.

"Thanks everyone, that makes me feel better. Less old."

"You're not old," scoffed Farhan, her eldest brother. She wrinkled her nose at him.

"What do we think about a game after dinner? Maybe charades or, uh, what's that one where you put something on your forehead and people ahve to guess?"

JUN: Jun drank, and then his nose wrinkled at the suggestion of a game. Aish, he always hated such things. His family stuck to watching movies together mostly. Games got too competitive too fast. Tae and Star always ended up fighting to the death if they tried.

"Eh, do we have an even amount of people for that?" Jun wondered. He cast his eye around the table. "One, two, three, four... you got to get in pairs you know...five--six..."

TIANA: Tiana laughed. Leave it to Jun to overthink. She didn't really care what they did; she was having fun either way. Though she did feel the need to assert her bestie status. "I call Vixey as my partner!" she announced, blowing a kiss in her friend's direction and giggling.

AL: "Aw, well we don't wanna leave Drakken out!" said Al. He wanted to make sure that Vixey's new beau fit in with the friend group! Also, for some reason he felt like Drakken was a kindred spirit -- a fellow outsider! He gave the other man a thumbs up. "He should be with Vixey -- keep the lovebirds together, eh? Tiana, you can be with me. I'm so good at this game -- we're gonna kill it!"

DRAKKEN: This was familiar territory! Everyone picking partners and there Drakken was, sitting in his chair waiting until he could ask the teacher if he could just do it by himself. Except this wasn’t something he could do alone. He wished he had dragged Sarina along now. Vixey had brought her friends, why couldn’t he?

Even if it was her birthday party!

Only, to his surprise, someone stuck up for him. His eyebrows arched on his forehead and he looked over at…what was that guy’s name again? Art? Ahhh- L? Al? He mirrored the gesture, then turned to look at Vixey to see who she would side with.

VIXEY: Oh. Oh right.

Shoot. Maybe she should have suggested something that didn't have partners. Like...Monopoly! Her gaze darted from Tiana to Al to Drakken, then back to Tiana. Part of her wanted to try and gauge her reaction, but her gaze skittered away, towards Drakken--who was uncharacteristically quiet, probably trying to gauge her reaction. And she didn't want to let him down or--act like she was embarrassed by him. She wasn't!

She just--hadn't had time to tell Tiana about them yet.

"We can play several rounds!" she said, smiling first at Drakken than the table at large. "That way we can all switch up partners. Or a different game, because Jun is right. We don't have an even number."

JUN: Jun scowled when Al had picked Tiana and not him. Ah, such was life, wasn't it! Now, if he had brought a date, maybe he wouldn't be last. That's how life worked. Always in couples. See, Vixey and Drakken just proved it, coupling up right away because, well, you couldn't blame them, that was just the way the world worked and.

"It's fine, it's fine, if you all want to play it," Jun waved his hand, not even noticing Tiana's shocked expression about anything at all. "I can always sit out."

TIANA: Lovebirds?

That was a joke, right? Tiana laughed uncomfortably. It was a joke about Drakken's obvious weird crush on Vixey. Tiana honestly had been confused about why she'd invited him in the first place, but whatever, maybe they were friends and it was okay to have a crush on your friends sometimes, and considering Vixey hadn't told Tiana anything about having a literal "lovebird," there was no way it was reciprocal, right?

Not that there was anything wrong with it being reciprocal (okay, Tiana still thought it was weird, and she didn't think she liked this guy, and she thought Vixey could do a lot better. But not the point.) If Vixey really liked him, Tiana would have supported her. But if they were actually together and Vixey hadn't told her?

The weirdest part of all was that nobody else seemed shocked. Al was already moving on, and Vixey was giving Drakken some reassuring smile, and Jun was scowling like he knew what was going on.

Maybe it wasn't a joke.

Did everyone know but her?

Her expression froze, and she laughed awkwardly through her teeth again. "...Uh, am I missing something here?"

AL: "It's cuz it's a partnered game, Tiana.," said Al, who had completely misinterpreted what Tiana said.

"But Jun, I don't wanna leave you out! We can totally switch to something with teams instead. Like charades! So we'll have an uneven number, but I think we can make it work. Oh! Have you guys ever played Codenames? It's really fun. I think I have it in my car, actually, since I was going through the Barn cabinet before this. You're like a spy and you try to get your team to guess words by using other words -- wait, it's better if you play it."

DRAKKEN: Drakken resisted the urge to roll his eyes and this may as well have been his trek up Mount Everest as far as endurance and physical effort went. Sitting here, listening to these people talk among themselves made him wonder if they were even friends at all. Seriously, they couldn’t even decide on a game to play?

Although, whatever this Al guy was talking about seemed interesting even if Drakken had no idea what it was. Also, he didn’t want to sit around here asking more questions and letting the night go to waste on all their yammering. “Sure! Let’s do that.”

VIXEY: The boys talked. Vixey didn't really pay attention to them. She was looking at Tiana. Or--everywhere but Tiana. Or...kind of both. She was flitting her gaze around uncomfortably.

Maybe she should just follow Al's lead and ignore what was happening. Or she should just come clean, but the conversation had moved on and now it would be awkward. Her gaze finally landed on Jun, eyes widening, just slightly--indicating: help.

Harish, who was sitting next to Tiana, arm stretched across the back of her chair, laughed a little. "Did you not get the memo? Drakken managed to finally get up the guts to get with Vixey. After we watched them moon over each other for like a year. Right, Farhan?"

"I'm not getting involved," Farhan said and took a bite of his dinner.

"Harish, don't tease your sister," chided their father.

JUN: Er-- what was happening right now?

Jun didn't know. Jun was busy grumbling and feeling lonely while sitting in a room of people who were supposed to be his friends, spiraling off about how soon Al would be married and Tiana would be married and Vixey would be married and Jun wouldn't even be invited to game night-- and then all of a sudden?

Tiana didn't know? What? That was impossible! Tiana knew everything about Vixey. They were best friends.

"You didn't tell her?" blurted Jun directly at Vixey. Which, okay, not super smart, but he was shocked!

TIANA: Tiana could feel the heat rising to her face. Anger. Embarrassment. Betrayal. Mostly, she felt stupid. So everyone at this table had gone through the night knowing something she didn't, and Vixey was supposed to be her best friend. What the hell?

She stared at Vixey for a moment, speechless, all of the emotions playing out on her face like a silent film. And then, slowly, she turned to look at Jun, any thought that this might ruin Vixey's birthday dinner already forgotten. Too late. it was already ruined for Tiana. It was ruined the second Drakken showed up and Tiana foolishly, obliviously believed she knew what was going on.

If there was one thing Tiana hated more than anything, it was being out of the loop. Out of the know. Rich, maybe, coming from someone who had so many secrets, but she had been burned, too. By Nuka. By Jessica. And the stakes here were lower, sure, but they didn't feel like that in the moment.

Vixey was her best friend. She was supposed to be, anyway?

"No, she didn't tell me," she said slowly, barely-contained rage dripping from her tone. "Nobody told me, Jun."

Yeah, Tiana had thought Vixey would tell her, but... if not her, surely someone would tell her, right? Nobody at this table was innocent to Tiana.

AL: Oh. Oh.

Well, this was awkward. Al opened his mouth to say something, then he closed it. Then he opened it again. Then he closed it. Then he frantically looked at Jun, raising both his eyebrows and hoping that the frantic wriggling would do all the talking he needed.

"I thought she woulda told you," Al said. He tried to laugh a little, but it fell flat. "Well, uh... man, sorry about that. Just sort of assumed we all knew! Guess what they say about assuming things is right, eh? Makes an ass... out of... well, you know." He cleared his throat.

JUN: Aish, this was not good at all. Jun's eyebrows creased as he panic-looked around the table, but his gaze kept jumping back to Tiana the most, who looked like she was about to explode--

"Well, if it makes you feel better, she didn't tell me either!" Jun blurted. "Drakken did!" And he pointed right at the man.

DRAKKEN: Just when he thought they were going to finally get to the games.

Drakken’s eyes darted from person to person while they piped up. From what he was gathering Vixey hadn’t told anyone about them. At least, the restaurant lady and the grocery store guy. Al seemed to have known. That made sense, though, Drakken was gathering he was the only nice one out of the three.

Still, though. These were supposed to be Vixey’s friends. Drakken had gone straight home and not even wasted 10 seconds before he was telling Sarina about Vixey. Did that…mean something?

Of course it did. It meant she didn’t want to tell the people closest to her that she was in a relationship with him. She was embarrassed of him. She’d said so herself, hadn’t she? He thought that would have changed now, since she’d also said she wanted to be with him. Maybe this is what she meant when she had been talking about it being complicated.

“Hey!” he started, pointing back at Jun. “Everyone calm down. This Vixey’s birthday, don’t try to make this about yourselves just because you didn’t get the message or were too wrapped up in your own drama to have time to listen!”

VIXEY: Vixey was feeling a little sweaty. Was it hot in here? Was it just her?

Dinner suddenly didn't look very appetizing. She--didn't know what to do. This wasn't how she meant to tell Tiana. Obviously, she wanted to tell her! Things had just gotten away from her and then it was her birthday and she'd gotten swept up in planning for it. She had been...happy to have everyone at the table. Play a game. Laugh with her friends and her boyfriend.

But she had messed up. It was her fault. She saw the hurt on Tiana's face and she wanted to fix it. Her mouth opened--

Drakken spoke first and Vixey almost wanted to burst into grateful tears. Even if he hadn't exactly...worded it well. She owed him an apology for all of this too.

She reached out and put a hand on his arm.

"I'm sorry, T. I didn't--I was gonna tell you. I just...with everything going on it never felt like the right time and I--I am sorry." She wasn't sure what else to say, sitting there looking contrite was all she could manage.

JUN: Here was the thing about Jun.

If you yelled at him, he yelled right back. If you got angry at him, he would become angry at you. He did not know how to take a breath and calm down. And so he was ready to hit back at Drakken, not only for his own sake, but Tiana's too, eh! This wasn't their fault. They were the victims. They would have happily listened to anything Vixey had to say. Why, he'd just seen Vixey the other day. And the day before that! What drama did he have to prevent her from sharing what should be happy, happy news??

Jun did not get to yell though. Because Vixey was not yelling. And just like that-- his anger deflated, seeing his friend so upset and strikken. He frowned and leaned back in his chair, not saying anything at all.

TIANA: Drakken's words stung. Because they were true. Tiana knew she had been too wrapped up in her own drama, all month. First Jessica. Then Aurora. Then the fallout of that, fighting with Belle and snapping at her employees and feeling like she was barely holding onto the things that mattered most in her life. It was affecting everyone around her, too, and that was the worst part. Tiana hated when her own issues became everyone else's problem. She was much better at being the one to comfort other people, not the other way around.

So no wonder Vixey hadn't told her. She probably thought Tiana couldn't handle it. That she would make it about herself, the same way she was making this about herself now. She would ruin it, even. And so Vixey had thought... what? That she could have her perfect birthday dinner, with her boyfriend and her best friends and everything would go great because Tiana would be none the wiser?

It had been a long time since Tiana felt like this. Insecure. Ineffective. Like she was a heaping mess of barely-contained problems, liable to spill out at any moment. She hated it. And she hated looking at Drakken sitting there with Vixey's hand on his arm like they were united in this. Against her.

She opened her mouth to retort something harsh and biting at Drakken— how dare he, who asked him, he didn't have a fucking clue what he was talking about— but then she got the distinct feeling that she might start crying, and maybe that she would say something she really regretted, so she stopped herself.

"No, no, I get it," she said, her voice wobbly. "I get it. You're trying to have a nice time on your birthday. Sorry for the drama." She glanced at Drakken quickly and then back at Vixey, then pushed her chair back and stood up. "Y'all can get on with the game. It'll be even now." Her voice cracked on the last word.

AL: Well. This was awkward.

There were multiple times Al thought about chiming in, trying to relieve the tension with a joke or something. But each time he thought of something, another person would say something and then Al's joke seemed a little insensitive. He wanted so badly for this to be a happy birthday dinner again -- and he kept internally kicking himself in the gut for messing up. Then again, how was he to know that Vixey hadn't actually told anyone?! Especially when she invited her boyfriend! It wasn't his fault --

That was unfair. That was unfair, and now Tiana was upset and getting up, and Al sprang up.

"Tia! Aw, c'mon -- we can make the pairings work, I promise. I'm sure this was all just a huge misunderstanding, yeah? We're all friends here."

JUN: "Well, I don't want to play," piped up Jun, because he didn't. The games sounded ridiculous to him! He was grumpy before, he was grumpy now. He crossed his arms.

DRAKKEN: “Oh, absolutely not,” Drakken said, standing up and tossing his napkin onto the table. Everyone else’s anger may have dropped to the floor but his was still bright and brimming. It always was and not even Vixey’s touch could stop it. Maybe that was because she was the source of it, though.

“What did I just say? This is Vixey’s birthday! Her 30th birthday! Now you are going to sit down-” he pointed at Tiana then he turned, pointed at Jun once again, “-play whatever game she wants you to play, and you are going to enjoy it! I don’t care if you’re hurt or whatever this is, you’re friends, you’ll get over it. You two are acting like the teenagers I see everyday.”

VIXEY: This was horrible.

And all her fault.

"Drakken, it's okay," she tried, a little helplessly, because honestly? She appreciated him sticking up for her, even though she knew she had probably hurt him too with all of this. It was nice. Reassuring. It gave her enough courage to look Tiana in the face. Which she did, lifting her chin.

"I said I was sorry," she told Tiana. "I didn't mean to--I just didn't want you to get upset because of everything...and then, it just got away from me. I wasn't keeping anything from you on purpose. Or you." She looked to Jun too, but Drakken had told her he'd seen Jun and she had just...assumed. Which--as Al had said--clearly was making an ass out of her.

TIANA: Tiana felt exposed, like a dream where you got up onstage and realized you'd forgotten your trousers. She didn't want to do this right now. She didn't want to have this fight right here. She wanted to talk to Vixey privately, instead of in front of Al's awkward attempts to smooth things over and Jun's grumpy commentary and Drakken's scolding.

That was the worst part. Tiana didn't even know this guy. How was it that he got to witness— and comment on— probably the only real fight she'd ever had with Vixey? She couldn't go on with this now. If she did, she was afraid she might say something she would really regret.

"You think I would've been upset? You think I wouldn't have put aside my own stuff to be happy for you? Yeah, no, don't even, Vixey. I'm not a child—" Tiana snapped, all of her insecurity about being younger and less mature than the rest of this crew starting to rear its ugly head. Everyone was looking at her. Everyone was seeing it, all of it, all her issues and hangups and problems that she always did such a good job of hiding. It was mortifying. "Look, I think I better just go. I get what you're saying. I just don't wanna talk about it here. Don't need the audience. Sorry." Tiana swallowed hard and turned to head for the door.

VIXEY: Yeah, Vixey did think that Tiana would be upset. She could be sensitive, that was just a fact. They'd gotten in tiffs before over stupid, sensitive things. Something that Vixey had said or something that Tiana had said. Tiana was quick to anger. Vixey hadn't wanted that, so she had overcorrected.

Or, worse, Tiana would be fake about her excitement. And, besides, it had just felt like the nice thing to do. Not shove her relationship in her friend's face after she'd been through something horrible.

It was too late to do anything about it now, though.

"Tiana, wait--" Vixey said, getting up herself when Tiana pushed her chair out and headed for the front door.

TIANA: Tiana whirled around when she heard Vixey's voice, just as she was about to open the door. "What, Vixey?" Tiana said hissed, fighting back tears. Couldn't Vixey just let her leave? Couldn't she just go on with this party and have fun with her fun, non-depressing friends who could all handle the fact that she had a boyfriend, apparently?

That wasn't just bitterness. Tiana genuinely wanted Vixey to turn around and go back to the table and have a fun night. She was still hurt that Vixey hadn't told her about Drakken, but she knew they'd talk about it, eventually, and she'd get over it. She had to. She didn't want to lose Vixey as a friend.

But right now, she felt like if she were one of the wine glasses out on the table, then she'd have sprung a leak. Something cracked in her, and now she was dribbling bright red wine all over the table, ruining the night, drawing attention to herself, impossible to put back together in that moment. There was no pouring the wine back in the bottle. You just had to clean it up and make it look like it hadn't been there to begin with.

She couldn't pretend everything was fine. She couldn't do what Drakken insisted. And honestly, she didn't want to, because she had a stubborn streak that was winning out over her ability to be the person Vixey needed right now.

"What do you want me to do? First I find out you've been hiding all this shit from me that everyone else knows. Then your secret boo, who I barely even know, starts calling me out in front of everyone, and what? I'm supposed to just take it? Pretend I'm just fine with it all and I'm not, like, horribly humiliated? Sit down and play the bloody game like nothing's wrong? I don't do that shit. Sorry."

VIXEY: Honestly, Vixey didn't think that Tiana would be this upset. Obviously, it had been kind of shitty, but Vixey had only kept it from her because she didn't want Tiana to be stressed! She had enough going on and Vixey didn't want to make her feel bad. Between Aurora and Jessica, there had been a lot the last two months.

She was going to tell her, once things had calmed down. Once she had settled into things with Drakken more. It was just--

When was that going to be? It would never be the right time, would it? And now--

Now, Tiana was storming out on her. On her birthday, just because she hadn't told her she was dating someone? And it had only been a few weeks anyway. They'd barely even hung out in that time! And when they did, Tiana was unloading on Vixey. Which, y'know, she didn't mind but--

It was kind of pissing her off.

"Yeah! You accept my apology and come play games with your friends, for my birthday," Vixey snapped. "I wasn't trying to pull one over on you, Tiana. Shit has been pretty insane the last few months." Vixey crossed her arms over her chest.

TIANA: Tiana didn't want to ruin Vixey's birthday. But she felt like she already had. And she felt like she was only going to make it worse if she stayed, a stormy cloud over what was supposed to be a fun night.

She glanced toward the kitchen, where everyone was still sitting around the table. And she wished she could have erased all of it, everything, the past ten minutes, and laughed it off the way Vixey probably would have laughed it off. But she knew she couldn't. That moment replayed in her mind, when she realized she was on the outside of everything, And it stabbed at something tender and raw in her, a wound that wasn't really healed, even if Tiana wanted to believe it was.

It wasn't really about Vixey. Or Drakken. Or Al or Jun. It was just... all of it. And now the thought of going in there and facing everyone...

"Maybe you weren't. But you did a pretty good job of it anyway. Everyone knew except me," Tiana said stubbornly, crossing her arms. And she stood there for a moment, icy and impassive, and then it hit her that this was supposed to be Vixey's 30th birthday, and it was supposed to be so different, and...

She dropped her arms. "Look, I'm sorry, I know it's your birthday. Maybe you didn't do it on purpose. And if that's the case, like, yeah, I accept your apology. But I can't do this. I can't just pretend that—" She shook her head. "I think it's better for everyone if I just go. We can talk later. You have a party to get back to."

VIXEY: So what?

That was what Vixey wanted to say. So what that everyone knew? It wasn’t because Vixey was being mean. She was trying to be sensitive! Tiana had just gone through a horrible break up and Vixey didn’t want to rub her relationship in her face. Not to mention: she hadn’t been the nicest about Drakken the last time he’d been brought up in conversation. Vixey hadn’t wanted to deal with it.

“No one is asking you to pretend anything,” Vixey said harshly. “We are just asking you come back and have a nice dinner with everyone. But fine. Whatever. I’ll talk to you later.”

TIANA: "Fine." And Tiana stood there, a moment longer, like maybe she was about to say something else, and then she didn't. She shouldered her way through the door and out into the cool night air, and it was only when she reached the sidewalk, when she caught light of the warm glow inside the house, that she realized she was crying.

It was just like she had thought. Her pain was swirling around her like a tornado, and even the people who had been trying to support her were getting swept up in it. Maybe it was better for her to keep her distance.

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DRAKKEN: The night, of Vixey's birthday that was, had been dwindling down and Drakken had found his chance to run. For all his yelling and scolding at Vixey’s friends for trying to get themselves out of an uncomfortable situation, he had slithered on into the kitchen while everyone was saying their goodbyes. Her mother was in there, cleaning up, and it was the perfect excuse to get away.

“I can help,” he announced himself, rolling up his sleeves haphazardly to go join her at the kitchen sink. He insisted on rinsing while she dried, as if he was going to pass up on the chance to get out all his frustrations on scrubbing mindlessly at the dishes. It’s what he did at home, too, when he was too frustrated or sad or angry to do anything else. Clean. Take it all out on the dust and grime of life.

He dared to look up when someone else entered the kitchen, giving Vixey a once over before returning to his task, double time now.

VIXEY: The rest of Vixey's birthday had been tense. Peppered with false cheer. She had tried, really hard, to smooth things over, but it felt like everyone was upset at her. Tiana's absence was like a gaping wound and the party was hemorrhaging. Al had done his very best to salvage things, bless him and Jun had...not made things worse, but also sat with a slightly pinched expression, especially when he lost the game they'd been playing.

Her brothers were more rowdy than usual and her parents had been quietly in the background.

She could tell Drakken was upset with her and that, more than anything, made her feel badly.

After saying good night and thank you, and wishing them save drives home, Vixey saw Al and Jun off and then wandered into the kitchen. She smiled a little when Drakken turned towards her, but then went and busied herself cleaning off the last few dishes. She dropped them off at his elbow and then glanced at her mother.

Silently, she held a hand out for the towel and her mother acquiesced. She kissed her daughter's head and told Drakken good night.

Vixey took up the dish her mother had been washing and began to dry it silently, not sure what to say, though she watched the tense line of Drakken's shoulders as he scrubbed at the dishes.

DRAKKEN: Did he feel a little betrayed when Mrs. Chakraborty left him alone with her daughter? Yes, but then he couldn't really expect her to be on his team here since the opposing side was literally her daughter. Didn't mean he couldn't feel miffed, though, because he was going to.

Try as he might, Drakken couldn't do the silent treatment. It wasn't in his blood to let the sleeping dog lie, or whatever. He had been festering on it all the latter half of the night, but it had really started back when he had met with the grocery guy that day at her work. When he had been the one to tell him about their relationship, not Vixey. And now, to find out that she hadn't told the restaurant lady? At least Al had gotten the info, but still! 2/3?

"I don't get it!" he blurted, attention still on the dishes in the sink. "What's so wrong with me that you didn't want to tell them? Are you still embarrassed of me? I thought we agreed we wanted to be together!"

VIXEY: "That's not--" Vixey started, sounding a little flustered and desperate and embarrassed because she was.

That hadn't been...her reasoning or thinking or whatever. She wasn't embarrassed by Drakken, really! Things had just been busy. And maybe...her friends were a bit judgmental. She worried that they would have negative reactions and it would make her overthink...

"I am not embarrassed of you," she began again, more softly. "I just--my friends...they're...well, Tiana has been going through a lot and Jun is...Jun. I didn't know what to say to them and so...I just didn't say anything. I am sorry. I didn't mean for it to seem like I am embarrassed of you. I'm not," she said firmly.

DRAKKEN: Drakken didn't really know whether to believe her or not seeing as she only ever seemed to really tell the truth when she was yelling at him, or after he had spent a while pulling it free from her. Her reasoning made sense, he guessed, but only because- "If that's the case then it doesn't really seem like they're your friends. Aren't they supposed to accept you no matter what? Be happy with your decisions and all that crap?"

Sarina, for as much as she made fun of him and back talked and rained on his parade, always supported him. No matter what it was! Well- that wasn't quite true, but it was pretty much true! She was always there to back him up, no matter how absurd his plans and schemes got. And people said there was no honor among thieves? At least they had loyalty.

"If...if they don't like me, which I don't think they do, are you going to break up with me?" he asked, completely serious under his fading tone of annoyance.

VIXEY: Vixey was concentrating very hard on the dish she was drying. Even though, at this point, she was putting streaks in it.

It was a good question. One that...Vixey wasn't sure the answer of. Her friends were really important to her. They had helped her open her shoppe. Encouraged her. Picked her up when she was down. She owed a lot to them. Especially Jun, who had given her work and a purpose again. Who she felt understood her, more than the others, because they'd both lost people and, more importantly, had their lives derailed because of that loss.

She respected their opinions.

But--Drakken was also her friend. Drakken made her laugh, more than anyone else. And he made her actually...feel something. He pissed her off, sure, but that had been important too. Reminding her that she wasn't made of glass. He had been her friend and now he was her boyfriend and that meant she had a loyalty to him too.

"No," Vixey said, after a long moment. She looked over at Drakken with a frown. "No, I won't. They'll come around. They are just--protective of me. They just need to get to know you. I know they're a little...judgy but they'll warm up!"

DRAKKEN: In Drakken's experience people did not warm up to him. Which was fine, the last thing he cared about was people liking him! ...actually this was very untrue, but he pretended like it was in order to keep on the facade.

Why didn't they like him? It was a question that still plagued him, even out of high school and college.

Drakken had learned that it didn't matter if people didn't like him, he was going to rule the world and prove to those people that he was smarter than them. Better, in every way. That's how he was going to get his revenge. But it was different with Vixey's friends because it wasn't like he could just throw that in their faces. Well, he would when it happened, but until then he couldn't just be like he usually was with people he didn't like. Because for some reason Vixey liked them and if Vixey liked them then she would choose them over him because they told her to.

It wasn't until the 'they're protective,' comment that he seemed to understand. She'd been married before and lost that guy to the worse fate imaginable. Maybe they were all just on Drakken's case because they didn't want something like that to happen again. As if they didn't know that if the apocolypse happened, it would be Drakken and the cockroaches battling it out for the last potato chips.

"Fine," he sighed, accepting this. For now. He set down the dishes in the sink. "Sorry. I didn't want your birthday to be so...terrible. Is there anything I can do before it's tomorrow?"

VIXEY: Vixey felt uneasy about this whole conversation. She was trying to think how best to reassure Drakken, while also reassuring herself. This was the right course of action. When it was just them, it was easy enough. Things had been a little awkward at first, but they had been getting into a groove. It had been nice. Much easier than with Hercules. She didn't feel like she had to try. Or put on a front for Drakken.

But--when her friends got involved...things felt messy. She felt...insecure and nervous and she wasn't sure why. She was a grown ass woman. They were all adults. She could date whoever she damn well pleased.

She was also a push over and didn't have her checklist anymore. It made things so much more confusing.

Which meant she was glad when Drakken didn't push. The tension in her own shoulders unwound and she put the plate down she'd been holding.

"It wasn't your fault," she told him, slipping her arms around his waist and putting her chin on his arm, looking up at him with a little smile. "It was kind of my fault to be honest." She lifted her shoulders in a little shrug. "It'll be okay. It was just a birthday anyway. Hopefully, I'll have plenty more for do overs."

DRAKKEN: Suddenly Vixey was hugging him, making him feel all warm and soft. It felt...weird that he was being rewarded for conceding, essentially. That usually didn't work out for him but here it did. In the best way possible, too. Vixey wasn't mad at him for ruining her birthday or anything like that. Even though he had yelled at her friends, caused a scene, and just gotten cross with her. And, again, all on her birthday. She should have been the one making the scene.

"It wasn't your fault, either. Nothing is on your birthday, those are the rules," he told her, very seriously. Drakken reached up to returned the hug, having to lean his head back a little to keep her smile within sight. It made him chuckle, the source of it more of a vibration of his chest rather than an actual sound. "Come on, there has to be something that'll wash your mouth out from all that. I don't want to leave you with that to fall asleep to. Your brain is going to make you have nightmares about codenames and yelling and cake."

VIXEY: Vixey laughed a little at the birthday rules thing. She’d once upon a time believed that too, because she liked rules and orders and all those sorts of things. As an adult, things were always so much messier.

She was just tired now. The tension lifted but it left exhaustion in its wake. She appreciated Drakken trying to fix things, but she didn’t know how to do that. Everyone was already gone. The house quiet. The evening, effectively, ruined.

The hug was nice, though. Vixey turned her head, so that her ear pressed against his chest and she squeezed him a little tighter for a moment.

“You could stay the night,” she suggested, murmuring into his shirt before pulling back a little to look at him. “Can’t have bad dreams that way. Those are the rules.”

DRAKKEN: Drakken's gut reaction was to say yes, both because she was asking and if it would make her feel better after everything then of course he would do it, but also because he wanted to. Getting to spend any amount of time with Vixey was well worth it.

Then he remembered that it probably was not a good idea since without going home he would most likely wake up blue and that wouldn't be good, now would it? If she wasn't embarrassed of him now then she surely would be then. And would also have a lot of questions he didn't think would be a good follow up to the night she'd just had.

"I would, but I have to be at the school bright and early tomorrow morning," he said, the disappointment and regret in his voice still very sincere despite the excuse he was giving not altogether the real reason he wasn't going to stick around.

VIXEY: “Oh,” Vixey said, trying not to sound hurt or disappointed, and failing miserably.

She smiled and ducked her head and felt…kind of horrible and dejected. It was totally fair he didn’t want to stay! That would be a super long drive into town in the morning and it was the second week of school still. It was a very good, adult reason to not stay!

Vixey wanted him to anyway. She wasn’t going to…beg or guilt trip, though. That would be just as bad.

“Right, yeah. That makes sense,” she nodded and looked back up at him. “Well, uhm, how about just a kiss then? Before you say goodnight?”

DRAKKEN: As oblivious as Drakken usually was, he didn't miss the way Vixey had said that. On one hand he felt bad disappointing her, after all that had happened today. He didn't really care about the drive or the effort it would take to get up earlier than normal, he was usually up by then anyway, the insomniac that he was. This was sort of the first time in his life since becoming a criminal that he wished that he actually was just some science teacher without some horrible lab accident keeping him from staying the night, just to make his girlfriend happy.

"That I can do," he agreed. Drakken leaned forward and kissed Vixey's cheek, then the other, and then, finally, pressed his lips against hers.

VIXEY: Vixey was still disappointed, but as Drakken kissed her face, she couldn't help but giggle, so that when he kissed her properly, she was still smiling into the kiss. She kissed him back, her eyes fluttering closed and she pressed a little closer.

It was a nice kiss. It lingered. When it broke and Vixey pulled away, she huffed.

"Are you sure you can't stay?" she pouted, just a little. "It's my birthday." As if he didn't know that. She kissed him again, just for extra incentive.

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americasass91 · 3 years

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Baby Fever

Hello lovelies! I hope everyone is well! This little fic is for the amazingly talented @buckyownsmylife 2k/Birthday Challenge! Which the theme for it was breeding kink. Which how could I not participate in that? Breeding kink just happens to be one of the biggest kinks I have(and i don’t even want kids, go figure) So I looked through my Masterlist and realized I didn’t have a breeding kink fic with Steve. Well, I can’t say that anymore!

Thank you for hosting this challenge you lovely, beautiful human! And congrats on the 2k!! You deserve that and so much more! I hope everyone enjoys!

Rating: Explicit (duh, it’s a breeding kink fic)

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: breeding kink(again, duh), Professor!Steve(I feel like he’s a warning all by himself, language, age gap, unprotected sex(I mean, it’s kind of implied but I’ll put the warning anyway)

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“How long do we have to stay at this thing?”

You help can’t but roll your eyes at your husband of 4 months. “I told you I’m not sure. It’s my niece’s 1st birthday party. You could’ve stayed home you know.”

Steve pulls up to your sister’s house and parks among the other vehicles in the front yard. “Yeah and give them even more reasons to hate me? No thanks.”

See, Steve wasn’t your family’s favorite person. It all has to do with the fact that he’s 10 years older than you and how you guys met, which was during your freshman year of college. You were the innocent student and he was your history professor.

The attraction was instant and very mutual between you two. But dating students at this particular university was frowned upon and Steve could have lost his job. So, you admired each other from afar….that is until the semester was over. You went to visit him in his office after your last class and he eagerly bent you over his desk and ruined you for any other future man you may have.

Well, that was 6 years ago now. Your family of course didn’t approve and thought he was just taking advantage of a young, naive student. Your mom was the first to come around when she noticed a change in your demeanor and how happy he made you. She talked some sense into your dad and he eventually backed off as well.

It took until Steve put a ring on your finger for your sister to accept him. Although you know her and her friends still judged you two. You could tell by the looks you guys always got whenever around them. You learned to not let it bother you. Steve was amazing. He was attentive, caring, and he loved you with everything he had. The only flaw he had was that he didn’t want kids.

It almost made you consider not marrying him. You had always wanted kids. But, in the end you realized you wanted Steve for the rest of your life more than a baby. But he did adopt a kitten with you. So it’s a win, win.

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He gets out of the car and grabs the gift out of the trunk. You had gotten her an outfit that says ‘My aunt is cooler than your aunt’ and various toys that she would enjoy. Plus, being the book editor you were, you couldn’t not get her a book. So, you got her the very first Harry Potter book. When Steve saw you wrapping it with a questioning look, you told him it was never too early to start a child’s transition into being a Potterhead.

You skipped excitedly next to Steve as you made your way to the front door. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your enthusiasm. “You excited or something, sweetheart?”

After ringing the doorbell, you turn towards him. “Of course I am! I love my little niece!”

Truth was, you knew you were never going to have a baby of your own. So you poured all of your love and joy for a baby into your niece.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when your brother-in-law, Matt, answers the door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rogers! Glad you made it! Come on in!” He ushers you 2 inside, helping you both hang your coats up in the hall closet. He then points to the obvious gift table. “You can just set that down there, Steve. And if you’d like, me and a bunch of the other husbands are downstairs in the basement watching the game. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

Steve looks at you, silently asking for permission. You give him a quick pecking the lips. “Go have fun. Just make sure to come back up for food and presents.”

As Steve heads downstairs with Matt, you can’t help but take in all the decorations. Little Miss Lindsey just happens to currently be obsessed with The Little Mermaid. So of course the theme is under the sea. Your sister really went all out. Streamers, balloons, and even mermaid figurines were everywhere. There’s even mermaid confetti on the tables.

You head in search of your sister and the birthday girl, one of which you find in the kitchen. “Hey sis! Need any help?”

Your sister, Rachel, turns from the hot dog sauce she’s stirring on the stove and gives you a big hug. “Oh, thank god you’re here! Can you grab the vegetable tray and potato salad out of the fridge and put them on that table over there?”

“Sure! Where’s Linds?” You ask as you grab the requested items out of the fridge.

Your sister returns to the sauce on the stove. “She’s still napping. I should be getting her up soon. Where’s Steve? He stay home? I know this isn’t really his thing.”

You take the plastic wrap off the potato salad and sit it amongst the smorgasbord of other food on the table. “Of course he’s here. He’s down in the basement with the other men.”

You sister lets out a sigh. “Yeah, I told Matt they could only watch until everybody got here. Ah, shit. I think I hear Lindsey crying.”

“I’ll get her!” Quickly jumping at the chance to see her.

“You sure? That would be great! The outfit I want her to wear is on the changing table. And can you do her hair up in the bow, too?”

“You got it!” You make your way down the hall towards Lindsey’s room, her crying getting louder. You open the door and see her sitting up in her crib. Her crying quiets the moment she sees you. She gets a big ole smile on her face and reaches out for you. “Hi, sweet girl! How is the birthday girl today?” You pick her up and give her a big hug. “How about we get you changed into your party outfit?” She just coos back at you in response.

You push her outfit aside and lay her down on the changing table. Quickly realizing she’s wet, you give her a fresh diaper. She attempts to ‘help’ as you try to change her into her party outfit. Which after it’s on her, she looks like a little mermaid. You quickly brush her hair and pull as much of it as you can into a ponytail on the top of her head and add the matching bow. You stand back a little from her and clap your hands. “What a pretty girl! Are you ready to join your party?” You pick her up and turn around to head out of the room. You’re surprised to see your husband standing in the doorway.

“Hey, I thought you were watching the game?” He shrugs his shoulders and walks towards you two. “I missed you.” He tickles Lindsey’s side, causing her to giggle. “Happy Birthday, little one.” You can’t help but feel your heart warm. That always happens anytime your husband interacts with a baby.

“I was just helping Rachel out by getting her ready. She seemed a little frazzled in the kitchen.” You turn your attention back to Lindsey. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s go join your mommy in the kitchen!”

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The next hour goes by in a blur. You weren’t really paying attention to anyone else. All of yours on Lindsey. The only food she seemed to want was what was on your plate. You didn’t mind sharing. Then she got to ‘smash’ her cake. Which for Lindsey it meant taking delicate little bites from said cake, mostly of the icing. She did still manage to get it all down the front of her though. But that’s okay, Rachel of course had a back up outfit ready.

You had just polished off your hot dog when Rachel walked back into the room with a now clean Lindsey. Steve grabbed yours and his plates to go dispose of.

Rachel sat on the floor with Lindsey who immediately started crawling towards you. “I think you’re gonna have to join us, sis.”

You can tell it’s hurting Rachel’s feelings a little that Lindsey is so attached to you today. Nevertheless, you join them on the floor, placing Lindsey in your lap. “Ready to open presents, sweet girl?”

Rachel turns to Matt. “Honey, could you start handing out the presents please?”

He nods and goes to grab the first of many presents. He sits it down in front of Lindsey who immediately goes for the tissue paper. She doesn’t even seem to care about the present in the bag. You laugh and try to get her attention on the gift inside.

You look up and see everyone laughing at the birthday girl who only wants the tissue paper. You notice Steve towards the back of the crowd, only he’s not laughing. He’s giving you a look. You’ve seen that look before. It instantly sends a shiver down your spine and makes your panties wet. He wants you.

You try to give him a stern look. He shouldn’t be looking at you like that in the middle of your niece’s party. He puts his hands up in surrender.

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After taking almost 2 hours to open the rest of the gifts, Lindsey was a sleepy girl. You were sitting on the couch with Lindsey cuddled up into your chest. You were gently rocking her back and forth. You look over at your sister who was cleaning up the mess from the presents.

“I can go put her down for a nap, Rach. I don’t mind.”

“Thanks, sis. You seem to be her favorite person today so she’d probably scream if I tried to do it. Matt! Could you get a bottle ready for Lindsey so my sister can put her down for her nap?”

A few minutes later he comes out with the bottle and hands it to you.

You stand up and look over at Steve. “I shouldn’t be too long. Did you want to head out of here after I put her down? I know you still have those papers to grade.”

He nods. “Yeah, if you don’t mind. Thanks, sweetheart.”

You squeeze his bicep as you pass by him. “Of course not. Like I said, this shouldn’t take too long.” You glance at Lindsey and notice she’s having trouble keeping her eyes open.

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Just like you predicted, it only took Lindsey about 15 minutes to fall asleep. You take one last glance at her, your heart tugging a little, knowing you’ll never have one of your own.

You quietly close the door and don’t even take 2 steps before the door across the hall opens to reveal Steve. You look at him in confusion. “Babe? Why are you in the laundry room?”

He doesn’t respond. Instead, he grabs your arm and pulls you into the room with him. He makes sure to shut the door behind him.

“Steve, what are you doing? I thought we were leaving?”

He pushes you to the front of the washing machine and presses himself up against you, immediately making you feel how hard he is. “Need you, baby.” He reaches around and starts undoing your jeans.

You start pushing his hands away and try to turn around. His hold on your waist tightens, stopping you.

“Steve, we are not doing this here. You can wait until we get home.”

You are suddenly pushed until your front is resting on the top of the washing machine, Steve covering his body with yours. He lets out a low growl in your ear. “This” he presses his bulge more firmly against your ass “is your fault. So, you’re going to help me with it.”

You turn your head to the side as he pushes your jeans over the curve of your ass. “Me? What the fuck did I do? I haven’t even really talked to you today. Been with Lindsey all day.”

He fastens his pace in removing his own jeans, only lowering them enough to free his aching cock. He lands a smack to your panty covered ass. “Exactly. Made me so hard watching you with the baby. Made me think what it’d be like if we had one. What you’d look like swelled with my kid. Knew I had to have you.”

You managed to push him back far enough to stand up straight and turn around to face him. “Steve, I’m not going to let you fuck me in my sister’s laundry room.” He launches at you, trapping your body between his and the washing machine. “It’s cute that you think you’re in charge. Now, I’m going to fuck a baby into you. And I can either do that here or I’ll take you out in the living room where everyone is and bend you over there.”

Fuck. These panties are officially fucked. Still, you have questions. “I thought you didn’t want kids, Steve? Plus I’m on the pill.”

His face turns soft for a second. He cups your cheek in his left hand. “I didn’t think I did. But seeing you with her today? Now that’s all I want, all I can think about. You with our baby. You’d be the best mother. And you’ll just stop taking your pill. Starting today. We’ll keep trying until it takes. Is this something you’re even still wanting?”

You grab onto his wrist and push your cheek against his palm. “Of course it is.” You turn back around and bend over the washer. You lower your panties to your knees and shake your ass in his direction. “Well? What are you waiting for? Fuck a baby into me, Steve.”

He growls and closes the distance between you. He grabs the base of his cock and rubs the tip through your dripping folds. “Don’t have time to stretch you out first, sweetheart. And I’m really worked up, so this will probably be quick.”

You push back against him, eager to get him inside you already. “Don’t care. Just please, fuck me Professor Rogers.” You knew that’d get him.

“Fuck.” Is the only warning you get before he buries himself in you to the hilt. He just gets his hand over your mouth before your moan escapes your throat.

He only gives you a second to adjust to his size before he starts a bruising pace. After a few thrusts, he removes his hand from your mouth and smacks your ass. He feels you clench around him. “Yeah? You like when your professor fucks you?”

You quickly nod your head. “Yeah. You fuck me so good. Need your cum. Need you to fill me up.”

Steve quickens his pace even more if that’s possible. He moves his left hand off your hip and moves it around you to find your clit. He presses quick circles against it. “Need you to cum first, sweetheart. Need to feel you squeeze me.”

You start pushing back to meet his thrusts. You can feel the coil inside you ready to snap. You just need a little something more.

Steve leans over you and starts pressing kisses up your spine, his pace never faltering. Once he reaches your shoulder, he bites down lightly. He moves his mouth next to your ear. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum for your professor. Then I’ll fill you up nice and full, get you pregnant. Cum for me, Y/N.”

You press your face into the crook of your elbow to muffle your scream as you cum undone on his cock. Your orgasm triggers his. He cums with a quiet shout as he fills you full of his spend, some of it leaking out around him. He gives a few more shallow thrusts before stopping and catching his breath.

He rubs his hands up and down your back. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You turn your head so you can look at him. “Mmm, i’m great.” You can’t help but let out a little giggle, feeling drunk on sex.

Steve smiles down at you and moves his hand until it’s resting on your lower stomach. “I hope it worked.” He slowly pulls out and watches as his cum starts leaking out of your pussy. He quickly scoops it up and pushes it back inside, causing a whimper to escape your lips. “Sorry, sweetheart. Can’t let any of it go to waste.”

Once he’s sure he’s got it all, he quickly pulls your panties back into place. He stands you up and turns you around to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you so much, thank you for being mine.”

You give him a big smile. “I love you, too. And thank you for picking me.” You bend down to pull up your jeans, Steve mirroring your actions. Once you’re both redressed, you wrap your arms around his neck and press a firm kiss to his lips.

“Now, let’s hurry up and get home. Want you to fill me up again.” You give him a wink and turn to head out the door. “You coming?”

He smirks as he starts following you out. “Oh, I will be.”

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petersasteria · 3 years

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3,637 words tw: sad shit bc spoiler: someone dies, italics are flashbacks, bold is a letter i don't have a holland reader banner so i used the olivia banner instead. also, sorry for the delay of posting this lmao

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You were in your room, sitting on your bed as your eyes looked around. Your room was painted your favorite color and it made your brothers jealous because their rooms were painted white, it was boring. Yours had posters, polaroids of you and your siblings, fairy lights, a bean bag chair, and a simple full body mirror. You heard a knock on your door and you looked to see that it was Tom smiling brightly with a plate of your favorite cookies.

“Hey.” He said softly as he entered the room and shut the door behind him with his foot while balancing the plate of cookies in his hands.

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Sam kicked me out of the kitchen, but I was there first and fortunately, I finished the cookies on time. I hope they taste alright.” Tom said as he sat beside you, the plate of cookies in between you.

“They smell good, so you did a good job.” You chuckled. Tom took one cookie and looked at you, “Taste test.”

He took a bite and chewed it a few times before saying, “It tastes alright. It’s not like how Sam makes it, but I’m not Sam. I’m Tom.”

Both of you erupted into a fit of giggles as you talked about random things. The plate of cookies were now on your bedside table and only half of the cookies were eaten.

“Hey, how’s your friend?” Tom asked casually. Both of you were laying on your bed, facing the ceiling.

“Which friend?”

“The blond one who had one hell of a musical talent.” Tom said. “He used to come here and play on Sam’s piano.”

“Oh, James! I don’t really know what happened to him. We, uh, fell out of touch.”

“I see.” Tom said. “I hope he’s okay.”

“Same here.” You told him. “My friend, Madeline, got a scholarship last time I checked. She got accelerated in school and she got to attend uni ahead of us. I’m really proud of her, y’know?”

“Where is she now?” Tom asked.

You looked at Tom with sorrow in your eyes. He glanced at you and he could see how hurt you were. “We don’t talk...anymore. We used to. She’s basically like a sister to me, but we don’t talk anymore. Regardless, I’m really happy for her and I miss her. Wherever she is, I hope she’s alright.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on your door and Tom sat up quickly. The door opened and revealed Sam. “Hey, it’s time to eat dinner. You’re washing the dishes tonight, Tom!” Sam said before leaving.

“That little shit.” Tom laughed. “C’mon, Y/N. Let’s eat!” He got up from your bed and you followed suit with worry and concern in your eyes. You shook your head and shrugged it off. What you’ll say can wait.

Both of you went down to join everyone on the dining table. You sat in your usual seat, but didn’t contribute in the conversation. You were just happy to be there. You looked around and saw how happy your brothers were. You looked at your parents and saw them smiling. It was a beautiful sight to see. After all, all you wanted was for them to be happy. They deserve to be happy.

Harry and Tom cleaned up as you watched them help each other. “Next time, we should cook Y/N’s favorite dinner.” Tom said. Harry looked at him and shrugged, “Why not? I never liked it, but I’m sure she’d appreciate it very much.”

The next few days were spent with Tom. He never left your side and he made sure you were alright. You were the youngest and as the eldest Holland child, he made it his job to look after you. He wasn’t close with you before, but somehow as you grew older, it changed. Tom was now excited to spend time with you. He loved talking to you and he loved laughing with you. In his opinion, you make his stress and worries fade away.

Your birthday is coming up and he wanted everything planned out. He already had plans, actually. He knew what cake you wanted, he knew what decorations to put up, he planned the food, and he even had a theme in mind. He was really prepared. Paddy had to go with Tom in town just to buy balloons. Tom was really going all out.

“Are you going to help me set up tonight? Y/N’s birthday is tomorrow and I want her to be surprised when she wakes up. I can already imagine her face.” Tom smiled excitedly as he parked the car in the driveway.

“I can’t help you tonight. I have homework.” Paddy said as he looked at Tom who just shrugged. “Alright. No problem. Stay in school, Pads.” Tom smiled before exiting his car with Paddy following him.

They walked in and Tom saw you sitting on the arm of the couch with Sam and Harry. Tom smiled at the sight. “Hey, guys!” He greeted, causing the three of you to look at Tom and Paddy.

“Wow, you went shopping for a lot of things.” Harry pointed out.

“Yeah, what’s up with that?” Sam asked with a grin.

“Nothing.” Tom smirked. “I’ll put these in my room.” Tom left and went upstairs to his room as Paddy walked to the couch and sat next to you. You looked at Paddy and smiled. You weren’t close with him, but you loved him dearly. You were only one year younger than him and he was always kind to you and you liked hanging out with him.

You looked at Sam and Harry and you held back a chuckle as you watch them annoy each other. It was a lovely sight to see.

Night time came and dinner was over a few hours ago. You were just standing in your backyard feeling the wind blowing and you knew that something was about to happen. You just didn’t know what. The backdoor opened and you turned around to see Tom with a small smile.

“What’re you doing out here? It’s cold.” He said as he tugged his jacket closer. He walked towards you and stood beside you. “What’s on your mind?”

You shrugged, “Nothing. I guess I’m just tired. I think I’ll rest now.”

Tom nodded. He suddenly remembered his plan and said, “Yeah, you can go upstairs now. I, uh, prepared your room.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at him. You walked towards the back door and stopped to turn around to look at Tom. He was already looking at you and you said, “I- Good night, Tom.”

“Good night, Y/N. Sweet dreams.” He smiled sweetly. You opened the door and walked in and went straight up the stairs to your room.

Tom stayed outside for a minute before walking in. He locked the back door and went to the living room where his brothers were. “Hey, guys! Ready to decorate?” Tom asked with a huge smile on his face. It was evident that he was excited.

“What’re you talking about?” Sam asked, looking at Tom with a confused face.

“Yeah, what’s happening?” Paddy questioned.

Tom scoffed and crossed his arms, “How could you guys forget?! It’s our sister’s birthday tomorrow and you guys aren’t preparing at all!”

Tom was yelling as the rest were looking at him sadly. Sam’s eyes were clouded with tears as he looked at Tom. Harry and Paddy looked at Sam, not wanting to be the ones to remind Tom. Sam sighed and closed his eyes and his tears fell. He wiped his tears and opened his eyes to face Tom.

“Tom, mate, she’s dead.” Sam said softly. “She’s been dead for two months now.”

“W-What are you talking about?” Tom shook his head slowly. He looked away from Sam and he saw you standing behind Sam. “She’s right there, Sam! She’s literally right behind you! How can you not see it?!”

“Tom, stop! She’s gone, okay?!” Harry exclaimed. “Y/N’s not here! She won’t be here anymore and it’ll be that way forever. We just have to accept that.”

“It was leukemia, Tom. She didn’t make it and we had a funeral and everything.” Paddy said softly.

You were confined in the hospital for about a week now and you were getting weaker and weaker as the days went on. Your family was trying to be positive, but all of you knew that it was your time to go. Before you were confined, you had written letters for them to read after you die and it was now hidden in their drawers.

Tom and Harry weren’t there when you passed because they were in a different country. They immediately went home when they heard the news. All of you knew that you weren’t going to make it, but all of you ignored that fact. Everyone except Tom was grieving. He held his mother as she cried and he stayed strong for his brothers. He couldn’t remember the last time he and his brothers slept in one room and he hated that they chose to do it again as soon as you were gone.

It was like a sleepover. They all talked about you and everything you did that the others didn’t know about. Turns out, you had secrets you shared with everyone except Tom.

“Wait, she told you guys about her secrets?” Tom asked that night.

“Yeah.” Harry nodded, eyes bloodshot from all the crying. “If something happens to her, she tells the first person she sees.”

“She never told me anything.” Tom stated.

“That’s because you’re the eldest. No one tells people about themselves to the eldest sibling.” Paddy answered.

“That’s unfortunate.” Tom frowned. “I wish I knew the things you knew.” He added.

“It’s alright, Tom. She didn’t have major secrets, anyway. Besides, she was just scared to tell you. That’s why she did that.” Sam explained.

Tom couldn’t sleep that night as he looked at his brothers. They were cuddled up next to each other and were fast asleep. Tom couldn’t help but think of you before finally drifting off. Days later, it was the funeral. The whole house was quiet and while your mum, Nikki, would appreciate it, for once in her life she wanted the noise. She wanted to hear boisterous laughing, heavy footsteps running up and down the stairs, yelling, the sound of Sam cutting vegetables, Dom’s loud typing, Paddy talking to his friend on the phone, Harry telling you to wake up and calling you a lazy bum for not being productive, and Tom playing with Tessa outside. Now, there was none of that.

When a husband or wife dies, the one they left behind is called a widow. When a child dies, what do you call their parents? No one’s ever come up with a word for that yet because it’s too painful to think about. You were young and you deserved all the best life has to offer. Nikki was devastated, but she knew that wherever you were, you aren’t in pain anymore and that was enough for her.

Tom wanted to scream, but he didn’t. He was numb. After the funeral, he and Harry decided to take a break from traveling to spend time with the rest of the family. He stopped working for a while and everyone understood that.

When they got home, Tom went straight to his room and cried. He cried and cried until no tears came out. His head ached, but he didn’t want to get up and get himself a glass of water. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table to ask Harry, but his phone died. Tom scoffed, sat up, and reached the drawer of his bedside table. He leaned over to look for his phone charger, but he saw a letter instead. It had his name on it and he realized that it was your handwriting. Tom quickly grabbed it and put his phone back on the bedside table. He opened the envelope and read what you wrote for him.

Dear Tom,

Hi. When you read this, you know that I'm gone. I'm sorry that we never got to bond a lot. I guess it's my fault because I was so scared of you. Despite that, I want you to know that I'm really happy for you and I'm proud of you.

You're my inspiration and please know that I'm very proud to be your sister.

I don't know where I'll end up when I'm gone, but please don't worry about me. I'll be okay, I can feel it. I'll just go where the wind takes me.

You're a kind person for the whole time I've known you. I'll miss everything and I'll miss your pranks and jokes. Please never stop doing those just because I'm gone. I hope you think of me whenever you tell a joke or pull a prank on Harry again.

I wish we bonded more. I wish we made cookies until Sam kicked us out of the kitchen because he needed to prepare for dinner. I wish we watched movies together and I wish we spoke often.

I'll miss you all the time and I love you. So much. Never forget that.

Your sister,

Y/N/N x

Tom cried again until he slept with the letter resting on his chest. The next morning, he got up to go to your room. He dreamt of you and he wanted to tell you about it. He glanced at the door and noticed that it was unlocked. He slowly opened it and to his surprise, he saw you standing there watching everyone outside from your window.

“Y/N.” Tom said.

You turned around and smiled at him, “Hey, Tom.”

“I dreamt of you! And in my dream, you were a ballet dancer. We did ballet together. Wouldn't that be something? It could be a bonding thing for us." Tom said with a big smile as he fully entered your room. All of a sudden, he forgot about your sickness, your death, your sickness. From an outsider's point of view, it was a sad sight to see. He was clearly in the denial stage.

Harry was on his way downstairs when he heard a voice coming from your room. He quietly opened the door and saw Tom excitedly talking to thin air.

"You know, I'm not doing anything anytime soon. Why don't we go out? It'll just be you and me, Y/N." Tom smiled. Harry's heart broke upon hearing this. His older brother was imagining their dead sister. Harry kept it to himself because he thought that Tom was coping that way.

It wasn't until Sam witnessed the same thing. Tom was in the kitchen and he was talking to thin air once more. Sam watched as Tom laughed and said a bunch of things. Sam kept it to himself too.

Paddy, however, was different. He went to Harry and Sam's room, unannounced. He closed and locked the door behind him as the twins looked at him in confusion.

"Okay, I can't be the only one to notice it." Paddy said with arms crossed.

"What're you talking about?" Harry asked.

"Tom." Was all Paddy said. The twins looked at each other before looking back at Paddy.

"What about him?" Sam asked, his eyebrows were raised a bit.

"Tom told me that he'll bake Y/N's favorite cookies tomorrow because Y/N said she was craving for it." Paddy explained.

"I saw Tom talking to thin air the day after the funeral. He was in Y/N's room." Harry confessed.

"I saw him doing that too, but he was in the kitchen this time. I'm worried about him." Sam said.

"What should we do?" Harry asked with a frown on his face.

"Let's just let him be for a while. Let’s just intervene when it gets out of hand.” Sam decided as the other two nodded.

They just let Tom be until they had enough.

Tom couldn't believe what his brothers were telling him. He felt sick to his stomach. His baby sister was gone and the thought of it ate him alive. He shook his head and Sam said, “Tom, everything will be alright. We’ll get through this together. We’ll be fine.”

“That can’t be true. I’ve been speaking to her. Stop fucking lying.” Tom cried.

“Tom, wake up! She’s not here, alright?! She’s not in her room anymore. Her things will forever be untouched and her books will be dusty. Her phone hasn’t been charged since she died and it’ll stay that way. All we have left are pictures, videos, and memories of her. We should accept that because no matter what happens, we can’t bring her back!” Harry said as his voice was raised.

“Just go to bed, mate. You’re tired.” Paddy said softly. “We’ll deal with this in the morning.”

Tom wiped his tears and went up to his room, slamming the door. He went to sleep and dreamt of you again. Both of you were on top of a small hill and the wind was blowing softly.

“Why can’t they see you?” Tom asked you.

“Because I only showed myself to you. I know that we haven’t been really close and I figured you’d want some kind of closure. In truth, I’m only here because of you. The light has been calling me and they want me to leave already, but I can’t because I know you’d be sad. I hate seeing you sad.” You explained.

“Then stay here.” Tom begged, but you shook your head.

“You need to let me go, Tom. It’s time. I can’t stay here forever.” You chuckled lightly.

“I just- I feel like nothing. When you were around, I felt like I had a purpose. Now, I just wish I could be with you.” He admitted.

“Don’t say that. Imagine how everyone will react if you’re gone. They’ll be upset. I’m so proud that you’re alive and well because you’ll get to go on with life and grow old. If you can’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. Live the life I never got to live. Trust me when I say that you’ll be happier when you move on.”

“I don’t want to forget you and I don’t want you to think that we’re having fun without you.” He said.

“I won’t think that way because all I ever wanted for all of you is to be happy and healthy. I love you and I miss you, but I want you to have fun and to keep doing everything you love. Don’t stop because I’m gone. Don’t let me be a hindrance because that’ll make me sad and I’ll haunt you forever.” You said as Tom chuckled. “Besides, you don’t have to forget about me. I’ll always be in your heart.”

“Alright.” Tom said. “I think I’m ready to let you go.”

You smiled and nodded as you walked away and stepped into the light. Tom shouted, “Happy birthday, Y/N!”

You looked back and smiled. With that, he knew you were thanking him not just for greeting, but also for everything.

Tom woke up and it was already morning. He decided to get ready and to head to the cemetery. He walked downstairs and saw his brothers eating breakfast.

“Where are you going?” Harry asked before eating his cereal.

“The cemetery. It’s Y/N’s birthday.” Tom said. “I’ll go now. I don’t know what time I’ll be back.”

Tom left and the drive to the cemetery was short and quiet. He parked the car and walked to your grave. He smiled when he saw a small, framed picture of you that Harry placed there not too long ago. He sat in front of your grave and smiled, “Hey, Y/N. I know you can hear me.”

“I guess I did look crazy for a while and I now understand how everyone felt. I, um, I read your letter. I’m sorry too, y’know? I’m sorry I never made the effort to spend time with you. I guess it’s because all my life, I’ve only known about having brothers and when you came along, I didn’t know how to act. But I’m really happy that I got to see you grow up and I’m happy with our few moments together.”

“When you were five, I was fourteen. It’s a wide gap and I remember being so annoyed because your toys were everywhere.” He chuckled at the thought. “Regardless, I loved you and I still do. I’m happy that you grew up to be kind and loving. I’m really fucking happy for that.”

“In your letter, you said that I shouldn’t worry about you. Y/N, I’m sorry, but I can’t promise that. I’m your older brother and that automatically makes me sort of like a second parent especially when mum and dad aren’t around. So, I’ll always worry about you even though I know you’re okay and not in pain.”

“I do, however, promise to always dedicate my pranks to you. I know you’d love that. I’d wish that we bonded, but we already did that. You gave me a chance to get to know the sister I never got to know and that, above all, makes me so happy and grateful. That’s enough for me.”

“I don’t want to say cheesy shit and ask for guidance. I don’t want to burden you in heaven. Like, it’s called a resting place for a reason and I want you to rest easy. I just want to say that I miss you so much and I love you. Happy birthday.” He finished.

Just then, he felt the wind blow in his direction and he knew that you were okay.

* * * *

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lyranova · 3 years

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Almost Perfect

Hi guys! So this is a birthday fic for @thoughtfullyrainynightmare happy birthday my lovely wifey I hope you have an amazing day 🥰! I apologize if this isn’t very good but I hope you all enjoy~!

Word Count: 769

Warnings: None

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You hummed softly as he looked through the library at the Crimson Lion kings base. Today was your birthday and your boyfriend, Fuegoleon Vermillion, told you to just relax and hang out while he finished some things and the you could both go out and spend your birthday however you wanted.

That was 3 hours ago.

So now, with nothing much left to do, you grabbed a book and found a comfortable chair and happily sat down in it to read. You wondered what your boyfriend could possibly be doing, although considering he was Captain, it could easily have been anything. A piece of you hoped beyond hope that he hadn’t been called away on an urgent mission, but if that were the case, wouldn’t he have come and told you before he left? Or at least had someone come tell you?

After a few minutes of reading you heard a sudden crash and banging come from nearby, you sat up slightly and that's when you smelled it; something was burning. You jumped out of your seat and quickly followed the smell of burning food all the way to its source.

When you opened the kitchen door you were surprised by what you saw; you saw Fuegoleon and Leo at the stove, arguing about something, while Mereoleona was just watching it all happen.

“ Leo, I left you in charge of the cake!” Fuegoleon shouted and Leo frowned and crossed his arms.

“ I know and I forgot because I was trying to help our sister,” he pointed at Mereoleona. “ put up the decorations since she wasn’t doing it like you told her too!” Suddenly, a flaming paw reached out and grabbed Leo on top of the head and lifted him off the ground.

“ Watch who you’re talking to kid, and don’t drag me into your stupid argument.” Mereoleona warned dangerously, Leo quickly apologized and she dropped back onto the floor. All three Vermillion’s turned as they heard you giggle at their antics.

“ D-Darling, I told you to wait until I finished things here.” Fuegoleon said as he walked over towards you, a bit of flour on his cheek. You shook your head a bit.

“ I know, and I was waiting, but I heard a bunch of crashing and smelled something burning so I came in here to check, and well, I found you three.” You laughed softly as you looked around the room. There were some balloons and streamers along with a banner saying ‘Happy Birthday!’, your smile widened as you realized they were planning a surprise party for your birthday.

“ You did this for me?” You asked your boyfriend softly, you saw a small shade of pink dust the vermillion haired man's face as he nodded. You leaned up and placed a gentle kiss onto his lips, you brought your hand up to his face and rubbed the flour off with your thumb.

“ W-Well, I tried to do this for you; but sadly we’ve run into a few complications.” Fuegoleon explained as he cut a knowing look to his siblings, both of whom just smiled back, causing him to roll his eyes. You giggled again as you wrapped your arms around him.

“ It’s ok, there’ll always be complications and hiccups. But that’s how we learn and grow from things. Why don’t you three let me help you so we can finish this and maybe get something to eat afterwards?” You offered as he looked from Fuegoleon to his siblings and back again.

“ But dear, are you sure this is how you want to spend your birthday? Helping clean up our mess and trying to help us bake your birthday cake?” He asked with a frown, today was supposed to be all about you, it was supposed to be the day he got to spoil you. But instead you were trying to help fix his mess.

“ I’m sure. Besides, as long as I’m spending time with you, the one I love the most, and the others that I love and cherish dearly then I’m happy. I don’t need a cake or streamers or even gifts, because I have you, and you’re the best gift of all.” You told him softly before leaning up and placing another gentle kiss onto his lips. You giggled as his blush deepend, he wasn’t usually one for PDA but, since it was your birthday, he would allow it just for today.

“ Alright lovebirds, come over here and help us fix this mess.” Mereoleona called as she walked towards Leo and began helping him with ingredients. You and Fuegoleon nodded before walking over and helping them.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you enjoy this Laura dear 🥰! Thanks again and I hope you all have a good day~!

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marktuansvevo · 3 years

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got7: valentines day dates!

warning(s); a little bit of suggestive content in youngjae and bam’s parts, cursing

happy valentines, babes!! ♡

mark;

mark showers you with fancy gifts, no matter how hard you protest. “you don’t have to so much money on me,” you would say through the bathroom door as you slipped into the pretty baby pink floor length gown you had just unwrapped. “you know just spending time with you is the only thing i ever want.”

mark hummed at the sentiment, not looking up from his phone. “i would have whisked you away to taiwan if there wasn’t a goddamned pandemic.”

when you walked out of the bathroom, he instantly brightened, motioning for you to turn around so he could see how well the dress fit. “you always look so pretty,” he said, giggling. “can you wear that to dinner? i love how you look in it.”

now it was your turn to coo. “mark, valentine’s is cheesy. we don’t have to go out, i can order us takeout.”

“stop avoiding all the attention. why can’t i properly show the world how much i love you?” mark raised his eyebrow at you. “you deserve to be spoiled. period!”

“you can show the world how much you love me publicly,” you got on your tiptoes to kiss right below his ear, nipping a little. you smiled at the small giggle he let out. “but just know, i’m showing you how much i love you privately tonight.”

you expected him to blush, mark always got flustered when you talked to him about the bedroom. instead, he smirked at you, biting his lip. “good, because i bought you lingerie for tonight, too. you can be my pretty model.”

now you were the one blushing.

jaebeom;

different from mark, jaebeom keeps the valentines festivities private. he knows that you had a big presentation to pitch in front of the higher ups at your company, so he knew you were stressed. he wanted to relieve you of any and all stress and take care of you for the night. jaebeom made you your favorite meal, as well as a red velvet cake, and had bought three beautiful rose bouquets for you, each one representing one of the years you had spent together.

you walked through the front door, and even from the kitchen he could hear you sigh loudly. it must have been a long day.

“y/n?”

“hmmm?”

“happy valentines,” he whispered, pulling you into a hug and giving you a peck on the lips. “i love you.”

“i love you too. uhm, i don’t mean to be a downer baby, but i don’t feel like going out tonight,” you sighed, resting your head on his chest.

“rough day?” he frowned when you nodded. valentines was always one of your favorite days, so seeing you so down made his heart hurt. “well, good thing i made us dinner so we don’t have to go out.”

you picked your head off his shoulder, looking up at him. “you did?”

“yes, baby, don’t look so surprised,” he laughed, taking your hand and leading you to the kitchen to see pasta and cake on the stove and the three bouquets on the dining room table. “we may have to sit at the island tonight, there’s a garden at the table.”

the two of you sat as the island of the kitchen, him listening intently as you told him about your day from hell. he could tell by your voice that you were exhausted, so once you finished with dessert, he took your plates and put them in the sink.

“cmon babe, you deserve to relax. let me run you a bath and i’ll do the dishes tonight.”

“why don’t you join me instead?” you asked sweetly. “just wanna be close to you.”

he winked at you. “anything for my valentine.”

jackson;

you were under strict instructions from your husband to meet him at a fancy restaurant with your two beautiful daughters in tow, since he had to work all morning and couldn’t make it to their schools valentines class parties. he felt so bad when his youngest, elizabeth, who was still in preschool started to cry when he told her he couldn’t come to her party. the oldest, natalie, who had just turned nine, put on a brave face, but you and jackson could tell she was crushed.

“cmon, girls, daddy doesn’t like when we’re late,” you urged, smiling softly as you watched natalie help beth change into her jumper.

“does daddy have gifts for us?” natalie asked, her eyes wide.

“mm, yes honey, and i have one for you too,” you smiled knowingly as your girls began to scream in excitement, almost knocking you down as they exited their shared room.

you made it to the restaurant, where you let out a breath of relief. the girls wouldn’t stop pestering you about what your present for them was. you thought you might drop the ball and spill your little secret, but you kept your mouth shut, singing along to one of your husband’s songs that was on the radio, and the girls followed suit.

you walked them into the restaurant, where jackson was sitting alone with balloons and three gift bags – one for each of his girls.

“daddy!” your girls screamed in unison, running through the restaurant to get to their daddy. you watched the looks on the couples face as you passed by – some looked at the girls with joy in their eyes, while others just rolled their eyes, probably just wanting a quiet, romantic night out. you just smiled, nothing could bring your spirit down.

“ah, my girls! i missed you so much!” he said, scooping them both into his arms. “how were your parties, sweeties?”

you sat across from your husband who was taking in the stories of his daughters days, replying with the same amount of enthusiasm that they did. after the girls were done talking, natalie crossed her arms.

“daddy, are you trying to distract beth and i from these gifts?”

you giggled as jackson crossed his arms over his chest. “isn’t valentines supposed to be about love? i just want to hear how my girls are. i love you all very much, you know.”

your heart somersaulted. you fell more and more in love with him day after day.

the girls opened their gifts – a stuffed clifford the big red dog for beth (he was her favorite right now), and a lego set for natalie. they both thanked him endlessly. “daddy, will you help me put this together?” natalie asked, almost shyly.

“of course, baby girl.”

“mommy, what is your gift for us?”

jackson studied your face as you took the rectangular box that was tied up with a single black bow out of your pocket. there was a big, stupid grin on your face. “this is for all of you. i want you all to know i love you so much.”

“go ahead, girls, open it,” jackson urged, still studying your face. you winked at him.

“uh, mommy, what is this?”

jackson’s eyes were blown wide as he looked at the two positive pregnancy tests. “tell me you’re joking?” his eyes were misty now. the two of you had been trying for a third child for two years and had been failing. your daughters looked at the two of you, dissatisfied with your present.

“do you know what this means, girls?” jackson asked in a whisper, squeezing your hand from across the table. “you’re going to have a little brother or sister in a couple of months.”

“no way!!!” they cheered, hugging each other.

“this is the best valentines gift i have ever received, thank you baby,” jackson said. you sent him a wink.

“couldn’t have made it without you.”

jinyoung;

you were glowing as you looked over at jinyoung from across the table. he smiled as you just beamed at him, playing footsie under the table. it was 3am at the diner off campus, and nobody was around to see you two. you were happy, sucking on your milkshake. jinyoung just admired you before saying; “you have sex hair.”

“and who’s fault is that?”

the two of you had been the best of friends for as long as you could remember, and now, your senior year of college, the two of you had been best friends with benefits. you had been hooking up since the day you had called him sobbing about an exam, and he had consoled you by kissing you. it’s been history ever since then.

“when are you going to admit that we were made for each other,” jinyoung was nothing if not blunt. he smiled gently, reaching across the table and holding your hand. you shrinked in on yourself, blushing.

“i thought we agreed it’d be too much,” you said, stealing one of his fries off his plate, avoiding his gaze. “with senior thesis and projects…”

“i never agreed to that. you said that and i just went along with it because i didn’t want to lose what we have. i think it’s bullshit to say that us dating is too much. we see each other at least twice a week,” he paused before smirking. “you’re sitting here in my pajama pants with sex hair. on valentines day”

he had a point. the two of you always made time to see each other – studying at a local coffee shop on mondays and sometimes hooking up on the weekends (to relieve stress, of course). you couldn’t deny the chemistry that the two of you had…and graduation was only a couple months away...would it really be so crazy to start dating right now?

“i know you adore me,” jinyoung smiled, saying it softly. “and i know that i adore you. so what’s the problem?”

you looked down. “i’m scared. i don’t want to lose you.”

jinyoung knew you had insecurities in relationships – the last guy you dated had moved away without even telling you and moved in with one of his girlfriends. he has helped you through that time of heartbreak in your life…and he didn’t want that to ever happen to you again. he wouldn’t stand for it.

“y/n, i would never hurt you.”

you squeezed his hand. “just give me some time, okay? you’re right, i do adore you.”

“i’ll give you whatever time you need.”

jinyoung picked up the tab and you drove back home in silence, your fingers interlaced with his. you looked over at him in the passenger side. “nyoungie, will you spend the night?”

he kissed your fingers. “of course, sweetheart.”

when you woke up the next morning, you’re alone. you immediately panic until you smell….eggs?

you walk into the kitchen to see jinyoung flipping eggs, and pretty flowers on the countertop. he smiles widely. “good morning, my valentine.”

cheesy bastard.

you wrap your arms around his back, breathing in his scent. “i don’t need anymore time.”

“hm?”

“i want to be yours, jinyoung.”

jinyoung turns around in your arms before kissing you. “i have always been yours.”

youngjae;

“youngjae, are you there?” you giggled as you sat on your shared bed.

“im here baby,” he said. “jinyoung keeps bugging me to watch with us.”

“tell him no! it’s date night,” you frowned. “im gonna go get a bottle of wine.”

“okay, honey.”

you walk into the kitchen, admiring the flowers youngjae had ordered for you for the tenth time that day. you grabbed your favorite bottle of wine and scooped up the little sleepy ball of fluff before heading back into the bedroom. although you would have loved to have physically spent valentines with youngjae, you realized this was the best it was gonna get.

“get the wine?” your boyfriend asked before squealing at the screen. “coco!!! oh, i miss you both so much!!!”

“is that coco!!” you heard jinyoung squeal too. mark came into the frame and started cooing too.

“jinyoung, mark, date night!” you giggled, lifting coco into your lap, shaking the little paw to say “hi.”

“i miss you guys,” you tell the boys. “i really do, but can jae and i enjoy valentines together? we just want some alone time.”

“ahh, okay y/n, happy valentines,” jinyoung winked at you.

“you really should come out here with us, they never listen to me that well,” youngjae says. “you look so pretty. i wish i was there with you.”

you and youngjae had been in a long distance relationship for three years now, and it got easier, but there was just some days you longed for each other. you knew this was one of those days, you could tell by the longing in his eyes.

“jae. i miss you,” you pouted. “coco, say bye to your daddy, mommy has to show him something.”

youngjae knew you were up to something. “jae...how about we skip the movie? i bought something for you,” before you could hear him answer, you started stripping out of your pjs, showing off your brand new lingerie. it left absolutely nothing to the imagination and made you look so sexy. and it was red, too. you could hear youngjae gulp, his pupils blown wide.

“why must you torture me?”

“oh, i mean, we can watch a movie instead....,” you teased, pulling down a strap to reveal more cleavage to your awaiting boyfriend. “its up to you, ill slip into my pajamas and we can —.”

“don’t you even think about stopping,” he growled, shifting the computer down to show you him palming his bulge. you grinned.

your plan was unfolding marvelously.

bam;

you didn’t want to make a big deal about bam working on valentines day. you knew it was a cheesy and cliche holiday...but that didn’t stop you from feeling sad that you couldn’t spend the whole day in your mans’ arms. you pushed the feeling away, texting your boyfriend “happy vday! love u”

you busied yourself with school work to ignore the hurt you felt in your heart, but you couldn’t get your mind off bam. you scrolled through your camera roll to pick the pictures for your instagram post. before you could post a picture of you posing with bam on the beach, a call interrupted you.

“y/n, what are you doing right now??” jackson asks in a panicked voice.

“uh, working on a project...are you okay?”

“bam just fell, he’s in pain. he keeps asking for you, can you take him to the ER??”

“ill be there in ten.”

you sped all the way to the dance studio, bracing yourself for a broken ankle or a gash in his face. oh, god, you wanted your heart to stop racing.

“where’s my baby boy??” you asked jaebeom, who was smirking when you first saw him, but the smirk was completely wiped off his face when he saw your misty eyes. “jaebeom, is he okay? why couldn’t you have brought him to the ER! i could have met you there!”

“uh, y/n, come with me. and stop crying,” jaebeom led you into the studio where bam was sitting on the floor. the studio was surrounded with gifts all wrapped up in pink and red, heart shaped balloons, as well a buffet of your favorite foods. you looked at jaebeom in confusion, who just winked at you and closed the door behind him.

“happy valentines, baby,” there was a knowing smile on his face.

“you are such an ass. i almost had a heart attack driving over here,” you whined, pulling away from his hug.

“y/n!! i was just trying to surprise you,” your boyfriend said, picking one of your gifts up and handing it to you. “please let me spoil you all day. i knew you were upset with me for coming to work, let me give you the valentines i know you want.”

you smiled. “how can i argue with such a big softie?”

“shut up, i cant help that i love you,” he was pouting now. “now let me eat whipped cream off of your body.”

yugyeom;

“how do you expect to meet someone if you have an engagement ring on your finger when you’re a single woman?” your new friend, yugyeom asked you. “seems strange to me.”

“maybe i don’t want to date anybody, did you ever think of that?” you asked him. “besides, it wards off all the creeps. hey, there’s a diner at this exit, wanna stop?”

you pulled off the highway to the diner. it was valentine’s, so of course the place was crowded. yugyeom whined. “can’t we just get mcdonalds or something? we’ve been in the car for six hours and im hungry.”

prior to six hours ago, you didn’t know yugyeom. he was bam’s best friend, so you had heard of him in the past. yugyeom was visiting some art school in new york, while you were going home to see your family for your sister’s birthday. wanting to save both of his friends money, he suggested you drive yugyeom to new york. you didn’t know….it was a long drive from chicago, but yugyeom said he would give you half the gas money, so it would be worth it. new york wasn’t cheap.

“exactly, so we should eat a proper meal. we still have six and a half hours left.”

“fine,” he huffed.

the waitress sat you two down and gave you your menus before squealing. everyone in the diner turned their heads. “oh. my. GOD!!! did he propose to you today? that ring is absolutely stunning!!”

“oh, no I –“

“as a matter of fact, i proposed this morning. we’re on our way to new york to tell our families,” yugyeom beamed at her, kicking your foot under the table.

the waitress looked like she might faint. “that is so romantic. whenever you’re ready, dinner’s on the house.”

she scurried away, and many “congratulations” rang throughout the little establishment.

“aw, honey you’re blushing,” yugyeom winked at you. you rolled your eyes. you didn’t know if you were smitten with this guy or if you plainly disliked him.

“don’t point it out, dear,” you played along. “have you figured out what you want to order?”

the two of you ordered and pretended to be a couple the whole meal. you scoured at your friend when he stole some of your french fries off your plate. he just sent a wink in your direction. when you sipped some of your milkshake, he rested his hand in his cheek, staring at you. you giggled.

“yeom, what are you up to?”

“just admiring.”

okay, so you were smitten by him.

the two of you went back to the car, where a small smile was playing on his lips. “that was kind of fun.”

you blushed, sinking into the drivers seat. “i haven’t had that much fun in years.”

“maybe you should get back into dating. i think you would make anyone have a good time with you.” he said offhandedly. “that ring is going to prevent you from ever going on a date again.”

“dating is never that easy,” you tried to reason with him…you had been burned so many times in the past, why would you ever want to let yourself get hurt again.

“it was with us,” since your eyes were on the road, you couldn’t see him shrug. “i’m going to take a nap, happy valentines.”

you glanced over at his sleeping form, smiling to yourself. you managed to take the ring off your finger without crashing the car and set it in the center console. beside you, yugyeom opened his eyes.

“does this mean i can take you out once we get to new york?”

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amerrierworld · 3 years

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Oh, brother

for the request: Galadriel and her brothers

Summary: Galadriel’s surprise birthday bash! Modern AU

Characters: Galadriel x Celeborn, a whole lot of Silmarillion and LOTR elves :D

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: none really, family fluff, annoying older brothers. a whole lot of blondes.

If there was one thing Galadriel couldn’t stand, it’s surprises. She likes to know when things happen and have everything planned out. If she had the choice to foresee the future, she totally would.

But Celeborn wasn’t like his wife. And he really couldn’t refuse three ruthless blondes from barging into his home to throw a surprise birthday party for Galadriel, their baby sister. They would’ve broken the door down anyways.

It was a weekday, so of course Galadriel was working. Celeborn had taken the day off to pick up the cake that Galadriel had chosen for herself, and pick Celebrian up earlier than usual from school to help get a few decorations. The decor included a handful of balloons, and some party hats, which were mostly for their daughter than for Galadriel herself.

The door practically shook in its hinges at the sudden knock later that afternoon, making Celeborn jump. If it had been Galadriel, he would have been worried, but she had said she was working late. So who on earth...

“Celebooooooorn!”

“Oh... great.” Celeborn sighed and cursed internally. He set his laptop aside next to where Celebrian was colouring and hurried to the door, bracing himself.

“Is that Uncle Angrod?”

“Sadly.. yes,” Celeborn grumbled. He opened up and nearly fell back at the sight of three grinning faces. They were carrying large plastic bags and a few gift bags, and he immediately regretted opening the door.

They pushed inside, with Celebrian jumping into one of her uncles’ arms without any preamble, and Celeborn had a looming sense of dread about why they had shown up randomly at their home.

Finrod was the eldest, and the more approachable of the three. He explained their plans to set up a surprise party.

“You know she hates surprise parties! The actual birthday dinner is this weekend, you know that!”

“Yes, yes, we know, but we figured we’d do something different this time.”

“Why?!”

“Galadriel works wayyy too much, Celeborn,” Aegnor huffed, flopping down on their couch. His blonde mullet was sleek and straight, and Celeborn caught a section of pure white that shot through one side of his hairdo. Another last-minute dye job, no doubt. “You both work way too much. If you’re not going to do anything about it, then we will.”

“She’ll kill us all.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Come on, help me with the disco ball.”

“The disco ball?!”

Galadriel knew what was going to happen the minute she pulled up to her home. If the half a dozen extra cars in the street didn’t say anything, the flashing lights from the living room window gave enough away. She sat inside her car, genuinely debating if she should speed away and just come back in the morning, leaving Celeborn to deal with the aftermath of what looked like an attempt at some sort of party.

But then she remembered her chosen cake and pursed her lips in defiance. She had been very excited to eat it, and curl up with her own family to just watch a silly movie the rest of the night. She’d find a way to enjoy her birthday, even with her nagging extended family.

But the first person who greeted her at the door wasn’t her husband or any of her relatives. It was Gandalf, with a butterfly painted on his cheek and a top hat on his head. He had a juice box in hand and pulled her into a hug when he saw her in the hallway.

“Happy birthday, dear friend!”

“Oh, Gandalf. What have you done?”

“For once, this idea wasn’t mine. I was simply invited.”

“I’m sure you arrived on time.”

“I always do!”

He promised there’d be no fireworks this time; when he had set off his pyromaniacal schemes last, poor Radagast’s hedges and flowerbeds had burned to a crisp.

In the kitchen, Celeborn was nursing a wine glass filled with apple juice. Galadriel didn’t see any alcohol opened anywhere, which did help relieve her stress. He saw her come in and his face scrunched up in an apologetic expression, and it made her laugh.

“My love.. I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t start, Celeborn. What’s done is done. I suppose I’ll be forced to enjoy my birthday now?”

He grimaced and sipped his drink a little more. “If it helps, Celebrian is enjoying herself immensely.”

“Oh, is that right?”

“Orodreth is here. I promise everything is family-friendly, even if it is a little... wild.”

“Was the disco ball Aegnor’s idea?”

“Yes.”

“Of course.”

Galadriel’s siblings were all successful, hard-working people. At least, when they were on their own. Once you put the three brothers together, all hell would break loose. Despite their sheer differences, they were able to put things together and become a team. Often to the dismay of their younger sister who had to endure the torture.

Finrod was the eldest, and therefore the most responsible. He was a successful CEO who took his time to travel and explore every corner of the world. He was stern-faced, and defiantly defensive of his family and his life choices.

Angrod was the middle brother, and the most outlandish. His passion could lead to anger very quickly, but it made him the most emotionally expressive. His son was practically the sheer opposite of him. Orodreth was a little older than Celebrian, and very soft-spoken and quiet. He was incredibly gifted and intellectual, but you would never be able to read his face and discern that yourself.

And Aegnor was the unhinged youngest brother. As an artist and creative thinker, he explored one medium of art to the next. Galadriel believed he had a lot of potential, and being the two youngest they bonded and got along very well. But she had no idea where his life would lead him. One week it would be pottery, the other it would become architecture. But he was kind and encouraging, which made him the most favourable to babysit Celebrian out of the three uncles.

But once put together, all precedented rules of their characters went out the window.

Eldalote was in the bathroom giving people painted faces, and Galadriel assumed that was where Gandalf got his colourful butterfly. She knocked on the door and came in on Orodreth getting a big fish painted on his forehead. Her daughter was watching diligently next to her aunt as she painted. She had a large flower and heart on one cheek, and a party hat tied snugly on her head.

The minute she saw her mother she squealed and ran into her arms. Galadriel picked her up swiftly, and suddenly felt she couldn’t be mad at her brothers anymore. Nor could she be mad about them getting ahead of themselves and starting the party before she got home. It made it easier to blend in rather than have all the focus on her as soon as she had opened the door.

“Hello, sweetheart,” she nuzzled her daughter’s unpainted cheek who began babbling about the party thus far. Orodreth said a shy hello and wished her a happy birthday. Galadriel wondered how her idiot, reckless brother had ended up with such a diligent and sweet son. Nonetheless, she gave him a hug before Celebrian tugged her back to the living room, where the main socializing seemed to be happening.

The three elder brothers were plotting in a huddled group near the disco ball, and as soon as they saw Galadriel, they swarmed her. Aegnor set Celebrian on his hip, and Celeborn rushed to Galadriel’s side, still looking a little forlorn and guilty for letting the party get so rowdy.

“Sister! Happy fucking-”

“Hey! There’s kids.”

“Sorry. Happy freaking birthday, sis. Do you like our party?”

“I hate it.” Galadriel crossed her arms, but her eyes were twinkling. “You know how I hate surprises.”

“Hey, that’s why we’re not giving you a speech, alright? You should thank me.” Aegnor bumped Finrod with his fist. “Fin was planning on drawling on for forever if we hadn’t stopped him.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Finrod rolled his eyes, but he gave Galadriel a quick side hug. “We know you never celebrate yourself, Galadriel. So this is for you. We practically had to tie down your husband to let us decorate.”

“I mean, clearly.” Galadriel looked at the overwhelming amount of paper decorations and bright balloons. “He’d never allow it to look so hideous if he could help it.”

“You wound me, sister,” Angrod clutched his chest.

“Your cake remains untouched though,” Celeborn pointed out. “That’s the one thing I was able to protect. The rest of the house.. not so much.”

“Oh, well I suppose that’s alright,” Galadriel sighed. She watched the small group of friends and other people in her life gather in the living room and other spots in the house. The music was cheery but not blaring. And from the looks of it.. people brought their own dinner items, like an impromptu potluck.

Elwing and Earendil came over to greet Galadriel with happy smiles and a congratulations. The couple were constantly glued to each others’ side, and Galadriel was glad to have another set of seemingly sane parents in their social circle.

Their twins, Elros and Elrond, were sprawled out on the carpet with Lego and toy cars. Elrond’s face had been smeared with cupcake icing that he had scarfed down, and Galadriel watched, amused, as her daughter went over to him, tutting like she often would. She had a napkin in hand and proceeded to wipe his face, effectively smearing the icing even further onto his cheeks.

The sight made her chuckle, and the initial stress she had seemed to finally leave. She supposed she could enjoy as much of it as possible.

“To be fair, this party is looking to be the best I’ve ever had.” She looked around, slipping her hand into Celeborn’s. “Food I don’t have to pay for. No idiot college friends or condescending relatives. Kids who are actually enjoying themselves? I’d rank this in the top five, boys.”

“Then our work here is done!” Aegnor declared, bouncing Celebrian who giggled happily in his arms. “Now let’s get that cake.”

“Nuh-uh,” Galadriel wagged a finger at him. “That’s for me and my family alone. There’s enough food for you behind you. Go on, you swine.”

Aegnor stuck out his tongue, and she swatted him. He went off to explore the dishes that were laid out on the dining table. So did the rest of the group; going to get their faces painted or wolf down whatever fatty snacks were in reach. Galadriel turned to her husband and gave him a firm kiss.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t defend our fortress, my lady,” he sighed. She rolled her eyes.

“It’s quite alright. I’m not angry. Maybe because I was met with a very gleeful Gandalf at the door rather than my overbearing siblings. Besides, we didn’t even have to cook.”

He laughed. “I knew that would be the thing to win you over.”

A/N: I love these guys ;-; This is my character interpretation of Galadriel’s brothers/family in a modern AU. I posted this out of order for CB’s birthday- I finished it over a week ago but then I realized how close it was to the 14th so I just waited! I hope you enjoy my loves

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n0-eyedtaissa · 3 years

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Don’t You Forget About Me (Outer Banks OC x The Pogues): Chapter One

Special thank you to @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle for beta reading this for me!

tagging: @hughstheforcelou @thecaptainsgingersnap (if you wanna be added to the list just lemme know!), chapter two can be found here!

Part One: 1 Year before the big move

key event: clementine’s seventeenth birthday party

“I didn’t even want to have a stupid party anyways” Clementine complains, tugging a brush through her thick hair as she looked at herself in the mirror. She smooths the back of her dress down, trying to pull it down farther to cover up her skinny legs.

Her bedroom is a mess from the hour it took her to figure out her outfit, with most of her closet now laying in wrinkled heaps on the floor. Clementine had done about a dozen outfit changes only to put back on what she had been wearing initially. She walks back over to her closet for a final review and trips over a discarded high-top sneaker in the process.

“Oh c’mon, you know it’s more for dad that it is for you...” Kimber raises one of her unkept eyebrows at her little sister. She grabs a tube of lipstick that lay forgotten on the dresser, uncaps it and gestures for Clementine to turn towards her and stay still. “He’s outside tying balloons to the mailbox and everything”

Clementine scoffs, already dying to wipe off the thick-feeling, waxy lipstick that Kimber was smearing over her lips. “I just don’t get why we’re having a party, everyone in this family hates parties...”

Kimber leans in close to the mirror, wiping her finger under her eye to fix her eyeliner. “At this point you just have to let it happen, little sister. There’s gonna be presents...and cake!”

It was true that both of the Adams sisters tended to be on the more reserved side when it came to being the center of attention, but Kimber was always ranting and raving about the importance of breaking out of your comfort zone because that was the only way you could truly ever grow. Yeah it was scary, and yeah it could be painful sometimes...growing pains, Kimber called them, though more in reference to the pain of emotional growth rather than physical.

Clementine grabs a tissue and starts to blot away some of the red lipstick away but Kimber swats her hand. “Plus, what’s there to be celebrating about turning seventeen anyways? I mean, at sixteen you can get your license, at eighteen you’re a real adult and you can like, vote or whatever, but seventeen is the most bullshit middle-of-the-road age”

Kimber shrugs. “God, you’re definitely sounding way too cynical for it to be your birthday, Clem...” Her eyes light up as she gets an idea. “Follow me” She pulls Clementine by the hand and the two of them stealthily make their way into their shared bathroom, ignoring the hustle and bustle of family and friends starting to arrive.

“What’re you girls up to?” Lyle Adams, the family patriarch and begrudging party host yells at his daughters, flicking his dish towel over his shoulder as he grabbed up the tray of burgers and other food that needed to go on the grill.

“Not now, dad, this is a makeup emergency!” Kimber shouts, shoving Clementine into the bathroom before their dad could notice.

Kimber smiles wickedly at her sister, like she always did when she had a good bad idea. Clementine knows that look and she trusts it, so when Kimber reaches into the buttoned pocket of her denim vest and pulls out a tightly rolled joint, she already knows what the routine is: Her job is to light up the strong smelling candle that sat on the lip of the sink, while Kimber was busy shoving her fluffy bathrobe under the door jamb so that no smoke could seep out. Kimber grabs the air freshener and keeps it on hand as she sits down in the cold basin of the porcelain bathtub, tangling her legs with her sister’s as they both got as comfortable as they could.

“For the birthday girl” Kimber holds up the joint for Clementine, who graciously accepts, leaning into the flame of the candle to ignite the thin rice paper. Clementine breathes out a lungful of smoke and smiles dopily at her sister.

The two sisters sit side by side in the empty bathtub, passing the joint back and forth as it dwindled down to nothing. Clementine would take a hit and blow the smoke out into the balled-up hand towel and Kimber would spray a spritz of artificial-smelling air freshener just in case.

“Where’d you get this shit anyways?” Clementine giggles, rubbing at her bloodshot eyes.

“It’s part of your birthday present from us,” Kimber explains “When Gat gets here you’ll get the rest”

Clementine has to refrain from scowling in distaste at the word ‘us’. She coughs on what’s left of the joint and carefully lifts up the lid of the toilet, flicking the end of the joint into the bowl and listening to the embers fizzle out as they hit the water.

“Gat’s coming?” Clementine asks, making sure she heard correctly.

Kimber looks at her younger sister like she doesn’t understand the question. “Of course he is. It isn’t really a party without him, right?” She chuckles and stands up quickly, her stiff knees cracking as she steps out of the empty bathtub and offers Clementine a hand to pull her up.

As if on cue, both Clementine and Kimber’s ears perk up as they hear a boisterous laugh coming from the kitchen. They both know that their dad only laughs like that around one person only, Liam Gatwin, Kimber's long-time boyfriend and the first mate on their dad’s boat.

“Divine timing!” Kimber giggles, refreshing her lipstick quickly in the mirror before abruptly exiting the bathroom, leaving Clementine all alone.

Clementine looks at herself in the bathroom mirror and scrubs a hand over her face, not used to the layer of makeup that Kimber put on her when she promised it’d look good for pictures. She sees her face and has a hard time recognizing herself, too busy noticing how sickly and washed out she looked under the harsh fluorescent light.

“Speak of the Devil and He shall appear...” Clem mutters under her breath, giving herself a once-over before following her sister and finally joining the party.

There’s a handful of aunts and uncles all milling around the array of appetizers that were littering the dining room table, with crock pots plugged into extension chords, and dishes that stilled needed stirring. There’s an orange balloon tied to each of the dining room chairs — Clementine’s favorite color. A couple paper gift bags and envelopes are shoved into one of the rickety wood chairs and Clementine thinks that she can probably guess what’s in each one. Her dad stopped trying to buy her presents a long time ago but she knew that there would be a wad of twenties stuffed in a card along with a message that was sure to make her cry. Uncle Greg probably got her a surf shop t-shirt that was at least three sizes too big for her. Everyone else was pretty hit or miss, but Clementine just appreciated the effort. She hikes herself up onto the kitchen counter and grabs one of the party sized bags of chips littering the counter, snacking as she consciously observed everyone and everything around her.

From outside the sliding glass door she can see her dad Lyle gesturing wildly with his favorite spatula, flipping a row of burgers until they’re well-done like Clementine likes. He and his younger brother, Uncle Greg were reminiscing rather loudly about younger, better days while Kimber and Gat half-listened, too tangled up with each other to care about anything else.

“You’d love it, man, North Carolina is unlike anything else. It’s a little island, a nice tight-knit group of people.” Uncle Greg pauses to take a sip of beer from the six-pack of fancy IPAs that he brought with him. “There’s lots of good jobs in Kildere County, might be good for all of you to have a change of scenery...”

Greg Adams had just returned from a few months over in the Outer Banks, where he worked at one of the big marinas, chartering boats and doing maintenance. He was social enough to be good at his job and had no issue rubbing elbows with the rich yacht owners if that meant getting himself a better tip.

Lyle sighs, scratching his head under his well worn hat. “I’ll think about it, okay?”

The conversation fizzles out because everyone knows that an ‘I’ll think about it’ from Lyle was a softer version of a no. Lyle Adams was someone who existed within the confines of his comfort zone. He was a man of habit and routine, and packing up the house that he and his late wife bought together to raise their girls just to move over six hundred miles away to the Outer Banks was as far out of his comfort zone as he could go.

Clementine watches her father’s face fall and she takes this as her opportunity to come out and make an entrance, to liven up the party a little. She drops down from her spot on the kitchen counter with a light thud and makes her way towards everyone in the backyard.

“Are you guys having a party without me?” Clementine asks, grinning slyly with her hands on her hips.

“It’s the birthday girl!” Uncle Greg yells happily, picking Clementine up around her waist and spinning her around as she squealed. “How’s seventeen treating you?” He sets her down, immediately grabbing his lower back and groaning.

Clementine has to think for a minute, checking in to see if she can feel anything different about herself. “I dunno yet” She shrugs, “Talk to me tomorrow and maybe I’ll have a better answer” Everyone that was milling around the backyard laughs and returns to their surface level conversation, asking Kimber about community college and talking to Gat about what it was like working on the boat with Lyle.

The party continues into the evening, when the sun goes down and the orange glow casts over everyone and everything. It’s Clementine’s favorite time of the day: When it’s not too hot but it’s not too cold, when the wind is still, when you know it’ll be dark soon but it’s not quite there yet. She walks across the dry grass to the rickety old swing set that sat rusting away in the corner of the backyard. Clementine can remember when they got the swing set for Christmas when she was seven and Kimber was nine, they were blissfully unaware of how early their parents had to wake up in order to secure it all together before the girls woke up. The seat of the swing is still warm from the afternoon sun beating down onto the plastic and it sticks the backs of Clementine’s bare thighs as she sits down to start pushing herself. She’s too busy pumping her legs and trying to get some air that she doesn’t notice Gat walking across the backyard towards her.

“Happy Birthday, Tiny” He smirks, pulling a cigarette from behind his ear and lighting it up. Gat tosses a rolled-up paper bag in Clementine’s direction and she rushes to catch it.

“Don’t call me that” Clementine sighs, unrolling the wrinkled paper bag to find another ziplock bag filled with fragrant buds of weed.

Kimber walks up to the two of them, kicking up clods of dry and yellowed grass under his big combat boots. “God, you couldn’t have put a bow on it or something?” She laughs, taking the bag from Clementine and smelling it.

“Where the hell d’you think I’d get a bow from?” Gat mumbles around his cigarette, looping his arm around Kimber’s waist and hugging her close, like he was scared that if she went too far away she wouldn’t come back.

Kimber leans up to give him a kiss on the cheek and it makes Clementine want to gag. “Remind me to never leave you in charge of presents or decorations” She rolls her eyes before turning her attention back to her little sister.

“It’s about time that we head out, okay Clem?” Kimber asks, though she wasn’t really asking. Kimber had a habit of doing that. She often worded things as though they were questions, but if someone were to disagree with her or go against her wants it would be a big deal to her.

“You’re leaving?” Clementine tries hard not to sound like she’s offended, even though she was. It was her birthday party and her sister couldn’t even be bothered to spend the evening with her because she was too wrapped up in her stupid boyfriend and his no-good friends.

A strange expression crosses Kimber’s face, like she couldn't believe that her actions were being questioned. “You’ll cover for me, right?” She raises an eyebrow, her gaze even as she looks Clementine in the eye. Over the years the two sisters had set a sort of precedent for themselves, making up their own set of rules so the two of them could evade any trouble and cover their own asses when needed.

Rule #1: Whatever happens, we don’t tell dad.

Clementine swallows the knot in her throat and nods in confirmation. She would cover for Kimber like she always did, even if that meant getting in trouble in the process. She plants her feet on the dirty ground, no longer feeling like swinging.

Kimber untangles herself from Gat and shoulders her little sister in a half-hug. “Save me the best piece of cake, okay?”

“Yup. The one with my name on it” Clementine nods, forcing a tight-lipped smile onto her face as she unstuck her legs from the seat of the swing and made her way across the backyard, preparing a distraction big enough so Kimber and Gat can make their french exit and leave before the rest of the family could notice.

#fic: don't you forget about me #obx fic #outer banks fic #obx s2 #outer banks oc #obx oc #obx ocs: various #obx oc: clementine adams #obx oc: kimber adams #obx oc: liam gatwin #obx oc: lyle adams

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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years

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The Smiths

The biggest reason for young hybrids to aspire to attend Cassell College was to find their soulmate, the person who was like them, both in pedigree and in riches. Before classes start, the men have checked out the ladies and the ladies have checked out the men. Identifying the highest ranked students in class narrowed down the candidates, with the highest ranking male students coming out of the 3E being the prized stallions with the lowest rankings hoping to find something in the scraps left behind.

The Smith sisters were no different. Not only with spotless pedigrees, they had hefty bank accounts. In their early twenties, they were already accomplished business women, each one running their own real estate business, but not in housing, but in farmland. Each one of these women owned hundreds of acres where they grew maize which they traded to great success on the commodities market. To them, some rich city boy would likely not understand the importance of their business, thinking farming was a humble dirty practice. But the women, especially Celeste, understood that women like them were the ones who filled their rich bellies at night.

Now they had come out as Rank A and were fortunately seated next to the Rank S of the class on day one. Of course, they were going to plant their flags immediately next to him. But if the poor leftover stallions of Cassell College thought that they were going to hopefully go after two other sisters as scraps, they were sadly mistaken. There were no ‘scraps’ among the Smith Sisters.

“There! That’s the last of it!” Porsche slapped her hands together as she finished moving the last of three boxes that held Tigre’s meager belongings into his new room. He’d been living in the hospital for so long, but now his one bedroom was larger than even that. It was a spacious open plan with large windows and its own bathroom with a jacuzzi tub. Their dorm was located on the top floor of the newest dormitory building on campus.

At the first floor was the lobby and recreation area that included its own indoor pool and sauna, huge exercise room with state of the art equipment and a small theater to watch movies. There were arcades full of video game cabinets, ping pong and pool tables, and air hockey machines. There was even a salon and massage parlor. The building sat on a biking and walking trail and was quite near the library.

Porsche sat next to him on the king-size bed and handed him his tablet. “This is the college class registration portal where you choose your classes for the year. You have advanced classes because of your rank where you get the best teachers on any subject so pick whatever you like. First, you have to decide on your major.” She looked up at him with big bright brown eyes.

Tigre felt his heart suddenly skip a beat looking into those eyes, their delicately curling lashes, the rise and fall of her cheekbones. Her skin was perfect, smooth, and even. A rich shade of mahogany. “Major?”

“The direction of your study. You can’t just study everything. You have to pick a specific subject to pursue. You can change it later, but… it will just take you that much longer to graduate.”

Her fingers were topped with French manicures as she swept down to the Majors list. “Pick one.”

There were majors in Theology, Engineering, Chemistry, Alchemy… Tigre sighed. He didn’t know what many of these meant. “Is there one that has to do with fighting?”

He just remembered his vision had a lot of depictions of war. That was what dragons were known for and that’s what he wanted to be, a warrior, like a dragon.

“Fighting? So… you want to major in Martial Arts?” Porsche pulled her face into different surprised expressions. “Alright then. These will be your classes.” She tapped her finger on the screen.

“Taijiquan, Physical Education, Kendo, Tae Kwon Do, Brazilian Jujistu, Muy Tai…” She listed them off.

He didn’t know what any of these meant! “Yeah.” He said. “Sign me up for those.”

She laughed once. “You can’t take them all at once. They limit Phys Ed to four per year, so you can have energy for your core classes and not hurt yourself. So pick four.”

He had questions about each one but he figured it wouldn’t matter. He just picked the first four off the list.

“Okay then you have Battlefield training level 1 that all Cassell students have to attend here…” She ticked that off. “And then there’s your core classes. Right here.”

“Core Classes?” He asked, shocked. This was really adding up!

She looked at him reproachfully. “You can’t just join Cassell and be a meathead. You’ll be taking Norse Mythology 101, Dragon Lineages 101, and Alchemy 101.” She made a few more taps of her fingers and suddenly his schedule was lined up neatly in blocks of time on a calendar. “You’re kind of spacy so we’ll need to set some reminders.”

She now took the tablet completely out of his hands.

“Spacy?”

“It means you don’t keep track of things well.” She didn’t look up from the tablet. “You have to be reminded or you won’t do what you need to do or you’ll get overwhelmed and forget.”

“That’s true…” He admitted softly. After all, Toyama had to remind him to brush his teeth. How was he going to keep up with all of this?

She rewarded him with a smile. “Wisdom is with the modest!”

“Porsche…? What’s your major?” He asked her in a meek tone.

“I’m going into Dragon Physiology.” She said easily.

“Fizzy… ology…?”

“I study Dragon bodies.” She hands him back the tablet. “Okay, we’ll be going once we all change.”

“Where are we going?” He looks down at the tablet but she’d set the lock screen back on.

“Shopping, you need clothes and,” She stood up and paused to look him up and down “...a lot more stuff for classes and going out et cetera. Plus, we’re having a party tonight to celebrate our win.”

“We are?” Tigre said, amazed.

“Yep. We are.” Porsche sighed, wearily. “Ahhh… it’s so tiring, to be having to help you like this. So don’t make things difficult. We’re doing you a favor to help you out so you don’t get lost. Be sure to clean up after yourself and do what we ask alright?”

“Oh, of course! I really appreciate your help!” Tigre nodded earnestly.

She gave him an approving nod. “Good. I’ll be back in a bit.”

A grown man sharing a dorm with three rich single women would raise anyone’s eyebrows, but Tigre walked out of the building with them, not having much of a choice. The girls stepped into a sun that flashed off their ebony skin and crystalline handbags, in midriff baring blouses with low shoulders and jean shorts cut above their thighs. “You have a very hefty stipend but you’ve never touched money before so I’ll hold on to it for you.” Celeste says taking his Student ID card from him. “I’ll make sure you have everything you need.”

“Oh… okay. Thank you!” Tigre nodded.

Ruby glanced over and frowned. “It’s still his money…”

“He’s just going to waste it on something stupid because he doesn’t know what he needs.” Celeste shrugged. “You know how it is with people who get a lot of money after never having any. We, on the other hand, actually know what to do with it.”

A sleek dark blue Miata was parked in front of the building and they opened the door and got in.

“You do know about seatbelts right?” Porsche smiled as she got into the passenger side.

Before Tigre could answer, he was startled when the whole roof of the car started folding back! Ruby giggled behind her hand. Tigre returned her smile.

“If there’s something you want just ask for it.” Ruby said.

The engine roared to life and the three of them took off, weaving through the shining spires of Chicago. The sweet tones of R&B music played on the radio and Tigre stared upwards up the skyscrapers. The three girls put on dark glasses against the sunlight, their hair blowing in the wind.

They pulled up to a red light and idled.

“Hey girls! Got any room for me?” A voice shouted from the corner of the street. A man in a basketball jersey whistled from a jeep.

The girls paid him no mind.

“Oh come on, don’t be that way!”

The three girls all looked at each other in unison and then the light turned green and the car sped off.

“Does this happen a lot?” Tigre glanced behind him.

“All the time, honey. Get used to it.” Porsche lowered her glasses at him. “ You’re the luckiest guy in the world. Look at where you are. You’re in a car full of cute girls on a bright late summer day! What do you think is going to happen? Everyone wants to be you right now.”

“Don’t give him a big head.” Celeste rested her arm on the steering wheel. “I like him the way he is. Too many guys out there just think they’re entitled to our attention. We’re the ones who choose who we want. Has nothing to do with ‘luck’. We’re all the ‘luck’ he needs.” She looked into the rear view mirror. “You just sit back and relax and don’t mind the peanut gallery.”

They pulled into an upscale mall and walked in empty handed and walked out carrying three multicolored and multi sized bags on each arm. When they got back to the dorm, they started decorating with balloons and banners and bright lights. Bottles of alcohol were lined up on a minibar and glasses were arranged on the table.

These girls didn’t cook, they ordered food from the cafeteria to have it catered.

Ruby leaned over and turned up the heavy bass music and clapped her hands dancing in the middle of the living room. She grinned at Tigre and invited him to dance with her. He had no idea what to do but she encouraged him to ‘move to the beat’.

“By the way. Clubs. We’re joining Lionheart.” Celeste suddenly announced from the kitchen.

Tigre stopped mid-groove, hands awkwardly in the air. “We are?”

“Yeah, the people in Student Union are all uppity idiots that need to be taken down a peg. Senior Lu Mingfei is nice enough, but god, the people around him? Gag me. They’re entrenched in their stupid Euro-centric views and have no idea how the world works. But we have the other Rank S. And that’s gonna burn ‘em good.” Celeste crossed her arms. “That means we’ll be able to rise up the ranks pretty quick. It’s a sure win. There’s not enough people in Lionheart who can compete with us.”

She rolled her eyes at Tigre's stunned expression. “I’ll spell it out for you. You saw that fool, Robert. He walked right up to you as assumed you were going to want to lead Lionheart, all the while ignoring the triple threat sitting right in front of him. You’re not the one who is going to lead Lionheart. We are!”

Sure enough, a few hours later, the dorm was full of Lionheart members.

#Dragon Raja

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lovemeafterhrs · 4 years

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boys (that i dated in highschool) | k. akaashi

chapter 3: things that i miss

fun fact: mc is resident heartbreaker, and kuroo has a running conspiracy that she kills all of her boyfriends as inspiration when writing her novels. bokuto is quick to point out that all of her exes are still living, but his point stands nonetheless.

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something about bokuto’s house parties had never quite sat right with her, especially after witnessing many years of chaos that his mother had to endure every time they left him alone for the weekend.

being bokuto koutarou’s next door neighbor all her life had prepared her for the moment she walked inside the designated apartment and realized the bright lights and balloons were definitely his doing.

it was a welcome surprise to hear the loud, cheerful remarks of her ex-captain as he moved to pull her into a tight, slightly suffocating hug.

“dude, i didn’t realize you still lived in tokyo! your mom still sends me cookies.” the gleeful smile that graced over his features sent a giggle down her throat that she effectively pushed down as she grinned at him.

“the lemon cookies? she doesn’t even bring me those anymore!” she stated with a pout, and before bokuto could reply, he was interrupted by the introduction of a very loud, very drunk kuroo tetsurou.

“YOU ACTUALLY CAME!!” he’d yelled much too loud for comfort, and she shushed him lightly as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“i wanted to see kenma actually, do you know where he is?” she teased, and he hit her arm playfully as he chose to hand her a glass instead. “kuroo.. i don’t think i want to know what’s in this.”

“you can see kenma if you drink with me!” he stated triumphantly, and she was whisked away as soon as she’d agreed.

the kitchen is surprisingly calm, and the music across the hall vibrated against the tile floor.

“kuroo, i’m not taking shots with you.”

“you have to! it’s your first college party!” he pouted, visibly wobbling as he poured two shots of cheap vodka.

to be honest, it tasted more like rubbing alcohol than anything. “who said this was my first college party?” his jaw slacked open at the comment, and pushed another shot in her direction.

“keep talking, dollface. i was going easy on you, but there’s worse shit in the fridge.” opening the fridge, she was brought face to face with a comically large bottle of kool aid flavored titos, a staple of bokuto’s house parties that was mutually hated by all.

“never again. i will never ever ever-“

spoiler alert, she did. all it had taken was one glimpse of dark hair from the corner of her eye to have her downing every shot kuroo handed out, and bokuto quickly joined the party.

all of a sudden, the last one was one drink too many as she stumbled her way into the nearest bathroom.

what she didn’t expect to be greeted by was an equally drunk akaashi sprawled out in the bathtub. when he noticed her, he immediately shot up and tried to gather his usually stoic demeanor.

to be completely truthful, he was a mess. after a failed drinking game with bokuto, he’d brought up the topic he’d been dreading.

of course that topic would find herself in the bathroom he’d been wallowing in.

instead of stating the obvious, she pushed lightly against his knees in an effort to get him to scoot over. when he did, she sunk down against the white marble of the bathtub next to him.

the first few minutes were surrounded in silence, and the music from outside echoed against the walls as she pulled a cigarette out of her pocket.

they sat there, passing it back and forth as they let the nicotine calm the nerves that had been inflamed by the tequila that had been provided prior.

“do you miss how it used to be?” he’d asked suddenly, and he cursed himself internally as he noticed the sadness that painted over her features at his statement.

“sometimes. do you miss it?”

“i miss how effortless everything was. it all just made sense, until suddenly it didn’t.” the atmosphere in the bathroom had shifted entirely, and tension began to build as she flicked the cigarette butt out the window.

“i don’t think anything has really made sense since.” she laughed, but it didn’t quite meet her eyes as she shifted her focus to the tiled floor.

“bokuto hasn’t stopped asking about you for years, and i don’t know how to break it to him that it won’t happen no matter how much he tries.” a part of him died as soon as the words left his mouth, and she tried her best to choke down the tears that were starting to form under her now closed eyelids.

“my sister doesn’t believe it either. i guess a year did more damage than we thought it would.”

“you don’t regret it, do you?” akaashi had tried his best to keep his voice consistent in an attempt to further disguise the conflicting feelings that bubbled against his esophagus.

“i don’t regret a lot of things, keiji. i learned a lot from our time together, i just wish we could’ve salvaged our friendship afterwards.” she shrugged, and he nearly crumbled as he remembered the reason he avoided her like the plague.

maybe it was jealousy, maybe it was fear. but he knew it was something he didn’t want to deal with anymore.

“it’s not too late, right?” he asked hopefully, before quickly backing down. “i mean.. if you don’t want to-“

“akaashi, it’s never too late. you still mean a lot to me and i-“ she was interrupted by an obnoxious ringtone, and akaashi sighed as he answered bokuto’s call. he mouthed a quick ‘i’m sorry’ as he tried to calm bokuto down while scrambling out of the bathtub.

all too quickly, the bathroom was once again swallowed by the silence from before. getting up from the tub, she came to face the mirror as her hands clung to the marble countertop.

“he really loved you.. and now what do you have?” she questioned the tearful soul in the mirror, grasping onto the marble counter as emotions began to overwhelm her senses.

this was not how that night was supposed to go.

instead of wallowing in the bathroom, she took the time to gather herself as the reflection in the mirror stared her down.

“it’s in the past. let it stay in the past.” she stated, dragging her fingers through her dark hair. “you’re going to go out there and forget about akaashi keiji. you’re here for you, not for him.”

with that, she was off. back into the frenzy of bodies and empty beer bottles she went, determined to find kuroo and possibly kill him (after making him get a beer.)

instead, she ended up tripping on the shoes of a certain grey haired volleyball player, and threatened to break his kneecaps for doing so.

or well, that’s what would’ve happened if she didn’t think he was the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

“oh shit,” he said, reaching down to help her up. “sorry, i didn’t see you coming. you kinda looked like you were on a mission or something.”

“oh, i kinda was.” she laughed, and he smiled down at her as soon as she was back on her feet. “i have a certain rooster head to kill, but i can always save some time for you.”

“is that so?”

kuroo tetsurou officially had a new score to keep, and his ‘true crime’ conspiracies were piling with new evidence.

COLLEGE PARTY VICTIM #1

masterlist:

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#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smau #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi smau #akaashi keiji #suna smau

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 4 years

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Stark Spangled Kinks: Got You By The Chain

Summary: It's Steve's Birthday and when Katie gives him a sentimental gift it uncovers a kink he certainly didn't know his girl had.

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT- This entire series is SMUT so NSFW and NO UNDER 18s!!

Pairings: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark.

A/N: So in the SSB this takes place in the last of the 5 years between the Snap and The Final Battle. Jamie will be 2 and Emmy will be 14.

A/N 2- These Characters belong to @what-is-your-backupplan-today, even though I’m writing them as a challenge between us. For a better interpretation of Katie and Steve, please check out what-is-your-plan-today’s series linked below.

Steve Roger’s Main Masterlist

“Did you have a good Birthday?” Katie asked, her legs dangling over Steves on the couch, a hand stroking up and down her calf and his thumb trailing over her ankle before going back to massaging her foot. It was later in the evening, everyone had just left, there were balloons floating around the ceiling of their living room, and Steve was sure a few escaped into the kitchen, which he knew Jamie would love in the morning when they came down for breakfast which would probably consist of the cake he knew was sitting on the kitchen counter, half gone after feeding everyone. Thank God Katie had the sense of mind to make two cakes. They weren't her apple pie, but damn they were jgood.

“I did Sweetheart, it was great seeing everyone. Good to see Natasha, I didn't know if she would make it.” Steve admitted, his thumb now running along the arch of Katies foot deeply, before setting it back down. “Your brother was as always in good spirits.”

Katie grinned and shifted to a sit, settling in next to Steve on her hip, kissing his forearm and laughing. “I'm sorry he insisted on playing that song. But Jamie really loved it.”

He couldn't help but laugh, the corner of his eyes crinkling at the image of his son carrying the damned card Tony had made for him up the stairs that night, singing right along to 'Stark Spangled Man With A Plan' even if the toddler didn't know all the words. “I bet he's got it tucked under his pillow?”

“Not quite. I convinced him to let me tuck it in with his Cap Teddy at the end of the bed. I don't think anyone would appreciate it blasting the middle of the night if he accidentally opened it.” Katie shrugged and Steve could do nothing but nod in agreement. He kissed the top of Katie's head and she stirred a little and grinned at him.

“Well Soldier, since it's just you and I, I have one last gift for you.” she unfolded her legs, and moved to a stand, Steve braced his hands against his knees to get up, a smirk on his face as he had an idea he knew

exactly

where this was going but to his surprise she shook her head and pushed him back into the couch. “Nope, stay right there, I'll be back in a second.”

Steve arched a brow at his wife, but she wasn't willing to give him anything more than that as she disappeared from the room. Settling back in, he let his mind wander back over the events of the day.

Katie had surprised him, waking him up with her straddling his waist and placing kisses up his chest. “Happy Birthday Mr.Rogers, How about a different form of cardio to your run today?” She purred with flashing emerald eyes, teasing him as she arched her ass back, rubbing into his erection. Who was he to say no? Never fucking ever. He watched her ride him until he couldn't take it anymore and flipped them, to have her come undone underneath him in that way only his girl could... yup, that was better than pounding pavement any day.

Then later, going downstairs, he found his daughter had made pancakes. The kitchen was somewhat a disaster, as she stood in the middle with her spatula, a mile high plate of slightly dark pancakes heaping. “Happy Birthday, Dad” She had said with so much enthusiasm, she almost lost the plate. “Oops, sorry."

Steve took it from her and, sliding it onto the kitchen counter, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. “They look so good Baby.” Grabbing one, he rolled it and bit into it. “Ya know what, best pancakes, I've ever had.”

“Really?” Emmy said with a tilt of her head and a narrow of her eyes. “You're just saying that.”

“I'm Captain America and I can't lie.” Steve defended himself as Katie came in the room with a wide-awake Jamie on her hip who grinned at the sight of his Dad and Sister. Plucking the pancake from Steve's hand, she bit into it, nodding. “He's right Em, better than mine, and way better than his.” Handing Jamie off to Steve, along with the half-eaten pancake, she shooed the two boys out of the kitchen. “We will call you when it's ready.”

Jamie ended up eating the rest of that pancake while watching Bob the Builder. Once in a while, the girls could be heard giggling in the kitchen as they finished, and then called them in. Steve toddler walked Jamie into the kitchen to find the pancake stack had lit sparkler candles stuck in the top and there were birthday hats and streamers hung around and 2 large cakes sat on the counter which Steve knew full well hadn't been made that morning, he'd smelt them baking the previous night. They sat Steve down, who swept Jamie up to sit upon his knee, and Emmy hung over his shoulder to help him blow out the candles as Katie snapped a picture of the three of them. Between all of them, they ate their breakfast, Jamie eating the most food out of anyone. Especially the cake.

"He's a bottomless pit," Emmy said in shock as Jamie started asking for more with the softest puppy dog eyes and Katie narrowed a look at Steve, noticing the similarities.

Steve grinned at Emmy's observation."He's a growing boy, plus I'm sure some of the effects of the serum as well are a factor as well."

The day was finished off with a last-minute bbq, Tony arriving with Pepper and Morgan, Jennifer and Brooke arrived and then Natasha came with firm hugs and promises to come by more often and they all sat outside sharing stories of the earlier Avengers Days making sure to talk about those lost in the snap. Although sad, it was important to keep them going in their hearts, even if they had to try and move on. It had been a lovely day but Steve still felt slightly relieved though when after the fireworks had lit up the Manhattan Sky Line which they could see from their large garden that everyone headed off, Tony declining their offer of a room for the evening muttering something about not leaving Gerald the Alpaca alone as the animal hadn't been well. Emmy had asked to go back to Brooke's for a sleepover and after Jennifer had said that of course it was ok if she did, they left with Natasha, the red head offering to drop them home. And then once the house was quiet Jamie went down with little fuss after his bath which was well needed as he had covered himself in liberal lashings of his Momma's homemade frosting.

At that point Katie re-entered the room and Steve’s attention went right back to her, seeing a sleek black box in her hands. Going to him, she slipped into his lap sideways, looking in his eyes, and grinning. “I think you're really going to like this Stevie.” Placing the box in his hand, she bit her lip. It was hard to miss just how excited she was.

“Baby, if it's from you, absolutely.” he smiled, placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder and shifting so his arm went around her waist and he could use both hands to pry open the lid. At first he just noticed the chain, Katie grasping it by the clasp and lifting it up for him to see what was hanging at the end, a shining silver pendant.

Catching in between his fingers, Steve pulled the medal closer, studying it a moment. “Is this....?” Katie nodded enthusiastically and Steve's eyes widened seeing his father's St Christopher’s Pendant again after all these years. He had it locked away in some personal possessions of his from way before Katie and the kids. He had found it in the same box of his stuff that he'd found the emerald ring that now adorned Katie's right ring finger. Like the ring he doubted it was worth any great monetary value but it was the only thing he had of his Father's and he couldn't part with it but yet had nowhere to go with it. So it sat, in the rusty little box he had found it in, on the upper shelf of the master closet, tarnished and rusted.

“I remember you showing it to me when we were going through your stuff for the Smithsonian, telling me it was your father's. It just needed some TLC Steve and I figured you're a father now...” Katie drifted off, waiting for Steve’s reaction. Top teeth worrying her lower lip, for no reason other than excitement.

“I haven't seen this... in more years then I care to admit Sweetheart.” He admitted and he dipped his head to her. Katie had gotten a larger chain, so it could hang well underneath his shirt should he want it tucked away, and easily looped it over his head and watched as it tumbled down to rest partway down his chest, her fingers straightening the saint to rest right in the center, and smiled.

“It looks good Steve, right where it belongs.”

The soldier glanced down on it, thinking back on all the years they had been together, and he had all the protection he needed in the woman curled up on his lap. The sentiment, the value of Katie's gift was not lost on him. “Katie, it's perfect, thank you for this.”

Steve slid a hand along her face, fingers tracing the delicate cheeks and back into her loose hair. He loved how it would sweep around her shoulders, framing her face. Pulling her in closer, he let his lips dance across hers till she parted for him, moaning against his mouth as her hand wrapped into his shirt, tugging at it till he leaned forward, letting her drag it off. While they were parted, he yanked hers off too, and dropped his head, kissing and nuzzling the top of her breasts, Katie's fingers digging into his hair to hold him close. “You're welcome... How about I give you the rest of your gift?” She grinned cheekily and rubbed her core into his groin, making him hiss at the feeling.

“Oh, there's more?” He teased, nipping on her neck and wrapping an arm around to her back to flick her bra open and, well, that too had to come off, flying over the back of the couch without so much as a second glance.

Katie giggled as he went back to her breasts, hands cupping them, squeezing gently while kissing on them, she panted out slightly. “I mean... If you don't want it, we can just go to bed Rogers, I am tired after all.”

She could have sworn he growled a bit while giving her chest a gentle bite, and Katie arched herself into his mouth, hissing at the way the slight pain and pleasure mixed. His arm tightening, Steve lifted them both off the couch only to lay her down on her back, and the super-soldier looked over her, his eyes traveling down her bare torso, before his mouth followed suit, the necklace falling onto her quivering skin. She was rolling herself up into him, his body firm against the softness of hers, and it was hard not to get lost in it all, biting on her lip and tipping her head back to enjoy being in her husband's care. Steve's hands folded into her pants to get them off, fingers jerking underneath the elastic band and yanking them off, a telltale rip, making Katie lift her head up off the couch cushion to see Steve look a bit sheepish with her destroyed panties.

“You know Rogers, if you weren't so brutal with my clothes, I wouldn't have to replace them every month.”

Steve smirked, pressing her ruined panties against his nose and inhaling Katies aroused scent from them before tossing the torn slightly better off shorts but totally destroyed panties to the floor. “They shouldn't make them so flimsy, should they.” he shrugged, pushing his own pants down and kicking them off before moving to a kneel between Katies spread thighs, one of her leg arching up to rest against the back of the couch, the other her toes pressed to the floor, her leg bent, Steves hands rubbed against her inner thighs, looking down at her. All sweet curves that Steve was achingly in love with. Sliding his hands up and around his handfuls of hips, shifting her to where he wanted her.

“If you weren't so brutish Steve, then they wouldn't be tearing.” Katie retorted, looking up at him, and her emerald greens flashed in amusement, watching her husband appreciate her body, and she could feel a flush rising pink up her neck, into her cheeks. Dealing with her image after having Jamie had given her self esteem a blow, but Steve, well he seemed unable to get enough of her, maybe even more so than when they first started dating.

“Can't help it, baby girl, you make me feral.” Steve leaned forward, kissing on Katies' lips, and down her neck, fingers drifting along her curves till they dipped between her spread thighs and slipped along her folds, groaning against her shoulder at just how wet she was. Bracing a hand next to Katie's head, who was starting to wriggle from where expert fingers spread her slick, he arched up to watch her come undone, and a sight it was, the way she arched her chest up, those soft whimpers of his name uttered as her fingers dug into his biceps. “Steeevie”

“Just like that Baby.” Steve encouraged Katie, as his fingers stretched her open, gliding and rubbing against her walls, that clenched with need around his digits. “You know you wanna give it to me Sweetheart.” He drawled in his Brooklyn accent, dropping his head so he could reach her breasts, dragging the cold chain and pendant along heated skin to pool between her breasts, a pull of his teeth on a nipple drew out another cry from Katie.

“Fuck you're so beautiful” Steve groaned as he switched sides, moving his fingers faster once he found that sweet spot, Katie quivering, her whole body rubbing against the hard steel strength of Steve's, panting as she glanced down.

“Stevie, please I gotta.”

His lips were wrapped around the other nipple, sucking and working his teeth around it before a pop sounded as he pulled away, his the muscles in his back and shoulders shifting as he arched up once more watching her with pupil blown eyes. “Let me have it Baby.” And he was rewarded with her spiraling out when that heat in her stomach flooded her. A loud moan came from her, and Steve rubbed at her side, keeping her held down so she wouldn't fall off the couch. “Good Girl...”

Katie stared up at him afterward as he pulled out his fingers, and she wasn't sated, no this just made her hungrier for him, aching in a need that only he's ever been able to soothe. “Fuck Soldier, I.Need.You.” And her hand fell off his biceps, one hand wrapping into the chain on his neck, and tested the strength as she usd it to pull him down to her lips, hungry gasps shared between them as Steve slotted between her thighs, grinding into each other. Kisses flowed into soft bites of skin while Steve arched his hips up enough to slide his cock between her folds, and once he found her entrance, he pressed into her heat, burying into exactly where he wanted to be the most, forehead pressed against her own and breathing mingling as both panted through the initial hit of sensations that coursed through their veins.

“You okay baby?” Steve finally opened his eyes and Katie nodded, tipping up to press her lips against his, tugging on his full bottom lip and nudged her nose against his own.

“Better than okay” She rolled her hips once more to drink against his, the shift in angle making her tighter, and driving Steve crazy to feel her fluttering around him, pulling his hip back and thrusting back into her.

“I can tell Baby.” He grunted and started to move himself, always seeking Katie's warmth, her slick giving him the access to bury himself deep to connect them. Shifting to his elbows on either side of her head, Katie immediately wrapped her leg from around the couch over his hip, rocking her hips to meet him. “Oh, God...” The change in angle hitting her deep and just right, bringing her other leg around his hip to hold on.

Steve fisted a hand in Katie's hair, tipping her head back and dragging a swipe of his tongue up her neck, and kissed in that sweet spot just behind her ear, dragging his name out of her in a chant, right now going slow and deep. But her hands dragged down to his back, nails digging into the bunched muscles he was using to monitor his speed and she grabbed at him, “No Steve... I want you to fuck me.” He moved to look at her and found her green eyes challenging him, and that was all he neede. Shifting his chest across hers and pulling away, he held himself above her, both his hands fisted in her hair to hold her down while his hips snapped, brutal, dragging himself back and forth from her fluttering channel.

It was so quick that Katie screamed out, rolling her eyes up in flutters of her eyelids. It was maddening how thick he was, how full he was inside her and the constant pounding left her trying to keep up with his furious fucking Her entire gaze was filled with nothing but Steve, a wide chest with its spattering of darker golden hair that could drive her crazy to the straining shoulders that gave him the leverage to shift his body in every way to claim her. And then his face, that handsome face she knew from memory, his sharp jaw was tight, those baby blue eyes burning her as his face hovered inches from hers, all his focus on her and only her, it was driving her crazy.

Steve was just as swamped with the sensations. He enjoyed making love to his wife but he also enjoyed the faster, carnal fucking too. There was a darker side to him that enjoyed being able to use his size to claim her how he wanted and give her what she needed. "Fuck..." he growled out as he rutted into her, his chain that had been bunched into the folds of muscle between his neck and chest released, the heavier pendant falling onto Katie's face, bouncing off her cheek and the voracious movements Steve was making just kept it bouncing.

"Fuck, Steve!" Katie tried to move her head but he hit a particularly toe-curling spot deep inside her and her mouth dropped wide in a loud gasp, the pendant and chain falling into her open mouth. She could taste the heated metal and Steve where his hot body had left a sheen of sweat on the pendant itself. Her eyes widened as it was pulled from her mouth and she pouted slightly. Steve looked down in confusion, groaning out. “What's wrong baby?”

What was wrong was she wanted it back, something to hold onto as he pounded into her so with a slight lift of her head, and snapping of teeth, she bit the pendant gently, and his hands tipped her head back, losing any slack in it. To see Katie biting on the masculine silver chain, squealing slightly from a clenched jaw when he angled just fucking right, dragging her nails down to try to pull him in again, well fuck if that wasn't the hottest fucking thing ever. Just as feral and urgent as she made Steve, now she needed anything to keep her from spiraling out of control.

“Fucking hell Doll, that's hot.” Steve just had to say it, and a slight smirk pulled on the corner of her lips and her emerald greens that were already lust blown hooded slightly until he found that spot when he rotated his hips, making her groan and her whole body arch.

And now that Steve had found it, he was relentless, hard, demanding, claiming. Katie could only let him go, tightening her hips and hands scrambling along his back, she never let go of that chain though, ripping her head back into the couch, her mouth full, but Steve still hear her signature cry, a tangle of words falling from a tongue straight up with silver metal chain, her whole body locked around him, pulling herself in as with as much strength as she could until it ended with a loud guttered cry "Steeeevie....fuck..."

Steve dropping himself enough to press his forehead against hers as she cried underneath him. “I got you babygirl.” He hadn't stopped, but slowed his thrusting, helping her ride out her orgasm, but he wasn't that far, it was simmering and he was teetering on that edge that he knew he was going to fall over soon, and there was a slight stutter to his hips as he grained speed again, grinding into her until her clenching body was too much and he spilled into her, jolting to a stop after several erratic thrusts, sinking down over her as Katie pressed her face into his neck, breathing in deeply, even with Steve's body crushing her. She loved the weight, wanting him to stay there, although she knew he wouldn't for too long, he was always too worried about crushing her. Easing her limbs from around Steve, her foot easing down the back of his thigh and calf, humming softly post-orgasm, she reached up to her mouth and slid the chain out, nibbling on Steves neck, who gave a groan.

“I should move, I'm crushing you.” He lifted his head enough to look down at her and Katie clutched against his lower back to keep him from moving.

“No Stevie... not yet please.”

Biting her lip, he kissed her softly and shifted just enough so that while still inside her, they are half twisted to settle on their sides and hips, his chest still pressing against hers. Fingers trailing along the side of her face, he flushed soft brushes of his lips over the scattering of freckles. “So... I think I found another use for this.” He lifted the chain just enough to loosen it from between their pressed together bodies.

Katie wriggled a bit and grinned, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip in an innocent attempt. “It was hitting me in the face.”

“Uh-huh, you reaching up and wrapping your tongue around the chain to bite onto it was far more than hitting you in the face,” Steve said softly, blue eyes smirking at her slightly until she sighed.

“Okay, maybe just a little bit. Like... you best be wearing that again, cause that was hot.”

Steve gave a deep laugh and his arm wrapped around her to roll them, rather ungracefully until Katie was sprawled over his chest and she rolled her hips while he was still inside of her and he gave a grunt as he could feel himself hardening again, his fucking refractory period was almost non existent when it came to this damned woman.

Thank you Doctor Erskine...

“Oh, that's payback for teasing me." she grinned, clearly feeling him inside her. She moved her hips again and smiled at him, "Also, Happy Birthday Steve.”

“Happy birthday to me indeed..." he cupped her face and drew her into a deep kiss, tilting his hips up making her shudder slightly. “Love you, Sweetheart.”

“Love you too Soldier.”

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