#and she didn't lecture him - she expressed disappointment - and I LOVE that he didn't just let her walk out on that note

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.09

A Karen Page appreciation post

[ghostofhyuck]

finding out that their idol! gf overworked. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

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Mark Lee

Mark learned that you've been promoting your comeback with a fever when one of your co-members told him. You're passionate about your job and this comeback is one of your favorite because of the concept, that's why you couldn't bear to miss the promotion. So when your boyfriend show up to your dorm uninvited, you knew that you don't have to hide it from him anymore. He bought you (and your co-members) food! plus medicine and energy drinks for you. He lets you rest and while you rest, you two talked about your situation calmly. Mark understands your sentiments but asks you to promise him that you won't overwork yourself. 

Huang Renjun

Same case with Mark, I feel like you'll hide that you're promoting the comeback with a fever! Not to mention, you've been working nonstop since the start of the year. Comeback, concerts, solo activities, and another comeback. It's bound for your body to shut down. So when Renjun found out through your co-member, I feel like he'll be mad at you! Why didn't you tell him!? So when he visited you, bringing care package like food, and medicine, it'll come with lots of lots of lecture (lovingly) from your boyfriend! He loves you so much but you should look after your health. Renjun also told you that do it not for him, but for your fans. You only nod, thinking that you're lucky that Renjun's there for you. 

Lee Jeno

Jeno would be shocked when he learned that you went on a short hiatus due to health concerns. He didn't notice it because you would convince him that you're fine everytime you two would meet up or talk. Once he learned the reason why behind you went hiatus, Jeno immediately called you. You already accepted that Jeno will be mad at you, but the first thing he asked was, "are you okay?" and that made you cry. You couldn't help but to vent on your boyfriend who silently comforted you. You told him that your health is declining these days and you couldn't properly function anymore. Jeno understands your sentiments and could only assure you that your health should come first. He then tells you that he'll drop by at your place so that he can take care of you personally. <3

Lee Donghyuck

"You've been coughing every minute, are you okay?" Haechan sent the message and then glances at the screen on his laptop. You're having a random live with a fellow member at the moment. She's building a lego set and wanted you to join, so despite having a cough and fever, you helped her. But it was quick to notice how you glance at your phone from time to time because of your boyfriend's messages. Haechan can see how your forehead creased when you read his message so he sent another one, "don't be angry, im supposed to be angry! why didn't you told me you were sick!?" once the live ended. You have to face an angry Haechan who nagged you for hours because you hid your sickness from him. In the end, you apologized to him because you knew he's just concerned for you. 

Na Jaemin

You thought that it wouldn't be obvious but when you saw how Jaemin's face went from smiling to a concerned look, you knew that you were bad at hiding. "You look pale," he pointed out. "Pale? what do you mean, I'm always pale," you lied, laughing awkwardly. But Jaemin crossed his arms and then stared at you with a serious expression. That's why you have no choice but to tell your boyfriend that you actually came back from the hospital because you have to take a medicines for your health. Once Jaemin learned this he'll be disappointed that you hid your sickness from him. "You got me worried you know that? Tell me next time so that I can accompany," he said to you. "Babe, if you accompany me, they'll know that we're dating." "I don't care about that, I care about your health." 

Zhong Chenle

You're promoting at the same with NCT Dream, and during your promotions, you accidentally injured your legs. You tried to brush it off thinking that it's just a mild sprain, but after your pre-recording stage, you couldn't help but feel that the pain is striking on your whole legs already. So when you got off the stage, you were limping until you reached the backstage where Chenle is coincidentally at the hallway. He'll be surprised to see you, but then helps you have seat first. He'll ask if you're okay and you tried to brush it off, that's when your boyfriend became angry, "what do you mean it's nothing!? you're limping! stop forcing yourself or it'll get worse," his tone was a bit harsh but you know that he's just worried about you, and you couldn't help but to hug him to seek comfort. Chenle, even though he's still mad, hugs you back. 

Park Jisung

It was late when you realized that you made a mistake of giving your fans an update through bubble message because Jisung also suscribes to your bubble! So when he called you a few minutes after you sent those message, you just realized what you have done. "What do you mean you're sick?" he asked with a concerned tone. You told him that it's just a fever and you were advised to take a few weeks to rest, "a few week rests for a fever doesn't sound good to me." his tone became more serious, that's why you immediately apologize to him because you knew that Jisung's always there to remind you about your health and well-being! So learning that you're sick means that you just ignore his words. "Take care of yourself okay? I can't be there because I'm out the country but please, please take care of yourself okay?" you only smile as you said okay to him. 

[ilyprs]

P I S T A N T H R O P H O B I A | s.geum

───𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛───

pistanthrophobia : the fear of trusting people, forming close romantic relationships, and being vulnerable in interpersonal connections

' in which she can't escape her first love

•seong-je x reader

•part 8. (other parts are out on my profile !!

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It had grown dark, and Park Hu-min, Go Hyun-tak, and Lee Serim were all sitting in her dimly lit living room. Each of them had an empty instant ramen cup in front of them, long since eaten. Gotak, sitting on the couch, stared ahead with an unreadable expression on his face. Baku, on the other hand, sat on the opposite couch, directly across from Serim, who was sitting on the floor, and looked at her with disappointment in his eyes.

As much as the girl wanted to, she couldn't escape the situation or the lecture her friends had just given her. To be honest, she really had deserved it — but it still hurt to hear those disappointed words come out of their mouths. Her friends had always been honest with her, something she was usually thankful for — but in this moment, it was the last thing she needed. Lee Serim knew she needed to hear what they were saying, but that didn't mean she wanted to.

The boys had been shocked when Serim confessed everything. They'd asked her over and over, in disbelief, why she never asked for their help — but the girl couldn't answer. In some strange way, she had craved Seong-je's attention. In some twisted way, she had even enjoyed being chased by him, even though it sounded wrong no matter how she tried to word it or express it. Her thoughts were a mess and so was she.

„And what exactly were you hoping to get out of all this?" Baku asked seriously, staring at her. It had been a long time since she'd seen him this upset, and it scared her. The gravity of the situation could no longer be ignored, and the tension in the room was almost unbearable. The girl took a deep breath, brushed her hair behind her ear, and replied in a calm voice:

„Want the honest answer? I have no fucking idea. I don't know what I was thinking. I was stupid and naïve to let myself get pulled back in, even indirectly — and I know that. But I can't tell you why I did it." It was the truth. She really didn't know why she did the things she did.

Serim's voice grew quieter with each word, and Gotak sighed in frustration before placing a protective hand on her shoulder. The girl looked up at him with glassy eyes, and when she saw the encouragement in his gaze, and the small smile he offered her, she felt herself calm down a little. The situation made her feel uneasy — like she was being interrogated by the police. She knew her friends, especially Baku, didn't mean any harm. They just genuinely wanted to understand what had gone through her head in that moment. But she didn't know herself. If she had known, maybe she never would have ended up in such a messed-up situation.

Gotak had stayed quiet for most of the conversation, listening from the background — something that wasn't unusual. But whenever things got too heated between Hu-min and Serim, he always stepped in. Things had calmed down a little now. Baku exhaled again, clearly frustrated, running a hand over his face and muttering a quiet, „Fuck."

Serim's heart sank. She felt like she had betrayed her closest friends in some way — and it was eating her up inside.

„It's getting late. We should head out," Baku finally said, mostly to himself, then stood up. Gotak followed suit, and Serim looked up at the two in surprise before standing as well and walking them to the door to say goodbye. With a heavy heart and a thousand guilt-ridden thoughts swirling inside her, she watched her closest friends put on their jackets and open the front door.

At that moment, Serim regretted everything she had done. It would never, ever be worth it to give up something so good and pure — her friendship with these boys — for something as toxic and unhealthy as her relationship with Seong-je. She had been foolish, and now she had to live with the consequences.

Her eyes welled up again, expecting her friends to leave without another word — expecting silence from them in the days to come. But Baku quickly pushed those thoughts aside.

„Just so you know," he said quietly, „we're not mad at you. We're just disappointed. It's not your fault that fucker is stalking you and pressuring you. Whether you like it or not, you two share an intimate past — and that's not something you can forget overnight. Just... from now on, try to let your head guide you. Not your heart. We'll see you tomorrow at school."

He spoke softly, and just as the two were about to leave, a tearful Serim stopped them. She ran after them and hugged the taller boy from behind, wrapping her arms around his middle and resting her head against his back. She sobbed quietly, and Gotak gently joined the hug, stroking her head in comfort.

Lee Serim knew she would never be able to thank her friends enough.

—

„I get what you're saying. Fine. Let's ignore each other."

Serim, who was standing outside the basketball clubroom, raised her eyebrows in confusion and put her AirPod back into its case. The group always met here, but it sounded like there were others inside too, which made her pause and listen. She could make out Baku's voice, which meant Gotak was probably in there as well. But who were they talking to? She couldn't tell.

With a shrug, she was just about to enter the room when suddenly the door swung open from the inside and Sieun came out. Serim looked at him, and he also paused briefly when he saw her before dropping his gaze back to the ground and brushing past her.

As he passed, he bumped into her, causing the girl's backpack to slip off her shoulder.

„Hey!" she yelled after the new student. Seriously, what had she done to deserve his attitude? Serim didn't know what they were talking about in there, but she certainly wasn't a part the problem that was going on. She had nothing against his quiet, reserved personality—but this was too much. She had done nothing but be nice to him, and this was how he repaid her? People like that always drove Serim crazy.

„Sorry." That was all he mumbled before turning around again and heading back toward the school building. What the hell was his problem? Serim cursed under her breath as she watched him walk away, confused. Now annoyed, she slung her backpack back over her shoulder and stepped into the clubroom.

Inside were her friends—and Jun-tae, who honestly kind of counted as one of them now too. The three looked at her curiously. They probably expected Sieun to come back.

„What was that about?" the girl asked the group that stared at her, looking a bit lost. She plopped down on the couch next to Baku and stretched her legs out, propping them on the table.

„W-We don't really know..." Jun-tae mumbled, avoiding her gaze. Serim had to smile a little at the sight of him and gave him a gentle nod. Gotak, standing beside him, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and smiled too. Jun-tae and his gentle nature were just too sweet.

Before Gotak could say anything more, Jun-tae quickly excused himself and rushed out of the room—probably to go talk to Sieun. The three of them just watched after him but didn't say anything.

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The school day had finally come to an end, and the four teenagers were on their way home. Gotak, Jun-tae, and Serim walked together, chatting about nonsense, while Hu-min walked in front of them, deep in thought. It was unusual for him to be so quiet, but Serim didn't want to pry. If Park Hu-min had a problem, he would speak up when the time was right. He had always been like that, and Serim didn't want to push—especially not after what had happened at the museum.

Maybe she was the reason he seemed so distant? Maybe he still hadn't come to terms with what she had done?

While she ran through all the possible explanations in her mind, she kept watching him—until he suddenly turned around. The usual sparkle in his eyes was gone, and he looked tense. The three teens behind him stopped in their tracks.

„I'll go ahead. See you tomorrow."

Okay, something was definitely wrong. He would never just leave his friends like that without a word—especially not after what had happened with Seong-je.

Serim opened her mouth to say something, but Gotak beat her to it.

„Damn, man. Tell me you're not meeting Baek-jin."

Wait, what? What did Baek-jin have to do with this?

Confused, Serim looked from Gotak to Baku then to Jun-tae and back again. She had spent the whole day lost in her own thoughts and clearly missed a lot. What was Baku up to? Was he in trouble?

Serim had been so caught up in her own problems that she hadn't really paid attention to her friends'. The realization made her feel a bit ashamed, and she went quiet. Maybe she really didn't deserve them.

„Nothing like that, man. Take care. See you later."

That was all he said, but it didn't sound convincing at all. Where was he really going? And was Baku involved in something shady?

Serim's thoughts spiraled again, and when Gotak called after him, Baku just replied that he had a date. That didn't help either. He was lying—if he really had a date, Serim would've been the first to know. Something was seriously off, and Serim could feel it in her gut.

Gotak just sighed in frustration. He clearly didn't buy it either, but he kept walking, followed by Jun-tae and Serim.

She had to do something—and fast. The thought that her friends were in danger scared her shitless. She had a terrible feeling Seong-je was somehow involved, and she needed to do everything in her power to stop whatever dangerous plan was about to unfold.

Determined and in a rush, she said goodbye to her friends at the next intersection, using the excuse that she had to help her dad at the gym. Then, with sweaty palms and quick steps, she made her way to the internet café—where her biggest problem was probably waiting for her.

—

Arriving at the internet café, she moved quickly and skillfully through the crowd of students gathered there, her eyes frantically searching for a familiar face. She walked down every row, examining each face closely. By the time she reached the third row and still hadn't found him, she was growing impatient. The feeling that something was seriously wrong had only gotten stronger.

Serim had to act fast—him not being at the café couldn't mean anything good. Her palms were getting sweatier, her eyes darting around more wildly with every minute that passed. After ten minutes and still no sign of him, panic was starting to settle in.

Annoyed, she ran a hand through her hair and was just about to leave the café when a hand suddenly grabbed her arm. Startled, she spun around and found herself face to face with a student. She stared at the stranger in confusion—until her eyes dropped to his school uniform.

Fuck.

He was one of Seong-je's many minions.

He just looked at her silently and whispered something to another boy who had now joined him. Quickly, she pulled her arm back and gave them one last glance before hurrying out of the café. She had to find her friends as fast as possible before something happened. By now, she was almost certain they were in trouble, and Serim felt like she was losing her mind.

She quickly reached into her jacket pocket for her phone and opened the location app to try and find Gotak. After the incident with Seong-je, the group had started sharing locations with each other—Gotak's idea. At the time, she'd been against it, but now she could've kissed him for suggesting it. That idea might just save them.

Without thinking twice, the girl started running, hoping she wasn't already too late. She didn't even notice the looks she got from people she nearly knocked over as she pushed through the streets. Right now, her friends were her one and only priority.

⸻

The app had led her to a rooftop, and before she even stepped onto it, a thousand thoughts were racing through her mind. She had no idea what was waiting for her up there. Maybe she was just being paranoid. Maybe Gotak was just hanging out with the others?

Maybe all those strange vibes she'd been feeling had just been in her head. Maybe everything was fine?

But before she could think any further, she flung the door open—and what she saw made her heart stop. Her mouth went dry, and for a moment, she could've sworn she forgot how to breathe.

Gotak and Jun-tae were slumped against a fence, badly injured, and Serim inhaled sharply as her eyes continued to scan the scene. A few of Seong-je's minions were standing around them, and Sieun was facing Seong-je, a pen clenched tightly in his hand.

There had clearly been a fight—and the winner was obvious.

„What the fuck?!"

It was the only thing she could get out before every single person turned to look at her.

What the hell had she just walked into?

How had it come to this?

Seeing her friends on the ground, hurt and helpless, shattered her heart—and in the same breath, made her furious.

„What are you doing here?"

The deep voice of Seong-je cut through her thoughts, and her heart stopped again.

His tone wasn't teasing or playful like it usually was.

It was cold. Full of rage.

And that scared the hell out of her.

a/n: sorry for this filler chapter i promise the next one is going to be better !!🩷

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[magniloquent-raven]

I'm getting distracted from my current projects by someone else's post again someone tell me to stop going on tumblr while I have WIPs lmfao

@rosetterer this isn't EXACTLY what you posted about but it does get there in the end

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Twenty-four hours has never seemed like such an insurmountably long time.

Buck's had long shifts before, the boring ones when he'd stare at the alarms on the wall, willing them to go off—he can picture Maddie's disappointed scowl if she ever found out about that, but he swears he was only hoping for something small and harmless to break up the monotony—and the busy ones. Ones that leave his ears ringing with phantom sirens by the end. Those days only ever seem long in retrospect, when he's bone-tired and trying to remember all the names he asked for.

But now every shift seems to find new and shittier ways to be gruelling. Eddie's miserable and trying to act like he isn't. There's this weird, uncomfortable tension brewing between Hen and Chim. Ravi got himself transferred to B shift—probably to get away from Gerrard, and Buck can't exactly blame him, but he sort of does anyway and their new probie is terrible, and... then there's Gerrard.

Like, Buck already knew he was a piece of work, but. Knowing and experiencing are two very different things. He could barely stand keeping his mouth shut at the medal ceremony when he met the man for five seconds, and now he has to put up with him making smug, belittling comments towards all his friends, all the time. Constantly needing to remind himself he doesn't want to get fired is actually killing him.

It doesn't help that every so often he'll remember Tommy's offhand Captain Gerrard was like having the dad I already had, with a pang as he wonders what exactly Tommy grew up with. What parts of Gerrard's condescending tyranny were familiar to him. Phillip Buckley may not have been father of the year, but maybe never being looked directly at was better than being raised neck deep in toxic waste.

Every time he remembers he gets the urge to pull out his phone and call Tommy up just to... he doesn't even know. Just to hear his voice, maybe. Know if he's doing okay.

Another reason work days seem so long now, if he's being honest. He's always counting down the hours until he can see Tommy again. Like a kid on the last day of school, watching the clock tick closer and closer to summer vacation.

So, of course, right near the end of a particularly busy shift, Gerrard gets them all lined up for a lecture about how sloppy that last save was. Everyone did something wrong, and everyone needs to hear about all the ways they could have gotten someone killed, like they don't all know how risky the job is already.

By the time he's finished telling Chim it's a miracle he managed to convince anyone to let him out on calls, Buck is clenching his jaw hard enough to make his teeth ache.

"I'm sure Captain Soft-Touch loved telling you all it was okay to be mediocre, and that you were trying your best," Gerrard sneers at them all, waving a dismissive hand at very idea of Bobby's captaincy. "But the coddling ended when he retired. Sparing your feelings is going to get people killed. Diaz!" He shouts, abrupt, turning on his heel towards Eddie. Eddie doesn't flinch, but Buck does.

"Yes, sir?" He's coolly polite, and his face is carefully blank, but his posture is tense.

"If I ever catch you checking your phone at a scene again, I'll make sure you're mopping floors for the rest of your life."

Eddie's expression hardens. It was a fender-bender and Eddie didn't even touch his phone until everyone was accounted for and packed into the ambulance. "It was a text from my son. Sir." His tone veers a little to the left of polite.

"I don't care if it was from the goddamn Pope, when you're in the field your focus stays on scene. Next time your brat needs something tell him to go cry to his mother about it."

This time when Buck flinches, everyone else in line does too. Hen bites down on a grimace. Chim hisses quietly through his teeth.

"I can't do that," Eddie says flatly. "What with her being dead and all."

The firehouse is silent for a long, horrible moment. That might've taken the wind out of any decent person's sails, Buck thinks. At the very least most people would've retreated into awkwardness and ended the lecture entirely.

Gerrard's brow pinches angrily. "Don't get smart with me, Diaz."

Buck's not sure it's possible to hate someone more than he hates their new captain right now.

"I don't care about your little sob story excuses, I care that you're sloppy and distracted. If you can't handle the job and the kid, drop one of them."

Oh, he was wrong.

He hates this man so much he's choking on it, it's clogging his throat like bile and he's running out of strength to care that he shouldn't spit it out, spew it everywhere and ruin everything just for the chance of hurting this man in the process. He feels like his skin is bursting at the seams.

Eddie's biting the inside of his cheek, rage and sorrow warring silently on his face.

And Buck breaks. Bursts. "Hey, Captain, that's—"

"Can it, Buckley," Gerrard cuts him off before he can even start. It's not angry, it's not anything, he brushes Buck off like he's an annoying fly buzzing in his ear, barely worth glancing at for the two seconds it takes to tell him he doesn't care. "You're all dismissed. Get out of my sight."

Some of them flee, scurrying to their lockers, the kitchen, anywhere but here. A couple of people throw backwards glances before they walk away. Hen and Chim exchange grim looks. Eddie disappears out the back door in an angry haze. And Buck...

Buck feels. Empty. Small. Like he cut himself open trying to relieve the pressure and now there's just nothing left. No one to patch up the wound, and no reason for any of it, he didn't make an impact, he didn't help anyone, he stood there listening to his friends get degraded, and now—now he's feeling sorry for himself?

It's stupid. He's stupid. He feels like shit because, what, because he didn't get yelled at? Because his piece of shit captain took a break from implying he's a disgusting pervert?

He thinks himself in circles about it his whole way home, the pit in his stomach getting a little deeper every time he tries to will it away.

He's wallowed himself halfway through a six-pack, staring sightlessly at his TV, by the time his front door opens.

"Evan?"

One of the knots in his chest loosens. "Yeah," he calls out, not bothering to sound less pathetic than he is. "In here."

"Hey." Tommy's stopped next to the stairs, eyeing him. His gaze is assessing, but his tone is soft. He's always so careful with Buck. "Bad day?"

Buck takes another sip of his beer. Shrugs.

"Ah, one of those."

The couch cushions dip as Tommy takes a seat next to him. He's close enough that Buck doesn't have to look at him to know he's there. There's warmth radiating off him. The woodsy scent of his aftershave. Buck presses their knees together, and exhales properly for the first time in hours.

He knows he could talk about whatever he wants and Tommy would let him. He's waiting for Buck to take the lead here. Buck could avoid the issue entirely and decide to talk about anything. The fact that he can't really tell the difference between the fancy beer Tommy insists is better than the crap Buck's drinking right now. The documentary about bees he's pretending to watch. The goddamn weather.

What comes out of his mouth is a quiet, "I feel like an idiot."

Tommy pulls the beer bottle out of Buck's loose grip, puts it down next to the couch, and then takes Buck's hand in both of his. "Why?"

Buck scrubs at his eyes. "I..." He catalogues the tiny scars on Tommy's knuckles. Two, three, little dots on his index finger. A lopsided vee on his thumb. "Something happened at work."

"Did Gerrard say something to you?" There's an edge to Tommy's question, something sharp and flinty. It makes Buck's heart do dumb little somersaults.

"No." He stops, shame burning his cheeks. "Not. Not to me. That's... He was lecturing everybody, and I..."

"Evan." Tommy grips his chin, firmly, gently, guiding Buck's face until he looks him in the eye. There's a sympathetic twist to his mouth. "Tell me."

He does. As best he can when it feels like what's didn't happen is more important, and he can barely put into words why that is. But trying helps, a little. Trying to whittle it down into an explanation forces him to look at the whole of it, and realize it's not looming over him anymore.

Maybe it's just Tommy's hands on him, soothing the hurt away.

"I dunno. Feels like I could have done something differently, maybe"

Tommy hums, tilting his head in acknowledgement. "You could've."

Buck winces.

"But it wouldn't have turned out any better."

Oh.

A flower blooms on the TV, purple and white petals reaching for the sun. Buck toys with Tommy's fingers, and shifts his leg closer, hooking their ankles together.

"It felt so shitty," he mutters.

"I know."

He would, wouldn't he. Buck gets that pang in his chest again, and he pushes the rest of the way into Tommy's space. Tommy wraps his arms around him, and drops a kiss into his curls, seemingly content to let Buck situate himself however he wants.

He kind of wishes Tommy wasn't still wearing jeans, but asking him to take his pants off might send the wrong message.

"You don't think I'm, like...a bad friend, right?" He cringes his way through the question.

"No." Tommy responds matter-of-factly and without hesitation. Then the corner of his mouth twitches. "I think you're a very good boy."

Buck's entire head feels like it's on fire. A grin starts to creep across his face. It might be the first time he's smiled all day. "Oh, yeah?"

"Mhm."

Maybe he should ask Tommy to take his jeans off after all.

[makeitmingi]

And They Called It Puppy Love

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Girlfriend!Reader, Boyfriend!Yunho

Summary: Despite your worries and concerns about your relationship, your golden retriever boyfriend Yunho never lets you stray too far. He's always right behind you, making sure he's always there for you with whatever you need. No, it's not just puppy love.

Word count: 4.2K

[A/N: Reader is a little insecure in this...]

The moment you class ended and you stepped out of the lecture hall, your phone rang. You looked down at the screen to see the caller ID, a small smile making its way to your face.

'Yuyu 🐾'

"How coincidental is it that you're calling just as I am stepping out of my lecture hall?" You laughed as you pressed the phone to your ear. Not wanting to have the conversation with other people around, you found a more quiet place to talk.

"Not a coincidence at all when I know your class schedule. How has your morning been? Sorry I didn't get to send you to uni today, I had to rush in for an early meeting at the office."

You could practically hear the disappointed pout in his voice but were touched by his intentions.

"No need to apologise, Yuyu. I wouldn't want you to be late because of me. Morning has been okay. How about you?" You asked.

"Same old same old. I can't wait to see you later today, tiny."

"Me too. It's been a long week and it would be nice to just relax with you." You sighed happily just at the thought. Even though you didn't live with Yunho, you did stay over at his place every Friday.

"Mmm, I'll leave you to go have your lunch. Make sure you eat a lot, tiny. Studying is important but eating and taking care of your health is more important!"

"I will, Yuyu. Have a nice day. I'll see you later." You giggled. Yunho was someone that took food and eating very seriously. He loved food and was a huge foodie. You remember being shocked by the amount of food he could eat. But being a foodie boyfriend also meant that he always made sure you were fed.

"Yes, you will. I love you, tiny."

"I love you too." You hummed and hung up. After that, you went to find your friends at one of the cafeterias on campus. You greeted them as you sat down.

"I guess I saw it coming. He started acting different and stuff." One of your friends lamented. She had just gone through a break up, ending a short but seemingly sweet relationship of 6 months.

"He probably just had puppy love." Another one pointed out.

"Puppy love?" You tilted your head.

"Mhmm. You know like just those crushes you used to get as a kid. They do everything to make you happy and impress you then once the puppy love dies, so does your relationship." She explained.

"That's probably why your relationship only lasted for 6 months." One added, making your other friends nod in agreement.

"Oh... I get it." You nodded your head, eating a bite of your food. That was when all the heads at the table turned to you. You blinked in confusion.

"(y/n), you've been in a relationship with Yunho for 8 months... Does he still act the same way as he did when you first started dating?" They asked. You thought about it for a while, thinking back to the moment when you and Yunho started dating.

"He's not as shy as he used to be? Other than that, he's still the same Jeong Yunho. He hasn't changed much in the last 8 months that we've been together." You shrugged.

"Ah, it's different with him. He's one of those golden retriever boyfriends. They're active with everyone they meet." One scoffed.

"Literal puppy love?" One teased.

"He chased you for a while, (y/n). There's nothing to worry about." One of them must have noticed the grim expression on your face and squeezed your shoulder.

Despite her comforting words of encouragement, you stared at your wallpaper of you and Yunho, slight worry settling in your heart. What if Yunho's puppy love for you just died down one day?

"We're kidding, (y/n). Really." The one who started this assured.

"Look at you and Yunho. You're couple goals, you both set the standard so high." They tried convincing you.

You wanted to correct them. You didn't set the bar high, Yunho did. They knew the lengths that Yunho went to, to do things that made you happy. Now that you think about it, you didn't do much for him. The excuse was that Yunho didn't let you do much because he was always one step ahead of you.

The only thing you did was cook for him because he wasn't very good at cooking.

"My love language is food!"

That was one of the first things Yunho told you, he loved it when you cooked for him. Other than that, Yunho mainly did a lot of things for you. He never really let you or liked you doing things for him.

Throughout the rest of the day, you tried to push aside that unnerving feeling that settled in your stomach and distract yourself with your classes.

'I got pork cutlet for lunch! San brought us to a new place. We'll come here next time! - Yuyu 🐾'

*Yuyu 🐾 sent 1 photo attachment*

Every time your phone lit up and you saw Yunho's smiling face or a message from him, it just reminded you of it again. You knew you were just overthinking now. With a sigh, you put your phone into your bag and focused on your notes.

"Hmm..." Yunho frowned with a tilt of his head as he stared intently a this phone screen.

"What's wrong, Yunho?" San, who was sitting across him and noticed the look on his face, asked. Yeosang, who was focused on his food also looked up.

"She read my text but didn't reply again..." Yunho said, looking at the 5th message that you left him on read.

"Maybe she's busy, hyung. She is in class after all." Jongho pointed out with his chopstick.

"No... If she's busy and can't reply, she will just not open the message. She only reads it if she knows she can reply." Yunho explained, he knew you and your habits well enough.

"Well, did she seem different when you called her earlier? Or was she acting weird, out of the ordinary?" Seonghwa asked. Yunho didn't answer, thinking about the phone call conversation that he had with you. The conversation wasn't long but you didn't sound upset or different to him.

"No. She was fine. We even talked about our plans for tonight and she seemed excited." Yunho blinked.

"Is that important?" He followed up with a question.

"You know the whole thing with relationships passing the 'honeymoon phase'... When the initial puppy love goes away, relationship dynamics change." Wooyoung shrugged.

"Yah, Wooyoung ah. Don't put such thoughts in his head. I'm sure that's not happening, Yunho." Hongjoong scolded Wooyoung and assured Yunho.

"No... It's okay. My relationship with (y/n) is definitely still going strong. We love each other a lot." Yunho said confidently.

"I can atest to that. All the phone calls and texting between the two of them... yuck." Jongho cringed.

"It's called love, Jongho. When you fall in love, you'll be the same too." San slung his arm around the younger's neck. Jongho gave the older a flat look, jabbing his side until San let go of him.

"I'm sure (y/n) still loves you and appreciates everything you do for her." Mingi patted Yunho's shoulder. They did think that Yunho was always doing too much but at the same time, that was how Yunho showed you he loved you, through acts of service.

"Maybe I'll get her some flowers later when I pick her up from university, to cheer her up if she's upset." Yunho decided.

"Or maybe she's not upset and just busy with university classes." Yeosang said with a shrug.

"Whether she is upset or not, I can still buy her flowers. I don't need a reason to buy my girlfriend flowers." Yunho said, already making a mental note to drop by the florist later.

"You're such a good boyfriend, Yuyu ah." Wooyoung leaned his head on his hand with a sweet smile, making Yunho blush.

"Only (y/n) calls him yuyu now." Mingi nudged the smaller male.

"Why? It's cute, I like it." Wooyoung protested.

"Exactly because (y/n) is cute when calling him that, that's why he only lets her call him that. And she lets him call her 'tiny' in return." Hongjoong reasoned.

"Ah, stop." Yunho covered his cheeks with a shake of his head, having enough of his friends teasing him. 'Yuyu' and 'tiny' are exclusive nicknames that you and Yunho have for each other. It sounded normal when you two used them but hearing others say it made Yunho feel shy.

"Okay, let's stop teasing Yunho. We need to finish up our food and get back to work." Seonghwa said. Yunho let out a sigh of relief, grateful to Seonghwa for stepping in.

But the thought lingered in Yunho's head, was he overbearing and driving you away? Were you starting to lose feelings for him?

Finally, university was done for the day and the week. You let out a tired sigh as you walked towards the campus exit. It was time to enjoy the weekend.

"Tiny!" Yunho jogged over to you before you could reach the exit. You couldn't help but smile as you saw his face.

"Yuyu." You greeted him back as he hugged you tightly, leaning over your small frame. You giggled and wrapped your arms around him.

"You've worked hard. Good job." He patted your back.

"Thank you. You too." You replied. When he pulled away, he held out a bouquet of flowers to you. People passing by stared at the two of you, thinking Yunho was handsome and sweet for giving you flowers. You softened, not expecting flowers from him.

"What's this for? I didn't forget a special day, did I?" You asked with a giggle as you received the bouquet. There was a card but you decided to read that later.

"I just felt like buying you flowers." He smiled, stroking your cheek.

"Well, they're lovely. It's a nice surprise. Thank you, Yuyu." You tiptoed to kiss his cheek. He blushed but the bright smile never left his face.

"Let's go." He held your hand. The two of you walked to where Yunho's car was parked. He opened the door for you to slide into the passenger seat.

"I'll put your bag in the back." He offered.

"Thanks. I'll hold onto these." You grinned, holding the bouquet in your lap. Yunho chuckled but nodded, putting your binder and bag into the backseat before running to the driver's side.

"Oh yeah, I got you this too. But I think the ice has melted." He scratched his head in embarrassment as he pointed to the cups in the cup holder. It was your favourite mixed fruit soda from a cafe you and Yunho frequent. They were the only one that had your favourite fruit combination.

"You drove all the way to get it?"

"I thought you might like it. I know you've been having a tiring week." Yunho turned to you.

"Thank you, Yuyu. Really. But seeing you and being with you is more than enough to make me feel better." You smiled up at him. Yunho cupped your cheek and gave you a sweet kiss.

"So where are we going now?" You asked.

"Would you like to order in or cook? If we're cooking, we can go get ingredients. My fridge is empty." Yunho informed.

"Let's cook then." You said. Yunho began driving. He had this habit, one hand would be on the wheel and the other hand would be on you either holding your hand or on your thigh.

It was nothing suggestive, purely innocent. Yunho just wanted to always be in contact with you.

"What would you like to eat tonight?" You asked as Yunho pulled into the parking space of the grocery store. He tapped his chin, thinking about his food craving. Yunho liked a lot of foods but he tried to think of easy food so you wouldn't be too tired after cooking.

"What about kimchi fried rice?" He suggested. Your face fell at the simple suggestion. Yunho always liked you cooking different dishes for him. Why was he suggesting a dish even he could make?

"I can cook something else..." You mumbled.

"Sure. Why don't you decide, tiny? I'll eat anything you cook." He kissed the back of your hand.

"Alright." You walked with him, thinking about dishes. Yunho excitedly ran to get a cart from the side. You were about to start walking in first when he called out to you.

"Wait for me, tiny!" He caught up, laughing. He grasped your hand and you smiled softly, walking beside him.

You decided to cook some of Yunho's favourite dishes, crispy pork belly, fresh kimchi (geotjori), garlic rice and marinated strawberries for dessert.

"From the ingredients, I'm excited to see what you cook." Yunho smiled, helping you reach over the counter to receive the meat from the butcher. If he got the hint or realised that you were just cooking his favourites, he never gave it away. You continued pushing the cart while Yunho momentarily stepped away.

"I need my essentials. Plus, we need movie snacks, right?" He dropped the ramen packs and snacks into the cart. You laughed as you looked what he got.

"You forgot your turtle chips." You pointed out.

"Oh, right! Thanks, tiny." He ran back to the chip aisle. You went to the fresh fruit section to grab whatever else you needed.

"Strawberries?!" His eyes lit up at the sight of you putting the punnets into the cart.

"I'll make the marinated strawberries you like." You smiled.

"Then we need ice cream! Be right back!" And he ran off just like that, making you laugh. Yunho always got so excited when food was the topic of discussion.

"Let me do it." He helped you load the items onto the conveyor belt for the cashier. Even after everything was bagged up, Yunho did most of the heavy lifting. He only let you carry the eggs.

When you arrived at Yunho's home, he immediately ran to get you your home slippers. He even slid them onto your feet for you.

"Thanks, Yuyu." You shuffled to his kitchen and put the groceries away. You've been over so many times that you just knew where everything was. Yunho's house wasn't big but it was comfortable for the two of you.

"Let me clean up a little. Be right back." He grabbed a trash bag and went to his study where he usually worked and gamed. You started on dinner since the pork needed a while to bake.

"Tiny, you forgot your apron." Yunho smiled softly, grabbing the apron off the hook.

"Arms up." He said as he carefully slipped the fabric over your head and reached around you to tie is securely. But he didn't let go, letting his arms stay around your waist.

"What's wrong?" You tilted your head as you looked up at him.

"Nothing. I just like looking at you... Can I kiss you?" He asked. You burst out laughing.

"You don't have to ask." You scoffed. Yunho grinned and leaned down to give you a kiss. He didn't pull away entirely, moving just so he could lean down to bury his face into the crook of your neck. You laughed as his hair tickled your skin. His arms tightened around your waist slightly.

"Yuyu, you have to let me go if you want dinner." You chuckled.

"I'd rather starve then." He protested.

"Why don't you help me?" You offered. At the thought of helping you, Yunho nodded excitedly. Suddenly, he ran back into his study and came back out with an item.

"I've been waiting for this. I finally get to use the new apron I bought. See?" He unwrapped it to show you proudly.

"It's very nice, Yuyu."

"Isn't it?! I bought it to match you." He beamed, slipping it over his head. But before he could tie it, you stepped forward to tie it for him, just like he always does with you.

"Tell me what to do chef!" He saluted. Although Yunho wasn't the best cook, he tried his best. And just being with him made everything feel fun. It wasn't tiring or lonely, it felt like time stood still and it was just you and him existing together in your own world.

"Hmmm..." Yunho watched you tasted the strawberries and the marinade that they were going to sit in. He didn't even know that he was staring at you with a smile on his face.

"Wae?" You blinked when you noticed him staring at you. He shook his head with a hum.

"Want a taste?" You held out a strawberry piece on a spoon. Yunho gladly leaned in to take a bite with you cupping your hand at the bottom to catch any drips.

"How is it?" You looked at him expectantly.

"Amazing." Yunho gave a thumbs up. Everything you made, Yunho thought was amazing.

"They'll taste better after they sit for a while. Could you wrap the bowl up for me, please?" You requested. He took the bowl and covered it with plastic wrap to put into his fridge.

Yunho loved these moments with you, just you and him in your own space. The little noises you made or random humming as you moved about, the way you would scrunch your nose when you were disatisfied with the taste, the way your lips would curl to the side when you were thinking.

"Careful, Yuyu." You cautioned as you took the sizzling pork out. And placed it on a trivet.

"You be careful, tiny. That oil is scary." Yunho said back to you but kind of dodged at the end of the counter, the splattering oil freaking him out a little.

"Do you want to help me cut it?" You asked, taking out the tongs and the knife.

"But I don't want to do it wrong." Yunho pouted.

"There's no wrong way, Yunho. Don't worry, we're the only ones eating it anyway." You chuckled. Yunho took the knife and tongs from you but you stood beside him to guide him.

"Tell me if I'm doing a bad job, okay?" He mumbled as he held the pork down with the tongs and began to slice with the knife.

"You're doing great, Yuyu." You smiled. Yunho was literally perfect, there was no way that he would do a bad job of anything, that's why you tried to at least get to half his level. After cutting the meat, he helped you put them on the serving dish.

"Can I have a kiss as a reward for doing a good job?" He asked. You rolled your eyes but of course you complied, never getting tired of his kisses and affection.

"Let's eat." You scooped the rice into two bowls while Yunho placed the geotjori and accompaniments on the table.

"Wow, tiny. You've out done yourself yet again. You never fail to amaze me with what you do." He reached out to hold your hand.

"W-What are you talking about?" You scoffed shyly.

You and Yunho started eating. Honestly, only after meeting Yunho, then you knew why parents felt full just by watching their children eat. Watching Yunho eat and enjoy food made you feel full.

"So good." Yunho smiled with his full cheeks of food. You laughed, reaching out to wipe the sauce that got on his lip.

"I'm glad you like it." You ate a bite of your food.

"Like it? I love it. I love anything you cook." He melted. You shot him a weird look but you couldn't help the smile on your face. Yunho always knew what to say and how to act around you, he just knew you well. You loved the way he never shied away from expressing his happiness and love.

"Don't forget, there's still dessert later." You reminded.

"There's no way I would forget. Don't worry, I'll finish everything. There's no such thing as waste here." Yunho said proudly. He took some geotjori and placed it onto your rice.

"You're so worried whether I have enough to eat that you're not eating." Yunho pouted.

"I am~" You whined. Yunho held a bite out to you, wanting to feed you. Your pursed your lips shut, knowing he was doing this to deliberately tease you.

"Come on, be good tiny. Ah~" He cooed.

"Yunho... Stop..." You felt your cheeks heat up as he continued to make baby sounds

"Ah~" He coaxed. You knew that he wasn't going to give up so you opened your mouth to take a bite, chewing begrudgingly. Yunho burst out laughing at the stink eye you were shooting him.

"Aigoo, my tiny eats so well." Yunho pinched your cheek, shaking your head slightly as he cooed at you. You squinted your eyes at him while he patted your head. He still had that big grin on his face while you finished up your dinner.

While Yunho did the dishes, you took a quick shower and finished up the dessert, putting the ice cream and strawberries into bowls for you and Yunho.

"This is the best." Yunho said, taking a bite. The both of you sat on the couch, with you tucked under Yunho's arm securely. There was a movie playing but you and Yunho weren't paying attention.

"Thank you for cooking, baby. I don't know how I survived before meeting you 8 months ago." Yunho kissed the top of your head.

8 months ago... "They do everything to make you happy and impress you then once the puppy love dies, so does your relationship." Your friend's words rang in your ears.

"Tiny?" Yunho noticed how stiff you got. But you spaced out, so deep in your thoughts as tears flooded your vision.

"Tiny!" Yunho saw the first tear spill and put his bowl aside.

"(y/n), what's wrong?!" He panicked, turning you around to face him entirely. He took your bowl from your hands to put it on the coffee table and practically carried you onto his lap, letting your legs drape over his own thighs. As he hands came up to cup your cheeks, he searched your eyes worriedly.

"You're scaring me, tiny..." Yunho whispered. But you just couldn't stop the tears from continuously falling down your cheeks as soft sobs escaped you.

"Hug me?" You croaked. He didn't even hesitate, holding you against his chest.

"Shh, tiny..." Yunho stroked the back of your head as you cried .

"Please don't leave me... I promise I'll try harder." You cried, bunching the materials of his shirt in your fists, as if he was going to walk away from you right this instance.

"Leave you? Baby, why would I leave you?!" Yunho held your shoulders, he couldn't hide the shock he felt from your words.

"I'm worried you'd get sick of me after we've been together for a while." You sniffled.

"Wait, the boys were talking about this earlier. 'Honeymoon phase' and 'puppy love'. Is that what you're worried about?" Yunho clarified. You nodded in your head in confirmation. Yunho could held but soften, leaning forward to give you a lingering kiss.

"Tiny, you don't have to worri about that. With me, the only puppy love you're getting is me being a literal golden retriever and following you everywhere." Yunho rubbed your cheek with his thumb.

"It's just... you do everything for me. And I barely do anything for you. Won't you get tired of doing that?"

"I do those things for you because I want to do them. It's one of the ways I show you I love you. Plus, you cook for me and in my book, that surpasses everything else." Yunho scoffed.

"Honestly, I was worried I was being overbearing. And that I should give you more space." He confessed.

"Yuyu... never. You're never overbearing. I love you and appreciate everything you do for me. I don't want space, I don't want to be anymore further from you than I already am." You held his hand.

"I'm glad to hear that. Because I feel the same." Yunho lifted you up in his arms.

"Yunho!" You squealed, wrapping your arms around his neck. He walked into his room and put you on his bed, crawling into the space beside you. He held you close, his much larger frame enveloping your smaller one as your limbs tangled themselves together. Leaning down, he nuzzled his nose against your cheek.

"You're never too much. I'll gladly do anything for you like froth your milk for your lattes in the morning." Yunho chuckled.

"You just like playing with my automated frother..." You rolled your eyes.

You remembered when you showed Yunho the electric whisk. He was so excited and that ended up with you have so much milk foam in your coffee.

"True." He grinned.

"But i'm seriously, I'll always be right there beside you, okay? I'll come whenever you call, whenever you need me. I'm there." He stared into your eyes, brushing your hair away from your face.

"Me too." You placed your hand on his cheek as he smiled sweetly. He chuckled, peppering your face in kisses, making you scrunch your nose.

"You're stuck with me. I'm not gonna let you go so easily." He hugged you to emphasise his point.

"I'm very okay with that." You giggled.

"Good. Because you don't have a choice." He laughed.

[kenzdolls]

# . sparks of familiarity𓂃 ♥︎

𖤐 synopsis: you, the most popular person at ua high school, discovers that fame means nothing compared to the electricity between you and your childhood best friend denki kaminari, who's been secretly in love with you since you were kids—sparking a relationship that proves the person who truly knows you is worth more than being known by everyone.

𖤐 pairing: denki kaminari x gn! reader

𖤐 trigger warnings: none

the first time you walked into ua, everyone already knew your name.

how could they not? your quirk had made headlines in junior competitions for years. students whispered as you passed in hallways, teachers nodded respectfully, even all might had greeted you by name on your first day with that booming laugh and a hand clap that nearly sent you through the floor.

everyone knew who you were.

everyone except the one person who mattered most.

"y/n!" the familiar voice cut through the cafeteria chatter as denki dropped his tray beside yours, his million-watt smile brighter than any electricity he could generate. "did you see me during training today? i think i'm finally getting the hang of directing my discharge!"

you laughed, reaching out to fix his hair where it stood on end. "you've been saying that since we were seven, denki."

his laugh joined yours, warm and familiar like the countless afternoons spent in your backyard, practicing quirks until the sun went down and your mothers called you in for dinner. eleven years of friendship had taught you every one of his expressions—the way his eyes crinkled when he was genuinely happy, how he scratched the back of his neck when nervous, the slight pout when he was trying not to show disappointment.

"whatever," he nudged your shoulder with his. "at least i didn't short-circuit the entire training arena like someone did last week."

your cheeks warmed at the memory. "it was one time! and aizawa-sensei said my control is improving."

"i know, i know. just teasing. you were awesome," he said, casually stealing a fry from your plate—a habit from elementary school lunches that had never broken.

classmates stared, as they always did when the school's rising star sat with kaminari. you heard the whispers—why him? she could be friends with anyone. is she dating kaminari? no way.

if only they knew how those golden eyes had been your constant since you were both awkward kids with quirks too big for your bodies. how he held your hand through your first quirk malfunction that landed you both in the emergency room at age eight. how his notes appeared in your locker before every big exam with stupid jokes that somehow calmed your nerves. how he never once treated you differently when your name started appearing in hero magazines.

"earth to y/n," denki waved a hand in front of your face. "you disappeared on me for a second there."

"sorry, just thinking."

"about the sports festival next week? you're gonna crush it," he said, leaning his elbows on the table. "everyone's saying you're gonna take first place."

you sighed, picking at your food. "that's the problem. everyone's expecting so much."

his expression softened immediately. "hey," he said quietly, just between the two of you. "remember what we promised when we applied to ua?"

"that we'd still have movie nights no matter how busy we got?" you offered with a small smile.

"well, yeah, that too. but i meant the other thing." he held out his pinky finger. "no matter what happens—"

"—we're just denki and y/n," you finished, linking your pinky with his. it was your childhood promise, made the day your quirk had first made local news.

"exactly. the rest is just noise." his eyes held yours for a moment too long, enough that you felt that familiar flutter in your chest that had been growing stronger with each passing year.

"hey, wanna skip study hall and get bubble tea?" he whispered, leaning close enough that his shoulder pressed against yours.

"and miss present mic's lecture? he'd kill us," you replied, but your fingers were already intertwining with his under the table.

"worth it," denki grinned, a spark jumping between his fingertips and yours—an accidental discharge that had been happening more frequently lately.

an hour later, you were sitting at your favorite bubble tea shop three blocks from campus, denki dramatically recounting bakugo's latest explosion in class while the shop owner, who knew you both by name, chuckled behind the counter.

"i swear his eyebrows haven't grown back yet!" denki concluded, making you snort your taro milk tea.

"you're terrible," you laughed, wiping your mouth with a napkin.

"but you love me for it," he shot back with that lopsided grin that always made your heart skip.

the words hung in the air between you, heavier than he'd intended. you looked down at your drink, stirring the tapioca pearls, wondering if now was the time to finally say something. fifteen years of friendship, and the last three had been torture—watching him flirt with other girls at school while you pretended it didn't bother you.

"actually," you started, gathering courage, "i've been meaning to talk to you about something."

his phone buzzed before you could continue. he glanced down, then grimaced. "it's kirishima. hero basic training got moved up, we gotta get back."

your moment deflated like a punctured balloon.

"rain check on the conversation?" he asked, already gathering his things.

"yeah, sure," you nodded, trying not to show your disappointment.

outside the shop, you both broke into a run toward campus. halfway there, denki grabbed your hand to pull you through a shortcut—an alleyway you'd discovered during your first week. his fingers were warm against yours, and you tried not to read into it.

"race you the rest of the way?" he challenged as you emerged onto the main street.

"you know you'll lose," you teased, already picking up speed.

"maybe i just like watching you run ahead," he called after you.

the comment made you stumble slightly, but you recovered quickly, heart pounding from more than just exertion.

you reached the ua gates first, as expected, turning to find denki jogging up with that carefree smile. but something was different in his eyes when he looked at you—something intense and nervous that made your breath catch.

"y/n," he said, slightly out of breath, "what were you going to tell me? at the shop?"

students streamed past you toward the main building, but suddenly it felt like you were alone in your own bubble.

"it can wait," you said, suddenly nervous.

"actually, i need to tell you something too," he said, stepping closer. a small spark jumped from his hair to yours, making you blink in surprise.

"sorry," he mumbled, brushing a hand through his blond locks. "that keeps happening around you lately. can't control it."

you stared at him, realization dawning. "wait… your quirk only discharges involuntarily when you're—"

"—emotional, yeah," he finished, cheeks reddening. "specifically when i'm around the person i've been in love with since we were kids."

the world seemed to freeze. "what?"

he shrugged helplessly, that vulnerable look you'd only seen a handful of times crossing his face. "i was gonna tell you after the sports festival. figured if i embarrassed myself, at least you'd have a gold medal to distract you."

you couldn't help it—you laughed, a bright sound that made several passing students turn to look.

denki's expression fell. "okay, not the reaction i was hoping for."

"no, you idiot," you said, grabbing his jacket and pulling him closer. "i was going to tell you the exact same thing at the bubble tea shop."

his eyes widened comically. "for real? since when?"

"since forever," you admitted. "i just thought… you know, with all the attention i get, you might think i'd want someone… i don't know, more like—"

"more like what? more like the amazing person i've known my whole life?" he placed his hands on your waist. "y/n, everyone knows your name, but i know you. you're still the same person who cried when we found that injured bird in third grade, who stays up way too late reading, who stress-bakes before every exam."

your heart felt like it might burst. "and you're still the same person who helped me nurse that bird back to health, who brings me coffee during all-nighters, who eats my stress-baking even when i burn it."

another spark jumped between you, larger this time, causing both of you to jump.

"sorry!" denki winced. "i told you, i can't control it around you."

"then don't," you whispered, curling your fingers into his uniform.

when his lips finally met yours, there was a literal spark—a tiny crackle of electricity that made you both smile against each other's mouths. fifteen years of friendship crystallizing into something new, something that felt inevitable.

someone wolf-whistled nearby—probably mina, you thought absently—but you didn't care.

because while everyone at ua knew your name, your quirk, your potential, only denki knew all the parts of you that mattered. only denki had been there before the spotlight, before the expectations. only denki made you feel like just yourself.

and maybe, you thought as his arms tightened around you, being known completely was better than being known by everyone.

"did you see the latest hero billboard rankings?" mina squealed, sliding into the seat across from you at lunch three days later. "they're already predicting you'll debut in the top twenty!"

you nodded politely, half-listening as she continued gushing about your prospects. under the table, denki's knee pressed reassuringly against yours.

"speaking of predictions," kirishima chimed in, "who had 'childhood friends finally get together' on their class 1-a bingo card?"

"i did!" mina raised her hand triumphantly. "i won the betting pool!"

"you guys had a betting pool?!" denki spluttered.

"since the first day of school," bakugo muttered from the end of the table. "even i could see you two were obsessed with each other."

you buried your face in your hands, mortified yet strangely happy. denki's arm came around your shoulders, his laughter rumbling against you.

"well," he announced proudly, "i've known y/n since we were in diapers, so i think i won the real prize here."

"you've known me since we were four, not since diapers," you corrected automatically.

"close enough," he shrugged, pressing a kiss to your temple that sent another small spark between you.

the conversation shifted, your classmates moving on to discuss the upcoming training camp. but denki's hand found yours under the table, his thumb tracing circles on your palm—a secret language developed over years.

maybe everyone knew your name, but only one person had always known your heart. and finally, after all these years, he knew it belonged to him.

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Her || Charles Leclerc

Main characters: Charles Leclerc x OC Genre: fanfiction, fluff  Story type: novel  Part: 46/45 Word count: 2969 Co writer: @mistrose23

Story summary: Matilde Jørgensen, the new Scuderia Ferrari team principal, faced the nerve-wracking challenge of reviving the team's fortunes and aiming for a championship. Leading a historic team as a 'newbie' and separating her work and personal opinions posed a significant challenge. The big question: is she capable to do so?

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Bonus chapter

Matilde clicked send and watched the email disappear from her screen. It was nearly noon, and she had granted herself a break once the financial update was out of her hands. Luckily, she had an entire team who could handle the details, but they still needed her final word (even though she still had no idea what was going on. No, only joking). She leaned back in her chair, stretched her arms overhead until her spine popped, then stood and walked away.

The Ferrari HQ was quiet, the usual hum of keyboards and half-muted meetings fading as she passed the open-plan desks. Outside, the sun was warm, something she was finally getting used to. She squinted against the light as she crossed the parking lot toward the bike rack. Her bicycle was one of seven parked there. The light green city bike she had bought nearly fifteen years ago as a student in Copenhagen, was still delivering excellent service. Except today, the chain had slipped off, again, and was hanging awkwardly from the gear.

She unlocked the bike, placed her right foot on the pedal, and pushed off with her left, gliding forward like she was stepping through water. At the side entrance of the garage, she manoeuvred inside and found a free workspace to claim. What a luxury, having something like this available at work, and being allowed to use it. She grabbed her phone, opened YouTube, and searched for a tutorial on fixing a slipped chain. It wasn't her first time doing it, but it had been a while. Sure, there were plenty of people around who could fix it in seconds, but that wasn't the point.

She was avoiding work. And fixing her bike felt like a perfectly justifiable excuse.

She tied her hair up into a messy bun, flipped the bike upside down with a small grunt, and began collecting a few scattered tools while watching the video.

"Matilde," said a familiar voice.

She glanced over her shoulder. Galileo was lowering himself into one of the metal chairs nearby. His expression shifted as he took in the scene before him. "Galileo," she replied, casually.

"You do know we have actual mechanics who also could do that?"

"I'm aware."

"You also know they're literally right down the hall."

"Yup."

He crossed his arms, like he was about to launch into a lecture, but instead paused, eyeing the way she was crouched beside the bike, carefully inspecting the chain. "I will never understand the love people have for bicycles."

"Trust me, it's a love-hate relationship," she muttered. "I grew up with this thing. Cycling's just... part of life. And when I bike to work, I don't have to force myself to work out later. Win-win."

He rubbed a hand over his forehead. "Even after five years, you still manage to surprise me."

"Glad I'm keeping things interesting."

Silence settled between them, interrupted only by the clink of metal tools and the occasional Danish voice from the YouTube tutorial. Galileo watched her, the usual quick confidence in his chest giving way to a creeping wave of guilt. He had thought this through. Rehearsed it. But now, sitting here, he wasn't sure anymore. What if he was wrong? What if this was a mistake?

He didn't want to disappoint her. Not her. He respected Matilde too much for that, more than she probably knew.

"Ow," she hissed suddenly, pulling her hand back. "Fucking hell. Just when my nails were perfect, this fucking bullcrap happens." She sighed, examining the smudge of grease and broken nail. "Whatever."

The way she still biked to work, the fact she was down here trying to fix the damn thing herself... Galileo swallowed the tightness in his throat. He would never meet another boss like her. Not even close. Matilde was... special. One of one. If someone asked him to explain why, he wouldn't even know where to start.

"I, uh..." he finally said, his voice uneven. Matilde looked up, focused on him now. He took a breath. "I really need to tell you something. And it's getting very hard not to just blurt it out." He tried to smile, but failed. "Can we move our dinner to lunch instead?"

She smiled at him. "Yeah, sure."

"Perfect," he said, nodding a little too eagerly.

But she didn't look away. Her eyes narrowed, studying him. Something was off. He was avoiding eye contact, his fingers fidgeting against the chair. She looked around her to see if anyone was there and tilted her head.

"What?" he asked, trying to sound neutral.

"You're leaving, aren't you?" Her voice was quiet, gentle, even, but carried that unmistakable edge of clarity she always had when she had already figured it out.

His heart dropped. He looked around instinctively, like someone might have overheard them. "I..." He swallowed hard. "I'm sorry."

He braced for her reaction... but it didn't come. Not how he expected.

She didn't look angry, or disappointed. She just... froze. Her expression went neutral, cold even. And yet, her eyes shimmered, tears starting to gather. That contradiction startled him. For five years, he had seen her face crises, failures, brutal headlines, and back-to-back race weekends. Never like this.

"No," he said slowly, blinking, when the realisation hit him. "Wait. Are you leaving too?"

She didn't answer. Not right away.

Tears welled in his eyes now, uninvited. "Matilde..."

But then she smiled. Not a big one, not a triumphant one, just something soft, and oddly peaceful. She gave him a little nod. "Surprise," she whispered.

He stared at her, dumbfounded.

"God," she breathed out, rubbing her hands over her face, "shit," she mumbled when she realised she was probably smearing the grease all over her face. She looked at him again. "I didn't want to say it, thank you for saying it first. I've been having the worst anxiety about how to bring it up."

Galileo let out a laugh, wet with relief and disbelief all at once. "I thought I was going to ruin everything."

Matilde shook her head. "You're not ruining anything. We're just... both done."

He leaned forward, elbows on knees. "Wow."

"Yeah."

They sat in the quiet hum of the garage, surrounded by half-finished projects, motors, and oil-stained tools, two people on the edge of big change, still grounded by a broken bike and an overdue conversation.

"Why and when?" Galileo then curiously asked. "I swear, I don't know how you did this, but you hid everything really well."

She shook her head. "Trust me, it was not. But I handed in my letter this morning." Matilde nodded when she saw his questionable face. She licked her lips. "Because I bought a house. In Denmark. My dream house since I was a kid and... I just had to buy it when it was for sale. It was literally now or never. And I just want to start a family."

"With whom?"

Her face straightened. "I don't care. I just want to be available for that. I want to have children, with or without a donor. I mean, I always need a donor to get pregnant, but you get the point. And if I'm lucky to birth one myself, obviously."

He smirked at her babble. "I get it, I get it."

"And because I'm done here, I've done what I wanted to do and I'm ready for someone else to take it over."

He nodded. She explained it so simply, but he noticed the imperfections Matilde had for this job since this year. She was still the very best and on top of her game, but the sparkle wasn't always there anymore. Not like it used to be. "Congratulations," he smiled.

"Thanks. And you?"

He shrugged. "Felt it was the right time to leave. I'm done with F1 and I'm moving to Australia because why not?"

"Yeah, why not?" A laugh rolled over her face, which made him smile as well. "No, honestly, Galileo, go for it. You deserve it."

"Thank you, I really appreciate it," he gratefully smiled. "Anyway, should I book a meeting for tomorrow, or do you want to wait?"

"Mate, that is something for later. First, I need to hear everything from you. Once I'm done fixing this bike, we will go out for lunch. I need to tell the boys first about our departure, then I will book a general meeting myself. No worries." Matilde took a deep breath. "Holy shit," she mumbled.

His heart fluttered. This is why she was the best boss. "Sure." He looked around, still no one in sight. "But what will you do for this year's title?"

"I don't care. Charles has two titles, Max has two titles with Ferrari, I have four titles with Ferrari, and we are running for two titles this year. We are not even halfway through yet. I don't care who wins, as long as no one dies and gets injured. We just need to enjoy the last half, and that's it. Unless, when are you leaving?"

"Finishing this season."

They locked each other's gaze, taking a moment to embrace the calm before the storm.

–

Max gave Charles a brief wave to let him know he had seen him, then cruised slowly down the street in search of a parking spot. He found one quickly, slid into it, and headed toward the building. Charles was just about to go in, but paused when he noticed Max approaching. He was holding a bouquet of flowers.

"Nice bouquet," Max said, eyeing it as he joined him. It had been Charles's turn to buy one.

"It screamed her name," Charles smirked, glancing down at the wild arrangement. As the main characters, two red roses nestled among the chaos, because why not? "After five years, I never would have thought that we would have our monthly work dinner at her house after all." It made him think of the offer she made this afternoon:

"Are you in for dinner tonight?"

Charles raised an eyebrow at his boss, who entered the sim office, a slow grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. He straightened up, arms folding across his chest like a man preparing for a challenge he had been waiting for years.

"Are you asking me out on a date, Matilde?" he asked, his voice laced with mischief. "Should I let you pick the place, or do I have to come up with something classy?"

She rolled her eyes, unimpressed. "In your dreams, Charles."

The thing was... he had. For five years. Five years of dreaming about someone who felt just out of reach, even when she was standing right in front of him. Strong. Untouchable. Unavailable. And yet, there she was.

"Seven o'clock. My place," she added casually, turning to leave.

Dangerous place. Too familiar. Too personal. Too close to everything he had spent five years pretending not to want.

"Do you know where Max is?" she asked, glancing back over her shoulder.

Oh. Right. That was more on brand. Dinner wasn't a date. It was logistics. And why would anything change now, after all this time? Charles cleared his throat, forcing his thoughts back into order. "He's over at aero, last I saw."

She gave a short nod, that easy, unreadable smile on her face. "Perfect. I'll cover dinner." And just like that, she was gone. Still close. Still untouchable. And Charles was left exactly where he had always been; with a grin, a stupid flicker of hope, and absolutely no idea what seven o'clock was going to mean.

"We got promoted, apparently," Max said dryly. Still, he thought, if anyone had gotten close to Matilde, it was Charles. Literally inside her. Not that it mattered. "You ever been here?" he asked.

"Nope. Just dropped her off once," Charles replied, though the answer was already obvious.

"I have. Not often."

As they made their way to the entrance, they passed a pizza delivery guy scanning the nameplates. He held up the boxes in question. "Matilde?" he asked.

Max stepped forward. "Yeah, we'll take those."

The guy blinked, shrugged, and handed them over. Max handed him two euros; everything he and Charles had in cash.

They carried the pizzas upstairs. When they reached her floor, the door was slightly ajar.

Max tapped his knuckles against it, then nudged it open with his elbow. "Special delivery!" he called.

Soft music played somewhere inside. A moment later, Matilde appeared in the hallway, curls thrown up in a messy twist and a few euros in hand. Her eyes flicked between them and the pizzas, then she smiled. "Oh. Hello. You stole those off the delivery guy?"

"Technically, we intercepted," Max said, placing the boxes on the counter. "Proactive hospitality."

"Very nice. Please tell me you tipped him?"

"Two euros," Max grinned. "All we had."

She leaned in to greet him with a quick kiss on the cheek. Charles held up the bouquet.

"These are for you."

Matilde's expression softened. Wildflowers. And two red roses. Charles and Max. Was that symbolic, or just Charles being dramatic? "They're beautiful," she said, voice quiet, almost cautious. She kissed his cheek too, and the scent of his cologne lingered a little too long. Dangerous.

He followed her into the living room, where Max had already claimed a spot on the couch. Charles glanced around and couldn't help but feel... charmed. The table was modest, white, wooden, with few colourful details. Not showy. No Ferrari-branded nonsense. Just Matilde. She had set this herself. "Nice setup," he said, genuinely.

"Thanks," she replied, gesturing for them to sit.

They ate quietly at first, hunger making conversation unnecessary. Charles took in the apartment. Clean lines, warm tones; a quiet blend of Italian soul and Scandinavian restraint. Nothing screamed racing or management, or status. Just like how she was.

He exhaled slowly. He didn't know why she had chosen to host the dinner at her place, but he was glad she had. It felt like the right place to say it; quiet, private. No eyes or ears but theirs.

"I need to get something off my chest," he said suddenly, then before he could second-guess it, he blurted, "I'm taking a sabbatical year next season."

Max and Matilde both froze.

"There," Charles added with a nervous laugh. "Finally said it. Been holding it in for weeks."

Max's eyes flicked from him to Matilde, waiting for her reaction. Her expression tightened; not angry, just stunned. And then it sank in. She was losing both her drivers. Max had announced his retirement at the start of the season: one last year, and then done. And now Charles. Sabbatical. No guarantees.

"I want to travel," Charles continued, filling the silence. "Backpack, maybe. I don't know yet. But I need a break. Just life, without racing. Then I'll see what happens." He looked at her, heart pounding. Still, she didn't say anything. She just nodded slightly and kept eating. Was that... passive-aggressive?

A long silence followed.

"What are you thinking?" Max finally asked, voice low. "Mattie... don't leave him hanging."

Matilde blinked, swallowed her bite, and straightened up. "Sorry," she said quickly, then turned to Charles. "I think it's a great decision. Go see the world while you can." Her smile was warm, but a little too careful. "I-"

Charles cut in. "What's your real reaction?"

He didn't want diplomacy. He wanted honesty.

She bit her lip. Then sighed. There were so many thoughts going through her mind. Her lips parted, and she looked at Charles. "I am out of words, I am so, so, so, sorry," she whispered. She really meant it. As team principal, this was her worst-case scenario. Two fantastic drivers were not racing for Ferrari next season, voluntarily. GP had resigned last week. This morning, Galileo had too. And now Charles. The pillars of her team were crumbling.

And then... her.

She covered her mouth with her hand and dropped her gaze.

But on the other hand, the team principal was resigning at the same time as her drivers and assistant. So technically, this wouldn't be the problem of the team principal anymore.

She had also resigned.

The irony wasn't lost on her.

And personally? She meant it, she thought Charles was doing something brave and admirable. She was even jealous. Backpacking the world? Freeing himself from everything? It sounded like something she had never allowed herself to do.

But what could she say now?

She cleared her throat and straightened up again. "Okay," she began. "Sorry for the awkward pause. Don't take it personally." Her voice steadied. "As team principal, I would like to thank you for the amazing years you have brought to Ferrari. There were ups and downs, moments we all learned from, we laughed, we had fun, we raced, we won, we lost, we grew. And you should be proud of it. I am proud of you. And it sounds so heavy, sabbatical year, I mean, you could be back the next season. Or not. You will see how it goes, right? Go with the flow." She took a sip of wine. "And personally, I am very happy for you, you should absolutely do it." And then she took another sip. "And personally, I'm really happy for you. You should absolutely do it."

Charles tilted his head. "But?"

Her eyes met his. He looked confused, disappointed. "I- fuck. I fucked that up," she muttered. "This wasn't how I wanted to react. Honestly, I don't even know how I should've reacted." She removed the hairclip from her hair and ran both her hands through it, frustrated. "I've been thinking about how to explain this to the board. Max is leaving, that's public. This morning I got Galileo's resignation. GP quit last week. Now you. And..." she paused for a breath, "...I handed in my resignation this morning too."

And just like that, the room shifted.

Max raised his brows, looking between the two of them. Charles turned to him, wide-eyed. Matilde exhaled, cheeks puffed, then took another sip of her wine.

"Well," Max said, grinning slowly. "How are you going to explain that to the board? Or the press? People are gonna think we staged some kind of protest." Then his grin widened. "But hey, that also means no more contracts after this season." He leaned in, playful. "And no contracts means..." He wiggled his eyebrows.

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Forbidden Desire (Part 21)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest, Smut

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The following day, when you woke up, exhausted from tending to a crying child all night, it was Frances who brought you some breakfast to your room.

"Good Morning Miss Shelby," she said as, ever so gently, she laid out the food before you.

She seemed especially sensitive today, attuned to the tensions that permeated throughout the house. As she handed you a cup of tea, she offered, “If you need anything at all, please don't hesitate.”

"Thank you, Frances," you smiled without needing to take up her offer for assistance before enquiring about the whereabouts of your fiancé. "Do you know where Robert might be?" you wondered, seeing that he had risen early that day.

"I believe that he has gone hunting with Mr Shelby," Frances informed you, causing your chin to drop.

"He's gone hunting with my father?" you asked, but Frances shook her head. 

"No, miss. He has gone hunting with your uncle, Thomas Shelby," she said apologetically and, immediately, you froze, stunned by the news.

"Has anyone else gone with them?" you wondered, seeing that, not only had Robert never held a rifle before, nor did you consider it wise for him to spend time alone with Tommy while Tommy was in possession of a weapon of such kind. 

"No, they have left the house on their own. I believe that I heard Mr Shelby say that he wanted to get to know him a bit better now that he was marrying you," Frances elaborated, her sympathetic demeanor evident. 

Feeling concerned for Robert's safety, you could feel anger rising within you. How dare Tommy take advantage of Robert's naïveté, you thought, but, before you could interrogate Frances further, there came a knock at the door.

Opening it, you discovered your father, Arthur, standing on the other side, an amused smile playing upon his lips.

"Fucking Hell, Love," he drawled, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "You cannot seriously marry this man," he laughed before shaking his head disapprovingly. 

"Excuse me?" you murmured, taken aback by his demure.

"Your Uncle has gone out to the woods with him to shoot a stag and he threw up all over his own fucking suit," Arthur chuckled, referring to the fact that Robert felt somewhat sickened by the act of the hunt. "And I thought he is a fucking doctor," he then added, laughing even more.

"He is a doctor yes and, unlike you and the rest of my family, he may not enjoy the act of killing," you retorted defiantly, feeling slightly irritated by your father's mockery, just as Robert barged into the room as well.

His face pale and sweaty, he looked almost ill and, just as he approached you, you could smell the vomit on his clothes.

"Frances will have these cleaned for you," you assured him kindly, gesturing for him to sit down. Ignoring your suggestion, Robert went straight for the mirror in your suite, studying his reflection intently. Seeing his discomfort, you decided to intervene.

"Perhaps hunting isn't for you darling, and I don't blame you," you remarked carefully, but Robert was evidently upset and offended. 

"Just shut up, Y/N! Please!" he snapped, his hands clenching into tight fists as if daring them to betray his fragile state. His expression clouded over with frustration and shame.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" you demanded incredulously, surprised by his uncharacteristically harsh response.

Robert visibly crumbled under your gaze, looking genuinely repentant.

"I…I didn't mean it like that, alright? Sorry. But, Jesus Christ, Y/N. I don't belong here. I shouldn't have come here," he admitted miserably, clearly regretting his outburst. "And neither should you. You don't belong here either," he then lectured you sternly, unable to conceal his disappointment and frustration. "This place isn't suited for people like us – we aren't killers, murderers, criminals," Robert told you without knowing that you, too, had killed a man before, albeit in self-defense. 

"Last night, I saw two body bags being carried out of the yards. Your uncle and father were watching on as some gypsy picked them up. You were fast asleep finally, so I did not mention it at the time. I knew you needed the rest," Robert continued, choosing his words carefully. His vulnerability was touching, making you want to reach out and comfort him. However, unsure how to approach him after his earlier outburst, you remained silent until he asked a very relevant question.

"You aren't involved in any criminal activities back in Boston, are you?" Robert prodded cautiously, attempting to reconcile the disparity between the life he knew of you and the reality of living amongst the Shelby Family.

Looking away briefly, you struggled to find the right words. While you couldn't deny that you weren't entirely innocent, it wasn't something you wished to discuss with him.

Instead, you decided to provide him with an answer which would suffice for the moment.

"My line of work is complicated," you began diplomatically, causing Robert to sigh with frustration.

"Is it alcohol or is it drugs you are bringing into Boston?" he wanted to know earnestly, his brow furrowed in concern.

Suddenly aware of the depth of trust he was seeking from you, you took a deep breath before answering honestly.

"It's only alcohol and I promise you that I will not get involved in the import of anything else. No drugs. No weapons. No prostitutes," you replied firmly, determined to give him an account that wouldn't put you in immediate danger upon returning home and, after several moments of silence, Robert cleared his throat awkwardly, changing the subject. 

"When we get back to Boston, we will plan our wedding. I want you to leave this life behind. You can stay home and look after Edward. You can be a housewife, be looked after and cared for by me. I am a good man Y/N and you deserve a good man," Robert insisted passionately, his green eyes burning brightly with determination.

"We shall see, Robert," you told him just as Edward began to cry once again. You had no intention of becoming a stay-at-home mother and knew that, a life like this, as a doctor's wife, would not satisfy you. 

The idea of giving up the excitement and thrill you derived from working alongside the menacing figures around you made you uneasy, yet simultaneously, you craved stability.

***

As you went on with your day at Arrow House, you and Edward spent time in the gardens before tending to the horses while Robert took solace in Tommy's vast library and Lizzie went for yet another dress fitting for her wedding.

Along with the maids and two Blinders he had employed for security, Tommy was the only other person at home and, with Robert having indulged himself in some books, this gave him the perfect opportunity to bond with his six-month old son without raising suspicions. 

"May I hold him?" Tommy thus asked as you met him in the stables to show Edward the horses. There was a certain tenderness about him, an empathy that seemed completely misplaced among those present. And yet, his gentleness and compassion struck you as oddly familiar. Something stirred deep within your heart, echoing through forgotten memories, resonating beneath your skin.

"Of course. Just watch out for the horses," you cautioned lightly, handing over your son to Tommy.

Though it appeared effortless when holding Edward, the way he cradled the baby showed immense care and attention.

There was a palpable air of trepidation surrounding Tommy when he was near his son, a hint of fear mixed with uncertainty lingering within his heart. 

"He is perfect," Tommy whispered reverentially, staring deeply into Edwards’ wide round eyes and tiny fingers. It was as though he was trying to memorize every aspect of his son before you would return to the US. This unspoken need reflected a level of desperation Tommy tried hard to hide, but you could sense it. 

"Perhaps you could visit us in Boston one day?" you suggested tentatively, hoping to ease some of the tension building around you and, though this notion was not unappealing to you, you also recognized the potential risks associated with crossing paths with Tommy again, especially considering the circumstances that led to your departure from Birmingham in the first place. 

"Yes... perhaps," Tommy agreed reluctantly, avoiding eye contact. As much as he desired a connection with his child, he feared what reuniting with you might bring.  

"I should take him back inside. He needs a sleep," you eventually said softly, breaking the tension between you and Tommy.

Handing Edward back gingerly, you noted how Tommy tenderly held onto the baby, savouring every last second before parting ways.

"Good luck," he chuckled, seeing that Edward was a terrible sleeper, just like his father.

"Thank you," you smiled warmly, turning to make your way back into the house, leaving Tommy alone with the horses. Although there was still an underlying tension between you both, the fleeting interaction left you with a strange mix of emotions - sadness, nostalgia, desire. Intrigued by the unexpected affection you shared for Tommy, now more than ever, your curiosity peaked further.

Back inside, you proceeded toward the guest room in which you were staying and, just after Edward finally went down for his sleep, you sought out Frances to locate some writing paper, wanting to write to your mother who had since located to Belfast. 

"Usually there is some paper inside the reading-room, on the cabinet to the left,"

she informed you helpfully, leading you to where you thought you may find what you were searching for.

When you arrived, however, you discovered that Robert had fallen asleep there and neither of you wanted to disturb him.

"Mr Shelby should have some in his office," she added tactfully, indicating that you should seek him out instead and, since you knew where he usually kept his writing supplies, you entered his office unannounced, knowing full well that he was still inside the stables. 

Entering the opulent space, adorned with luxurious leather furniture and expensive Persian carpets, you approached his large mahogany desk and began rifling through its contents, finding exactly what you were looking for.

However, when you picked up a pile of elegant writing paper from one of the draws, buried beneath it you found several letters that were addressed to you. 

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[sil-writes-fiction-too]

Worries

Gale x OC!Tav

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

A/N: during last night's BG3 session I found the book Gale was looking for and while expressing my worry for his obsession over it I got a line of dialogue from him that gave me the big sad, so I decided to write how the scene played out in my head and what consequences it might have had on the relationship between Gale and Summer. Be warned that I typed this on my phone during today's lecture so it might suck a little

"Don't be a hindrance after being such a great help!"

He regretted his words immediately after hearing them fall from his own lips. The way she recoiled slightly didn't escape his notice, as neither did the almost defeated look in her eyes. He hadn't meant to sound so harsh, he simply wanted, no, needed to get his hands on that book! Desperation was clawing at his chest, clouding his judgement momentairily, that's it. But these were simply excuses, weren't they? He said what he said, and the consequences were quick to catch up to him.

"Fine. Have it. It's all yours."

She said, immediately surrendering the book despite having just expressed her concerns about letting him have it. Relief washed over him as soon as the tome ended in his hands, but that was extremely short lived as now a much bigger, much more important problem sat in front of him. Clearly he had hurt his lover.

He thought she of all people would understand him, understand what he was trying to do, but instead, since the very moment he began his research on the Crown of Karsus, she tried all in her power to change his mind. What was he missing? Wouldn't it be infinitely better for everyone if he ascended to godhood? Wouldn't it be better for her? He could be a far better man for her, if she would just let him.

"Summer, I-"

He began, stammering as he looked for something to say, anything that would help him convey just how contrite he was for the way he had spoken to her a couple moments prior. He searched her yellow eyes, but when he found disappointment reflected in them, his mind was voided of all useful thoughts. What use was his verbosity if he couldn't even think of a decent apology right now??

"Come on. We need to get out of this vault before we are caught."

And so she walked past him, placing her new, flaming axe over her shoulder and closely followed by Astarion and Jaheira. This time around, not even the vampire took the chance to poke fun at him for his evident blunder with the tiefling girl he was so enamoured with. Probably because he could count the times Summer fell silent and got so serious only on one hand. Way to go, Gale.

The book weighted heavy in his hands as he finally decided to follow the group out of the vault, his eyes naturally drawn to the way Summer's tail irritatedly flicked from side to side. He needed to fix this, and fast.

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The water rippled gently against the stones as the sun set over the horizon, tinging the sky with a deep orange color that faded in a beautiful violet. Dinner had already ended half an hour prior, and now everyone was busy lazying around camp, some resting in their tent, some warming up by the fire. Very few words were exchanged that evening, and Gale was sure it was partly his fault.

When he had thought of the moment he would finally get his hands on the book, he was sure he'd waste no time before reading it... and yet now it sat unopened in his bag, his mind preoccupied elsewhere. Namely, with the tiefling woman that was now sitting on the crooked pier, her gaze trained on the horizon as her tail slowly swished from side to side from under the marvellous cascade of her black waves. Even when she was angry with him he couldn't help but notice how absolutely gorgeous she was. Sometimes he wondered if he had fallen in love with another goddess, but she was always quick to refute this notion.

Thinking on this and many other conversations they had, he began to miss her terribly, as if she wasn't sitting just across camp. Usually they would spend their evenings together. Him, talking her ear off about God knows which topic, and her, listening intently even if said subject was of no interest to her and she struggled to fully understand what he was trying to explain. No matter what, she never seemed to be bothered by his chatty nature. Instead, she encouraged him, asked him to tell her more, all the while looking at him with a tenderness and an adoration he had never experienced before in his life. And he, in turn, would focus solely on her when she would talk to him about her home and peculiar family life in Aegis, fascinated by the stories of her adventures and of the people she met along the way. He was sure he never felt his chest as full as it was when he gazed upon her, and it certainly had nothing to do with the orb.

Before he could get further lost in his thoughts and self-pity, he started walking towards her. He didn't just miss her, he desperately wanted to apologize to her and to let her know that he never meant to hurt her. Fear gripped at his heart. What if she couldn't accept his apology? What if he couldn't remedy? What if-

"Hey."

His own voice jerked him out of his ruminations, and he found himself standing at her side. She remained quiet, her gaze still fixed on the thin, invisible line between the sea and the sky. A shiver ran down his spine.

"May I sit with you?"

He asked tentatively, keeping his hands behind his back to try and seem as composed as usual, but his fingers were fidgeting. He almost walked away immediately after asking, but then she nodded with a soft hum, and that alone felt like a blessing from the Gods.

He sat down beside her, letting his legs dangle from the little wooden pier as his hands tried to sit still in his lap. He was still nervous, but he felt like he could finally speak without making too much of a fool of himself.

"I... I want to apologize, Summer. I realize that my outburst must've hurt your feelings. That I must've hurt your feelings, that is. I didn't mean to be so rude to you. You are not a hindrance to me, I hope you know that. I... I was so set on obtaining that book that I let it cloud my mind. I'm sorry."

He spoke with the utmost sincerity, hoping that what he was trying to say made sense to her.

"I know you must've had a good reason to be so worried. I should've at least heard you out instead of snapping at you like a brute."

His face was starting to feel warm with shame as he replayed the day's events in his head, but before he could keep talking, Summer sighed, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment and her shoulders sinking slightly.

"I did have a good reason, I still do."

Her eyes opened again, and her gaze pointed towards the sky.

"I understand why that book is so enticing to you, but Gale... its contents could be dangerous. And while it's true we have faced greater dangers as a group in the last weeks, this could be risky for you. That's what I am worried about. I mean, "Karsus' Folly"? Ring any bells? You were the one that told me the story, for Hell's sake! Surely you must realize the risks you would face by reforging that blasted thing. I don't..."

She took a breath, and Gale realized she was feeling just as anxious as he was.

"I don't want to lose you."

Her voice turned softer, almost preventing him from hearing the way it trembled. She finally turned to look at him and he could've sworn he felt his heart break at the sight. Her yellow eyes, usually bright and fiery like the flames of the Hells, were now watery and no more than a flickering candle. She was afraid of losing him, much like he was afraid of losing her, and in the midst of all that anxiety and pain... he felt blessed. Blessed to have met her, to have found someone that cared so much about him, to have her heart and her soul and to have given her his in return.

"... I am a lucky man."

He breathed softly, letting a smile curl his lips as he gazed at her.

"You have a great deal of patience, having to put up with me. I hardly deserve you, my love. I understand your fear wholeheartedly, for I feel it all the same for you. Let the stars be my witness, I promise I will do all in my power to stay right by your side for the rest of my days. I am not going anywhere..."

Summer looked at him and a slight smile appeared on her face, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"I sense a 'but' coming..."

She joked half-heartedly with a sigh, and he smiled in a way that was sheepish and apologetic.

"But... please let me show you what I'd like to do with the Crown. Give me a chance to explain why this could be a great opportunity for us. I only ask that you hear me out. I promise this is not just some blind chase for power. It has purpose. I do this with you in mind, my love..."

For a moment he thought she would deny his request and retreat to her tent, but after what seemed like an eternity of pondering on her side, she sighed again and relented, nodding her head.

"Fine. I'll hear what you have to say."

His face lit up immediately, making her huff as she brouht her gaze back towards the darkening sky.

"Hells. You're lucky you're cute."

She grumbled a little, and he realized she was pouting. A genuine laugh escaped his lips as he sat closer to her, his eyes shining with love and relief. His hand came to gently rest over her smaller one, almost covering it entirely. She could feel his insistent, adoring gaze on her and she found it hard to hold back a smile. Goddamn him and that adorable face of his, destroying her attempt at looking annoyed. She shook her head with an exasperated chuckle and her tail came to lazily wrap around his waist as if to pull him even closer. What a beautiful night... it would've been a shame to spend it without him by her side.

[feirceangel]

Imagine | First Love (Nami)

Imagine having a crush on Nami and trying to act on it.

Warnings: reader is clumsy, Sanji is your wingman, fluff

Word Count: 1,651

(Not my gif!)

There is always a certain grace that follows her every move. It's uncanny how poised and meticulous her actions seem.

You've always admired Nami for her strong personality and will, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't think she was beautiful.

The way the sun bounces off her glowing hair, her coy smile, her mesmerizing eyes. You could go on forever but you fear you're starting to sound like Sanji.

She seems so put together.

So very much unlike you.

Whereas she can speak eloquently and move with unmatched grace, you're the opposite. You stumble over your words and even stumble while walking across the ship deck.

The number of times you've felt your skin prickle with embarrassment as you fumble in front of her is unparalleled.

Just the other day, you tripped on one of Zoro's weights and face planted. You got up immediately, waving away concerns with a chuckle as Luffy pointed and laughed along with you.

Until you noticed Nami smiling along. Her smile froze you in your tracks. That's when you got nervous.

No one wants to look like a fool in front of their hidden crush.

Thinking about it makes you groan.

You're currently slumped in the kitchen, stirring a cup of tea that's lost it's heat ages ago. Sanji is working away cooking supper for everyone, humming a soft tune.

You wish you could be more open like he is.

Sanji never shuts up about how gorgeous and perfect Nami is, but you can never bring yourself to match that energy.

Of course, you're never left out of his compliments. He never plays favourites. You love him for that but, even so, it is hard watching him swoon over Nami.

You're afraid that she'll realize you could never give her as much as Sanji can.

After all, you can't cook very well and you don't wait on her hand and foot. And, you're not wealthy, so you can't buy her nice things.

Another sigh escapes your lips as you stare at the table in front of you. A new mug of steaming tea lands by your hand.

"Are you okay?" Sanji asks, his voice soft, "You've been staring at nothing for over an hour."

"It's... it's nothing. Just tired," you say, sitting up straighter to take the hot mug in your hands.

"Really?" He says, voice full of disbelief.

You nod, knowing your words would betray you.

He frowns slightly, resting his hands on his hips. You feel bad that he's concerned about you, but no one on this ship knows about your feelings. And you're not about to tell anyone.

Sanji turns around, towelling down a freshly washes pot, "It's about Nami, isn't it?"

Your jaw drops at that question, eyes wide.

"How'd you know?!"

"Ah, so it is," he chuckles.

A frown plants itself on your face.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," he reassures you. "It's just, I want to help you."

"Help?" You're confused, "Don't you like her too? Doesn't that make us love rivals?"

He glances over his shoulder, "Don't be silly, I love you both but not that way. Besides, I have my eye on someone else."

His confession throws you off.

All this time you thought he'd be mad about your crush on Nami and now he's saying he isn't even interested?

"Really?"

He hums a yes.

You take a moment to soak in this new information. Sanji has way more experience in romantic things than you do, so advice from him might be useful.

"So, what should I do?"

"Everyone expresses and shows love in their own way. I can't tell you what to do."

As if sensing your disappointment, he continues, "But I can tell you that you should go for it."

"What if she hates me?"

"She could never hate you," he shakes his head, "If anything, she'd respect you for saying something."

"You think so?"

He smiles, "I really do."

You return his smile. Surprisingly, his advice was solid.

Not what you had expected.

You had been expecting a lecture on how to do everything for her and shower her in gifts/affection.

This advice is something you can work with. A bit of a confidence booster to lift your morale.

Now you just have to act.

~

If you weren't so clumsy, this would be much simpler.

You started the day by getting Nami her coffee while she gauged the weather and heading of the ship.

It would've been perfect, if you hadn't stumbled on the stairs leading up to her.

So, instead of a lovely cup of coffee, she got a spectacle of you collapse in a puddle of said coffee at her feet.

"Are you okay?" She asked, staring down at you in concern.

"G-good morning Nami," you bypassed her question. You started to gather the pieces of the broken mug, "I wanted to get you coffee, but, uh, I dropped it."

She smiled gently, "I can see that. Do you need help?"

"Nope! Nope I got it. Bye!"

Obviously that hadn't gone in your favour.

Fast forward a bit, and you’re fishing with Usopp and Luffy. On a day when you don’t have much else to do, you often try your hand at fishing. Sometimes you luck out and catch something.

This time, your hook snagged on an old treasure chest. A small one, but exciting nonetheless.

You clutched it close to your chest so that Luffy and Usopp wouldn’t steal it and crack it open themselves. You called for Nami to see and she ran to your side as soon as she heard ‘treasure chest’.

“Look what I got, Nami!”

Beaming with pride, you broke the rusted lock and flung it open to reveal a small handful of berry and a pair of angry crabs.

Your nose scrunched in disappointment as Luffy cheered, “Sanji! Cook these!”

Your captain grabbed the animals and raced to the kitchen, Usopp close behind him.

Casting a glance at Nami, your dour mood lifted a bit seeing her laugh as she sorted through the berry.

“Sorry, Nami. I was hoping there’d be more than some angry old crabs,” you sighed.

“Y/n, don’t be so hard on yourself! Maybe next time you’ll be luckier,” she grinned as she dumped the seven berry into your hand.

“Oh, you can keep those,” you shook your head.

She tilted her head to the side, “Really?”

“Yeah, I want you to have them,” you smiled, “You deserve them for all the work you do.”

Nami looked away after accepting the coins back into her hand. You might have been mistaken, but you could’ve sworn you saw a tinge of pink dusting her cheeks.

“Thank you, Y/n.”

And now you’re here, in the kitchen once again. The blond cook isn’t here, surprisingly. You’re okay with being alone right now though.

A soft knock makes you lift your head off the table, “Yeah?”

Nami is standing there, in a gorgeous blue bikini with her ginger hair down on her shoulders. You can’t help but smile at her.

“Hey, Nami!”

“Y/n, come suntan with me,” she says, grabbing your arm to drag you out of the kitchen.

“Sure,” you grin.

You often suntan with Nami when you’re in need of rest or some down time. Being underneath the hot sun and next to the hot navigator is always a good time.

“Just let me get my swimsuit on!” You race to your room and get changed before finding Nami outside.

She’s lying on her back, looking peaceful and elegant as ever. She looks up and smiles at you as you approach.

“Y/n! Sanji is making us some drinks,” she grins conspiratorially, “It didn’t take much to convince him to bring us snacks too.”

“Sweet,” you settle down on the lounge chair beside her. “Sorry again about the coffee.”

“It’s alright, Y/n. It’s the thought that counts, right?”

You nod, heart swelling with affection.

Just then, Sanji appears carrying a tray of goodies. He passes your drink to you with a flourish and does the same for Nami.

“Nami-swannn,” he singsongs, “Don’t you think Y/n-chan is looking absolutely divine today?”

You flush with embarrassment. What is he up to?

To your surprise, Nami replies back, “Y/n always looks divine, Sanji.”

You feel like your jaw has dropped straight to the floor. “Do I?”

She levels her gaze at you and beams a smile, “Of course!”

“You always look wonderful too, Nami!” You manage to speak over your giddiness. You cannot believe that Nami thinks you’re pretty! “Your hair looks like sunbeams right now.”

“You’re sweet,” her smile is short-circuiting your brain.

You didn’t even realize that Sanji made himself scarce.

“You know,” she adds. “I was happy you thought of me this morning. And when you found that treasure chest.”

Your heart is hammering in your chest like a frantic tap dancer.

She notices your silence and turns to fully face you. Slowly, she reaches out a hand and entwines her fingers with yours.

Your heart skips a beat before you give her hand a slight squeeze.

Is this really happening?

“I like you Nami,” you blurt out, not at all eloquently.

She smirks, “I like you too, silly. You know you don’t have to buy my love, right? I don’t like you cause you have money, or you do things for me. I like you because you’re you. Kind, caring, badass.”

Tears form, prickling your eyes as she speaks such kind words. She tightens her grip on your hand, “Be my girlfriend?”

You nod, unable to contain your happiness as you sniffle, “Yes!”

She leans over and places her soft lips on yours. You move your lips against hers, not caring who sees. You’re lost in the moment of the first kiss of your relationship.

The first kiss of many.

[keischreiber]

A reminder that Reiner's main goal to be a hero was not to save the world necessarily, but to be accepted by his parents. It's just... if saving the world is what it took to be accepted, he'll gladly undertake hell or high water just to be the hero that he felt would grant him the love, acknowledgement, and acceptance of the people meant everything to him.

So, you know, as I rewatch his scene with Eren during the start of W. Tybur's speech, I can't help but think about this. And how this could have added why he mentioned that he was a bad person. That it wasn't about the environment he grew up in... but that he was just a bad person. Because, if I factor in his desire, I can feel that at the back of his mind... his own selfishness was the reason why they are where they are now. Why so many was killed, why so many innocent people had to die.

It's not just about being brainwashed.

Because remember, he tell Eren that he just wanted to be a hero, he wanted to be respected. Which is true. And while he didn't say it out loud, making it seem like he wanted to be seen as a hero and respected by the majority, he does want the to be a hero to earn the respect of his mother.

Who never once (at this point at least because it was never shown, and based from her personality, probably never did) told him that she was proud of him for any reason. For coming back, for winning the war, for surviving, etc. The most that Reiner probably had in terms of acknowledgment from Karina would be two things: Him becoming a warrior candidate, and him being chosen as a Warrior.

When I think about how Reiner would have felt during his first meeting with his mom after being extracted from Paradis, I feel like crying. (My tears are very shallow for this man. He gets hurt in any way, I cry.) Because if you look at how he was acting when he told Karina he no longer has the Armored Titan... he looked so scared, even apprehensive about telling her, looked so expectant of rejection, looked so expectant of his mom's disappointment... that he couldn't even look her in the eye. This literally screamed to me that during the time he returned to Marley, his mother could have given him a look of disappointment or a lecture on how they had achieved nothing in those six years, threw him a bit of slack because they at least managed to bring back the Jaw. How horrified she must have looked when Reiner mentions that he might be stripped of the Armor. And despite how, she would not lash out at him, she would give him a look that reflects disappointment.

I still remember that scene where they come back from Liberio and Reiner's looking on at how happy his uncle and auntie were when Gabi came home safe, expressed how proud of her they were.

I feel like... during his entire stay in Marley after the extraction from Paradis, he has never been hugged by his mother.

Which is why, as much as majority of the fanbase dislike Karina (god, even TV Tropes had nothing good to say about her), I'm glad she made it out alive. Because it's her acceptance that truly cements Reiner's happiness. It's the one goal he worked so hard to achieve. IF she had died, Reiner will eventually learn to be happy, but there's always going to be a gap there that no one would ever be able to fill.

[smilingangel582]

Can I request a Ler Lyney x Lee Lynette?

Ohhhhooo, I've never done that beforeeee. I'm not really a lee!Lynette stan, but I can try... since she's a cutie and deserves laughter. Sorry if this is short. I usually am not creative with female lees! Cuz i believe they r toughies and amazing lers! hehehe, anyway, hope this is OK for u...

Enjoyyy~

Cats and tickles

"Lynette, how many times have I told you..."

The younger twin sister merely stared nonchalantly at her brother's strict lecture. She kept on sipping her tea, knowing he's disappointed by her extremely inconsiderate diet plan.

"If you eat like this, it might affect the show too"

Her purple eyes glinted. "Then why don't you do the same as me?"

He gave her a look now, and as she attempted to feast on her final dessert he poked her side "Don't. Take. Another. Bite!"

She anxiously felt his pokes rather tingly, and it was dangerous. Activate escape mode.

"No, no, no. " he was slightly playful as he knew she'd flee away from the living room and soon began to grab her sides.

She choked at this, the ticklish touch which her brother loves to exploit so much for punishments. She whined "Pleeease... noho"

"Dear sister, doth mine ears deceive me or did you just laugh?"

She looked away shyly. "Whatever... ahaha. " Soft giggles left her lips as she felt his assault more obviously. Indeed she wasn't the most ticklish, but she wasn't in the mood for revenge, or not yet at least. She wanted to at least let him have his fun. It's not like she hates it.

Although... her dessert is getting chilled...

Drat!

"Lynehehey, nohoho tihihickles..." she giggles as she tries to push his hands away, but he seems too engrossed on the spectacle happening in front of him.

"No way, you defy me and now have the audacity to say you don't want this?" He was being gentle but then again, not merciful.

Eyed widening, he targeted her hips and she was no longer playing nice. With a firm reach to get his wrists he was stopped instantly.

Though he was surprised by her new found strength, he tried to play along "Well? Do you regret it?"

She managed to keep her face cool now. "Hm... perhaps I was too rash. I'll keep in mind to have a better diet"

He smiled fondly now, but he lowered his guard when she pushed him back now pinning him instead.

"But I also plan on getting you back ten folds, my naive brother"

"H-huh? Ahahah wahahait" he was already giggling wearily, he seriously didn't expect Lynette to have strength to attack back, but being gullible he thought she was fighting to free herself.

Drat!

"No, no, no Lyney~"

Augh! That same teasing. Lyney felt insulted, but only louder and frantic giggles came. He can't let her get him as she always did... maybe...

Lynette for the first time shrieked so loud that she was surprised enough to even say anything. He was temporarily frozen by how she made such a loud noise. Were her ears that bad?

This is news...

He giggled mischievously "Whahat in the world was that?"

She was ashamed, her expression changing to a flustered blush, then looking down she was more quiet then ever "I don't know..."

She flinched now with streaming giggles as he was rubbing her ears. Suddenly feeling contented that she's actually feeling the pressure for once from his tickling. Rather than the other way around.

"aHahaha LYNEY! AHAHA..." She cried out now almost as loud as he is. It's a rare sight indeed. Her tears pricked at the corner of her eyes as he soon felt like easing up on the torture though... it was a mistake...

Too late though.

"L-Lynette...?" Her expression was too difficult to read. One minute she was embrassed meanwhile the other minute... she was plotting.

He knew he couldn't have won a tickle fight against her, but... he did realise her ears are bad and could've made it well less one-sided. He now debated whether he could take these chances this time-

"AHAHAHAH LYNEHEHETTE! I AHAHAH SORRY! SORRY! SERIOUSLY!"

Never mind, she's persistent. Of course, this Lynette is...

"Activate revenge mode... Lyney, it's over for you. " she sounded like the terminating robot and feirce at the same time. With that, her continuous drilling under his armpits intensified. Like he got her worst spot, she just did return the favour, so he's not exactly complaining.

"I won't D-DO IT! AHAHAHA, I SWEEEAHAHEAR!"

He did mentally cross his fingers, though, as seeing the adorable blush on her face was worth what he's paying for. Indeed the price is great but the reward is worth it. He might try tickling her ears again, though he should prepare a coffin the next time he does so.

Hehe, sorry for making it a switch... just that I love those two so much.

Ps. Lynette with sensitive ears is Canon! Neehehehe. It's cute! And Lyney's armpits, hahahaha

[stargazing-serpent]

now i'm curious, if crowley didn't want to provoke a fight between elsbeth and morag what did he wanna do? /genuine

First of all, if he'd wanted to provoke a fight, he'd gone about it differently. The scene plays out as follows:

Wee Morag sees the barrel, her expression darkens, telling us she already suspects what's in the barrel (and doesn't like it at all) before she even asks: "What's in the barrel, hen?" Then, there's complete silence for a few seconds before she adds: "Tell me you didn't. Please tell me you didn't" in a tone that suggests she knows a) exactly what's in that barrel and b) isn't angry but a mix of exasperated, upset and disappointed but in a mild way suggesting she knows Elspeth well enough for it not to have been a surprise, and as I stated in that reblog it's giving "we dicussed it, I asked you not to do the thing and then you went and specifically did the thing I asked you not to do".

Had Crowley wanted to cause trouble, there would have been a few seconds of silence in which he could have ratted Elspeth out to Morag, but at the point Crowley says "Oh, she absolutely did. Nice fresh body." it's clear Morag already knows what's in that barrel (Elspeth's guilty silence has already confirmed what she'd been suspecting).

So that was about why I think he didn't want to stir trouble between those two. Now to the actual question.

Crowley loves it when people fight back against oppressors or oppressive systems or in general break rules made up by said oppressors/oppressive systems. Take his reaction to Aziraphale giving Adam and Eve his flaming sword, for example, or his reaction when Aziraphale tells him he did the thing with the halo. He's delighted, and proud, and it always feels like the equivalent to this:

He's been like that towards Elspeth in a nonverbal way since the moment they met her. He absolutely cracks when Azirapahle tries to introduce himself, already preparing for a sermon about Good and Bad, and Elspeth takes the metaphorical wind out of the angel's sails by interrupting his "I'm -" with a very curt, derisive, "English." which catches Aziraphale off-guard and absolutely delights Crowley. He tells her as much when he enters the conversation: "Oh, I like you!". It continues when Aziraphale, once more, tries to lecture Elspeth on the Wrongness of her actions (again) when they meet Wee Morag and Elspeth tells him "You can shove your morals up your arse, Mr McFell" which again - and understandably - absolutely delights Crowley.

So apart from Crowley seeing the complexities of Elspeth's actions and bodysnatching in general - something which, just like Elspeth already stated at that point, doesn't hurt anyone (remember Crowley's words in S1: "Nobody's going to get hurt. Wouldn't be any fun otherwise.") - unlike, for example, stealing from living people etc., he's also very into the whole bodysnatching thing because it's macabre (I said it time and time again, he's one of us true crime girlies), and it's not simply a harmless way of breaking the rules but also an act of rebellion against an oppressive system, too, in a way. All things Crowley enjoys very much.

So while Wee Morag is disgruntled, exasperated and really doesn't like what Elspeth has done, this little interjection is Crowley's way of telling Elspeth:

[casspurrjoybell-23]

Friday Night - Chapter 38 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Lucinda Conners looked much older than River Conners remembered but that's what happens when you go ten years without seeing someone.

Her thin gray hair was so fine that gravity couldn't catch it and the strands floated above her skin.

Deep lines cut into the sides of her mouth and eyes.

From them, River could imagine her signature frown of judgment.

Yet, the expression itself was absent today.

"Is that . . . ?" Wynn whispered in shock.

River had never shown her photos of his parents, he didn't keep any to show but River didn't invite a lot of elderly people to the wedding and as a child, everyone always said he looked exactly like his mother.

"You can go ahead. I'll be there soon."

After a pause, Wynn went inside.

River appreciated her hesitation, but there wasn't much Lucy Conners could do to hurt River anymore.

He'd numbed himself to her snide comments and gut-wrenching sighs of disappointment.

He could handle her now.

The kitten heels she wore barely came above the ground but they click-clacked like any pair of pumps when she walked, coming to stand a few feet away.

"Thank you for the invitation, River."

"Did you bring dad?"

Her eye twitched.

He waited for the frown to settle.

She refused to let it.

"No. He noticed that his name wasn't on the invite."

Her sharp inhale sounded like a hiss.

The first sign of disapproval.

"Neither of us were happy about it but I guess you're the bride in this relationship. Today, your wishes go."

"Thank you."

Educating his mother was the last of River's worries.

He had no plans to lecture her about the harm of applying gender norms to gay relationships.

The argument that arbitrary categories based on sex positions dehumanized his community wouldn't land well with this woman.

So no, he wouldn't correct her.

As the estranged son, that wasn't his job anymore.

"You don't seem very happy to see me," she observed astutely with narrowed eyes.

"I'm curious why you invited me, River."

"You're the one who cares about appearances. I know you expected me to."

Her scoff was sudden and guttural.

It was the closest thing he'd seen to amusement out of his mother in a long time.

River didn't know what to think of it.

"You were never one for propriety, River. Always doing the exact opposite of what your father and I told you to."

River spent a lifetime fighting his parents.

They wasted hours on screaming matches, arguing over the tiniest of things.

It was disappointing to hear that none of his words had stuck.

She had boiled all of his nuanced perspectives and educated opinions down to 'a rebellious son'.

However, Lucinda Conners was being uncharacteristically bold today.

The blatant honesty was a nice change of pace.

Strangely, River respected that.

He decided to meet her honesty with some of his own.

"I didn't want to marry the love of my life with any regrets," he admitted with a shrug.

"I'm not ashamed of him and I want to show him off to everyone. Including you."

A wave of emotion hit him out of nowhere and his small shrug felt better than just letting the moisture in his eyes spill over.

"Dad would have had a heart attack before watching two men kiss," he added, laughing genuinely.

"But I thought you could handle the ceremony."

"I still don't understand you choosing to marry a man or choosing to own a bar or choosing to divorce a decent Christian woman and raise your little girl in a motherless home," she said in a rush, practically gasping to get all the words out.

"But I'll keep that to myself today."

"Good."

Smiling after all that made no sense.

It made no sense at all but River meant it when he told that woman... 'his mother'... that he was glad to see her again.

The two didn't hug 'no conversation could have made them do that' but they entered the church side by side and that was good enough.

[goodtimesyana]

striking a balance- i asked david to house sit while i went to seattle and i asked him what groceries he wanted. smoked salmon, and fresh bread- i'm leaving it on the counter and fully prepared for him to bail on me at the eleventh hour. all i'm going to do differently is put the bread in the fridge instead of leaving it on the counter and i'll ask my sister to pick up my package if it arrives. i'm expecting to be disappointed but will be pleasantly surprised if david decides to be reliable.

this morning i was "someone special" and yesterday i was his bunny again, and he picked me up and kissed me in the parking garage. he told me he didn't want to stay too late because otherwise he wouldn't find the willpower to get out of my arms. it's sort of painfully satisfying, seeing him struggle with his feelings for me- but the truth is that i'm in pain too. i want a peaceful and stable relationship. knowing that he could abandon me at any moment isn't exactly a great feeling. one of the last serious talks we had about our relationship escalated and i said- "what, you've already decided that you're going to leave again?" and he just didn't say a word. and i want to take it as confirmation of my worst fears, but there's also a distinct possibility that in the silence was not a confirmation of my fears but rather an intensely vulnerable expression of his. the truth is that all relationships can end at any second and you'll probably survive and find new ones, and you're always going to have yourself in this world but you're always going to carry around bittersweet memories of people you used to love. and you're always going to wish you'd been different. none of your frantic efforts to avoid abandonment will be sufficient, ever. because the truth is that people can and will abandon you even if you do everything right. it has nothing to do with you. but it's a bitter pill to swallow. nobody really wants to be abandoned. it doesn't feel good and i resent that we have to put a positive spin on being abandoned and relationships with people we love imploding catastrophically or choking on the smog as they die- relationships are not lessons, they're not for us to learn about ourselves or to determine what we like, and what others can do for us. they are sources of love, trust, comfort, and support as you move through the world. they're not tools for your individuation.

and maybe i can say i should just be in a relationship where i can trust the other person to pull through for me- but the truth is that i've never trusted anyone completely, and it's pointless to try, because when you set your expectations that high you are inevitably going to be disappointed. i would maybe trust my mom more than anyone else because she's responsible but i am sure that entrusting her with my house keys would warrant a lecture about something after the fact. but i'm just not a very trusting person. i want to be but i'm not. and everyone disappoints each other. the idea that nobody will disappoint you is a total fantasy- the measure of love is the way in which we take accountability for disappointing others. it's not about an absence of disappointment.

i have enough experiences to last me a lifetime. i want to learn the rest of my lessons by wisdom. i want to learn as many lessons as i can through love and connection and security and curiosity. i don't want to be compelled to change by pain. the pain is going to come anyways. but i don't have to confine myself to a life of suffering and disappointment.

[aellathedreamer]

“Got lovestruck, went straight to my head. Got lovesick, all over my bed”

A look through of Stacy and Edward’s relationship right after he proposed. The royal life, a whirlwind of emotions.

Chapter 13/40

Pairing: Stacy x Edward

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51843736/chapters/131078110

The morning sun cast a soft glow across the luxurious chambers as Stacy stirred from her slumber. The ornate curtains billowed gently, and the scent of fresh flowers wafted through the air. Just as she started to fully awaken, there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Good morning, Your Ladyship," Amelie's voice echoed in as she entered the room, carrying an air of quiet efficiency. "I hope you had a restful night."

Stacy yawned, stretching her arms. "Good morning, Amelie. Yes, thank you, the room is quite comfortable."

Amelie's lips curved into a reserved smile. The attache parted the curtains to let the sunlight pass through and engulf the room. "I'm pleased to hear that. His Royal Highness has requested for you to join him on the balcony for breakfast. He thought it would be a pleasant way to start the day."

Stacy's eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and delight. "Edward wants breakfast on the balcony? That sounds wonderful. I didn't know he had planned something."

Amelie nodded. "Indeed, he thought it would be a nice way for the two of you to enjoy the morning together. I've arranged for a selection of your favorite breakfast items. If you'd like, I can assist you in preparing for the day."

Grateful for the thoughtful gesture, Stacy nodded. "Yes, please. That sounds perfect."

Amelie efficiently helped Stacy freshen up, selecting an elegant yet comfortable outfit for the morning rendezvous. As Stacy made her way to the balcony, the panoramic view of the palace gardens unfolded before her. There, against the backdrop of blooming flowers and the rising sun, a table was set for two. Edward, dressed in a suit that perfectly complemented the morning's serenity, awaited her with a warm smile. The sight of him against the picturesque scene filled Stacy's heart with a sense of joy. "Good morning, darling," Edward greeted, pulling out a chair for her. "I hope you slept well?" He inquires.

Stacy couldn't help but return his smile. "Good morning, Edward. This is such a lovely surprise, and i did."

As they enjoyed their breakfast on the balcony, the sun bathing them in its golden glow, Edward observed Stacy with affectionate amusement. His eyes twinkled mischievously as he took a sip of his coffee."Stacy," he said with a playful grin, "you need to eat up. Your lessons start today, and I've heard Amelie is very strict when it comes to royal protocol."

Stacy paused mid-bite, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. She chuckles softly. "Really? Strict, huh? I thought she seemed nice, a bit aloof though."

Edward chuckled, reaching for a croissant. Remembering his childhood of royal lessons, he could not help but give her a bit of a spoiler. "Oh, she's nice, but when it comes to protocol, she's like a hawk. I once forgot that my father would shake the hand of the delegate and i made the mistake of extending my hand first. My father was cool with it but Amelie wasn't, and she gave me a whole lecture on the importance of maintaining decorum. I was sixteen back then."

Stacy laughed, imagining the scenario. "Well, I wouldn't want to disappoint Amelie. I'll make sure to curtsy with the utmost precision."

Edward feigned a stern expression. "And don't forget the proper way to address the royal staff. Amelie takes that very seriously."

Stacy playfully rolled her eyes. "I'm sure I can handle it. How hard can it be?"

Edward leaned in conspiratorially. "You might be surprised. Amelie has a knack for turning even the simplest royal etiquette into a masterclass."

As they bantered back and forth, Stacy couldn't help but appreciate the lightness Edward brought to the conversation. The impending lessons were undoubtedly significant, but his teasing made the whole affair feel more approachable. "Alright, alright," Stacy conceded, smiling, "I'll be on my best behavior, Your Highness."

Edward grinned, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "That's the spirit. Just remember, Amelie might seem stern, but she's doing it all for the good of Belgravia. I'm sure you'll do great."

—

As Stacy sat in the elegantly appointed study, surrounded by volumes of Belgravian history and protocol manuals, Amelie began to delve into the intricacies of Stacy's new role as Crown Princess. The air was filled with a sense of formality, and Amelie, with her usual poise, embarked on the lesson.

"Your Ladyship," Amelie began, addressing Stacy with a nod of acknowledgment, "as Crown Princess, your role is multi-faceted and carries various titles that signify your position within the realm."

Amelie opened a leather-bound book, tracing her finger along the elegant script. "You shall be known as the Princess of Carpiani, a title reserved for the heir apparent's consort. This title reflects the union between the Crown Princess and the future king, Edward."

Stacy listened attentively, absorbing the weight of each title. Amelie continued, "In the northern part of Belgravia, you will be recognized as the Duchess of Fairbourne. This title signifies your connection to the northern regions of the kingdom and underscores the unity between the crown and its diverse territories."

The attache turned another page, her eyes scanning the text. "And finally, you shall carry the title of the Countess of Balaguer. This title holds historical significance and emphasizes the ties between the royal family and the ancestral lands."

Stacy took a moment to digest the information, her mind navigating the maze of titles and their meanings. Amelie, sensing the gravity of the moment, offered a somehow reassuring smile. "Your name, Stacy Juliette, will be stylized as Princess of Belgravia, or whichever title you may hold at the time," Amelie explained. "This emphasizes your role within the royal family and your connection to the kingdom. It is a tradition that signifies both respect for the past and hope for the future."

Stacy nodded, realizing the depth of the responsibilities that came with her new titles. Amelie continued, "It's important to note that only those born into the royal bloodline carry a Prince or Princess title before their name. For instance, Prince Edward of Belgravia."

Amelie, with her measured tone, broached the topic of the line of succession, a concept deeply ingrained in Belgravian royal traditions. The atmosphere in the study held a certain gravity as she continued Stacy's royal lessons. "Lady Stacy," Amelie began, her expression earnest, "it is crucial to understand the intricacies of the line of succession in Belgravia. Traditionally, the throne is passed upon the male descendant, ensuring the continuation of the royal bloodline through the male lineage."

Stacy listened, her brow furrowing slightly as she absorbed the weight of this tradition. Amelie continued, "This means, in terms of succession, a male heir holds precedence over a female heir. It has been a longstanding practice, deeply rooted in the history of our monarchy."

She explained that even if Stacy and Edward were to have a daughter first, the line of succession would only pass to her if there were no living male relatives. The idea of a male heir, in the eyes of tradition, held paramount importance. Stacy couldn't help but feel a mixture of fascination and reservation about this aspect of Belgravian royal customs. Amelie, recognizing the complexity of the matter, elaborated further.

"This tradition is not meant to undermine the capabilities of a female ruler. It is a historical practice that has shaped the dynamics of our monarchy. However, times are evolving, and discussions about potential changes to these traditions have surfaced in recent years."

Amelie emphasized the importance of adaptability and diplomacy in navigating the nuances of royal customs. Stacy, though respectful of tradition, couldn't help but question the rationale behind such a gender-specific tradition. "As Crown Princess, you have the opportunity to contribute to discussions about the evolution of these traditions. Your perspective and influence may play a role in shaping the future of our monarchy," Amelie added, recognizing Stacy's potential impact on Belgravia's royal legacy.

Amelie, having discussed the intricacies of the line of succession, turned her attention to another sensitive topic — matters of conception. The air in the study seemed to hold its breath as she delicately broached the subject. "Your Ladyship, all matters regarding the conception and potential heirs will be discussed in greater detail closer to the wedding ceremony, which is set to take place at Christmas," Amelie explained, her words measured and respectful.

Stacy, who had been absorbing the weight of royal traditions, let out a quiet breath, a mixture of relief and gratitude for the reprieve. The impending wedding already held a sense of grandeur, and knowing that discussions about matters of conception would come at a later, more private time allowed her a moment of respite. "Thank you, Amelie," Stacy said sincerely. "I appreciate your guidance and the consideration given to such personal matters."

Amelie nodded, understanding the delicate nature of the topic. "These discussions will involve both you and His Highness, ensuring that any decisions made align with both your wishes and the expectations of the royal family."

Stacy couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation and nervousness about the discussions that lay ahead. The weight of royal responsibilities and the intricacies of her new role were becoming increasingly apparent. "As you prepare for the wedding ceremony, you'll have the opportunity to delve into these matters with His Highness and other relevant parties," Amelie assured her, her tone a blend of reassurance and understanding.

After a sumptuous lunch in the palace dining room, Amelie shifted the focus of the royal lessons to a topic that intrigued and somewhat amused Stacy—footwear choices for royal women. The study's ambiance took on a more practical tone as Amelie began her lecture.

"Lady Stacy," Amelie began, "it's imperative for a royal woman to carefully select her footwear, especially during official functions and public appearances. The standard protocol for formal occasions involves wearing heels."

Stacy's eyebrows shot up in a mix of surprise and amusement. "Heels? Really?"

Amelie's expression remained stern, her commitment to protocol unwavering. "Indeed, Your Ladyship. It is a matter of tradition and reflects the formal nature of royal engagements."

Stacy couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of navigating royal events in high heels. "You've got to be kidding me," she remarked with a grin.Amelie, however, continued with her lesson, undeterred by Stacy's amusement. A palace attendant discreetly entered the room, carrying a pair of exquisite Jimmy Choo heels.

"These are the recommended heels for formal occasions," Amelie stated, her tone unwavering.

Stacy eyed the heels with a mix of skepticism and humor. "There's no way I'd be walking in those," she joked, a playful glint in her eyes.

Amelie's expression maintained its sternness. "You will learn how to walk with those." She stated. "It is an integral part of presenting oneself with grace and elegance. The height of the heels may vary, typically ranging from three to four inches, depending on the wearer's preference and comfort."

Stacy couldn't help but appreciate the dedication to tradition, even if the idea of navigating royal duties in high heels seemed daunting. As she picked up the Jimmy Choo heels, examining them with a bemused expression, Amelie continued to emphasize the importance of maintaining a polished appearance. Stacy, ever curious and up for a challenge, slipped her feet into the exquisite Jimmy Choo heels as part of her royal lesson. With an uncertain but determined expression, she took a few tentative steps across the room. However, her attempt at mastering the heels proved to be short-lived.

As she attempted to find her balance, Stacy teetered precariously and, before she could regain her footing, she toppled over, landing with a thud on the cushioned surface of the study. Amelie, maintaining her composed demeanor, approached Stacy with a mixture of concern and a hint of amusement in her eyes.

"Your Ladyship, mastering the art of walking in heels requires practice and perseverance," Amelie remarked, her tone carrying a blend of reassurance and firmness. "It's an essential aspect of presenting oneself with elegance during formal engagements."

Stacy, slightly embarrassed but with a good-natured grin, attempted to regain her composure. "I guess I still have a lot to learn," she admitted, attempting to stand up again.

Amelie's expression remained composed as she continued with the lesson. "Remember, Lady Stacy, as a member of the royal family, the expectation is to wear heels even during various stages of life, including pregnancy."

Stacy's eyes widened in surprise. "Even when heavily pregnant?"

Amelie nodded firmly. "Indeed, it is a part of the formal attire expected in certain situations. It demonstrates a commitment to the role and the traditions associated with it."

Stacy couldn't help but find the idea somewhat daunting. "I suppose I'll need a lot more practice," she mused, trying to stand up once again, this time with more caution.

—

In an attempt to conquer the art of walking in heels, Stacy ventured into the expansive palace corridors to practice. The elegant surroundings provided a regal backdrop for her determined efforts, yet the learning curve proved steeper than expected. Sure enough,she was used to shoes with height however the thin heels of Jimmy Choo's proved to be quite stubborn. Wobbling and nearly tripping, Stacy grappled with the graceful stride that seemed to elude her. As she navigated the corridors with a mix of determination and trepidation, she unexpectedly ran into Edward. The sound of her heels clattering against the polished floor caught his attention, and he swiftly turned the corner to find Stacy in a precarious situation.

"Stacy, what on earth..." Edward began, his concern evident as he reached out to steady her just in time to prevent a potential fall.

Stacy, grateful for the timely intervention, let out a nervous laugh. "I'm trying to break in these heels, but they seem to have a mind of their own."

Edward chuckled, keeping a supportive arm around her. "Well, it seems they're putting up quite the challenge."

Curious, Edward glanced around. "Where's Amelie? She's usually by your side during these lessons."

Stacy, catching her breath, glanced around nervously. "I... um, dismissed her for a bit. I thought I could handle it on my own."

Edward's expression shifted to one of concern. "You can't do that, Stacy. It's protocol for her to be by your side, especially during these lessons."

Realizing her mistake, Stacy sighed. "I just wanted to practice without feeling like I'm being watched all the time."

Edward, understanding but firm, gently guided Stacy to a nearby bench. "You can't dismiss Amelie, especially when it comes to matters of protocol. Let me help you with those heels."

Seated on the bench, Edward carefully removed Stacy's heels, revealing feet that had endured more than a fair share of discomfort. He couldn't help but notice the redness and the strain. "Stacy, you need to be patient with yourself. Breaking in heels takes time," Edward advised, his concern evident. "And you can't dismiss Amelie, she's here to guide you through these intricacies."

Concerned for Stacy's well-being and realizing the impracticality of her endeavor to break in the heels in the palace corridors, Edward made a decisive choice. With a gentle yet firm demeanor, he scooped Stacy into his arms, effortlessly lifting her from the bench. "Edward! Put me down!"

"Alright, that's enough for today. Let's get you back to your chambers," Edward declared, his protective instincts kicking in as he carried Stacy with ease.

As they made their way back to Stacy's chambers, Amelie followed closely behind, her expression a mix of concern and a hint of reproach. Edward, sensing Amelie's disapproval of the display of affection, addressed her as they entered the chambers.

"Amelie, never leave the princess's side, especially during these lessons. We can't risk any injuries," Edward stated, revealing a glimpse of his protective side. "She could've been hurt out there."

Amelie, recognizing the sincerity in Edward's words, nodded in understanding. "Your Highness, I'll ensure to adhere to protocol moving forward. My apologies for the oversight."

Edward carefully set Stacy down in her chambers, ensuring she was comfortable. Stacy, a mix of embarrassment and gratitude, offered a sheepish smile. "Thank you, Edward. I guess I got carried away," Stacy admitted, rubbing her feet with a hint of discomfort.

Edward's protective demeanor softened into a reassuring smile. "It's alright. Learning the ropes of royal life takes time. Just remember, you don't have to do it all on your own."

As the day's events settled, Edward and Stacy found themselves in the comfort of Stacy's chambers, seated on a plush couch, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm ambiance. The air was filled with a sense of relaxation as they caught up on the events of the day.

Stacy nestled against Edward, the two of them sharing a moment of quiet connection. Edward's arm wrapped around Stacy, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy."So, how was the rest of your day?" Edward inquired, his voice low and soothing.

Stacy sighed contentedly, "Besides nearly killing my feet with those Jimmy Choo Choos, It was a lot, but I think I'm starting to get the hang of this royal life, one wobbly step at a time."

Edward chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Stacy's head. "Well, Jimmy Choos' was my mother's choice of footing, and I do apologize for that. You're doing great, Stacy. Learning to walk in those heels is no small feat."

Stacy smirked, "You have no idea. I might need a few more lessons before I can confidently strut in them."

As the evening unfolded, the allure of a warm bath beckoned to them. The tub, filled with fragrant bubbles, awaited in the softly lit bathroom. Edward and Stacy slipped into the warm water, allowing the tension of the day to melt away. Stacy, laying against Edward's chest, felt the comforting embrace of the water. Edward's hand gently traced patterns along her waist beneath the surface."Relaxing, isn't it?" Edward mused, his fingers lightly caressing the curve of Stacy's waist.

Stacy hummed in agreement, the warmth of the water and Edward's touch creating a soothing atmosphere. "It's like a small oasis in the middle of all this... royalty."

Edward chuckled, "Our own little oasis. A moment to escape from the expectations and just be ourselves."

The warm bath had created an intimate sanctuary for Edward and Stacy, where the challenges of the day seemed to fade away. The soothing water set the stage for a moment of shared closeness. However, their peaceful moment took an unexpected turn when Amelie, with an air of formality, entered the room. The sight that greeted her was beyond what she had anticipated. Edward, partially submerged in the water, had Stacy underneath him, their embrace revealing a level of intimacy that startled Amelie. Edward had playfully pinned Stacy's hands above her head, and the two were engaged in a passionate kiss.

"Good gracious!" Amelie exclaimed, her eyes widening at the compromising position she had stumbled upon.

Stacy and Edward, realizing they were no longer alone, quickly separated, their expressions shifting from contentment to mild embarrassment. Water rippled as they adjusted, and Edward helped Stacy sit up in the tub.

Amelie, though maintaining her composure, addressed Stacy with a tone that mixed sternness with concern, "Your Highness, it's crucial to uphold royal protocol regarding intimacy. We must maintain the utmost discretion and decorum."

Stacy, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and surprise, nodded in acknowledgment. "Amelie, it's not what you think. We were just—"

Amelie held up a hand, cutting her off. "I understand, Your Highness, but appearances matter. We must be mindful of how our actions are perceived, especially within the confines of the palace."

Her attache stepped out of the room as they two made themselves decent. Edward plants a kiss on his fiance's cheeks before dashing out of the bathroom with Amelie glaring daggers at him outside of Stacy's bathroom. As the door closed behind Edward and the room returned to a sense of privacy, Stacy, now decent, found herself under Amelie's watchful eye. Amelie, with a demeanor that was a mix of sternness and concern, began to lecture Stacy while helping her dry off and brushing her hair.

"Stacy," Amelie started, her voice devoid of any royal formalities, her tone firm yet sympathetic, "no matter how strong the desire may be, discretion is paramount in matters of intimacy, especially within the palace walls."

Stacy, still feeling a bit flustered from the unexpected encounter, nodded in understanding. "I didn't think anyone would walk in. We were just having a moment."

Amelie continued to brush Stacy's hair with a steady hand. "I understand the desire for moments of privacy, but we must always be mindful of the eyes that surround us, especially within the royal household. The Belgravian press is relentless, and any perceived indiscretion could be exploited."

Stacy sighed, realizing the weight of the responsibility that came with her new role. "I just want to be able to have moments like any normal couple."

Amelie's gaze softened, her eyes reflecting a sense of understanding. "I know, Your Ladyship. I only wish to protect you. The scrutiny of the press can be unforgiving, and we must navigate these waters with caution. You'll thank me later with the press off your radar."

As Amelie continued to impart her wisdom, Stacy couldn't help but appreciate the attache's dedication to her well-being. The intricacies of royal life became increasingly apparent, and Stacy, now more than ever, understood the delicate balance required to uphold tradition, maintain a public image, and nurture the private moments that added depth to her relationship with Edward.