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[curator-on-ao3]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Number One | Una Chin-Riley/Christopher Pike Characters: Christopher Pike, Number One | Una Chin-Riley (Star Trek) Additional Tags: Prompt Fic, Caught in the Rain, canon-consistent as of the end of season one, Starfleet Academy, the Antares, and a leap into an as-of-this-writing season two future Summary: Prompt from dailyau on Tumblr: “I got caught in the rain without an umbrella and an attractive stranger is sharing theirs with me AU.”

Note: Thank you, @dailyau​ for a great prompt! 

[mariaofdoranelle]

Don’t Hold Your Breath

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I hate to post this this late, but I had a weekend from hell and this was the only time I could find to finish this fic and post it. I started writing it a while ago, after being overly excited with this prompt by @dailyau and @yellowmagicalgirl

Warnings: none I think? It’s a little Sleeping Beauty-ish

Words: 1,8k

“I can’t say I wasn’t expecting your visit, Rowan.” Maeve drawled, holding the teapot herself to pour them the infusion. “Still, it’s been so long since I last had an old friend over.”

Rowan held his vessel, using his ice magic to cool his tea. Every movement he made was carefully nonchalant. If Maeve sensed a single rise in his pulse, she’d use that against him somehow.

His family was about to start a war against her, after all.

“Our friendship hasn’t been the same since you tried to kill me.” He gave her a sneering grin. “Was Remelle your last attempt? Or did I miss something?”

Maeve’s mask slipped for a second, allowing him to see her glare and the cold fury it held.

Remelle, Maeve’s spy. She barged into Rowan’s room ready to kill him, but now her weapons must be somewhere by the foot of his bed. He was more than ready to get rid of her, but not while she still had information his family could use.

“Straight to the point, eh?” Maeve’s tone was disdainful, her condescending mask slipping back on. “I know you have a message from your clan, just as you know I’ll have to kill you.”

“Will you?”

It took nothing more than a second thought to break the stained glass adorning Maeve’s walls. The wind burst into the stone castle, Rowan’s magic tearing her throne room apart with wind alone, ripping luxurious tapestries with sharp edges of broken glass, making her lackeys in animal form so scared they ran away, leaving their Queen alone.

It all happened in a matter of seconds, while he sipped his tea. It was too sweet, unfortunately. Rowan looked up, observing with no small amount of pride that while he had obliterated Maeve’s throne room, the two of them didn’t have a single hair out of place.

He sipped some more to hide his smug smirk. The amount of power you have is directly proportional to the difficulty you’ll have controlling it. Rowan hadn’t shown off his skills like this in a few decades, but it looked like he was still sharp.

“You know I’ve demolished castles stronger than yours alone.” Rowan’s tone was relaxed, and he leaned back on his armchair. Everything about him portrayed the words he didn’t say: you know you can’t kill me.

Maeve plastered on a strained smile, her jaw clenched. “Cocky, aren’t you?”

“Just realistic.”

“And I’m assuming I can’t convince you to work with me.”

“I have no need for more money or titles. I’m not turning my back on my family.”

“What about your mate?”

Rowan stiffened, his pulse picked up. He heard it right, Maeve’s knowing smirk wouldn’t be so big otherwise. But she was toying with him, she had to.

He was a prince. He had more money than he could count. He loved his duty as a general. Rowan never, ever thought he’d be so lucky to have a fated mate. There was a limit to what people could be born with, right?

Rowan’s erratic heartbeat and quickened breaths were too loud to hide from Maeve’s Fae ears, and he could barely register her watching him with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“You’re lying.”

“This discovery was an accident. I was looking for her, but the only thing I saw was you.” Maeve drew lazy circles with her finger on the armrest, her smirk predatory. “Let’s say I have unfinished business with her bloodline, but I’m too busy to deal with that now, with your family nagging me all day long.”

“Stay away from her,” Rowan warned, but his voice had a shaky tone that was rare to come out of his lips.

He had a mate, and Maeve was the only way to get to her. Somehow she was wanted by the most vile person Rowan knew, and he had no way to warn or protect—

“We could make a bargain, of course.” Maeve took a sip of her tea. “You could stay out of my way during this war, and we’ll deal with your mate after.”

Abandon his family, and in return receive the greatest happiness ever known to some rare chosen Fae, the ones blessed enough to have a mate. Rowan got up and took a step back, feeling dizzy all of a sudden.

Maeve’s smile grew. She knew she had him.

“Do you, Prince Rowan Whitethorn of Doranelle, accept to be kept away until your lips touch your mate’s?”

He blinked, a sinking feeling in his stomach. Did Rowan have any guarantee he’d kiss his mate while being kept away? Mate. What did being kept away entail?

Mate. Rowan had a mate.

But Maeve wanted to kill him, and there would be no mate if he died from blindly agreeing to a bargain.

“That’s some sketchy wording, Maeve.”

She smirked, her darkness surrounding him. “Take it or leave it, Whitethorn.”

He’d have to be kept away, and would only be free when his mate kissed him. Rowan was sure this meantime wouldn’t be comfortable, the same way he knew he wouldn’t know peace until he found his mate, now that he knew he had one.

“I’ll do it.”

And that’s when Maeve’s darkness engulfed him.

~~

“Do I look like a sexy version of Queen Maeve?” Lysandra checked her reflection on her phone and twirled around the renaissance fair’s First Aid Station Aelin was working at.

Using shape-shifting abilities to do cosplays should be considered cheating, but Lysandra’s magic was so rare they didn’t have rules for that.

“I don’t think The Ancient Queen’s dresses had that kind of cleavage, Lys.”

She booed. “The judges will love it.”

“I’m sure they will.” Aelin rolled her eyes. “Just take off the fangs and pointy ears.”

“Oh, come on!”

Aelin sighed. Sometimes Lys got so excited with her shapeshifting abilities, she forgot that races aren’t costumes.

“I’m going to expose you on Twitter if you don’t take it off.”

“Fine.” Lys shape-shifted into the exact same form she had before, but without Fae traces. “Do I look good as a human Faerie Queen now?”

“You look amazing. Now go away.”

“Ouch!”

Aelin gave her friend a pointed look. She was on call as the renaissance fair’s nurse, ready to assist the visitors. And instead of enjoying the event, Lys had been at the same dull place, chatting with Aelin for hours.

The stone castle was open for visitors for the first time after being unused for 400 years, the fair being in its gardens while people took guided tours inside. Aelin thought it was cool at first, but now she felt an unusual tug in her chest every time she came to work.

All she knew was that Prince Rowan Whitethorn’s disappearance was the last straw to start the war that killed Queen Maeve, 400 years ago.

The Royal Family made sure Prince Rowan was remembered, but Aelin always wondered why they kept Maeve’s castle closed for so long. Until she felt that strange tug in her gut.

Aelin!

The shout came as a warning before Ress, from the security team, barged into the First Aid Station.

“There’s an unconscious body inside the castle.”

Aelin jumped from her seat, grabbed her medical bag and hopped on the golf cart waiting for her. It wasn’t as fast as an ambulance, but the faster a four-wheeled vehicle could go inside an event like this.

“Did you call an ambulance?”

As qualified as Aelin was, there was only so much she could do outside of a hospital.

“A visitor did,” Ress replied, “but you can get there faster.”

After a small ride and two long sets of stairs, Aelin didn’t find a patient, but the crowd that gathered around one. Ress pushed them aside to let her inside the room, and she thanked Mala the security team had kept the visitors away from the patient.

Tending for an unconscious person with a crowd was chaotic, to say the least.

Aelin ran the patient’s way, kneeling by his side. He must be a cosplayer, given the clothes.

Lysandra gasped near her. “You need to save him. He’s too hot to die!”

Aelin stiffened. “What are you doing here?” she snapped while checking the male’s pulse. Or lack thereof.

Ress raised both hands in surrender. “She was with you for so long, I thought she was a patient under observation!”

Aelin rolled her eyes and started the compressions, the heel of her palm against his sternum in the rhythm of the song inside her head. He. Got. My. Heart. Beat. Skipping. Down. 16th. Avenue.

“Which Whitethorn do you think he’s cosplaying?” Ress asked Lysandra in the background.

“I don’t know,” her friend replied, “they all look the same to me.”

After thirty seconds of CPR, she pinched the male’s nostrils closed, sealing his open lips with hers to give him a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

When she placed her hands to restart the chest compressions, she felt his rib cage expanding.

Unconscious Hottie was breathing. Aelin’s shoulders dropped in relief.

In a matter of seconds, his breathing was normal. Way too strong, considering his previous state. His eyes blinked way too fast.

A recovery this quick could only mean his blackout was caused by magic.

Aelin left the CPR position and sat by his side, just helping him be more comfortable while the male came back. If he still needed medical assistance, only a magical healer could help him now.

“My mate,” he breathed.

The Fae slowly sat up with Aelin’s support, but he didn’t seem to mind his own fragile state. His eyes were blown wide, aimed at her, his breath ragged.

"How long hath I waited for thee, my soul’s mate?" the silver-haired Fae asked with a desperate, longing gaze.

Aelin was kneeling by his side, her mouth hanging open. God, this cosplayer was good. But how did he get back to his role so fast? People can’t fake their heartbeat stopping, right?

“Hey, is everything alright?” She squeezed his shoulder. “What happened? Did someone poison you?”

The male didn’t answer her. Instead, despite his weak limbs after the incident, he kneeled before Aelin. He bowed his head and raised the sword strapped to him with both hands, the same way people were portrayed making vows in very old paintings.

“As a prince of grace and dignity, I, Rowan Whitethorn of Doranelle, doth pledge to thee my love, my sword, and my service, from this day forth. Even when this world is forgotten, a mere whisper of dust between the stars, I shall hold thee dear in my love."

Holy rutting Mala.

Aelin’s mouth fell open, a wave of coldness spreading from her core and numbing her thoughts. She was always ready for the unpredictable, but did he… did he just—

“Ae.” Lys cleared her throat. “Did this total stranger just propose to you?”

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Standing Right Here | M.YG

Pairing: Business Management Major!Yoongi x Business Management Major!Reader  Warnings: NSFW, Fluff, Kissing, Use of Alcohol, Body Shots, Hidden Relationship, Rich Boy!Yoongi, Interracial Realationship  Genre: College AU, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Angst  Rating: 18+  CWC: 0  Summary: As the youngest son of the Min family, Yoongi is forced to follow in his father's footsteps to help take care of the family business. Yoongi goes about his college life with his head down, keeping to himself but one encounter outside with a classmate changes Yoongi's view about his life. When Yoongi's father catches wind, Yoongi is giving an ultimatum that will change his life forever. Will he make the right call or be left standing alone?

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still believe in fairytales

Summary:

Inspired by the prompt from @fraysquake on @dailyau : "Our flats are opposite each other and your kitchen window faces my kitchen so we always see each other making coffee at 3am." Barry and Caitlin are neighbors who are both hurting, both stuck in the past. Can they help each other move on and find a new future together?

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[mosylufanfic]

The Proposal

A prompt taken from @dailyau, submitted by @yellowmagicalgirl, because I sure do love me an arranged marriage, no matter who’s arranging it.

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The Proposal

The sound of the key in the door made Caitlin look up from her latest attempt to convince her daughter to eat. "Cisco? You're early."

"Hey," her neighbor said, coming with a drinks carrier and setting it on the table. "Yeah. I, uh, I called out from work today."

"Called out," she echoed. "Are you feeling okay?" She almost got up and felt his forehead, but he looked fine. 

"No, I'm fine. I swear. I just had a last-minute appointment."

"With who?"

Cisco never called out from work. Just like her, he needed every penny, including the money she insisted on paying him for looking after her thirteen-month-old daughter in the evenings while she worked. Although he kept telling her that he'd pay her for the chance to hang out with Eva. 

"Tee!" the baby squealed, drumming her hands flat on the high chair's tray. "Teetee!"

"Hiiiii, punkin," he crooned to the baby. "Hiiiii, whatcha got for num-nums today?" He leaned down to peer at the little jar of baby food on the table. "Pumpkin? Really? Grim, Caitlin."

"You're the only one who calls her that. Anyway, she loves it."

Eva squealed and shoved her fingers into the blob of orange puree on the tray, smearing it everywhere. 

"Sure, to finger-paint," Cisco said. 

"No, sweetie, the spoon, use the spoon." Caitlin picked up the baby size spoon and guided it to Eva's fingers. She grabbed the spoon and started whacking the tray with it.

Cisco snorted with laughter. 

"Stop, she needs to eat something before I leave."

"Hey, Tio's here," he said, pulling up a chair. "I'm on it. Go get changed for work."

"I have - " She checked the time. "Forty-five minutes before I need to leave."

"Yeah, I know, but I gotta talk to you about something."

"What is it?"

"Go get changed first. Don't worry. It's not bad." He swiped a finger through the smear of pumpkin on the tray and popped it in his mouth. "Mmmm. See that, Evita? Num num pumpkin."

Eva babbled happily and imitated him. Caitlin opened her mouth to say, The spoon - and then thought, never mind, it's more important she gets fed. She went to her bedroom. 

Even though he'd said it was all right, Caitlin fretted as she changed into her work clothes. What did he mean, not bad? Maybe he'd gotten a better job and couldn't look after Eva anymore. Maybe he was moving. Maybe - 

She shook her head. She'd survived the car crash that had killed her husband and brought Eva into the world nearly two months early. She'd survived letting go of her lifelong dream of being a doctor, because Eva was more important. She even survived working at a seedy bar every night. Whatever Cisco had to tell her, she could survive.

By the time she finished her hair and makeup, Eva had eaten her fill and Cisco was cleaning her up. He was so good with her, Caitlin thought. He and Ronnie had been buddies since they'd moved in, and he'd been over so often in those dark days right after Ronnie's death and Eva's birth. She was pretty sure she would have lost her mind without him, both from grief and from the stress of her baby in the hospital. 

It worked out that his coffee-shop gig and her bartending job were almost perfectly opposite each other. He took care of Eva in the evenings, and when she got home, she would slip into his apartment, pick up the baby, and take her home. What would she do without that arrangement?

What a lot of other young mothers did, she lectured herself. Find childcare and keep moving.

"Mama," Eva said, stretching out her chubby little arms toward her. "Mamamamama."

She came in and kissed her hair. "Eva. Evavavavavava."

"Go?" Eva scowled and batted at her work clothes, the skin-tight jeans and black tank top with the bar's logo, and her push-up bra shoving her breasts nearly to her chin. She was starting to associate that with her mother leaving for the night.

"Not yet." Caitlin unhooked her from the chair and hoisted her in the air. Eva squealed and kicked.

Her happy baby. Caitlin snuggled her close for a moment before taking the two steps necessary to her tiny living room and setting Eva in the playpen with all her favorite toys.

"So," she said, sitting down at the kitchen table. 

"So," Cisco said, sitting opposite of her. "Oh, hey, here." He passed her the hazelnut latte he often brought her from work, where he got them free.

"I thought you didn't go in today."

 "I stopped by for next week's schedule and grabbed this, since I was there."

"They're not moving you to evenings, are they?"

"They'd never. I'm the only opener who's not stoned fifty percent of the time."

"So what is it?"

He fiddled with his own cup, flicking his thumbnail over the edge. "Uh, I'm not sure where to start."

"The beginning usually works."

"Smartypants." He sighed. "Okay, so I guess the beginning is, uh, my family."

"I didn't know you even had family." He was never away for holidays. They'd done Thanksgiving together two years in a row, first with Ronnie there and then with Eva. 

"I do, it's just I went low contact with them years ago. Practically no contact. But anyway, uh, my grandfather died."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. He was an old assh- uh, an old jerk, like all of them." Now that Eva was starting to talk, Caitlin had asked him to watch his language. He mostly remembered. "But um, he - he was a rich old jerk. And he left me some money."

"That's amazing!"

"Don't get too excited for me yet. It has strings. Actually one big string. Huge. Like, picture a bowline on the Titanic, that's the size of this string -" 

"Cisco," she interrupted. "Focus. What's the string?"

"In order to claim it, I have to be married."

"Married?"

"And have a kid. Yeah."

"Is that even legal?"

He shrugged. "They did something lawyer-y, with a trust and stuff. I don't know. But yeah, they can do that."

"Why?"

"I did mention he was a jerk, didn't I?" He fiddled with his cup some more. "They want to control me. That's basically it. This is not a surprise, by the way. The minute I came out, it was all, 'okay, you like guys too, but why don't you just focus on dating girls? Think what people will say.' They don't seem to care who I like, really, their priority is being able to pretend to the world that I’m straight."

"That's awful."

He shrugged and flashed a brittle grin. "That's my fam!" He drank more coffee. "So, you see how this bequest is working. And, like, my first instinct was to tell them to go f- to take a flying leap, but . . . it's kind of a lot."

"How much?"

He told her.

She sucked hazelnut latte down the wrong tube, and coughed and wheezed for so long that even Eva peered at her, concerned, over the side of her playpen. "That's - that's how much he was worth?" she spluttered, carefully dabbing at her watering eyes. God, her eye makeup was probably a mess. "Your grandfather?"

"No, that's my portion of it. My brother and my pop and my uncle and his kids are getting similar chunks. But they're all safely married and reproduced."

She goggled at him. With that kind of money, he wouldn't have to work a day in his life. He could build his beloved inventions all day and all night and never have to worry about if they sold or not, he could just do whatever he wanted.

What would that kind of freedom be like?

". . . yeah," he said. "And honestly? I still kind of wanna tell them all to take a long walk off a short pier. But I feel like that's exactly what my abuelo wanted me to do, you know? So they could go, 'look, we offered.'"

"Yes," she said softly. "Yes, I see that."

"Yeah, I thought you might."

"But Cisco, you don't have any children. And you're not dating anyone. Are you?"

"Right, no. But." His eyes sparkled. "My appointment today? Was with a lawyer. And he found a loophole. Kind of."

"I knew it couldn't be legal."

"Oh, no, it's legal. Yeah, that was the first thing we talked about. But the loophole is, it doesn't say anywhere that the kid has to be biologically mine."

She frowned at him. 

He looked over into the living room, at Eva in her playpen, happily bashing blocks together. Then back at Caitlin, raising his eyebrows. "So? Will you marry me?"

"What?" she shrieked, and Eva looked up again. 

"Will you marry me?" he repeated.

"You want me to marry you to get around your grandfather's will - "

"And collect a shitload of money and say fuck you to my entire family - "

She didn't even remind him about his language. She was too lost in shock.

"Hey," he said. "Hey. I know Ronnie's only been gone a year. I know he was the love of your life. I'm not asking for anything you don't wanna give. But Caitlin, come on. Think about this. Marry me, just for a few years. We'll find a way better place to live together, and team up raising the pumpkin over there while she's still little. Then when she's older, we have an amicable divorce and stay friends. What do you say?"

This was crazy. "Cisco, I - "

"I'll give you half."

The words died in her throat.

"You could pay off all the hospital bills from the accident," he said. "You could go to med school like you wanted. You could buy a house, even. One with a yard, in a good neighborhood. And you could get Evita in one of those really good preschools. The ones that, like, send babies directly to Harvard."

She stared at him. Ronnie had proposed to her on their anniversary, both of them dressed to the nines, with candlelight and wine. Cisco had proposed to her at her kitchen table, which still had a stray smear of baby food, while she was wearing her horrible skanky work clothes. 

And there was the minor, insignificant detail that Ronnie had been proposing a life of love together. Cisco was asking her for a fake marriage, one with divorce already planned.

But among all the reasons yelling No! in her head was a tiny voice saying, But what if yes?

"I know this is nobody's fairy tale," he said. "I don't need an answer now. Soon-ish, but not right this second. Just think about it, okay? Take some time and think about it. Let me know."

"Okay," she said faintly.

She did think about it, all through her shift, while men leered at her tits and her ass, while she had to cut off drunks and fend off gropers. 

When she got home, bone-tired, she didn't go directly to Cisco's apartment like she usually did to pick up Eva. Instead, she went into her own place, opened up her computer, and looked at the program with all her bills, all her debts, all the interest compounding itself month after month.

The insurance payout from the accident was long gone. The money she'd once saved for medical school was almost down to nothing. She was treading water as hard as she could, but still sinking.

She pressed her knuckles to her mouth and thought about the ludicrous, insane number that Cisco had told her earlier that evening. How all these debts drowning her wouldn't even make a dent in it. 

Then she got up and changed clothes before going across the hall to Cisco's apartment. 

His shift usually started at five am, but he often woke up when she came over, no matter how quiet she was being. So she wasn't surprised when his bedroom door opened as she was gathering up Eva's diaper bag. 

"Hey," he said, pushing sleep-frizzy hair out of his face and adjusting his glasses. His voice was husky with tiredness. "So, chicken was a hit again at dinner but steamed broccoli was a no-go, and honestly I can't blame her. We had a little blowout situation right before bedtime, but I got her cleaned up and put her in the spare jimjams there." He gave a jaw-cracking yawn. "Bottle at bedtime, couple of stories, and she was out."

"Thank you," Caitlin said. "I want a pre-nup."

He blinked slowly, scratching his belly. "A what?"

This probably was a terrible time to be having this conversation, while she still stank of smoke from the bar and Cisco was only half awake, and they were both whispering to avoid waking the baby. But Caitlin had the feeling if she didn't do it now, with the specter of those red numbers dancing behind her eyes, she would lose her nerve. 

"A pre-nuptial agreement," she said. "If we get married. I want a pre-nup."

He squinted at her. Eva squirmed and mumbled, "M'ma," into her sheets.

"Is this a yes?" he said.

"This is me stating my terms for a yes."

He blinked again, said, "Hang on," and went into the kitchen. He opened the fridge, got out a bottle of water chilled to teeth-cracking coldness the way he liked it, and took a deep drink. When he put the cap back on, he looked a little more alert. "Okay," he said. "Pre-nup. Yeah. We can do that. You just want it down on paper? You get half and I get half?"

"I don't want half," she said. "Just enough to pay off the hospital bills and what I'll need for med school. I don't want any more."

"Hey. No. Come on. The deal was half."

"I don't want it," she said. "That's your money."

"It was my abuelo's money, and he didn't even really want me to have it."

She shook her head. "All the more reason you should keep as much as you can."

He squinted at her. "That's it? Really? Your bills and your tuition?"

"That's not a small amount. And I'll be living off you while we're married."

"No, I'll be taking care of you, because that's what married people do. And what you want is small next to what you're turning down." 

She picked at a piece of fuzz on her shirt.

"Caitlin," he said.

"I don't want them to think I'm a gold digger."

"Them who? My family? Who cares about them?"

"I just don't, that's all." That was part of it, but it wasn't all. She couldn't explain how it made her feel, Cisco thinking he needed to buy a marriage, when he could have anyone he wanted with just one of his smiles. 

He went over to the fold-up crib that had a permanent home next to his couch, reached in, and ran his hand over Eva's curls. "What about her?"

Eva mumbled, "Tee-tee."

"What about her?"

"She's my favorite baby. I wanna do something for her besides just like, room and board. Come on. Daycare? Preschool?"

She hesitated, but he had a point. Both of those could be ruinously expensive. "Daycare and schooling until I get out of residency," she said.

"How long is that?"

"She'll be well into elementary school by that time."

"Okay. Yeah. You got it. So." He adjusted his glasses and took another drink of water. "So that's it? You're in?"

Was that it? Was she really going to marry her friend for money?

Not for money. For bills paid off, medical school taken care of, and for Eva having two parents while she was young and the kind of childhood that she wasn't getting now.

She nodded. "I'm in. I'll marry you."

He came over and hugged her. It wasn't the first time. He hugged often and well. But it was the first time she thought, I'm going to marry this man, he's going to be my husband . . . as she hugged him back.

And if the sensation of his body against hers and his arms around her made her stomach flutter, well, she just wasn't going to think about that. 

He kissed her cheek, and his glasses got momentarily tangled in her hair. "Whoa," he said, working them loose. "Sorry. But thanks. Seriously, thanks so much."

"It's not like I'm not getting something out of it. Can your lawyer friend draw up the pre-nup?"

"Sure, yeah, I'll call him." He went and wrote it down on the whiteboard that normally held his grocery list. "Once we got that taken care of, what do you want? Courthouse?"

"Courthouse is fine."

"Okay. We can talk about all that tomorrow. Sorry to kick you out, but I gotta open in three hours, so - " He yawned again. 

"You're still working?" she asked, scooping Eva up and settling her against her shoulder. The baby squirmed for a moment, sighed, and clutched Caitlin's shirt in her tiny fist. 

"Much as I want to throw my apron in my manager's face, who knows how long it'll take the lawyers to shell out. Did you already quit?"

"No, of course not. I know it can take awhile," she said, thinking of how long it had taken for the insurance company to pay out after the accident. "But you hate that job."

"Not any more than you hate yours. But I got like twelve dollars in checking. I'm not quitting until that first set of zeroes hits." He came over and gently covered Eva's one exposed ear. "But I might tell Mr. Extra Dry Cappuccino to go fuck himself."

FINIS

[wannabesewcrafty]

Crushing It (Part 3)

Fandom: Debris (TV)

Notes: Concluding this AU fic from a prompt via @dailyau. Tagging @fluffbruary because it’s fluff! (Will go back and add links to the previous parts!)

Finola couldn’t find her green sweater. She had searched her room twice for it to no avail. Her next stop was Dee Dee’s room. Her little sister had called out that she was going to take a shower. Finola could be in and out with Dee being none the wiser. But when she approached her sister’s door, she heard Dee’s voice as she talked on the phone.

“The Spring Fling has come and gone. You better show up.” There was a pause while Dee Dee listened to a reply. “Well, that’s a step in the right direction.” Another pause. “Yes. Today. After school.” She snorted. “I’ve given you everything you need. Wait…”

Finola drew back and held her breath.

“I thought I heard something. I’d better go. Bye.”

Finola waited a moment before deciding to knock on her door. “Dee Dee? Are you decent?”

The younger girl flung open her door. “Yeah. I…changed my mind about the shower.”

“Okay.” When Dee Dee didn’t share anything else, Finola decided to pretend she hadn’t overheard anything. Confronting Dee Dee would probably make them both miserable and late for school.

“Have you seen my green sweater?” she asked instead.

“Um, I think Dad threw it in the wash.”

Finola pulled her lips back into a grimace. She hurried to her father’s bedroom and found a laundry basket of clothes. Her sweater sat on top of the pile. She gave it a delicate sniff. It hadn’t been laundered yet. Breathing a sigh of relief, she rescued it from the basket. Next week was her turn to do the laundry, so she would wash it then.

She hurried back to her room with her find and picked out a gray sweatshirt to wear to school instead. She had just finished slipping it on over her head when she heard Dee Dee’s footsteps thundering down the stairs.

“Fi, the bus is coming! Let’s go!”

Exhaling an annoyed sigh, Finola followed her sister downstairs to meet their school bus.

-*-*-

At school, Finola could barely concentrate on her classes. The partial phone conversation she had overheard that morning played through her mind.

Something was going on with her little sister, and it would be happening after school. But when, exactly, and where? And, she thought, with who?

When the final dismissal bell rang, she jockeyed to be among the first students to leave the building. If she could catch Dee Dee and talk to her, or just keep an eye on her until—

“Hey! Finola!”

She started at the familiar but very unexpected sound of Bryan’s voice. She looked in the direction of the student parking lot to her right. He stood next to his black motorcycle parked in a visitor space near the front of the school. He waved an arm over his head in greeting.

Her worry over Dee Dee overshadowed her pleasure at seeing him, but she went over to him anyway. “Bryan, hi.”

He immediately saw that something was troubling her. “Something wrong?” he asked, his own expression sobering.

“It’s Dee Dee,” she admitted. “She might be in some trouble.”

“What?”

Quickly, she explained what she had learned that morning. “I thought I could catch her…” she added, her voice trailing off as her eyes scanned the departing students.

She felt Bryan lay a hand on her arm, drawing her attention back to him.

“Finola, can we talk?”

She opened her mouth, ready to point out that this wasn’t the best time, but something in his eyes told her not to refuse him. She simply nodded.

-*-*-

They sat down on the curb in the shadow of one of the classroom buildings. Bryan was silent for a moment before he began.

“Dee Dee’s not in any trouble,” he assured her. “I was the person she was on the phone with this morning.”

Finola’s lips parted in surprise. “You?”

He held up a hand. “Let me finish. It’s…why I’m here. She was…egging me on, to put it politely.”

Jones nodded. Now that her fear and anxiety had abated somewhat, she did wonder what Bryan was doing at her school.

“I was going to ask you if I could give you a ride home today. But, seeing what you’ve gone through, I’ll just get to it.” He took a deep breath. “I heard that your senior prom is coming up. Would you…would you be interested in going with me?”

She could only stare at him while he fidgeted under her silence.

“The school year is almost over,” he continued. “I’m not going to be Dee Dee’s tutor for much longer, so, we figured it was now or never.”

“‘We?’” she echoed.

He put a hand to the back of his head while a rueful smile crossed his face. “Your sister’s a perceptive person,” he explained. “She could tell I had a crush on you.”

Finola heard her blood roaring in her ears. She felt light-headed. Was this real?

She thought again of Dee Dee’s remarks on the phone in light of this new revelation that Bryan had provided. It made her smile, and then chuckle, which soon became a fit of giggles.

After a few minutes, she got herself back under control, and she laid a hand on Bryan’s shoulder to steady herself.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” he pointed out.

“Yes,” she replied. “I would love to go to prom with you. And, yes, I would be glad if you could give me a ride home.” She studied the happy, relieved grin that broke out across his face before adding more gently, “And, yes, I’ve been crushing on you too.”

He smiled softly at that before reaching inside his leather jacket and pulling out two white slips of paper. “I’m really glad to hear you say all that because I bought the prom tickets yesterday.”

“Ah. Was that ‘the step in the right direction?’”

“Well, I think we both know that Dee Dee is a smart young woman.”

She replaced her hand on his shoulder with her cheek as she leaned into him, and she felt him put an arm around her as the shadows lengthened on the ground before them.

-*-*-

Back at her house, Dee Dee was fixing sandwiches for dinner when she got a text from Bryan. It was a selfie of him sitting on his motorcycle with her sister behind him, both of them grinning. The photo was accompanied by two words. “Mission accomplished.”

She smiled to herself and began assembling a third sandwich.

[kasiopeiae]

Saint Knickers

The first installment of Christmas in July!! Christmas in July is a set of 4 (individual) one shots that center around Christmas and our favorite fluffy duck. I imagined short haired Harry for this piece because he really serves up the romcom feels, yeah? Enjoy and let me know what you think 🎄😍🎄

[jayhawk-writes]

So here I am, minding my own business on a Saturday morning and @gleefulpoppet sends me the cosplay prompt below. (I already had planned to write a one-shot for my completed fic Outlined on My Finger, Printed in My Heart, as well as a chapter for my current WIP Braid of Gold.) And I’m like, “Fuck I just thought of something. Damnit!” Because this RIDICULOUS story just popped into my head and now I HAVE to write it for this week’s GFF prompt. I hope you enjoy “Nerds” and this completely not typical portrayal of one Mr. Kurt Hummel and his new friend.

Gleefulpoppet Prompt: “We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people want photos of us in compromising positions and oops now we’re kissing.” GFF Prompt: “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to need—” “A plan?” “No! Codenames! Cool ones!” GFF Words: Plan, Codenames, Dorks

Title: Nerds 

Beta: @teddyshoney

Word Count:  5078

Summary:  Kurt decides to move away from home for college to a much more liberal town than Lima. So what if it happens to be the same place his favorite team is? That’s just icing on the cake. He fully expects to go to classes and make friends. What he doesn't expect is to meet the love of his life in the most unexpected of places while wearing the most unlikely of outfits.

You can read it HERE on AO3 or HERE on FF.net.

NOTE: NERD is NOT a derogatory name, nor am I using it that way. I am a proud nerd and will always be a nerd. This story will showcase a lot of that nerdiness, as well as some self-indulgent college basketball love of mine. (This story is fiction for a reason...just go with it.) Plus, I’m at a con this weekend (being VERY safe I promise) and this was just kismet that the prompt and this story came to me when it did.

Corresponding pictures below the cut!

Kurt’s House in Lawrence

Engagement Ring

Campanile at KU

Bronze Jayhawk in front of Strong Hall

Weeping willow by Potter Lake on KU campus

[dailyau]

six years ago,

in the long since passed time of november two thousand and fourteen, lucy sat upon nicole’s bed and created this blog, which inexplicably both still exists and remains active most of the time. which is wild to think about. anyways, over 4500 posts, 1 extra admin (nicole was added april 2016!) and 39,500ish followers later, here we still are! thanks so much for following us, submitting prompts, writing stuff, and generally being awesome. hope you have a good day! ~Nicole

(tl;dr: our blog is 6 today and you’re important to me!)

[averbaldumpingground]

They could have met at the the dog park (him with his hyper cairn terrier, her with her lazy, old vizsla), or by the rowing machines at the gym (her headphones blasting death metal, him halfway watching the news). They could have met at the grocery store (he felt up all of his peaches, she sniffed tomatoes and stared, for too long, at canned soup), or in a line at the Starbucks (her texting memes at her sister, him contemplating the extra whipped cream), or at the trivia night at the bar (she got the sports questions right, he put his English degree to good use). They could have met but they didn’t (she threw her old dog a frisbee, he got his produce delivered). She wondered what he would be like. He thought she had a nice smile.

[myulalie]

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[chibinightowl]

Turn Around, Bright Eyes

THIS. I’ve had this song stuck in my head for days now and I fully want to blame @tanekore for it because someone had to message me about the prompt and then that turned into us watching the music video on YouTube and wondering what kind of rabbit hole did the director fall into because damn. 80s glam meets 80s goth. Anyway, this is the reason why I posted the first chapter to Stranger Than Fiction yesterday. Enjoy!

~*~*~

It’s rare that Jason works the night shift at the coffee shop, but one of the gals is trying to salvage her relationship with her girlfriend and who is he to say no to three hours where all the tips go directly into his pocket instead of having to split them? His bills don’t pay themselves. Besides, he’s on spring break so it’s not like he has to study right now. Just a few more weeks and he is done. Two degrees in hand and life can move on. This part of Gotham always slows down once all the businessmen and women leave for the suburbs and their white picket fences or little townhouses. Jason’s not entirely sure how the other side lives and it really doesn’t bother him too much right now, even if it is kind of a dream of his to have a place he can afford on his own one day. Hell, he’ll settle for not having to live paycheck to paycheck. The coffee shop closes at nine to make the most of the evening stragglers and things start to die down pretty fast after eight, so Jason starts cleaning up, making a point to scrub the bakery case to his satisfaction since he has to turn around and open in the morning. He cranks up the volume on the radio and gets to work, singing occasionally as the whim takes him. The station is doing some 80s at eight thing, so he’s happily belting out lines from songs he used to listen to with his mom back in the day. Bon Jovi. Journey. Some Ozzy and even AC/DC. Jason loves the hair bands. Always has and probably always will. He’s mopping the floor when Bonnie Tyler comes on. His mom loved this song and he used to on a show for her, dancing and singing around their studio apartment, because it always made her laugh. Somethings are still habit. Jason grips the top of the mop like he would a microphone and sings at the top of his lungs. “Every now and then I fall apart! And I need you here tonight. And I need you more than ever. And if you’ll only hold me tight, we’ll be holding on forever...” He dances around with the mop as his partner, not caring in the slightest that he’s doing a piss-poor job of washing the floor.

“Once upon a time I was falling in love, but now I’m only falling apart. There’s nothing I can do, a total eclipse of the heart.” His voice drops as the song nears the end and he closes his eyes, crooning into the end of the mop. “Once upon a time I was falling in love, but now I’m only falling apart. There’s nothing I can say, a total eclipse of the heart. A total eclipse of the heart. A total eclipse of the heart. A total eclipse of the heart.” “Turn around, bright eyes,” a second voice finishes the song for him. “Jesus shit!” Jason flails wildly and drops the mop when he spots Tim standing there behind him, looking just as worn out and rumpled as usual, but this time, he’s grinning like a loon. “Hi,” the young businessman says. “You’ve got a great singing voice.” This is not exactly how Jason wants to see the man he’s been kinda sorta crushing on for the last month. “Shut up,” he mutters and bends over to pick up the mop. Tim laughs at him. “No, you really do. I mean it.” “Whatever,” Jason replies. His ears are burning from embarrassment. “What are you doing here so late?” “Late night fix,” Tim says easily. “What about you? I’ve never seen you here at night before.” “Covering for one of the gals. At least this way I know all the nightly clean-up is done right.” Jason heads to the back, turns down the radio, then washes his hands. Returning to the front of the shop, he spots Tim already leaning against the front of the counter. “So what can I make for you? Still take a triple shot at night?” He knows Tim’s morning order by heart. It never changes. “You clean the espresso machine yet?” “Nope. Figured some caffeine junkie would sucker me at the last second.” Jason crosses his arms and winks. “I’ll have you know I only take one espresso shot at night,” Tim replies primly, but he’s still smiling, and his pale blue eyes are dancing in amusement. “Right,” Jason drawls as he gets to work. “You must be planning to sleep tonight then.” “It does happen on occasion.” Jason doesn’t even ask what kind of work Tim does for Wayne Enterprises. It has to suck with the odd hours he keeps. He pours coffee into a large take-out cup and dumps the single shot of espresso into it. Something tells him Tim isn’t going to stay like he does in the morning with him on those days he calls Betty and has her bring an extra breakfast pocket for him along with Jason’s. True enough, Tim accepts the cup without a word and pays cash, dumping the change in the tip jar. He grins at Jason’s questioning glance over the fifteen buck tip. “I got a show, remember?” Jason’s ears start heating up again. “Anyone ever tell you you’re a little shit sometimes?” “More often than you’d think since my best friend calls me that all the time. Besides,” Tim pauses and leans in close. “It takes one to know one.” Dear God, does Jason ever want to close that gap and just kiss him. He can’t be mistaking the signals Tim is throwing off and he’s fairly certain the man is staring at his mouth and…

Tim’s phone starts ringing.

The moment passes as Tim hastily backs away, a hint of red dusting his cheeks. “I, uh, I need to get that.”

Jason nods quickly. “Yeah. I’ll, uh, see you Wednesday morning?”

The grin that Tim shoots his way as he walks out of the shop with his coffee is blinding. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

[twotales]

Dr. Ass

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Characters: Radek Zelenka, Rodney McKay

Rating: M

Word Count: 1732

Tags:  Fic Prompt, Kissing, Alternate Universe - Sexy Optometrist, Glasses, Unethical Medical Practice, Optometry     

Read On A03

Prompt: "I need new glasses and you're the optometrist running my vision tests, but your good looks are really freaking distracting." Prompt By: @dailyau

“Zelenka?”

Radek tilted his head up from the magazine. “Yes?”

“We’re ready for you.”

Radek nodded and stood, maneuvering carefully around a few chairs, only to turn and bump his knee against the door frame.

“Kurva,” Radek hissed.

The tech’s eyes widened. “You okay?”

Radek rubbed his knee before following the tech to the room, “Physically yes, but I fear sting of embarrassment will last for some time.”

The tech laughed and gestured toward the chair. “Don’t worry, you’re not the only one with failing eyesight around here.”

Radek chuckled as he sat down. He removed his glasses so the tech could shine a light into his eyes before they had him press his forehead to a device.

“Look at the target in the center and press the button every time you see a light appear.” The tech went through a few other tests before they stepped away. “Alright, the doctor will be with you shortly.”

Radek nodded as they shut the door. Radek slipped his glasses into his pocket and leaned back in the chair, settling in for a long wait.

A broad blurred figure barrelling into the room had him snapping to attention. The door practically slammed shut behind them. “Dr. McKay," he said.

Radek blinked several times. The voice sounded quite annoyed as if even a simple introduction was a waste of his precious time. “Dr. Zelenka,” he intoned.

He heard McKay sit, the mobile stool squeaking from the action. “Sure, sure,” the doctor dismissed him, the man rolling closer.

Radek frowned. How rude. Dr. McKay pulled a contraption over his head, jostling him several times as he adjusted it. Radek clenched his teeth as the man gripped him a little too harshly. He growled as the device dug into the bridge of his nose.

“If you continue shoving me around like ragdoll," Radek hissed, "I will be returning the favor happily.”

McKay removed his hand, his stool squeaking as he leaned back. “Happily, huh?”

Radek squinted his eyes at McKay's amused tone. “Quite, happily.”

The doctor chuckled, his blurry frame shaking. "Fine, I’ll be gentle.”

Despite the mocking tone, his words had Radek’s breath stuttering. His fists tightened at the softer touch as McKay adjusted the device. “Not for you though." Radek shivered as the man spoke quietly near his ear, “I can’t have you shoving me around." His voice colored with even more amusement, "I bruise easily.”

Radek let out his breath and smiled. “Ah, yes, I would not expect any less. Especially considering how inconvenienced you are by my mere presence, a complete stranger.” He held up his finger. “A patient, no less.”

“Most of the sheeple don’t call me out on it.” McKay shifted on his stool, “Now,” a blinder went over his right eye. “Tell me Zelemka. Which is better? One or two?” He switched the lens.

“Zelenka,” he huffed. “And two.”

“I’ll never remember that. Three or Four?”

Radek rolled his eyes. “Three.”

“Okay. One or two?”

They went through each lens until the picture on the far wall became crystal clear. McKay rolled into his field of vision, “How’s that look Zalaka?” He watched him with piercing blue eyes, a lopsided smirk plastered across his handsome face. Radek's eyes widened as he took in the man's stocky frame, his arms crossed over the wide expanse of his chest, the action making his shoulders seem even broader.

McKay raised his brows. “Zaloka?”

Radek cleared his throat, “Is perfect.” he tried not to stare at the man’s chest and thick stomach as McKay uncrossed his arms. “The name is Zelenka.” He wet his lips, “Dr. Ass.” Radek’s mouth went dry as the man barked out a laugh.

McKay shook his head and stood. "I think you're my favorite patient." He pulled a curtain of letters down.

“You must be a glutton for punishment, then.” Radek tilted his head, “Considering…” Radek’s breath caught as the light shifted when he walked by. McKay’s shirt was so tight he could see his nipples and the curve of his belly. He breathed through his nose willing his body to stop reacting.

McKay lifted his chin. “Considering what?” He pointed. “Read off the letters starting from-” he rolled his hand, “Blah, blah, the usual.”

Radek's lip quirked, “Considering that you bruise so easily.” Radek's chest tightened as McKay flashed him a crooked grin.

McKay gestured at the curtain, “The letters Zelapka.”

Radek’s eyes dragged away from McKay’s mouth. “Right, letters.” He licked his lips as he imagined rubbing his cheek against the stubble on his jaw. His cock twitched. How good it would feel to have the wider man surround him, push him down onto a mattress, and-“

Dr. McKay snapped his fingers. “Come on, I don’t have all day.”

Radek blinked the thoughts away. “E, H, N, D, F, N,” his eyes drifted back to McKay. “F, I, X, K,” the man’s face snapped toward him. Those bright blue eyes locking on him had his stomach flip-flopping. Radek looked down his broad frame, lingering over the expanse of his chest, “O, Z, O, T, P.” His voice dropped a few octaves. His eyes landed below the man’s belt. “O, P, M, F, I, A.” Sweat beaded on the back of his neck as he stared at McKay's crotch.

“Seriously?” McKay snapped.

Radek's eyes flashed up to his in panic. Did he know?

“What the hell was that?” McKay frowned. “I thought you said it was perfect.” He pointed at the letters. “Can you really not read them?”

“Ummm.” Radek looked back and sighed at his inaccuracy.

Radek tensed as McKay strode toward him. "Is this thing broken again?" Radek sucked in a breath at the feel of the other man’s shoulder brushing his. McKay pulled the device off his face, turning his world blurry once more. Radek tensed as his space was invaded, "Is a lens out of place?" he could feel the man's breath puffing near his face, could feel the weight of his body next to him. "Or are you just dumb-um-oh-.“ Radek stared helplessly at McKay, his face burning.

Radek shivered as a large hand pressed gently against his heated cheek, “Dr. McKay?” Radek breathed out shakily, his eyes locking onto McKay’s mouth.

“You’re into me?” Disbelief colored McKay’s voice.

Radek's eyes shot to his, “Uh-”

A chuckle rumbled out of McKay. “And I’m distracting you this much, huh?” His tone turned smug, his thumb rubbing enticingly on Radek’s cheek.

Radek's heart beat frantically.  “I don’t know what you are speaking of."

McKay’s head tilted. “You're a terrible liar,” he said in amusement before pressing those lips against his.

McKay'd lips were slightly chapped, a rough hand running up his spine. Radek's brain short-circuited as McKay’s fingers gentled, trailing into the curling hairs at the back of his neck. The man pulled him closer, his tongue brushing Radek’s bottom lip. McKay groaned as Radek opened them, their tongues twisting and curling together. Radek gasped as McKay slid one arm behind him. Radek's hands gripped McKay's shoulders as he was pulled tightly against him. The other man tilted Radek's head back further, his body surrounding him before he plundered his mouth. Kurva. Their scruff scraped together, the two of them pulling each other tighter. Radek moaned as their hardened cocks brushed against each other.

McKay's fingers tightened in Radek’s hair, ripping their mouths apart, “Fuck,” McKay gasped, the two of them sucking in lungfuls of air. Radek whined in disappointment, trying to pull the man back, his fingers digging harder into McKay’s shoulders. McKay grunted at the pressure but remained firm. “Not here, not here,” he panted. He pushed him back into the chair. “Let’s,” he said, “Let’s just finish your eye exam.”

Radek nodded, trying to regain his mental faculties. “Yes. Of course.”

McKay put the device back over his face, sitting out of Radek’s vision as they continued the exam. Kurva. He couldn’t stop thinking about the feel of McKay’s tongue sliding against his, those thick fingers gripping the back of his neck, the solidity of his shoulders beneath his hands. He shuddered and tried to adjust himself inconspicuously.

The rest of the exam was a blur, Radek was almost surprised when McKay removed the device. He slipped his glasses back on. He looked over at McKay and swallowed thickly, pushing his anxiety away before reaching into his pocket.

“Alright Zaloonka, we're done here.” McKay looked over his chart, a crooked smirk tugging at his lips.

Radek rolled his eyes. He was such a sucker for a cocky bastard. He pulled his business card out, holding it toward McKay. “Radek,” he said.

His doctor shifted closer, taking the proffered card quickly. “Rodney.” His cheeks flushed, "I just want to say before you leave, that I don’t normally do that, just so you know.” The man looked away, his fingers rubbing together at his side. “As a rule, I never get involved with patients, actually. It’s just wrong.” His mouth fluttered as his eyes snapped back Radek's, his hand raised toward him. “Na- not that what we did was wrong,” the man blinked rapidly, “In fact, it was very not wrong, the complete opposite of wrong.” his ears started turning red. “It was very very right.”

Radek tried not to smile at the man. Hmm, maybe not as cocky as he thought.

Rodney rocked his body. “I mean," he rolled his hand, "It was wrong from a professional standpoint, but I still want to do it again.” He cleared his throat and snapped his fingers. “In fact, you need to request a different doctor.”

Radek’s chest tightened at how adorable the man was while rambling. Kurva. He needed to leave before he kissed him again. He took a breath to calm down. Radek nodded and stood, moving toward the door. “Sounds like good call." He raised his brows, "As my current doctor’s bedside manner leaves much to be desired.”

“Oh, ha-ha,” Rodney’s bright blue eyes gleamed as he flicked Radek’s card and puffed his chest out. “I’ll show you my proper bedside manner,” he raised his brows, “if you want.” He wet his lips. “Zemlemka.”

Radek tilted his head, a smile flitting over his face. Rodney seemed confident but Radek could see the nervousness behind his eyes. He raised his brows, “Call me and find out.” He paused in the doorway and looked over his shoulder.

“Dr. Ass.”