#girl what is the protocol for friends who have just had babies

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

ok new question! if I text my friend who just had her baby to ask if she'd like me to bring over dinner for her and her husband sometime this week, and she's the kind of person who only texts back if stuff is like, work related, how many days do I give it before i make a decision on whether it's cool to take then dinner or not

[tightjeansjavi]

Slow Hands | Chapter 3 “trust me to trust you”

A/N: I sat on this story for awhile as I’m already figuring out how I want to develop the plot. I can tell this is going to turn into another passion project for me as I love the idea of post!outbreak domestic Joel and finding love in his late age. This chapter you get a little glimpse into what outbreak day was like for Beanie. Please remember that the nature of this fic will have dark themes. I will mark the warnings appropriately, but please read with caution. 🖤

~word count: 5.2k~

Pairing | Joel Miller x f! Reader

Summary: early winter mornings, fear of the past, a felt fawn, and Maria’s egg casserole.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence from outbreak day, mentions of loss, carnage, brink of death, depictions of a knife wound, PTSD, panic attacks, trigger responses, mentions of a firearm, I am no expert on the subject but I have done some research as I know it’s a delicate topic, angst, Joel is struggling to adjust to living a domestic life, anxiety, feeling like an outcast, grumpy old man! Joel, shy! Joel, kinda mean! Joel, sunshine reader, flirting, fluff, awkward situations, reminiscing on the past, reader has no physical descriptions and is from Texas, reader has a nickname (beanie bc y’know coffee beans) no age gap, vulgar language, slow burn, this is a fic that takes place post-outbreak so please keep in mind that there will be dark/triggering themes, but to also remember that it is not the main plot line for the story. Please read with caution. (+18) minors dni!

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It had been over 20 years since outbreak day, when your world and life as you once knew it, turned to flames and ash before the frightened whites of your eyes. Your coffee shop, Cuppa Smiles, was your little slice of heaven. You had put so much love, dedication, and passion into your establishment. Your coworkers were friends from college that were just looking for a change of pace from their 9-5’s just like the next person.

They all tried to kill you, whatever they were now. It had happened all so fast, and even now on the quietest of nights, you could still hear their snarls and animalistic growls. You could still remember the frightened screams, the chaos and destruction as a Boeing 747 collided into the earth and burst into flames, debris falling from the explosion, hitting those who were fleeing, and those who were no longer living. You remember tumbling along the concrete, rolling like a sack of potatoes as you struggled to breathe. To your direct left was a truck flipped over on its side.

Through the harsh ringing in your ears, you could make out two male voices on the other side of the truck. The one man was holding a young girl to his chest who couldn’t be more than 12-13 years old.

“I’m sorry, baby, I know, I know.” The man’s tone was urgent, rushed and laced with fear as he held his daughter close.

“We gotta get off the street!” The other man shouted desperately.

“Tommy!”

“Head to the river! I’ll find a way. Get her outta here, Joel! Go!”

Joel.

Joel.

Joel..Miller?

The last time you saw Joel Miller, all you could remember was the fear in his eyes, before everything around you went black.

When Tommy and Maria Miller discovered you on the outskirts of Jackson, looking like you were all skin and bones as you slipped off your horse's saddle and into the cool dirt. Your body was exhausted, your resources were spent and now you just hoped that you would die peacefully. That was until a strong pair of arms were gently lifting you from the dirt as your body laid like a limp fish.

“D’ya think she’s still breathin?’” Tommy asked his wife as she was quickly checking your pulse.

“Barely. She must have been riding for days out in this heat.”

“She showin’ any signs of bein’ infected?” Tommy knew the protocol of bringing in stragglers from outside Jackson, and if you were found to be infected..

Maria made quick work to check your body for any signs of a bite mark. She took sudden interest in a large bloodstain through the tattered fabric of your shirt. She gently lifted the fabric from the hem to discover a gruesome sight. What appeared to be done by the work of a sharp blade was a long semi deep, gnarly gash carving from your abdomen, up your torso, curving under your left breast and wrapped around your ribcage to your left shoulder blade.

“Fuckin’ hell. Someone tried to carve her up?” Tommy asked in disbelief as his wife gently pulled the hem of your shirt back down.

“Raiders, no doubt. She’s not infected. I can’t find any bite marks, but one thing’s for certain though, this woman has been through some hell.”

It was well over an hour till sunrise when Joel Miller lumbered out of his home, shovel in hand and bundled up fiercely in multiple thick layers to protect his skin from the harsh biting cold. His plan was simple, head over to your house down the street, shovel your walkway, and ask you to accompany him to breakfast. It really was quite simple, but despite that he was running a script over in his mind on exactly what he wanted to say to you.

Hey Beanie, was wonderin’ if you’d like to accompany me to breakfast?

Wait..what if she declines? Then what are you gonna say?

Uhh..

Oh, well that’s alright! Maybe another time? No pressure or nothin.’

What if..she thinks it’s strange that you’re shoveling her walkway at the crack ass of dawn?

Jus’ doin’ my neighborly duty. Besides, it’s jus’ a friendly favor, y’know cause we’re friends?

I sound like an idiot.

Maybe I should just..start off with saying good morning?

I’m hopeless.

Joel grumbled to himself as he trudged through the snow. The whipping wind bit at his exposed skin but he welcomed the chill without a complaint. The harsh elements were just another reminder that he was still alive and breathing.

The outside of your home was just as he expected it to be, quaint, yet quirky. He imagined that in the summer months your front porch would be scattered with flowers and plants. The mailbox just outside your gate was crooked and could definitely use a fresh coat of paint, and the wooden gate was a little creaky, but nothing he couldn’t easily fix. He was already making a little mental note of everything he wanted to fix on, and around your home.

The snow was a few inches deep, it stopped just below the top of his boots. His back already screamed a dull pain up his spine as he bent down with the shovel and got to work. The pain he felt in his muscles was just another reminder that he was still alive.

He gritted his teeth together, jaw clenched as he worked through the first section of your covered walkway.

You never considered yourself to be a heavy sleeper even before the apocalypse. A door slamming, or pots clinking in the kitchen sink at your long since abandoned apartment was all it took to stir you from your slumber. Now, even in the safety of Jackson, your brain was always ticking. What could be lurking behind that dark shadow across the street? Realistically, nothing. It’s just your brain playing a dirty trick on you. A branch outside your window snaps, it’s just the wind. It’s just the wind because it’s storming out, and a strong wind can break even the sturdiest of branches. That noise you heard in the dead of the night? It was just an animal. Maybe a raccoon or a screech from a barn owl. It wasn’t a clicker. You were safe, so why couldn’t your brain just..turn off? Why was it still stuck in this survival mode when nothing inside Jackson’s strong walls could hurt you.

This sound in particular was different. It was unfamiliar, and unfamiliar meant danger. Scraping, grunts, more scraping; man. The hairs on the back of your neck were standing up as you shot out of bed like a bat out of hell. You kept your shotgun next to your bed because well..you could never be too careful. You never had a reason to use it, but it brought you some form of comfort that you didn’t realize you so desperately needed until Tommy experienced your triggers firsthand when he had accidentally snuck up on you while your back was turned to him behind the counter of your shop. The last time he had seen fear struck that deep inside one person, was the night Sarah died in Joel’s arms. So, Tommy lended you a shotgun as an apology.

He’s out there. He’s trying to get me. I have to run. I have to hide. He’s found me and he—he’s going to take me away.

Your brain was screaming at you as you crept down the steps. Every step you took you feared would be your last. It had been sometime since you experienced an episode as severe as this one. Other times you were able to talk yourself back down to logic. Sometimes you’d resort to unbridled violence, usually on a sack of sugar. This time, you felt as if you had no control over your body's current state. It was as if you were reliving—

Joel had his bad ear facing towards your front door. Between the pain in his back, and the scraping of the metal shovel along the concrete, he wasn’t able to detect the front door creaking open.

His back was facing you as you shakily pointed the barrel of your gun at what you thought was an intruder. Due to the low light from the sun barely peeking over the mountains, all you saw was a darkened figure bent over in the middle of your walkway. Had it been brighter out, perhaps you would have recognized the lone figure to be Joel.

Your ears were ringing loudly as the inner voice inside of your brain was demanding you to shoot. Shoot him and then run, and never look back. Your breath grew shallow as the figure slowly turned around to start on the next snow patch..and then immediately froze.

Joel dropped the shovel with a heavy clank as he slowly raised his hands above his head to show you that he was no immediate threat to your safety. “Beanie? Hey, it’s alright darlin’ it’s just me.”

He’s lying

Your entire body was trembling at the top of the steps as Joel hesitantly took a few steps forward. “Darlin?’” I’m gonna need you to lower the gun now, okay? You’re safe. It’s just me. Nothin’ out here is goin’ to hurt you.” He spoke softly, yet firmly. He kept his hands where you could see them in direct view. He was close enough now that even in the low light, he could see the frightened whites of your eyes as you stood there, unblinking.

“I’m goin’ to take another step towards you, okay? Please don’t shoot me.”

Don’t trust him. He’s one of them. He’s here to hurt you. He’s playing a trick on you.

“Joel?” You stuttered shakily as you finally found your voice.

His heart sunk deep into the pit of his stomach when he picked up on just how terrified you were. He knew it wasn’t directly because of him. Something had happened to you, he knew the look on your face all too well, and it was a good thing he knew how to act calm in a dire situation such as this one.

“Yes, it’s Joel. It’s just me darlin.’” He responded as he took another step towards the foot of the steps leading up to your front porch.

“D—don’t come any closer, please.” You uttered just barely above a whisper as you kept the barrel of your gun trained on him.

“Okay. I won’t come any closer, but I need you to trust me to trust you. Do you understand what I’m saying to you Beanie?” He was careful with his choice of words. Anything too sudden might end up with him potentially getting a bullet to the arm or thigh. Not the chest, please. He silently thought to himself.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I trust you to not shoot me, so I need you to trust me to approach you. Okay? We can do this in baby steps. I just really need you to lower the gun, okay?” His eyes locked on yours as he gave you a reassuring nod.

You blinked a few times as your hands shakily lowered the barrel of the shotgun to the floorboards. Something in you suddenly clicked as the realization of what you had just done, more-so almost done, hit you like a freight train and suddenly you were crumbling right before his eyes.

He let out a visible sigh of relief when your gun was no longer aimed at him, but as soon as your body crumbled to the ground, he jumped into action. His gloved hands were gently wrapped around your shoulders as he spoke softly, yet urgently to you. “Beanie? Hey, you’re alright. You’re alright. I’m right here. You’re safe. You’re safe.” He felt like in those crucial moments it was necessary that he repeat himself just in case you didn’t hear him the first time.

Your eyes were frantically searching his own, pupils dilating under the low light that the early winter morning sky had to offer. He was holding your shoulders so delicately, as if you were fine bone china that would shatter just upon glancing at it. He could feel your muscles trembling under his loose grip. He could feel a hint of anger bubbling in the deep pit of his stomach. The same anger he experienced when he found Ellie— “d’ya..wanna take some deep breaths with me maybe? Or we could count? Sometimes I try’n pick a spot on the wall or somethin’ or count the steps it takes me to get from point A to point B. S’not the best method, but it helps bring me back down to earth.” His tone was so soft, sincere and genuine. If you weren’t such an emotional fucked up wreck, your heart would be melting into a puddle by now.

“Joel..I’m so sorry I-I—didn’t know it was you. I thought you—I thought..” You struggled to articulate a cohesive sentence as his espresso brown eyes bore into yours. He gave you a reassuring nod, and a gentle squeeze along your shoulders.

“Hey, it’s alright. I know you weren’t g’nna shoot me. You were just frightened. Your mind was probably playin’ some trick on you.” He murmured as his thumb was gently stroking back and forth across the fabric of your pajamas on your shoulders. “Y’sure you don’t wanna count?”

“Does..it actually help?” You whispered timidly.

“Sometimes..all depends on what it is that’s triggerin’ me.” He softly responded

“Can you start..please?”

“Course I can darlin.’ We’ll start at Ten.”

“Nine.”

“Eight.”

“Seven..”

“Six.”

“Five..”

“Four.”

“Three..”

“Two.”

“One.” You murmured in unison.

“Y’feel alright with me helpin’ you up? We can stay down here. S’alright with me.” His arms were fully enclosed around you now. He smelled better than you expected. Of course it helped that Jackson had an abundance of hygiene products available; soap being at the top of the list. He smelled earthy, rugged with a hint of minty freshness..toothpaste maybe.

“I really wasn’t going to shoot you..something just came over me and..I couldn’t stop myself.” You admitted softly.

“Would have been real hard for you to shoot me with the safety on darlin.’” He stifled a chuckle as he could see from the angle he was crouched down at, the safety on your rifle was in fact on. “Who gave you that rifle anyway? Someone outta teach ya to use it..never can be too careful.”

“Tommy gave it to me a few years back.”

“Ah. That does sound like somethin’ my brother would do.” He slowly stood to his feet as he offered you his gloved hand to help you up. “These floorboards are pretty damn wobbly. I can take a look at them when it ain’t so cold out? They probably started warpin’ from the changes in the weather. Might have a few boards that are rotted out.”

“Anything else you wanna fix on my house?” You teasingly asked as you grasped his hand, allowing him to help you up from the current sitting position you were in.

“Honey, I’ve got a whole mental list goin’ on in my head right now. The flood boards could end up bein’ a safety hazard if I don’t check ‘em sooner, rather than later. Your mailbox could use some sprucin’ up. Nothing a bit of paint can’t fix, and your gate is a little crooked. I’d uh—I’d be happy to do it though.” He was rubbing the back of his neck nervously with a sheepish look on his face.

“A whole list, huh? Is that why you were over here at the crack ass of dawn?” There was a ghost of a smile on your lips as you wrapped your arms around your chest to block out the bitter chill.

“Well, I gotta put my carpenter skills to good use somehow, right? Actually..I just woke up this mornin’ and wanted to do somethin’ nice for ya. Y’know after you came over and returned the mug..plus, I couldn’t really sleep all that much. I rarely do these days. Anyway, I’m ramblin’ yet again. The main reason I shoveled your walkway is cus’ I was goin’ to ask you if you’d like to accompany me to breakfast?” His face was flushed, and his cheeks were rosy, but he was certain it wasn’t because of the biting chill.

“You came all this way to shovel my walkway, and find an excuse to ask me out to breakfast?” You couldn’t help the smile that was slowly forming over your lips. It was crazy to think that just five minutes ago you were a complete cluster fuck of an emotional wreck, and now you were smiling like a fool because Joel Miller was proving to you that even in an apocalypse, chivalry was alive and well.

He ignored your question, at first. It wasn’t on purpose, he just was more tuned into your active shivering, and the way you tightened your arms across your chest in a weak attempt to block out the early morning chill.

“Are ya cold?” He asked with a soft rasp. He didn’t allow you the chance to answer as he was already slipping his warm suede jacket off and placing it over your shoulders.

“Thank you..” you whispered in a soft response.

“Of course. I’d feel pretty fuckin’ shitty if I caused ya to catch a cold out here.”

“And I’ll feel the same exact way if you catch one as well. Do you..want to come inside? I can put a fresh pot on?” You were already gesturing to your front door with a soft tilt of your chin in that direction.

“Let me just finish up with your walkway, and then I’d love to join you for a cup of coffee.” He was already heading down the steps to grab his discarded shovel.

“Wait! Joel, your jacket? Don’t you want it back?”

He glanced over his shoulder at you with a tiny grin playing on his lips. “Nah, s’alright darlin.’ The cold ain’t real botherin’ me anyway. Now please, go inside before you actually catch a cold.”

You weren’t one to argue at this early in the morning, and especially when you had yet to indulge in your cup of coffee. You slowly bent down and picked up your rifle and slung the strap over your shoulder before heading back inside. As soon as Joel heard the click of your front door closing, he continued on with shoveling the rest of your walkway.

The coffee grounds were just beginning to steep when he had quietly entered your home. He politely left his boots along the doormat next to yours. He didn’t want to be a rude houseguest and track in any snow. The first thing he noticed about your interior style was that you were anything but a minimalist. You had all sorts of picture frames hanging on the wall. Some were photographs but the others were paintings. Realism, portraits, landscapes, anything your heart desires, you painted it.

He especially took interest in all your knick knacks that were scattered in a clay bowl on the table in the entryway. Old keys, coins, lighters and paper matchboxes. Figurines, tiny porcelain coffee cups. The pads of his fingers brushed over a tiny felt fawn that was sitting atop of all the ‘clutter.’

“Ah. I see you found my bowl of treasures? Well, some people would probably call them junk, but I’ve always been a collector of oddities. Although, I wouldn’t really call them oddities. I think the proper term would be keepsakes?” You had two mugs of steaming coffee in your hands as you approached him. His jacket was still loosely hanging off of your shoulders as he looked over at you.

“Where did you find all of these treasures? Have you been collectin’ them through the years? Ellie’s obsessed with this kinda stuff.” He set the little felt fawn down gently as he reached for the coffee mug. Your fingers gently brushed against one another as he gingerly removed the mug from your hand. “Thank you, by the way. For uh, the coffee.”

“For the most part I have found all of these pieces on my own. Tommy actually found that felt fawn a few months ago. He knew it would bring a smile to my face. Do you want to take it home? I’m sure Ellie would love it. That’s kinda the whole concept of the bowl y’know? When I have guests over, I want them to pick something from it that really speaks to them. As you can see the bowl is quite full, considering I don’t get much company around here.” You brought the rim of your mug to your lips, softly blowing on the rising steam before you took a cautious slow sip.

“Oh, I couldn’t do that Beanie. I don’t wanna take somethin’ from ya that makes ya smile. That was awfully nice of my brother. Y’guys pretty close then?” He was gently leaning his weight back against the edge of the table, ankles crossed as he took a small sip from his own mug. For a split second you couldn’t help but feel the soothing domesticity from the moment you were sharing. Joel’s thick woolen socks, his flushed cheeks from the cold paired with his coat resting along your shoulders. There was something so tender to it all.

“Joel, I insist. Please, take the fawn and give it to your kid. I even have a little box for it so it looks like it’s a present. I’m sure she’ll love it. Anyway, Tommy and I are close. I suppose you could lay it out that way? I owe my life to him and Maria..they were the ones who took me in. I haven’t been outside Jackson since.”

“‘Course you got a little box for it and everythin.’ Alright, I’ll give it to El. You haven’t been outside Jackson in that long?..” He asked with genuine curiosity. He didn’t want to come across like he was prying either. He wanted you to open up to him not because he forced you to, but because you felt comfortable enough around him to show your vulnerabilities.

“I’ve only been outside the town one another time and that was when we found the coffee bean plants in the Colorado nursery. Tommy and Maria were with me of course and—” You paused, remembering how freaked out they were when you started to panic out of the blue. Neither of them could calm you down, and you passed out in Tommy’s arms.

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anythin’ you don’t wanna tell me, alright?” He reached his freehand out and gently placed it along the side of your wrist, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Let me..go get that box for Ellie’s fawn. Did you still want to do breakfast?” You set your mug along the table, you had barely touched it.

“If you’d like to. I’d thoroughly enjoy your company, and you ain’t lived till you’ve tried Maria’s egg casserole, darlin.’” He was grinning boyishly over the rim of his mug.

Man, was he handsome.

“Sounds like her egg casserole is to die for then. I’ll just grab that box, and then get dressed. You alright with hanging out here by yourself for a few minutes?”

“I think I can find a way to keep myself entertained till then.” He assured you.

“Perfect.”

Joel waited until you had disappeared upstairs before he let out a deep sigh as he looked down at the little felt fawn. His brow furrowed as he was deep in thought over what had possibly happened to you when you went outside Jackson with Tommy and Maria. He could connect the dots and piece the puzzle together, and the blaring answer was something bad had happened. What exactly? Now, that was going to take a little bit of time.

You came back downstairs a few minutes later. Dressed in some worn out jeans and a sweater made of pure sheep’s wool. Joel’s jacket was resting along the crook of your arm as you handed him a little felt box that went along with the fawn.

“Keep my jacket. I’ve got plenty at home.” Was the first thing that he uttered as he took the felt box from you and gently placed the fawn figurine inside before tucking it safely away in his pocket.

“Joel, I can’t do that. I’ve got plenty of jackets here as well.”

He wanted to tell you to keep it because he liked the way it looked on you. He kept those thoughts to himself for the time being.

“Alright, I won’t fight ya on it.” He shrugged.

“Good, cause you’ll lose every single time you try.” There was a playful edge to your tone as you placed the jacket back around his shoulders.

“Is that a challenge?” He mused, with his eyebrow quirked upwards.

“Nope. It’s facts.” You grinned.

Yeah, we’ll see about that.

More of Jackson’s residents began to emerge from their homesteads at the shrill sound of the breakfast bell chiming from the mess hall. Joel had respectfully offered you his arm as you descended down the porch steps, and past your crooked gate. You obliged to his offer, wrapping your gloved hand around the crook of his elbow.

You had never felt so many pairs of eyes on you since living in Jackson. Curious, envious, surprised, disgusted? Those were the types of looks you encountered from a handful of Jackson’s residents. The looks you received were mostly from women, and even though the world had ended, jealousy was still brewing.

It wasn’t everyday that Joel Miller came strolling into the mess hall with a pretty thing on his arm. You stood out like two sore thumbs, but it seemed like neither of you were paying much mind to it. Joel was used to the stares. People around here didn’t know much about him, other than the fact that he was Tommy’s older brother and Ellie was..like a daughter to him. They’d see the scars on his hands and arms and split like a sundae. He’d hear the whisperings of who he was, where he came from, and he’d shrug it all off. He much preferred keeping his family close, and everyone else at an arm's reach. He secretly relished in remaining a mystery to most.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Tommy spoke in a surprised tone as you and Joel approached the table that he and Maria were currently seated at. “Ya finally get Beanie outta her coffee shell?”

“It appears that I did. Told her about Maria’s egg casserole and she was sold instantly.” Joel reached over and gave his brother a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Ellie stroll through here yet?”

“She came in a few minutes ago with Dina. There sittin’ with their friends ov’there.” Tommy gestured with the end of his fork.

“Thanks. Got somethin’ I wanna give t’her.” He turned towards you then and gave you a reassuring smile. “Why don’t ya go and grab yourself a plate. I’ll come sit with ya in a minute.”

“Do you want me to grab you a plate as well?..”

“You’re a real doll. Thank you, that would be great.” He gave his brother a slight nod before he was sauntering away to where Ellie was sitting. Her and Dina were sitting side by side, shoulders touching.

“Hey, kiddo.” Joel murmured softly.

“Hey, Joel.” Ellie responded, not looking up from her plate. Things between them were..rocky to put it nicely. She loved her dad of course, and after what happened yesterday she thought she’d be okay, but the truth was she wasn’t.

“I uh—don’t mean to bother you and Dina or nothin.’ Jus’ wanted to give this to you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the little velvet box and placed it down in front of her. “Beanies got this collection of treasures and I saw this..little fawn, and immediately thought of you kiddo.”

Why can’t I just be good with my words for once in my fuckin’ life?

Ellie could feel tears pricking the corner of her eyes as she gently lifted the lid off the box to reveal the little felt deer encased inside. This small gesture meant more than Joel would ever realize..but Ellie kept her poker face strong.

“Thanks, Joel.”

His heart dipped and sunk like dry sand becoming wet and weighed down from tumultuous waves crashing upon the shore. It was a small step in what he hoped was the direction of forgiveness.

“You’re welcome, kiddo.” He cleared his throat before he ambled away back to the table where the rest of his family were sitting. He had only known you for less than twenty four hours, and he already thought of you as family. He didn’t count all the times before outbreak day only because that part of himself had died along with Sarah. Or, so he thought.

“El..he’s trying at least.” Dina was resting her chin along Ellie’s shoulder as they were both gazing down at the little felt fawn.

“He is.” Ellie murmured softly.

Joel took a seat across from you as you were sitting next to Maria, gushing over her egg casserole, and how Joel was absolutely right about you not living until you tried it.

He thought you looked so pretty with a soft smile on your face as you looked at Maria with genuine adoration.

At nightfall, Joel, Tommy and a few other men were out patrolling. With the winter being so harsh, there were more chances of man wandering through these parts. Stragglers were one thing, raiders? That was a whole other story. Joel and Tommy took to the east on horseback. The longer winter night was dead silent. There was no howling wind to whip against the bone dry branches. No low hoot from an owl. It was quiet, too quiet. Even the horse’s hooves were nearly undetectable from how soft and careful they were stepping into the snow.

The only light source they had was the brightly lit moon shining in the jet-black sky. The stars scattered about weren’t nearly as brilliant as the moon.

Joel broke through the silence as he adjusted the strap of his rifle over his shoulder. “Tommy?..” he started, “do you know what happened to Beanie?..”

Tommy let out a huff of air as the bitter cold burned his lungs. He averted making eye contact with his brother before he was met with no other choice but to finally make eye contact with him. “It ain’t my place to tell you that, brother. I’m sorry.” He sounded defeated with his words because he didn’t want to keep anything hidden from Joel. Not after all those years they had spent apart from one another.

“You better give me a real fuckin’ reason why you can’t tell me. Tommy, she nearly fuckin’ shot me this mornin’ because she thought I was a threat. That I was a danger to her life. You can’t tell me anythin?’” Joel whispered back, harsher than he had wanted but he didn’t like being left out of the loop.

“Joel,” Tommy hissed under his breath, “Even if I knew the exact details of what that woman went through, I wouldn’t be able to disclose them to you.”

“Why the hell not?” Joel quipped back.

“Because, because..she ain’t got’a fuckin’ clue about what happened to herself either, Joel.”

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Chapter 4:

[shuririsecretl0v3r]

the rush

pairing: shuri x riri

warnings/ situations: suggestive themes~ teasing, sneaking around, heavy PDA, very touchy touchy but that’s as far as it gets; caught in the act

a/n: hello beauties💕💕! this is wayy over due shuriri week maybe over but these two are frolicking around my mind 24/7. this is my first time writing some with so much intimacy so bare with me😭😭🙏🏾. please enjoyyy and lmk what you think. 

word count: 1.6k +

song inspo:

“ I look around and I get that rush

Baby, 'cause tonight I'ma tryna catch that

Feelin', Mm

You just my type

I really wanna feel it

I want your leg against my thigh

I want the rush “

It’s been two years since Queen Ramonda had passed and life as Shuri knew it never was the same. Having to accept the cruel reality of losing all of her family members and taking up the duties as Black Panther wasn’t making it easier either. Everyday felt like a burden and she somewhat felt guilty for even being able to live while all of her family resided in the Ancestral Plane. She would have drowned in her own sorrow had it not been for ngelosi yam ( my angel ) sent from Bast herself.

Riri Williams, the young American scientist who somehow managed to rope herself into some serious trouble had caught the attention of the Princess. Shuri didn’t know if it was from her brilliant mindset or her unapologetic cocky confidence with a beautiful face. Getting to know her was even better cause under all that tough skin was a young girl trying to repair her past by being a hero for the future. She too had her own experience with the loss of family and ones she dearly loved so leaning on her even just for a little while was easy and comforting.

The two were inseparable soon after. Before the thought of dating even occurred, they were good friends. They kept in contact once she had to go back home. Early-morning texts and late-night calls held them surprisingly well. Call it trauma bonding, but Riri kept her steady. Shuri was able to feel again and heal herself well. With Riri by her side, she too soon gained her confidence back and helped rebuild Wakanda into a new era of life, both of which created new and improved safety protocols for the nation.

Life was beginning to look brighter for the Panther. Her feelings for Riri grew more intense each and every day to the point she couldn’t handle them any longer. To her clueless surprise, the young American scientist was just as in love as she was. And their relationship flourished since that moment. The two didn’t know how to announce their relationship so they thought it best to be discreet for now, but that didn’t stop them from secretly knowing looks and lingering touches every time they were near each other. The women were very much in love and everyone could see it, yet waited patiently for the news.

They couldn’t help it either. Long distance was a struggle for them, but that made each moment they spent together heavenly and intense. Cause once the two were reunited things always got a little handsy. This moment was no different either.

Riri finally had time to come back to Wakanda making it almost 5 months since both of them had ( touched ) seen each other. The moment she laid eyes on her Riri, she was astonished. Riri had her hair in a style called butterfly locs with some of them half in a ponytail and half down her back while two locs hung in her face. She wore a black crop top shirt that read “ babygirl “ which was bedazzled in rhinestones and had on black baggy sweatpants that she immediately recognized were hers. Everything about Riri was absolutely alluring to her. The young scientist was blossoming into her young adult self and it had the Panther ready to pounce on her in front of the whole lab.

The two hugged each other, missing the feeling of each other’s skin both seemingly having to keep composure over themselves. Once they released each other, both went straight to work. Though Shuri’s mind was elsewhere captured by the presence of her lover. She couldn’t help but scan down her muscular toned body. Having to operate her suit definitely took a toll on her body in the best way. The longer she stared engraving every detail of the young woman’s body again. Remembering her soft spots, the way she smells, and how soft her skin feels underneath her fingertips. That’s when she notices how every time Riri raises her arms even slightly, her new now freshly healed back tattoo just peeking out to her. At that moment Shuri could not contain her desire to herself.

“ Hey Ri can I talk to you for a minute “ before Riri could even respond Shuri grabbed her hand dragging her out of the lab and down to her living quarters. Not even making it halfway down the hall, Shuri pulls Riri behind a pillar and crashes their lips together. They groan in unity both relieved by the taste and feeling of one another. So caught up in the moment not even caring that they were still in the halls of the palace for anyone to see.

Riri pulls away trying to catch her breath. “ You just couldn’t help yourself could you ? “ she says while laughing at her. Shuri just smiles and bites her lip.

“ I could never contain my love for you, “ she says while twirling one of her locs with her finger. She stares deep into those big brown eyes of Riri's, thanking Bast for reuniting them together at last. “ I need you sthandwa sam (my love). Will you let me have you ? “ pure desire oozes through the Panther’s voice as she pulls Riri’s body closer to hers again. Grabbing her by the head, Riri gives her what she needs. The energy shifts during this kiss both women completely drunk off each other’s lips. At this point, a couple of Doras roam the halls stumbling on both women quickly retreating to where they were giving the two privacy.

Shuri’s hands caress every inch of her body, getting the familiar feeling of her again. Riri lifts her leg snaking it around Shuri’s waist, opening herself more to the Panther. In one swift move, Shuri picks her up carrying her the rest of the way. Not bothering to look where she’s going only trusting her instincts as their minds flooded with lust. Riri softly traces her fingertips up and down the Panther’s neck sending shivers down her spine. Rushing into her living quarters, Shuri heads for the bed plopping her right in the center. She climbs on top of her, aligning them face to face. Beginning to shower her in kisses from her forehead to neck slowly making her way down savoring the moment afraid she might slip away from her again. Riri had other plans though, clawing at the hem of Shuri’s pants wanting all of her now. Shuri chuckles at her eagerness, moving her hand off of her. She towers over Riri starting to remove her clothes herself till a voice chimes in out of thin air.

“ Panther, there is a lab emergency that requires you and Miss Williams's assistance, “ Griot said suddenly snapping the pair out of their trance. Completely forgotten about the lab and the work that needs to be done, they both laugh realizing how much they might have missed each other. They fix themselves up and head back to the lab. Putting their needs on hold, drowning themselves into work. Hours pass through rapidly, plenty of things to fix filling the time. Sunset is almost upon them leaving the lab mostly empty except for a few scientists finishing up.

Riri was at her station tidying up her area not noticing the Panther creeping up behind her. That’s when she feels her hands pressing into her sides firmly trapping her between the table and her lover. Shuri moves her hair out of the way and kisses down her neck flowing through her sweet spots. Riri immediately arches her back letting the Panther consume her with love. One hand still gripping her side while another begins to trail down to the waistband of her sweats. Riri sucks in her breath, careful to keep quiet in case others are still around.

The two once again caught up in each other's bodies not noticing Ayo arriving in the lab. There to retrieve the Panther for the council meeting, Ayo looks around for her stumbling on both of them pressed up against a station table not caring to check their surroundings. Though she did not wish to disturb them, the matter was urgent.

“ Ahem “ Ayo spoke loudly, startling Shuri and Riri who quickly unraveled each other. They spot the General coming towards them as they embarrassedly fix themselves for the second time today. “ Apologies, Panther did not wish to disturb you two, but King M’Baku and the Elders require your attendance for the council meeting, “ she said.

Shuri completely forgot about the meeting only having Riri racing through her mind. Riri giggles a little knowing it was her fault for this forgetfulness. She looks over at her laughing and pulls her back closer to her body smiling deeply. “ Yes of course. Please let the King and the Elders know I’m heading towards them now “ she replied. Ayo nods her head and salutes the Panther as she turns to exit the lab.

“ Well, I guess the secrets out. She'll definitely tell everyone how she just caught us in this lab “ Riri whines.

“ Too late for that we’ve already been caught Ri. I saw some Doras spot us in the hallway earlier “ she said while chuckling. Shocked she kept that from her, Riri playfully hits her a couple of times. She grabs her hands to dodge her attempts to strike her. Bringing them to her lips, she gently kisses her palms. The two never missing a moment to show affection for each other.

“ See ya back at the room? “ Riri asks.

“ Yeah, I’ll see you “ the pair kiss goodbye and go their separate ways hoping for no more distractions for the rest of the day.

[axelsagewrites]

Hey Sage! If you're taking requests, could i get a Dom! Daemon x poc wife reader, where they have a great relationship, but for some reason (maybe she just wants to tease him) reader is acting like a brat (maybe..she answers him rudely in front of Viserys or Otto) and Daem punishes her. With some spanking, shocking, degradation, marking, aftercare and whatever else you want, please?

Daemon Targaryen*In Charge

Pairing: Daemon x f!reader

Summary: reader decides to act out and Daemon reminds her who's really in charge (kinky sex occurs)

Word count: 3164

Warnings: Teasing, under table stuff, m receiving oral, hair pulling, p in v sex, nipple play, spanking, degradation, marking/hickeys, bratting, begging etc very kink sex smut 18+ (i think thats all)

A/N at end

Masterlist Here

High Valyrian translations Avy jorrāelan - I love you ñuha qēlos – my star Riñītsos – little girl

When you first arrived in Westeros the court was wary of you to say the least. It was rare enough for them to have the Dornish visit but you had travelled by ship with some of your family and allies from the far depths of Essos. It was all in aid to start trade relations with the silver hair dragon riders across the sea. When you’d first heard of these violet eyed silver haired people holding the dragon’s captive you had imagined them as sickly monsters lurching in the background. Daemon Targaryen was anything but a slimy beast.

Otto Hightower however was another story. To say you weren’t fond of him was an understatement. But during your supposedly temporary stay you managed to bite your tongue. Somehow. It helped that you were able to stare across the great table at Daemon. His long silver hair flowed down his back like the water falls back home. You had expected the lilac eyes to be unsettling but instead their violet hues just drew you in.

Unlike your companions you did not conceal your stares. While others cleared their throats and turned their eyes when Daemon looked lazily at them you stared back, the corners of your lips twitching. It was a silent flirtation, a competition even.

It was one of Daemons favourite things about you. There was a challenge in your eye, the same look caraxes used to give him. “Would you like to see my dragon?” he whispered in your ear, his chest pressed into your back as you both waited to exist the bustling council meeting.

“Only if I get to ride it,” you whispered back, the smirk evident in your voice. This was going to be fun he thought.

When the trade deals were almost over another question arose. What’s to stop one of you from backing out? What was the collateral? How could we trust these foreign friends? “Might I suggest,” Daemon drawled, his voice instantly hushing the bickering between the sides. “a marriage pact? It’s how we usually do these things after all,” he said, eyes flickering over to you.

The Westeros men were all content with the idea however your uncle had other thoughts, “We do not sell our women,” he spat across the table.

“Let’s hear him out uncle,” you whispered to the man, “After all if it’s how the Targaryen’s do it who knows? It might be a halfway decent idea,” you said, eyes glued on Daemon.

It didn’t take long for the decision to be made or for the match to be suggested. When your family rode east you stood to wave them off by Daemons side. It was the first any of them had seen of you both the last three days since you entered your new chambers after your wedding night.

While Daemon made for an excellent husband, showering you with gifts, passionate in the chambers, praising each of your features and keeping up with your wit, the other Westeros men left little to be desired. You knew it would take time to adjust to the new ways, but you hadn’t expected the rules to be so mind numbing.

Daemon was supposedly a rebel among these men but yet even he abodes by rules. Do this do that say this like this not this then otherwise you might as well have tried to eat his baby. Honestly none of the protocol made any sense. You had been in Westeros for a year now and everything with Daemon was perfect; apart from one little thing. You had the audacity to view yourself as an equal. Daemon insisted he valued your opinion and took it deeply to heart, but the other lords were beginning to take issue with your bold opinions. 

Despite not wanting to hear your opinions you were still required to attend all council meetings as an ambassador. During one particularly long drawn out one where all the lords did was rattle off their idiotic ideas you began to zone out. Your mind wandered till it landed on the idea of your husband bending you over this table right now. The way his hands would feel as they-

“Are you alright my lady?” Otto Hightower interrupted right before the good part of your fantasy. You looked up, head tilted before nodding and assuring him everything was fine, “I know our talks can be a little bit…out of your area my lady,” he apologised with that stupid fucking grin.

Daemon shot him a deadly glare, “Thank you my lord,” you said with a sicky sweet smile as you placed your hand on Daemons leg. “Perhaps you could explain it for me,” your hand began to move up his thigh beneath the table as you spoke.

“Of course, my lady,” The Hightower smirked as he over explained a simple known fact, all while your hand crept further up Daemons leg. He was used to you trying to push your luck so was doing his best not to react but when your hand suddenly squeezed his crotch he swallowed thickly as his hand shot out to hold your wrist under the table.

Luckily for you no one had noticed. Yet. You squeezed his balls lightly over the fabric of his trousers as Otto drowned on now in deep discussions with Viserys. Daemon tried to move your hand, but it only made your grip tighten. If you hadn’t felt him harden in your hand you might’ve felt bad.

“What say you brother?” Viserys turned to a wordless Daemon who did his best to stutter out his objections. It was the first time Viserys had ever seen him at a lost for a words. You removed your hand silently, placing it back in your lap with a slight smirk as Daemon was finally able to speak properly.

Viserys had the lords vote on the issue. Daemon of course rejected the idea; Otto insisted it was the right choice. It wasn’t. however, 2 of the lords sided with him for some idiotic reason but the other two with Daemon. “You haven’t voted sweet sister,” Viserys said, causing all eyes to turn on you. during your marriage your new brother tried to be sweet and kind though it often came off as clunky and bumbling.

You glanced at Daemon who was glaring down at you when he saw the way your lips dragged up into a slight smirk, “Lord Hightower did make a very interesting proposal,”

“An idiotic proposal,” he cut you off, glaring at the smirking lord across the table, “We both know it will backfire,”

“Do we?” you asked, eyes only on Daemon who glowered down at you.

“We do,”

Your eyes stayed locked, his filled with the fire of a dragon while yours glinted with excitement. The rest of the room was tense as you drew out the moment before turning to Viserys, “I agree with Daemon,” you finally said.

Viserys let out a sigh of relief and nodded, “Okay good well the matter is settled…” he began to drone on when you suddenly felt Daemons fingertips digging into the flesh of your thigh. This was not going to be a short night.

“Care to explain what that little display was all about?” Daemon all but yelled after slamming the door to your chamber shut.

You ignored his yells as you sauntered over to sit at your vanity to remove your jewellery, “What display?” you asked, smirk lingering in your voice as you took out your earrings.

Daemon looked up, letting out a brief dark chuckle before marching over to you, “You know exactly what I mean riñītsos,” his hand shot out to grab your jaw harshly, forcing you to look up at him with a glare, “Are you that much of a whore you wanted me to fuck you in front of those old cunts?”

You took a moment to pause and stare into those rage filled lilac eyes, “Yes,” you finally replied, a smirk still etched on your lips, “It’s all I could think about,” you said, your hands going to his hips, pulling him to stand between your legs, “Fucking me dumb while they all watched,” your fingertips began to run along the edge of his trousers waist line, “I think I’d quite like that,”

“You think so?” Daemon asked, gripping your jaw tighter, “Wanna know what I think?”

“Not really,” you said, trying to pull his arm away but with no success.

Daemon grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand off his arm and pulling you to your feet, “I think I need to teach you are not such a brat,” He said, letting go of your wrist, pushing your head back before releasing you making you stumble back into the table, “Get on the bed,” he said but you didn’t move. Daemons eyes narrowed, “Now,”

“Or what?” you asked, unfazed by the wild stare in his eyes.

He all but growled as he paced over to you, grabbing your hair and forcing you to your knees, “Who said you were in charge?” he asked, and you couldn’t help but wince as his fingers tangled in your locks.

“I did,” you said with a grimace as your knees finally hit the floor, Daemons hand forcing you to look up at him.

Daemon laughed quietly to himself, “You really are a silly little whore then, aren’t you? A little whore who needs to learn” he said as his hands worked his laces, “Remember the word?” he asked as he was almost freed from his trousers, you nodded repeating the safe word you had decided on early into marriage.

When his cock sprang free of his trousers it was already hard and its tip an angry red, precum already coating the tip, “Open,” he said but you refused. That was till Daemon slapped your face causing you to gasp and your mouth to open. He quickly grabbed your face, shoving his thumb in your mouth to keep it open. “Im going to ruin this pretty little mouth of yours,” he said as he began to try pull your mouth open.

Finally, you caved, opening your mouth fully for him, your tongue waiting for his cock, “Look at you,” he said in a tone that made you think all was finally forgiven, for a moment. You gagged lightly when he thrust his cock into your mouth, the salty taste of his precum on your tongue, “Such a pretty little whore,” he said as he began to fuck your face.

You looked up at Daemon through watery lashes as you tried not to gag from his persistent pace. His face had contorted from anger to pleasure as his eyes scrunched shut and groans fell from his lips. His thrusts continued until you tapped his thigh, your throat unable to keep up with his pace any longer.

Daemon pulled out, a trail of saliva and precum dripping from his cock and around your mouth, “Not such a brat now is you,” he said as he moved his hand from your hair to your jaw, cupping it lightly as you regained your breath. “Still think you’re in charge?” he asked and all you could do was shake your head not as you gazed up at him. “Good,” he smirked, “Now strip,” Daemon said stepping back.

You shakily climbed to your feet, your knees aching from the hard floors. Your hands slowly began to work on the laces of your dress. Daemon was tapping his foot quicker the longer it took. Once the dress was lost you pushed it of your shoulders allowing it to pool around your feet, your shift coming off with it. your nipples hardened as the cold chamber air washed over them.

Daemon stepped closer, his hands trailing up your thighs to your hips, squeezing your waist before caressing your breasts, “What are you?” he asked as his fingers trailed gently over your nipples.

“A whore,” you said, gasping when he suddenly squeezed your sensitive buds, “Your whore,” you half moaned as he began to roll the buds between his fingers.

“That’s right,” Daemon said, his hands falling away making you whine, “Now be a good whore and get on the bed, like I told you too,” he said as he began to pull his own clothes off.

You nodded, quickly crossing the room to lay on the soft furs of your bed when you heard Daemon began to tut. You watched his slender frame as he sauntered across the room, his abs toned from his adventures, he truly looked like a dragon as he circled his prey. “I never said lay down,” he corrected. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and you went to ask him what he meant but Daemon cut you off, “Hands and knees. Now,”

“But my knees hurt- “

“Im sorry,” Daemon said as he stood at the edge of the bed staring down at where you sat naked on the bed, “Did I fucking ask?”

You whined dramatically as you moved to your hands and knees, Daemon remaining quiet as you did. “Happy?” you asked sarcastically as you lay your cheek against the furs, your ass on display.

Daemon didn’t reply as he moved to kneel behind you, his hands rubbing your ass. His fingers squeezed your hips as Daemon took in the sight. you figured you had gotten off lightly so far but a harsh slap to your left cheek made you gasp. “That’s for not paying attention in council today,” he said, his hand rubbing the area to sooth the red mark.

Another slap rang across the room, “That’s for under the table,” another, “for your little display,” Daemon continued to list off your sins, leaving another slap with each crime he read off. Your ass was stinging by the end of his list, a bright red mark on your cheek.

Daemons hands moved from your ass to your hips, gripping them tightly before one of his hands moved to your shoulder to pull your back against his chest, “Have you learned your lesson?” he whispered, his breath fanning your ear.

“Yes,” you said quietly. One of his hands moved back to one of your sensitive buds while the other went between your legs. “I’ll be good,” You moaned as his fingers began to circle your clit.

“I don’t believe you,” Daemon purred as you felt his hard cock pressing into your ass, “I’m not done with you yet sweet riñītsos,”

Your soft pleads fell on deaf ears as Daemon let go of your sweet spots to shove you into the furs. Within seconds he had grabbed you by your hips to flip you on your back, his fingertips digging into your flesh. Daemons eyes roamed your body, and you took the opportunity to scan his; how his toned chest heaved, the wildness in his eyes, and how his painfully hard his cock looked.

Daemon crawled over your frame, your legs instantly wrapping around his hips as he lined his tip up with your entrance, “You want me to fuck you?” he asked, his voice just above a whisper. He chuckled when all you did was nod, “If you want me to fuck that pretty little hole of yours, you’re going to have to beg better than that,”

“Please,” you whined, your hands moving to hold onto his muscular shoulders, “I need you please just fuck me already I’ll be good I promise,” your whining intensifying as he began to rub his tip up and down your folds, “I’m sorry okay please just fu-fuck,” your begging was interrupted by Daemons sudden thrust, his cock hitting deep inside.

“You’ll be sorry alright,” he grunted between thrusts as he set a relentless pace. His lips feel against the skin of your neck, sucking dark spots into your sensitive skin, “Who do you belong to?” he asked as he moved to your collarbone.

“You,” you moaned as the headboard began to bang against the stone wall, loud creaks sounding through the room, “I’m yours,”

Daemon lent up to look at the series of dark purple marks on your skin, “Mine,” he growled, his hand moving to hold your throat, “My fucking whore,” he said as his hand slipped between your body to rub circles onto your clit which only made your moans increase as a knot began to build in your stomach, “Such a needy little thing,” he grunted, “so desperate for my cock,”

The knot in your stomach tightened as Daemon sped up his pace till his thrust began to hit a certain spot that made shivers go down your spine, your body tightening around his cock. “Please,” you whined as your orgasm threatened to spill over you.

“What’s that?” Daemon asked, “You wanna cum? You think you deserve to cum around my cock?”

“Yes,” your whine echoed through the room, “Please,”

Daemon lent down, placing a harsh kiss to your lips, “Do it then,” he whispered, his forehead pressed to yours.

His words sent tingles down your skin and soon the familiar feeling washed over your body. “Fuck,” he whispered as he felt you tighten around him. Daemon lent up and moved both his hands to your hips, lifting them up and holding them tightly before he lost control and fucked you mercilessly, chasing his own release. It didn’t take him long to spill inside you, squeezing his eyes shut as he came before almost collapsing beside you.

A few moments of silence past as you both regained your breaths, “Are you okay?” Daemon asked, panting as he turned to look at you. his eyes were soft, and a timid smile painted his lips.

“Uh huh,” you nodded yes, still staring at the ceiling seeing stars from crashing so hard.

Daemon rolled onto his side, brushing the hair out of your face, “You’re perfect, you know that right?” he asked, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, “Let me clean you up,”

“Wait,” you stopped him, holding his wrist gently, “Just lay with me, for a moment,”

“Of course, ñuha qēlos,” My star, he whispered, placing another kiss to your skin, “Whatever you want. Shall I call someone to draw you a bath?”

You nodded lightly as you shuffled into his arms, “Only if you join me,”

“Of course, I will,” Daemon said as his fingers gently stroked your cheek, “Whatever you want,”

You both allowed yourself to get lost in the silence as Daemon continued to press gentle kisses and light strokes to your cheeks. After a few moments you turned to him, “Are you okay?”

“Never better riñītsos,” he whispered back, “I’ll be back in one moment, let me up and I’ll organise that bath,” You allowed him to stand but then suddenly grabbed his wrist, “Are you okay?” Daemon asked, crouching beside you and stroking your hair.

“Avy jorrāelan,” you whispered.

Daemon lent over, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before standing again, “I love you too sweet girl,”

taglist: @clairacassidy @fan-goddess

A/N: okay so i dissapeared for a lot longer than intended lol. i got really bad writers block but im gonna try push thro it bc i do enjoy doing this stuff so this is a reminder to check in with yourself occasionally to try avoid burning out or doing too much at one time

[daisyblog]

One Direction Concert

The Royal Family Series Masterlist

Maia’s POV: Growing up in the Royal family is not just about wearing pretty dresses and travelling around the world. It came with royal protocols that I had followed since I was a little girl, I was encouraged to smile, be polite and follow in my brothers' footsteps – the issue was no one specified which brother, so evidently, I was known for being a little rebellious like my brother Harry. However, I did follow William’s path and went to university where I enjoyed some lowkey life and met my best friends.

It was no secret to anyone that I’m a massive One Direction fan, so the excitement I felt when my brothers surprised me with tickets, for graduating, to see the boys perform in London was unexplainable. Going to see concerts was something I dreamed of as a teenager but unfortunately, it was not always possible as duties call. So that explains where I currently am, on my way to The O2 Arena to let my hair down with my brother Harry, who I think is secretly as excited as me.

The black Range Rover drove through the security gates and parked in the designated spot. Our guards opened our doors and allowed us out of the car before escorting us through the private entrance. As we were shown to our seats in the private box, I could see the arena was lit and other fans trying to find their seats. Harry and I were both dressed in black, hoping not to draw too much attention to us. Harry was wearing a simple black polo shirt with black jeans and casual shoes, whilst I opted for a black off-the-shoulder long-sleeved top paired with a black leather skirt and my bulky boots. As I snapped a quick photo of the view and stage in front of us, my brother’s voice was heard. “Let me guess, for your Instagram?” Harry teased as he took a sip of his beer. “Aw shut up Henry” I playfully spoke. “Ey, now that’s no way for a Princess to speak” “Do I need to remind you of your rebellious times Henry?” Before Harry could respond to your teasing, the lights of the arena flicked and dimmed which caused the arena to cheer, including myself as the intro video was played on the large screens before the four boys appeared and began singing ‘No Control’. I sang and danced along nudging my brother next to me for him to join in.

“London O2” Louis shouted into his mic “We just got to start by sayin’ thank you to all” which caused the arena to cheer again as Louis continued to say how lucky the band were, before singing ‘Kiss You’. Yeah, so tell me, girl, if every time we touch You get this kinda rush Baby, say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah If you don't wanna take it slow And you just wanna take me home Baby, say, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And let me kiss you

After singing ‘Kiss You’, Harry began talking to the audience “London make some noise…hello..how are ya?” I didn’t realise I was standing still in my own world until my brother nudged my shoulder and spoke into my ear “Chin up Mimi, you’re drooling” he teased using the nickname he and William call me. “I’m not drooling” “Hmm..of course you’re not..might want to sort it out before you meet him later” to this my head whipped to the side and my eyes widened.

“W-what?”. “We’re going to see them after the show” I wasn’t sure if I was nervous, excited or both. For every song, I danced and screamed the lyrics and just enjoyed every moment whilst I could. Even Harry began to let loose and joined in even though he had no idea what the words were. After the boys had sung ‘Little White Lies’, the boys stood together and Liam began to speak, but what surprised me was how he addressed me and Harry being at the show. “We have some special guests here tonight” causing the fans to cheer even more and Louis, Niall and Harry began to wave up at the box “Hello…we hope you’re enjoying?”. Harry and I both waved back and cheered. “London give it up for the Prince and Princess” and the four boys and bow their heads, which made us laugh and the fans went crazy. I was disappointed as the boys said their thank yous and goodbyes after they finished their last song. But knowing I was about to meet them made me excited and slightly nervous. Harry and I made our way to the backstage area as our guards followed behind us closely. “So did you enjoy it?” Harry asked. “I absolutely loved it..best present ever, thank you” “You deserve it Mimi..you worked hard” Harry complimented. As the boy's manager Paul showed us to the room where the boys were waiting, I couldn’t help but feel nervous. Harry walked in first as I insisted so I could hide behind his tall figure. The four boys were standing in a formal line, almost like they had been told to be on their best behaviour. Starting with Niall, Harry shook his hand as the Irishman bowed his head “You were amazing, I’m very jealous of your guitar skills” which made Niall smile and cheeks blush at the compliment. I followed Harry’s steps and shook Niall and Louis’s hands and thanked them for allowing us to come to their show “It’s our pleasure” Louis spoke as he politely bowed his head. As I shook Liam’s hand, my brother shook Harry’s and praised their performance “I think your name is great too” he added making the boys laugh. I gently shook Harry’s hand as he bowed his head towards me “Thank you for a great show, you were amazing” I praised as we locked eyes. “Thank you for coming and spending your evening with us” Harry spoke. “You’ve got yourselves a big fan here” my brother interrupted “Always blaring your albums at home” “No need to reveal my secrets Henry” I playfully scolded as the boys laughed at our teasing. “Well we’ll leave you boys to rest, thank you again for allowing us to come to see your show” “You’re more than welcome to come to another one” Harry spoke, whilst looking directly at me. “I’d come to them all if I could” I replied “Maybe I’ll bring Granny next time” I joked. “Now that I’d pay to see” my brother laughed. After leaving the arena that evening I went home, had a shower and got into bed and scrolled through my phone, replying to messages from my friends, and of course, uploaded a photo to my private Instagram.

maiadianamw

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maiadianamw Had the best time tonight ❤️ View all 12 comments

james_kane I'm so jealous 😥

wills_21 Glad you enjoyed Mimi x ⌞maiadianamw You're the best brothers ever wills_21 henrymw15

emsummers I'm coming next time 💘 kate_liz9 Hope you had a lovely time my darling xx

TEXT MESSAGES .F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Grace, James, Jack, Emily, Carter, Ellie, Jake

James Maiaaaaa

Maia Jamesssss James How was the show? Maia Omg it was sooooo good!! Even Harry was dancing along! Also got to meet them after the show x

James Fuck off! You're so lucky

Emily Aww I’m so jealous. I would have done anything to see Niall 😍

Carter Umm excuse me Em??

Jack You just got done Carter lad 😂😂

Emily @Carter Sorry babe, but I’m a Niall girl! Maia I didn’t even know it was possible but Harry is even more gorgeous in person😍😍😍😍😍😍

Jack Can you talk about this in your girls chat? Anyone fancy a night out tomorrow??

Jake Count me in mate

Carter Em and I can't make it sorry guys, we're going to visit Em's sister

James Maia my girl...are ya coming out babes? Maia Of course I am! Wouldn't miss it😚Grace and Ellie you better be coming xx

Grace Of course I'm fucking coming!! LETS PARTAAAAAAAY!

Ellie See ya there bitcheeeeees xx

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[butmakeitgayblog]

What’s Abby’s perspective of her daughter dating Lexa? With her already knowing of Lexa’s illness but also is she surprised Clarke seems to be head over heels in love with Dorkus Woods?

Abby is... conflicted.

There's just so many moving parts to it.

I mean she's known Lexa the girl's entire life. She vividly remembers her mother bringing her in as just a little red faced baby in a swaddle of blankets, tiny fists flailing in anger as she screamed her lil lungs out because she had a nasty case of bronchiolitis. She's been there for every check up and every milestone, every stomach and ear infection and sniffly cold. It was her who had referred Lexa to a specialist colleague in the city when she'd started presenting those very startling set of symptoms.

She knows this girl. She cares about her both professionally and somewhat personally. And nothing about any of this exactly leaves her in a comfortable position when it comes to the guidelines of 'protocol'.

So when Clarke comes home and strangely starts spending all of her free time at Gus's, it's enough to pique her interest, to say the least. And that creeping sense of foreboding starts to settle in. Because she's walked past the shop on her breaks and seen the girls together. Seen the slow progression from each sitting on opposite sides of the space and diligently igoring each other, to seeing the two of them crammed together at a table made for one while pouring over a few spread out textbooks. She's watched these apparent study sessions turn more casual, more chatting and laughing together than getting anything resembling work done.

And she tries, she really does try, in her small way. She tells Clarke to watch herself around that girl, says to take it easy with her because, well... she knows Clarke's transient ways. Says Lexa is a wonderful friend and that she's glad that they've connected, but maybe... maybe it'd better for everyone if it just stayed at that. She hears Clarke's scoff of dismal at her warning and her reasoning that she'll be heading back to school soon anyway. "Just be careful," are her exact words, her final plea, when her daughter waves her off from already half-way out the door and tells her there's nothing to worry about because "It's not like that at all."

But then... then comes the kissing.

She sees the kissing.

Quite, uh, quite a lot of kissing, in her opinion, for a shop with such a large display window 😳 So she certainly sees the change when one day her daughter sits on the curb if Gus's brooding, and the next she saunters in like she owns the place. She sees the way Clarke lifts herself up on the flat of her palms to crane over the counter and peck a very smiley set of lips in hello. She sees Clarke kiss Lexa once, and then twice, and then once again for good measure. Sees Lexa shake her head as though chiding such an ardent display... while not actually doing anything to end to it. She just kisses Clarke back. Four, five, six giggly pecks in a row. Then chases her lips for one more when Clarke starts to pull back.

It's terrifying. Like watching car crash in real time and not being able to do one damn thing about it.

Because she knows exactly what love looks like on her daughter.

And it's every bit as bad as she knew it would be when Clarke rolls through her front door like a hurricane. All gnashing teeth and tear stained cheeks. Raw-hearted demands for an explanation.

An explanation she doesn't have to give.

Not a good one, anyway.

She just holds her daughter as she cries, feeling as helpless and useless as everyone else involved.

[elinor-taylor]

The Hollows

Inside the cavernous body of a dead tree troll, keepers of the green ways privately thrived. Some among them watched through a rotted knot as the biggun tramped the blackened ground outside. He was no threat. They didn't fear this lumbering, steel-suited oaf, but still, they monitored his whereabouts. With so few of them left, they could ill afford to be complacent about wanderers in their midst.

When the man was gone, a calm returned to the hollow. Until a short while later, when a contingent of gate watchers arrived just as the babies were being put to bed, and the olders were settling down for an evening with their dearest, and fairies of all ages poked their heads out of hidey holes and fluttered themselves upward and closer to get a better look.

For gate watchers to return early was highly irregular. It sent a flurry of interest throughout the timber confines of the structure, from roots to rings. Only the tiny ones slept through, unaware of the excitement, not yet old enough to recognise an anomaly when they saw one.

The gate watchers flew in, single file, via the upper broken branch entrance of the trunk. Most hung back, allowing the head of their small group, an experienced volunteer called Broadleaf, to proceed.

'Where's Cerulean?' she said to anyone who might answer, looking from her mid-height position around the lamplit interior of the tree troll fort. 'I have to speak with her.'

'Out on her walking meditation,' one villager said. 'Shouldn't be gone much longer.'

'She told us she'd be back for supper,' another chimed in.

'Here.' Hoff Skylark emerged from his tent with a stack of wooden bowls and spoons. 'Help yourselves to stew. You lot must be starved. Warm yourselves.'

The other gate watchers turned to Broadleaf for confirmation, which she gave with a look, and they all lowered themselves to where Hoff - or Pappy Skylark as he was more commonly known - handed each of them a bowl. He directed them toward Miss Milda, the self-appointed cook and jolly old dear, who stirred a large cauldron as it bubbled gently over an oil stove nearby.

'Where's the gate sitting lately, my friend?' Pappy said, sitting carefully back on his hammock, as Broadleaf returned from the cauldron, bowl in hand. 'You ladies had far to travel this time?'

'Near the southern border,' Broadleaf said. She blew on a spoonful of stew and took a tentative slurp. 'Hey, this is really good.'

'Milda's finest.' His smile was fleeting. 'South, you say? Air's gotta be mighty thick with smoke down there. Never mind gates. You watchers wanna watch yourselves, ya know. No good to us coughing up ribs.'

Perched on a ledge above, legs dangling, the more junior gate watchers were getting rowdy amongst themselves, bickering and howling with laughter at whispered jokes, emboldened from being home before the planned switchover, and with bellies full of warm, delicious food. Broadleaf scooped up a palm of gravel and hurled it toward the unruly fairies, which shut them up, if only momentarily.

'Seen worse,' she said, returning to her conversation with the older Pappy. 'Stacks kick out a hell of a stink, though. Few thousand spotted heifers away and still coats the back of your throat like goddam roof tar.'

'No sign of a let-up?' Pappy said.

'Wish I could tell you different.' Broadleaf looked at the life going on around her, the community, the society that refused to collapse in the face of such overwhelm. 'Still churning as always. If there's one thing can be said about those biggun city engineers, it's that they built a place to last.'

Broadleaf knew what was coming next, a question she'd come to dread, but one she knew Pappy Skylark couldn't help himself but ask. She didn't blame him. It was heartbreaking, was all.

'And any sign of my girls?'

'Not this time, Sir. We'll keep looking, though. You have my word.' She briefly considered breaking her own personal protocol, putting her hand on his, by way of reassurance. But the moment passed.

Pappy sighed the sigh of an old man not quite ready to quit but sensing it on the horizon. He pushed himself forward out of the creaking hammock. And with a stretch and a yawn and a, 'Righty-ho, then,' he took himself off to bed.

Broadleaf leaned back against the spongy inner of the trunk wall. This place wouldn't last forever, not when the termites took to feasting, but it was a safe enough haven for now. Tomorrow's worries were for her tomorrow self to be worrying about.

This tree, she thought. This beautiful, wise old tree. At one time it had been a troll known to her as Oskar, before he turned from flesh to oak, then lost what what left of himself in the burnings. She stroked the inside of the great supporting outer shell with a kindly hand. There was warmth there, still. And a deep and lasting sorrow. Even in their passing, the trolls of these woods were a gift to the folks of Faretheewell, protecting them to the last with their lifeless bodies.

'I'm sorry, my love,' she spoke quietly to the wall. 'Know we are grateful to you, always.'

With the woodland outside cooling from the oncoming night, and the inside hollow warming from lamplight and a host of small crackling fires, the tree trunk shell creaked and groaned, shrinking in places and swelling in others, settling into itself.

Broadleaf chose to believe these shifting sounds were Oskar making himself heard. That he was saying in his own sweet way, 'You're welcome, little one.' And she knew she would never not miss him.

[amberthefantasy]

Nitimur in Vetitum

chapter eleven: amor (love)

“Fabia became the apple of her uncle Gaius’ eye the moment he met her after he returned to Rome from Philippi. Her mother’s close friend Marcus Agrippa also doted on the young baby.”- Fabia Maxima: Daughter of Rome by Yolanda White

6th Day Before the Kalends of December (26th November)

Lucretia tapped her foot. Agrippa had sent her a letter saying the way was over, that Cassius and Brutus were dead and that he and Gaius would be returning home. That was a month ago. There had been no letters since.

Unlike the last time her lovers had left though, this time she had little Fabia to look after, so her boredom was not so extreme. Lepidus had also been by the house a few times to discuss things with her. When he had first done this Lucretia had asked him why, he had replied that Gaius obviously trusted her and that made her an authority on what he would want, so while he was gone she was the one to ask. It felt good to have someone other than Agrippa and Gaius respect her opinion. She had also spent time with Octavia and Horatia, their young Marcella and Aulus had grown to quite like each other, as much as two one year olds could anyway. 

To Lucretia dismay, Octavia sometimes brought along Scribonia, as she had today. The four women were seated in Horatia's atrium, watching the children play and waiting for the men to return. "They should be here soon right?" Scribonia asked, her brows furrowed. The woman was just out of her mourning period for her husband Publius Scipio, who had died of illness a year ago. She was taking full advantage of her ability to wear colour again, draped in bright red and gold, so bright in fact it was almost gaudy. 

"They should," Horatia hummed in agreement. Scribonia looked as though she wanted to continue the conversation but there were footsteps and a slave appeared in the room.

"Domina, the dominus is back." Horatia was on her feet in moments, she took little Lucius by the hand and smiled appreciatively when Scribonia picked up Aulus.

Lucretia shifted Fabia from one of her hips to the other as she stood, holding out her free hand to help Octavia rise too. "I'll hold him while you get her," Lucretia said, holding out her free arm to take Marcella from her mother. Octavia muttered a thanks, handing over the two month old, while bending down with a huff to pick up her one year old. "Two children in two years, I'd kill my husband," Lucretia joked. Octavia let out a soft laugh, the two continuing to joke about pregnancy and their children until they reached the door.

Horatia and Lucius were already locked in each other's embrace. Gaius and Agrippa stood behind them, expressions softer than normal at the sight. "Gaius! Agrippa!" Lucretia called, ignoring all proper social protocol, handing her daughter to one of the slaves beside them, and launching herself at her lovers.

"Lucretia... Lucretia... Lucretia," they both said softly. "We're okay," Gaius whispered. "But..."

Lucretia pulled back, her eyes filled with worry. "What?"

"Silvius... he died of his wounds on the return."

Lucretia blinked. Silvius... her husband. Dead of his wounds from a battle he really shouldn't have been fighting personally in. She turned away from her brother and towards Lucius, who had pulled away from Horatia and was watching her with slightly red eyes. Lucretia finally noted that he was dressed in a black tunic with no adornment. A mourning tunic. She gulped. "Pompona?"

"Yes domina," her slave asked.

"Retrieve one of my black dresses for me."

"Yes domina."

--

Agrippa was entranced by Fabia the moment he fully laid eyes on her. "She is gorgeous," he whispered. "She has your eyes."

Lucretia hummed in agreement, fixing the sleeve of her black dress. She had managed to convince everyone else to leave her and her two lovers alone while she changed. Mostly to give the two men a moment to meet the little girl. Currently Fabia was gurgling in Gaius' arms while at the same time looking for Agrippa. The little one couldn't seem to decide on whose arms she wanted to be in. Every time one of the men would pass her to the other she'd turn from looking for them to looking for the other. Lucretia watched the three people she cared about the most in the world as they remained enwrapped in each other.

After a little while longer of Fabia being absorbed in her fathers, she seemed to decide she was now hungry and let out a whimper as she cried for her mother. Lucretia cooed at her daughter as she took her from Gaius' arms. "Hungry my love?" Fabia was only a month old, too young to truly understand the words Lucretia spoke but she gurgled in response as if she did. Lucretia carried her baby to one of the klinai near the edge of the room and sat to feed her. 

Her lovers followed her, standing in front of her seat and watching. "Does that... hurt?" Agrippa asked.

Lucretia looked away from her feeding baby and up at Agrippa, "hurt?" she repeated.

"I don't know," Agrippa said defensively. "It looks uncomfortable."

"No, not really. Not anymore than the birth was." They both smirked at that. "Well... don't just sit there. Tell me what happened."

Gaius cleared his throat. "The first battle went well for Antonius... not so much for us. Brutus was braver than we expected but, Antonius beat Cassius though and he killed himself." Lucretia let out a laugh at that. Gaius smirked back before continuing. "That left Brutus in charge of their forces, he was not a very good general. Antonius and I beat him in the next battle. It was most unfortunate that your beloved husband died in the fighting." Gaius filled his voice with mock sympathy as he finished his sentence. Lucretia let out a laugh.

"Tell her about the agreement change," Agrippa said, pushing his shoulder against Gaius'. Lucretia looked between them in question.

Gaius smiled. "Antonius and I had a discussion on the journey back. Seeing as I and him beat the traitors and Lepidus, though he was useful here in the city, did not, we decided that a restructuring of the territories might be necessary."

"A restructuring?" Lucretia asked, patting her daughter on the back. 

"Antonius will remain in control of the East, and Gaul. I will take control of Sicily, Sardinia, Corsica and Hispania." He said the second sentence with a smile so wide it made his eyes crinkle. "Lepidus will get Africa."

"Oh..." that was an improvement so large it almost made Lucretia laugh in joy. From controlling the barely useful and unimportant territory of Africa, to the islands useful for trade and the useful territory of Hispania. "You, my love, are full of surprises and great news."

--

On the Day Before the Nones of December (4th December)

Lucretia fussed with her daughters black dress. The small babe was fussing about having to be dressed, and awake. It was the day of her fathers funeral however, so the little one had to be there. "Ready?" Horatia asked. Lucretia nodded, fixing her own sleeve one final time before straightening up and leaving the house with her daughter on her hip. As she came to a stop before the pyre where her husband's body lay, she felt Horatia place a hand on her shoulder. It was an empty gesture really, everyone here knew that Lucretia had no real love for her late husband, but it was expected. 

Gaius and Agrippa came up on her other side, dressed in mourning black, unlike her dress however their tunics were adorned with silver and embroidered with white. She would be forced to wear black for another month before she was able to start wearing darker colours that were not black, and another six months before she could wear anything with adornments. 

"My sweet sister," Gaius said with fake sympathy. "My deepest condolences and sympathies."

"Thank you my darling brother." Lucretia said with a soft smile, kissing her brother's cheek. Agrippa offered her a sympathetic smile and kissed her cheek without a word, also taking their little girl into his arms. 

More people were arriving now, each coming up to offer sympathies, most fake. Some of the men, those who lacked decorum, were already looking her up and down as if measuring her up for marriage, looking at her daughter as proof she was fertile. Lucretia narrowed her eyes whenever she spotted one of these men, Gaius noticed too, if the way he drew her closer was any indication. "It's time," Lucius said mournfully.

Lucretia nodded, waving for him to step forward and give his speech. It was short and sweet, nothing to memorable or notable. He stepped back, allowing Lucretia to be in the centre in the final moments as the pyre was lit and went up in smoke. Lucretia watched as the grey ashes of her husband fell into the silver hair on her head.

--

"A day after your husband's funeral and here we are," Agrippa said with a smile. Lucretia laughed as she pushed herself closer to her lover. The two had slipped away from everyone and into one of the rooms on the second floor. Horatia had taken Fabia with her to go see the older children play in the yard and Gaius had a meeting with some of his generals to attend, so Lucretia and Agrippa were left alone. 

They'd filled the time in the bedroom. The two of them had already enjoyed each other's company twice while they waited for Gaius to finish his meeting, and if the way that Agrippa was holding her was any indication, a third time was near. "We have to be careful," Lucretia said. "I can't get pregnant until I can marry again."

"I know," Agrippa said softly. "I... spoke to someone about it," he confessed. Lucretia raised a brow. "Do not worry she is discreet," her lover reassured her. "But she said that some women who work in certain professions use lemon juice to halt any pregnancies."

"Lemon juice?" Lucretia repeated. Agrippa hummed, whispering the explanation to her. Lucretia felt her eyes go slightly wide but her smile was even wider. A way to enjoy her lovers without worry of scandal, she was thrilled. "Pompona!" Lucretia called. "Get me some lemon juice." And then she flipped on top of Agrippa with a smirk.

NiV masterlist / full masterlist

[atla-adult-au]

‘There’s Something About Mai’

<My vision of a Maitara>

2 gorgeous besties

This hc was inspired by the possibility of them being good friends from sadladybug’s fan fic Clothe Me in Seasons. But I ramped it a bit more to explore their sensual side.

In most cases, they would meet for occasional shoptalk where both would give glowing compliments to each other and sometimes talk about life in the palace that are not highly classified. In their extra, they would have tea, go to a spa, dine out, or watch a play. Mai would advise Katara on culture, tips on protocol, and the art of persuasion without ever having to raise her voice. Katara then would influence Mai to get out more and meet the people she was meant to rule.

In a way, they were more friends than lovers as they only have sparse encounters which gives them less chances of getting caught. Sometimes, encounters don’t mean all the way. It could be a quick canoodling or as simple as a smack or a deep kiss. They are secure enough to know where they stand and what they mean to each other where they dont make unnecessary demands from the other. Their clandestine meetings would be brief as they try their darnedest to sneak and squeeze at least 5 minutes of quick dallying.

They would send each other gifts and letters of how their day went, and how they’d miss each other. Katara bought diamond crusted barrettes for Mai she found at a high end shop she thought would look good on Mai. Mai wore it with pride on the right side just below her bun.

Mai had a custom made water heart and fire pin which Katara fastens near her breast. To many, this seemed like a tribute to her ancestry and current status as the lady of the fire nation which could also be the case. But in reality, this is a symbol of the special relationship she has with Mai.

Katara would have Mai’s measurements and send her a box of a beautiful but a tad too revealing dress in Mai’s signature black color and tells Mai she should show more skin.

Mai in turn would also send her a red dress with golden accents and tells Katara she should wear red and gold more because it goes great with her complexion.

Remembering that Zuko is allergic to cats, Mai gifted Katara with a hunting dog to her sons’ delight. Katara has three sons by this time at 25. The eldest and firebending heir Lu Ten who is 7 years old and 5 year old twins Kenji-a non bender, and Kaneo (Kah-Neh-Yo), a water bender. The children named the dog Zhen Zhen (precious).

Katara purchased what looked like a black Persian from a souk at the outskirts of the Si Wong dessert. Mai was so ecstatic that she squealed with joy when she removed the soft tarp to discover the golden eyed Persian temporarily housed within the gilded cage. She ironically named the cat Yuki (Snow) and hardly left her arm.

At one point, both women were pregnant at the same time. Katara’s fourth child to Mai’s first. Katara turned out to be carrying a baby girl she named Kya (who turns out to be another firebender). She was helping Mai in one of her terrible morning sickness which earned her the honor of being the godmother to Princess Shui (Shway) whose name means ‘water’ out of her gratitude (love) for Katara.

When they’re in a royal family gathering with their young children, Katara would dote on Shui while Mai would pour her love on Katara’s sons. She would make sure they keep their manners and give a listening ear to their mis-adventures. The boys’ stories would make Mai laugh so hard. Her favorite tales would be from Kaneo which turned out to be a little Sokka.

The only thing they didn’t do together yet was spar as there were memories they’d rather forget for fear of hurting the other. Mai was also very secretive of her techniques at first. Nevertheless, Katara gushes about Mai’s knife skills as a nonbender and Mai worships Katara’s ability to bloodbend. With Zuko’s encouragement, the two would practice their joust in a form of a dance. The queens even gave a surprise performance on King Kuei’s birthday which astonished the crowds.

Katara is openly vocal to Mai about Mai’s beauty, grace, and class. This in turn makes Mai smile when she gets compliments from Katara. The Earth Kingdom Palace staff noticed that Mai is shown to smile a lot more when Katara’s around. Katara’s wit, her nurturing personality, openness, and ability to please which Mai never felt with Jun was so endearing to her. Also, Mai is proud for having a badass lover that she never expected more than anything Katara is able to give. Mai knew from the beginning that Katara can only love Zuko and that was enough. The Earth King has his suspicions of what lies beneath but Zuko knows and is permissive of their relationship as long as Katara doesn’t neglect her duties. Mai even assists Katara on some of her tasks by being there for her to give her moral support on some of her charitable endeavors and would at times act as proxy if needed.

Mai even accompanied Katara to the Northern Kingdom and the Southern Water Tribe to oversee reconstruction projects sponsored by the Earth Kingdom. This was when Mai asked Katara why Zuko never asked to heal his facial scar. Katara replied that both of them decided not to. That Zuko has learned to live with it and that his scar helps him to recognize that he has come a long way. The scar in a way also makes him not to look like his father, as he says. Katara respected his wishes and and even supported Zuko because she sees his scar as a badge of honor for standing up to his tryant father and his father’s general. Katara also said that she got so used to the scar that she hardly even notices it anymore. What she can’t stand was, and asked Zuko not to repeat it again, was that wolf tail pony he used to sport when he was younger. Both Katara and Mai laughed and agreed that this wasn’t his best look. Mai’s visits to the colder regions only happened once as Katara understood that Mai couldn’t stand the cold.

They also worked as partners in bringing down their enemies-For the Earth Kingdom it was the Dai Li. For the Fire Nation it was The Red Lotus (after the New Ozai was disbanded following his father’s assassination in prison.) Zuko would help from time to time and they would all work disguised as ‘The Blue Spirit’, ‘The Painted Lady’ and ‘The Blade Queen’, also pegged as ‘the Dark Triad’.

In the span of seven years that they were together, they were lovers only on very rare moons and would spend a three way liaison only three times. One time on each of their birthdays. They all would plan ahead to meet a few days shy or a week after so nobody can put two and two together.

In every ‘session’, either between Katara and Mae, or all three of them, they have to be extremely cautious to avoid even a whiff of tongue wagging. They would form elaborate plans to meet from sending coded messages, stealthily snucking out of the palace dressed as regular folk, to renting barely furnished inns. This didn’t hamper their duties to their nation or to their families as this was rarely done. When they do meet on normal circumstances, they would act like the best of friends that they are.

On very rare instances of a three way, it was always Katara who calls the shots. The first time was a surprise for Zuko’s birthday. Despite having Mai there to enjoy them both, Zuko only made love to Katara that night as the risk of also impregnating the Earth Kingdom queen may start another war. The second time was on Katara’s birthday two years later. Katara relented to Mae serving Zuko but he still made love only to Katara that day. However on Mai’s 33rd birthday, Katara offered her husband to please Mai to Zuko’s reluctance. The feeling of compersion from all three of them was so immense (For Katara to give Mae the pleasure of what her husband gives her, for Katara to give Zuko the experience of an exciting and dangerous interlude, and for Mae and Zuko to satisfy Katara on her whimsical fantasy), that Katara even encouraged Zuko to sire a child with Mai likely as an effect of post coital passion. Both Zuko and Mai were relieved that Mai had her period two weeks after. Both of them swore never to indulge Katara in her whims as it is not worth it for them to risk their kingdom and reputation so the triad tryst never happened again. As a sign of mea culpa, Zuko and Katara gifted Mai with a promise ring of friendship on her birthday party held at the grand hall of the earth kingdom palace.

Still the gossips were bound to form, some wildly exaggerated than others (as if the actual events were not already wild in itself) but was never confirmed by any of them, nor were they discovered. But some stories cannot be kept hidden and will be revealed in its own time. Even Sokka and Suki dropped hints to which the three of them just ignored (or avoided).

None of the nobles on any kingdoms dare ask about their close-knit friendship for fear that they may share the same fate of the unfortunate nobleman more than a decade ago.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 270

Family Feud/The Pilot

“Family Feud”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean track down Crowley’s son after realizing that a murder at a museum is connected to the centuries-old ship he should’ve been on

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I don’t know. Probably not.

I hate how Mary’s lying to the boys. I get why she’s doing it but….god….

Wait… was that an angel keeping an eye on Luci’s baby mama?

The way Lucifer’s not even remotely scared of Crowley

I forgot they left Gavin alive!!! And in the present

The way they boys treat Rowena is so awful. Not even a please when they want her to stay and help her find her grandson

I don’t super love Kelly and her literal hellspawn but there is something fun about the demon sent to protect her

ABADDON?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!! I am being SPOILED this episode

So Gavin’s girlfriend has turned vengeful spirit (maybe??) but….like….there’s usually some kind of motive behind their present actions

Oh. She stowed away to the girls school to get her revenge on teachers

Is Gavin really gonna….omg, why does Crowley care all of a sudden? Gavin’s going to go back in time to die on the ship he should have been on, sparing his girlfriend the horrors she’s been through that caused her to become a vengeful ghost. It’s sweet, really

Well…at least she’s come clean about working with the British Men of Letters…god…Dean is so betrayed. It’s written ALL OVER his face. Sam looks like he might be willing to hear her out but…Dean…that’s gonna take a while longer

Oh. It wasn’t just her recognizing the goodness of Gavin’s heart and actions. SHE WANTED CROWLEY TO SUFFER like she did when he made her kill the little polish boy

Ah…now the episode title makes sense

“The Pilot”

Plot Description: two worlds collide when the Doctor meets Bill, and a chance encounter with a girl with a star in her eye leads to a terrifying chase

I’m so worried that the star is literal and we have a men in black belt of Orion thing to contend with

Wait…it would make a certain amount of sense if Nardole’s body was somewhat mechanical, but is it??

Why’s he a university professor all of a sudden??

I do love when the companion breaks protocol. Bill just asked him “I can’t just call you Doctor. Doctor what?”

I already really like Bill. There’s something about her that reminds me of the RTD era companions

Also? Really appreciating how kind of soft and whimsical 12 is now. I loved the intense best friendship he had with Clara but oh….he’s now able to have more than one friend at a time!! And ones that aren’t trying to kill him every other minute!

Unless there was something actually wrong and harmful, I don’t think I’d be actually mad that I had something that made it look like I had a star in my eye

But uh, why does whatever’s in that puddle need a pilot?? Heather’s so shady

Oh. Just what Bill needed for Christmas, an emotional break down over photos of her mom who died when she was a baby….

Whyyyyy was the Doctor the photographer for one of the pictures of Bill’s mom?

Oh, Heather, what are you doing to her?? OH! Oh no!! What happened to Heather???

“Do you know any sci fi?” Oh, Bill…bestie, he IS sci fi

Ok. This button up shirt, vest, zip up hoodie, long blazer look is SO GOOD on Twelve. The hoodie adds a bit of casualness that he’s been missing

Awwww he wants to protect Bill from what being a companion would entail even though he’s really enjoying her company ☹️

Literally childhood fear reawakened. Why is Heather staring up from Bill’s bathtub drain??? Like…..absolutely FUCK THAT. NO.

This is also giving Midnight vibes and…HATE THAT TOO

Ok but also the moment he knows she’s not safe from all the shit out there, HE’S SHOWING OFF!! He brought her into the TARDIS and powered it up and is SMILING

“You’re safe in here and you always will be” 🥹🥹🥹

Omg she’s CRITICIZING THE TARDIS. I’m cackling. She compared it to a kitchen, all metal and whatnot, but then asked if he ran out of money for the wood doorsssssss

Bill is learning the hard way exactly how the TARDIS works

HOW DOES IT TRAVEL THAT FAST??? The weird puddle, not the TARDIS

Did he take her into a battle during the Time War?? Doctor…

Mmmm ☹️☹️☹️☹️ Heather really liked Bill before she dieddddd. And she’s keeping her promise to her to not leave, which is why Heather’s been following them around the whole universe and all throughout time

I can’t believe he was going to erase her memories. I’m so mad at him for that. After doing that to himself about Clara? AFTER DONNA??

Oh, good. He changed his mind THIS episode

[nurturingfather44]

Egg Donors: Debunking Myths And What You Have To Know

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[mystical-blaise]

Dadriel #9: The Name Game

With Madja’s departure, there was only the six of them in the room, the rest of the Inner Circle was forced to wait their turn to greet the newest members of the Night Court.

Cassian reached over to the little one bundled up in blue, grinning as the boy grasped onto his massive finger. His whole puny grip barely hanging onto his uncle’s thumb.

The wriggling body in the shadowsinger's own arms demanded his attention. Azriel peered down at the small baby girl. His daughter.

He swayed back and forth, urging her to go back to sleep. It had been a long day, after all. Which was why, when Gwyn had stated she wished to rest, Azriel had assembled forces to help. Because his wife and mate deserved to relax like a godsdamn queen in the deepest repose. And after she awoke, he was going to bring whatever she craved to eat and drink to replenish.

Mother above, what she had endured? He could never truly repay her. Ever. But Az would find ways to thank her for their children, bringing them here content and healthy, until his dying day.

His little girl squirmed more, so he added in a shushing noise, a tactic he’d heard Feyre and Rhys use with Nyx in the past. Only, this did not work for this little one. Oh, no.

Her minuscule fists shot out of the tight wrap—and it was a superb swaddle. One she shouldn’t have been able to breach. Az had rehearsed it over and over, on dolls, before the delivery. Babies were purported to find it pacifying as if they were back within the womb.

But apparently not his little girl. Oh, no. She was already breaking protocol.

Arms flailing, hands balling, she stretched , the tips of her wings jutting over the top of the dove-gray cotton blanket. Her mouth opened up in a full yawn. Azriel chuckled at the sight, the way her nose scrunched just like her mother’s. He dipped his face, planting a gentle peck on the top of her fluffy, delicate head.

Gods, she was so soft and so profoundly tiny.

“Azriel?” Cassian asked again.

Oh, right, the question. Azriel smiled back down at his daughter, who was presently struggling to eat her own hand.

“Well, we—”

A fierce wail interrupted his answer. The bed linens rustled, followed by a resounding yawn. “I take it someone is hungry?”

“So, have you decided on names?” Cassian asked from his seat across the chamber, gawking in wonder at the two fresh arrivals in their world, particularly the one closest, nestled in Nesta’s arms.

A son.

Azriel snorted, staring down at the fussy babe. “Sounds like it.”

He strode forward, tenderly rocking as he moved to his wife. Their eyes met and his chest squeezed. Gods above… Gwyneth Berdara was still absolutely breathtaking. Even with her hair a copper nest, her eyes puffy, she was the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen in all his centuries.

Gwyn’s arms were already arranged, ready for the hand-off. Azriel leaned over, safely transferring the bundle into the awaiting arms. 

“Thank you,” Gwyn said, as she fixed their daughter in the crook of one arm as she unbuttoned her tunic. Before her engorged left breast was uncovered, his shadows functioned as a blanket, obscuring the view. 

Alighting on the edge of the bed, Azriel’s lips twitched as he regarded his daughter greedily take what Gwyn provided. The backs of Gwyn’s fingers feathered across the sweet, working jawline of the infant at her breast.

His heart was full. So very full. 

When Gwyn inclined her head to gaze up at him, her teal eyes were lined with silver.

Azriel leaned into her, sweeping his mouth against Gwyn’s forehead. 

“Do you need anything, love?” he asked her, brushing back her hair as best he could.

“Not right now. It seems I’ll be busy for some time. Ouch!” Gwyn’s cheeks flushed. “Apparently, from what I read in books, this takes a bit of getting used to.”

“I bet,” Nesta said. Gwyn’s eyes found her friend across the way, and they shared a smile. “Don’t worry, your boy is fine. Sleeping.”

Gwyn’s gaze shifted to his brother’s and Cassian’s smile was watery. “You did a great job, Gwynnie. Proud of you. They’re perfect.”

“What can I say? I’m a perfectionist in all things,” Gwyn said proudly, turning her attention back to her daughter. “Well, you were definitely hungry, dear Catrin. I hope you weren’t waiting too long while your mother napped.”

Azriel brought his palm to the back of Gwyn’s neck, rubbing away the tension. “Catrin only issued complaints just before you woke up. Other than that, the two were dozing as soundly as you. I think you all needed it.”

“Catrin?” Nesta urged, her voice wavering. “That’s what you two named her?”

Gwyn nodded, beaming down at the babe who bore a name of great meaning and honor. 

“Yes,” she replied. “We had her name chosen for a daughter since the beginning. In fact, it was Azriel’s idea, his first pick.”

Nesta rocked the baby boy in her arms as Cassian put an arm around his mate, leaning in for a closer view. 

“And what about this little bruiser?” Cassian asked.

“Well…” Gwyn started, drawing out the word. Her nose scrunched. Azriel snorted. “We had issues picking boys’ names. He didn’t like mine, I didn’t like his.” 

“I believe you said you hated mine,” Azriel jabbed. 

Gwyn sent him a spirited scowl. “But we made a deal.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to hear about this,” Cassian chuckled. Nesta shushed him and then kissed his cheek. 

Azriel’s palms drifted down from Gwyn’s neck, working next on her shoulders. “As I got my choice for Catrin, Gwyn could name our son without my objection.”

“You gave Gwyneth Berdara free rein? That was brave, brother,” Cass snickered. “All right, so what is your decision, Gwynnie?”

It was something Azriel would also like to learn. Gwyn had been closed-lip about the whole affair, preferring it be a surprise. The only thing Az had informed her was he didn’t wish to know how or where she took the name. The name by itself was fine . Because godsforbid it was after a male Gwyn had found attractive before she’d met him or something like that.

‘Our priestess would never do that, Singer’ his shadows offered, still covering.

“So, what have you decided, love? What name have you chosen for our son?”

Gwyn considered the bundle swathed in navy blue cradled in Nesta’s arms.

“Llyr,” Gwyn announced. “I wanted something unique. And a name related to the sea. I thought it was a nice, subtle nod to our shared nymph ancestry.”

“I have to admit, Gwyn. Llyr Berdara has a pleasant ring to it,” the shadowsinger confessed.

“Thank you, Az.”

“How are you spelling it?” Cassian asked as Nesta transferred the boy into his hulking arms. Gods, the babe looked so delicate and slight with his head next to those biceps.

As Gwyn spelled it out, Nesta pressed her lips together, her hand lifting to hide a building grin.

“Huh,” Cassian said, “Wait. So you’re spelling it the same way as that one character.” He swayed the baby. Azriel’s hand stopped rubbing Gwyn’s back as Cassian forged ahead. “Which book, Nes? You know the one. That one with the seductive merman named Llyr. With that one smut scene underwater? Which I still can’t see how you would fu… um, consummate love, underwater. Mer-guy or not…” Cassian lightly slapped his knee, before he blurted, “ Seas of Passion! That’s the godsdamn novel’s name!”

Gwyn’s nape went blazing red. Az tipped forward, finding his mate's face to be equally colored with embarrassment.

With Catrin’s belly now appeased, Gwyn rearranged her loose top and settled the baby on her chest for rest. The shadows dissipated.

Gwyn’s teal eyes found Azriel’s, and she was worrying her lip. He reached over, tugging her lower lip out from between her teeth.

“Really, Berdara? After a character in one of those books?”

“Would it help if I told you it was an incredible book?”

He tapped her nose playfully, his gaze flitting between Catrin and Llyr Berdara—their children. As Azriel found himself surrounded by his wife, children, and some of his dearest friends, all safe and sound, he realized something things were far more important than names.  

[sugarybitterness]

Kate x reader

maybe it's late at night and kate is in her home office working when she hears reader crying ? readers having a nightmare and kate comforts her? 🥺 pls just lots of fluff and cuddling

yayyy my first kate request! and also my first kate fic 😮‍💨😮‍💨 honestly i adore her sm she’s so funny and overall so so sweet djksndks i am a simp 🥺 hope u enjoy this !! feedback is alw appreciated <3 also this is set in an au whr everyone lives and no one dies so yay!

700 celebration 😮‍💨

the first time you meet kate bishop is at a sports meet. intel had come in about a promising young girl who was skilled in archery, who also happened to be the daughter of the CEO of a security company. with the older avengers beginning to step down, it was time for some new faces to come in. so, it was your job to recruit her.

“hey, i’m here on the behalf of the avengers. could i get your number so that we can contact you in regards to a potential tryout?”

“oh! uh, sure? i can write it down for you if you’d like?”

when you contacted kate about coming down to showcase her skills to the team, you were taken aback by her response.

“wait, you’re actually working for the avengers? it wasn’t just some pickup line?”

“no..? wait why would you give me your number if you didn’t think i was serious about the avengers tryouts thing?”

“i thought you were cute!”

“oh my god.. so will you be coming down for the tryouts kate bishop?”

naturally, when kate was officially added to what the team called “baby avengers” alongside yelena belova and peter parker (which you were slightly miffed about as you had joined the team shortly after wanda but due to your young age the team continuously babied you), two of you started to become closer.

“someone has to look out for her!” was your defence when your friends teased you about your budding relationship the young archer. the way kate had easily trusted you worried you, considering you had yet to be introduced to the public and could’ve easily been someone trying to scam or hurt her. safe to say none of them believed you and they even began betting on when the both of you would get together. (wanda won)

while you still worry about her still too trusting nature, it’s safe to say you’ve come to love that about her as well. with your rough upbringing as an hydra experiment, trust never really came easy to you. but you found yourself trusting kate effortlessly and with trust came comfort.

comfort was yet another thing that you were still getting used to. it started small- from the very first few weeks of being an avenger. natasha finding you in the common room when neither of you could sleep due to nightmares, a cup of tea in hand. wanda choosing your favourite show or movie to watch together, sometimes holding you if you needed. yelena offering you snacks whenever she noticed you were sadder than usual.

but nothing could ever prepare you for the comfort kate bishop brought you.

it was another late night for your girlfriend. kate might technically be an avenger, but she had decided to continue working under bishop security. a decision she regrets slightly when all kate wants to do was to hold you and sleep all day long, but the reports that were due in a couple days meant that she wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon.

taking a sip from the still warm cup of tea that you had prepared for her before bed, kate closes her eyes and sighs tiredly, her mind running through a mental list of things she had to do. a sudden cry from the bedroom of the apartment makes kate sit up quickly, cup hurriedly set down on the table as she reaches for her bow and arrows.

the brunette is quick to move to your shared room, her mind quickly running through the security protocol she would have to activate if there was a hostile there. the door opens and kate braces herself for a fight, but is met with your shaking form in the middle of the bed.

“baby?” kate calls softly, brows furrowing when you don’t seem to acknowledge her. moving slowly so as to not startle you, kate places her weapons to the side before walking over.

“honey, can you hear me?” kate tries again, releasing a sigh of relief when you turn your head just a little, locking eyes with her.

“katie?” your voice comes out as a whimper, your hands balled into tight fists as you try to ground yourself from the nightmare that woke you.

“yes baby girl, it’s me. is it okay if i touch you?” kate asks, knowing that you tended to be a little sensitive to touch after particularly bad nightmares. you nod quickly, unfurling your hands so that you can reach out to her. the minute kate pulls you into her embrace, your arms are circling her neck while your legs wrap around her torso. kate gently moves the both of you until she was sitting against the headboard, one hand stroking through your hair while the other runs up and down your back soothingly.

“you’re okay honey, you’re safe.” kate spoke softly, her comforting words slowly easing your erratic breathing. you softened in her hold, reveling in the way kate made you feel so safe, her soft kisses to your head making your body fill with warmth.

“thank you.” you whisper into the darkness of the room, your lips pressing a soft kiss onto kate’s neck where you had been nuzzling into.

“no need to thank me love, i’m here for you, always.” kate promises, her hold on you tightening ever so slightly.

you were forever thankful that the universe brought you someone like kate and that you could always seek out the comfort of your girlfriend’s embrace whenever you wanted. with kate, you felt safe and, most importantly, you felt loved.

[emerysaks]

For the Cap!Peggy x Angie reqs, could you do one where Angie is gawking at Peggy’s muscles and they have their first kiss?

Thanks!

I hope you like this, @blazestarninja13!

(a big thank you to @likea-black-widow-baby for the beta!)

Dating in the 21st Century

Angie Martinelli glanced at her phone to check the time and wondered, yet again, why she agreed to a blind date. Boredom? Desperation? Tequila? Gloria had been going on and on about how Angie needed to get out more, meet girls outside her comfort zone, and test the dating waters after her disastrous relationship with Becky. Finally, over one too many shots of tequila, Gloria wore her down. Angie took a sip of her water.

Three nights earlier

“I can’t believe you’re saying yes!” Gloria squealed in excitement. She whipped out her phone and began texting, her fingers flying over the screen.

Angie propped her head on her hand and shrugged. “Why not? It’s not like I’m having any success doing it my way.” She reached for the glass of water the bartender placed in front of her. “Who did you say this woman was?”

Gloria looked up from texting. “She’s a coworker of my friend’s brother’s wife. They’ve been trying to set her up for a while now. I just sent her a text.”

Angie swallowed the large gulp of water in her mouth and squinted. “You sent my blind date a text?” she asked in confusion.

Gloria rolled her eyes. “No, silly. I sent my friend a text. She’s going to text her brother and ask him to ask his wife to ask her coworker if she’s game.”

Angie rubbed the bridge of her nose. Admittedly, she was somewhat drunk, but it felt like a lot was going on here. She tried again.

“Okay, so your friend is going to get me this woman’s number or give her mine?”

Gloria glanced down at her phone. “She said yes!”

“Your friend?”

“How many shots have you had tonight, Angie?”

“Too many.”

“The coworker,” Gloria explained. “The coworker said yes. She has your number and will text you the time and place.”

“Great,” Angie said with an evident lack of enthusiasm. She drained the water and tried to bring the room into focus. “Does this woman have a name?”

Gloria scrolled up through her messages. “Margaret.”

“Margaret?” Angie echoed. “Sounds kinda old-fashioned.” She frowned. “You didn’t set me up with some geriatric lesbian, did you?”

Gloria snorted and smacked Angie on the arm. “No! All I know is that she works with my friend’s brother’s wife at some government agency. I’m not sure which one, but what does it matter? You’ve got yourself a date, Ang!”

“Lucky me.”

Friday evening

Angie was beginning to think she’d been stood up and was texting Gloria to tell her that when a clipped British voice interrupted her.

“I’m terribly sorry I’m late. I had a bit of a kerfuffle with some photographers outside.”

Two thoughts flashed through Angie’s mind as she lifted her head to greet her blind date.

The first was that this woman’s voice was to die for. The second was that she might actually be a senior citizen if she regularly used the word kerfuffle.

But none of that mattered when she realized who stood before her. She wasn’t wearing the red, white, and blue uniform, but Angie would have recognized Captain Margaret “Peggy” Carter anywhere. Ever since her return from hibernation, the woman’s picture had been plastered over social media feeds, memes, newscasts, and billboards in Times Square.

“You’re Margaret?”

Captain Carter winced. “Please, call me Peggy.”

Angie nodded dazedly. “Sure thing. Peggy.”

Carter gestured to the chair. “May I sit?”

“Oh yeah! Of course. Sit!” She waved a hand at the empty spot.

Angie took another long sip of her wine and watched as Peggy Carter made herself comfortable. Her mind whirled with thoughts. Gloria had set her up with a national hero. Angie didn’t know whether to thank her or strangle her. What did a person do on a date with a superhero? Was there some sort of etiquette or protocol?

“You seemed a little surprised,” Peggy observed.

Angie bit her lower lip. “Truth be told, I wasn’t expecting one of the world’s mightiest heroes.

Peggy frowned. “I see. What were you expecting?”

“A friend’s brother’s wife’s coworker who works for a government agency.”

Peggy stared. “I beg your pardon?”

Angie laughed and felt the surprise and nervousness slowly dissipate. “Yeah, that was my reaction when I first heard it, too.”

“Good Lord, that’s a mouthful. I’m surprised you even agreed to meet me,” Peggy smiled.

“Well, I might have had a few drinks,” Angie admitted.

Peggy looked alarmed. “Do you often make decisions while impaired?”

Angie blushed and shook her head. “That came out wrong. What I meant was, yeah, I had a few shots of liquid courage and said yes to the blind date. But, I wanted to come."

Peggy leaned forward and peered at Angie. “I assure you, I wasn’t being judgmental. I was merely concerned.”

Some of Angie’s embarrassment dissipated, and she looked at Peggy curiously. “You’re a bit of a conundrum, aren’t you, English?”

“English?”

Angie waved a hand at her. “You’re British. You have an English accent. What about that doesn’t make sense?”

Peggy pursed her lips. “I realize it hasn’t been that long since I woke up, but are all New Yorkers as direct as you?”

Angie shrugged. “The mileage can vary. But yeah, I don’t pull punches.” She lifted an eyebrow. “That a problem?”

Peggy leaned back and reached for a menu. “Not at all,” she said. “I like knowing where I stand.”

“Speaking of, how tall are you?” Angie asked as she grabbed a menu and glanced at the entrees.

Peggy sighed. “6’1’.”

Angie let out a low whistle. “Not gonna lie, Cap, that’s kind of sexy.” At Peggy’s startled look, Angie chuckled. “What? We’ve established I’m direct.”

“I feel like dating has changed considerably since I last tried this,” Peggy murmured. She placed her menu down and peered at Angie. “Although I must say, it’s refreshing to have the freedom to sit here with you in public and not skulk about in shadows.”

“Refreshing,” Angie repeated. “Okay, I’ll take refreshing. Definitely better than some of the other first dates I’ve had.” She reached for a chip from the bowl that sat between them. “So, when was the last time you went out on a date?” Angie ventured.

Peggy tilted her head to the side and appeared to think about it. “1945, I think. Although truth be told, it wasn’t really a date, per se.”

Angie stared at her. “You’re telling me you haven’t dated in… what almost 70 years?”

Peggy shrugged. “That sounds correct – give or take a few years.”

“We’re gonna need more wine,” Angie breathed.

A few hours later

“Then what happened?” Angie asked, tears streaming down her face as she tried to contain her laughter. Peggy had been regaling her with tales from her time during the war and a specific incident involving women’s undergarments while they stood outside the restaurant waiting for Angie’s taxi to arrive.

“Well, I had to say something. I couldn’t let that anchor clanker get away with stealing Private Lorraine’s skivvies,” Peggy said incredulously. “It was a matter of honor.”

Angie laughed again and shook her head. “I don’t know what an anchor clanker is, but I’m going to assume it’s no good.”

Peggy rolled her eyes. “A sailor, Angie.”

“Sure, that makes sense.”

“You do know what skivvies are?” Peggy questioned.

Angie gazed appraisingly at Peggy and leaned in. “I don’t know,” she drawled. “Maybe we should go somewhere a little more private, and you can educate me?”

The look of shock on Peggy’s face was priceless, and Angie was tempted to stay silent and let it play out. But after another moment of watching Peggy’s cheeks darken to a lovely shade of pink, she took pity on her.

“I’m teasing you, English!” She patted Peggy’s arm and grinned. “Of course, I know what skivvies are. Also, it may be the 21st century, but even I don’t go home with a girl on the first date.” She paused, then amended, “Well, not normally.” She smirked. “Pretty sure I’d make an exception for you.”

Peggy gazed at her. “I can’t tell whether you’re pulling my leg.”

“Probably a little,” Angie answered honestly. “However, you don’t strike me as the type to fall into bed that easily.”

Peggy regarded her for a moment. Then, with a wink, she echoed Angie’s earlier words, “Well, not normally.”

“Atta girl, English. Play hard to get. Makes it more fun for you and me!”

Peggy shook her head in amusement. “You most certainly are not what I expected tonight, Angie.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Most definitely a good thing. I’ve had a wonderful evening.” Peggy grew serious. “Thank you. It’s been quite some time since I’ve enjoyed myself this much.”

Angie leaned in closer. “Enough to try this again?” she asked hopefully.

“Absolutely.”

They stared at each other, and Angie could feel the heat radiating from Peggy’s closeness.

“God, English, your arms are incredible,” she blurted before she could stop herself.

“I’m sorry?”

Angie groaned inwardly at her slip up but soldiered on. “Your arms,” Angie repeated and gestured to Peggy’s well-defined biceps. “I haven’t been able to stop staring at them all night. You had to have noticed.”

The corner of Peggy’s mouth lifted slightly. “I might have noticed.”

“Uh-huh,” Angie snorted.

Peggy raised her left arm and flexed. “They are rather impressive, aren’t they?” she teased.

Angie groaned. “You’re the worst.”

Peggy laughed. “So, you don’t want to feel it?” She started to lower her arm but stopped midway when Angie’s hand curled around her upper bicep and squeezed.

“Don’t you dare!” Angie bit her lower lip and traced her hand along the exposed flesh.

“So, not the worst?” Peggy clarified.

“Not the worst,” Angie confirmed. Her other hand came up to rest on Peggy’s shoulders.

“Geez, do you lift Volvos or something? Angie sighed, her fingers dancing over Peggy’s well-defined bicep yet again.

“Aston Martins,” Peggy deadpanned.

“A British car, of course,” Angie laughed. She glanced at Peggy’s other arm beneath the tight-fitting sleeve. “Meanwhile, I believe it.”

Peggy smiled. “So, when do you want to do this again?”

Angie looked up at her and grinned. “Me running my hands all over you? How about tomorrow?”

Peggy shook her head. “You’re incorrigible. I meant another date, and you know it.”

Angie bit her lower lip. “Well, you can’t blame a girl for trying.”

“Of course, I can, Peggy assured her.” “However, this time, I find myself not wanting to do that.” She regarded Angie with a fond smile. ‘I have a feeling you’re going to be trouble, Angie Martinelli.”

“That’s probably accurate.”

Peggy steadily regarded her. “I do like a good challenge.”

Angie stepped back and saluted her. “Private Angie Martinelli reporting for duty.”

Peggy groaned. “Perhaps I should rethink this. I’m sure Clint or Maria have other friends that might know someone.”

Angie leaned back in. “Don’t you dare,” she sighed and brought her face closer to Peggy.

“Tonight has been a lot of fun.”

Peggy nodded. “It has. Thank you for a lovely evening. It went far better than I expected it to.”

Angie beamed, then took another step in and boldly wrapped her arms around Peggy’s neck. “I don’t know how they did it back then, Peggy, but I really want to kiss you.”

Peggy’s arms snaked around Angie’s waist. “What a coincidence,” Peggy murmured. “I really want you to kiss me.”

“Oh, thank God,” Angie breathed before closing the gap between them.

It was, as far as first kisses went, it was pretty spectacular, Angie thought. Peggy’s hands wandered up and down Angie’s spine, sending delicious frisson throughout her body. Angie kept her eyes closed when they finally broke apart, and a goofy grin spread across her face.

“Well, that wasn’t nothing,” she murmured.

She heard a low chuckle and felt Peggy tighten her grip on Angie’s waist. “I’m glad you approve.”

“We are definitely doing this again,” Angie told her as she buried her face into the crook of Peggy’s neck.

“A second date?”

Angie nodded. “That, too.”

She was about to say more but stopped when the bright lights of a small car illuminated them.

“Your ride?” Peggy asked.

Angie stepped back and took a deep breath. “Yeah, that’s my carriage.”

“Well, you don’t want to keep it waiting. It’s my understanding they charge for you every second.”

“Something like that,” Angie laughed. She walked to the car and was pleased to find Peggy falling in step beside her. She was even more delighted when Peggy’s fingers threaded through her own.

“Are you free Saturday?” Angie asked when they got to the passenger door.

“I should be,” Peggy answered. “And if I’m not, I’ll find a way to clear my schedule.”

Angie blushed. “You know how to make a girl feel special. You sure it’s been 70 years since you last did this?”

Peggy laughed and held up three fingers. “Girl Guide’s honor.”

“You’ll have to explain that one to me next time,” Angie told her.

“It’s a promise.” Peggy leaned and captured Angie’s lips for a soft kiss. When she pulled away, her cheeks were also pink. She opened the door for Angie and waited until was she bundled away safely inside the back seat.

“I’ll call you,” she told Angie. “Hopefully tomorrow if I’m able.”

“Can’t wait,” Angie smiled. She watched Peggy close the door. As her car pulled away, she waved at Earth’s First Avenger and marveled that she was going to have a second date with the famous Captain Carter.

Angie pulled out her phone and tapped on Gloria’s name. She owed her friend several rounds of drinks. Best blind date ever.

@agentcarterbingo

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Million Dollar Man | Chapter Five

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summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, handcuffs, thigh fucking, public sex, exhibitionism, edging, vibrators, dirty talk, dom spencer

word count: 4.6K

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and Saturdays

Chapter Five | Masterlist

He’s ripped from a peaceful slumber by his work phone ringing on the night table. Y/N asleep on his chest, he tries to reach for it without waking her, successfully he answers with a groggy whisper, “hello?”

“Morning sleepy head?” Emily laughs, “it’s 10 am, Reid, why are you whispering?”

“I’m with my girlfriend, she’s still asleep,” he realizes he’s never told the team flat out that he was seeing someone, they all guessed but none of them had really asked.

“Oh,” Emily seems just as shocked that he said it. “We have a local case, I need you here for the geo profile and then you can go back to your mandated break.”

“I’ll be in, in 30,” he replies before hanging up.

“Can I come?” She whispers against him, obviously awake from all the commotion.

“Sure,” he shrugs, “if you don’t mind seeing and hearing about whatever horrific thing happened this time.”

“I don’t,” she sits up and stretches, “come on Mulder, we’ve got a case to crack.”

He laughs, “sure thing Scully.”

—

He’s nervous in the elevator on the way up to the BAU, Y/N on the other hand is so excited she’s practically vibrating. She’s dressed for the part, with her little visitor's badge and Spencer’s hand held tightly in her own, she basically drags him towards the bullpen when the doors open.

“Spence!” Luke calls for him, Tara and Matt turn around with big smiles to see him. “Who’s this?”

“Uh,” Spencer swallows sharply, “this is my girlfriend, Y/N this is Luke, Matt and Tara.”

She lets go of his hand to shake theirs, he watches as they all smile and introduce themselves to her, causing the rest of the team to notice the new person in the room and rush over. They have a lot of questions, they’re all very surprised she’s as young as he was when he started at the bureau and that he’s actually bringing her around.

When he finds out what’s going on, he’s really glad he brought her in. There’s been a few bomb threats in D.C, one of which is the building across from Y/N’s apartment. They’re trying to keep hysteria to a minimum, he knows he wouldn’t have been able to tell her if he didn’t bring her, he also knows he would have broken protocol to get her out of there.

She sits at his desk while he works, looking through all his things for a while before Spencer hears a familiar voice in the bullpen. Penelope was called in for backup, making eye contact with Y/N as soon as she walked in and cheering. “Oh! You’re here!”

Spencer leaves the briefing room, abandoning the geo-profile to introduce Penelope to the girl she helped him find, he runs down the stairs and wraps his arms around her.

“Spencer,” she relaxes into his embrace and holds him close, “I’ve missed you so much.”

When Spencer pulls away, the smile on his face is remarkable, “Penelope, this is Y/N,” he says her name and Penelope automatically knows who she is.

He told her right after he bought her whole Wishlist, Penelope has known about her the longest and yet she’s never been able to meet her. She turns to Y/N with a smile, “are you a hugger?”

Y/N stands and wraps her arms around her, “I think I owe you a very big thank you,” she whispers in Penelope’s ear.

“For what?”

“Teaching grandpa over here how to use the internet,” she teases him, “and for your helpful tips, he was the nicest one I met on there.”

“You’re very welcome,” Penelope pulls back with another smile, holding Y/N’s face in her hands, “and thank you.”

Y/N pulls her into another hug and now everyone is watching, Spencer knows he’s going to be bombarded with questions eventually but for now, Y/N is going with Penelope to her office and Spencer has a map to look at while he stresses himself out.

Matt, Tara and Emily head to the scene to join JJ, Rossi and Will, leaving Luke with Spencer in the briefing room.

“Can I ask?”

Spencer nods, “go ahead.”

“How did you meet her? Was she one of your students?”

He doesn’t know how to answer, not because he’s ashamed of it or of her, rather because he doesn’t know if she’ll want people to really know. “Penelope helped me get online to meet people, I made an account on a sugar daddy website thinking it would be easier to pay someone who doesn’t know me to hang out rather than try and make a new friend.”

“That’s smart,” Luke nods along as he listens. “She seems really cool.”

“She’s the best,” he smiles. “She’s really smart and talented, she’s an author actually, her books coming out in January.”

“I’ll have to get a copy,” Luke smiles right back.

“Her publisher and I have actually planned a big birthday party slash final draft party, if you and the team want to come and have drinks and get to know her more, that would be really nice,” Spencer offers, knowing it’s about time they all celebrated something together.

“I’d love to come, and I’ll bring Penelope,” Luke’s just as excited as he is.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t know already, being with Penelope and everything?”

He shrugs, “we don’t talk about work or really gossip about the team now that she’s not working here, it makes her a little sad that she left but she’s doing a lot better just coming in occasionally.”

“I didn’t think I’d like my months off at first, either, but now I’m also debating leaving,” he knows it's a lie. He’s already written his letter of recognition, he’s just waiting for the go-ahead from Y/N that they’re moving to California.

“16 years is a really long time to be doing this job,” he agrees, “I’m sure if you wanted to leave the bureau would offer you your full retirement package early, given everything you’ve been through for this country.”

Spencer nods, “don’t let this job take your spark, you’re very wonderful, Luke, and I’d hate to see you lose it for the greater good.”

“My greater good is just down the hall,” he smirks, “I make the world a better place for the woman I love, she’s the reason I get up every day and come to work because I can’t wait to get home to her safely.”

Luke has always loved Penelope, it’s been very obvious, and yet she didn’t want really anything to do with him until Derek advised her to be nice. She was so busy thinking about all her other babies leaving the nest after Derek that she didn’t take the time to consider bringing in Luke to the nest for warmth and love as well.

“When are you asking her to marry you?”

Luke turns bashful, a slight blush on his cheeks as he stares at the table, “Christmas, it’s her favourite time of the year.”

“Have you talked to Derek?” Spencer only worries slightly, after what happened with Kevin he doesn’t want to see it happen to Luke.

“Nope, I’ve talked to her brothers though, we’re going to California again this year for Christmas and they all said they’d love to have me in the family,” Luke smiles, “the Garcias are my favourite.”

Spencer isn’t normally a hugger but he walks around the table and wraps Luke up, “I’m asking Y/N in a week.”

“No way?”

He nods, “she’s the greatest good I’m ever going to get.”

“Amen, brother.”

—

Penelope’s job was incredible, she was in awe as she watched her tap away at her keyboard and answer a million and one questions. She reminded her of Ned from Kim Possible and she knew if she said that to anyone she’d give away just how young she is.

She’s gotten a lot of looks, she knows people are talking about it and yet she doesn’t really care. There isn’t any malice behind the stares and the whispers, they all seem genuinely surprised that Spencer has a girlfriend over the fact she’s in her 20’s.

There’s a single dull moment and she turns to Y/N, “can I please have the juicy details, please,” she begs and it makes her feel giddy.

She’s never really had any girlfriends like this, and she certainly didn’t have anyone to tell about Spencer. “He’s the love of my life, I’m completely serious.”

Penelope squealed, “that’s all I’ve ever wanted for him, ugh this is so exciting! Are you guys serious? How long has it been?”

She nods, “not long, uh he got me this necklace a week or two ago and we’ve been moving pretty slow for his sake. In the last 10 months he’s become my bestie and I’ve convinced him to move in and he sleeps in my bed now and I love waking up beside him… he’s a real gentleman.”

“That’s good, he’s never been able to take the scenic route in life… I know you’re only here cause he trusts you and if he trusts you that means you know everything and if you know ever—“

“Yeah,” she cuts her off, “I know about all of it and everyone who’s hurt him and how he’s hurt himself but what’s more important is that it doesn’t phase me, he’s just a person trying to deal with the life he’s been given, we all are.”

Penelope wraps her up in a gentle hug, “he’s always needed someone like you.”

It makes her heartbreak just a tiny bit thinking about how as long he didn’t have anyone. Sure, he was surrounded by his friends at work and loved enough that they all brought him back home but he was never cared for the way she would have done it. There’s a weird maternal instinct that comes over her with Spencer and she knows exactly why, all she knows is she wants to love him and care for him for the rest of his life.

If she lives to be 100, she hopes he lives to be 116, because there isn’t a day she wants to spend on this earth where Spencer Reid isn’t alive and beside her.

She’s not going to cry in Penelope’s arms after just meeting her so she pulls back with a smile, “but what kind of juicy details are we talking? Cause I can’t embarrass him too bad…”

Penelope’s laugh is evil as she rubs her hands together, “a little birdie whose name rhymes with shmerek said he knows how to use that mouth for more than just talking…”

It makes her laugh almost a little too hard and she starts to feel her face heat up, she simply nods, “yeah, we haven’t gone all the way but from what’s happened so far, I can agree.”

Penelope turns in her rolling chair and laughs, “ugh that’s so great, I’m glad you’re having a good time— I mean I always thought Spencer would be good in bed after all the chats we’ve had about kinks and shit, he’s really educated, obviously, but I always knew that it would translate from paper to real-life very easily.”

“Oh totally,” she nods feverishly, “we talked about that before actually, virginity is simply a construct used to control women and make them feel pure or dirty, to feel like they can take something from a woman and yet virgins are so sexual and in tune with their needs and wants that they typically are good or at least know what to do from whatever porn they’ve consumed when it comes down to it. How the more in tune with someone's sexuality that they are the better they are in bed because they apply what they want to their partner and almost get off more on the fact someone is enjoying them than the fact they’re being pleasured.”

Penelope shakes her head with a loving smile, “you listen when he talks, you love every part of him and you’re beautiful… he really hit the jackpot.”

She brushes it off with a laugh, “I got pretty lucky with him too.”

Her phone rings before she can agree, answering with a cheerful tone, Spencer is on the other end, “do you have my beautiful girlfriend with you still?”

“Present,” she answers for herself, “are you still here, dad-Spence?”

She bites her lip and closes her eyes, fuck.

“Yeah, uh, I am, we think we got the actual building with the bomb, they’ve sent the team down there to clear it and check it out.”

“I’ll head back to the bullpen, then,” she stands and heads to the door, not wanting to face Penelope after almost calling him daddy right in front of her.

“Hey,” she calls to Y/N, “don’t be embarrassed. I get it, believe me, I’ve answered some calls in here with the dirtiest remarks to the completely wrong people. But, I’ll see you later?”

She smiles, “yeah, I’d love to see you again.”

In the bullpen, Spencer’s by his desk all alone. His teams cleared out and now it was just the office staff wandering around. She wraps her arms around his waist and rests her head on his back, “ready to go home?”

“Uh, not yet…” he turns to look at her, “I don’t want to bring you back to D.C unless the case is closed.” He looks nervous and she understands it perfectly.

“Okie Dokie, she smiles, leaning in for a hug to get close to his ear, “can we fuck in a storage closet to pass the time?”

He laughs but he takes her hand and he pretends to take her on a tour, he leads her down the hall and towards the filing room where he knows no one will be. “No one has really used this room in ages, since we went digital, and Penelope had all this stuff put online anyway.”

“So you can bend me over that table and rail me next time we come back?”

“Or?” She hears his playful tone and smirks to herself, letting him manhandle her hands behind her back as he bends her over a table, “I could fuck these big beautiful thighs of yours?”

“So only you can get off? Please,” She scoffs at him, wanting to piss him off to see where it gets her, wiggling her ass back against him as she does so.

He unbuttons her pants and drags them down her legs to leave her in just her thong, taking a handful of her ass and squeezing before laying a hard slap against her, she gasps at the feeling but also at the fact it was so loud.

“They’re going to hear you?!” She whispers with a disappointed tone.

“Isn’t that what you said you wanted? You wanted everyone to know only daddy can take care of you?” He uses her own words against her and she whines. “That’s what I thought.”

“No, but seriously,” she turns her head to look at him, “check my pocket.”

He does exactly that, finding one of her little bullet vibes in the front pocket of her jeans, “you planned this?”

“I knew we’d be having some kind of sex somewhere in this building,” she smirks. “Also my safe word is red but keep going.”

“Alrighty, then,” she can hear the smirk on his face as he thinks it over.

He takes his handcuffs out of his back pocket and cuffs her, “you know, it’s public indecency looking like this in here, technically it’s a federal offence and it’s my duty as a federal officer to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

She swallows sharply, pushing back against his groin and gasping when her bare asscheek meets the cold metal of his gun in his holster. Sometimes she forgot he was a real FBI agent, sometimes it didn’t feel real to her because he was just her nerdy boyfriend and he never had any of his "cop props" with him… suddenly they weren’t just accessories to her anymore, he was actually a cop who just bent her over a table and cuffed her and now he’s going to fuck her "big beautiful thighs" as he called them.

“What’s the sentence, agent?” She plays along because damn he’s hot like this.

He presses his chest to her back as he leans in close to her ear, “It’s doctor, and you know that.”

He turns on the vibrator and rests it inside her underwear, right against her clit at the lowest setting, her thighs twitch at the feeling and all she wishes is that she had something to hold on to.

She whines again when she hears his belt buckle dangle and his zipper open, he grips his cock at the base and drags the head between her cheeks before slipping between her things with a sigh, “and it’s taking my time, you’re just going to have to, rather impatiently, deal with it.”

“Yes, doctor,” she closes her eyes and waits for the feeling of his cock between her legs but he doesn’t push in.

He places his feet on either side of hers so that she can't open her legs any further and finally, finally breaches her thighs. He groans at the drag of his cock against her skin as the vibrations from her panties continue to make her legs quake. She lets out a shaky breath and reaches for his shirt as he presses against her once more. Grabbing his tie instead, she pulls on it and he gasps for air.

“Sorry,” she mumbles with a smirk, not sorry at all for slightly choking him as she continues to hold his tie.

He swats her hands away from his tie and grips the cuffs to separate her hands, pushing them further up her back until it’s almost uncomfortable. The most uncomfortable thing about this was the fact he wasn’t inside of her, she felt so empty as she clenched around nothing. The stimulation on her clit was nice, the feeling of him taking her from behind is ungodly and yet he’s not in her. It’s the worst punishment in the whole world.

It was nowhere near enough to get her off and he knew that she wanted so much more that she wasn’t going to get, whining as he kept his thrusts at the same slow pace. It was agonizing, she squeezed her legs together more to tease him but he ended up liking it. There was nothing she could do for more, she was just going to have to let him take her, and that thought was what brought her closer.

“Please?” She begged, sounding just as desperate as she thought she would and not giving a single fuck.

“Please what?” He snaps his hips against her just a bit harder with each thrust.

She gasps again before biting her lip to hold back a moan, “finish in my mouth?” She begs once more, “please?”

He pulls off of her and yanks her off the table, turning her around, she drops to her knees without being told and opens her mouth immediately. He grips her by her hair and guides her towards his cock, slipping it past her lips and right down her throat.

He groans at the feeling, she closes her eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of his heavy cock in her mouth. Taking him more forcefully than ever before, he’s too caught up in the moment to realize he might be a little too rough but she also doesn’t mind. Breathing through her nose to stay calm she takes him as far as she can, pressing her nose to his pubes he can feel how hot her breath is as she struggles to breathe.

“Such a good girl,” he pulls her off so she can breathe for a moment, “you want my cum so bad don’t you?”

“Yes please, daddy,” she replies with a rasp in her voice that makes it obvious where he’s been.

She takes him in her mouth once more, sucking earnestly to get him closer and closer to the edge. He’s whining, pulling her hair and doing everything in his power not to thrust against her face, even though she’s okay with it.

She knows when he’s close because his cock always twitches in the same spot, it’s a tell-tale sign that he’s going to cum in a second. She applies more suction, running her tongue along the underside before taking him all the way once more just in time for him to cum right down her throat with each swallow.

He’s not quiet, anyone walking past the door will hear him panting and gasping, muttering good girl under his breath, he’s more fucked out by this blow job than she’s ever made him before. She can’t help but smirk as he pulls away and leaves her there on her knees, covered in spit and drool and unable to wipe her own mouth due to the fact she’s still fucking handcuffed.

She rests against his shoe, pressing the vibrator against her clit a little more, she twitches at how good it feels but it’s still not enough to get her off, and a part of her doesn’t want to.

He pulls her up to her feet and sits her down on the table he was just pretending to fuck her against. He attempts to spread her legs and get between them but she stops him, “leave the vibe where it is and let’s just go home?”

“You want to walk out of this building with a vibrator in your panties, and say goodbye to my co-workers and friends knowing you could cum anytime?”

She smirks, “yes, but I won't cum cause this pathetic toy isn’t as good at you.”

He clicks the button to turn it up a speed and she gasps, pushing against the feeling and moaning into it, “I’d like to see you try that.”

—

He takes her on the rest of the “tour” with that vibrator in her panties, she’s getting more and more flustered the more they look around. Eventually, he shows her the library, getting her alone in the back corner where he can talk to her without the risk of people knowing what’s going on.

“I can’t,” she whines as he presses her against the shelves, “please?”

“Please what?”

“Turn it off, daddy, I can’t take it anymore,” she grips his suit jacket tightly as she looks up at him with the eyes he can’t say no to.

“Mmm,” he hums, reaching into her pants to free her from the stimulation, she relaxes finally. “What do you think you deserve now?”

“Don’t wanna cum till we’re at home,” she whispers, “but you’ll have to make it quick because we have a flight to catch at 8.”

“Fuck,” he whispers like he forgot. “I hope we can get back into the apartment in time.”

“Why?”

“The bomb was in the basement of the building beside yours,” he admits and the whole facade fades, “that’s why I’m not taking you home yet.”

“That’s why you wanted to fuck me,” she whispers with a giggle. “You could have at least told me this was a ‘you almost died’ rush for you.”

“I didn’t want to say it like that,” he admits and a depression washes through his blood, he feels the low settle as he drops, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she takes his face in her hands and makes him look her in the eyes, “I love you, I’m glad we’re both safe. Everything in there is replaceable, you and me aren’t. This is a really good thing, Spencer.”

He nods, doing what she’s told him so many times she wants him to do, telling her his thoughts so that he’s no longer haunted alone, “when I told my friend Derek about you, he said dating a younger woman means I’ll never have to worry about you dying of old age before me. That’s one of his fears being the same age as Savannah, but I’ve lost so many people I never even thought about getting old with you I’ve just wanted to keep this version of you safe and with me forever.”

“Penelope said she always wished you’d find someone like me, and my only thought was If I live to be 100, I hope you live to be 116 because there isn’t a day I want to spend on this earth where Spencer Reid isn’t alive and beside me,” he whispers with a smile, “but now I’m thinking if you live to be 100, I don’t want to go past 84.”

“You can’t say that,” he whispers, tears bubbling in his eyes, “what if I die tomorrow? I need to know you’re going to be fine and not end your wonderful existence because I’m not here anymore. You’re too wonderful to put all your worth on me.”

She doesn’t want to cry, she already looks like she’s been fucked and now she’s a mess, she pulls him into a kiss so he’ll stop talking and they can just be together, it was hard enough for her thinking he was going to die eventually, let alone him hypothesizing dying tomorrow.

She rests her forehead against his, “we always do this.”

“What?”

“It’s like orgasms open the emotions or something,” she snuffles which turns into a laugh, “do you think our kids are going to find it weird that you’re so much older than me?”

Everything takes him for a loop, “uh,” he struggles to find the words, pulling back and looking at her as her face drops, “I um—

“You don’t want kids anymore?” She looks genuinely saddened and he doesn’t know how to answer.

“I do,” he nods, “just—“

“Not with me?” She puts the words in his mouth.

“With you, just not yet,” he holds her by the shoulders, “I need more time with you before we have a kid, I need to love life and be in a good place and somewhere where I can focus all my attention on them, and I can’t yet.”

“I want a baby by 30,” she whispers before pressing her lips together awkwardly, “46 isn’t too old to be a dad, I’ve seen men become fathers at 80.”

He laughs as the anxiety leaves him, “a little California surfer baby wouldn’t be too bad.”

“Well, we fuck like rabbits, we might get there sooner than you planned,” she nudges him, “you’re a wonderful boyfriend, and if you don’t mind, I’d like for you to stay my boyfriend for a little longer? I’m not ready to be a wife or a mom and change my name when I just got it put on a published book.”

“I’ll change mine to yours,” he replies like it's nothing, “or keep yours and we’ll hyphenate the kid's names.”

“It’s plural now?” She teases him once more.

“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you,” he assures her, “forever.”

“You’d pluck a star from the sky for me wouldn’t you, Doctor Y/L/N?”

He laughs at how it sounds but he kinda likes it. Her word choice is even funnier to him, however, because he’s actually gone out of his way to pluck a star for her. She has no idea, but her last present is a big one.

She struggled to get her own name on a book for so long, now there’s a star named after her, in the sky for everyone to see for the rest of time.

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[in-tua-deep]

Are you into my hero academia? What about an AU or crossover with tua?

UHHHH I am technically, like, peripherally? I watched some seasons of the show like two or three years ago and since then have simply absorbed all content through osmosis, reading fanfiction that has canon events, and my sister telling me about the arcs of her fav characters lmao

so a crossover hmmm

First of all you'd have to like, establish whether bnha is an alternate universe or just The Future If No Apocalypse with quirks being traced back to the descendants of the kids born without mothers

So let's say it's that - the glowing baby was the "first quirk" but the truth is people had powers before that. But - well, the Umbrella Academy was obviously a marketing gimmick to those in the future! There were even comics based on them

In the future, you might find some of those comics in museum exhibits dedicated to depictions of powers in the pre-quirk era, but they're just fun depictions and much less popular than, oh, DC or MCU comics which are also in the exhibits!

End of s2 doesn't happen I guess in this au?? No sparrow academy at least lmao. So, the Umbrella Academy stop the apocalypse (again) and the Commission threat is? Neutralized? Whatever. They decide to jump back to the future

Five warns them that time travel is a crapshoot, that he has no fucking idea when they'll land beyond some nebulous "future" because Five can at least control the direction if not exactly how long

Also, Five is like. Super tired. Incredibly tired. Homeboy still has a healing gut wound, time traveled twice, has been jumping all over the place, gotten even more injured, experienced paradox psychosis, and managed to undo time all in the space of like, two weeks. There actually more than that but we don't have time to get into how fucking tired Five is from his ~Month of Hell

Like genuinely this is like putting someone almost delirious from lack of sleep in the driver's seat of a car and expecting to get to your destination in one piece

But hey, the siblings are like "do it uwu" and Five has sacrificed everything for them already so why not get behind the wheel again

So Five jumps them, and of course something goes wrong because Five has pushed his powers like a great big rubber band and honestly it was only a matter of time before he lost his grip and it snapped back to hit him

So here be the umbrella academy: spilled out into the future like a cup of bad coffee.

Five probably isn't in too good of shape tbh, like they're hundreds of years in the future (but hey at least confirmation of no apocalypse am I right) in a world full of superpowers and Five is like. bleeding from his ears and nose probably idk

Let's handwave a little bit - Reginald made them all polyglots so the squad all speak varying levels of Japanese. Allison is the best at it, Five is second best but tends to use more archaic words bc he had missions in Japan back when he was with the commission, and Klaus is third best.

(Ben is the worst bc he decided when he was 16-and-dead that he didn't have to do anything regarding lessons and maintenance and hasn't given a shit since - but also he's dead so)

So you have a bunch of weird adults with a bleeding child in like, an alley who have appeared from nowhere

so of course heroes get involved

Anyway, the squad get taken in and Five is conscious but like, barely? And he's not going to let himself get separated from his siblings again fuck-you-officer and there is a lot of confusion

anyway detective tsukauchi ends up getting involved and ends up having to hear this batshit story and be like "...truth." which sends all kinds of people scrambling because fucking time travel? Like yeah, it's been theorized to be a possible quirk but there's no recorded cases of any sort of time travel that is for more than 24 hours let alone hundreds of years

"I'm an adult." Five says sourly, "I just happened to be returned to my 13 year old body when I time traveled one time."

"True." Tsukauchi says, feeling his soul leave his body, but like. absently. the way he does when he's called in at 2am after getting off of work at midnight.

"I'm 58." Five says.

"Lie." Tsukauchi says, because this is a headcanon hill I will die on.

"I'm probably 58, but it was hard to keep track. I'm at least 50." Five corrects.

"True." Tsukauchi sighs like these six (seven? they keep referring to another sibling and Klaus said 'ghost' like that was fine and it registered as true and Tsukauchi is not nearly paid enough for this) are not giving him a migraine by just existing

on the bright side there's like, probably protocols in place for individuals who are Legally Chronologically Adults but thanks to quirks are Not Physically Or Not Mentally Adults with tests to determine if the individual needs a guardian or not

though i'm gonna be honest idk if Five would pass the test bc he literally cannot take care of himself at all, has never paid taxes or understands how to exist legally, and also his emotional maturity is stunted as all hell. also like. we don't actually know how much being in his thirteen-year-old body affects his mental state but yeAH Five is vibing

anyway Tsukauchi probably phones a friend on this bullshit because Time Travel Child alone is probably enough for the Hero Commission to be like "find a way to control and use it or nuke it from orbit" and that's not even touching whatever the fuck Klaus is doing (shit gets real once 'dead men tell no tales' stops being true) let ALONE Allison's whole deal

on the bright side like, at least Vanya isn't getting side-eyed that much bc Big Destructive Quirks aren't exactly unknown? if vanya wanted to i guess quirk suppressors exist for that until extensive training on how to control a super powerful quirk happens

Tsukauchi in the group chat: Aizawa please I am literally begging you to take this bullshit on

Aizawa: in this economy? with my class?

RatGod: lol we'll take them ;3c

Aizawa: no

Anyway they probably end up having to live at UA while Five insists on trying to get them home still and everyone else is like "oh hey we used to be child soldiers as well! (:" and Aizawa is like "i hate everything about this and everything about all of you but also like nedzu is making me interact with you so :/"

nedzu is out here vibing like "lol i just don't want the hero commission to get their little paws on these time traveling fuckers, i think you should make then teaching assistants or something"

honestly the siblings are probably like. figuring out how to function in the bnha universe and getting like, legally registered and stuff while Five ferally refuses bc that's like saying he's giving up on getting them home and he can do this

Recovery girl tries to heal him a little when he arrives and he passes out for two weeks like, immediately bc homeboy is running on fumes and spite at this point

also i think on principle it would be REALLY FUNNY if the squad got to tag along with the class bc like. Five is thirteen and the class are all 15. this does not sound like a large age gap. anyone who has interacted with teenagers know that the class would squint at Five and be like "who is this sassy lost middle schooler."

I feel like when I was a sophomore we were still like "freshman... babie" even though we were literally only one year older.

i think the difference between the umbrella academy and school kids would be pretty funny like. objectively the bnha kids are lowkey child soldiers?? like they're 15 and fighting villains but like, there's all this red tape and laws and stuff but,,, deku still be breaking his limbs in a child fighting ring against equally superpowered children for like. entertainment and sponsorships sooo

but also like Five would be like "oh cool when is the experimentation class"

"the what"

"you know, when your powers are pushed real hard by putting you in different terrible situations while your dad and sibling stand by with clipboards writing down the exact voltage it takes before you can't use your powers anymore when being electrocuted"

"hound dog's office is right there. therapy is available to you at any time. i need you to know this."

all might calls Luther "my boy" like one (1) time and Luther just breaks down crying probably because he is starved for positive attention

klaus and midnight get along like a literal house on fire, aizawa tried his best to keep them apart for as long as possible but god damn

(klaus: your name is shimura nana??

all might: immediately dies choking on blood)

i feel it absolutely necessary to point out that aizawa, present mic, and midnight are all like, 30? and the umbrella academy are all between 29-early 30s? they are PEERS but like. the umbrella academy are more chaotic due to childhood trauma

the umbrella academy probably get offered to like. also train to be heroes. i mean,, there HAS to be some sort of track for people who change careers right?? you don't have to cement your future as a hero when you're 15 i'm sure there must be something and the squad already have experience if they want to go be legal heroes

diego probably does at least?? diego just vibes honestly. diego gets momo to make knives during a team exercise and they just go feral on everyone else and it ends with diego highfiving momo and someone getting way to close to being stabbed for comfort

Five might just be. legally enrolled as an Actual Student? But also i think it's funny to picture the entire squad just. all in the back of the classroom with luther trying to fit into a high school desk as they take notes on the laws of The Future surrounding heroics

every word out of the umbrella academy's mouths just make everyone more concerned on principal but like, five and klaus are probably the worst offenders. Klaus just says whatever comes to mind with no filter and Five doesn't get what people would consider to be abnormal anymore like

Five: yeah our dad bought us when we were babies and experimented on us throughout our childhood in order to make an elite team of child soldiers superheroes, it happens

Todoroki: ...have you heard of quirk marriages?

izuku probably has an aneurism bc he's is the only person who might recognize them from the comics because you know ya boy extensively researched the idea of heroics in pre-quirk eras (batman was an inspiration alright???) and might dredge up a memory of a less popular comic series

Five: I can time travel but it is very hard, which is why we are hundreds of years in the future. And why I look like a child.

Kaminari: so are you a kid or not?

Five, serenely: whatever is most convenient for me at any given moment

Mina: hell yeah game the system

they have a brief lesson on astronomy and Luther raises his hand like "ooh! i was isolated on the moon for four years and did SO MUCH research" and then just gets up and starts infodumping like way too much information on the moon

Izuku sitting there like "damn if quirks hadn't popped up we could have achieved so much in terms of space travel. please tell me more giant man who lived in pre-quirk era."

Vanya finds out about the quirkless and is like "oh mood that genuinely sounds like my childhood, being ordinary in a house full of extraordinary people, and then i found out that i did have powers but only much later in life after i had already been emotionally scarred by the experience"

deku: vanya we have so much in common

iida and uraraka: concerned noises

aizawa: hound dog. therapy with hound dog for all of you.

there's probably some conflict with like, the hero commission wanting to get their hands on the time travelers?? but probably especially five and klaus as a) time travel and b) ghosts (the hc def has bodies they would like to stay buried)

five has a pavlovian reaction to anything with 'commission' in the name and hates them on site, probably plays into his age in order to become a ward of UA or something to protect him from the commission a little bit.

(this makes nedzu Five's legal guardian. aizawa has his resignation papers all prepped in a drawer marked 'in case of emergency' but let's be real, if nedzu wants to take over the world aizawa should probably be on the rat-bear's side of things :/)

five: ah, i do recall the inhumane experimentation that we were subjected to

nedzu, who was experimented on: haha same hat! want me to dig up the location of reginald hargreeves's remains so you can spit on them?

klaus: nah no worries we dumped them out in the courtyard unceremoniously like, a while back. how long ago varies for each of us because of time travel!

luther: you said hound dog's office was down the hall and to the right?

on the bright side, Luther probably feels like. way less self conscious about his body, partially bc of his fighting and all that in the 60s but also bc !! now he genuinely doesn't feel like a freak. no one even gives him a second glance. one of the teachers looks like a slab of cement with a face. gang orca looks Like That. there is literally a student with an entire bird head and goth aesthetic. Luther does not stick out at all

allison and shinso bond over having "villainous" voice-based quirks

allison and shinso having worn muzzles at some point in their youth as punishment 🤝

aizawa probably helps train vanya as well with the whole, being able to erase a world ending quirk safely thing he's got going on which makes for a very nice safety net

i don't think vanya would want to be a hero at the end of things though. maybe the assistant teacher in the music class or something?? all vanya wants is to be able to not end the world

i feel like as time goes by, five brings up trying to get home less and less. part of that is because like,,, genuinely what do they have to go back to?? Allison has Claire, but like. I'm 100% sure the first thing she did in the future was try track down Claire's records and found out Claire was like. fine. became an adult, had a family, probably became the ancestor of the first "quirked" kids who officially popped up after light baby. had a good life, died at an old age etc. etc.

they start settling into the bnha world with like, "we can always hop aboard the five express into where the fuck ever" as a plan Z if things go completely pear shaped (again)

i'mma be real, five himself doesn't give a fuck as long as there is a) no apocalypse and b) his family is alive. Like that's it. His bar is so incredibly low and yet his life keeps fucking trying to limbo under it

i just think it would be funny to have like, Five trying to get along with his "peers" and make friends while the siblings do the same but like, in the staff room

also think it would be funny for five to just walk into the staff room and get coffee occasionally.

a teacher: why is a student in here -

Five, sipping coffee: i'm an adult

nedzu like "what kind of guardian would i be if i didn't teach my new son all the tunnels around ua so he can pop out wherever"

five like "hey new dad can i put stashes of supplies all around ua of weapons, money, food, and other assorted things that might be useful if one needed to fight or make a run for it" and nedzu is like "haha just put your list of what supplies you want in your go bags on my desk and i'll critique it later!"

anyway a bnha/tua crossover would be incredibly chaotic but probably very funny