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supernovafics · 1 year

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series masterlist | last part

pairing: modern!actor!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 8.1k words

warnings: explicit language, angst, fluff, smut (18+)

summary: it’s ten months of texts, phone calls, voicemails, anything to make it feel like everything isn’t too different. and for the most part, it works. until you and steve finally see each other again

EPILOGUE | ❝𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆❞

You: How’s New York so far?

Steve: Good aside from Tom trying to force me to do more press stuff than what we initially agreed on and I’ve only been here three days

You: I kinda miss that british man

Steve: That truly offends me</3

You: I’m sorry<3

You: Okay very very important question

You: Empire State of Mind or Welcome to New York?

Steve: ????

You: You’re in New York for the next month so one of them has to be your signature song (and yes this is coming from the person that has only been to New York a handful of times. shut up don’t mention it)

Steve: Can I say no to both of them?

You: No.

Steve: Okay then

Steve: The Taylor Swift one

You: Solid answer

You: Now I will start your morning right every day you’re there by sending you lyrics from that song :)

Steve: Oh god

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Steve: What was the name of that show we watched for almost five hours at your place that one night?

You: It sincerely hurts me that you forgot the name of Brooklyn Nine-Nine….

Steve: Yes, that’s it! I was thinking about this one episode we watched of it but I couldn’t remember the name

You: Are you about to watch it without me? (if the answer is yes that hurts me even more)

Steve: Yes I was… But now no way I would never watch it without you

You: A true friend. Thank you

Steve: Oh wait I’m just now realizing how late it is where you are. How are you even talking to me right now?

You: Yeah, it’s 2am but I can’t sleep. First day of real filming tomorrow. First day being AD. And yes all the pre-production stuff me and Jessie have been doing since we got to Spain two weeks ago has been perfectly leading to this moment, but now it just feels so fucking real and even though I know I’m not gonna mess up or anything I’m still nervous

Steve: You’re gonna do great and actually I think it’s impossible for you not to be really good at what you do

You: Thank you

Steve: I would suggest that I call you and we watch an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine to take your mind off things but you should sleep

You: No actually can we do that? I’m wide awake right now and I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep anytime soon

You: Also fun fact: I’m actually able to function better when I’m running on barely three hours of sleep

Steve: That’s a huge lie but okay

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“… Please leave a message after the beep.”

You listened to the all-too familiar sound of the “beep” and then began speaking. “Okay, I know it’s like three in the morning in LA right now, so it completely makes sense why you didn’t answer. But, anyway, I just landed in London last night and now it’s morning and I’m at the coffee shop that you told me I should go to while I’m here.”

“It’s really, really great, and I hate how right you are about the tea being amazing, and it actually makes me change my mind about how much I dislike tea. Oh, also, I got my first ever British scone from here and it’s so good too. I think I’ll probably be spending every day at this place while I’m here for the next month.”

“And I know you raved a lot about the breakfast sandwiches here too, so I will try that tomorrow. I think you said that the bacon one was your favorite, but please confirm that because I can’t fully remember… Oh, wait, nevermind, it’s definitely the bacon because I do remember you saying that you miss it a lot.”

“I could bring you one back if you want? No, wait, actually, that wouldn’t make sense because even when I leave London, I’m still gonna be in Europe for three more months… Wait, I see that they sell coffee mugs here, though, so I could definitely bring you back that if you wanted me to? They have some cool options.”

“Alright, I think I’m just rambling at this point so let me shut up.” You let out a small laugh. “Okay, bye.”

Call Ended

You: *image attached*

You: Enjoy that picture of me being the most touristy tourist in the world :)

Steve: I can’t believe you’re doing the leaning tower of pisa pose thing

You: I had to. I couldn’t come here and not do it. It feels like tradition. A rite of passage, if you will

Steve: You’re such a dork

You: Joke’s on you because I fully take that as a compliment, so thank you

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The feeling of your phone vibrating in the back pocket of the jeans you were wearing surprised you because you thought you had turned it off for the day. And then seeing Steve’s name take over your phone screen further surprised you, but you didn’t hesitate to answer the call.

“Hi,” You said. You were on a break for the first time that day, so the timing of his call was actually kind of perfect. “This is a pretty nice surprise.”

“Hey, how’s it going?” It felt really good actually hearing his voice for the first time in what felt like forever.

“Pretty good. I never thought I’d actually find myself truly missing LA, but now I kinda can’t wait to be back there in three weeks,” You answered, saying what had been on your mind for a while at this point. “How’s Vancouver?”

“Nice so far. It’s actually been snowing a lot, but I like it.”

“I hope you've been doing all of the snow and Winter activities; making snow angels, sledding down hills. Y’know, all the stuff they do in children’s Christmas movies.”

You almost immediately heard Steve laugh at your words. “The apartment I’m staying at here has a balcony, and last night after it stopped snowing I made a really small snowman.”

You smiled. “I love that. Please send me a picture of it.”

“Okay.”

Things became quiet for a moment, and it was a silence that easily felt comfortable and you didn’t mind it at all. Simply knowing that Steve was on the other end of the call felt like enough.

“This is a random thought, but we never usually talk on the phone. Mainly because our time zones are insanely different, so the timing is never right, and we’re either leaving each other voicemails or just texting, which is fine. But it’s really nice hearing your voice. It’s just… really comforting.” You let out a soft breath. “Where I am right now and where I’ve been the past five-ish months have become my makeshift “homes,” but talking to you actually feels like home, in a way… And I know exactly how disgustingly cheesy that sounds. Don’t say anything about it, or I will end this call.”

Steve laughed a bit. “No, I agree with you. We’ve talked about feeling lonely before, but even though we haven’t seen each other in what feels like a really long time, whenever we text and especially when we talk on the phone, it’s hard to feel lonely. It’s like all of these miles between us don’t really matter, which is nice. You’re my “home” too.”

You were quiet for a second, fully taking in his words and smiling at how happy they made you feel. It was the kind of happiness where you also kind of felt like crying.

You loved what you had been doing currently with your job and you wouldn’t have changed any of it, but you also really wished that you could see Steve right then; you would’ve killed for a hug.

“Okay, I think I should go before I start crying,” You said, only slightly joking with your words. “Also, I only have ten more minutes of my break, and I haven’t eaten since this morning.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see you. “No, don’t be sorry. Like I said, I really like when we can actually talk to each other. I like hearing your voice.”

“I like hearing yours too,” He told you and somehow it was easy to hear the smile in his tone. “Okay, I’m gonna hang up now. Go eat something.”

“Aye, aye captain,” You said with a small laugh. “Talk to you soon.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You: I just watched the final cut of Fear of Lonesome with Jessie… Enjoy this picture of me currently bawling my eyes out at the ending

You: *image attached*

Steve: Sorry for making you cry?

You: It was worth it, honestly

Steve: You’re coming to the cast and crew screening next week right?

You: Of course. I will happily cry at this movie again :)

You: It’s kinda really fucked up how good of an actor you are

Steve: Thank you? At least I think that’s a compliment

You: It is<3

You: Anyway I’ll see you next week then

You: The first time in a really really long time. Holy shit

Steve: That feels a little weird to think about. But a good kind of weird

You: Yeah definitely the good kind

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It was a moment that was ten months in the making.

Ten months of texts, voicemails, and sporadic phone calls. Ten months of being so far apart from one another, but doing so much to make it feel like you weren’t.

It was all leading here— seeing Steve in person at the small theater in West Hollywood that had been rented out for the night’s occasion. And when you saw him, talking to random members of the cast and crew, it didn’t exactly feel real, which made you not say anything.

Until he saw you and your eyes met and small smiles were quickly shared. You gave him a small nod before you got pulled into a conversation with someone.

He looked a little different, hair grown out a bit more and there was something minorly different about his stance, but overall he was still your Steve. Well, not technically yours, but close enough. You then wondered if he thought you looked any different. You personally felt a bit different, in a good way; like you’d become better over the past ten months, and in some ways, more of yourself.

It was almost amusing how, most of the time, the time seemed to move slowly over the past ten months, but now it was suddenly moving so much faster.

Everyone left the lobby area and started making their way inside the room that the screening would be happening in since it was scheduled to start in five minutes, but you and Steve lingered back, walking toward each other until there were only a few beats of space between you two.

You smiled at him again. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He stepped forward to close the rest of the distance between you and pull you in for a hug, but you stepped back.

“Oh, I don’t know if I’m allowed to hug you. Y’know given that you’re an engaged man and all.” You tried to be completely serious with your words but it was hard not to laugh at least a little bit.

According to many celebrity news outlets, Steve and his female costar of the limited series he’d been filming in Vancouver for the past five months were dating. It was a rumor that started about two months into filming, and there had been no confirmations about the said relationship but there were also no hard denials, so the speculations continued. And then there were even a handful of news outlets that went quite insane with their headlines and said that the two were secretly engaged. You both had laughed about it then when you sent that article to him, because the rumors were hilariously ridiculous, and you couldn’t not joke about it now.

“Ha ha,” He said, voice deadpan. “I didn’t even get to tell you, but Tom suggested that me and Lily actually start fake dating because, in addition to all of this giving so much more press to the show, it could also help me. If I’m dating someone it will fully “kill off the asshole image.” I immediately vetoed that idea, though.”

Although the asshole narrative that surrounded Steve still existed— not as prominent as it once was but it still lingered whenever his name was brought up by the media— it was hard to see him like that anymore.

You let out a laugh. “Of course Tom would suggest that.”

“Yeah, he’s…” Steve trailed off with a quick shake of his head. “Anyway, c’mere.”

You walked into his open arms that time, pushing up on your toes to circle your arms around his neck as his wrapped around your waist. Your eyes fell shut as he held you tight and it was then that the time felt like it started to move slow again.

“I have something for you,” You told him after a moment, words getting somewhat lost in his neck but he was still able to hear you. “A little gift. It’s in my car, I’ll give it to you after.”

“I also have something for you,” Steve whispered, and you opened your eyes at that.

You pulled back from the hug, still smiling at him. “Great minds, hm?”

He nodded and matched your smile with one of his own. Seeing him right then still didn’t entirely feel real just yet, so you went quiet once again and the two of you simply looked at each other.

During the past ten months you and him had talked pretty much all of the time, but there was something different about this moment. Feelings that you thought you had successfully pushed far away rushed right back to the surface.

“We should head inside,” He said, breaking the silence and pulling you out of your thoughts, which you were grateful for because you really didn’t want to think right then, especially not about that.

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You were the one that suggested Steve come back to your place and the small gift exchange happen there.

The screening felt as if it ended too soon and the inevitability of the night itself ending started to hang in the air. However, you couldn’t allow that to happen; you wanted this night to last as long as it could.

Steve agreed with your suggestion and thirty minutes after various goodbyes were said, the two of you were sitting on your couch as a frozen pizza that you’d just bought yesterday cooked in the oven because both of you were hungry.

You were already wearing the navy blue oversized crewneck he got you that had “Vancouver” embroidered in white across the front of it. It was comfortable and perfect, and a simple gift but also the best thing you’d received in a while.

“I hope you like this,” You said as you handed him the gift you’d gotten for him; a cream colored mug with the logo of a coffee shop in brown lettering on the side. “I know you said that you were okay with not getting a mug from that coffee shop in London, but I just really wanted to get you this one.”

Steve looked at the mug for a second and then at you, a smile on his face. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” You said and your fingers started mindlessly playing with the hem of your crewneck as you continued speaking. “I’ve missed you a lot this past year. I know we talked so often and everything, but being right here, in person, feels really nice.”

“I’ve missed you too,” He said softly before he placed the mug on the coffee table barely a few feet away and then met your eyes again. “There were so many times where I wanted to just drop everything and go see you. Rearrange plans or cancel some stupid press stuff and meet up with you. Even if it would only be for barely a day or whatever. I just always wanted to see you.”

You wanted to tell him how much you related to his words. You wanted to say how there were a countless amount of times where you had yearned to do the exact same thing. However, you couldn’t find the words to tell Steve any of that, so instead you only looked at him for a bit.

It was almost funny how many times you had become at a loss of words so far that night simply because of him. But it was as if the fact that you were suppressing so much made you unable to say pretty much anything. Because you were scared of where exactly your mind would go if you didn’t immediately shut down some of your thoughts that involved you and Steve, especially now that he was right here instead of thousands of miles away and no longer solely limited to the confines of your phone.

He was your friend. Best friend. And it had been so much easier to pretend that that was where you and him solely began and ended when you both were so far away from each other— when he wasn’t right in front of you and you weren’t so easily reminded of how close you two used to be in such a different way.

Those same revived feelings from earlier that night came right back again, and they practically increased tenfold because you found yourself wanting to kiss him so fucking badly. And, of course, there was a part of your mind that immediately told you just how bad of an idea that would be. However, at that moment, you became okay with all logical thinking being pushed out of the window.

In your mind it felt like you were moving in slow motion, scooting closer to him on the couch and sliding into his lap so that your legs were on either side of him, but in reality it was happening so much quicker. However, you stopped there before you did anything else.

You could see some confusion in his eyes and also something else that you couldn’t fully decipher, maybe he was contemplating things as much as you had been before you decided to take this sort of plunge.

That look was almost enough to wake you up and remind you of what had been agreed upon all those months ago, but it wasn’t enough to make you pull away from Steve. However, instead of sliding off of his lap or moving things further, you gave the metaphorical ball to him.

You let silence hang in the air as the two of you simply looked at each other and you gave him the opportunity to push you away. To tell you that there wasn’t any part of him that wanted this to happen. That he was so far past feeling anything like that toward you anymore. That he never even thought about it.

You would’ve been okay with any of those things happening because even though it would’ve hurt, it would actually make things a thousand times easier.

But, he didn’t do or say any of that. Instead, he closed the last bit of space between you two and slotted his lips against yours.

It was an immovable and obvious fact that you had missed him so much over the past ten months, but you now realized that you had missed this just as much. A soft kiss that almost immediately turned into something more with one of Steve’s hands coming up to cup your cheek and the other finding your hip to keep you steady. You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth when his tongue ran across your bottom lip making the kiss deeper, and your hands fisted themselves into his t-shirt to bring yourself impossibly closer to him.

For the time being, you effectively turned your mind off. You deliberately chose not to think about what this exactly meant or what it would come to mean. All you focused on in that moment was how fucking good doing this with Steve felt.

Your hands found the hem of your crewneck because you suddenly felt way too hot and you pulled away from Steve for a second so that you could slip it over your head, leaving you in just your black tank top and shorts.

You became so lost in the pure happiness of everything that was happening right then that you couldn’t hear anything except your heart pounding in your ears and the soft sounds Steve was managing to elicit from you due to the way he was squeezing your hips.

“The oven,” He mumbled against your lips, which slowly snapped you out of the haze you were in. “The oven is beeping.”

It was then that you heard the incessant noise; almost too loud and clear.

You abruptly pulled away from Steve and maneuvered off of his lap. “Oh, shit.”

He followed you into the kitchen as you opened up the oven and used a mitt to grab the circular pan the pizza was on and place it atop the stove.

“That was, um…” You trailed off not knowing exactly where you wanted to go with your words.

Steve shook his head. “It’s okay. We don’t have to talk about it.”

“I don’t regret what just happened,” You blurted out. They were the words that pretty much mimicked what was said after the first time you two ever had sex. But, instead of those words first coming from Steve they were coming from you. “And I don’t really know what that means, and I kinda don’t wanna think about what it means right now. I kinda just don’t wanna think at all right now. Sometimes I feel like I think way too much when it comes to us.”

He was quiet for a second before he nodded at you. “Okay.”

His hands found your hips and you were softly pressed against the side of the kitchen counter. You two shared a look that felt as if it was saying a million things, none of which you particularly wanted to decipher right then.

Before things could stay silent for too long, before you accidentally let your mind fall down a spiraling rabbit hole, you nodded a bit and mimicked Steve’s previous word. “Okay.”

His hands came up to cup your face before he leaned in to kiss you again. You didn’t waste a second to push yourself onto the counter and Steve’s lips found your neck, roughly kissing and nipping at the skin. Your hands started playing with the hem of his t-shirt before circling in the loops of his jeans and pulling him flush against you. When you felt his hardness press against your inner thigh, you took in a sharp breath and let out a soft moan. You were completely certain that you would’ve let him pull off your shorts and underwear and do whatever he wanted to do to you against your kitchen counter if you weren’t reminded of something else.

“The pizza?” You mumbled, a bit unable to form the question coherently because all you could really focus on was the feeling of Steve’s mouth against you.

He pulled away from your neck and met your eyes. “We can eat it after.”

He didn’t have to specify further for you to know exactly what he meant. You smiled and pressed a quick kiss against his lips. “Yeah, after sounds perfect.”

It became a blur of movements after those words fell from your lips. His hands found the backs of your thighs and he picked you up— the abruptness of the action made you simultaneously yelp and laugh as your arms came up to circle around his neck. You were carried to your bedroom and softly placed down against the unmade bed. Clothes were quickly shed until there was nothing between you and him.

No words were said in these rushed moments where hands and mouths roamed almost everywhere on each other's bodies; the brief looks shared and breathy noises coming from both of you were enough.

It was as if one mind was being shared or a song that only you two knew the words to was playing and both of you were singing along. Your hands were in his hair, softly pulling because the groans he’d let out were probably the hottest thing you’d ever heard. And his middle finger softly teased your clit as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear because he knew just how much that would make you lose it.

It had been almost a year but neither of you forgot these little things about one another and it almost felt like second nature to be with each other in this way. There wasn’t a hint of nervousness or awkwardness, and maybe that was saying a lot more than you wanted to admit.

You were positive that if you fully thought about what was happening right then, your mind wouldn’t hesitate to yell at you that this was a bad idea; that it would only make things complicated, and start you both back at square one.

However, it would also tell you that the times in your life where you felt your happiest and most comfortable mainly consisted of moments with Steve, and that was something that felt as if it would never change.

Therefore, when he slipped inside you with a low groan that you caught with your mouth and proceeded to make you come faster than you had in such a long time, it was hard to feel anything but completely happy.

Your legs wrapped around him, coaxing him deeper inside of you and soft “pleases” fell from your lips begging him to come. And after a particularly hard thrust, he let out a loud “Fuck” and came inside of you, and you couldn’t do anything but moan at the feeling of his cum painting your walls.

The weight of him crushed you in the most comforting way possible, and you tilted your head upward a bit to meet his lips in a soft and lazy kiss. The two of you stayed just like that for a while, coming down from your highs and letting your racing hearts return to normal. Your head fell back against your pillow, eyes closing, but you didn’t feel tired.

“When those articles about you and Lily dating started coming out, I knew exactly how ridiculous the rumors were because I feel like we have the kind of… friendship where you’d tell me if you were dating someone… But, there was still a small part of me that believed it for a second, and it was actually so hard to not feel a little sad about it.” Your words came out quiet, and you actually had no idea why you had just said all of that— perhaps that confession did not make for the best post-sex pillow talk conversation. But, for some reason, you wanted to say it.

It was a thought that had weighed on you all those months ago, and you knew that you couldn’t tell that to him then because of what it implied. And you weren’t entirely sure why and what made this moment different from then.

Steve was quiet for a bit and his face was buried in your neck as he softly spoke. “I don’t really know what to say to that.”

“It’s okay,” You whispered back. “You don’t have to say anything. It was dumb of me to feel that way about it.”

He rolled off of you and the feel of his warmth against you was something that you missed almost immediately. For a second you thought that maybe you ruined this moment, whatever it was, but then he said something.

“What are you doing this weekend?” He asked, and you were grateful for the randomness of the subject change.

You let out a breath that you didn't know you’d been holding and turned on your side to face him. “For once, absolutely nothing. It’ll probably be the last time I actually have nothing to do before the documentary I’m helping out on starts filming in a month, and I have to do some pre-production stuff for it soon.”

Work was honestly the only thing in your life that felt completely certain, so it always felt easy to talk about.

“You should come to New York. I’m going tomorrow, and I'll be there until the premiere here for the movie next week. I have to do some press stuff and have a few meetings. A bunch of boring stuff, but you should come for the weekend,” Steve said, one hand finding your bare hip and softly rubbing the skin. “To make the boring stuff a lot less boring.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, and you nodded at him, quickly deciding not to think too heavily about your answer. “Okay.”

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It was a little surprising that it wasn’t surprising how easy things fell back into that old place with you and Steve. Back to what sort of resembled the “arrangement” that had started during filming a year ago where you two pretty much acted like you were in a relationship, but neither of you would say the words or wholeheartedly acknowledge that fact.

There was a lot that you two would eventually have to talk about, but you decided that that would be a bridge that you’d cross once you were hours away from getting on your flight back to California. And it was a flight that kept changing because you didn’t want to leave New York just yet; you didn’t want to leave Steve yet.

So, your weekend trip extended days upon days until Wednesday came and it was agreed upon that you’d just go back to Los Angeles Friday morning when Steve was heading back there as well because that was the same day as the movie premiere.

You had a little work to do during those first few weekdays you were there, but you found it easy to respond to emails and make the phone calls you needed to from the comfort of Steve’s apartment, which was smaller than his place in LA but of course still massive and had a great view of Central Park. The dining room area became your makeshift “work from home” spot with your laptop at the table at pretty much all times. And while you did that, Steve was off doing press stuff for the movie, or he was in meetings; the things aside from filming that came along with being a famous actor.

And then when the day would change into the evening and then night, you two were together, doing everything that you both had desperately missed doing. You two still knew each other’s bodies so well, and it was as if that fact was only further and further proven every night.

It was hard not to be close to each other when for so long, you hadn’t been able to be, and because of that, things became a little different this time around in comparison to what the “arrangement” had been. There were little touches and affections— holding hands while sitting as close as you possibly could on the couch or Steve kissing you goodbye before he’d leave the apartment— that hadn’t happened before because of the lines that had been metaphorically drawn, but they felt pretty blurred now.

A sort of routine quickly and almost effortlessly formed and it gave you that glimpse into what you and him could be if the circumstances were slightly different. And it was hard not to admit that you completely adored what this “what if” looked like.

“We need snacks.” Your words were random and abrupt and Steve only looked at you amusingly.

It was Wednesday night, days before things would inevitably change, and you weren’t completely sure what they’d change into— if they’d go back to the normal you had created with Steve where the two of you were friends and nothing more, or if things changed into something else entirely. You still completely avoided thinking about it all, and it was pretty damn nice living in this fantasy world.

The two of you were on the couch in his living room. Your legs were draped over his lap and a blanket covered you both.

One of Steve’s hands was absentmindedly rubbing your leg beneath the blanket as he spoke. “There’s some stuff in the pantry.”

“If we’re about to spend the entire night watching The Hunger Games movies we need more than just the chips to keep us alive.”

His eyebrows furrowed at your words. “Am I underestimating how long these movies are?”

“You definitely are,” You said with a small laugh and pressed a quick kiss against his lips. You then pulled off the blanket that had been draped over the both of you and stood up from the couch. “I’ll go to the convenience store down the street.”

Steve got up as well. “I’ll come too.”

You quickly shook your head. “No way. It’s kinda insane how the paparazzi seem way more ruthless here. I think they’re always camping outside the building.”

Over the past few days, you had come to the conclusion that it was lucky that Steve lived in an apartment building because whenever you would leave and come back, no one could ever know that you were there for him. And you knew just how big of a field day they would have if they did know, especially because of the dating rumors that were still circling about him and Lily.

“Yeah, way too many famous people live here,” Steve said as he followed you into his bedroom.

Your small suitcase, that had only been meant for a weekend trip and was packed as such, was a haphazard mess in the corner. You slipped off the shorts you were wearing and pulled on a black pair of leggings.

“And yet, I’ve still not run into Paul Rudd on the elevator since I’ve been here,” You jokingly said and expected Steve to laugh, but instead he bypassed your statement.

“Wait, it’s raining. You sure you’re gonna be okay out there?”

You smiled at his slightly concerned face. “Okay, I know I’ve been living in LA for a long time now, but don’t worry I have in fact experienced rain before.”

Steve shook his head at you but still couldn’t help but laugh a little at your words. “Hold on.”

He almost immediately walked away, heading into his closet, before you could ask him what he was doing, and then returned moments later with a hoodie and umbrella.

“I was already planning to steal a hoodie, but thanks for the umbrella,” You told him with a smile as you put on the plain black hoodie. “What kind of candy do you want me to get?”

“Skittles.”

“Solid answer,” You responded with a nod.

The two of you headed toward the front door and you put on your shoes that were next to it. Once you were done, Steve handed you the umbrella. He then pulled the hood of the hoodie over your head and then leaned in to press a kiss on your nose. “Don’t meet Paul Rudd on the elevator.”

You laughed a bit. “I’m sorry, but I really, really hope I do.”

You didn’t meet Paul Rudd on the elevator, and you told Steve that with an over dramatic sad sigh when you came back from the store twenty minutes later, a bag full of junk food in hand, before you both settled back on the couch.

The two of you were only able to fully watch the first two Hunger Games movies before falling asleep an hour into the third one, around two in the morning. You half-woke up when the credits were rolling and then lightly poked Steve awake so that you two could go to his actual bed for the rest of the night.

“This is how it would be, y’know,” Steve said in the morning, words slightly getting lost in your hair.

The two of you were cuddled in his bed, your back pressed against his front and one of his arms draped over your waist. You had just finished having a half-awake discussion about what to do for breakfast before he said that he had to leave soon for the final day of press interviews for the movie, but he told you about a bagel place nearby that you’d probably like. And then the conversation shifted to a pinky promise agreement that you and him would finish the final two Hunger Games movies that night.

Things became quiet after that, with both of you savoring the last few minutes you could spend in bed, and you found his hand, intertwining it with yours and pulling it up to kiss the back of it.

You almost shifted around to face Steve after he abruptly said his previous words, but you felt too comfortable in your current position to do so. “How what would be?”

“You and me if we decided to be something real.”

“Steve,” You said softly and then decided to shift around so that you were looking at him. His hair was a little disheveled and he looked pretty tired, but he also looked so cute. If he hadn’t just abruptly pushed open the door to the conversation that you knew needed to happen, you were certain that you would’ve kissed him right then.

“I’m just saying...” He said as his shoulders upturned in a small shrug. “Also, I’m slightly kidding. This week has been really good, and I’m glad we got to have it, but I know things will go back to… normal soon. And that’s okay.”

Hearing him say that— confirming that things would just go back to how they were, a friendship where you both seemed to just lie about what you really wanted and how you felt— made you get hit with the sudden realization that you hated the thought of going back to that.

However, for some reason, you couldn’t find the words to tell him that right then, so instead you nodded at what he had just said and plastered on a fake smile. You made your voice sound as light as possible. “Yeah.”

He left the apartment forty-minutes later and you left it twenty minutes after that, deciding to go to the bagel place he suggested because you were hungry and also because you didn’t want to be alone in his apartment with only your confusing and contradicting thoughts to keep you company.

However, somehow as you walked aimlessly around Central Park— your bag with your plain cream cheese bagel in one hand and iced coffee in the other— that was when it felt like the dam broke, and your mind started spiraling because it finally felt impossible to keep avoiding and pushing your thoughts away. You were finally facing the bridge that you had told yourself you’d eventually have to cross, and in your head, you could see that the end of it was leading in two completely different directions. And you knew the exact direction you wanted to go in.

Your friendship with Steve was supposed to be more than enough. That was what you had told yourself that night at the wrap party to convince yourself that you were completely okay with only having a friendship with him.

But now, after these past five days of getting that glimpse into what something more could look like, you knew that just being friends really wasn’t enough, and it never would be. And although a part of you still felt a little scared to risk it all, there was an even bigger part of you that didn’t want to give this up anymore.

You couldn’t give up how completely and irrevocably happy Steve made you in more ways than just friendship. It was a mixture of the butterflies you’d get in your stomach whenever he would pull you close to him to press a soft kiss against your forehead or cheek and the wide smile you’d get on your face when he’d come back to the apartment after being gone for hours. It was also how he would look at you so adoringly when you would ramble about work stuff and how he could easily manage to convince you to stay in bed for “five more minutes;” five minutes that would always turn into at least ten but you never cared.

Steve Harrington made you the happiest you’d ever been and you suddenly became tired of continuously avoiding that fact.

It was a series of quick but definitely long overdue actions that happened next.

You found yourself sitting on a park bench with the thought of eating your bagel or drinking more of your coffee long forgotten for the time being, and instead they simply sat next to you, because there was something else you needed to do at that moment. You pulled out your phone and went to Steve’s contact, pressing the call button before you could think twice about it.

It went straight to voicemail, just like you knew it would because he always kept it off during interviews, so you waited for the way too familiar “beep” sound and then started speaking.

“Hi,” Your voice came out softer than you expected it to, so you cleared your throat. “I knew that you weren’t gonna answer, and I’m kinda glad that you didn’t because I just want to get all of this out all at once. So, stay tuned for a very long-winded ramble from me.” You let out a small laugh. “Um, anyway, these past five days that I’ve been here in New York with you have been so good, like insanely good, and I’ve been avoiding thinking about what would happen after this and what would exactly change between us. And I was completely okay with not thinking about any of that because it made it easier to just live in the moment and be happy with what we’ve been doing. But then this morning, you said that it’s okay that things will go back to normal soon and that finally made me think about everything, and I realized that I don’t want us to go back to “normal.” I actually kind of hate the thought of doing so.”

You stopped for a moment, gaze becoming fixated on a group of friends that had blankets spread out in the grass and were having a picnic not that far away from you, and then you looked at a couple that was walking down one of the paths holding hands.

After taking a quick breath, you kept going. “You’re so important to me, and our friendship is so important to me too… But I love you. I’m in love with you. And because of that, I can’t just be your friend. I want more, I want us to be something real; and that’s pretty much exactly what you said that night at my apartment almost a year ago. I’m so sorry that it’s taken me this long to realize just how fucking great we are together.”

Your hand that wasn’t holding your phone to your ear began absentmindedly playing with the hem of the sweatshirt you were wearing; it was the Vancouver crewneck he got for you.

“I want us to have days like this past week forever. And I know that this week has kind of been a fluke because, for the first time in a really long time, our schedules worked out pretty well. But we can make this work. I know we can. I was an idiot to say that we don’t make sense before because we do. Yes, our lives pull us in pretty different directions most of the time, and it sucks, but it's okay because it doesn’t change how I feel about you, and it never will. And I think that's the most important thing. It's why I know we, us, can actually work.”

You leaned back against the wooden bench and let out a breath. “Okay, wow, I’m so surprised that I haven’t been cut off yet… I’m currently sitting on a park bench in Central Park, and I got a bagel and coffee from the place you mentioned. I haven’t tried the bagel yet, but the coffee’s pretty good…” You trailed off with a shake of your head and then laughed a bit. “I have no idea why I’m telling you that right now. Um, anyway, I’m gonna stop talking now, and I’ll see you back at the apartment later. Bye.”

When you ended the call and pocketed your phone away, you felt an immediate weight lift off of your shoulders and you let out a contented sigh that turned into a small laugh.

You waited for a second, though, waited for something that resembled dread or regret to suddenly hit you, but it never did. And that was what let you know that what you’d just done was fully the right thing to do.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Hours later, you still felt nothing but complete contentment with what you had done, leaving the minute and a half long voicemail that would, in fact, change everything. You wanted it to change everything.

After responding to a handful of work emails and then enduring an hour-long phone call with one of the Producer’s of the soon-to-be filming documentary, you were in the kitchen searching for some sort of a snack to eat. However, hearing the sound of the front door opening halted your rummaging.

“Hi,” You said, watching Steve enter the apartment and then close and lock the door behind him.

He met your eyes almost immediately. “I really loved that voicemail.”

You smiled at him, at how quickly he wanted to address the elephant in the room before it really even had a chance to enter. “Yeah?”

He didn’t hesitate to nod his head and he smiled back at you. “Yeah. I’m never deleting it.”

He looked so happy as he walked over to you where you were leaning against the kitchen island, and that look made your heart constrict in your chest.

“I love you,” It didn’t feel the tiniest bit scary to say the words right to him, they just felt so honest and undeniable. Your voice was soft and your arms came up to wrap around his neck, hands immediately finding home in the hair at the nape.

“Mm,” His eyes slipped shut as his arms circled around you, pulling you against him. “Say it again.”

Your mouth was right against his ear as you spoke. “I love you.”

He hummed again and then pulled back a bit, his nose brushed against yours and his lips did the same. It was all so teasing, like he wanted to take his absolute time with kissing you. However, now it didn’t have to be slow or drawn out because none of this was going to abruptly end; there was no expiration date apart of this like the arrangement you had a year ago.

“I love you too,” He said before finally slotting his lips against yours.

There was so much expressed in the soft kiss. It completely felt like the beginning of something new, something better, rather than simply a continuation of what you two had. The kiss was so certain and sure and it only further confirmed to you that everything happening was right and good and perfect. This was what you had wanted from the moment the two of you made that pinky promise during the wrap party; the one where you both said that you wouldn’t let your friendship end. Technically, it wasn’t being broken.

You pulled away when you started feeling lightheaded and you met Steve’s gaze as you allowed yourself to breathe for a bit. You were quiet for only a second.

“This will work,” You whispered.

Steve nodded and then pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, it will.”

The three simple words comforted you, they wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and you savored the feel of them. For the first time, probably ever, your overthinking mind felt sated; it couldn’t find anything wrong about this moment. You finally felt like you could breathe so goddamn easy because there was nothing to truly worry about, and you found yourself wanting to cry at that feeling, but you didn’t. Instead, you kissed Steve’s cheek and then his other one, and then his nose and forehead.

“This is random, but I’m really, really glad that I was forced to be your assistant.”

Steve laughed a bit at that. “Sometimes it doesn’t even really feel like that's where we started.” His hands found yours, intertwining them and giving them a light squeeze. “But, I’m so fucking glad that it was you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

author’s note: i'm gonna miss these two<333 i hope yall enjoyed this series! its been a rollercoaster fr (a good one for the most part though lol) i might do lil blurbs for these two someday because i'm way too attached to them and i have some minor ideas of some things i'd wanna do involving them.... but that probably won't happen for a while because after somehow being able to put out chapters weekly for this i do in fact need a Break lmao but anyway thank you for reading and enjoying this series🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington series #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff #stranger things imagine

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Juza Hyodo | [SR] Sweets Hunter | Delicious Dreams - Part 2

Juza: Thanks for showin’ me all that stuff then. I’ve tried all the ones ya showed me, Purin.

Purin: Eh! You ate all of them? Waah, that’s amazing~.

Juza: S’all thanks to you that I learned about all the good stuff here. Can’t thank ya enough.

Purin: Ehehe, you’re welcome. I’m happy that you’re happy, Juza-kun!

Juza: So I wanna return the favor by tellin’ ya about the things I like, Purin…

Purin: Things that you like? Like what kinda things?

Juza: There’s a lotta things I like. Eclairs, shortcake, donuts, chocolate cornets…

Juza: But I also like Japanese-style sweets too. Yokan, daifuku, shiruko…

Purin: Uwaah, that’s amazing! It’s so many! They all sound so yummy, I’d love to try them~.

Juza: Oh yeah, and Omi-san made some pudding the other day that was super good.

Purin: Eh! Omi-kun made pudding!?

Juza: Yeah. Omi-san loves to cook and he’s really good at it. He can make anything from meals to desserts.

Juza: A lotta the stuff Omi-san makes is my first time tryin’ it. And they’re really good every time.

Purin: That’s am~azing!

Juza: …! Speak of the devil…

Purin: Ah, Omi-kun!

Omi: Oh, Juza, Purin. Good work today.

Purin: Hey, hey, Omi-kun, is it true that you’re really good at cooking?

Omi: Hm? Well, everyone else seems to think so, so I guess you could say that.

Purin: Juza-kun was just telling me how much he loves all the desserts that you make, Omi-kun ♪

Omi: Haha, glad to hear it. I like to cook, so I’m happy to hear that Juza and everyone else enjoys what I make.

Purin: It seems like everyone loves the meals and desserts that you make as much as you love making them, Omi-kun. That’s so wonderful~.

Omi: Ah, I’ll make you something and bring it to our next practice if you’d like.

Purin: Really? Waah, yay!

Omi: Something I could bring, I could bake some scones… Cookies or a pound cake would be good too.

Juza: Um, Omi-san. If ya wanna, could I have that pudding that you made the other day again?

Omi: Haha, got it. Well then, I’ll make some pudding too.

Purin: Pudding? I can’t wait~!

Taichi: Whatcha guys up to? Looks like you’re having a lotta fun. Are you maybe accepting requests, Omi-kun?

Banri: Probably Hyodo begging for sweets again.

Juza: Hah?

Omi: Okay then, how about I make everyone’s favorite things to bring? What do you guys want?

Taichi: Hell yeah! Hmm, what do I want~?

Taichi: Maybe hamburg steak… Nah, omurice? Hard to say no to some spring rolls and other Chinese food too.

Azami: How about you try eating more vegetables for a change.

Purin: Waah, those all sound super yummy! And vegetable dishes are good too~♪

Banri: Everyone’s favorite things then, huh?

Purin: So we get to have everyone’s favorite things together? That makes me happy~.

Purin: What do you like, Banri-kun?

Banri: Def California rolls all the way for me. Omi’s California rolls are the best.

Purin: I see~!

Sakyo: At this rate we’re just gonna end up havin’ a dinner party instead of rehearsal.

Omi: I’m glad. Everyone always seems happier when they eat a lot.

Omi: Juza and Purin, feel free to request anything you want.

Juza: Thanks.

Purin: Thank you, Omi-kun!

Juza: Lookin’ forward to this.

Purin: Me too! Eating is a blessing~♪

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#a3!#a3! translation #juza hyodo

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themonotonysyndrome · 6 months

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Hi Lady monotone! Hope you’re doing well. 💜 anyways I always wonder about your opinion of how Castin and Celica would act on a normal day-to-day basis (would they bicker?would they be lovey doves on a regular basis?would they even have time to interact?) I’d like to know your thoughts on the matter thank you!

(P.S your writing is impeccable 🥹 thank you for feeding us)

I'm doing well, thank you for asking, Anon~ I hope you're doing well yourself.

Ah, Castin and Celica's daily routine, eh? Huh. I've never really thought about it in detail. Now it's as good a time as any to explore what that is!

So, right off, these two are not gonna have normal work hours. A Baroness and a Military Commander can't just take their title out of their lives when the sun goes down for the day. It's just not realistic.

We all know that the Baroness is super busy, realistically? I kinda see that Castin is the same. Yeah, sure, there's no war anymore (technically), but the rebels are still out there, and tension between Intacian and the Empire is still going on strong. Most people see this as a ceasefire rather than peace, so our characters still have a lot of work to do. Oh! We can't forget about the prejudice now, can we?

But that's an issue for another time.

Since Celica and Castin are always busy with their respective duties, the two will always make the most of it whenever they're together, such as waking up in the morning. More often than not, it's a blessing. The two would sometimes have sawft sex, and Castin will always try to persuade Celica to bathe with him, but he'll always get denied nfdjksfadsf. Then it's breakfast time! The last activity that the two will do together before they go their separate ways. The couple will exchange their plans for the day and Celica will kiss her husband at least thrice before he finally goes off.

Celica's schedule:

Catching up with her duties as Baroness first. That means keeping up with correspondents from the Empire. Check through weekly mining reports of gemstones. Keep track of all of her investments, domestic and international. Request results and updates from various welfare projects. Allocating budgets for NEW welfare projects, charities, and other necessities.

Then it's lunchtime! If Castin is not around, she usually has it on the balcony of her office. Ezekiel will remain inside in case she needs anything. If Castin is around, she'll let him choose where they're gonna eat as long as it doesn't take up more than 3 hours (yes, she's very strict about this).

After lunch, she focuses on her duties as Queen Isolde's adviser. She has to keep up with Parliamant; watch for any extreme reactions or malicious intentions from Intacian nobles and generals. Find out what industries and in what sector Intacia needs major improvement like road works, education, farming & etc. Established her footing within the underbelly of the country so she could gather intelligence against those who opposed King Rhett and Queen Isolde. Lastly, ensure that the team that teaches the royal couple etiquette did their job correctly.

Now it's tea time. Celica would still continue working while munching on some scones.

Then it's dinner time! Again, if Castin is around, they'd have dinner together. They would try not to talk about their work and instead plan what they want to do together on the weekend. Going on dates, visiting various towns for the thrill of it, going shopping, staying in and just binge-watching movies, going riding; whatever!

Now Celica is preparing to retire for the day. She'll bathe with Castin, and the rest of the night is theirs, but if he's not around, Celica will go over any leftover work from earlier while the maids prepare her for bed. This usually means she'll stay up until midnight.

But if she needs to prepare something important the next day, like hosting a ball or traveling back to the Empire, then she won't sleep.

Castin's schedule:

Now, Castin's daily routines are a lot more flexible. He'll train with his men, new recruits, and other generals. Take stock of their inventory, their weapons and armours. Catch up with his generals for anything suspicious or urgent that needs his attention like the security of the Intacian Palace and any rebel movements.

Then it's lunchtime! Same thing applies to Celica applies her except Castin hates breaking bread alone so he'll hang out with his men.

Now it's time for Castin to head for patrol. He'll travel to nearby cities and check in with the guards and policemen if they need anything. He'll keep his ears on the ground for any malicious rumour or gossip regarding any uprisings. His other generals have the same duties as well as they are instructed to visit other towns and villages.

Castin is not big on tea time though his break consists of amusing himself by either noting down things that remind him of Celica or looking for cafes that he wants to bring her to.

It's dinner time! If he can make it back home, he'll have a meal with the Baroness, wowing her with his time outside but if he's tracking down criminals or rebels, he'll eat with his men again.

Bedtime differs with circumstances. He'll bathe with Celica, and the two will have multiple rounds of sex - until he's certain that his wife will sleep 'till the morning afterward. But if he's out of the manor, he'll stargaze for a few hours before going to bed.

...And yeah! I think that's it for now. Realistically, these two barely interacts because of how busy they are but they still make it work! Still carve out time for each other and make sure the other isn't burn out or hurt after long days of non-stop working.

Also, I'm really happy that you enjoy my writings, Anon. I made it with love after all dsnfkjnsdkjfnds You're very kind.

#monotony's rambling #desmond asmr #headcanons #castin hammer #baroness (oc)

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evening-winds · 1 year

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(for context: the design on archaludon's front is giving massive hammerlocke gym uniform vibes....... which, obviously, got me daydreaming about raihan's surprise appearance in the sv dlc with his new evolved ace......... which resulted in this)

the kitchen table was scattered with travel brochures, each of them advertising a different location with bold colors and excessive superlatives. beach resorts, nature trails and tourist attractions from all over the world were vying for their potential readers' attention.

instead of comparing possible travel destinations like he was supposed to, raihan found himself transfixed by only one brochure, wistfully gazing at the page with the picture of the paldean evolution of duraludon.

"pining for archaludon again?" his husband chuckled, peeking over his shoulder.

raihan sighed, not bothering to deny the obvious. "i kinda want one," he admitted and accepted the hot mug of tea leon was offering him.

leon sat down on the chair next to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "there's only one thing you can do, then," he said. "you have to go to paldea." he neatly stacked some of the brochures to make room for his own mug and a plate of scones with jam. "take on the gyms and become a champion while you're at it."

raihan groaned into his tea. the joke was old, and he had never found it particularly funny. he had never wanted to take on another region's league, even though he had all the skill needed to become champion anywhere else, because of leon. because why would he give a hoot about a championship if his one true rival, the love of his life, wasn't there? if anyone knew his stance on the matter, it was leon. "oh, come off it, you - -"

"i'm coming with you," leon interrupted him matter-of-factly. "naturally."

the paldean system, with the possibility of multiple people being able to hold the champion title simultaneously, was like the polar opposite of what the galar league had been during leon's at the time unbeatable reign. he had gained more self-awareness since his loss; the stagnation had been unhealthy, for both galar and himself. so maybe the paldeans were onto something with that system of theirs. whatever the case, we wanted to see and experience it for himself. he wasn't all that interested in being a champion in two regions (well, ex-champion in the other, to be precise), but everything that came before the so-called champion assessment appealed to him – for obvious reasons. despite enjoying the gym challenge, he had never had the chance to do it again, having won the first championship cup he had participated in and now having his hands full running the battle tower.

all of this leon explained to raihan in between mouthfuls of scone. "and don't try to pretend you're not interested, too," he concluded with a knowing grin. "i know you, darling. you live to compete, and you love a good challenge."

again, raihan had no room for argument. he couldn't help the smile breaking out on his face. "you're right." he gave the brochure one more once-over. "so you'd be okay with it?" he asked, turning his eyes back to leon. "going to paldea?"

leon's grin only widened. "i'll catch you a third applin once we're there," he announced blithely, slipping his arm around raihan's middle, "so you can get its paldean evolution, too."

raihan's heart swelled with affection. how could he say no to that?

and so, on their next wedding anniversary, instead of the usual week-long holiday, they took a longer leave of absence and went to paldea to take on the league, just like they had done back home as kids some twenty years ago...

#manifesting champion raihan in the sv dlc #ewi writes

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echantedtoon · 10 months

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Allison Chapter Four

It was....good to have someone around to talk to again wouldn't you agree? Someone who didn't expect a lot out of her, someone who she could laugh with, sing silly songs with, and ...be herself around again. Now don't get her wrong. It certainly didn't happen overnight now. She still was grasping at the sudden and huge concept that her old memories weren't just childish adventures of an imaginary friend and a whole bunch of the fairy tales and nursery rythmes she grew up with were actually real..or well WERE real, Chesire did mention that most of them were ancient history just repeated and long ago over, but I digress. She was expecting one of these days to just wake up and everything be gone and back to her normal life, but then she'd find breakfast made and waiting for her or finding Chesire all curled up beside her sleeping. He was kinda like a pet cat of her own that doubled as a best friend she could talk to and let reveal about her life. But some things were a little frustrating. One day she stacked books neatly on a shelf- Only to rush back into the room by the sounds of books falling down one by one and saw the site of Chesire looking wide eyed at the books and like a cat in those videos, was pawing the books off one by one. He seemed to snap out of it when she shouted at him to stop and apologized before snapping his powers and having them fly back into place. She told him he didn't have to use all this magic and cook for here but in his own words:

"You fed me. You gave me a home. You became my friend and showed me kindness when a lot of people wouldn't. I could have easily died. This is the very least I could do and it'll still be never enough in my opinion. Now hush and help me decide which scones looks better with this tea. I like macaroons. So sweet and delicious!"

He wasn't there sometimes and a few days he didn't show up, when asked he simply told her he had to spend some time in his world too, which she respected. He wasn't obligated to stay around if he didn't feel up to it and she certainly knew that she would be ok-ish without him. There was plenty of things to keep her busy, she still had the whole yard and fence to recover, and a job to find, didn't she? Which went about well as you think. Said fence was old and rusty and leaned in odd places, she had to REALLY put her back into it to push the awkward rusty poles into place, which left her pretty sore for the rest of the day. But the next day she stepped out to the smell of freshly cut grass and the sight of a tamed lawn and new white painted fence had taken it's place. When questioned he admitted to it, but only because she looked really hurt and tired trying to do it herself. It took a moment to explain to a confused talking cat that she REALLY DID appreciate his help but sometimes she WANTED to endorse the hard labor and he just tilted his head confused and blinked at her.

"I don't understand your human logistics. You could just as easily have me snap my fingers and everything you desire done will be finished in due time."

"It's not that! I mean it WOULD be nice to have everything fixed back up to the way it was, but humans, well most humans anyways, enjoy working for something. It makes us feel better getting it."....He cocked his head more and rose a brow obviously still confused and she face palmed, how does she explain this in a more simpler terms so a fairytale otherworldly cat would understand??...She looked back up at him dragging a hand down her face. "....OK! Lets go with one example. Uh...Um...Y-You know the story of Cinderella right?"

"Absolutely! Her glass slippers are still passed down in her family! Her great great niece looks so nice in them."

She rose a brow but shook her head and held up her hands. "Ok! Well you know how her fairy godmother granted her wish of going to the ball and meeting her future husband?" He nodded his head, of course he knew that. "Ok. Well you know why the fairy godmother did that right? It's because Cinderella worked hard everyday of her life and made an effort to be kind all the time, which with a step family like hers, it must've been hard. It's the same with most humans. Getting everything just handed to us on a silver platter without having to work for it just seems wrong, like there was no real effort to put into it to actually earn it. It's not about getting it done fast, it's just about that feeling of earning something." She pointed to herself. "I want to fix up the house and while I appreciate your attempts, and not in anyway discrediting you for what you've already done for me or for wanting to help, I want to be able to stand on my own two feet and show I can fix up the whole place."

He stood(Floated in the air-) and stared at her as she explained to him her feelings on the matter and hummed after a few seconds of it being done. "So....In order for humans to in their opinion earn something and be worthy of it they must work hard for it?"

She smiled and nodded. "Now you're getting it! After all an easy reward wouldn't be very good." She wracked her mind for another example. "Uh...Like let's say a princess has a whole bunch of suitors, and then she gets kidnapped by a dragon, and then a knight finds her, defeats the dragon, and worked very hard to rescue her. Wouldn't that make the knight more worthy to marry her than all the others?"

He looked at her thoughtfully, before nodding with a smile. ''Now that you mention it, it does seem you humans have more noble qualities than I thought.~"

She chuckled. "Now you get it. Besides wouldn't it get a bit annoying if everyone just asks you to use your magic to fix all their problems?"

He hummed, "I never thought of it like that before. Yes. I suppose it would get very annoying, I have other things to do with my magic than play life savior all the time."

"There you go! Now you're getting it! You can still help if you want to and I won't make you, but leave some stuff for me to do. Ok?"

He nodded and now that they had a better understanding she had less surprises. In fact she was made to make her own meals now, which she didn't mind cuz y'know independence in all, but now she could also show Chesire some of the recipes she picked up. He never even heard of a lemon marange pie until she made it for him and he puckered from the lemon flavor. Understandable. Not everyone enjoyed lemon, but things got a bit confusion when she tried to make pineapple upside down cake. She made it all the way and turned her back away from it for a second when she turned back and almost had a heart attack from Chesire using his magic to hold in place upside-down.

"What are you doing?!"

"Helping you with the recipe. I don't think you'll be able to make it stay upside down on your own will you?"

"T-That's not...Wait." She blinked. "Your Upside down cakes are ACTUALLY upside down?"

"Of course they are! It wouldn't make sense for it NOT to be. What's the point of having an upside-down cake if it's not made properly?"

"Huh. You'll have to show me your world sometime."

"Really?!" His tone radiated excitement as that idea was thrown at him and he giggled. "What a splendidly marvelous idea!! You could take my portal but...perhaps it would be better if not. There is dangers still left to be undangered."

"What do you mean?"

''Hopefully you'll never find out. Now let's cut this open! Im starving so to speak."

She let that one slide since no real harm was done. But he was still asking a few questions about her world that still didn't make much sense to her but it seemed he was used to different forms of things which was all but fine. The real things she was concerned with was the restoration of the garden and repainting the house. She didn't know if the roof was ok after all this time, but she guessed she was finally gonna find out wasn't she? She had been working on the back of the house for a few days now. As well as one could with old rusty garden tools and a small cat who found more fun in playing with the tossed weeds than helping her, but she didn't ask for his help and like before he was being more considerate in wanting to let her do her thing. She wasn't sure how many times she fell down on her behind trying to pull weeds out or tripped over another giant root in her granny's old flower bed. But all of that was put on hold when the first giant black storm clouds appeared and thunder gave out a warning of what was to come. Which came in the form of rain just a few seconds after. Chesire bristled and gave a startled meow as he jumped into her arms, and she ran like a bear chasing bees back into the safety of the house. Barging in just in time as the speed was starting to pick up the pace and rain down harder. Which left them now in this situation. Curled up on the couch, warm fuzzy blanket around her shoulder, and a purring magical cat curled up in her lap. And phone in hand. Her unlimited data plan was great for unlimited internet, though it was a little glitchy. One of the better things she did in her life. Might as well search for a job. I mean. She didn't have a car, and she couldn't just walk all the way to and from town everyday...And she already felt guilty for everything Chesire already done. If she found an online job then that meant she didn't have to walk all that way and could save up for a car and maybe get a job in the nearest town or something. After a while of surfing the web, a blue head popped back up and smiled at the strange blue screen.

"And what is this I wonder?"

"Hm?" She blinked and looked at him as he stared at the phone. "Oh. It's my phone. Im trying to find an online job but so far no luck. If my luck runs out I'll just try to open art commissions I guess."

....He blinked. "A...'phone'? What is that?"

"Oh, well it's a..Uh.." How do you explain to fairytale cat what a electronic phone is?....Maybe she should use another fairytale reference as an example? "Well...You know how magic mirrors or crystal balls show us stuff like other people and answer questions? L-Like the mirror in the Snow White story? You know how she would ask it every day 'Who's the fairest in the land?'''

"OH! So you have a small hand held magical mirror!"

She shrugged. "Sort of. It lets me talk to people, watch things, see fair away places, answer questions-"

"So it's more of a fortune teller's ball?" He nodded with a thoughtful look. "I understand now. I know of a great fortune teller where I am from! The descendent of the oh so wise Mr. Caterpillar!"

"That's one way of putting it."

That was probably the best she was ever going to get to explaining what a phone was to him- A flash of lightning flashed outside lit up the entire room along with a roar of thunder that shook the glass of the windows. Chesire bristled more and leaned back further into her blankets shielding the two from the cold air. She comfortly reached out to pat the poor slightly shaking fellows back and sighed. She didn't blame him for being scared of rain. After all she wasn't enjoying this anymore than him....Then she got an idea. She smiled and tapped the top of his head to get him to look up at her.

"Hey. You like tea right? How about I go make you a cup?"

He blinked slightly surprised up at her. "Really? Y-You'd do that for me? In this dire time? ...Oh, no, no, no. I couldn't ask you to do that for me. I'll be fine."

Her brow rose. "It would be the least I could do for all the things you've done for me. Here." She gently put her arms around him, enough to lift him off the couch and picked him up just as she stood up.Blanket falling of Allison's shoulder as she turned back around and placed the small cat back to where she was sitting just a moment ago. He blinked as said fuzzy blankets was drapped the top of his head and around him. Almost like a swaddled baby. She straightened back up and glanced back down at him. "There! Now don't you go anywhere. It'll only take like ten minutes tops." She slipped her phone into her back pocket. "Besides. I know I could use a warm drink right now."

He chuckled. But it was short lived by another loud thunder that shook the windows again and Chesire gave a startled 'Mmmrowl' and ducked under the blanket turning into a shaking lump under it. But that's not what made her stop and pause. A loud clanking sound itself heard before stopping after a bit. What was that? ANother loud thunder sound shaking the windows another soft but loud metal tapping noise and she snapped her head in the direction the sound was coming from...Sure enough ANOTHER thunder clapping. Another shaking. AND ANOTHER METAL NOISE!

"H-Hey. Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?! I hear nothing but the sound of absolutely silence u-under here!"

Well he wasn't going to be much help was he? She rolled her eyes and looked- BOOM!! Another shaking. What was up with this giant storm!? Seriously?! And another tapping sound. This time DEFINATELY from her Granny's old meditation room. Raising a brow, she cautiously began slowly walking her way over there. The dimly lit room and rain outside wasn't helping her whole horror movie scenario running through her head as she got closer and closer. When she was finally in there...She saw nothing. Lightning lit up the entire room as ran still poured buckets outside. ....Then where was- Another thunder slammed the skies and shook the windows. Which also shook another thing. The giant mirror hanging on the wall tapped against it swaying violently and made the same tapping sound she had heard before. She gasped and ran to it. Not actually touching it when she got there but holding her arms out as if ready to catch this thing. It looked too big and heavy to lift by her tiny self, but it looked so freely hanging from the wall that it could fall and shatter into a million pieces at any moment. Which is what scared her.

Her head snapped over her shoulder. "Chesire!! The mirror's about to fall! Help me put it back into place will ya?!"

The shaking lump stopped shaking in an instant. All fear of ran and thunder and lightning pushed aside and that blue head snapped up and out of the blanket wide eyed. "THE MIRROR?! ALLISON, NO!!" He leapt from the couch and zoomed towards the tiny room. "WHATEVR YOU DO, DONT TOUCH THE MIRROR!!"

The rest of his warning was drowned out as thunder once again rang out and shook the house, this time there was no tapping as the mirror jumped off the nail and as she watched in horror as he fell on her, she thought she could hear Chesire shout 'Allison!!'. As it consumed her. A giant shattering of glass was heard as shiny shards spilt to the floor in the place the girl once stood, and shined when lightning struck the entrance way. A heavily breathing cat was floating there for a moment staring in absolute horror at the mess on the floor. He snapped two it. Little paws pushing around a few pieced before lifting up the mirror and still seeing no strawberry blonde woman. His paws went to clutch his head as the realization hit him harder than any lightning.

"By tea and biscuits...WHAT HAVE I DONE?!"

#allison #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #zoophobia #timber

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caelcstis · 10 months

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emoji headcanons. // @r3dblccd all the food and drinks questions + 😨 FEARFUL, 🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL &💌 LOVE LETTER (for Raph)

🥞 PANCAKE - what is their comfort breakfast?

raph likes a more heartier breakfast to keep his energy going, especially if he has to be forced into his human form during the day - it still eats at his magic no matter how little it is. he likes a nice soft omelet with maybe some ground, seasoned sausage or bacon next to it. a biscuit or a scone will be nice to him as well, heavy carbs to keep him full. he'll also have tea with to wash it down. of course going through the process of making all that food can be a little tedious, so more often than not he'll be found with a biscuit and some jam or honey to spread or dip into before he's getting to his duties.

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE - when is their birthday? do they like celebrating it?

birthdays are kinda obsolete?? at least to an angel as old as he is - but i celebrate his birthday on September 9th, he's a virgo. because they're obsolete to him, he doesn't really celebrate it - nor do the others really. maybe he'll get a small gift from one or two angels - or homemade crafts from his fledglings, but he doesn't really go out of his way to make it a big deal. he'd rather people not bring it up only because he isn't entirely comfortable with attention on him like that. he doesn't like being taken care of despite he needs it.

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

gods, he's another foodie of mine. raphael has a more decadent palette. still probably not going to gravitate towards fattier things but he will try them and eat them if they're there. i feel like if anything's gonna get him, it's a good cobbler. the berries or fruits mixed in with that batter is just so fulfilling to him. it's also just?? warming to him if that makes sense. it's comforting, it warms him inside out and if it's a damn good cobbler, you will know. when he's happy with food - which doesn't take a lot on his end, his cheeks will flush a little and he won't even talk while he eats because he's just enjoying it.

🍟 FRIES - do they order food often? or they prefer to cook their own food?

now in recent more modern times, i can't say raph hasn't tried takeout, street food, fast food, all that and has enjoyed it - but he will always cook first. he has cottages, he has gardens. he has the resources to make things fresh even now. and damn is he good at cooking. there's very little at his age that gives him a hard time in the kitchen. doesn't matter if it's cooking or baking.

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

he's grown up on tea and water p much, so he is a little fond of warmer drinks. he loves a nice herbal tea, but as hot cocoa came around he found himself enjoying that too. he can have it with some cayenne in it, or maybe some peppermint instead depending on his mood - but he's gotta have whipped cream on top of it witch extra chocolate shaved on top.

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

he does eat them - again, never really been picky with any of it - but out of rule of thumb, he can habitually stray away from apples. he'll touch them and make them for your muse if they like them, but he doesn't really partake in eating them, more from heaven's influence. if he had a favorite fruit, it'd probably be pineapple or cherries. the tartness of a cherry and the variety of them are nice to both snack and bake with. pineapple because he is a fan of citrus, and it's refreshing to him. as for veggies, he likes leafy veggies?? like spinach, lettuce, it's a very nice base for him to use in cooking often and sometimes when the man just wants a quick an easy salad: clean it, throw it together with other shit.

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes?

honestly start the debate but he likes cheesecake the most lmao. raph amongst his sweet tooth has a very big palette for that sour along with some heat in his food. so cheesecake gets him a little weak tbh, put some compote or macerated fruit on there and he's down. but if you want a real cake and not a torte or a pie, however it's labeled as - a nice slice of carrot cake with cream cheese frosting will make him happy too. the warm spices and the sourness of the cream cheese just leaves him in heaven.

🍧 SHAVED ICE - do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

idk about childhood but raphael was still pretty young at the time when he lost ipos and orobas, and he was planning on giving the boys new cloaks as they were learning under his care and going through forests to forage for herbs and take care of humans - he wanted them warm and protected against the elements. he was never really capable of giving them to the boys, so he still has them: one white and threaded with gold, the other a deeper grey threaded with silver. they were also lined with thick wool for the colder seasons as they were approaching, something he took extra care into sewing together for them to not ruin the patterns he embroidered in them. they still hang in one of his wardrobes in his chambers in the throne - no one knows they're there, and he won't ever tell anyone. he doesn't want a certain angel finding them and would wreck havoc and his own sanity if he ever found them.

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

idk if raph really goes into either?? he won't fight or get ready to fight if he's scared, but he won't run either. his instinct is going to protect if he's around someone, or if by himself, he'll either cover or brace himself. but he tries to assess his situations and always tries to deescalate. he did even when lucifer fell and was scared watching michael and him fight, he tried to calm them both and to stop it - and wound up being blasted by both of them and two of his wings were broken, one sprained, in the process. it's just that pacifist in him. he'd rather let something bad happen to him than to cause more of an issues for others later. he just takes it.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

his raw anger. raphael has only ever been so angry in his life that it costed him: and that was ipos and orobas who were wrongly accused of sin in their young age. he had become so angry that he fought hand to hand with gabriel before he could touch orobas after orobas had pushed ipos out of heaven's gates before punishment could be dealt on his side. even being older, he was made weaker physically and was quickly held down by gabriel's angels. still angry, raphael fought against all their holds on him and dislocated his shoulder - but he never cared, he wanted to protect that boy. in the end he couldn't and had to watch his wings be ripped from his back, had to hear him scream and cry, something he never heard that boy do in all his life. the events caused him to fight with michael, they fell out for a while - raphael calling michael spineless, a coward, and he refused to follow an angel like that anymore. anything to break michael, and it did - but michael never revealed it to him, and in the end it broke raphael more. he stayed away from other angels as he healed and even a while after because he was angry, his trust was broken between two of his trusted brothers, his two angels in his care - he didn't know were alive or dead being so young. he never wanted to become so wrapped up in his anger and his wrath again, so his smile quickly became a mask for everything: his anger, his pain, his sorrow, his boredom. only he ever sees his emotions when he's alone.

💌 LOVE LETTER - do they like love letters? what kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

raph does love those kinds of things because it's just those physical acts of affection for him that make him weak. words of affirmation on top of it? he's melting. they will also leave some in return, his are often more playful and lighthearted though. say if he's to be gone for a while, his partner can expect to find little stickies in places he knows they use a lot around the house; just asking if they're thinking of him bc he knows he's thinking of them, or maybe little puns to make them smile (or cringe beforehand), or wishing them a good day/good night and sweet dreams - and he'll meet them there if they do.

#letters received &&. sent out ⸢ 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗 / asks &&. answers ⸥#r3dblccd #my head is clouded with everyone's emotions i don't know what is my own anymore ⸢ 𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 / headcanons. ⸥#again things got long again so under the cut <3

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thiscoffeelooksbiracial · 2 years

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March 1st

Twitter was broken when I woke up so I figured it's be a good time to get my monthly reflection out of the way.

I'm making nutella-ish rolls. I had chocolate and hazelnuts to use up and I wanted to try something besides the banana bread scones again. I didn't have the heavy cream to do the tiktok hack but the buns did seem a bit dry after proofing overnight so I poured in a little milk. They're almost done and I hope they're as delightful as they smell.

Still kinda meh about work, but I have an 8am with someone who could be really helpful so I'm daring to hope. Also work ghosting a fellow employee. While she's great, I do think it's weird that I still feel pressured to put on my white voice for another black person. All skinfolk ain't kinfolk, but not in a malicious way this time.

There's a study hall tonight and I'll attend and do actual work. The feelings of despair should ease once I actually turn in the next project.

Still feeling depressed but it's more of a dull ache. I think I'll start trying to get treatment again. Maybe I just need to sit with the fact that my depression can only be self managed under ideal conditions. Since everything is terrible I will need meds to give me the strength to carry on.

I've started thinking about what I want my tattoos to look like. I think I will start with the left hand. I like the dainty barely there tats. So I'm getting a wrap around vine of some sort. I also found a phrase that's kinda yolo, but isn't as unhinged as getting "fuck it we ball''.

In summary, things could definitely be worse, but I went to sleep cute and woke up cute so there's still a bit of light left in the world.

#monthly musings

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picniconabroom · 4 years

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After years and years of watching GBBO I finally had a go at baking (and eating) a victoria sponge and it was de-li-cious. It's such a simple and comforting cake, color me impressed!

#i kinda want to try scones next #maybe paul hollywood's recipe? i dunno #baking #dessert #gbbo

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cesium-sheep · 2 years

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I should bake something with matt when he comes to visit. I can get him to do all the hard parts for me like monitoring the cooking. what would I want to bake though...

#I'm making crescent rolls #I had to fight to remember that's what I wanted to eat -n-#and the process of rolling them up and putting them on the tray kinda reminded me of working at the bakery #and I really have always liked baking #and I'm good at it #I just. can't. very often.#I bet if I asked matt would help me bake up lots of stuff to tide me over until he can come fuss over me again.#bread and scones and sweets.#he already said he wants to make a pavlova with me cuz I've never had one and we were talking about fruit #I'm kind of trying to put it off as long as I can cuz I know arin's got application fees next month #but we'll probably need to get groceries soon.

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taemn · 5 years

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#idk if i should call them 'friends' or not but i really like talking to the armies from my japanese class mhsfjh #at the beginning of last semester they kinda scared me shjfshjf #but really like it's not like i'm super close to them or anything but i rlly don't talk to people much and they're nice #they've talked to me more lately than my actual close friend has #yesterday one of them said we should try to hang out before the concert next month since i'm going alone #and the other just texted me and asked if i wanted the starbucks scones she had #and like ??? they're simple things but so many of the people i try to talk to i just.....feel uncomfortable and they're nice people #even if we aren't even 'friends' it's nice idk #also my brother called me a bitch wish he wasn't a complete dr*nk and was like he used to be but 🤪🤪 im trying to think of the nice things

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Hi, I hope I'm not bothering you, but I was wondering if you could write headcanons of what it would be like to be part of Young Justice and secretly be dating Klarion.

So anon, I love this ask. The night I got it I spent a good hour writing out a set of headvanons but then it didn't save and I kinda lost it at myself so that's why this wasn't answered earlier. BUT NOW, ENJOY!!!!

So to start off, Zatanna is your best friend. That girl would die for you, and you for her. You know each other too well to keep secrets from each other.

She notices that Klarion likes you before you do.

"How does it feel to have a supervillain crushing on you?" winkwinknudgenudge

"He was flirting with me?"

It was just a joke up until then, but when Zatanna realized that you really didn't have a clue, it became a personal challenge for her to get you on a date with the Lord of Chaos.

It was even more fun to try and do it without the rest of the team finding out, but Aqualad and Miss Martian definitely know something's up.

You manage to get a message to Klarion asking if he wanted to meet up for coffee

You just wanted to take him to a cute little coffee shop not too far from the mountain so Zee can spy on you but he ends up taking you to this amazingly chaotic cafe in Limbotown (where he lives)

The cups refill automatically and there's little chaos demon creatures flying around and trying to eat your scones with flavor-changing creams and you are definitely coming back

It didn't stop after that.

Zatanna wonders what she got herself into some days.

You do too, but then Klarion shows up to your next date and says "I slayed an entire demon army for you" and you go all heart eyes.

Bullies at your school? Their homework comes out in gibberish

Creeps catcalling you? their hoodies start to strangle them.

Klarion hasn't had a friend in a long time, much less a partner.

No one sets a finger on you with the intent of harming you and keeps their fingers.

Zatanna uses her sneaking-out-of-the-house spell to create a double for you when you want to go meet up with Klarion. You just have to pray no one tries to hit your smoke double during training or Black Canary will have you grounded.

You have definitely flirted a bit too much during fights that Batman may start to catch on.

The rest of the team doesn't say anything, but they definitely know something's up.

M'gann hands you a plate of cookies "to split" as you're headed off to meet up with Klarion.

Wally is constantly joking about how chicks dig the crazy ones.

Conner and Artemis, on two seperate occasions, have both cornered Klarion during a fight to give him the shovel talk

You're their friend, even if Klarion is the bad guy. And yes, they are the good guys, but Robin knows of seven locations in Gotham alone where they can dispose of a body with no evidence and Kaldur knows three ways to kill an immortal.

Long story short, when the masks are on, he's the bad guy and you're the good guy, but when the masks come off, you're the apple of his glowing eyes and he would kill anyone who hurts you.

#channeling Anidala + Rex here #* flashbacks to my Klarion x Zatanna phase in high school #klarion #klarion the witch boy #klarion x reader #klarion bleak #young justice #young justice x reader #lizart writes #anonymous #headcanons

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lady-maria-the-wolf225 · 2 years

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How da boys wake you up in the mornings, after you spent a night with them in the lair!: (I just woke up groggy, and this came into my cranky tired mind. 🤣)

Leo is usually very patient with you and never makes a single fuss on what you do. You spent a night with him at the lair since you had no other plans. Leo prepares some tea, a scone, and some porridge for you. He walks up to his bed seeing you sleep like an angel. He puts the tray down on a small table next to the bed and He sits on the edge of the bed. Smiles and gently rubs your shoulder whispering for you to wake up. "(Y/N)......(Y/N)......time to wake up....." he keeps rubbing you until you slowly woke up in a groggy state. Your hair is an absolute mess too. Leo couldn't help but just smile. "Good morning" He kisses your cheek and you kinda smile despite looking like a zombie. He sets down the tray of breakfast down in front of you and he pets your head. "You'll need to eat to get that energy up and running. I'll go set up the shower for you." He walks to the bathroom to get your shower ready. You smile being glad you woke up with a gentle soul you love so damn much, and it makes you want to sleep over again and again. 🥰🥰

Raph is always impatient with anything. Especially when his little human waifu like you isn't waking up from her beauty sleep. Raph made bacon and eggs with orange juice for you, and he sets the plate down and tries to wake you up shaking you a little. "Babe. Wake up. Babe.....hey!...." he would try everything but nothing works. That is until he decides to go to donnie's lab and grab some human smelling salts. He comes back with a few packs, and ends up using one. You snore into the smelling salts, and you suddenly jerked yourself awake freaking out. "AHH! Babe! What happened? Is shredder going to kick your sweet ass again?!" Raph calms you down chuckling and he kisses your forehead. "Morning my beautiful cherry popper. Here. Eat up. You're gonna need it." He smiles even though you stared confused not knowing why you woke up, but you shrugged anyway. He brushes your messy hair as you ate and you spend another night with that brute, even if you wake up not knowing how, or why anyway. 😅

Donnie is a patient guy just like his older brother. Seeing you spending a night at the lair on his bed is just so damn adorable to him. His breakfast for ya contains pop tarts, pancakes, and breakfast sausage with coffee just the way you like it. As he puts the tray down and takes out a flute he made. He starts playing that soothing morning music, and you slowly get up. Your vision was a bit blurry until you see your terrapin hubby in full view. You smile as you watch him. As he played, he sees a small blue bird fly by until it got shot by Mikey's BB gun as small blue feathers floated down. Mikey calls out as he saw it. "Sorry bro"! Donnie then finishes playing soon after and he bows. You clap for him and he gives you your breaksfast "good morning my sweet pop tart. Sleep well?" You nodded and he kisses your cheek. You would love to come back and spend another night having a soothing way to wake up. Better than a blasting alarm clock that's for sure. 😊

Mikey is an expert at doing mornings. Spending a night with him would be really fun. But how would he wake you up you may ask? Simple! Romeo and Juliet style! He made breakfast with waffles, eggs, hashbrowns, sausage, your favorite cereal, an omelet, and honey rolls. He even pours two glasses of chocolate milk. He carefully puts the giant trey down, and he smiles seeing you still a sleep. "Oh no. My dearest little juliet is in her slumber of death!" He grabs his chocolate milk and pretends to act. "With a kiss, I die!" He drinks the chocolate milk whole, kiss your lips, and acts like he is dying. "Oh no! I'm dying! No! Suffocating! No! I'm melting! Augh!! Oh! *death noises*" and he hits his head on the cabinet. "Ow!" You immediately wake up, and seeing Mikey on the floor. "Mikey! Are you alright?" He jerks himself up smiling wide "my sweet sleeping beauty has finally awoken! But enough of that, I made you breakfast!" Your eyes widened at the sight of the amount of food he made. You smiled giving him a big hug and kiss. You both ate breakfast and spending more nights with him would be just as fun as the first. 😁

@raisin-shell @angelcatlowyn @cowabunga-doll @tmntspidergirl @turtle-babe83 @turtlesmakemehappy @kawaiibunga @leosgirl82 @greenprincess @exovapor @chicchanmooshy @nittleboo @nikitaboeve @selfless1978 @post-apocalyptic-daydream @foreignbrunette @fyreball66

#tmnt bayverse #michelangelo #donatello #raphael #leonardo #morning #waking up

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rubysunnday · 4 years

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Request by @ynbridgerton - could I please get bridgerton!sis with #8?

A/N: This was one of my favourite ones to write, lol.

Y/N Bridgerton and Eloise Bridgerton made a fearsome pairing. Twin sisters who both shared a dislike of society and hatred of men, they’d become known for their wit and their ability to make even the most confident man doubt their appearance.

But when they were around their siblings, all bets were off. Being the fifth and sixth siblings of the family, respectively, it meant an awful lot of bullying and teasing from the four older siblings and an awful lot of bullying towards the three younger siblings.

Y/N had quickly grown to have a sharp wit and shot back at her older siblings with quips that tended to render them speechless.

Colin was often Y/N’s favourite target - mainly because he was the one to incite the bullying and she simply returned the favour.

“Are you sure the ton wasn’t simply eyeing her two left feet?” Colin asked.

Y/N rolled her eyes and smiled as she shook her head. She’d attended her first ball the previous evening and had been the one everyone was watching.

Y/N leant past Benedict and looked at Colin. “Are you sure Penelope wants to dance with you willingly or does she simply do it out of pity?”

Colin gawped at her. Usually, Y/N let his insults slide and ignored him but today she’d come out to fight.

Surprisingly, Anthony burst out laughing. He just sat there and laughed for a few moments before he turned back to his newspaper with a chuckle.

“Yes, thank you, Anthony,” Colin grumbled, picking up a scone and taking a bite out of it without adding any jam or cream.

Y/N giggled, far too pleased with herself and her insult. She sat back down and smiled to herself. She glanced up at her mother and saw her struggling to hide her own smile.

A scone smacked Y/N in the head. She yelped and jumped up from the sofa.

“Colin!” She exclaimed, glaring at him.

Colin shrugged. “My hand slipped.”

Y/N picked up the scone and launched it at her brothers head - smiling happily as it pelted him in the forehead.

“Children,” Violet chastised tiredly.

Benedict grabbed Y/N’s hand and forced her to sit back down and all but pined her to the sofa to stop her from throwing anything else at Colin.

As a result of the sibling feud that had formed over many years, and because of Gregory and Hyacinth’s inability to sit at a table without throwing peas at one another, a seating plan had formed for family dinners.

Anthony and Violet set at the opposite ends of the table - the typical seat for the Viscount and Dowager Viscountess. Either side of Anthony sat Francesca and Eloise - perhaps, the two most responsible children in the family.

Next to Eloise sat Gregory and next to Francesca sat Hyacinth. The two youngest siblings had been put in the middle of the older siblings in the hopes they would squash the pea throwing (it never worked).

Y/N sat next to Hyacinth and Colin sat next to Gregory. They used to sit next to each other - it’d gone Gregory, Colin, Y/N and then Benedict but the prank war of 1810 had forced Y/N to sit opposite her brother.

Benedict had moved to sit next to Y/N (presumably to stop her from kicking Colin or throwing something at him when he was annoying her) and Daphne sat next to Colin. Violet, at the opposite end of the table, had a close eye on all of her children.

That evening, following on from the scone attack of that morning, Colin and Y/N were glowering at each other from across the table.

There’d been a few more incidents that day. Another scone attack, Colin singing obnoxiously loud when Francesca was playing the pianoforte and Y/N was trying to read and Y/N accidentally spilling her tea over Colin’s map because they were ‘in her way’.

Needless to say, both were... well, pissed at the other.

Y/N had been silent the entire meal. She was studiously cutting up her dinner and stabbing it with some force with her fork and glaring at Colin as she did so. Colin, in return, was copying her and occasionally, like the child he was, firing a pea at her.

A rogue pea landed on Benedict’s plate and his head shot up. He’d been talking to his mother and had, up until that point, been obvious to the glares his siblings were sending one another.

Anthony, who’d been watching them closely, mouthed at Benedict and frowned, questioning what was going on. Benedict, who had absolutely no idea, shrugged.

Y/N flicked a pea at Colin and glared at him. Colin flicked a pea back at Y/N. It sailed in a lovely arc in a completely different direction to Y/N and landed on Eloise’s plate.

“What the -” Eloise frowned, looking down at the pea and then up at her siblings.

“Don’t ask,” Anthony muttered, grabbing his glass of wine and almost drinking it all in one.

“I do wonder if any of the suitors who have been calling will take one look at you in your natural habitat and just leave,” Colin said, looking up at his sister.

“It amazes me that any woman would want to dance with you considering how often you step on their toes and almost drop them,” Y/N snapped back.

Colin, who’d presumably been practicing his come backs all day, narrowed his eyes. “You should stop wearing blue, it makes you look like you’ve been found on the shore of the Thames.”

“You’re like a geode - boring and unassuming on the outside, sparkly and kinda pretty on the inside,” Y/N replied.

“You think I’m sparkly on the inside?” Colin asked, tilting his head to the side, surprised at the backhanded compliment.

“Well, I mean... blood’s sparkly in the right lighting,” Y/N replied, shrugging.

Colin paused. “That was... that was morbid.”

“Yeah, I realised that as I said it,” Y/N said, nodding. She glanced at Benedict who was looking at her with a concerned expression. “I’m not a murderer, before you say anything. I just read a lot of books.”

“I think we need to censor what books you read,” Benedict muttered, turning back to his meal.

Y/N looked over at Colin and snorted into her wine. Colin burst out laughing and put his cutlery down with a loud clunk that attracted the attention of the rest of the table.

“Something funny, Colin?” Anthony asked, frowning at him. He’d looked over a moment ago and had seen his sister and brother about to murder one another and the sudden change of emotion was disconcerting.

“Nothing,” Colin chortled. “Just... I think Benedict is now in terror for his life.”

Y/N, who’d chosen that moment to take a sip of her wine, choked on it as she laughed. Benedict reached over and smacked her on the back with a long, despair filled sigh.

Benedict looked to his mother. “Why couldn’t you have just stopped after two?”

Violet sighed. “Benedict, I wonder that every day.”

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party-gilmore · 2 years

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That has to be one of the most ARROGANT things I've ever fucking read in my life???

Can you imagine literally anything else working like that??? Being OBLIGATED to "pay with your attention" to some random fucking nothing to do with what you asked story???

Like the ads i understand but WHAT??? Fucking BENEFIT??? Is a reader scrolling through your bullshit marriage drama that these scones supposedly saved??? Look I'm sorry but MOST of these fucking recipe blog writers are NEITHER that interesting or that good.

"If you don't want to be nice and listen to my story then fuck off and buy a cookbook" can you imagine any other irl interaction going like this?

"Sir, i saw you give that couple directions, I'm trying to get to the same building - can you help me out too?"

"Sure, but only if you listen to me talk about my personal life for the next ten, fifteen minutes."

"Um... no? I... Don't know you, and that's kinda weird."

"Fine then, go buy a map."

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shinonometrash · 2 years

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Scones & Secret Feelings

Court of Darkness Fan Fiction - "Event” Story

Chapter 2

Rating: General

Main Characters: MC, Sherry Invidia, Roy Invidia

After realizing you have a crush on one of your close friends, you find yourself in a situation you would’ve never expected... A story that Voltage is too much of a coward to give us!

I didn’t have the heart to tell her how awful it was, so I pretended like my soul wasn’t dying inside and ate the whole scone.

Unfortunately, this means I was unable to eat a single one of Grayson’s delicious scones.

(Ahh, the sacrifices we make for love…)

Sherry: You're drinking a lot of tea today, MC!

MC: Haha, I guess I'm just thirsty today!

(I’m still trying to wash away the aftertaste...!)

Sherry: Would you like another scone? There’s plenty left!

MC: Oh, um, no thank you!

Sherry: There’re so many left over…you and Roy only ate one each, and then I ate Grayson’s scones to make sure there’d be plenty for you two to eat…

MC: Ahaha, sorry, I just wasn’t super hungry today after all!

Sherry: It’s okay! But then Roy also ate only Grayson’s scones since he said that you wanted to eat mine instead…

MC: …Did he, now?

I cast a suspicious glance over at Roy and he just smiles in response.

MC: …

(“Perfect Prince” my ass! I’m looking at a backstabbing traitor right now!)

(Wah…Grayson’s scones…I’m so sorry I didn’t get to devour any of you!!)

I silently lament my loss of a scone-eating-opportunity.

Sherry: Hmm…I wonder what I should do with all these extra scones? Maybe I should share some with Rio…?

MC: No!! Don’t do that!!

(Poor Rio doesn’t deserve that!)

Sherry: Hm? Why not?

Sherry tilts her head in confusion at my somewhat passionate response.

MC: Ummm…

MC: B-Because I…I wanted to take the rest of them back to my dorm…?

Sherry: Oh, I see! You could have said so earlier!

Sherry’s face lights up with a huge smile and I feel my heart do a little backflip in my chest.

Sherry: Hehe, I’m delighted to know that you enjoyed them so much!

Sherry excitedly runs over to Grayson and begins arranging the scones in a small box for me

(Aw man, now I REALLY can't tell her how they actually tasted…)

I see Roy walking towards me.

MC: Hey! Roy, I can’t believe yo-

Roy: Do you have a gown for the upcoming ball?

Before I’m able to properly go off on him, he cuts me off with a sudden question.

MC: The ball? What ball are y–ohhh, that one…

Next weekend, after midterms are over, there’s going to be a ball to celebrate.

I had never thought of midterms as something to throw a party over, personally, but it seems that Concordia will find any reason to throw a party.

MC: Yeah, so, I kinda totally forgot about the ball, if we’re being honest. I’ve been too focused on studying…

Roy: It sounds like a break would serve you well then.

Roy: Would you by chance be interested in going into town tomorrow after lectures?

MC: To go dress shopping? Yeah, sure, that sounds fun!

(Dress shopping with Roy and Sherry? That sounds way better than sitting in my room trying to study.)

Roy: Wonderful. Shall we meet by the school gates around 7:30pm?

MC: Sounds like a plan to me!

Roy: I shall be looking forward to it then.

I walk into my room to discover a very pitiful looking winged cat.

Robin: Nnn...welcome back….Milady…

MC: Robin, are you alright??

Robin: My tummy hurts…

MC: Oh no, what happened?

Robin: I think...I ate something funny…earlier...

(Why do I have a bad feeling about this…?)

MC: What was this “funny” thing you ate, exactly…?

Robin: Well I was playing with Master Knight in the courtyard when a yummy looking scone fell from the sky…!

MC: And…?

Robin: And Master Knight said to leave it alone…he said “Don’t eat weird things that fall from the sky!”

MC: ...but?

Robin: But it looked so yummy! So I ate it...but now my tummy hurts…

(Goddammit Roy.)

MC: Well...you should listen to Knight next time he tells you not to do something, okay? He was right, you shouldn't eat things that fall out of the sky.

Robin: Nnghh…okay, Milady, I won’t…

Robin’s eyes light up as he eyes the box in my hands.

Robin: Oh! Did Milady bring home scones??

(Well, he sure perked up real fast.)

MC: No, don’t touch these. They’re not food.

(I need to figure out the safest way to dispose of these…)

(Maybe I can give them to Rio after all, as fertilizer?)

–

The next day…

I arrive at the gates at about 7:35pm.

MC: I am so sorry I’m late!!

Out of breath, I bow my head in apology.

MC: I hope you weren’t waiting here too long because of me…

Roy: Not at all. I only just arrived a few minutes ago myself.

MC: Really? Well, that’s good then…

I had actually arranged things so that I would arrive ten minutes early, but then my brain decided it was time to have a major crisis over what to wear.

MC: Hey…wait…

I notice the lack of somebody’s presence and scan the area.

MC: Where’s Sherry at?

Roy: In the refectory with Rio, I believe.

Roy: Shall we be off?

MC: …Wait, so Sherry isn’t coming with us?

Roy: No…I thought it might be nice to spend some time with just the two of us.

Roy: Does the thought of time alone with me displease you?

MC: What-, no! Not at all! I just thought Sherry would be coming along with us, that’s all.

(Darn. I dressed up all cute and everything!)

Roy: I see. Also, I wished to tell you that I believe your outfit today makes you look even more charming than usual.

MC: Oh, uh, thanks…

Of course, I appreciate Roy’s compliment, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping to hear one from Sherry instead.

(...I’ve really got it bad for this girl, don’t I?)

The thought makes me blush and I look away awkwardly.

Roy: Hmm? Whatever may you be thinking of?

MC: N-Nothing!!

Roy: Oh?

I start walking towards the carriage in an attempt to hide my embarrassment.

MC: Umm, let’s get going, haha!

Once we step out of the carriage–

MC: Hey wait, Roy, I thought the dress shop was the other way?

Roy: We have a bit of time before the shop closes, so I thought that perhaps we could enjoy some tea and cake before choosing a gown?

MC: Oooh, cake? Sign me up!

Roy: Let us be off then.

Roy gently places my hand on his arm as if escorting me.

MC: Um…?

Roy: So that we do not get separated by accident.

(It’s not that busy right now though…)

Roy: Unless this makes you uncomfortable?

MC: N-No, it’s okay…

(Come to think of it, I’ve never gone to town with Roy alone before.)

(So, maybe it’s just out of habit from his whole perfect prince act?)

Chalking it up to that, I decide to just go along with it instead of questioning it too much.

Roy sits across from me while we both look at our menus.

(This low key kinda feels like a date…)

Not really sure what to do with myself, I point at something on the menu.

MC: Oh, the last time Sherry and I came here we got this limited edition Qelsan chocolate cake with the buttercream frosting!!

Chuckling at my probably obvious attempt to fill the silence, Roy smiles.

Roy: How was it?

MC: It was super good!! But it was also really super rich, so I’m really glad that Sherry and I were splitting it!

MC: Oh my gosh, I just remembered, while we were eating Sherry accidentally got frosting all over her face!

MC: But when she tried to wipe it off, she kept missing the spot!! It was so cute! Oh, and then she–

MC: –ahh, but she seemed so serious I couldn’t even tease her about it!! It was so adorable! I didn't even know she was interested in that kind of thing!

MC: And then the other day she–

Roy: Haha, you certainly seem quite taken with my sister.

MC: W-What?? Do I??

Flustered by his sudden comment, I do my best to try and act natural.

MC: Ahaha, do I really seem that way?

Roy: Well, you have been talking quite enthusiastically about her nearly the entire time we’ve been here…

MC: Oh…whoops…

Roy: But I am very glad that she has found such a wonderful friend.

MC: R-Right. Friend…haha…

(I definitely don’t have romantic feelings for her or anything. Nope!)

(They’re strictly platonic. Just the normal feelings of gals being pals! Haha!)

MC: …

Although, really, one of the main things I’ve been worried about (outside of the obvious fear of ruining our friendship) is whether there’s social stigma about it.

I’d hate to cause Sherry to end up being criticized or shamed if we were to become paramours.

(Maybe I should ask Roy…)

MC: Say…Roy…

Roy: Yes, MC?

I know Fenn sleeps with anybody and everybody, regardless of gender, but that doesn’t really help tell me how this world views gay couples.

(Hmm, how do I go about bringing this up subtly…?)

MC: Um, so…you need to make an heir with someone, right?

Roy: ??!

Roy chokes on his tea.

MC: Whoa! Are you okay?! Do you need some water??

I push a glass of water towards Roy.

He takes a sip and then clears his throat.

Roy: A-Ahem…Pardon me…

Roy: Thank you for the water.

Roy: Now, um, what was it that you were saying?

MC: Well, since you’re the crown prince, it’s expected for you to have an heir, right?

Roy: Um, correct…

MC: Which would mean you’d need to marry someone you can have an heir with, right?

Roy: In theory, yes…

MC: So, what about Sherry?

Roy’s already confused expression shifts to one of alarm and mild horror.

Roy: I-I fear I am not quite following…

Roy: What about my sister, exactly?

MC: Like, is she expected to have an heir too?

Roy: Oh, so that is what you meant. Thank the Creator…

Roy sighs in relief.

MC: Huh? What did you think I meant?

Roy: Err, nothing…

(Weird, but okay I guess.)

MC: Yeah, so like is she expected to have kids to further the bloodline or something? Would she be looked down upon if she didn’t have kids?

Roy: I cannot say that is something that has been discussed, but I think it may depend on the reason.

MC: So, what if it was because of the person she marries?

Roy: As in they are infertile?

MC: Yeah, that, or…maybe if she was in a, um…gay relationship…?

Roy seems a bit surprised by my questions, and takes a moment before slowly responding.

Roy: …I suppose as long as she was happy, that would ultimately be what is important.

He looks at me inquisitively.

Roy: However, I am not certain why you are asking. Are you aware of something regarding my sister that I am not?

MC: Uhhh, no! Nothing like that! Was just wondering, haha!

Roy: I see…

After finally going to the dress shop and choosing a gown, we arrive back at the academy.

When I get back to my dorm, I notice an envelope with my name on it that’s been wedged between the door and the doorframe.

(What is this?)

I open the envelope to see a note shakily written in red ink.

“I see how you’ve been cozying up to Roy lately. You’re trying to steal him all for yourself, aren’t you? He’s not yours! He belongs to everybody! You make me sick.”

(Ah. Great. Hate mail from Roy’s lovely fan club.)

I sigh as I continue reading the note.

“And don’t think you’re being sly by befriending Sherry to spend more time with Roy!! I see right through you!”

(Whoa, hold on here ladies. I think you’ve got something mixed up.)

(I’m not hanging out with Sherry to get close to your precious Roy!)

If anything, I’m hanging out with Roy to get closer to Sherry!

“I’m warning you! Stay away from Roy, OR ELSE!!!”

MC: Yeah, sure, whatever…

(Don’t these girls have anything better to do with their lives?)

Rolling my eyes, I rip the note in half before throwing it in the nearest trash can.

To be continued...

>>Chapter 3

sorry this took approximately forever to update!;;;; also, I think I made myself laugh more than I should’ve with MC trying to “subtly” ask Roy stuff...

#shinonometrash #my trash fan fiction #sherry invidia #court of darkness #roy invidia #voltage otome

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