#like i came home from my night shift took a nice shower and went out for lunch w my friends

[bouncybongfairy]

Rickety-Rickety Wrecked

Rick Sanchez x Fem Reader Smut

Summary: After recently getting a job, the illusion that high school status quotes and popularity truly mean nothing. You've been re-evaluating things that once made you bubble with excitement like sneaking out and partying. That being said, your younger sister informs you that she's going to Summer Smith's house party. Starting to feel like a senior citizen, you tag along and encounter Rick Sanchez.

Word Count 3.0k+

(!This is a smut fanfic, you’ve been warned!)

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As you walked out the doors of the nursing home you worked at. Your hand was lazily searching for the keys that were undoubtedly buried at the bottom of your bag. After opening the car door, you let your body fall into the driver’s seat. It wasn’t just being physically but mentally drained as well. Tossing your purse into the passenger side and start the car. It was Friday and you were excited to finally have an entire weekend off. You couldn’t remember the last time you had any time to yourself. Pulling into the driveway, you weren’t surprised to see that your mom’s car wasn’t home. She works nights but will take every double shift she can get her hands on. You dropped the purse on your bed and immediately went over to shower. Even though you’re a Med-Tech you still will help residents with toileting among other things. While waiting for the water to get hot, you let your dirty scrubs drop onto the floor.​​ The water was scorchingly perfect, you could feel your muscles loosening. Using your nails, you scrub your scalp almost moaning from how nice it felt. The smell of the ‘honey crisp apple’ scented candle was only adding to the relaxation. Unfortunately that all came to a halt when your younger sister barrelled into the bathroom and turned on the harsh fluorescent lights.

“Oh my god, you scared the shit out of me!” you exclaimed. 

“Well sorry, you’re the one hogging the bathroom,” your sister remarked. 

“If you were patient and knocked I would have told you that I’m about to be done,” you said. 

“No time, Morty invited me to a party that Summer is throwing,” she said which made you throw the current open. 

“You’re going to Summer Smith’s party?” you questioned. 

“Yeah, I thought you were going to. Morty mentioned that Summer asked you. And plus I kinda already told my friend that you would give us a ride..” she said. 

“Girl what the fuck, why would I go to a party after working every day after school all week. Yeah she invited me but I wasn’t planning on going,” you huffed.

“Well, can you still take me?” she asked.

After you got out of the shower you thought about the fact that even your younger sister was going to be at this party. Even though you were still tired from school and the work week, you felt like staying home would just make you feel… pathetic. As soon as you got out of the shower you started getting ready. You haven’t done your makeup in so long that you almost forgot how to apply your lashes. You straightened your hair and threw on a jean mini skirt and a black long sleeve. It was weird looking in the mirror once you were all done up. You liked it though, it made you miss when you didn’t have to worry about work. When you went downstairs to see if your little sister was ready to go, she was equally as shocked at your appearance. After her friend arrived you guys took off to the Smith house. The entire house was completely lit up with lights, teens that were smoking on the roof, and of course, unknown species of life that were slithering and flying around. Your sister pestered you for 20 bucks then ditched you. You entered the house and immediately got greeted by the smell of weed and tobacco. It didn’t bother you too much though, you walked into the living room and immediately saw your old group of friends. They all screamed and ran over to give you a hug. You could tell they were all a little intoxicated. 

“What are you doing here, we had no idea you were coming!” Maya said. 

“Yeah I had the weekend off so I thought I’d come out,” you said. 

“Ever since you started working, I feel like I haven’t seen you in like forever,” Anna said. 

“Yeah I know, but it’s nice being able to save money. Especially because I could take some of that responsibility off my mom,” you said. 

“Don’t you miss going out though? You were literally about to get asked out by Brad. I mean like, you practically lost your status when it comes to school,” Maya said in a condescending way.

“If my status was based purely on me going to parties and hanging out with girls who are pretending to be drunk then I don’t think I want it. Too obtainable for someone like me, sounds perfect for you though,” you said, giving her a warm smile as you watched her smirk fade from her face. 

Now you remember why you stopped going to house parties like this. As you walked around you couldn’t help but notice all the sophomoric conversations going on. Things like bragging about having a roach from their dad’s ashtray. Or boasting about getting to second base with their girl. Honestly, it made you feel a lot older than you are. Making your way into the kitchen, you saw Summer standing there with Trisha. They both greeted you and complemented how you looked, which really lifted your confidence.

“Haven’t seen you in a while, stranger,” Summer said, giving you a red solo cup filled with an unknown liquid. 

“Girl you know I started working,” you said, smelling the cup and trying to identify what type of liquor it is. 

“Same, honestly ever since I started working at my mom’s shop, I feel like my childhood is officially over,” Trisha laughed. 

“God I’m glad I’m not the only one,” you joked back. 

“We were about to go up into my room and smoke, you wanna join?” Summer asked which you immediately agreed to. 

Her room was really nice, with pink coral walls and a bunch of different posters that covered them. Trisha and you sat down on her bed and Summer walked over and grabbed a bong from under her desk. She grabbed her desk chair so that she could sit in front of you guys. Trisha surprised you and pulled a blunt out from behind her ear. They thought this was your first time smoking but it wasn’t. When you work in a nursing home, sometimes the only thing keeping you sane is your wind-down time at the end of the day. After puffing on those for a bit, Summer pulled out a tray that had a couple of purple almost violet crystals. Without saying a word to each other, the two girls crush up one and then snort it. It took you back at first, the brazenness of how casually they were doing lines was a little jarring, to say the least. When you asked what it was they explained what kalaxian crystals were and what the high was like. Even though it was embarrassing, the factor that sold you was when Summer said they couldn’t be picked up on a drug test. Trisha was holding up the tray and Summer was walking you through what to do. 

“So like, when people do lines for the first time, most don’t fully sniff because they are obviously like, intimidated by it. But if you take a small bump then it’ll just burn and you won’t get the full high. So just go full throttle,” she said handing you the straw, the fact that the whites of her eyes were now blue made you nervous. 

However, the mix of alcohol and weed in your system was making you ballsy. You close your eyes and take the full line, dropping the straw on the tray and bringing your hands to your nose. As if that would’ve helped the burning sensation. Both girls were giggling as they watched you react, asking every now and then if you were okay. Your entire sinus cavity was not only burning but giving off an unpleasant taste in the back of your throat. The effects were immediate and you felt like you were defying gravity. Like if you really tried you could start floating away. You looked over at the two other girls who were dancing to the stereo Summer had in her room. Without them even noticing, you walked out of her room and made your way downstairs. You felt like everything was moving in slow motion and you were taking in every detail of everything you laid eyes on. The music was so loud that it felt like a heart beating in your ears. Panic and sensory overload were taking over and you could feel your heart began to quicken. After accidentally bumping into a girl, she turns around and tries to snake her arm around your waist. Obviously having a stranger try to grind on you in the midst of a panic attack was the last thing that helped. You broke away and made a B-line to the nearest door. You yanked it open and slammed it shut behind you. You were using your hand to cover your mouth in a sad attempt to stop your hyperventilation. 

“Medical emergency detected, blood pressure 148/96 and rising; Medical intervention advised,” a monotone woman’s voice spoke throughout the room. 

“Oh my fucking god, I’m fucking hallucinating… I’m overdosing I-I’m about to fucking die,” you have cried have muttered to yourself and you covered your ears. 

“You -buhrup- you’re not dying yet, what did you take?” a male’s voice asked. When you looked up, a blue-haired man was standing over you. Wearing brown slacks and black shoes. 

“You deaf? What -buhrup- did you take?” he asked again, taking your jaw into his hands and making you look up at him. Your eyes were still blue from the crystals and your jaw was now chattering. You were still crying and breathing heavily. 

“I told Summer to stop letting people take bumps of kalaxian. I have something, hold on.

“No- I don’t, I just needed a-a few minutes to catch my breath,” you explained, wiping your eyes and standing up, still leaning against the garage door for support. 

“Whatever, you’re lucky I’m trying this whole nice thing,” he said, going back to working on whatever it was sitting on his workbench.

“Sorry,” you said, walking over to his bench and asking if you could sit on the bench. He ignored you but also didn’t protest when you hopped on. Setting your purse down, grab your dab pen and take a puff. 

“You sure about smoking that?” he asked. 

“Weed is a vasodilator so it probably wouldn’t be the best thing for me right now but it can’t be the worst either,” you said taking another hit. 

“Did WebMD teach you that?” he asked.

“No, I learned that from my CNA teacher,” you said. 

“HAHA, do you enjoy wiping shit off of saggy balls?” Rick said followed by a fit of laughter. 

“Yeah, kinda hot,” you said, taking a drag. He looked at you with his eyebrow cocked which made you burst out into laughter, “you should have seen his face!” You said you are unable to compose yourself. He squinted his eyes, tilted his head down slightly, and scowled at you. 

Maybe it was the drugs but the look he gave you made your stomach feel like it was boiling. He again went back to tinkering with his invention. His side profile was strong, his lips were in a frown and he had liquor dripping down his chin. His hands were huge, making a screwdriver look like a pencil. His posture was horrible, practically hunching over the workbench. The blue long-sleeve he wore was slightly tucked into the top of his pants. You were watching his lower stomach rise and lower as he breathed at a very steady rate. He had dark under-eye bags that only added to an angst vibe that radiated off him. You wanted to make a move to indicate that you thought he was attractive but felt insecure. Taking a deep drag from your pen to give you a bit of courage, you kick off your heels.

The sound of them clattering to the floor made Rick look over, he didn’t move but instead shifted his eye to the side to watch you. When he didn’t give you the attention you were craving, you uncrossed your legs and let them hang in front of you. Rick set down what he was working on and turned to face you. Pressing his back into the workbench and just watching you. Biting onto the tip of the pen you take another big drag and blow it between your legs. In turn, he took a swig from his flask, almost like that was his move in this little game you were playing with each other. You set your pen down and pull your skirt up so that the jean material of your skirt was no longer touching the tabletop. Revealing the hip bands on your baby blue thong, he chuckled and walked over to you. He stood about a foot away from you and even though there was still distance between the two, it felt closer. You were intimidated by him and you couldn’t tell if it was turning you on more or not. Extending your leg out, you use your foot and untuck the front of his shirt from his pants. Exposing his happy trail that to your surprise was also blue. 

“So the carpet does match the drapes,” you giggle, which quickly turns into a gasp as Rick grabs your ankle and holds it up slightly. He was squeezing it so tightly but this only ignited a need that you didn’t know existed. 

“Should have asked if you were so curious,” he said, pulling your leg so that your ass was almost falling off the edge of the table.

He loosened his grip on your ankle and ran his calloused hand up your leg. Once he was close enough, he snaked his hand around your waist. The feeling of his hand touching your lower back made your back arch involuntarily. His crotch was pressed lightly against yours. You were so nervous that your teeth were chattering. His hands were now running up and down your lower back, almost like he was getting off from watching how sensitive you were to his touch. When you looked up, he was already looking down at you. This was something that was new to you and you weren’t quite sure what to do with your hands. Trying not to think too hard about it, you dip your fingers into the waistband of his pants and boxers. You pressed your nose against him, letting your bottom lip rub against his gently. You start pulling on the end of his shirt, prompting him to take it off. He shook his head in disagreement, so you pull away slightly and take your top off. He laughed and then took his shirt off as well. As if he had a look in his eye that said I’ll show mine if you show yours’. The fact that neither of you had to speak to communicate made you want to throw yourself at him. There were scars littered across his body, you traced one that was on his chest. Moving your fingertips to his arms, still admiring his old battle wounds. He was still watching you even though you weren’t making eye contact with him. 

When you finally broke away and looked up at him and couldn’t help but admire him. His frown lines, how dark his eyes were, and how his hair was sticking out in all directions. You smashed your mouth against him, unable to bear waiting any longer. He was such a good kisser, not messy and sloppy like the ones you’ve had before. He was aggressive but not overbearing, you wrapped your legs around his waist. Running your hands through his hair and around his neck. He moved his hands to his hips and began grinding against you. Your lips were starting to feel raw from how long he’d been biting and kissing. Moving your hands down to his pelvis you try unbuckling his belt. When he pulled away from you, a trail of saliva connected by the both of your bottom lips followed. He pulled down the front of his pants, exposing his dick. You pulled your panties to the side and he didn’t waste any time reaching down to feel how wet you were. He let out a hoarse moan, and let his forehead fall onto your shoulder. At this point you were aching with anticipation. Unwilling to take his teasing anymore, you reach down and line up his tip with your entrance. He takes the hint and moves his hands back to your hips for support. Slowly he started pressing into you, his mouth was slightly hung open. There was a slight stinging from how big he was but because he was starting slow, that feeling soon faded. He took a step forward once he was fully pressed into you. 

He kept himself buried inside of you for a while while kissing your neck. Sucking hickies and leaving bite marks all the way down to your shoulder. He slowly started rocking himself back and forth. You attach yourself to his neck, wrapping your arms around his neck and moan as he slides in and out. You were trying to buck your hip up in order to meet him halfway with his thrusts. Watching his facial expressions as he pounded into you was making you feel euphoric. Everytime you tightened around his shaft you could see his face scrunch in pleasure. At this point he was pounding viciously into you, your walls were becoming sensitive. You were sure that he was getting close because he was getting more aggressive. His thrusts were getting more sporadic, he reached up and grabbed a fist full of your hair. Forcing your head back, exposing your neck allowing him to continue marking you up.

You were whimpering every time his length pressed completely inside you. His face was red from how much he was exerting himself. Your arms were wrapped around his neck so he grabbed you from underneath your knees and pressed you against the wall. The change in position was enough to send you over the edge, going limp slightly as your pussy spasmed around his cock while you came. He let his entire body weight press against you as he came inside you. As you were cumming, you could feel his throbbing member spurting inside of you. When he pulled out he took his shaft into his hand and rubbed his tip up and down your folds. Enjoying the feelings of your warmth and swollen core. He set you back down on the top of his work station. You were still cross faded and don’t think you could walk even if you wanted to. Barely being able to keep your eyes open you use your arm as a pillow to ‘rest your eyes’ for a few moments.

Rick zipped his pants up and went to leave the garage, knowing you’d probably leave once you woke up. Maybe it was the recent encounter with Unity that made him feel like a douche. As if having careless sex with you was only proving her point that you were a bad guy. He took a deep breath and stood in front of the door for a while before turning around. Grabbing your purse, he took your wallet and looked for the address on your ID. After punching it into his portal gun and creating the green entryway to your house. He picked you up bridal style and carried you through the portal. He used his foot to move the covers over and set you down on your bed. Leaving your purse and shoes on the floor next to you before leaving.

[readychilledwine]

Bound by Fate pt 6

Summary- When Kaylee Archeron meets Azriel, her world turns upside down. Between balancing her trauma, new powers, a mating bond, and war looming over her new home, Kaylee learns everything is not as little as it once seemed.

Warnings- miscommunication trope, sexual tension, Eris being the queen of pettytown

A/n- this is the smutless version of this filler chapter. But boy, do we love a petty Eris. If you'd like to read the smut version of this chapter, click here

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Lucien and Kaylee sat around the fire. She had hardly spoken since they left the House of Wind a week ago. She had been focusing all her energy and effort on tracking the Mortal queen, and she had been so close today. They had almost linked until the sun fell, then Kaylee felt nothing coming from the Queen's end.

She did feel Azriel all day today, though. Love was constantly showering Kaylee's bones. She had been trying to ignore it, but as a shadow curled into her hand, dancing between her fingers, then ran up her arm, she broke. 

Lucien turned to her instantly, pulling her close as she cried. “It's okay,” he rocked her, running a hand up and down her back. “Just breathe, Kaylee.”

She couldn't, though. Panic began to flood her. Lucien rocked her, whispering comfort to her as he reached into her bag. He pulled out a small stuffed bat, one that He could scent Azriel on, and placed it in her arms. “Just breathe,” he repeated. “Breathe.” 

At that soft command, Kaylee felt her mind pause, shifting to focus on Lucien's command instead of her panic. She took a deep breath, eyes locked on his as he silently coached her through her panic. “That's my girl,” Lucien wiped a few spare tears from your face. “Keep going, Kaylee.”

Kaylee clung to Lucien that night, holding him close as she slept as if he was her lifeline. Lucien couldn't bring himself to understand Azriel. No matter how hard he thought about it, he could not understand. Had Kaylee been his mate, had those tables been flipped, he wouldn't have picked someone else over her. Just like he wouldn't pick someone else over Elain. 

He didn't stay up long enough to further question it, though. They had to get on the road early. Kaylee thought the queen was close, and Lucien needed to focus on this. He needed to prove Elain right.

Kaylee groaned as bright light hit her face and rolled into the warm chest. She felt a pull in her powers causing her to shoot up and hit a sleeping Lucien. “Lu, she's here.” 

The male groaned, arm going around Kaylee's waist. “Who?” His voice was laced heavily with sleep, eyes not even opening. 

“The firebird?” 

Lucien shot up next to Kaylee, eyes locked on the cursed mortal queen. “Can you feel her?”

Her only response was a nod. “Her name is Vassa. She wants to know what we want.”

Lucien looked between the two. “I trust you,” he looked at Kaylee. The simple statement struck, her eyes lighting up as she smiled. “Tell her everything.”

Night fall came quickly. The three of them spent the day talking and moving back towards the wall, with Lucien stopping every so often to grab some form of flora he had Kaylee staying away from. 

When she transformed back, silence fell between the three. There, naked as the day she was born, a mortal queen stood with her red hair moving gently in the breeze. Kaylee went into her bag, grabbing the clothing they had packed just in case Elain's vision had been correct and handed it to her. 

“Thank you,” she nodded to Kaylee, moving to go change into the soft tunic and leggings before rejoining them at the fire. “It is nice to speak to peo-” she shut her eyes and sighed. “It's nice to speak with… friends again.” 

Lucien spoke first, poking the fire slightly. “I can not imagine how lonely you are, my lady.” 

Vassa hummed. “You get used to loneliness. She is the first contact I have had in a long while. Most Humans and fae sleep when I'm human again."

“Do not get used to her being around,” Kaylee's head snapped to Lucien. “Her high lord has demanded her back for the meeting he is having. I will be transporting her to Autumn, and my brother will be taking her to the Night Court from there.”

“Lu-”

“He ordered it, hun. I'm sorry.” Lucien handed Vassa a plate of food. “It will be you and I, if you agree to take my company.” 

Kaylee stood, walking away from the fire and wrapping her arms around herself. She stopped at a lake, watching as a few fish swam by and took a seat. She thought she had more time to process. To get away. She felt a tug at the bond and gently answered, letting him know she was alive but still hurting. A wave of regret and of self hatred came down causing Kaylee to flinch. 

She was angry.

But Gods did she love him. She stroked the bond back, sending him her love and mixed emotions, and prayed he got the message. "Just give me time," she whispered.

Lucien and Vassa left Kaylee the next morning in a cabin. Kaylee shivered in dark, curling into herself as she waited for this brother to arrive.

To her annoyance, he was late. She took the blanket sitting behind her and wrapped it around herself with a sigh. 

“Such a sorrowful noise for one who is supposedly such a happy female,” the tone was mocking and bored. “You three were early.”

“Or you're late,” she shot back, wrapping further into herself. 

“No, little Kaylee,” the cabin came alive, flames starting in the fireplace, lanterns glowing brightly, and music playing. “You three were early.” She felt the male place a hand on the part of the blanket she had turned into a hood and pulled it down. “A tiny more attractive version of your sister, I see.” 

And this male? 

A stunning pale skinned red head. Freckles lining his nose like a constellation of stars. Burning bright eyes sparkling with danger that had Kaylee curling her toes. “You must be hungry,” he said. “I brought food. Come. Eat.”

“Papa told me to never take food from strange men.” 

He leaned down to her, face inches away. “Then it's a good thing I am a male, isn't it?” Kaylee made a face as he sniffed her and smirked. “Eat. Don't eat. Makes no difference to me, little one.” 

Kaylee stood following him after he walked away. “I don't even know your name.”

“Eris,” the male said, pulling her chair out. “Heir and general of the Autumn Court. The more important question is this,” the male pulled out a chair, turning it so he could straddle it and leaned in close to Kaylee. “Who are you?”

“Just Kaylee.” 

He scoffed slightly. “The shadowsinger is offering me a pretty deal to ensure you are returned in one piece,” his hand trailed her chin forcing her to look at him. “Just Kaylee. I can see why too. Such a beautiful thing left to the safety of little Lucien? I wouldn't have allowed you to even leave my bed.” 

Kaylee immediately noted how close they were. “I do not believe I will ever be in your bed, Eris.”

The heir smiled, face still near hers. “We shall see about that. I have until nightfall to change your mind.” He pulled away, fingers lingering in her hair as he did. “Eat, just Kaylee.”

Eris finally had Kaylee relaxed enough that the cabin didn’t carry a heavy scent of fear mixed with slight arousal. Bringing her four of his hounds had caused her guard to go down, and now the female sat pretty in his lap, sleeping soundly. His intention in trying to bed her was far from pure, but this would work. She would return to Azriel bathed in his scent from the close contact, and maybe then the male would realize how Lucien felt. 

His hands had run through her hair countless times, ensuring each strand held his scent. The blankets she was using were his, marking her body in his scent. The dress he was going to change her into hung in his closet. 

Was it as effective as fucking her senseless? No. Would it be enough to piss off the clearly tense shadowsinger? Eris smirked to himself, most definitely.

He kissed her shoulder gently, “Kaylee, we need to get you changed and ready to go to the Night Court.” She cuddled in tighter, squeezing her eyes shut and enjoying his warmth. “You've already overslept, little one, you won't have time to bathe.”

She shook her head, “Do not care.”

Eris stood, lifting Kaylee with him and carrying her to his room. “Well, I need to get ready, at least,” he laid her in his bed, covering her with the blanket, and went to the bathroom.  Kaylee sat up a few moments later and felt Her eyes go wide before looking down. Eris stood near the bathroom doorway shirtless, broad muscles on display as she finished changing into finely tailored trousers. 

“Stupid fae males and their attractiveness,” Kaylee grumbled softly and laid back into the bed. She had turned her back to the doorway, squeezing her eyes shut, and cuddled into the blanket that smelled like warm cinnamon and fire. 

 She felt the bed dip behind her and herself get pulled into a warm body. “Is my shirtlessness bothering you, just Kaylee?”

Kaylee refused to let him tease her anymore and rolled over so they were chest to chest, her face near his. “I am perfectly fine. Thank you for asking.”

He chuckled softly. “You do not lie well,” Eris ran the back of a finger down Kaylee's face, smirking as her eyes fluttered shut. “You are such a beautiful little thing.”

Her arousal flooded his nose. Her eyes went wide as he rolled them, so he was on top of her. "Say the word, and I'll stop."

“Please stop,” Kaylee put a hand on his bare chest. “Azriel will not appreciate this.”

Eris held that hand, kissing it softly. “Azriel doesn't even appreciate you, but if you insist little Kaylee. Walking away from the opportunity to share my bed is your loss.” 

Eris stood again and motioned towards the burgundy dress hanging up. “You need to get ready. We've wasted a lot of time playing this back and forth game, dearest. We are pushing being late."

Kaylee went towards the dress. It was an expensive fabric threaded with hints of gold and gems. It was fit for a queen, not some common female he had offered to bring home. “This is expensive. You didn't purchase this for me, did you?”

Eris shook his head. “It has been sitting unused in the Forest House for a while. I refuse to show up to a party with you looking less than divine. Therefore, I picked that dress. You look close in size to the female it was made for."

Hewn City terrified Kaylee. She could not help but to cling close to Eris despite Cassian having trained her in fairly basic Self defense. “A few more halls, Kaylee,” Eris held no arrogance in his voice. It had almost begun to border on comfort. 

These halls were too close to Hybern's cells. Dark smelling of moisture and earth. 

Kaylee felt a soft familiar purr and felt her shoulders fall slightly. 

Rhys was close, and he had his beast looking for signs of Kaylee. She also felt the bond tug as it began to come alive. 

Eris paused before entering a room. “Well, little one, this will be our last few moments alone.”

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Eris nodded. 

“It was self serving, but you are welcome.” She watched as a mask went up, an almost sad dead look coming over the heir’s eyes. He pushed the door open, walking in with her on his arm and a smirk.

Kaylee watched as Rhysand's face dropped, anger flaring in his eyes. She heard the growl from Azriel and Cassian. Eris turned to her, murmuring quietly in her ear, “And the game begins. Thank you for providing me with entertainment, just Kaylee."

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[autumnvine]

Everything is going to be alright

Summary: Tom came home sick from work one afternoon, you take care of him as best you can, but sometimes you need help.

⚠️ Hospital trip ⚠️

Working from home was a huge asset to your relationship with Tom, it allowed you to always be there for him coming home, someone could always be with your dog Bobby. You also enjoyed not travelling into the office evryday for the same work you could have done at home. Sometimes it made Tom worry that you worked from home, you never had a finishing time, often working late into the night and come to bed when he had fallen asleep.

You and Tom had your own little place, beautiful cosy, very personal and just how you both liked it. There was a place for everything, however not everything went in it's place. You had a very organised home knowing where almost everything was including in your home office. The home office was buillt off the dining room for you once Tom had found out you would be working from home indefinetly, he insisted upon you having your own space to concentrate in his attempt to help you leave work behind when you finished and could sit with him.

Tom took you for regular dates, randomly surprising you with flowers, and once each month he always seemed to have an intuition as to when to fill the freezer with icecream, the fridge with chocolate, the bathroom cabinet with painkillers and muscle relaxers.He knew what you needed before you did. Tom was so good to you, although you worked from home he still prepared a lunch for you, because if he didn't he knew you would forget and work past your lunch break.

You both always woke up together, got ready together and left the house together, when he left for work you left with Bobby to take him out for his morning walk, when Tom came home some nights he enjoyed running wih you, wondering how he still had so much energy a the end of his shift. Tom was incredible at his job, he took it very seriously, asking you to read lines with him in bed or on the sofa, he asked if he could tell you his lines while driving and you could check for him. You always supported Tom with everything he did. Tom was very passionate about everything in his life, including you, you were his heart and soul, his whole world, you became the most important to Tom.

When you were really run down fro work he spoke with y our boss and politely demanded they leave you alone for a few weeks of well needed rest, when you had to get your tooth removed he went with you, held your hand and made you different soup each day. on those days where the world crashed down on you, he was always there to pick you back up.

Tom got ready with you in the morning, when you both left, you kissed him, and again on his forhead, "Wait hold on a second"Lifting your hand gently to his head "You're warm? Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm okay my love don't worry, I'll see you tonight after work, be careful, Bobby take good care of hr until I get home okay buddy"

"Okay, please be safe, call me if you need anything." 

Tom left and you put your headphones in ready for your run with the smallest little ball of fur attached to the lead around your waist.

Your run was great, beautiful sunny weather, a little breezy but it was nice. Jumping in for a shower quickly, applying a little bit of makeup, brushing your hair and getting dressed in your skirt and shirt. Logging into your computer and calling your manager to check in with your assignments, giving you a rather long list of work to be compleated in a very short space. None the less, you worked away at it, watching the presentation, taking notes, and building your case. It was just after one when you had a break to take Bobby for a lunchtime walk around the block, before giving him his lunch and refilling the almost emptied water bowl from this mornings run. Sitting back at your desk, you continued to type away, building your case stronger and stronger. Researching how best to continue, it was long, hard and sometimes boring but you did it regardless.

Hearing Bobby bark and run at the front door brough you out your office, startling you for a moment, he'd been so quiet

"Who's there buddy, who can you hear?"  scratching the little pup behind his ear. Hearing some keys in the door lock, it must have been Tom.

"Darlin-" Tom barely mumbled as he came into the hallway, "Bobby I see you little guy, go play"

"Tom, baby what are you doing home so early?Oh my goodness, awwh baby, come here" Tom looked horrific, he definitely had something working on him. Hugging him and helping him to the couch, "Darlin I don't feel good" Tom hummed "I got Luke to drive me home, the cars still on set"

"Don't worry about your car, what's wrong? What hurts?"

"Everything, I'm sorry Yn I know you're supposed to be working."

"Hey it's okay, it's alright." helping Tom take his coat off and placing it on the arm of the couch, you noticed the hair on his arms stand. Gently placing your hand on his forhead, he shuddered slightly "Tom you have a fever" he bearly heard you, his eyes almost shut.

"Tom baby, lay on the couch okay, I'll get you a blanket and some things to help." Gently you propped his head upon a pillow and lay his feet on the end of the couch removing his boots, gently resting a blanket over his legs and back, putting a chilled bottle of water on the side table with some painkillers, by the time you got back with the water your precious baby was already asleep on the couch.

It worried you when Tom got sick, he was never sick, but when he was he usuallly got over it pretty quickly in a few days. He had never looked this unwell before. He had never came home early from work before, and had never had someone else drive him home. You got your laptop from yout office and sat on the couch beside him, keeping an eye on him as he slept. After half an hour of sleeping, Tom woke slightly and mumbled, trying to sit himself up.

"Hey it's okay, lay back down, try get some sleep." he shook his head trying to stand hmself "I'm going to be sick, my stomach hurts" He went to the bathroom and you got him some fresh cold water, taking it into the bathroom for him, the sight infront of your tugged on your heart a little, seeing Tom kneeling on the floor, bent over the toilet, his whole body just looked sore and uncomfortable, rubbing your hand over his back in little circles, running your fingers through his hair. "You're okay baby, you're alright, just let it out."

"I'm sorry Yn, I'm so sorry, go back to work" Poor Tom tried to appologize to you, but you stayed with him until he sat up, "Do you feel any better?" he shook his head and rested against your body to help sit himself up.

"Come on, lets get you in the shower okay, freshened up and then bed." Tom nodded

A little while later Tom came through into the bedroom with a clean tshirt on and his joggers, Tom climbed in bed, whincing and shivering as he moved under the duvet trying to get comfortable. "Darlin will you lay with me?"

"Of course I will" As soon as you climbed in bed with Tom he rolled over on his side beside you, you wrapped your arms around him kissing his head over and over. "You're going to be okay I promise" Falling asleep within seconds of your touch Tom slept the rest of the day, you layed awake just holding him .

The followind day Tom slept right through, you called Luke and explained Tom wouldn't be back for the rest of the week, unsure of what to do you let Tom sleep it off, hoping some rest is all he needed. Not wanting to leave his side you didn't have a choice Bobby needed his morning walk, you kissed Tom's head before leaving, you ran Bobby quickly around the same route you always take. Upon arriving home the house was still the way you left it, running up to see Tom he was still asleep in the same position he had been all night. He stayed like that for the rest of the day.

You really started to worry, taking your phone into the kitchen downstairs you called Tom's alltime best friend. Hemsworth.

"Chris, Hi it's Yn, how are you?"

"Yn how wonderful to hear from you I am well how are you?"

"I'm worried and I need your help I didn't know who else to call. Tom came home sick  early afternoon 2days ago, he fell asleep, woke up started throwing up, had a shower and is still sleeping, his fever is still there I'm scared I'm worried it's getting worse what do I do?"

"Tom is never sick"

"I know and I don't even have the car to take him to get checked."

"I'm coming we can take him in mine"

"Thank you Chris I really need your help on this."

Within fifteen minuites Chris showed up at your door

"Thank you, he's upstairs sleeping."

"Go help him up Yn"

You did as Chris said, went up stairs, and knelt beside the bed, running your hands through his hair "Tom, sweetie you have to wake up. Hey please get up"

"Tommy please get up." you kissed him  over and over, Tom mumbled "Yn"

"Tom you have to get up, come on please," Tom tried to sit himself up, "Yn I can't I really don't feel good."

"I know, come on, I'm taking you to the hospital. Chris is here with his car. We're going to help you" Tom tried to stand but couldn't "CHRIS" you shouted in panic, he put Tom's arms over you and him, standing him togehter.

You sat in the backseat of Chris' car with Tom asleep on your shoulder, "Chris please drive faster, he's falling asleep" tears brimming your eyes, "You will be okay Tom I promise, you're going to be alright"

"CHRIS DAMB IT DRIVE FASTER!" you shouted

"How is he doing?" Chris asked

"He's frozen, and his head is roasting, he's sleeping just please drive faster, how much further?"

"We're almost there, he will be okay Yn"

A few hours later you were sitting in a room beside a bed where Tom lay earily still, you held his hand kissing it over and over. "Chris? He's going to be okay, right?"

"Of course he is.Yn he will be awake and just fine really soon, I'm sure of it"

"Yn I'm going to go get some coffee would you like one?"

"That would be great yes, please Chris"

Not long after Chris left, Tom's doctor came in with a clipboard full of notes and papers, you'd never jumped up so fast in your life.

"Is he okay? He's okay right? He has to be?" trying your best not to cry, your heart ready to explode

"He's going to be just fine"

"Tom he hasnt eaten in two days, or woken up for two days, what's happening to him?"

"He is going to be alright, he has a flu, but it's worse for him as he doesn't often get sick, and has a very stressful, higly active job. All mixed together creates exhaustion."

"Thank you"

The following day you stayed beside Tom's bed all day, not moving or leaving incase he woke up.  The nurses had brought you some toast but you couldn't eat a thing, you were officialy worried sick. Why did he sleep like that? So still, so fragile. You were never afraid  to touch Tom or hold his hand or play with his hair, but he just looked so delicate.

"Tom, I don't really know if you can hear me or not, but you need to be okay, and you need to wake up for me. Right now, pleaese. Tom. Righht now. You hear me, you wake up. GET UP! THOMAS HIDDLESTON YOU GET UP RIGHT NOW, please"

You couldn't help it, holding onto his hand you just cried, you had cried your tears dry, feeling the tightning on your hand you dry your eyes, look up at Tom and see him getting up.

"Tom, oh my goodness, baby your awake" you kiss his hand over and over "it's alright you're okay"

"Yn where are we?"

"The Queen Elizabeth Hospital"

"Why?"

"You came home from work on monday sick, fell asleep and now it's thursday, you had a fever, and you kept sleeping. I called Chris and he brought you here in his car, Tom you wouldn't sit, or stand, or you, baby you wouldn't even wake up. I'm sorry I didn't know what else to do. Tom you scared he hell out of me. You're exhausted" You kissed Tom's forhead, resting your hand gently "Your fever is cleariing, how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay, I'm sorry I worried you my love" Tom slid over on the bed, swinging his legs over the side

"Be careful" you tried to help him

""Darling I'm alright"

"At least you can sit yourself up, I want to takek you home" you hugged Tom tightly, just seeing his smile, seeing him okay, smiling, you started crying as he held you.

"Awh my darling, my dear pet, it's alright, I'm alright. Everything is okay now, I'm here"

[m4dm4yhem]

(≧◡≦) ♡ HELLO KITTY

PAIRING: M. MORALES X AMANI

SUMMARY: SHE’S HIS FIRST LOVE.

AMANI: @cyb3rspyd3r

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“ YEAH..I’LL BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!”

the smile that amani had given miles, made his body warm up, the two had gone on a date.. he took her to the aquarium, and even got her a small fish stuffed animal from the gift shop. he figured with how well it went, he should ask her to be his girlfriend properly, he honestly hadn’t expected her to say yeah, most girls he knew only sexualized him because he looked good. which ruined the little chance they had of ever even talking to him as soon as he heard it, and the girls he did like usually didn’t like him back or it was just him trying to distract himself from boredom.

but amani was tolerable and he liked her, she wasn’t talkative. if he didn’t respond back to things she said, she caught the hint and stayed quiet. he liked girls with common sense, because why the hell are you still speaking if he’s not?

“ okay..” the boy nodded his head, and looked down at amani; the shorter girl had a wide smile on her face.. it was contagious and before he knew it.. miles was smiling too.. ear to ear.

“ I’ll.. text you…” miles spoke softly as he began to back up from the front door and turned to go back down the flight of stairs the two had walked, only not taking an elevator in order to spend more time together, “ stay safe.. call me when you get home, okay? I might be in the shower.. and if that’s the case I’ll call you when I get out.” her eyes were full of worry, as it was late.. and brooklyn streets at night were anything but safe

“ I will, ma.. I can take care of myself. thank you though.” he gave her a sheepish smile, he wasn’t used to people being worried about him, he wasn’t used to anyone besides his mother.. uncle, and his father.. when he was alive, caring about him.

it felt nice.

it felt nice to be cared about

a smile made its way to his face as he blew her a kiss, before heading down the stairs.. when he did get home, he closed and locked his door, carefully took off his jordans.. and threw himself on the bed.. giggles leaving his mouth as he hid his face in the pillow, kicking his legs. while he wasn’t used to being cared about.. and the first second of it felt a tad bit uncomfortable.. he couldn’t help but feel good..

about being cared for

about being with someone

about being with her.

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“ you didn’t call me.” was the first thing amani said, pulling back from the hug that miles had embraced her in as soon as he got in front of her, “ sorry, ma.. i.. i got busy.. I had to cook for my mami… she was still working when I got home, she’s usually off so I made her dinner.. completely forgot.” that part was true, but he made sure to leave out the part where he was kicking his legs and giggling after he came home.

“ aw.. im sorry.” she frowned, the feeling of guilt for being upset he didn’t call her started to weigh in now. “ no..no it’s good, still.. I should’ve called. brooklyn not that safe at night.. i can acknowledge that.” he wasn’t one to communicate.. this was known, miles didn’t even know why he was telling her about this. he usually just let some slick remark hit, but the fact that she wasn’t being petty about it.. and just said something, and understood as soon as he explained why the thought slipped away from him. he was genuinely so thankful for this..

it was a breath of fresh air for once.

“ it’s okay.. it’s okay ma, don’t worry about it. you ain’t know.” he stuffed his hands in his pockets, his eyes on her, looking her up and down.. biting his bottom lip, she might’ve just been wearing the school uniform, but she looked so good in it. he shifted his body weight, to look back up at her, when his eyes caught hers.. amani let out a giggle.

“ whatchu looking at me for?” she covered her mouth as a wide grin appeared on her face, taking a single step back away from him..

a chuckle left miles’ mouth as he quickly took his hands out of his pockets and reached out, grabbing her causing a playful scream to leave amani’s lips. “ whatchu screaming f’ it’s not like I’m gon hurt you.” his arms were around her waist, his chin resting on top of her head. “ stop..shut up it just surprised me, you looked like a bear for a second..”

the two shared a laugh..

miles’ thumb rubbing circles on her lower back.. amani felt like home.. he never felt this way before about any girl.

he liked her.

he liked her, a lot

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“ i miss my girlfriend..” miles groaned, his head laying on the desk, he was in fourth period class.. him and his girl had been together for about a month at this point.

ganke turned to miles, an eyebrow cocked; miles usually had girlfriends.. a lot, not because he was a player but because he didn’t know how to say no, he never wanted to be the reason a woman was crying, or was hurt.. mad.. whatever, so when ganke heard miles had a new girlfriend he wasn’t surprised.

he was surprised this was a girlfriend that miles actually wanted to see, “ seriously?” both of ganke’s eyebrows were raised as he spoke, “ dude.. I’ve never heard you mention missing a girlfriend since katie.” katie was the last girlfriend that miles had actually liked back, but he didn’t love her. it was a pure relationship, but the crush wore off about two months in and he very hesitantly broke up with her after realizing, and that was last year.. “ seriously? I could’ve sworn I said that once or twice when I was with barbara..” he ran a hand down his face as he spoke, his eyebrows raising, he couldn’t keep track of the relationships he had anymore, but he turned to ganke with a smile, “ I do miss her though..” and then the two boys bursted out into a fit of laughs, it was at this moment he was able to ask himself the question..

did he love this girl?

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miles sat down on his bed, his arms around amani’s waist and her body in his lap, he couldn’t stop staring at her.. the way she shifted a few times, because she didn’t know how to keep still, would normally irritate him, but whenever he felt her move, all he did was look up at her, trying to see if he could do anything for her.. anything would work, anything.. he’d do anything for the woman he cared about… well, women if you counted his mother and female relatives..

but, he meant his girlfriend.. the girl who was able to show him that it was okay to love someone all the way… that it was okay to care.. that-

wait..

miles thought about what he had just spoke to himself about, did he… actually.. love her? loving someone who wasn’t ganke.. or someone who wasn’t in his family was foreign concept, ever since his father had passed he thought he’d never be able to feel.. to love.. to even have a passion anymore.. but she brought that feeling out in him..

“ hey amani ..” his voice was soft as he spoke, his grip around her waist tightening, and amani turned to face him, she was just on her phone, “ yes?” her eyebrow was raised as she looked at him, in the eyes.

“ i think I love you.”

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miles blinked, his hand on his thigh as his phone was pressed against his ear, he was on the phone with his girlfriend, she was chewing into him about how he had behaved earlier that day; he wasn’t gonna lie and say he didn’t deserve it.. because he did, he had been insanely disrespectful to her earlier, he knew his momma had raised him better than that..

“ i love you though.. I just need space for a minute.. clear my head.” she spoke, as she let out a sigh on her end. miles’ eyes nearly bulged out of his head as she said that, but he nodded his head. “ yeah.. i…I love you too.. don’t worry, I’ll give you all the space that you need.” he couldn’t fight back the smile, and it was obvious in his tone.. and he was begging the lord above that she didn’t take that the wrong way.

amani giggled, she had heard the smile in his voice.. it made her forget why she was mad, but that didn’t mean the emotions and feelings were forgotten, “ I’ll call you in the morning..” she spoke softly, before hanging up.

miles could acknowledge that he made his girlfriend upset, that it was his fault that she felt a certain kinda way; but he couldn’t help but hyper focus on her ‘ I love you’ he placed his phone his nightstand, falling back into his bed, a wide smile on his face and a feeling of warmth washing over him

“ she loves me..” he turned to the side, kicking his legs before turning on his stomach, his face in the pillow and held his legs up in the air before kicking them down. “ she really does love me… “ yes.. amani was mad.. but she still made sure he knew she loved him..

“ she really does love me..” he couldn’t stop giggling.. couldn’t stop smiling..

“ and I love her..”

[thepaperpanda]

The Only Source of Light || Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: As you return home from the job you were involved in, you realize how much Joel feared losing you

Warnings: none

Word count: 1207

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

After throwing your backpack on the ground and closing the door, you sighed loudly. It was nice to be back home, but you felt like crap. You had dirty clothes stuck to your body. There were a number of problems with the job. The only thing you dreamed of was taking a shower. Announcing your successful return, you shouted, "I'm back... Still alive!"

Joel's exhausted state made him appear limp like wet laundry on a cold, still day. Every muscle in his body seemed to be giving way to gravity. The man wanted to sleep, to be warm in his bed, and to have a good night's sleep. Rather, he had chaos both outside and inside the shared space. 

He nodded briefly at you, his bearded face displaying a look of tiredness. His politeness began to wane. "What the fuck, Y/N? Where have you been?" The stain on the leg of your jeans caught his eye. "What's that?"

"It's nothing," you said, shook your head, and went to the bathroom to wash yourself and remove dirty clothes.

There was no doubt that Joel would not give up and follow you there. "What happened?"

You groaned before removing your shirt and tossing it to the side. "Jesus, some privacy, please! The job got messy, so I had to shoot. Nothing bad happened."

Leaning casually against the door frame as you changed, he paraphrased, "Job got messy, I got shot. I've seen all that before, so don't be prude. Mind if I check this wound?"

"Mind if I change and clean myself up a little before we start?"

With an eye roll, Joel turned on his heel and hurried to the kitchen to retrieve the whiskey glass he had started before your return.

"Thank you!" You yelled after him, and you began to wash yourself as much as you could. You changed into more comfortable pants and Joel's flannel.

Leaning one hand against the counter, he glanced at you as you entered the kitchen. "Y/N, I am very particular with my words, aren't I? I warned you to be careful."

"I was careful. Things can get messy, you should know this." As you spoke, you hopped onto the counter and stared at him. "I am fine. Really."

As he approached you, he shifted another glass filled with alcohol along the counter for you to take. "The fact that things get messy is not an excuse for getting hurt so easily," Joel snarled a little, downing his glass.

"Do not treat me like a child. You get hurt too, and I do not lecture you." Accepting the glass with a smile, you took a sip while grimacing. The taste of alcohol was never appealing to you.

He didn't say anything more, just stared at you for quite a while before putting the glass into the sink. "Did you sell everything?"

Before taking another sip, you answered, "Everything, somehow. After being away for so long, I couldn't wait to get home."

Joel reached into one of the cabinets and pulled out a small plastic bag. "I think we still have some painkillers here," he said, pulling two pills out and handing them to you. "I want to see that leg, too."

You took the pills before showing him your leg, joking, "I think you saw it plenty of time." The wound wasn't serious, and you patched it up right away.

His brow cocked as he inspected the wound carefully. "Just a little graze, isn't it?" As it turned out, it was not deep, but rather superficial, so Joel reluctantly agreed with you.

"It was patched as soon as I could. You don't have to worry. I am a big girl."

Joel decided not to argue with you, so he only nodded. "It's going to be a long and hard day for us tomorrow, so come rest."

"Wait?" You asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why will it be difficult?"

"There is something we need to do on behalf of Marlene."

Then you shook your head, groaning. "No. C'mon, Joel! I just came back. All I need is rest," you sighed. "And her? Really?"

He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom saying, "I trust her. Sort of."

Surprised, you grabbed onto him. "Well, sort of doesn't really make it better, does it?"

"You need to trust me, Y/N."

"Well, I can try, but I need to know what I'm getting into right after returning."

You were placed on the bed and the pillow was improved for you by him. "We're going to smuggle something outside of Boston."

"Oh, I see. So? It's business as usual," you nodded, getting comfortable on the pillow. "But you've always done it alone. Why do you need me this time?"

"I've got a feeling it won't be any of the usual goods. It's going to be a girl."

Girl? A child? He's never tried smuggling people before, so that's something new for him. "You've never done anything like this before."

"Marlene can only trust us in this urgent and unusual situation," he explained quickly.

You couldn't resist chuckling. "Well, then I guess I can tag along, just to make sure you don't get yourself into trouble."

"Don't worry about me. I am more worried about you."

You patted the mattress as you said, "Get your ass into bed or I'll pull you here myself." you said. "You know how worried I am about you, so as we see it works both ways."

As he lay down in front of you, he improved his own pillow, letting your arms wrap around his waist.

In a quiet voice, you looked at him and asked, "Did you miss me while I was away? I sure did."

"Yes. You know I always miss you."

As you stared at him, your head rested on his chest. Soon, your hand rested on his nape as you moved it through his hair. "That's why you were angry about the leg? You thought I wouldn't return this time, didn't you?"

A long moment passed without him saying a word. He stared intently at the dilapidated ceiling with his brown eyes. "I was afraid I had lost you forever.

"Oh, Joel!" Your voice was no more than a whisper as you hugged him tightly. "As far as I'm concerned, I'm not going anywhere."

"The only thing my life has taught me is to be uncertain of what the future holds," he replied emotionlessly. "The reason I got angry was because you were involved in something I was powerless to control. I hate such moments.”

As you played with his hair, you whispered, "I know. You know I didn't mean to worry or anger you. I always try to get back to you as soon as possible."

His hand was soon slipping into your hair as he massaged your scalp and stroked the curve of your spine underneath your shirt with his other hand. "I love you. "I love you too." As you cupped his cheek to pull him closer, you whispered a quiet, come here. The kiss you offered was gentle, as if you were afraid you might hurt him. “For me, you are the only source of light in this dark world of mine.”

[ilovespec]

"Your fears her pleasure"

Yandere FEM ! Assassin × civilian FEM ! reader.

Her description

WARNINGS!!! Yandere female , female main character , pronouns of the main character She/her , description of murder , murder , height difference , difference in strength , Yandere behavior , age difference , yandere is a assassin .

6053 words

December. City "X"

You are an ordinary girl working in a coffee shop. You have (your hair color) hair. (Your eye color) eyes that go pretty well with (your skin color). You have an ordinary relationship with your comrades, an average salary, and just an ordinary gray life. This winter morning, you got up as usual, did all the morning procedures (washed, brushed your teeth, took a shower, got dressed, ate and went to work) That day, you were calmly serving customers when you suddenly heard a noise in the room... You looked ahead and saw this picture - Some man was yelling at a black-haired girl with a blindfold! God!! And this girl ... I pushed this man at you, you fell to the floor with him in shock. You couldn't get up because of his weight, but some BIG, muscular woman easily grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, AND THEN, MOVING AWAY FROM THE SHOCKED YOU, GRABBED THIS "BLIND" GIRL BY THE SCRUFF OF THE NECK AND THREW HER OUT OF THE ROOM!!!! Because of this, all the visitors stared at it, but then continued to go about their business. And then this woman came up to you...

♡✧( ु•⌄• )

It was a woman who looked over 30 years old...She had tanned skin and short black hair ... RED eyes , very much .. To put it mildly, a man's build, and tall, her black hair was combed back. She was wearing a tight black T-shirt with a collar , strict wide trousers , and a leather belt ... Black berets. She took you like a kitten and gently put you on the floor, came out from behind the counter taking out her purse.

- ??? : Good evening to you, miss . Sorry to bother you, this is my.. "friend" raging. I'll have some black tea, please.

She handed you an amount that was 5 TIMES MORE THAN THE AMOUNT OF THIS TEA!!

- You : uh... but... There's a lot more money than you need..

This strange woman just grins, and holding out her palm puts money in your much smaller palm... Her palms are so calloused and warm. And then she grins, takes a table and waits patiently for her tea... You finally made her tea, and brought it to her.

- ??? : Thank you very much. Have a nice evening, miss.

You give a little nod of thanks, still shocked by such a big tip, and go back to work...

♡✧( ु•⌄• )

You finished your day at work , and went home, and on the way bought some sweets for yourself with part of the tip , and watched your favorite TV shows all night , because you have a day off tomorrow >3<

♡✧( ु•⌄• )

When you returned to work again , and you were already working off your next day, this frightening woman came to you again !! She came up to your counter, with a slight smile on her face.

- ??? : Good evening to you again, miss. I'll have black tea.

And she hands you the money.. The same amount again, and you awkwardly take her money (because of this, her adult face became slightly more joyful) and make her tea... And then, like last time , you take her her order , and she gently says goodbye to you ...and so every day, and every time you felt that she was looking at you, and as if she was devouring you with her eyes. But her generous tips make you not reject her... Perhaps it's just a rich adult woman who works late and who likes black tea..like "🔥Mommy🔥" teheheh..

♡✧( ु•⌄• )

You finished your next shift, and you were walking to the bus stop to get on the bus and go home. And you started walking past another alley from which... The man who fell on you ran out.. WITH A KNIFE IN HIS HANDS !!! You tried to scream, but there was a loud "BOOM!" and he fell to the ground with a hole in his head.... And this mysterious woman came out of the shadows..

- ??? : my dear, you'd better not scream, I've been ordered to kill this man... And yes, if you say that to someone...

She moved closer to you, and lightly patted your cheek.

??? : then you will never talk to anyone else except me~

You ran away in fear , and she stared after you for a long time , and then looked at her hand, with which she stroked your face and licked it. Clearly dreaming of doing it with your soft skin ...

♡✧( ु•⌄• )

You started walking around with pepper spray in your pocket. Just in case. And this "assassin" has become a regular at your coffee shop... And your colleagues pay CLOSE attention and interest to her, but she is only interested in you, black tea and .. By you. One day, she didn't leave when you gave her the tea, but waited until all the customers had left, and then called you to her.

- ??? : Will you sit down? I'd like to chat with you...

You sat down uncertainly, and you started talking... During the conversation, you found out that her name is Gaetana Gatti. She's from a village in Rome, she's 35 years old, she's a former MMA fighter and... yes. She's a contract killer. You chatted for another hour and a half, and then she left. And you closed the coffee shop and went home...

♡✧( ु•⌄• )

A private investigator posted your photos in front of Gaetana. On them, you just threw out the trash, cooked, worked and changed clothes... New pictures to the collection.

- Private investigator: Well ....? How do you like the pictures..?

- Gaetana : excellent . Very much so. But you don't deserve to see and photograph my angel like this.

And a couple of seconds later, this private investigator was already lying on the floor, his brains were on the wall, and he had a hole in his head..And Gaetana cleaned the gun of her fingerprints, and put it in the hand of this pathetic "man".

♡✧( ु•⌄• )

Soon, you began to feel that you were being watched day after day, even many of your things were out of place!! That's why you quit your job. Which Gaetana didn't like very much. You started looking for a new apartment, and after selling your old one, you moved there.... But after a couple of days, your "free" days when you could safely go wherever you wanted, or just go outside stopped....

♡✧( ु•⌄• )

One noisy night, you woke up to hear someone's footsteps in the living room... And a familiar voice.... It was Gaetana.

- Gaetana : my soul.... Where are you? Why did you leave me...

you climbed into the closet and held your breath. Tears of fear were rolling down your face and you were trembling all over with fear. And soon you heard fading footsteps...

BUT SUDDENLY !!!

The closet door swung open, and Gaetana loomed over you....

- Gaetana : found you~

[that-one-random-writer]

Chasing you Chapter 1 {Complete}

Summary: Jake retires from the military honorably. He steps into a new roll, ready to settle down in his hometown of Texas. He is placed on your shift. Your current relationship is stable until the dust settles, revealing cracks in the foundation.

Warnings: Cursing, violence, police experiences based on truth, accurate on most accounts of law enforcement, it might get gory at times. Be aware of blood, drugs, and all things law enforcement. Smut eventually. A/N may have my true experience attached if you're interested. All real names redacted. Y/n used once.

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Whispers went around the department. There was a new guy starting today. The women in the office were saying he was fine as hell, and the men were saying he was just a pretty boy who thought he could handle this.

You sat back in your seat. You texted James, your boyfriend. 'Can you get milk and eggs on your way home? We're out.' James agreed with a thumbs up emoji.

You had just started your shift. It was opposite to your boyfriends now. You were on the night shift, twelve hours of complete bullshit. The dark night hid some of the worst people. The FNG, fucking new guy, didn't know what he was getting himself into.

On queue, the FNG walked into the squad room. He sat in the squad room next to Grant, the corporal that had been there for a while now. Everyone quieted down, looking at the new guy. "What's up, man? How'd you like that OC spray?" Grant had been the first to speak up. He volunteered some at the law enforcement academy, and he was supervising the pepper spray training to make sure no one got injured. You swore up and down, and the man just enjoyed them withering in pain.

"Man, fuck that shit. I took a shower that night, and it started back up." The gorgeous man chuckled. Clapping his hand to grants in a shake. He leaned back in his seat.

You remember the OC spray. You've used it a small handful of times. You opted for the taser more often. Electric currents were much less likely to blow back onto you. The spray had thirty seconds of calm, then the fire would set in burning your eyes, nose, mouth, throat, neck, anything it came in contact with would be in a constant state of hell burning through your soul. Water tended to reactivate it after it wore off. There was a twenty-four period of chance it would reactivate, dragging you through hell all over again. You'd rather have your toenails ripped off than ever go through that again.

All the men in the room laughed at the man's misfortune. "Yeah the sadistic fucks don't warn you about the water..." Rastley, a fellow officer, chimed in.

Everyone settled into their seats as the sergeant walked in. "Im sure everyone has noticed the new officer on duty." He paused, pulling out papers that were for the new payroll. He passed them around the room for everyone to fill out. "This is Seresin. Jacob is your first name, right, and your badge number?" Sergeant Valley looked up at Seresin. "Just Jake, sir. Number 267"

Sgt. Valley nodded and looked back around the room. "Jake Seresin 267." He wrote down the new information on a notebook page with his shifts names and numbers. "Everyone go around the room and introduced yourself"

"Norman Grant 298, I'm your corporal." Grant was an older man with dark chocolate skin. His hair had been shaved completely bald. He was in the army before settling back a few towns over from his hometown. His body was still in great shape for his age.

"Walt Rastley 245" He was a younger man. He was in his mid twenties. His hair was a bright blonde in a neat gel combed style. His body was in top physical performance.

You sat up slightly as the attention turned to you. "Y/F/N Monroe 251" You nodded at Seresin. His eyes met yours with a nod and a smile in your direction. His eyes were a gorgeous shade of green. They looked familiar. You were in a relationship, but that didn't mean you couldn't appreciate a nice-looking man for what he was, and he was definitely something worth looking at.

His attention turned to the next man to speak. "She's my 'Marilyn'." You rolled your eyes playfully at the next officers comment. Everyone chuckled at the statement.

"He tries to make everyone believe he's my Kennedy. Right, Mr. President?" You added jokingly, pressing your lips together in a mocking smile.

"Hey, a man can dream." He puts his hands up in defense, then relaxes back in his seat. "Liam Kennedy 232" Liam was a Kennedy looking man. His hair was also perfectly gelled but had a chocolate brown color.  Your relationship was platonic and playful, and you would call him one of your best friends on the shift. He turned his face back to you and wiggled his brows playfully at you.

The other officers on shift introduced themselves. Twelve officers in total were on the shift, including you. You were the only female on shift. That was normal. Every shift had one female, and because of short staffing, most couldn't afford to have more than that.

"Seresin, you will be riding with Mr. President Kennedy here." Sgt rolled out a big barrel laugh.

"That name doesn't sound as sweet coming off your lips, sarge." Kennedy matched the laugh. Leaning into the side of his chair.

"You will be riding with him for the next couple shifts. He will be your FTO for now. I will let you know when that changes. Everyone else, same positions as yesterday." Sgt valley walked around and placed his on Kennedy's shoulder, squeezing. This wasn't the military. Law enforcement was much more smooth and less formal. There was more under the wire talking. Kennedy knew what Sgt was telling him. He was saying without words. 'Give the new guy a warm welcome to hell'

"Yes, sir" Seresin nodded and grabbed his bag. Everyone else watched the clock tick.

"Eh, if we release early, then maybe they will pay it back, and we can get an early breakfast. Dismissed." The officers walked out to their cars five minutes earlier than normal. Settling in the seats of the patrol cas, starting up and testing the sirens, lights, and all the bells and whistles.

You sat down in your seat. You were parked next to Kennedy. Once you both finished testing, you looked over at Kennedy. "I'm going past Churchill Road." You were in the same zone as Kennedy.

You backed up and started driving to your post. Once you made it, you drove around the area. "251 to dispatch I'm 10-8." You heard chatters confirming and marking you as in service from dispatch, then the officer you took over from called back he was 10-7. Leaving his location and out of service in the area.

You drove around watching cars slow down when they saw you. It was funny to watch people get flustered without even seeing their body movements.

Your tag reader started signaling you to a car. You shifted behind the car and turned on your siren and lights. The car started speeding up. You groaned. "So it's gonna be that kind of night." You clicked your radio. "251 to all units. I'm 10-80 with a white accord. Be advised that he is heading east bound on Oak Thorn towards you 232. Dispatch can you run the plate number Charlie, Romeo, India, Victor, 347" You were currently chasing the accord as it sped through the highway.

Dispatch ran the plate through the system and found a frequent flyers name. "Dispatch to 251. It's under Jordan Barn." You groaned even louder. This isn't his first time by any means, and he tended to get aggressive. "232 can you 25. Requesting back up east bound of Oak Thorn." You called for assistance through the radio.

Kennedy watched your location and turned in your direction, hitting his radio. "Im en route to you, eta four minutes." Kennedy turned on his lights and rushed to your side of the zone. "Did you catch all that?" He asked his rookie passenger.

Seresin nodded. His heart started to pump a burst of adrenaline through his limbs. "Your Marilyn found trouble..." He started. Kennedy chuckled swiftly making turns and weaving through traffic. Seresin continues, "She's chasing a white accord east bound on Oak Thorn. The tag is registered to a Jordan Barn."

Kennedy was about a minute out from the chase. "You're gonna catch on quick. Watch out for Barn, he is a firecracker. Man's a drug dealer with an attitude problem."

"Noted." Seresin watched ahead seeing lights in the distance.

"I'm behind you 251." Kennedy called out over the radio to you.

You had been devising a plan while he took his four minutes to get to you. "251 to 298." You paused, waiting for Cpl Grant's go-ahead to be called over the radio. You then continued. "The accord isn't going to stop. It doesn't look like anyone else is in the vehicle. Requesting to do a pit maneuver."

Grant was on the other side of town pulling over a mini van that had a taillight out. He waited before exiting his vehicle, calling back over the radio. "If you have back up, then go ahead and run it. 245, go ahead and head over that way if you're not 10-6. They may need the backup." Grant exited his vehicle and walked to the window. "Did you know your light is out in the back, ma'am?"

Rastley called over the radio. "10-4 I'm en route 251. Eta eight minutes."

You started back your radio traffic. "10-4 298" you paused briefly, acknowledging Rastley. "232, you ready."

Kennedy confirmed over the radio. "10-4" Kennedy looked over to Seresin. "When we get out, you make sure you have your gun ready. If it's Jordan, he is normally armed he hasnt fired yet, but if he sees an opportunity, he's going to take it."

You grabbed the wheel of your car and accelerated pushing just past his back bumper. You nipped at it. His car spun around to a stop. You ripped your car around, pushing into the back tailgate, blocking his exit. Kennedy pulled into the front. Blocking his exit the other way. All three officers exited the patrol cars. "Get on the ground! Get on the ground!" Kennedy yelled out to the suspect. His gun was drawn.

Jordan Barn pulled his gun out and waved it around at the officers. "I ain't going back. You ain't taking me no damn where."

You held your ground with your gun drawn, not pulling any closer to him. "Jordan put the gun down."

Jordan spun his eyes around. "You ain't going to take me you stupid bitch." Jordan had his weapon pointed towards you but then dropped it by his side still holding it. He couldn't admit defeat but knew he was cornered.

That's it. Keep talking. Your mind racing with the adrenaline. Jordan had his back to Seresin and Kennedy. You kept your eyes on Jordan but could see them move in to disarm him. You had to keep his attention on you. "Jordan, I'm hurt by that. I thought you got clean."  Kennedy glanced into the truck not seeing anyone else in the car hiding.

Before Jordan could respond, he was disarmed and tackled by Seresin. Kennedy pulled out his cuffs, pinning them tightly behind his back. Kennedy started patting him down, checking for more weapons, but being careful of needles. The instant the gun was thrown from his hand, you ran to the tossed weapon and secured it.

"I got it." You placed the weapon on the hood of Kennedy's car. Seresin and Kennedy picked up the man and pushed him in the back of their car when they knew he was clear.

"We're going to take him to the jail, gotta show the rookie. First, you owe me one. Second, search the car, and if you find anything, call me. I'll add it to the charges." Kennedy walked to the driver's side door and got in. Seresin got in his side, and they took off after you picked the gun back up.

Rastley pulled up right as the pair took off. He stepped out if the vehicle. "Shows over?"

You nodded. "He had a gun. It's Jordan so you know somethings in here. You can help me search if you want."

Rastley nodded. "You know I love a search." You both opened the doors a stench filled your nose. "Damn something died in here." His nose scrunched up.

You sifted through the items both of you were careful about needles. "I got about ten needles over here. Nothings in them" You collected them in an evidence bag knowing there was remainders still in the bottom.

"Nothing over here." You pulled back the carpet and found a box. "I think I got it." You opened the box to find heroin. "Yup I got it. That's a trafficking charge. Jesus, go grab your scale."

A/N: Some radio traffic may not be 100 percent accurate. I worked in the jail, so we didn't use ETA(estimated time of arrival) or a lot of the 10 codes.

[bibiwrld]

The Sweet Babysitter🧁🎀| Miguel O’Hara

previous: –nine.

–ten.

KENEDI’S POV

Getting ready was a hassle, I already knew what I was wearing, but my hair, my God, how annoying it could be sometimes. I brushed it back once more, sleeking it down so it could be pulled into a large low puff. After bursting about 3 hair ties and what felt like an eternity, I succeeded in putting my hair into one.

My outfit was on, admiring myself while fixing my edges. I rarely wore fancy dresses, but Mommy always insisted on getting me them, because I don’t know when I’d be asked on a date. Before I even got ready, I was on the phone with Miguel. He had to visit his Mom, which meant he’d be running a bit late, so he told me to go by the house and wait on him as he got ready and we’d take his car to the restaurant.

Looking in the mirror once more to apply more clear gloss to my brown lip lined lips, I rubbed them together so the lip liner and gloss could mix into the beautiful cinnamon color. I put my things into my purse and texted Miguel while walking out my room.

Me

Leaving home now

My stomach fluttered after sending that text. This was my first date ever and it was with a sexy ass man. Walking towards my car, my phone went off. I knew it was Miguel.

I didn’t check my phone until I got into the car and started it.

Miguel <3

Just got out the shower. Drive safely <3

I imagined him standing in his room, a towel lazily hanging from his hip—oh God, I shouldn’t be thinking of things like this. Patting both of my cheeks lightly, I tried getting rid of my provocative thoughts and started my car.

🌸

“How’s it taste?” Miguel asked, removing the fork from my mouth. He gave me the last bite of his food, wanting both of us to enjoy each other’s meal.

I chewed slowly, savoring the taste of the salmon. “It’s very good, but not better than your cooking.”

That gained a low chuckle from him.

Our plates were now empty, but we weren’t ready to leave yet, so engrossed in our conversation. But I found it hard to keep up with Miguel.

Focus. Focus. Focus. I just can’t. I’m listening, but my eyes are focused on every inch of his perfectly crafted body.

I don’t know if it’s the mood of this restaurant, very gorgeous by the way, but he looked more handsome than ever.

His white button down, having a few buttons undone to showcase his hairy chest and gold cross chain— how can I be normal right now??

Then I looked up, his hair framed his face so nicely, it looked little a different, almost like he got a—

“Did you get a haircut?”

He stopped mid sentence and touched his hair, smiling shyly. “I did, you noticed.” He sounded so pleased. “Do you like it?”

“I do, y-you look very cute, Miguel.”

He smiled again. “Thank you. I wanted to compliment you the entire night, but I don’t even know what to say, you’re so out of this world, Kenedi.”

My back straightened up at his words. An uncontrollable smile crept up on my face, my teeth on full display for him.

“Dios mio..” I heard him mutter, with his eyes locked on me.

“Are you ready for the bill?” The waiter asked.

Miguel shifted his gaze to the waiter. “Uh.. yes.”

After he paid, which he didn’t hesitate to do, we walked out the restaurant hand in hand. Our conversation strung on even on our drive back to his house, but soon came to an end as we stood on his porch.

“I had a very amazing night with you, Miguel.” My voice came out softer than I wanted. I couldn’t even maintain eye contact with him, it was so intense.

The air felt thicker and hotter. Our bodies felt like they were getting closer.

“Thank you for allowing to me spend the night with you, I had lots of fun.” He took his hands out of his pockets. “We should do this again, yeah?”

Nodding quickly, I smiled. “We should.”

“Kenedi..” He breathed out, staring deeply into my eyes.

My heart quickened. “Yea—”

His phone blared in his pocket. He began mumbling under his breath, clearly pissed at whoever was calling, totally ruining the mood.

“I-I’m gonna get going, I’ve got work in the morning.” I said to him, excusing myself.

He looked up from his phone and clearly he didn’t like what I said. His lips formed a slight frown. “Oh..okay, just let me know when you’re home please?”

His phone rang again and he groaned.

“I will, good night.” I got into my car, heart racing as I started the engine and drove off.

Was he going to kiss me if his phone didn’t ring? What would’ve happened after that?

My thoughts continued until I made it home, even as I got undressed.

I should probably text him and let him know that I’m home, but my phone wasn’t the purse I used. It wasn’t even on my bed.

Maybe I left it at the restaurant? But I remember checking the time on my phone in my Miguel’s car.

I sighed, grabbing my keys and going back downstairs to my car.

Can’t believe I forgot my phone in his car.

For what like forever, I made it to his house. I stood outside his house, praying the spare key was under the flower pot, and thankfully it was. Quickly, I opened the door.

“Mi—”

“I’ve missed you.”

The woman’s voice sounded familiar.

“Lorelai..” I heard Miguel in the distance.

Lorelai. How is ex wife. Is that who called him?

I didn’t even notice her car in the driveway.

“Think about what Gabby would want, she’d want us back together, Migs. She misses us together.”

Footsteps began making their way closer to me, then a door opened.

“She said that? Gabby told you that?”

Instantly I panicked. What if they come down here? Should I hide?

“Yes Migs. Would I ever lie to you?”

I shouldn’t even be hearing this conversation right now. I feel sick, jealous, and maybe just a little bit betrayed.

I heard him sigh. “Lorelai, I need to go to bed right now, you should too.” His voice was now clearer.

“I still love you!” She shouted.

I stood there awkwardly, looking at the two.

They were now downstairs and didn’t even notice me standing there awkwardly until I stifled a cough.

The tension in the room was incredibly thick.

Miguel turned around in complete shock when he saw me, as if I wasn’t supposed to be there. “Kenedi.”

“Uh sorry for interrupting you guys, but I forgot my phone in your car.” I rubbed my shoulder awkwardly, ignoring the glares from Lorelai, who had one of Gabby’s plushies in her hand.

“Lorelai, please leave.”

Lorelai strutted out the house, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Kenedi—”

“My phone, Miguel.” I wasn’t in the mood to hear any type of explanation. I just wanted to go home and lay in my bed and cry a little bit.

He looked so hurt when I cut him off. “Right.”

I followed behind him and he unlocked the car. Lorelai was gone by then. I searched for my phone and found it underneath the passenger seat.

“Thanks.” I said quickly to Miguel and scurried away to my car before he could say anything.

I could see his silhouette standing on his porch, just watching me drive away.

🎀

next: –eleven.

[my-own-walker]

Someone You've Never Seen Before

A Kyle Spencer Fan Fiction

frat!kyle AU, fem!main character, sexual themes, mature language, use of drugs and alcohol, frat boy antics

11.

note: italicized text is a flashback

Our night ended with Kyle dropping me off outside the apartment, punctuated with a small kiss. A goodbye kiss. On each other's lips. At that moment, I didn't care where we stood, or what we were. I just accepted the small act of intimacy and went on my way. I was dizzy, blindsided by the onslaught of emotion. 

I had to see him the next day in class, or at least, that's the way Hannah of the recent past would have viewed it. It was more like, I got to see him the next day. I had the privilege and pleasure of seeing him so soon after everything went down. The forced proximity sent me into a frenzy.

I took extra care in choosing my outfit, putting on makeup, and making sure my hair was brushed for once. I looked so presentable, in fact, that I got the third degree from Lily as I was on my way out.

"You look...nice," she remarked from her seat on the sofa, hesitancy in her voice. She sat criss-cross-applesauce with a bowl of cereal in her hand. Her pretty blonde hair was thrown up into the messiest of buns, mascara smudged down her face.

"You're skipping class again," I shot back, trying to rush out the door, mimicking her tone.

"Hey, hey, no need for all of that," she called out. I stopped and spun around to face her. "I just mean, like, why?"

"I happen to think I look nice every day," I snarked. "And does there have to be a reason for it?"

"Well, I dunno, Han," Lily shrugged, putting a spoonful of Cheerios in her mouth. "I mean, you disappeared for hours yesterday, I barely got to talk to you when you came home, but you seemed happy, and now you have a sick-ass outfit on."

I stepped closer to her and rested my weight on one foot, popping my hip and crossing my arms over my chest. "None of that correlates."

"Defensive, defensive, Hannah," she tutted. "I'm just a best friend taking an interest."

"Okay, I'll take an interest, too," I returned. "Where were you last night, Lily Davies?"

She put her bowl of cereal down in her lap and covered her face with her hands. "A whore never reveals her secrets," she murmured, muffled by her palms over her mouth.

"Well, I love you," I laughed, changing the subject, "but I must go if I want to make it to class on time."

Lily lifted her face and smiled at me. "Bye, Han," she replied. "I love you most."

The lecture hall was empty when I arrived, just the way I liked it. I took my usual seat and pulled out my materials, sitting in wait for Kyle's arrival. I looked at some things on my phone to pass the time and I tried really hard not to stare at the door each time it squeaked open. 

Professor Edwards arrived and began leafing through his papers, preparing to hand back Friday's quizzes. The hall began to fill up pretty decently. I shifted anxiously in my seat.

Finally, I felt the air next to me change in the way it does when someone takes up the space next to you. I inhaled deeply and took in the unmistakable scent of Kyle. 

"Hey," he breathed, putting a hand on my arm. I breathed out and looked up, meeting his eyes. He smiled softly at me and laughed. "I'm always late, I know."

"I never noticed," I giggled, sarcastically.

He reached for my hand and laced his fingers between mine, squeezing for a moment before releasing it to grab his things out of his backpack.

+

Water came as a welcome bounty, spilling onto my skin from the shower head. The warmth spread over me like a welcome hug. I felt my life wrap gently around me as well, the sweet joys of new endeavors and passions. A small hum rose from the depths of my throat. 

It had been two weeks since our date, or, well, it had been a little long. It was September 27 when I stood in the shower, reflecting on him and me, whatever we had going on. 

For more than fourteen straight days, Kyle and I found reasons to see each other. Every single day. As far as Lily and Archie and every other person in our lives were concerned, we were getting a hell of a lot done on our "math project." We worked on it, sure. So much so that we were practically done, but no one needed to know that.

Most of our time spent together, though, was spent stealing glances, making each other laugh, learning about each others' interests, and curating the perfect joint playlist. We met in the library, at coffee shops, and on park benches between classes. I spent time on Thursday nights at his, like usual, but then, also, Tuesday nights.

Those nights got later, as in, I would stumble home in the early hours of the morning. 

"Stay the night, please," Kyle pleaded, tone seeping with worry. We both lounged on his sofa, Kyle sitting upright against the side of the sofa, legs outstretched across its length, and I in between his legs, head resting back against his chest. His arms rested lazily around my form. I could feel his voice rumble through his chest as he spoke.

"Are you coming onto me?" I snarked, turning my head to make eye contact.

"What? I-" he stammered, blush rising to his cheeks.

"You know I'm kidding, Kyle," I assured.

"I just mean like," he stuttered, "like, it's really late. I don't want you walking back this late." As he spoke, he wrapped his arms tighter around me.

I relaxed into him and rested the back of my head against his shoulder. "I know. I gotta get home, though," I contended. "My wife will worry."

"Lily can last one night without you," he laughed. "You can sleep on the couch. I just want you safe."

"I will be safe, Kyle," I muttered. I couldn't tell him the truth behind my rush. The truth being that Lily had no idea about the two of us, and she had been blowing up my phone for the last hour, begging me to come home to talk about her boy problems. Studying shouldn't take this long. was the last text she sent. She was right. And that's because we weren't studying. We were making out.

"Can you at least kiss me again before you leave?" he bargained. 

Without a word, I turned my body and laid a long, passionate kiss on him, before standing to gather my things.

I thought about him constantly, and I wanted to be near him always. When we weren't together, we were texting. Lily definitely knew I had something going on, but my pride refused to let her know the details. She didn't press me on it.

This shower had a purpose. The warm water washed over me, preparing me for my first Friday night out since becoming a "thing" with Kyle. Tri-Delta was hosting and I knew Kyle would be there. He knew I would be there. It was agreed upon by both of us that we would play it cool and not make anything obvious.

I got dress in a white tee, a black skirt, and a pair of beat up converse. I did my makeup and my hair and threw on a jean jacket just before walking out the door with Lily. 

The party was insane, as most were. It was packed from wall to wall with bodies and smelled of liquor. Lily grabbed my hand and dragged me through the crowd, searching for her sorority sisters. 

As we weaved around bodies, I took in who was around us. My gaze landed on Archie and Kyle, standing huddled together against the wall. Archie looked up and locked eyes with me, a strange look on his face. Lily tugged me forward and I continued through toward the Tri-Delta house's kitchen.

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Leona and Dee drabble bc im sore from workouts and felt like writtin this

4 years after Dees graduation from NRC (i dont feel like doing any other world building other than that lol):

The first thing Leona heard waking up from his nap was the sound of keys outside the door. Normally the sound of the door opening would follow, but as usual it took Dee a solid half a minute to actually figure out which way to turn the key to unlock the door. Leona didn't understand why he insisted on locking the door every time he left, but it was funny to hear the same grumbles of annoyance every time Dee came back from wherever he went.

Their shared apartment wasn't that large, neither of them were actually fond of too big a living space, so Leona only had to shift himself slightly on the couch to be able to see Dee closing the door behind him.

"Ughhh." Leona watched as Dee kicked off his shoes and threw his phone and keys onto the table. His face was more red than normal and his hair had curled up around his face from sweat.

"Everything hurts." Dee face-planted into the chair to the side of the couch, his legs dragging onto the floor.

"What happened to you?" Leona laughed to himself as Dee turned his face to look at him with fake misery.

"You know how I said I should start working out?" Dee let out another fake whine as he turned his face back into the cushion, too lazy to finish his sentence.

"Well at least I won't have to hear you complaining about not being strong anymore."

"Yeah but you'll have to deal with me complaining about endless pain."

"The soreness will go away if you keep with it. Go ice, it'll help."

Dee pulled himself up enough to sit in the chair properly only to throw his head back to complain more "But I don't wanna ice! It takes so long and I gotta position myself uncomfortable to make the bag stay."

"Well at least go shower. You smell like shit."

"Thats the smell of muscle baby~" Dee groaned as he lifted himself up and trudged his way through the apartment. Leona also pulled himself off the couch and toward the fridge in the kitchen area. Dee was going to be starving in about ten minutes and a combination of not wanting to hear more complaining and kinda feeling nice today made Leona decide to make lunch for the two of them.

"Leftovers? Really?" Dee stared at the reheated remnants of the previous nights dinner. The dinner he made.

"You should be happy I even made you anything."

"Oh I am so blessed, you stuck a plate in the microwave for fifteen seconds for me." Despite his sarcasm, Leona watched Dee sit down and start shoveling food in his mouth the second he was done talking.

"It actually took thirty seconds."

"Oh now thats effort." Leona laughed as Dee struggled to talk with a mouth full of food.

"Food first. Then talk." Leona sat down across from Dee and also started to eat. Admittedly almost as fast and messy as his partner, but at least he had the decency to not talk with food in his mouth.

"Don tell me wah ta do." Leona looked up at Dee with a disgusted look, which only made Dee snicker at him. To Leona that stupid grin was recognizable in almost every situation. Food related or not.

Dee dumped his plate in the sink to wash later before walking over to the couch and laying down right where Leona had been earlier.

"Hey- no that's my spot." Leona set his plate in the sink as well and also made his way to the couch.

"Move your feet, lose your seat." Dee smiled that stupid grin again, before turning away from Leona.

"Oh, we'll see about that." Before Dee could protest Leona had grabbed him around the stomach and pushed him off the couch, reclaiming his spot with confidence.

"Hey! You tryna put me in more pain?!" Dee's face shot up from the ground into view, but the rest of him stayed sitting on the ground.

"Suffer." Leona yawned before shifting himself on the couch, planning to resume his nap from before Dee got home.

"Rude."

"hmm."

Suddenly Leona felt a weight on his torso and looked down to see Dee shoving his way into the space between Leona and the back of the couch.

"Seriously?"

"We share rent, we can share the couch."

"I pay more of the rent than you do."

"I still pay some of it." There it was. Stupid grin again.

"...Fine." Dee snickered as Leona readjusted himself so the two of them could lay comfortably on the couch. Though if he knew this was gonna happen he woulda just moved his nap to the bed.

[tomtenadia]

Take away my pain

Anonymous asked:

Rowan taking care of Aelin on her cycle

Yes, I am on a roll... I blame the days off. Anyway, despite the title which is taken from a song by Dream Theatre, this fic I sure fluff. Also, I think every woman deserves a Rowan... really.

I hope you’ll love it.

PS: those heat belt really exist and are amazing btw... 

@rowaelinprompts

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TAKE AWAY MY PAIN

It was eleven in the morning when Rowan’s night shift in the A&E finally finished. He closed his locker with a sigh of relief and waltzed out of the changing room with a spring in his step and a grin. He was looking forward to go home and crash in bed. Their bed. He and Aelin, his wife had finally moved in a new house and were still adjusting to the new place which was feeling like home with each passing day. Finding the perfect house had taken a while but the wait had been worth it. Thy had managed to snatch the house of their dreams out in the outskirts and away from the hustle and bustle of the big city. It was a lovely neighbourhood and the house had a garden too and was perfect for when they were going to have kids. They could be outside and enjoy the fresh air. Quickly he got to his car and started his drive home ready to collapse on the bed and sleep until Aelin was back.

The drive took a good twenty minutes. Outside the house Aelin’s car was parked up but he was not worried. He knew that sometimes Aelin enjoyed taking the metro into the centre just to avoid the crazy traffic. The good thing of the hospital being away from the centre was a blessing. Orynth’s traffic could get quite crazy during rush hours.

Rowan grabbed his backpack and got inside. He stopped when he noticed Aelin’s shoes and her jacket. He abandoned his stuff on the floor, toed off the shoes and entered the living room.

“Ae? Are you at home?” He walked around the house, until he decided to go upstairs and found his wife in bed.

“Hey…” he moved to her and sat on the bed at her side “hey you…” his hand brushing her head very gently.

She looked up at him “Ro.”

“I am here. What’s wrong, are you ill?”

Aelin shook her head “just my period.”

All of a sudden everything was clear. Aelin always suffered during her cycle. Some months were better than others but the really bad ones made it impossible for her to get out of bed.

“How bad?”

“I was sick, this morning.”

He kissed her head “what if we take a warm bath? It usually helps.”

She nodded weakly and Rowan jumped into action getting the bathtub ready for both. When they got the house they had splurged and got a nice larger and comfortable tub. They also had a shower for the morning, but the tub had been a guilty pleasure they had both agreed on.

 He dumped a few of her favourite salts and went back in the bedroom.

“It’s almost ready.”

Aelin curled on her herself once more and Rowan worried. As a doctor he had pushed her to get checked but she was fine, she just suffered badly, something he knew was part of the package.

“Come,” he lifted her in his arms and went back in the bathroom.

Aelin undressed and he did the same. Once the clothes were on the floor he climbed in the tub and offered a hand to Aelin who then sat in-between his legs.

“Lean against me.”

Aelin did just that and Rowan pulled her long hair aside while his arms went on her back and started massaging it gently. He knew that Aelin would suffer from really bad back pain and he had searched all possible remedies. He had also bought her a belt that would heat up and would cover back and stomach. Aelin had loved the present and wearing it at night had helped to sleep a bit more. “Better?”

“Yes,” she added quietly. “Did you came home early from work?”

“Yes, Lys is covering.”

Aelin and Lysandra had created from scratch and editorial house. They had started small but with time they had started to attract authors and slowly had managed to publish some successful books. They were an indie company and that was a fierce world but the two of them had managed to make a name for themselves.

“Good, I can have you all to myself for longer than planned.”

Aelin lifted her hand and caressed his face “how was the shift?”

The breath that left him was long and ragged.

“That bad?”

“A care pile up in the middle of the night. Some people should not be allowed to drive in the snow.”

She snuggled against him and allowed her husband to wash her hair.

Soon Rowan started to protest that the water was getting cold so he pushed her outside. He grabbed a towel and walked outside to giver privacy to get herself ready. Not because he was disgusted by the act, as a doctor he had an idea of how a woman would use certain products. He just believed that she could do with a bit of personal space. 

In the meantime he changed in comfortable clothes and went to get Aelin’s stuff. 

“Do you think you will manage soup?” He said while walking back to the bathroom where she was drying her hair.

“Yes, can I have carrot and coriander?”

Rowan moved closer and kissed her “Good, dry up and go to bed. Your belt is out and ready and there are painkillers too.”

“You spoil me.”

His arms slithered around her “it comes in the job description of husband.” A flick of her nose and he left. 

Aelin smiled. She had been so lucky with him. Her ex Chaol would disappear for the entire time she had her period as if she was afflicted by a contagious disease and had almost lost it when once she had forgotten feminine products in his bathroom. Rowan was never bothered and claimed that it was natural, maybe his medical training helped. He would do all he could to look after her when she was not well, cook for her and was even patient enough when she was in full PMS and her hormones made her cranky. He would also shop for her supplies when he went grocery shopping.  The first time he did he admitted he knew it was getting closer to the time and she ran out.

He was perfect.

In silence she padded to the bed and saw it was all ready for her while in the distance she could hear the sounds of her husband tinkering in the kitchen. She felt bad. Rowan had just come off shift and was tired too but he had ignored it and looked after her.

It was over an hour later when he brought a tray with two steaming cups of the wonderful soup “M’lady your lunch is ready. The bread is from yesterday, but if you dunk it in the soup it will be fine.”

Aelin grabbed his hand and pulled him closer for a kiss “you are an amazing man.”

He sat at her side “Eat, it will get cold,” he kissed her nose “I love you too, menace.”

Aelin sat up at his side, the blanket tucked nicely around her and her body close to his. 

They spent the rest of the day in bed and in her husband’s arms the pain was all of a sudden more bearable.

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Bound by Fate pt 6 version 2

Summary - When Kaylee Archeron meets Azriel, her world turns upside down. Between balancing her trauma, new powers, a mating bond, and war looming over her new home, Kaylee learns everything is not as little as it once seemed.

Warnings - miscommunication trope, sexual tension, Eris being the queen of pettytown, smut (MDNI), oral (f recving), fingering,

A/N - a little spicy fill-in chapter to bring our little Kaylee back home to Az featuring the queen of pettytown Eris. If you would like to read the shorter smutless version, click here 💙

Series Masterlist

Lucien and Kaylee sat around the fire. She had hardly spoken since they left the House of Wind a week ago. She had been focusing all her energy and effort on tracking the Mortal queen, and she had been so close today. They had almost linked until the sun fell, then Kaylee felt nothing coming from the Queen's end.

She did feel Azriel all day today, though. Love was constantly showering Kaylee's bones. She had been trying to ignore it, but as a shadow curled into her hand, dancing between her fingers, then ran up her arm, she broke. 

Lucien turned to her instantly, pulling her close as she cried. “It's okay,” he rocked her, running a hand up and down her back. “Just breathe, Kaylee.”

She couldn't, though. Panic began to flood her. Lucien rocked her, whispering comfort to her as he reached into her bag. He pulled out a small stuffed bat, one that He could scent Azriel on, and placed it in her arms. “Just breathe,” he repeated. “Breathe.” 

At that soft command, Kaylee felt her mind pause, shifting to focus on Lucien's command instead of her panic. She took a deep breath, eyes locked on his as he silently coached her through her panic. “That's my girl,” Lucien wiped a few spare tears from your face. “Keep going, Kaylee.”

Kaylee clung to Lucien that night, holding him close as she slept as if he was her lifeline. Lucien couldn't bring himself to understand Azriel. No matter how hard he thought about it, he could not understand. Had Kaylee been his mate, had those tables been flipped, he wouldn't have picked someone else over her. Just like he wouldn't pick someone else over Elain. 

He didn't stay up long enough to further question it, though. They had to get on the road early. Kaylee thought the queen was close, and Lucien needed to focus on this. He needed to prove Elain right.

Kaylee groaned as bright light hit her face and rolled into the warm chest. She felt a pull in her powers causing her to shoot up and hit a sleeping Lucien. “Lu, she's here.” 

The male groaned, arm going around Kaylee's waist. “Who?” His voice was laced heavily with sleep, eyes not even opening. 

“The firebird?” 

Lucien shot up next to Kaylee, eyes locked on the cursed mortal queen. “Can you feel her?”

Her only response was a nod. “Her name is Vassa. She wants to know what we want.”

Lucien looked between the two. “I trust you,” he looked at Kaylee. The simple statement struck, her eyes lighting up as she smiled. “Tell her everything.”

Night fall came quickly. The three of them spent the day talking and moving back towards the wall, with Lucien stopping every so often to grab some form of flora he had Kaylee staying away from. 

When she transformed back, silence fell between the three. There, naked as the day she was born, a mortal queen stood with her red hair moving gently in the breeze. Kaylee went into her bag, grabbing the clothing they had packed just in case Elain's vision had been correct and handed it to her. 

“Thank you,” she nodded to Kaylee, moving to go change into the soft tunic and leggings before rejoining them at the fire. “It is nice to speak to peo-” she shut her eyes and sighed. “It's nice to speak with… friends again.” 

Lucien spoke first, poking the fire slightly. “I can not imagine how lonely you are, my lady.” 

Vassa hummed. “You get used to loneliness. She is the first contact I have had in a long while. Most Humans and fae sleep when I'm human again."

“Do not get used to her being around,” Kaylee's head snapped to Lucien. “Her high lord has demanded her back for the meeting he is having. I will be transporting her to Autumn, and my brother will be taking her to the Night Court from there.”

“Lu-”

“He ordered it, hun. I'm sorry.” Lucien handed Vassa a plate of food. “It will be you and I, if you agree to take my company.” 

Kaylee stood, walking away from the fire and wrapping her arms around herself. She stopped at a lake, watching as a few fish swam by and took a seat. She thought she had more time to process. To get away. She felt a tug at the bond and gently answered, letting him know she was alive but still hurting. A wave of regret and of self hatred came down causing Kaylee to flinch. 

She was angry.

But Gods did she love him. She stroked the bond back, sending him her love and mixed emotions, and prayed he got the message. "Just give me time," she whispered.

Lucien and Vassa left Kaylee the next morning in a cabin. Kaylee shivered in dark, curling into herself as she waited for this brother to arrive.

To her annoyance, he was late. She took the blanket sitting behind her and wrapped it around herself with a sigh. 

“Such a sorrowful noise for one who is supposedly such a happy female,” the tone was mocking and bored. “You three were early.”

“Or you're late,” she shot back, wrapping further into herself. 

“No, little Kaylee,” the cabin came alive, flames starting in the fireplace, lanterns glowing brightly, and music playing. “You three were early.” She felt the male place a hand on the part of the blanket she had turned into a hood and pulled it down. “A tiny more attractive version of your sister, I see.” 

And this male? 

A stunning pale skinned red head. Freckles lining his nose like a constellation of stars. Burning bright eyes sparkling with danger that had Kaylee curling her toes. “You must be hungry,” he said. “I brought food. Come. Eat.”

“Papa told me to never take food from strange men.” 

He leaned down to her, face inches away. “Then it's a good thing I am a male, isn't it?” Kaylee made a face as he sniffed her and smirked. “Eat. Don't eat. Makes no difference to me, little one.” 

Kaylee stood following him after he walked away. “I don't even know your name.”

“Eris,” the male said, pulling her chair out. “Heir and general of the Autumn Court. The more important question is this,” the male pulled out a chair, turning it so he could straddle it and leaned in close to Kaylee. “Who are you?”

“Just Kaylee.” 

He scoffed slightly. “The shadowsinger is offering me a pretty deal to ensure you are returned in one piece,” his hand trailed her chin forcing her to look at him. “Just Kaylee. I can see why too. Such a beautiful thing left to the safety of little Lucien? I wouldn't have allowed you to even leave my bed.” 

Kaylee immediately noted how close they were. “I do not believe I will ever be in your bed, Eris.”

The heir smiled, face still near hers. “We shall see about that. I have until nightfall to change your mind.” He pulled away, fingers lingering in her hair as he did. “Eat, just Kaylee.”

Eris finally had Kaylee relaxed enough that the cabin didn’t carry a heavy scent of fear mixed with slight arousal. Bringing her four of his hounds had caused her guard to go down, and now the female sat pretty in his lap, sleeping soundly. His intention in trying to bed her was far from pure, but this would work. She would return to Azriel bathed in his scent from the close contact, and maybe then the male would realize how Lucien felt. 

His hands had run through her hair countless times, ensuring each strand held his scent. The blankets she was using were his, marking her body in his scent. The dress he was going to change her into hung in his closet. 

Was it as effective as fucking her senseless? No. Would it be enough to piss off the clearly tense shadowsinger? Eris smirked to himself, most definitely.

He kissed her shoulder gently, “Kaylee, we need to get you changed and ready to go to the Night Court.” She cuddled in tighter, squeezing her eyes shut and enjoying his warmth. “You've already overslept, little one, you won't have time to bathe.”

She shook her head, “Do not care.”

Eris stood, lifting Kaylee with him and carrying her to his room. “Well, I need to get ready, at least,” he laid her in his bed, covering her with the blanket, and went to the bathroom.  Kaylee sat up a few moments later and felt Her eyes go wide before looking down. Eris stood near the bathroom doorway shirtless, broad muscles on display as she finished changing into finely tailored trousers. 

“Stupid fae males and their attractiveness,” Kaylee grumbled softly and laid back into the bed. She had turned her back to the doorway, squeezing her eyes shut, and cuddled into the blanket that smelled like warm cinnamon and fire. 

 She felt the bed dip behind her and herself get pulled into a warm body. “Is my shirtlessness bothering you, just Kaylee?”

Kaylee refused to let him tease her anymore and rolled over so they were chest to chest, her face near his. “I am perfectly fine. Thank you for asking.”

He chuckled softly. “You do not lie well,” Eris ran the back of a finger down Kaylee's face, smirking as her eyes fluttered shut. “You are such a beautiful little thing.”

Her arousal flooded his nose. Her eyes went wide as he rolled them, so he was on top of her. "Say the word, and I'll stop." Her hand began to roam his chest, feeling every muscle laying bare to her as she admired him.

Eris took the sign, pulling Kaylee to him and kissing her tentatively. She met his efforts eagerly, hands continuing to explore his chest, arms, and back.

Eris pulled her up, putting her into his lap and pulling apart long enough to get her tunic off. "Needs to come off anyways," he moved to kiss her neck, hands threading into her blonde hair. "Gonna be late. If we're doing this it has to be fast."

Kaylee nodded. Pulling him back down to her in desperation to feel something, anything, other than the hurt and anger that was sitting deep in her chest.

She knew it was wrong as he laid her back down, pulling her legging and underwear down before removing his own clothing.

She knew she would regret every kiss down her body later.

But as a strong forearm came over her hips and a testing lick came, all those thoughts went away. For being so concerned over them being late, Eris took his time eating her out as if she was an expensive dinner instead of his last.

Every lick had Kaylee losing herself more and more, moaning and gripping his hair like a lifeline. Eris began to suck her clit, pressing down on it gently occasionally with his tongue. He hummed as she wiggled beneath him. "Please," she whispered breathlessly, "Eris, please."

His hand roamed up her thigh, knowing exactly what she was begging for. A finger trailed her core, gathering wetness before pushing in.

Kaylee's grip on Eris's hair tightened as she moaned and tried to arch her back. His fingers found what they were looking for immediately, as if this was a practice tried and true ritual for him, and with the skill he was showing her with his mouth and fingers, she quickly figured it was.

Eris continued sucking and licking, his fingers working in time with each gentle movement of his tongue on her bundle if nerves. Kaylee was quickly falling apart. Her stomach began to feel tight, her moans getting louder and louder.

Eris smiled as she tightened around his fingers and pulled away. "Cum for me, Kaylee. Be a good girl and cum for me." His deep voice was her undoing. Kaylee came screaming his name, stars in her vision as he continued his assault and worked her through her high. Once she came down, Eris removed himself from her, putting her fingers to her mouth and watching her clean them from hooded lust filled eyes.

"If we had more time, sweet Kaylee, I'd ruin you." Eris kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue into her mouth and allowing her to further taste herself. He stood again and motioned towards the burgundy dress hanging up. “You need to get ready. We've wasted a lot of time playing this back and forth game, dearest. We are pushing being late."

Kaylee took a few moments to recover before she went towards the dress. It was a soft silky fabric threaded with hints of gold and gems. It was fit for a queen, not some common female he had offered to bring home. “This is expensive. You didn't purchase this for me, did you?”

Eris shook his head. “It has been sitting unused in the Forest House for a while. I refuse to show up to a party with you looking less than divine. Therefore, I picked that dress. You look close in size to the female it was made for."

Hewn City terrified Kaylee. She could not help but to cling close to Eris despite Cassian having trained her in fairly basic Self defense. “A few more halls, Kaylee,” Eris held no arrogance in his voice. It had almost begun to border on comfort. 

These halls were too close to Hybern's cells. Dark smelling of moisture and earth. 

Kaylee felt a soft familiar purr and felt her shoulders fall slightly. 

Rhys was close, and he had his beast looking for signs of Kaylee. She also felt the bond tug as it began to come alive. 

Eris paused before entering a room. “Well, little one, this will be our last few moments alone.”

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Eris nodded. 

“It was self serving, but you are welcome.” She watched as a mask went up, an almost sad dead look coming over the heir’s eyes. He pushed the door open, walking in with her on his arm and a smirk.

Kaylee watched as Rhysand's face dropped, anger flaring in his eyes. She heard the growl from Azriel and Cassian. Eris turned to her, murmuring quietly in her ear, “And the game begins. Thank you for providing me with entertainment, just Kaylee."

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Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. - An IALS Alternative POV

When he woke up, he felt tired.

It’s been this way for the last month.

He did get his eight hours of sleep – sometimes even more. But it felt off. Everything felt off since the night shift.

But Max shouldn’t be complaining.

At least he got to go to sleep and wake up.

Even if it was the middle of the day now.

He still got to wake up.

Two people didn’t. Two people were dead. 

He shouldn’t be complaining.

Once he managed to get ready, he texted David that he was picking up the kids from the daycare.

David texted back a heart.

Max bit his lip tightly as he put the phone away. He took the subway and picked up the children.

They went to the park on the way home and ate cotton candy. Max carried Arthur it one arm while Lance tightly held onto the other as they walked home.

They decided to watch TV until David came home.

While Lance and Arthur fought for the remote, Max wondered what David would do when he came home.

Max knew what he wanted to do. But he also knew he didn’t deserve it.

Because when David came home, he wanted to kiss Max first thing.

But not everyone got to do that.

Not everyone could home and kiss their spouse.

Some people were buried six feet underground with their spouse.

“Bapak?” Max said when the call connected. “Can I come over tonight? For dinner?”

“You’re coming over?” It was dad who responded – because bapak answered his phone on speaker like a weirdo. “To eat? Here? Voluntarily?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t appreciate that tone, Alexander,” bapak tutted. “Of course you can come, Blueberry. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. I, uh, I just…I want the kids to see y’all,” Max said. “It’s been a while.”

“We would love that,” bapak cooed. “I’ll text Rafe and see if he can make it too.”

“Nice,” Max said. “We could do game night.”

He quickly got dressed and got the boys dressed too.

“Get dressed!” Max said when David came home. “We’re going to Brooklyn!”

While David took a shower and got ready to leave, Max went through the tote bag David had been carrying when he came home.

Flowers. Chocolates. Scented candles.

And condoms.

Max put it away.

He didn’t deserve this.

He didn’t deserve to feel good.

Not when he took that away from someone else.

His parents spent all of game night playing with the children. Max distracted himself by goading Rafael into throwing darts.

“How come I have better aim than you?” Rafael asked. “Aren’t you trained for this shit?”

“My specialty is hand-to-hand combat,” Max rolled his eyes. “Not firearms.”

“So, I do have better aim than you,” Rafael grinned. “Amor, I’m better than Max at shooting!”

“Not really a flex, Santiago,” Anjali muttered as she walked past them.

Max grinned. “God, I love her.”

Rafael smiled at his wife and turned to Max. “We’re trying.”

“Trying what?” Max asked.

Rafael rolled his eyes. “Trying to have a baby.”

“Oh,” Max said in surprise. “I thought you guys wanted to wait?”

“We did wait,” Rafael pointed out. “We’ve been married almost a decade now.”

“Right,” Max said. “Well, that’s great news.”

“Do you have any advice?” Rafael asked.

“On how to make a baby?”

“No, asshole!” Rafael smacked him on the back. “On, like, how to do this whole thing.”

“You’ll figure it out,” Max smiled. “You’re better than me at that too.”

Rafael smiled softly. “Okay.”

“And most of this shit is instinct,” Max shrugged. “It’s like…You just always know what to do, you know? It’ll make sense. You’ll see.”

Rafael looked fond for some reason. “Well, I can’t wait.”

Then he grabbed Anjali and disappeared into his old room.

“Are you trying right now?” Max yelled. “Gross!”

“What’s going on?” dad asked as he joined him in the kitchen.

“Nothing,” Max said quickly, not knowing whether Rafael had already told their parents. “What’s up?”

“How’s the night shift?” dad asked, and Max shrugged. “How long do you have to do this shit for?”

“Two more months,” Max replied.

“Right,” dad hummed. “Magnus wants me to ask if you can stay the night.”

“Why can’t he ask me himself?”

“He thinks you’ll say yes if I ask.”

“Well, he’s wrong.”

“Max,” dad said. “Stay.”

Max hesitated.

“You can stay in your room and the kids can stay in Rafe’s room-”

“I’m keeping my children away from that room for the considerable future,” Max mumbled.

“It’ll be fun,” dad said. “David can make us all breakfast.”

“Do not exploit my husband just because yours can’t cook,” Max wagged a finger.

“I dare you to say that a little louder,” dad grinned.

Max rolled his eyes fondly.

“We just miss you,” dad said gently. “Stay.”

Max felt the ache in his voice.

He’s been incredibly busy - thanks to the night shift - and barely saw his parents anymore. He knew they missed him a lot and just wanted to spend some together.

Max wanted that too.

But he didn’t deserve it though.

Because there was a boy, somewhere in Queens, who didn’t get to spend time with his parents.

And he will never get to do that again.

Because of Max.

“David has school tomorrow,” Max said. “Maybe another time?”

Dad exhaled. “Sure.”

The older man went back to the living room and played with the children. Max grabbed a bag of potato chips and started to stress eat.

David materialized out of nowhere, grabbed him by the arm, and dragged Max to his old bedroom.

He hadn’t been back here in a while.

His bedroom.

His trophy room more like.

Max didn’t know what he was thinking as a child to do this to his room. Why did he need all these reminders to convince himself that he was worth something?

Well. He knew why.

He knew the stress he carried inside his chest.

But what good had that ever done?

What was the point of all these fucking trophies?

What was the point of him?

His eyes fell on the portrait of David.

The boy he fell in love with the and the boy he let down a month ago.

“Hey,” David whispered and pulled him closer.

“Hey,” Max said.

What was the point? What was the fucking point?

“Missed you,” David and pressed a kiss to his jaw.

Max melted.

He had thought that David would be angry or repulsed or disappointed when Max and his team had fucked up a month ago and got two civilians killed.

But David had been none of those things. If anything, David loved him and cared for him even more now.

Max didn’t understand why.

He didn’t deserve it.

David certainly didn’t deserve the bullshit Max said as he pulled away and said they should leave. David didn’t deserve the bullshit Max pulled when he pretended to be asleep when David came looking for him later that night.

David started to act a little weird since that night.

Max wasn’t surprised at all.

Of course David was being weird.

David had probably come to realize that Max wasn’t the big deal he made himself be. David would probably soon realize he could soon do much better.

What? No. Shut up!

He tried not to think about it all.

He tried to focus on his work. He tried to be a good cop.

He tried not to fuck up again.

During the second month of the night shifts, when he came home after a particularly rough shift, he ended up in the apartment later than usual.

The kitchen was empty, and the house was quiet. David, Max assumed, was still asleep.

It was late.

He should be up and getting the kids ready. Max wondered if David was tired or sick or if Max should just get the kids ready himself.

He walked into the bedroom as he took off his badge and gun. “Babe? Are you still-”

David was definitely still asleep.

He was asleep without a shirt on.

David wasn’t particularly fond of being naked.

While Max slept in his boxers, because why would you wear more layers than necessary, David always slept in his pajamas.

In the early days, right after sex, he’d even put his clothes back on because he felt self-conscious about the scars on his back and what he called his ‘spaghetti legs’.

Max thought it was tragic because he would gladly look at David – with or without clothes (although preferably without) – all day and every day.

David seemed to have taken his shirt off last night.

Max was fucking furious that he wasn’t home to witness this. But it was a little difficult to be angry when all he could feel right now was fondness – and lust.

David looked gorgeous. His milky skin on display against dark blue sheets.

He looked unreal.

Like an angel in a renaissance painting or a prince in a children’s storybook.

And the fucker was smiling in his sleep.

Max bit his lip.

It took him less than three seconds to make up his mind as he threw the gun and badge away onto the table and ran into the bathroom and pulled down his trousers.

Was he the worst person in the world? Probably. Was he the worst husband in the world? Definitely.

But right now he was just a horny piece of shit who really needed to get off because his husband was too fucking pretty, and it was too much to handle.

When he came out of the bathroom, relaxed and sated and definitely less stressed after his clusterfuck of a shift where Gabriel had almost gotten hurt, David was in the boys’ room helping them get ready.

His stomach grumbled as he helped Lance with his shoes. It seemed that David hadn’t made breakfast since he overslept. So, Max decided to make something for himself.

After David and the kids left, Max, instead of going to sleep as he should, decided to cook first.

He was rummaging through the refrigerator when Lance came running back into the apartment – as usual.

Max knelt down immediately. He knew what was coming.

“Daddy is still awake!” Lance said in surprise.

“Daddy is hungry,” Max replied. “Kiss?”

Lance nodded and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “Bye.”

“Bye,” Max kissed his baby back.

He watched Lance run back and waited.

David usually came in right after their son to give Max a kiss too.

But he didn’t today.

Max frowned as he ran after Lance who closed the door behind him.

“You go kiss daddy now!” he heard Lance order from the other side.

Max smiled to himself.

“Not today, my love,” David replied quietly.

Max frowned.

David didn’t want to kiss him?

Since when?

He remembered a time when David couldn’t kiss him even when he wanted to. But he also remembered their first date when David had kissed him – despite everything – simply because he wanted to.

Because David loved kissing him.

But now apparently, he didn’t want to.

Was this because of the night shift? They haven’t done anything in a while and had only kissed a little bit here and there.

Did David figure out how to live without Max’s kisses?

Something inside Max’s head screamed danger.

What if David got his kisses somewhere else?

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

David started to act weird around Max after that.

He kept getting distracted easily – leaving the oven on and accidentally eating pens and what not.

Max wondered why.

Was David close to figuring out the truth?

Were Max’s fears real?

Was David done with him?

Max knew David was frustrated with the distance between them.

No sex. No intimacy.

They didn’t even get to sleep on the fucking bed together.

Max wanted to blame everything on the night shift. But he knew that wasn’t fair.

The other detectives didn’t seem to have domestic problems because of it.   

Besides, the night shift was going to end in a month.

What would happen then?

Would Max find out that David actually preferred Max to be away? What if David asked Max to stay on the night shift permanently?

Fucking hell. 

He tried not to think about it all as he showered after his shift. He wrapped the towel around himself as he told his brain to shut the fuck up and came out of the bathroom.

He almost walked into David.

David who for some reason was covered in flour and what looked like possibly Arthur’s vomit.

Max blinked.

It was the most endearing thing he had ever seen.

He didn’t know why he was getting emotional – and even a little horny – over fucking flour and vomit.

But he was.

Because this man, covered in flour and vomit, wasn’t just the love of Max’s life.

He was Lance and Arthur’s father.

This was his husband.

The man he came home to every night – or every morning, rather.

The man who tirelessly took care of their children. The man who was always in Max’s corner.

The one who was born to do just this.

Love. Love. Love

The sight before him was so fucking domestic.

And out of all the fuckers in the world, David decided to marry him, huh?

Max let out a chuckle.

He wanted to marry him all over again.

“What?” David asked.

“You look really cute,” Max said, not wanting to blabber out his internal monologue.

David looked annoyed for some reason. “Don’t be mean.”

“What the fuck?” Max chuckled as David walked into the bathroom.

The voice inside his head started to act up again.

It was too much for David.

He was working and taking care of the children and keeping their home together while Max fulfilled his punishment for ruining someone else’s home.

David was done. David was done. David was done.

Max told the voice to shut up.

Until he couldn’t.

They were in the living room, sitting on the couch, doing their own thing. Max was watching the game and David was reading.

The boys were already in bed, exhausted after a day of adventures with their aunt and uncle.

Usually, when they got moments like this, Max and David maximized the hell out of it.

Sex. More sex. And then some more.

If they were both tired, they would at least sit on this same couch and make out.

If they weren’t in the mood, they would at least just cuddle on the couch as they did their own thing.

But today it was nothing.

David seemed to more be interested in reading Persuasion than kissing Max.

Max felt insulted.

He felt unwanted.

He felt like crying.

He grabbed the bottle of water from the table because his throat felt dry and his eyes felt wet.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He can’t cry. Not in front of David.

He was supposed to be strong.

If he wasn’t that, then what was the point of him?

“What are your thoughts on threesomes?” David asked him out of nowhere.

Max choked on his water. “The fuck did you just say?”

David went on about threesomes and how he had changed his mind about them even though the thought of a threesome before today would make this jealous fuck furious as hell.

“I’ve changed my mind about a lot of things,” David told him when Max called him out.

Oh.

Was Max one of those things too?

“Have you found a third?” Max asked when the conversation started to make his stomach twist. 

He needed to know.

David looked uneasy. “What if I have? Would you be interested?”

Max could just see it.

It was a parent from Idris.

Some posh fucker who could afford to pay the annual school fees in one go.

A single dad.

He probably went to Harvard Business School.

He probably has a car – one he would let David drive.

He’d work in Manhattan. Come home at a reasonable time.

He most definitely won’t have stupid voices inside his head. 

Take David on vacations. Listen to Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez. Laugh like a normal person. 

He cooked for David instead of being the one who ate all the time. 

He gave massages to David instead of being the one to get the massages. 

He’d buy all sorts of cool shit for the kids. He could probably afford an iPad. Maybe five.

He’d buy flowers for David.

Fuck.

When was the last time Max bought flowers for David?

He couldn’t even remember. An indication that it had been too fucking long.

Fuck.

He looked at David.

He would do anything for this man.

Anything.

“I don’t know,” Max said. “It depends on the person I guess.”

Anything but let some ivy league asshole touch his husband.

His throat felt dry again. His eyes felt wet again.

Fucking shit. Not now. Not again.

“Max,” David said gently and leaned in, pressing their lips together, his hands roaming everywhere.

Max closed his eyes.

He wanted to lose himself in the kiss.

But he knew what this was.

This was pity.

God, David must think he was fucking pathetic.

He wasn’t a good cop. He wasn’t a good husband.

Next, he’ll find out he wasn’t a good father either.

But he knew that one already.

Shut up!

Max pulled away and told David he had to leave for his shift.

David let him go.

He didn’t fight or even point out Max didn’t have to leave just out.

He let Max go.

Apparently, it was easy to do that now.

He didn’t come home in the morning until David left.

He kept doing that. He kept avoiding David because he couldn’t bear it anymore.

Useless. Useless. Useless.

Later that week, David didn’t come home either.

Max had to get ready for work and put the children to sleep.

David didn’t come for even after that.

When Max had sent a text asking where he was, David had simply replied that he was with Jackson.

Where were they? What were they doing?

David came home close to midnight – sloshed as fuck.

Max had to drag him to bed while David hummed some Taylor Swift song under his breath. He got the man ready for bed when David whined for his phone.

Max found the device in his jacket – along with a note written on a napkin.

Oh.

‘From one pretty blonde man to another.’

What the actual fuck?

Max wanted to find the fucker and punch him.

He wasn’t jealous.

No.

Jealousy had never been something he felt or understood.

But he was fucking terrified.

Because he realized he took David for granted.

There were people out there – other pretty blonde men – who made David feel seen and appreciated.

And David let them.

He didn’t even throw the fucking note away.

He brought it home with him.

“I know the night shift is a pain in the ass,” Gabriel said later that night. “But you look like shit, man.”

“I think David’s gonna divorce me,” Max said.

Gabriel who was on their fourth cup of coffee for the night and spit it out and laughed incredulously. “You’re hilarious.”

Max stared at his colleague.

Gabriel blinked. “Shit.”

Max sighed.

“Okay,” Gabriel said. “From the top.”

Max told him everything.

Almost everything.

He kept the stupid voices to himself. 

“You want my opinion as a detective or your friend?” Gabriel asked when he was done.

“Detective,” Max said, because he needed to be objective about this.

“Okay,” Gabriel nodded. “David wants to get laid.”

“What?” Max blinked.

“He wants dick,” Gabriel said. “Give him dick. Everything will go back to normal.”

“Homie, I don’t know how you run your household-”

“I don’t run shit,” Gabriel snorted. “Selena runs everything, and I let her. You, sir, on the other hand, need to take control back. You know to show that man what he is missing.”

“This is terrible advice,” Max said.

“Is it?” Gabriel grinned.

Max rolled his eyes. “Sex doesn’t always fix things.”

“No,” Gabriel agreed. “But it’ll fix this.”

Max chewed on his lip.

Maybe it will.

Even if it won’t, it will at least feel fucking fantastic.

God, Max missed it.

Not sex.

Not just sex.

Sex with David.

He missed feeling good. He missed feeling wanted. He missed feeling safe.

Because that’s how sex with David made him feel every time.

Good and wanted and safe.

But he didn’t deserve to feel any of those things.

No.

He didn’t.

But that didn’t mean he was going to stand by and watch while some blonde fuck wooed his husband.

When he went back home, he made a plan.

A simple one.

David complained when Max suggested they go to the beach. But Max had told the children beforehand so they were too excited, and David couldn’t control them.

When they went to the beach, Lance ran towards the water. Max ran after him as David stayed back and set up a place for them.

He grabbed the little heathen and walked back, taking off his shirt on the way.

Show him what he is missing.

“Hey,” Max said when he joined them. “You want me to do your back?”

David looked up at him and blinked.

He still looked tired and sleepy.

Shit.

Max probably shouldn’t have dragged him here.

Fuck.

Why did he panic and pull this shit?

Fuck you, Gabriel!

David didn’t want Max to do his back and he didn’t want to swim either.

He stayed back and read a fucking book!

Max went back to the water with Lance.

He wondered if he wasn’t attractive anymore.

He knew he was attractive.

There were people who were literally staring at him right now.

But what if he wasn’t attractive to David anymore?

Max had brought David here because he had thought David would forget about everything once he saw Max shirtless.

Because it was that easy with that man.

Max remembered them yelling at each other and fighting over ridiculous shit and all he would have to do was take off his shirt.

And David would be distracted.

But it wasn’t like that anymore.

They weren’t horny young people anymore.

They were adults now. Proper adults.

What if David was attracted to proper adult stuff?

Steady income and a fully paid mortgage and a husband who didn’t do a job that almost got him killed every other night.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Gabriel was wrong.

Max can’t save his fucking marriage with his abs.

His abs were useless as the rest of him.

Maybe they should talk.

Arthur, who was also in the water now, grabbed Lance and went to the shore to find seashells. Max kept an eye on them as he went to find David.

David seemed to have fallen asleep under the umbrella.

Max went back to the water.

Yeah.

Useless.

He watched the boys from the water when a girl in a white bikini swam over to him and started to chat him up.

She wasn’t subtle at all. And she made him feel wanted.

But she did make him feel good.

She did not make him feel safe.

And sure as fuck didn’t make him feel needed.

No one else had that power.

David always acted like he would disintegrate if didn’t have Max with him.

Max loved it. He got off on it.

He had always been wanted. But he liked being needed more.

It’s why he did what he did for a living. He wanted to feel needed. 

Like he was doing something important. 

Necessary. 

When they got out of the water, after she quizzed him about surfing, she pulled him by the arm and dragged him towards the guy who was selling ice cream.

“I want ice cream,” she grinned at him. “Really in the mood to suck something, ya know?”

Jesus.

She was not subtle at all. Certainly not in the way she was flashing her tits.

What?

He had to look! They were right there!

“So,” she said, twirling a strand of wet hair with her finger. “Ice cream?”

“My husband makes ice cream,” Max heard himself say.

David did know how to make ice cream. He knew how to churn ice cream. He was fucking cool like that.

“Oh. Cool,” she said, unbothered. “You want get some now? With me?”

“I’m not really hungry,” Max replied.

He can’t have ice cream. He didn’t deserve ice cream.

He should probably watch his food.

He should probably work out more.

He needed to be attractive again.

But that wasn’t enough, was it?

Not to David.

No.

David came over soon after, he said a bunch of weird shit to the girl, and then left.

On the way home, Max thought about what happened.

Was that David being jealous?

Was Gabriel right?

Did something good come out of that beach trip after all?

“Today was fun, right?” Max asked he got ready for his shift and David climbed into bed after putting the kids to sleep.

David didn’t respond.

Max wondered if he had fallen asleep already.

He came out of the bathroom and looked at his husband, who was in bed. Still awake. “Babe. Did you have fun today?”

“Did you?” David asked him.

Max thought about it.

It wasn’t a bad day.

Not at all.

Any day he got to spend with his family could never be bad.

The children had a lot of fun. He got to see David be a jealous little shit.

And he got to swim.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did,” Max replied, feeling grateful for today. Even if it didn’t go according to plan. He cleared his throat. “Did you see me in the water?”

Without my shirt?

Did you think I was hot?

Do you still think I’m beautiful?

David didn’t respond though.

He turned around in bed and pulled the blanket over himself. “Goodnight.”

Oh.

Max turned off the lights and went outside.

No.

It wasn’t going to be a goodnight.

[haltandcatchfiretothemax]

FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2024 #9: In which Cameron affirms her partnership with Donna

[CN: food/eating breakfast] . . Cameron, who struggled every day to drag herself out of bed at the crack of 9am, got up at 6:30 the morning after she escorted Donna to Planned Parenthood. Unable and also not really willing to go back to sleep, she showered, dressed, and snuck out without waking Tom.

She got into the Jeep and drove off in a hurry, only to drive in slow circles for a while, unsure of where she should go at 7 am. She eventually went to a nearby park that had a small manmade lake surrounded by benches. She sat by the water, put on her headphones, and scribbled and doodled in her journal while she listened to the new Hüsker Dü album. And then, finally, at 8:30 she got back into her car, and drove to the nearest Waffle House, where she ordered enough food for at least four people, and then she drove to Donna’s.

Donna answered the door in her pajamas and robe. “Wow,” she said by way of greeting, eyeing the large bag of styrofoam food containers Cameron was cradling.

“Hi,” Cameron said, nervously. “I thought you might want some breakfast?” With that, Donna stepped aside so Cameron could come in.

Wordlessly, Cameron followed Donna into the kitchen. When she started to get plates and glasses from the counters, Cameron fussed at her, “No, let me do that, relax.” She put the food on the table, and got flatware for them both. When Donna finally sat down at the table, Cameron asked, “How are you? Are you okay?”

Evenly, Donna replied, “I’m fine. But thank you for asking.”

When Cameron opened one the container with not one but two servings of biscuits and gravy for her, Donna looked like she might cry, but she scraped half of it onto her plate and started to eat instead. Relieved, Cameron served herself a large helping of scrambled eggs, bacon, and home fries. Donna had some of the eggs and bacon, too, and ate as if she were ravenous. “This will probably made me sick,” she said between bites. “I don’t care though.”

After they ate, Donna insisted on putting on some coffee again, and then went upstairs. She came back downstairs in a sweater, sweatpants, and sneakers, her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. As she poured mugs of coffee for them, she asked, “Is it nice enough for us to have our coffee outside? It looks sunny.” Cameron confirmed that it was nice, and they took their mugs out to the picnic table behind the house.

“I should have stayed here last night,” Cameron said as Donna sipped her coffee.

Donna had been surprised when Cameron offered to stay at her house that night. The idea of her staying the night at her house, while her husband and children were conveniently off on vacation, had made Donna uncomfortable for reasons that she hadn’t fully been able to articulate to herself, much less process.

“That you asked if I needed you to was more than enough, and I appreciate it,” Donna said. “I was fine, though. Gordon and the girls called, and after I talked to them I got plenty of rest.”

Feeling like she already knew the answer to her question, Cameron asked, “Are you gonna tell him?”

Donna sighed. Staring off into the distance, toward the house behind hers, she said, “No. It would just upset us both. He wouldn’t understand my decision, or that it’s not for him to understand.”

Cameron winced. “Hell of a secret to keep.” Then, anxiously, she added, “I’m not judging you. I feel like I’d probably do the same, and like most people would judge us for it. Like, ‘Oh, but that’s his child,’ or whatever.”

Darkly, Donna said, “Right. Well, he’s not the one who’d be doing all the work. Or all the worrying. I don’t think he understands that, either.”

“Really?” Cameron said. “He wouldn’t understand that you’d be doing most of the work of actually having the baby?” She let out a low whistle. “So much for Gordo the Boygenius.”

Donna let out a cackle, and nearly spilled some of her coffee.

Feeling mildly guilty, Cameron shifted uncomfortably in her seat, and said, “I got up early this morning, so I could leave before Tom got up. He asked me where we went last night, and got pissed when I wouldn’t tell him.”

Donna looked down into her mug, Curtly, she said, “So sorry to cause trouble in your relationship.”

Cameron frowned. “That’s not - that isn’t how I meant that, I’m sorry. I just meant, I don’t think he’d get it, either. Or that it’s not my place to tell him about something like this. Also,” her voice sharpened considerably, “it’s just, not his business?”

Donna looked up to see Cameron’s genuinely, outrageously beautiful face scrunched with supreme annoyance, and was so endeared by it that she chuckled affectionately at her.

“Why are men like that? I’ve met literally one man who can handle it with some grace when something doesn’t involve him,” Cameron groused, “and that would be Bos.”

Donna sighed again. “I was going to say that I don’t know, but I think I do know why the majority of men are like that, but, I don’t have the energy to get into it today. Literally, don’t get me started.” She stirred what was left of her coffee dejectedly.

Cameron watched Donna swirl her spoon around in her mug. Hesitantly, she admitted, “The thing is, you’re my partner. And Tom isn’t. I guess that bothers him, but, his feelings about it are irrelevant.”

Donna, of course, had noticed this, and also Tom’s irritating tendency to self-deputize at work, telling the other staff members what to do without being prompted. Rather than argue with him, or with Cameron, she’d made a habit of quietly give their coworkers different instructions.

Abruptly, Cameron said, “I’m sorry that I hired Tom without asking you first. Like, really sorry. That wasn’t cool.”

Donna glanced up at her. “Thank you. I really appreciate that.”

“And I’m sorry for every dickish thing I’ve said about Gordon. They might be true, but, I still shouldn’t have said them.”

Cameron’s candid apology made Donna think of Joanie, and how she acted when Donna would make her apologize for saying something inappropriate. She laughed again.”

Cameron sat up straight, only to slouch back down again, elbows on the table, and rested her chin in her hands. “It’s just, you’re really great Donna. And you really deserve for the people around you to get how great you are.”

Donna smiled sadly, but warmly at Cameron. “I do have people like that around me.”

Cameron was unconvinced, but didn’t say so. Instead, she asked, “So when do Gordon and the girls get back? You said they’re coming home tomorrow, right?”

“Yep,” Donna nodded.

“Do you mind if I hang out here for a while? If you’re in the mood for company?” Cameron asked.

Donna grinned. at her. “I would love some company for a little while.”

[zaynahfrozenfrost]

A Date With Timotheé Chalamet

It's been about 9 years since I met Timotheé. I met him when he was in a movie called "Interstellar" and since then, we remained friends for 7 years. We were always there for each other at our downfalls. 2 years ago today, Timotheé asked me out and this is the story.

I was teaching my day-shift students English Literature. Then I received a call from someone. It was Timotheé and I picked it up.

"Hello Timotheé! Did something happened?"

"Y/n, I have something important to tell you. Can you skip your day-shift classes with a lie and come to the park at 16th Avenue?"

"Uh... I don’t know Tim but, I'll try. Do I have to come now? If I have to then, okay I will!"

"Yes! As soon as possible!"

I hung up and since my class ended, I went to the principal. "Good Afternoon Y/n, did anything happen?" Madam asked. "Yes! My mom got a serious headache and fainted. Can I go home and just miss my other classes?" I asked her. "Of course, I suppose your parent's health is your priority" she said. I thanked her and left the office. I went to my car and I tried to drive it as fast as I can.

Then I arrived. I saw Timotheé sitting at one of the benches, most probably waiting for me. I ran to him as quick as I can.

"Hi Timotheé!"

"Y/n!" he hugged me

"What did you wanted to tell me that was so important?"

"Can you sit down on the bench?" he asked

"Sure" I sat down

"All these years with you, are some of the best years of my life Y/n. I don’t know but I've been in love with you since day 1. You are extraordinary,kind,beautiful inside out and intelligent. This feels like the perfect time to say this so, I wanted to ask in the most sincere way possible. Will you go out with me?" he asked

"Tim, I don't know what to say... I had a crush on you ever since I saw you in Interstellar. I have been in love with you since the first day. I just wasn’t ready to start another relationship with someone else after Alexander. But now, I am ready so yes! I will go out with you!!" then he hugged me and I gave him a kiss.

"I have something I know you wanted for years" he says and hands it to me

"Open it"

"You, you knew I liked Marchesa?" I never told him I liked that red bowtie dress that Taylor Swift wore in 2009 in that one magazine.

"Why wouldn’t I? After all, I know everything you like and dislike. By the way, wear this dress at 8pm night and I'll come to pick you up" he said

"Thank you, just thank you Tim! I wish I could've gotten you something" I said with regret

"Hey, the biggest gift I've ever received in my life is you" he told me

I was happy all day long and couldn’t wait for 8pm to arrive

7:30 pm arrived and I just got back from my shower and wore my dress. It felt so nice, I still can't believe I actually have this dress now. I did my makeup, curled my hair, wore some earrings and I wore a bracelet that Timotheé gave me a long time ago. I wore my shoes and the doorbell rang. It was Tim and he was wearing a blue suit, get it, A BLUE SUIT!? And Blue is my favourite colour.

"You look extraordinary!" he complimented me

"You look like a prince from the castle" I told him

"And you're my princess! Let's go" he said

We sat in a nice car. It only took us 30 minutes to get there. I never knew he was going to take us to Claudette's! The food there is very pricey and I didn’t want him to pay it all. The good thing is that I bought my small purse which had a 100. We reached Claudette's and overall, the place was beautiful. We sat on our table and then came the waiter. We had the menu card handed to the both of us. I was searching for the meal that had a low price.

"Mon amour? Did anything happen?" he asked

"Nothing!" I grew more and more anxious

"Hey don't worry, it's all on me" he said it to calm me down

"I'll have-" "I'll have the Cassoulet and she'll have the Quiche Lorraine with the Escargots" he said what I wanted even before I said it.

"Hey Tim, I have a question. Are you a mind reader?"

"Not really but when it comes to you, I can read exactly whatever your face says" he said with a cute smile

We talked for hours like crazy. We shared some of our life stories and had so many things in common. Then the food arrived. It was the first I ever ate expensive food and it was also the first time I drank Wine. I never noticed there were people playing music for us. In the middle of our conversation, he asked me.

"Can I share this dance with you?"

"I'm not good at danci-" he grabbed my hand and started dancing with me. I don’t know but, today my dancing was on control and I was shocked. Timotheé can dance amazingly and I was mesmerized. We also shared a kiss at the dance. We paid the amount of money together. Then it was 10:30 pm and we went back home. It was the best night ever and I'll never forget how it was! Maybe life is sometimes a fantasyland and it was all like a fairytale.

[hhhemberhhh]

The Whispers in the Wind (Prologue)

Prologue is officially published! You can read it here, or on AO3.

Warnings: implied child abuse; implied racism

“Corvin, it is so nice to see you,” Melenia said, greeting her husband as he walked through the door, kissing him on the cheek. 

“Melenia, I am glad to be home,” Corvin said, looking around. “Where is my daughter?” 

Melenia’s expression shifted. “She is… out.” 

He blinked. After a few moments of silence, he asked, “Where?” 

“With some friends. They went to have fun in the city.” She kept a smile on her face, trying to hide her annoyance. 

Gods, that child of his was awful, always disrespecting her, even when she gave her the most efficient punishments. Yet, he acted as if she were his perfect angel. It sickened her. “Well, it is a good thing she is not here at the moment, for I have some important news to share with you, my dear husband.” 

“And, what is that?”

…

“Seria, you are going to have a sibling. Lovely, is it not?” 

Dread hit her. Like bricks. Yet, she did not falter, instead keeping a smile plastered across her face, as if she were really sincere. But, how could she be happy for her? Melenia was an awful woman, and now the child that she bore would be awful like its mother. A spawn from the depths of hell…

Melenia was barely a decade older than her. Her father wasn’t very old himself, but Melenia… she was nine and ten years old! Her father was well into his twenties, and would soon be approaching his three decades of being in this world. 

“Yeah… it is,” Seria said softly. Her father was exhilarated. Of course, he was. And he was gullible. That child might as well not even be his. Melenia was a whore, a waitress at some tavern that her father happened to stumble into. Barely a few months passed before they were wed.

Sometimes, she wished that her mother hadn’t left. Or that her father never met Melenia. Her actual mother would have been way better for her father, not some harlot that he picked up at some tavern, claiming it was “love at first sight.” 

Oftentimes, Seria found herself dreaming that her mother were here with her and her father. She wondered where she went. Why did she leave? Was it because of her daughter? But, she’d never know the answer. She didn’t even remember what her mother looked like, but she wasn’t ignorant enough to believe that Melenia was her biological mother. The gap between the time that her father was alone and when he met Melenia told her itself. 

That night, her father took all of them out to the tavern where he met Melenia, and paid for them to feast to their heart’s desire, for the fact that his wife was with child called for celebration. 

That night, she wanted to pound her fists into the wall. But, alas, she couldn’t. Angry tears ran down her face. She couldn’t scream. The walls were thin, and should her father hear her, he’d question her and she couldn’t bring herself to lie to him, much less answer him truthfully. 

Overtime, Melenia’s pregnancy began to show, and she used that to her advantage. When they all went into town, many townsfolk came to fawn over her, showering her with gifts and wishing her the best of motherhood. Of course, that had people staring at Seria too, raising suspicion towards her darker complexity compared to her father and “mother.” She was a bastard, but didn’t get shamed for it until she was seen in the streets with Melenia and her father. If she went into Flamelight alone, no one paid her any attention. But, if it was the three of them, all eyes seemed to turn to her. 

It was humiliating. Infuriating, even.

She couldn’t stand Melenia anymore. She’d put up with the woman for too damn long. The constant cheating that Seria witnessed her stepmother do was unspeakable. And her father’s ignorance didn’t help, either. Every time she would try to confront him about Melenia’s constant adulterous habits, he’d brush her away with his hand, and call her immature for telling him such lies. 

Not only was her father’s wife an adulterer, she wasn’t afraid to raise her hand on a child. And not just her hand was used. Daggers cut into her, faded scars contrasting to her dark skin. One time, after Melenia found out about the things that Seria told her father, scalding water was poured on her bare stomach. She never spoke to her father about the subject, again, after that. 

So, she made a plan. One that she really hoped she wouldn’t regret. 

There was a window in her room. It wasn’t very big, but a nine year old girl could fit through it, if it weren’t so high on the wall. Over the next few days, while her father was off at work at the palace, and with Melenia out of the house, doing gods know what, Seria went out into Flamelight, the capital of Avlyrra, and bought durable material that she was sure she could stand on. She hid her purchases under the frame of her bed, and stacked them every night to see how much more she’d need until she could finally reach the window. 

And finally, the day came. 

The moon was well into the sky. Melenia and her father were well asleep in their bed. Seria was wide awake. She took a weapon belt from her father— one that he used before becoming a humble, quiet man— that was laying on the floor of the common room before everyone went to sleep, and some food from the kitchen. She strapped the belt across her waist, and packed the food into a small bag. She stole Avlyrrian currency from her father, and some from Melenia too, prior to tonight, shoving the coins into the pockets of her trousers.

She stacked the things that she bought overtime into a staircase, climbing up to the window. She crawled up, trying not to make too much noise that would alert the adults through the thin walls.

When she finally reached the window, she tossed her bag through the rectangular hole, wincing as a loud sound reached her ears from the impact of it hitting the hard ground. 

She braced herself as she pushed her body out of the window, curling up into a ball as she felt the wind in her hair. She landed on her side, the bag breaking her fall. Or, making it worse. She couldn't tell. 

But, she did hear a frightening crack. Pain shot through her body, and she put her hand over her mouth to try and stifle her scream, tears streaming down her cheeks. Curse the house structure! Why did it have to be two stories tall? And why did her room have to be on the second floor? 

After a few agonizing moments, she tried to steady her shaky legs, grabbing anything that might have fallen out of her bag. She blew a strand of her black hair out of her face, muttering curses for not chopping it beforehand. 

As she stood, her head spun. She lifted her hand to her head, the palm of it massaging her temple. Her vision blurred around the corners. 

She heard voices. Her father’s. Melenia’s. Lighting from the candles blared through the open windows, orange hues spilling over the darkness of the night. 

“What was that, Corvin?!” Melenia’s frantic voice shouted. Of course, they probably heard the loud thump as she fell onto the ground. 

“Melenia, Melenia! Everything is okay!” Her father assured. 

Footsteps. No doubt going down the stairs to see what the noise was. 

She ran. As fast as she possibly could. Despite the pain in her ribs. Despite her lightheaded thoughts. Despite her shaky legs. Despite knowing what she was leaving behind. Despite knowing that she would most likely never see her father again. Despite everything. 

She ran. 

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Hope you enjoyed! (I apologize if the format of the paragraphs changes midway, I’m really tired rn and I’m too lazy to fix it so merry Christmas)