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bunnywritesjunk · 11 months

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My King

Series summary: Your parents signed you up for an Alpha Omega Match company when you were eighteen. It took years for them to find your match, but you meet the giant austrian man. Will he be a good partner?

Chapter summary: You and König attend a holiday party.

Pairing: König x Fem Reader

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (Never use this abbreviation without the slashes it is an indigenous slur) 18+ MDNI, vague racism, heat (omega verse)

Word count: 3.1k

Genre: Mostly Fluff a little angst here and there. Smut.

A/n: Omg....Hi guys......it's me.....hey.......I am alive. This chapter is defiantly geared more towards my poc readers. Theres some angst that i'll revisit in a later chapter. Some comments are made. You'll see. Anyways, I can't promise I will be posting super consistently but I will definatly try to post more then I have been.

Previous Chapter

Chapter Five:

Your editor droned on about deadlines and writing engines as you ate some soup König got you earlier. You can hear the desperation through the computer screen. You'd be lying if you said you were listening. They'll get the pages when they get them, with you, no money. König sat on the couch waiting for your meeting to be done.

“I'll get the next chapter done, Frankie.” You said.

“You promise?” He was almost teary-eyed.

“Yes, I promise.”

You hung up and closed your laptop while sighing. You got up and walked over to your giant Alpha. You outstretched his arm, inviting you to cuddle. You obliged plopping yourself on his lap and resting your head on his chest. The November winds were seeping into the atmosphere slowly. You didn't mind. That meant the holidays were coming.

“The 141 is having an early holiday party. Everyone goes on leave one week into December, so we celebrate early. Would you like to go with me, Schatz?”

“Oh yes, that sounds lovely. When is it?” You asked delightedly.

“This weekend. It's a dressy event.”

The weekend was in four days. You haven't done your hair or dressed up in a while. You'd want a new dress for this especially with the cold, but you supposed you could make something work. As for your hair, it was time to hit up a YouTube tutorial for some ideas. König seemed to sense your internal struggle.

“We can go shopping today, I need a button-down shirt.”

“You don't have a button-down?” You asked a little amused.

“Never needed one.”

“Huh, well I also want to get my hair done. But, I've never been to a stylist here.” You started searching for braiders in the area, and to your surprise, there were some.

The prices were comparable to ones in the US so that gave you some comfort. König looked over your shoulder browsing the different styles along with you. Some he has seen and others he hasn't. He chimed in with some styles he thought would look cute on you every so often.

“Oh, she has an appointment available tomorrow.”

“Book it, I'll take you.”

“I can take myself it's alright.”

“Nein. I'll take you.”

You grumbled a bit at his stubbornness but gave in. You booked the appointment and placed your deposit.

“How much is it?” König asked.

“Um, all together with the deposit, one hundred fifty euros. I was also gonna tip but I forgot Europe doesn't do that.”

König replied with a 'hmm' and tapped away on his phone. Your phone dinged and you checked the notification.

'König has sent you € 150,00'

“Kö, You don't have to pay for this.”

“Why shouldn't I? You are mine, You want it, I like it when you look beautiful, so I pay.” He said simply.

König had a habit of paying for everything. You liked it but it made you a little uncomfortable. This wasn't how you'd be treated back in the States. Whenever you mentioned it, König would always rant about how American men were cheap and lazy. He also would mention how he has more money than he needs so spending it on you is fun. König loves to see your little face light up whenever he buys you something sweet, or a piece of jewelry you were looking at. He told you to get dressed for the shopping trip and you obliged, making sure you were bundled up for the cold weather.

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The two of you opted to shop for König's clothes first. Finding clothing that fits him nicely is a challenge with how tall and muscular he is. There were some stores specifically made for big and tall men that you went into first. One store only had bright floral patterned shirts and loosely fitting dress pants. Neither you nor your Alpha liked that. The next one had some nice boots in his size. They were a fancier version of combat boots. Finally, you found a simple black button-down shirt and slim tapered dress pants for him. You made him try it on before leaving the store.

My god...You had to keep yourself from drooling. The pants hugged his waist perfectly, and the shirt was just tight enough for you to see some muscle peeking through. König smirked at your reaction.

“You think this will look good with my sniper hood?” he asked.

“What?! You're gonna wear your hood and cover-up that gorgeous face? No way.”

“I don't show my face to anyone on base, Schatz.”

“Hmm, well you look good in anything so... I guess.” You pouted.

König got dressed and paid for his clothes. Nearby there were a few boutiques with dresses. You wanted something nice, but not too fancy. You didn't want to overdress. König was patient with you as you browsed a bunch of stores. Eventually, you found something you liked. It was a midi deep purple knit dress. It had elegant sleeves and looked like it could be dressed up or down. Perfect for a cold night. König sat on the bench of the fitting room as you tried it on. You came out and twirled giving him a full view of the dress.

“So?” You asked.

“Beautiful.” He motioned for you to come closer. When you did he placed a hand on your hip gingerly.

“I can think of many things I could do to you in this dress.” He said quietly.

“König!” You gave him a light slap on the arm and went back into the changing room embarrassed.

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The next day you started prepping for your hair appointment. You had to wash your hair but the stylist said she could blow-dry it for you. You spent about an hour washing your hair and another detangling it. König kept you company on the couch as you combed and sectioned it out. You sighed and slumped on the couch once you were done. Your arms were a little sore but you were glad you were done. You put your bonnet on to keep your hair neat and moisturized. You made sure you had your tip ready and a book to read while you got your hair done. König stood at the door watching you pace around the apartment gathering your things.

The drive to the salon was quick and smooth. König gave you a kiss on the cheek before you exited the car. You opened the door to the building, and the smell of hair spray wafted into your nose. A tall woman greeted you as you walked in. Her hair was braided back into neat rows and her dark cheeks had a warm glow to them.

“Are you my twelve pm?” She asked with a smile.

“Yes, I am, nice to meet you.”

She guided you into a salon chair and got started. Her hands were quick, skilled, and gentle as she worked her way through your head of hair. In about two hours she finished. You admired your new do in the mirror and thanked your stylist profusely. König waited at a café down the street. You spotted him sitting peacefully at one of the outdoor tables, away from most other patrons. As you got closer he glanced up to meet and look at you. His eyes widened, taking in your new look. Although he had his mask on you could tell he was smiling under it. He stood up to greet you.

“You look beautiful, Liebe.” He leaned down to kiss your forehead careful to avoid touching your freshly done hair. You giggled bashfully and returned his kiss on his cheek.

The next few days went by quickly. You did some extra work and scheduled an editor meeting before the weekend. When Saturday rolled around, you were anxious. You wanted to make a good impression with your Alpha's coworkers. How do you act around military personnel? Your father never brought you around any of his military friends. As you got ready you just tried to keep an open mind and stay confident in yourself. Also, you will get to see Soap again. You slipped on your dress and spritzed a light mist of perfume.

You walked out of your room while looking through your purse to make sure you had all of your essentials. König was sitting on the couch but stood when he saw you. He was dressed and ready, looking over your form affectionately. You zipped around the dining room and kitchen making sure you had everything in order. König walked over to you, stopping you in your path. He slinked his hand around your waist pulling you out of your thoughts. He pulled you into his chest gently.

“Relax, Schatz.” He purred. You looked up at him and gave him a nervous smile.

“I think I left my wallet in my room. Do I need it? Should I bring a gift?” You rambled.

König pulled your wallet out from his back pocket and handed it to you. He shook his head and gave you a small smile. His sniper hood was hanging haphazardly over a dining room chair. He led you towards the door swiftly grabbing it and opening the door. You followed him out reluctantly.

The drive to the base was uneventful aside from your occasional worrying that was quelled by your alpha quickly. You can't help but feel more on edge than you usually would, but you can't put a finger on why. König pulled up to the massive, barbed wire-lined fence. A man in full military gear and a large gun strolled up to the window. You hadn't noticed that König out his hood in a while back. He rolled the window down and quickly flashed his ID to the soldier. The man nodded and waved his hand in the air. The gate slid open almost painfully slowly. König placed a hand on your thigh as he drove slowly through the base. It helped calm you for the time being.

There was a large building with a few dozen cars parked outside. König Parked the SUV rather haphazardly a good distance away from the entrance. When you opened the door you heard faint music coming from the building and lots of voices and laughter. Your alpha lapped the car and met you on the passenger side. You started to walk towards the door but he stopped you.

“What is the matter, Schatz?” His eyes softly gazed down at you.

“Nothing is wrong, I'm fine.” You said quickly.

“If you are uncomfortable, we can go.” He gently caressed your cheek., his scent enveloping your senses.

“I'm ok, I'm just a little nervous.” Deep down you knew something was off, but you were confident you could get through this night.

“Shcatz, You forgot your collar.” König said nonchalantly.

You gasped and your hand flew up to your neck covering your exposed scent glands.

“Oh no! Why didn't you tell me? Now I'm gonna stink up a storm in there.” You turned around embarrassed and even more on edge.

Your Alpha said nothing, he simply opened the back door of the car and pulled out a small black bag before closing the door. He spun you around by the waist to face him waving the bag in front of you. You glanced at him unsure before taking the bag. König gave you a small nod waiting for you to open it. Inside was a large square jewelry box. When you opened it it held the most beautiful gold metal collar. The one you looked at from the boutique a while ago.

“König....” You truly didn't know what to say. Tears pricked your eyes but you quickly wiped them away and replaced them with a smile.

“Thank you, Alpha.” You said while wrapping your arms around his middle.

He held you close and kissed the top of your head through his hood gently. He pulled away and took the collar out of its box. He clasped it around your neck locking it with the provided key. It fit perfectly, you could barely tell it was there. König held the small key out for you to take but you shook your head.

“Keep it safe for me Alpha.” You said giving him a warm smile.

Although you couldn't see his face, you could tell he was happy you trusted him with the key. König held out his elbow for you to hold and led you towards the event. You were still nervous but you brushed it off, you had someone there to protect you. The large hall was buzzing with conversation. Most people were sitting around in large groups having conversations and others were at the bar. There were string lights hung all around the ceiling giving the place a relaxing atmosphere. König led you to the bar eager to get a drink. Parties are not you or your Alpha's natural element.

He ordered a beer for himself and a gin and tonic for you. As you waited you glanced around taking in the different people. You were probably one of the very few omegas. You could tell who was military and who wasn't very easily. Some were still in uniform, others wore masks or dog tags. Some soldiers brought a plus one but it was a minority. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a figure approaching. You turned to see a familiar mohawk.

“Hey! There they are!” Soap exclaimed pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. You could smell the alcohol on him.

“Hey, soap.” You eked out while being squeezed.

Soap turned to König and gave the large Apex a hug as well. König grunted, a little uncomfortable with the contact but patted his back affectionately.

“We've been waiting for you two to get here, everyone wants to meet the Colonel's Mrs.” His Scottish accent was thick and slightly slurred.

The bartender set your drinks down and you quickly scooped yours up and took a sip. Soap led both of you away toward a group of men. You lingered behind König slightly allowing him to greet the group first. Soap announced your name loudly sparing König of the burden. You waved shyly giving everyone a small smile. Everyone greeted you and your Alpha before returning to the conversation they were having. You were grateful the attention on you didn't last as you could sip your cocktail and listen to the drunken ramblings of the soldiers.

As the night dragged on, you met various people. You chatted with Ghost a bit and met Captain Price, as well as Gaz. Though the drunker people go the more rowdy things become. You sat on a chair near the group, only on your second drink. Your Alpha was loosening up after four. Soap suggested they go out to the field and play football, challenging Ghost to a team match. The whole group along with some others from the party joined them outside. König glanced over at you.

“Will you be ok if I join them?” He asked gingerly.

“Of course, go have fun.” You gave him a reassuring smile.

You watched him follow his coworkers out of the door into the frigid night. You decided to hang out at the bar as your drink was almost done. Although the night has been fine so far there was still something nagging in the back of your head. You plopped down on one of the bar stools and ordered another drink. Good thing this event had an open bar. You scrolled on your phone for a while not noticing how fast an hour has passed. An Alpha sat on the bar stool next to yours sighing loudly. You didn't bother acknowledging him as many people have sat there in the time that has passed.

“It's a nice night huh? Not too cold.” The guy said in a European accent you can't place.

You looked up from your phone. “Oh, are you talking to me?”

“Yeah, I am. So uh, are you a new recruit or?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Oh no, I'm just a visitor.” You glanced back at your phone hoping he would leave you alone.

“I've never seen an omega like you.”

“An omega like me?” You looked at him puzzled.

“Yeah, you're so exotic. I thought omegas like you have to stay in your own countries.” He said while taking a sip of his drink.

“Well, that's rude and extremely ignorant.” You scowled at him.

“Come on, it's a compliment. I mean I knew your kind your be spicy but damn.” He chuckled.

You took that as your cue to leave. And you stood up from the bar your felt a tug on the crown of your head.

“I mean, is this even your real hair?” He rubbed the hair he grabbed in between his fingers.

You ripped away from his grip. “What is wrong with you?! Don't touch me!” You yelled. Everyone at the bar turned to look in your direction.

“Relax, I'm just joking around.” The Alpha said trying to diffuse the situation.

“You don't touch a random person's hair, who raised you?!”

You felt a hand rest on your shoulder gently from behind. The Alpha you were confronting turned pale.

“Schatz? What did he do?” Your Alpha asked lowly.

You turned to face König anger still written all over your face. As angry as you were, you wanted this to be a teaching moment for this young Alpha. You turned back to the Alpha who was standing up now sweat forming on his face.

“Nothing Alpha, this guy just needs to watch where he's going, right?” You eyed him carefully.

“Yes! Yes, I'm very sorry miss.” He looked down at your feet.

You looked up at König who seemed unconvinced. He was staring daggers into the young Alpha. You saw König take a deep breath closing his eyes while doing so. When he opened them he looked down at you.

“Time to go, it's a long drive home.” He placed a hand on the small of your back and led you out.

Some people glanced in your direction as you left. You couldn't help but feel embarrassed. You hurried to the car in an effort to get out of the cold. König opened your door for you and helped you slide into the passenger seat.

“I forgot something inside, I'll be right back.” He said quickly shutting the door and storming back inside the building.

You couldn't tell if he was about to torture that soldier or not. But you did what you could, if he gets in trouble it's his own fault. König came back out no more than two minutes later. As he started the car, you got cozy relishing in the heated air.

“What did you forget?” You ask him.

“I had a project for Ghost, I had to tell him about it.”

“Hmm.” You responded, not buying it completely.

As your Alpha drove, the gentle rocking of the car lulled you to sleep.

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König shook you awake gently. “We're home.”

You stirred and sat up stretching gently. You felt warm, a little too warm. Did you drink that much? You followed König into the apartment and kicked off your shoes at the door. That's when the cramp hit you. It was so painful it made you dizzy causing you to stumble. König caught you by the arm and ushered you to the couch.

“Schatz? You're burning up.” He laid you down and hurried to the kitchen.

You felt the sweat forming on your brow. Your heat had come early. You whined into the couch cushions trying to breathe through the dull achy pain. König brought some water and sat you up to drink.

“Why didn't you tell me your heat was coming?” he said concerned.

“Early...it came early.”

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gojoidyll · 1 year

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Wriothesley x Reader

warnings: a stalker (not wrio), insecurities, fear, grammatical errors, etc.

small note: insinuated that both of them end up together at the end but not explicitly said.

(not gender specific btw!!)

Currently thinking of a scenario (or maybe a future fanfic someday) where you are an amazing author in Fontaine who feels like writing was the biggest mistake you could have ever made.

At first, writing was your passion, it was what led you to fame and the creation of a certain all-time hit detective series that people all across of teyvat like to read.

At first, writing was what made you happy. You could stay home all day without having to venture out of the safety and comforts of your home. Didn't have to worry about your next paycheck, if you'll have enough mora for tomorrow, or if you'll have enough to pay rent by next week. Sure you had deadlines, but since you loved to write and managed your time wisely - deadlines weren't ever an issue.

But slowly, as you rose to fame, admirers and fans were quick to swarm.

It got to the point that you would get mountains of letters a day (almost by the hour). And as a pushover as you were (your parents never really taught you how to stand up for yourself), you quickly found yourself writing to each fan back who sent you letters or gifts. Thanking them. Talking to them. Even becoming penpals too.

Then there was one man in particular who started to get too creepy. Too close for comfort.

His letters started to get disturbing. He would introduce himself with a fake name but tell you that he was a young man in his late twenties. How your books gave him life and meaning. How he would see you walking the streets and even got your schedule down when you would go to the grocery store or hangout with friends.

It was then when you would find that you had gained your own stalker. It was then that maybe getting the spotlight on you and through your writing was a bad idea.

If only I didn't share my real name. I wonder if things would be different...

Despite the mental stress the man was placing on you. You tried to push those thoughts away even though the fear of being watched at all moments throughout the day ate away at you. Your own home wasn't your safety net any longer, you feared.

You couldn't bring yourself to tell anyone, opting out for dealing with this yourself.

You tried to tell the man to stop. He didn't.

Warned him.

Yelled at him when you would spot him hiding.

Screamed when he broke into your home. Kicked and thrashed around.

It was then when your neighbors called for the garde. Immediately coming to the rescue due to all the noise you both were causing.

And soon a trial was held. The man was immediately found guilty for a numerous of things. Theft, stalking, attempted kidnapping, breaking and entering, etc.

And even when he was sent to the fortress of meropide, you found that you just couldn't write anymore even though your hit detective series was still ongoing. Your editors, in understanding, gave the series a hiatus and let you take a vacation.

But once again, you feared.

You feared that you just couldn't write anymore.

The one thing that you enjoyed doing ended up with some crazy fan wanting more of you. You didn't want to fear anymore.

And it would be two weeks later when you would be approached by Neuvillette and Clorinde. They would tell you about the happenings within the fortress and how your presence was needed in dealing with your ex-stalker.

Apparently he had gotten into some trouble, and he wouldn't talk no matter what unless he got to see you.

So you found yourself reluctantly going. It wasn't like you were going to stay home and do anything anyway...

At the fortress now, you found yourself in a big office. Apparently it belonged to the Duke, the warden of the fortress. You learned quickly by many of the people there that you should refer to him as "your grace."

And as you sat alone in the office in one of the chairs, a noise sounded just down below.

"They're here?! Where?! I must see them!"

That voice, you couldn't help but to tremble. You didn't want to be here. Not here. But Neuvillette and Clorinde helped alot with the case and proving the man guilty, so you felt obligated to stay and forced yourself not to run away.

"Y/n! There you are! I'm so glad to see you again!"

"That's enough. You see them now, right? So get talking."

You finally got to see the Duke of the fortress of meropide (with the chief justice and Clorinde on either side of him). The duke's eyes were an icy blue, sharp and calculated. His hair black and grey, and spiked - you couldn't help but to think of how ... wolfish he looked.

"Talk? Talk?! I didn't ask you to bring them here so I could talk!"

He reached for you. Hands outstretched as if to hurt you. To pull you towards himself. But Wriothesley was already a step ahead as he grabbed the front of the man's shirt and forced him to the ground, pinning him there.

"I guess no one taught you how to treat a lady."

And maybe, just maybe writing wasn't a mistake after all. Because maybe all this time as you would write happy endings for your characters .. maybe you were waiting for your own happy ending. A happy ending where someone saves you from someone and from yourself.

At least, thats what came to mind as when you finally managed to finish your detective series two months later with its final book.

"So, what genre are you looking to write for now? Because I think you got the mystery all covered."

Sitting in Wriothesley's office once more, lunch in hand, you smiled and thought for a moment.

"How about a romance?"

He snorted at the question, "romance, huh? And how do you plan on starting that?"

"If I told you, then it would ruin the whole book."

"I don't mind spoilers."

You grinned, eyes trained on his as you both enjoyed your lunch break together, "well, it starts off with a man saving an author from someone and from themselves."

"That so," he asked while smirking, he already knew where this was going.

"Do they end up together?"

You shrugged, "you tell me."

Wriothesley leaned back in his chair, eyes trained on you, and only you, "I noticed that in your books, your characters get happy endings. So why not write another one?"

"What? Not a fan of angst?"

"Absolutely not."

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mangoisms · 11 months

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circle k (back to you)

summary: in which you're just the graveyard shift employee at circle k bombarded by vigilantes.

━ chapter eleven: i am always running back to you | read chapter ten

━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader

━ word count: 4.7k

━ warnings: none

━ masterlist

━ a/n: SO SORRY.... it was the horrors (midterms). hope this chapter makes up for it because boy it is a lot of fun

The rest of the evening passes slowly.

It does nothing for your nerves, truthfully, but you keep yourself preoccupied with Wade. He crawls now and that leaves him wanting to explore every space possible. So, while Wally runs out for dinner and Linda wraps up a meeting with her editor, you watch over him and make sure he doesn’t get into anything he shouldn’t.

Dinner is deep-dish pizza—directly from Chicago. It’s all very indulgent, the way Wally can do things like that; he spoils you in that regard and you tell him as much as you wash dishes and he puts them away.

“Nah, it’s nothing,” he says, shooting you a small smile. “Besides, it’s for me, too.”

And you can tell that’s true by the four empty boxes of pizza that he ate, with two for you and Linda.

But still. When he leaves…

It’s not just that that you’re going to miss. With or without the speed, you’re going to miss him. Him, Linda, and little Wade.

Despite not saying that—because you don’t want to be a downer, because their home is in Keystone City, not here, and you don’t want to be selfish like that—he senses the shift in your mood.

“You know,” he starts, “me and Lin were thinking…”

“That’s never good.”

He nudges you gently, grinning. You shake your head, smiling, too. You pass him a freshly-washed plate and he dries it.

“Well, wait until you hear what we were thinking about.”

“What?”

“We think you should visit us every now and then.”

The thought that they want you around is warming, as usual. But…

“I mean, I would love to, Wally, but I can’t really afford that… Maybe, after I see how everything adds up during the fall, I can come for the holidays or something. But…”

He shakes his head. “Come on, kiddo. You think we’d say that and leave it up to you?”

“I don’t expect—”

“I know. But you should. We want to do whatever we can to see you. You aren’t the only one that’s going to miss something when we leave, you know. That’s why we’re doing this. Besides,” he grins at you, lightening up. “Who do you think you’re talking to? I can get you to Keystone in under a minute right now.”

Considering that Linda has told you that his speed is efficient but leaves one with a horrible bout of nausea and vertigo—at least in the beginning; she’s barely affected these days—you feel some mild apprehension.

But those things are temporary. You can withstand that, if only to see them again.

“Or,” he goes on, “we can fly you out, but that would honestly be pretty cumbersome and would also take too long.”

“It’s a plane, Wally. That is the fastest form of transportation we have in this country.”

He sniffs. “I’m the fastest form of transportation we have in this country. In the world! One of them, anyway.”

“Well, that’s how we normal human beings function. Not everyone can run faster than the speed of light.”

“Not everyone should,” he agrees. “I’d lose my appeal. That would suck.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“So, is that a yes or—?”

“Alright,” you relent, smiling. “How often are we talking?”

He smiles a tad bashfully. “Once or twice a month? You can come on the weekends… Just—you know. I know you’re gonna be busy with classes but…”

“It sounds like I should be getting a nice break every month if we do that. I mean, I can’t promise I won’t have work—”

“Just as long as you’re around, kid. That’s all we want.”

Your face warms at the earnestness in his words, embarrassed, though you know you really shouldn’t be. “Wally.”

“Hey, I’m gonna be honest with you. I’ve been in this game too long to try and dance around feelings. Hopefully your boy will learn that, too.”

“You aren’t wrong,” you mutter, shutting off the water and drying your hands, making a mental reminder to put on some lotion before they get annoyingly dry from the hot water and dish soap. “I’m just not… used to that.”

He shrugs, tossing his dish towel over his shoulder. “Like I said. In a world like ours… it’s important.”

You don’t disagree. But you can’t rail too hard on Tim. Questionable decisions regarding his feelings aside, the both of you only came to your senses after he had a close-call today. What does that say about you, that he has to nearly die for you to realize you need to see him again? Need to clear the air?

It’s human, you think. So very terribly human of you.

It’s not like you’re unappreciative of him in your life but… you know this dance and song. You only realize what you have when you lose it. Look at your parents. You’ve slipped right now but you’ll fix it. You’ll make sure he knows how much he means to you.

But more importantly, right now…

“You guys… mean a lot to me, too.” You turn, seeing Linda pause near the island, and meet her brown eyes and even though it makes your face hot and the words get stuck in your throat, you force them out, underpinned with what you hope they can tell is sincerity. “You do. So much.”

Your throat tightens and you duck your head as your eyes burn.

Hard to quantify. Hard to put a label on what they mean to you.

But you know that much. That they mean the world to you.

Warm, strong arms come around you, squeezing you tight. You sniffle when you feel Linda come up behind you, squeezing you, too.

It’s an emotional day, you decide. For all of you.

So, you take a long shower to try and pull yourself together, then head to bed, bidding Wally and Linda goodnight.

You don’t intend to fall asleep when you crawl into your bed. It’s better to stay up, to wait for Tim to get here. But the day’s events start weighing down on you as you curl up beneath the blankets.

You try valiantly to stay awake by scrolling on your phone but it’s a Sisyphean task to do so. As your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, you know it will be a task that you fail as you stop fighting and give in to sleep.

It’s only the vibration of your phone that rouses you.

Groping for it, the display is obscenely bright in the darkness of your room. But the text waiting for you is unmistakable, impossible to miss.

i’m here

Suddenly recalling what you and Tim had agreed upon, you shoot up in bed, ignoring the head rush the action gives you.

The window that leads out to the fire escape is right next to your bed, covered by curtains. You toss your phone aside, rolling out of the warm cocoon of blankets; the AC in this place works well, a little too well, you think groggily as your bare feet connect with cold wood floors.

You shove aside the curtains and though you know who is waiting for you, that it is Tim, just Tim, your best friend, the still-not-fully-awake part of you clenches up in fear, thinking it might be Batman that is moving in the shadows, only barely illuminated by the full moon. But you know better than that.

It helps that your eyes are already adjusted to the darkness, recognizing the figure crouched in your fire escape. Dressed in… oddly enough, sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a light jacket. Completed with a plain black domino mask—not the usual one he wears, more akin to Robin, save for the color—that obscures the blue eyes you know and love.

You reach for the window. Well-oiled and taken care of by the owners, it is virtually silent as it slides open.

Muggy July heat rushes in, chasing away the cold.

Without the window and with your vision quickly clearing from bleariness, you can really take him in. The tension in his body, the way a breeze ruffles through dark hair, the twitch of his hands to you before they clench into fists. Waiting.

For you.

Your throat thickens painfully when your eyes snag on the white gauze taped to the left side of his neck.

Just a graze, Steph told you. But he lost a bit of blood anyway and his neck… if it had been the right side, would he not be here right now? Maybe it doesn’t matter. It’s his neck, there are so many important arteries running through there.

If anything else had happened, if he’d moved even a little bit, he wouldn’t be here.

That realization, coupled with the overwhelming emotions at seeing him again since everything, pushes you over the edge.

Your eyes burn with tears. You reach forward, ignoring the soreness in your belly, one hand grabbing his wrist and tugging him right into the circle of your arms.

That breaks the stalemate. He goes quickly, arms sliding around you as the first of your tears start sliding down your cheeks.

“Tim…”

He holds you tighter, impossibly warm, letting out a shuddery breath and whispering your name, too, everything inside you shivering at the sound, at the warmth that wraps up the syllables of your name.

“I’m okay,” he breathes. “I’m okay, I swear.”

“You were shot.”

An exhale of a laugh. It sounds shaky with emotion.

“Technically, I was grazed.”

“Tim.”

He presses his nose to your hair, hand stroking up your back.

“I’m okay,” he whispers, lips brushing your forehead. “I wasn’t going to die before I got to see you. No way.”

You sniffle. The two of you are quiet, speaking lowly, but you’re suddenly too aware of the other window on the fire escape, the one for Linda and Wally’s room. You don’t want to wake them—or god forbid, Wade—so you reluctantly extract yourself from his arms, tugging him again.

He follows easily, sliding through the window with a grace you aren’t used to. He shuts the window silently behind him, banishing the muggy air that had leaked inside. You wipe away your tears, attempting to piece yourself together.

As he turns back to you, hesitantly now, the air conditioner clicks on, and a second later, cold air starts blowing into your room. It should help cover your voices a little bit.

For a moment, it is silent.

Tim shifts on his feet across from you. The domino mask renders him impervious. Impossible to read without seeing his eyes.

But not totally impossible. The way he bites his lip doesn’t just draw your attention to his mouth, tempting, traitorous thoughts briefly crossing your mind, but it also clues you into his nervous state.

“I’m sorry.”

He speaks first, blurting the words out, seeming almost surprised at the way they escaped him before he decides to go with it, doubling down on it.

Taking a deep breath, he looks at you, whispering your name. “I’m sorry. For lying to you. For coming to you as Red Robin instead of myself. For everything. I just… I didn’t know how to handle it.”

“I know,” you sigh. “I know.”

You were in that position, too. You didn’t fuck it up this badly but… you each had your parts to play. No one is blameless here.

“I just,” he stops, looking away, hands clenching at his sides. “I want to be friends. If anything else. I want that.”

If anything else.

You understand what he is saying here.

He isn’t here under any pretenses. Isn’t expecting you to take him in with open arms. Would be fine as friends.

Well, you don’t want that.

“Tim.”

He looks at you. You extend a hand. Waiting. Not demanding.

Slowly, he comes to you. Palm sliding against yours. Warm and a little clammy, calloused but still soft.

A few inches of space separate you when he stops.

This close, you can feel the heat of him. Smell his shampoo, soft and fragrant. Eucalyptus.

You squeeze his hand once then let go.

He and Red Robin are two sides of the same coin. There is no Tim Drake without Red Robin, you think. Not right now.

Maybe it’ll change, down the line. One part of you selfishly hopes so.

You’ll always want him. But as Red Robin, the risk of losing him triples and you are greedy enough to want to mitigate it. The same with Steph. Even with Wally, who is considerably more durable. All of them, duty-bound, honor-bound. You cannot ask that of them.

Right now, though, you think you can make that demand. At least temporarily.

You reach for him. Pausing when your hands near his face. But he doesn’t move. Just looks down at you and you wonder if he can hear your heart, with how hard, how loudly, it pounds in your chest.

You have to be certain.

So, when your fingers finally touch the smooth material of the mask, before trying to lift it, you ask, in a whisper, “Can I?”

“Yes,” he breathes, some emotion you don’t know underlying his voice, one that makes your face warm and your heart skip a beat.

Your fingers find the edge, slowly, gently peeling it up. It peels and peels and peels until finally, it detaches into your hands. Almost flimsy now but with a certain weight.

That’s not what retains your attention, though.

It’s him. It’s always him.

Tim’s eyes are closed, the tiniest of wrinkles found between his brows.

You imagine what it must be like to him. Letting you do that. Peel back the final layer of him once and for all. Letting you see him. Tim. Your Tim.

Keeping the domino mask loosely grasped in one hand, your other reaches for him, your thumb finding the wrinkle between his brows. It smooths out instantly at your touch and his eyes flutter open.

There they are.

It’s a shade of blue that haunts your dreams most nights.

Usually a lighter, softer color in the light, something like cornflowers, but right now, they’re midnight sky blue, looking at you with a heavy kind of affection, warm and unbridled.

Your hand settles on his cheek. He leans into the touch. Your thumb strokes over the sensitive skin under his eye. Where dark circles mar the skin, exhaustion finally clear in his face.

You smile sadly. “You look tired, Timmy.”

“Last couple weeks,” he swallows, “have been… rough.”

“Tell me about it.”

He smiles. It’s a small thing but no less beautiful to your eyes.

Then he sobers up, gazing at you, pained. “I am sorry.”

“I know.”

“I was an idiot.”

“I know.” You take a deep breath. “We both were.”

He opens his mouth to protest but you speak before he can.

“It’s true. You know that. We didn’t handle this like we should but it’s… it’s in the past. We can’t change it. We just have to move forward.”

A slow nod, then his eyes flicker to your hand, still between you two, still holding onto the domino mask. He takes it from you.

You aren’t sure what you expect, but it’s not for him to toss it away, landing somewhere in the darkness, a near silent sound.

“Tim—“

“It’ll never come between us again,” he whispers and your breath catches at his words; his hands find yours, pulling the one on his cheek into his own, squeezing. “I promise.”

You take a second to compose yourself, letting out a slow breath.

“I believe you,” you finally say. “And… no more lies. Please. Tell me the truth. The whole truth. I want to be there for you, for all of it.”

“It’s going to hurt.”

Not a protest. Just a statement. A warning.

“So, it’s even more important for me to be there.”

He swallows, eyes searching yours. “Are you… are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“So… we’re okay?”

“No.”

His face falls. “Whatever it is… I’ll make it up to you. I swear. Whatever you want.”

“I want you.”

“You have me,” he promises.

“Not like that.”

He stiffens up, breath catching as he understands what you mean. He looks down at you, shock clear. Understanding but not truly believing. That won’t do.

“I love you, Tim. Not just as a friend but…”

You’ve said it to them both. I love you. And this ‘I love you’ isn’t better than the one you tell Steph, than the one you told him for the first time, back when your feelings were still strictly platonic. It doesn’t mean something more, something deeper, something elevated just because it’s romantic. But it’s different. In what you want. In what you long for.

He whispers your name.

You let out a slow breath. “And if you want that, too, then…”

“Of course I do,” he breathes, letting go of your hands to cup your face, bringing you closer. “Of course I do. There’s nothing else, no one else, I want. I just… I never wanted to assume.”

“I know.”

“But if you’re on board then… then we can try it out.”

It feels more like ‘trying it out,’ though. Despite the uncertainty, the whirlwind of emotions, everything that has happened, finally talking it out, finally laying everything out on the table… you’ve found solid ground. A foundation you can build upon.

It is no mere crush. No simple infatuation.

You are in love with Tim Drake. Plain and simple.

And he is in love with you, too.

You close your eyes, fingers curling around his wrists. After a beat, he presses his forehead to yours.

“I love you, too, you know,” he whispers. “I have for a long time.”

Your face is hot, flushed with heat, your heart pounding. You feel so light, like you might fall up, untethered by gravity and floaty from the cotton candy-sweet warmth unspooling in your chest, clogging your veins and the arteries of your heart. It wouldn’t be a bad way to go.

But before you do…

“Tim.”

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me.”

He kisses you.

Gently at first, tenderly, lips warm, soft, tasting faintly of spearmint. You feel like you might melt into a puddle of goo at it, at knowing it’s Tim who is kissing you so sweetly, making your knees feel a little weak.

You shuffle closer. He inhales sharply at you pressing into his space, curling around you to close the final bits of distance. It turns the kiss a little fevered, a little hungry, a little desperate.

You’ve missed him so much. You can’t stop yourself from whispering that, pulling away to do so.

He shudders at your words, lips pressing to your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck, and you open yourself up to him, too willing, too happy to let him have you like this.

He keeps saying it. Whatever you want. But he can have whatever he wants from you, too. Anything. Everything.

“I love you,” he breathes against your neck and your breath catches at the reverence in his voice. “Can you—can you say it again?”

“I love you, Tim,” you whisper and it pulls another shiver from him, lips pressing to your fluttering pulse and your knees really feel like they might give out.

Your fingers grasp the material of his jacket, tugging, and he brings his lips back to yours, giving you a mind-numbing, synapse-slowing kiss.

You separate eventually, foreheads pressed together, trying to catch your breath.

“Will you stay?” you ask softly.

“I’ll stay,” he promises, leaning back to press a heartachingly tender kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes, holding onto him.

After a moment, he pulls away, shedding his jacket, draping it over the footboard. You close the curtains over your window, then crawl into bed. When Tim comes over, he tries to push you over. Not hard. A gentle—persistent—nudge to your shoulder, keeping in mind your injury, though you should tell him that it’s healing much better at nearly three weeks since it happened. Enough so that Steph said she could see about Crystal coming over to take the stitches out, just to avoid waiting at the hospital, and the bill, too.

“Oh, hey—”

“Let me sleep there,” he urges. “I feel better if you’re furthest from the window.”

“Hero types, I swear.”

He doesn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he leans down and scoops you into his arms. You yelp and he shushes you. You can’t stop your giggles as he unceremoniously drops you on the other side of the bed, the one closest to the door. He crawls in after you.

“You’re going to wake them up,” he whispers but he’s grinning, too, as he slides under the covers, laying on his side.

“Who’s fault is that?” you shoot back. “Just ‘cause you and your savior complex need to be by the window—”

He muffles his snickers into the pillow, eyes closed, lips spread in a grin. Your chest warms and you wiggle closer to him.

Tim lifts an arm so you can settle against his side. Wary of the gauze on the hollow of his throat, you settle for tucking your head underneath his chin, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

He strokes a hand down your back, a warm brand between your shoulder blades. Sleep isn’t far off your conscience, right at the edges of it, and with the warmth of his body and the reassurance of his embrace, you’re moving fast to it.

But before you do…

“Tim.”

“Hmm?”

“You’ll… you’ll be here in the morning, right?”

His arm tightens around you. You feel him press a kiss to your hair.

“I’ll be here. I promise.”

And he is.

When you rouse an indeterminate amount of time later, awakened by the sounds of activity outside your door—Wade’s high-pitched giggles, Wally’s low murmurs to him as he feeds him breakfast, the water running in the pipes as Linda uses the bathroom—Tim is still there. With you.

Deep in sleep, still, even with the slivers of light that come in from your window and the noises coming in from outside. Probably the repercussions of his ‘rough couple weeks.’ It’s quite similar with you, if you’re being honest. Besides, you hardly mind, basking in the feel of your legs tangled together underneath the blankets, the heavy but reassuring weight of his arm around you.

You manage to pull away a little bit to look at him, blinking out the bleariness in your eyes as you rest your head on the pillow, his face a couple inches from yours. Eyes shut, dark lashes casting shadows over his cheeks, breathing soft and slow. His hair is a mess, some parts of it flat from the pillow and sticking up in other areas. You spy a few creases from the pillow on his cheek, too. But even with that, he is still so beautiful to you.

You sigh, snuggling closer to him, shifting so you can run your fingers through his hair, your eyes falling shut again. You can stand to sleep a little while longer.

He lets out a soft, contented sigh as your fingers glide through his hair, gently taking out tangles as you go.

You pull away after a moment, feeling sleep lapping at your senses again.

You doze for a little while, rousing again to more noise from outside. The sound of the TV. Wally and Linda murmuring to each other. Wade giggling.

Tim shifts, groaning quietly. The sound, rough with sleep, makes something inside you clench, sparks of heat waking you up more fully so you can watch him wake up, too.

He rolls onto his back, stretching, then sagging into the mattress. You stay curled up on your side, your calf thrown over his, watching him wake up with a small smile on your lips that you know must be horribly lovesick.

Finally, he turns to look at you, blinking the sleep out of his eyes.

“Hi.”

He gives you a sleepy smile. “Hi. Watching me sleep? Weirdo.”

He still has pillow creases on his face. You reach up to trace them.

“Well, you like this weirdo.”

“I love this weirdo,” he corrects. “Guess it’s fair, considering my night job.”

“Right. Watching you sleep—which I wasn’t, by the way, I was just waiting for you to wake up—”

“Sounds an awful lot like watching me sleep—”

You grin and pinch his cheek. He grunts, halfheartedly batting your hand away and taking it in his, lacing your fingers together.

“Anyway. That’s not that big of an offense compared to, oh, I don’t know, dressing up and fighting crime each night.”

“Think that’s part of the whole ‘we love each other thing,’” he teases.

You smile. “I guess so.”

“So, then…” His eyes stray from your face, to something else, nerves clear as day; too early in the morning for him to make a solid attempt at hiding them from you and well. You know him. For better and for worse.

“Mmhm?”

“I guess I should take you on a date.”

“You guess?”

He blushes, red settling high in his cheeks in a way that is… decidedly tempting. “I mean I should. If—if you want to, of course.”

“I didn’t kiss you just for kicks, you know.”

“I sure hope not,” he agrees, looking back at you, face softening. “Will you, then?”

“Of course, Timmy.”

“And maybe…” He turns, reaching for you. You go easily, your fingers still tracing the pillow creases on his cheek. A strong arm wraps around your shoulders as he turns onto his side. In the warm light of the morning, his eyes are a softer shade of blue, the one you know and love.

“Maybe…?”

“Maybe… you’ll give me the honor of being my girlfriend?”

Oh, geez.

Your face flares with heat, heart skipping a beat.

“You cornball.”

“You love it.”

Your palm finally settles on his cheek—hot to the touch, too, flush still lingering behind. You lean forward to press your lips to his forehead. He lets out a shuddery breath, arm tightening around you briefly.

“Yes, Tim,” you murmur against his skin. “I would be happy to.”

“Thank you,” he whispers, but it doesn’t like he’s thanking you for agreeing to it—at least, not just that.

Maybe for everything.

But— “You don’t have to thank me. It’s not… I love you. That’s all there is and that’s all there ever will be.”

You pull back, thumb stroking over his cheek. He leans forward, lips pressing gently to your cheek. Your fingers find their way into his hair, sighing contentedly as he kisses down to your jaw.

You get so caught up in that, the knock on your door scares the shit out of you both.

Wally calls out your name. “You up, kiddo? Lin’s makin’ eggs and rice.”

Tim pulls away quickly and you sit up, your face hot.

“I’ll, um, be out in a few.” Your voice is steady, thankfully, but you can’t say much about your pulse, your heart beating out of your chest. Tim is sitting up, too, looking around the room—presumably for the mask he discarded last night.

“Okay,” Wally says. “Will Tim be joining us?”

You both freeze.

You should’ve known better, really. Wally’s been doing this for a long time. Nothing much will slip by him. Not unless he lets it.

Tim turns an impressive shade of red. Tempting, like it always is, but mostly, you just feel like a teenager caught red-handed with her boyfriend.

…Which isn’t too incorrect of a description.

You look at him, lost.

He clears his throat, raising his voice to respond. “I—uh, yeah, if you don’t mind.”

“That’s fine,” Wally responds cheerfully. “Hope you aren’t allergic to sesame because I don’t care and I’m not going out to get something different for you.”

“Wally!”

Tim smiles, shaking his head. “I’m not allergic.”

“Too bad,” he says. “It’ll be ready in a few.”

Footsteps leave. Wally hums to himself loudly, happily.

You and Tim look at each other for a second before a giggle escapes you. Then another. He joins you in the next second, until you two are laughing loudly, listing into each other and flopping onto the bed.

In the kitchen, even from here, you can hear Wally and Linda laughing, too.

You grin breathlessly, looking at Tim’s smiling face, and decide the embarrassment of getting caught out is worth it, if you get to have this. All of them.

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find your cinderella

꒰‧₊˚✩彡‧꒱ ┊ ━━━━ chapter one

꒰⸝⸝₊ʚ♡ɞ ┊ streamer!reader x mystery hsr character ꒱

꒰⸝⸝₊ʚ♡ɞ ┊ otome event ꒱

꒰ ☰ WORD COUNT ┊780 ꒱

꒰ ☰ DESCRIPTION ┊ ━━ When you do an unboxing livestream for your subsribers, you find an invite to an exclusive event called the "Find Your Cinderella" masquerade gala where you are guaranteed to find your supposed true love, as a rather enthusiastic manager told you. ꒱

꒰ ☰ NOTES ┊omg sorry for the long wait!! i was taking care of my college admissions, exercising, and taking care of my aunt all at the same time!! ꒱

previously ┊masterlist

You read the livechat so far. It seemed that the majority wanted you to go.

It was understandable why. This all seemed to be so exciting for regular people who don’t get to go to these events. In your career as a streamer, most of your appeal to viewers came from how relatable you were. Of course, there was also your gaming content but most your subscribers seem to just be happy to watch you do fun stuff. And in their eyes, this event would be the most fun thing you’ll ever get to do.

Despite how strange this all seemed, it probably shouldn’t hurt to go, right? Sugo said that something good will come out of it no matter what happens. Plus, if you didn’t go, would you regret it? Would you later lie in bed late at night, thinking of what could’ve been? Would your curiosity ever stop bugging you about it?

Also 500,000 credits sounded real good for just going to a party and tolerating it.

You clasped your hands together. “Alright then! I’ll be attending the Find Your Cinderella Gala and see what it’s about!”

Your chat cheered for the decision.

You then noticed the time. 12 midnight.

“Aw man, sorry guys but it’s getting pretty late so I’ll be logging off now. I’ll see you guys next time!”

With one last farewell wave, you switched off the stream and checked the statistics. Wow, it seemed to be at an all time high. At least Sugo was right about one thing. It’d only be a matter of time until the news of this gala spread like wildfire.

You found a QR code on the back of the ticket so you scanned it with your phone. It led to a website for the FYC Gala.

You clicked the “attending” button, leaning back on your seat. Seeing the dress code, you checked the package once again and saw that the outfit came with shoes, accessories, and a mask already. Huh, they really prepared everything for you. At least you wouldn’t have to spend extra money. Getting that limited edition LumiPro package already put a slight dent in your finances, after all.

It finished loading and you read the words: “Added to the guest list”

A yawn escaped your lips.

You got off the chair and went over your nightly routine before passing out in your bed.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep—

Click.

You pulled your hand away from your alarm and sat up, yawning. Taking a glance at your clock, you saw that it was 9am.

After a round of stretching, you got off your bed and made a beeline for the kitchen.

You decided to eat tocilog for breakfast so you started cooking rice, eggs, and tocino. A pleasant scent wafted through the kitchen as the meal was being cooked. You let out a delighted sigh, enjoying the smell of a good meal in the morning.

After the meal was finished cooking, you sat down at your dining table to eat it. You made a pleased noise as you ate, satisfied with how the meal came out.

Ding!

You checked your phone and saw that you got a message from your editor, Cori.

Huh? Your eyebrows furrowed so you sent a quick reply and did as asked, looking at online news.

“Streamer’s Unboxing Stream Gets Hijacked By LumiPro Event Organiser in Publicity Stunt”

You checked LumiTube and clips of your stream have been uploaded on there, rapidly gaining over a million views within 12 hours. Damn.

Taking a sip of your water, you leaned back with a contemplative expression on your face. What should you stream today?

With your current status as a streamer that recently became viral, you could take advantage of that and do a stream where you prepare for the FYC Gala by going to a salon and letting viewers watch you get your nails and hair done, then maybe also booking a makeup artist for before the gala, if needed.

But since there was still about two weeks until the gala, you figured there was no rush.

Besides that, you could do a gaming stream since you still need to complete Freya’s Gate 5.

As if a light bulb flickered above your head, your eyes lit up and you took your phone out, logging onto Trotter.

Tap. Tap. Taptaptap.

A series of typing noises came from your phone and you pressed post.

This way, you can let your followers choose what you'll be doing today without having to do the heavy work of making a decision, truly a predicament for someone as indecisive as yourself.

And now you just wait for the results.

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allthingsfangirl101 · 9 months

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Diner Girl – Joe Keery

Joe walked into the diner and smiled when no one even noticed him. He was about to sit down but he looked around the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. He couldn't help but feel disappointed when he didn't see her.

She was the whole reason he came to this mom-and-pop diner. The first time he saw her, she was reading a book and drinking coffee. He could still remember the smile on her face when the waitress brought her burger. He could still remember how she used an old picture as a bookmark and how she put her book safely back in her bag when the waitress brought her food.

After about a week, Joe figured out that the girl came here every day for lunch. She worked as a fashion magazine editor nearby and used the diner to get away from the busy buzz of the fashion world. She loved the diner because she used to come here with her parents every Friday. Her dad worked at a factory nearby, so she and her mother would meet him here for lunch. She loved coming here because it reminded her of when life was simpler.

Of course, Joe only knew this because he overheard her talking to the head waitress, Gertrude.

He walked over and sat at the bar, still looking around to make sure he hadn't missed her when he walked in.

"Welcome back, Joe." He looked up to see Gertrude walking out of the kitchen and toward him. "She's not here yet," she said with a knowing look. Joe opened his mouth to say something but Gertrude just laughed. "She should be here soon, though."

"I wasn't. . . I mean. . . Who?"

"Oh, sweetie," she sighed. "I know you don't come here for the greasy fries and the overpriced burgers. You come here for that sweet girl."

As she said that, she pointed behind Joe at the door. He turned around, his breath getting stuck in his throat when he saw Y/N walking in. He glanced over at Gertrude to see her smirking at him. His stomach dropped when she sent him a wink.

"Hey, cute girl," she said to get Y/N's attention. "Why don't you sit right here, beautiful?"

As she pointed to a seat on the bar just a couple of bar stools away from Joe, she sent him a look.

"Thanks, Gertie," Y/N chuckled. Joe's heart jumped into his throat as she smiled. Joe loved to watch her smile. He wished that he was the reason for that smile.

His stomach dropped when Y/N's perfect smile faded.

"You okay, sweet girl?" Gertrude asked, reaching across the bar and grabbing Y/N's hands.

"I'm fine," Y/N said, not at all convincingly. "It's just. . . Work."

Gertrude smiled sadly as she squeezed Y/N's hands. "Why don't I get you a cup of tea? On the house."

Before Gertrude left to get her some tea, she glanced at Joe. Joe looked at Y/N to see her playing with her nails. He wanted nothing more than to run to her, wrap her in his arms, listen to her vent about her job, and tell her everything was going to be okay.

Joe ate his lunch, forcing himself to resist the urge to stare at Y/N. He rehearsed what he could say to her several times, but nothing sounded smooth enough.

"Can you pass me the mustard?"

Joe froze when he realized she was talking to him. He turned towards her to see her smiling and pointing at the mustard in front of him.

"This one is all out," she continued.

"Of course," he stuttered. He cleared his throat and grabbed the mustard bottle. He was about to hand it to her when he got an idea. He wasn't sure if this was a good idea or dorky, but he did it anyway.

He put the mustard back on the counter and slid it over to her. He held his breath as he waited for Y/N's response. He let out a sigh of relief when she giggled. She caught the mustard and winked at him.

"Thanks."

"My name's Joe," he blurted out before she could turn her attention back to her burger.

"Y/N," she greeted.

"I have to be honest," Joe stuttered, "this might be weird but I umm. . . I've seen you here before."

"That's not weird," she chuckled. "I'm here every day. And if it makes you feel better, I recognize you."

"You do?" Joe couldn't help but ask.

"Of course," she said instantly. "I recognized you instantly, Steve Harrington."

Joe could feel his face burning when she teased him. Usually, he hated it when someone recognized him and called him Steve Harrington. But when Y/N did it, his stomach flipped.

"If I'm being honest, I hated that role at first," Joe confessed.

"Really?" Y/N asked. "Sure, it was rough, but that first season set Steve up for an amazing character arc. I mean, he is the definition of character development."

Y/N suddenly stopped talking, her face turning red. "Sorry," she mumbled. "That was extremely embarrassing."

"It wasn't," Joe tried to reassure her. He gathered as much courage as he could before he said, "Do you wanna join me?"

"I'd love to," she said sweetly as she smiled at him. Joe cleared his throat trying to get rid of the sudden lump as she grabbed her food and scooted over onto the bar stool next to him.

Joe and Y/N spent the next hour, eating their food and talking to each other. The longer they talked, the harder Joe fell. They talked about Joe's career and the different roles he's had. They talked about Y/N's career. Apparently, her boss was crazy and was constantly making her jump through hoops. She was starting to get tired of it.

"This probably isn't my place," he said hesitantly, "but have you thought about quitting?"

"I can't," she sighed. "I've got bills to pay and rent and car insurance and. . . I need a job."

"I'm sorry," he said gently. "I wish there was something I could do."

"It's not your fault," she said softly. She smiled as she added, "But thank you, Joe."

Joe's heart sank when she looked at the watch on her wrist. "Speaking of which," she sighed, "I should be getting back. I had a lot of fun though."

"Me too," Joe said, his stomach going crazy. He cleared his throat and added, "Good luck at work."

"Thanks," she said, sending him a knowing look. "I'll need all the luck I can get."

Joe bit his lip when she gently put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed. "See you around, Harrington."

"Hey, Y/N?" Joe said before she could leave. When she turned around, he forgot what he was going to say. When he remembered, he cleared his throat. "I was wondering if you'd like to go get dinner sometime?"

"Really?"

"Really," he said, hoping her question wasn't one of anger or scoffing. "I really enjoyed talking to you and I'd love to get to know you better."

"I'd love to get to know you better, too," she smiled. Y/N reached into her bag and handed him her work card.

"Call me."

"I will," he said before he could stop himself. "I will definitely call you."

"I'll be waiting."

#joe keery x reader #joe keery imagines #joe keery #orignal content

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coffincestuous · 5 months

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happy may!! you know what that means…

kit9 progress report #5

this time, we get these two images:

brand new andrew sprite!! clearly something is wrong. it isn’t out of the question to assume that this andrew is probably possessed. i don’t think andrew would be making that face while talking to himself about camping of all things. he’s on his own, somewhere, with a perfectly good demon-summoning setup right there! i wonder where ashley is?

and, speaking of ashley, we have the… kind of intense second picture. yeah, i know, cannibalism and incest game and i find her crying to be intense. but, we’ve never seen ashley cry before. we’ve seen her shout whine and pout, and we’ve seen her hysterical, but we’ve never seen her full-on sobbing. she looks so defeated :( her makeup is messy, her eyes are flat, and she just generally doesn’t look like she’s having a nice time. i’ve seen people assume that she’s thinking about andrew here, and i agree! who else could make ashley feel so bad??

(poor girl…)

next, we have a new video!!

youtube

here are some screenshots:

lots to dissect here!!

i think this place is the same abandoned place we saw in the previous devlog! which is, of course, the abandoned factory that we know they played at as kids. we don’t see much of the building from the flashbacks with nina in episodes one and two, but the implication is there.

second, andrew accidentally summoned a demon!! as an adult, he’s proud of ashely for doing the same thing. well, hers was on purpose, even if she got there accidentally. anyway, i wonder what kind of “deal” actually happened, because i don’t think this demon hated vegetables like carrots and broccoli. this post proposes that the term “vegetables” has something to do with cannibalism…

…i hope it’s not as ableist as it sounds, but… maybe…?

andy wakes up some time later, laying in the circle when he wasn’t before, and is covered in red flowers. we see these same red flowers in ashley’s demon-dreams. the summoning circle is different than the ones we’ve seen so far, but we learned with andrew and ashley’s parents that the layout of the circle and pentagrams don’t exactly matter when summoning demons. it can be an oval, there could be any number of smaller pentagrams, it’s whatever. that may be because of the trinket ashley has, but lord unknown was able to be summoned instead of ashley’s demon, so who knows!

andy questions how he passed out, and says that he “thought [he] ate enough at lunch.” we already know the graves’ parents aren’t the best, and we know that they severely neglected ashley. we also know that mr. graves neglected andrew, and couldn’t even remember his name. it wouldn’t surprise me if andy and leyley went without food sometimes, or even frequently, or more often than not. and, it wouldn’t surprise me if andrew prioritized ashley eating over himself eating, too. it’s something that i’ll keep in mind going in to episode three!!

we see leyley scream in the video, and the player as andy rushes to her. the youtube video cuts off before andy leaves this room, but it makes me wonder: what would make leyley scream? she isn’t yelling, either at someone or something, and we’ve seen that she’s pretty unimpressed with stuff that’d usually make kids upset (abandoned buildings, dead bodies, murder, horror movies, and more). so, what happened? did she see something? hear something? who or what would make leyley scream?

hmm…

also, a workaround has been found for the technical issues mentioned last devlog, which i’m happy about! they’re now focusing on enhancing the editor tools to hopefully get back on track to “make up for lost time,” as they said. i’m still super excited for episode three!!!

#tcoaal #the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal screencaps #coffin.txt #analysis #devlog

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realisticfanfictions · 9 months

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𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕤 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕤/𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣𝕤

There's not a lot of strawhats-in-the-real-world AUs, so I'm here to fill that void! This has been on my mind for a hot minute now, so let's talk about the characters in One Piece if they were youtubers!

Click to reveal!

Luffy - Travel Vlogger

Channel: IAMLUFFY

Subscriber Count: 7 Million.

Luffy would 100% be the unintentionally annoying vlogger who just streams and records everything. He's more likely to shove a camera in your face by accident, but he's also the guy who makes really engaging content and does more unique things than your average vlogger. He'd actually be a pretty big name in the vlogging sphere I'd imagine, and while vlogging channels tend to have lower subcounts, I think that 7m would be a good number for him to have. Luffy would also be down to record with other people (regardless of their sub count), and wouldn't mind traveling halfway across the world to do a one-off collab (especially if you agree to feed him).

His content: His content would revolve around travel, food, everyday living, and funny anecdotes. The editing would be very fast-paced with lots of graphics, and sound effects. He'd need to have an editor, and that poor editor would just be swamped with hours upon hours of random footage of him eating, or picking his nose. Lots of B-roll potential!

Videos:

BIGGEST SLIDE in the WORLD! | Brazil Adventures!

Monkeys STOLE my $2000 CAMERA! (ft. Nami) | Bali Adventures!

I almost DIED!! | Climbing Mount Everest Day #3!

Zoro - Fitness Guru/Vlogger.

Channel: Roronoa Zoro

Subscriber Count: 3 Million.

It's a no-brainer that Zoro would be a fitness influencer. He would never have thought of becoming an influencer, but Luffy probably recorded him working out in some of his early vlogs, and convinced him to start his own channel. He wouldn't be as into vlogging as Luffy, and definitely wouldn't put much of his personal life out there, but he'd still show what he did and make it somewhat entertaining. Zoro would have fangirls up the wazoo! Especially since he trains without his shirt on, and always shows himself working out. I don't think he'd do collabs on his channel, but he'd always accept being in one of Luffy's vlogs, or even guest starring on Sanji's show (more on that later--).

Content: I think his content would be focused on posting his daily schedule, what he ate, how he worked out, etc. as well as a weekly weigh-in. He'd occasionally post his kendo tournaments and would encourage people to try it out, and make tutorials on all things kendo. I have a feeling he'd probably have the most sponsorship offers, but he'd turn down the vast majority of them (since a lot of them are scams). I don't think he'd have an editor since he seems like the kind of guy to just slap it together with some music behind it and post it to YT or Insta. I can even imagine him getting quite decent at editing and filming, and using Brook's music (with permission ofc). I think he'd also talk about stuff about the gym, what he likes vs. doesn't like, and sometimes talk while he works out.

Videos:

Don't do this at the gym.

I hate gym memberships.

Kendo Tournament 2023.

Sanji - Cooking Show

Channel: Devil's Kitchen with Sanji

Subscriber Count: 3 Million.

I don't think I need to explain why Sanji would have a cooking show, but I imagine it more like Binging with Babish with fun challenges, instead of straight up Kitchen Nightmares/reality TV. He'd have the highest production value out of the strawhats with a cameraman and 2-3 editors, and he'd probably be the only one to actually get a show on cable (separate from his YT). Sanji would be more likely to bring guests onto his show, and I can see Zoro being a frequent guest. Would not be surprised if they start a podcast tbh. Wouldn't be surprised if they also lived together

Content:

His content would be a lot less 'indie' feeling and more high quality. Lots of cool camera angles and editing. His stuff would end up on Food P*rn I'd imagine. Like, all the time. Sanji would probably be asked to collab with other people, and he'd take a lot more sponsorships too. Soy Sauce wants to sponsor him? Hell yeah, he'd do it! Bang Energy Drink? Well, no. He still has standards. I can imagine him doing a lot of 'How-to' videos and diet-focused videos, like "How to Cook for Vegans", or "Best Gluten-Free Recipes". He'd probably be in and out of relationships quite a lot too, maybe some controversies? (Lemme know if ya'll want some headcannons for that.)

Videos:

Chocolate Kisses for Valentine | Cooking with Sanji.

Professional Chef vs Home Cook (ft. My Dumb Roommate.)

Tricking Meat-Eaters with Vegan Alternatives (Beyond Meat.)

^^ That one is 100% sponsored btw.

And that's the end of that! Lemme know if you guys want to see more, or have any suggestions!

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omiiomiaaus · 1 year

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Toji’s music taste

headcanons

Headcanons on what songs or music i think toji would like but it’s really just what i like bc i’m lazy and don’t wanna look up new songs.

warnings: none??? some mentions of sex but no details, not proofread, literally none??

☆ Just gotta say one thing… this man was in his prime life in the 2000s…. He was listening to songs that are older than me 🥸

☆ okay Megumi canonically listens to weezer so i think he got some of his music taste from Toji. (i think almost everyone that develops a liking for rock gets it from childhood roadtrips with their dad)

☆ Toji only plays his music in the car.. he can’t stand the radio. …100% played buddy holly and meg picked up on it

☆ it’s mostly alternative and rock with the occasional hip/hop songs but he doesn’t really like new music, he’s an oldie after all

☆ he definitely listens to Coldplay oh my god i think that would probably be one of his favorite bands bc their songs are soft and helps him fall asleep (literally me)

☆ his favorite coldplay song is clocks bc he’s a little basic but it’s the most classic song like??

☆ he taps to the beat of any song on the steering wheel and only mouths the lyrics bc he doesn’t like his singing voice.

☆Toji and deftones >>>>>>> he definitely went to their concerts (his favorite songs are birthmark and rosemary)

☆ Is the type to act surprised when a good song comes on and put the volume on blast while saying “Oh shit” even though it’s his own playlists

☆ his gym playlist consists of heavy metal or rock songs that get him in the mood to use all his strength. (and some phonk songs bc he likes to pretend he’s in a movie but he’d never admit that.) so a lot of Metallica, Type O negative, Pantera, and Slipknot

☆ I GET MAJOR TOJI VIBES WHEN I LISTEN TO ‘I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU’ BY THREE DAYS GRACE!!!!!!!

☆ as for hip/hop he likes in da club by 50 cent and and without me by Eminem. those real 2000s vibe songs. none of the new stuff. He actually really does like Eminem.

☆ like??? 3am by Eminem just sounds like him… real villain shit

☆ he also really likes outcast. so fresh so clean is his songgggg. He holds his fist up like a fake mic and says “don’t you think i’m so sexy i’m just so fresh so clean” then holds it up to your lips for you to say “so fresh and so clean clean” and he won’t move his hand until you say it. also quotes “the coolest motherfuckers on the planet” randomly.

☆ he prefers r&b songs for his sex playlist. slow and sensual songs. and one joke song that he plays Russian roulette with when he presses shuffle. It absolutely kills your mood but he laughs his ass off when you’re in the middle of fucking and all of a sudden the speakers are blaring “you get the limo out front… hottest styles, every shoe, every color.”

☆ This mf got a Hanna Montana song from your nostalgia playlist and thought it would be funny to include in the sex playlist…

☆ Okay Toji is the type of guy to not play music in the shower bc he’s a psycho and just takes 3 minute showers (we all know he doesn’t wanna rack up that water bill) BUT when he does.. it’s a quick playlist filled with songs he doesn’t really like so he can hurry up and get out.

☆ Okay the songs I feel like he’d actually listen to are way different than songs for the vibes he gives off…

☆ He gives off major ‘she knows’ vibes by Ne-Yo, and it’s because of that one edit on tiktok… lord bless those editors for taking two second clips of Toji and making it something so scrumptious

☆ ‘monster’ by lady Gaga is another vibe bc “he ate my heart” that part reminds me of him for some reason… he can eat more than just my heart :)))))))

☆ also ‘lights down low’ by maejor and ‘no hands’ by waka flocka.. literally frat boy vibes but its so fanon him right???

☆ any phonk song reminds me of him because tell me he wouldn’t listen to that shit just to get in the zone????

☆ the lost soul down (specifically the sped up version) is just so himmmmmm <33… again it’s probably because of all the edits but still!!

☆ shine dreams (also the sped up version) idk who it’s by there’s so many versions lol but just any song like that >>>

☆ I also think of him when I listen to ‘level7’ by OSAKA… idk something about it…

That’s all I have for now :)

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truexnfootball · 2 years

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Meet Your Mama pt2

Am I insane? Yes. Am I releasing this the same day as pt 1? Probably not. Will there be a pt 3? Most definitely. 18+ this time!!

You helped grab Travis 2 week of clothes from his dresser and closet, folded them neatly in his suitcase and zipped it up.

He came up behind you and gave your ass a swat.

"HEY!" you yelled. He only laughed before pulling you into a hug and kissing your head.

"Let me get these for you madame." He said picking up his bags.

"I was hoping you wouldn't make me carry them, their your clothes." You said following him out to your car.

He put his bags in the back of the car and opened your door for you.

"After you m'lady." He said with a goofy grin on his face

"Thank you kind sir." You said pinching his cheek before placing a kiss to the area.

"Your gonna make me blush Y/N." He said mocking your southern accent.

You couldn't help but cackle at how silly he sounded. You couldn't wait for him to meet your family and evidently, put him to some real work on the ranch.

He kept his hand on your thigh the whole way to the airport, stealing a kiss once and again at red lights.

Your parents would pick you both up at the the airport in Dallas once you landed. Travis still has no idea where your going. He's just happy to be with you for 2 weeks.

He parked the car, grabbed both of his and your bags and opened your door for you.

"Trav quit acting like my chauffeur."

"I just love you so much, I want to make you happy." He said smiling at you.

You went to take your bags from him but he quickly stood in the way.

"What do you want now Kelce?"

"Don't think I was gonna let you walk away without paying me." He said tapping his cheek, expecting a kiss.

You let out a sigh and payed him his due, and swiped your bags while he was distracted.

He laughed at the way you sassily walked away from him and hurried after you.

You sat with him, waiting for the call to board the plane. He had headphones on and thankfully couldn't hear when it came over the loudspeaker to board the plane headed to Dallas Love Field Airport.

You both stood up and walked to what he calls "the shutte". He put 2 bags in the overhead storage and you made sure to take the window seat. He settled into the seat next to you and started to doze off. You took the opportunity to nudge your way under his arm and take a nap too.

You woke later to him grunting, as he was just waking up too.

"Good morning to you too big guy." You said looking up at him, laughing a little.

"Mm, are we there yet?" He asked half awake.

"Yeah I guess." You were looking out your window now, getting ready to stand up. The other passengers were getting off, and Travis just wanted to sleep.

"C'mon Trav, we gotta get off." You said climbing over him to grab his right arm in an attempt to pull him up.

"Alright fine." He grumbled, getting annoyed with having to wake up and move.

You grabbed the luggage and Travis was close to follow. You spotted your mom and dad in the parking lot.

You dropped your bags and ran to them. They hugged you and told you how much they missed you. Then he was spotted. The 6'5 hunk you brought with you.

"Oh my god is that..." Your mom started

"Yep, I brought the one and only Travis Kelce with me." You said, pretty damn proud of yourself.

He said hi to both your parents, hugged your mom and shook your dad's hand. Your mom was still shocked as ever with the fact her daughter had brought this stud of a man with her.

They both drove you and Travis to the ranch and showed him around. They had set up another bed in your room for Travis, but you both knew they would be pushed together.

(Editor Ema here, I'm skipping a BUNCH at least to the spicy parts because I wanna include that right about now, so stuffs gonna go quick.)

As your family ate supper, you created small talk with your mom about your life in KC, while your dad talked to Travis about football.

Once you all finished eating, your parents went outside to run some yearlings and you ran upstairs to get changed into pajamas. Know and behold your new man was right behind you as you bent over to grab your jeans off the floor.

"Whew baby, that's one sight that should be the 8th wonder of the world." He said grabbing your ass and pushing lightly on your back.

"Unhand my ass Kelce before I donkey kick you." You said, trying to sound authoritative.

"Awww, pretty girl tryna act tough?" He questioned seductively.

"No, I'm telling you to let me go before you regret this."

"Oh I won't regret a thing sweetheart " he said before picking you up and throwing you on the bed.

You grunted at the impact. Trying to get up, but you felt his hand shove you back down and his large arms cage you in.

"I've waited for this long enough." He said before kissing you roughly. His hands grabbing whatever flesh he could before finally resting one on your left breast and the other on your lower abdomen.

You grabbed his shirt and started to unbutton it while he worked the buttons on your shirt too. Eventually, he got pissed at how long it was taking him, and ripped your shirt in half, discarding it somewhere in the room.

You pushed his shirt off and threw it somewhere and let your hands run over his chest and back. You were too dazed in the heat of the kiss and didn't realize your hand wandered to his crotch, but you knew you felt something hard.

"Watch those hands baby girl, you'll get it soon enough." He said letting out a slight moan before slipping a hand between your legs. He unbuckled his belt and took his pants off, leaving him in just his boxers.

"Take them off Trav." You said trying to catch your breath. He slid his boxers off, revealing his thick member which you immediately took in your hand. He moaned and you prayed to God your parents were still outside.

You took the opportunity to push him off you and get on top. He pulled your underwear down and slid into you. Both of you let out moans as you moved up and down his length.

"Fuck baby, that's so good. Your so good to me aren't you?" He started rambling but the little moans he was letting out were so hot you didn't even want to tell him to stop.

"God Trav this hurts." You said slowing down your pace.

He flipped you both over, hoping to make it easier on you.

He started off slow to let you adjust more, and once you did he picked up pace. Before you knew it he was pounding into you with such force you knew you were going to feel him for weeks.

"OH MY GOD TRAV!" you screamed, gripping his shoulders, hoping to ground yourself.

"I got you baby, I'm almost there." He said with a few hard thrusts before you let out a loud moan and your eyes rolled to the back of your head and he leaned over you more.

A few more brutal thrusts and he was coming with you. Both of you were sent into a drunken daze of lust and passion.

You both came down from your high, and he laid next to you. He faced you and smiled.

"God Y/N, I don't know what was better, winning my second Super Bowl or this."

You laughed and kissed his cheek, "Well Trav, I don't know what was better, seeing your ass earlier or this." You grabbed his ass before giving him another kiss.

He pulled you to him and grumbled against your cheek.

"You better stop that or your gonna get it Y/N."

"I wouldn't complain one bit Travvy." You said before wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on him before drifting off to sleep.

Omg this was a piece of work that's for sure 😅. I never wrote smutty stuff like this so if it's weird, please don't hesitate to let me know. I PROMISE rancher Travis is in the next part, I really wanted to dip my toe in smut and I'm not really sure I like how it turned out. Anywho, I've been dealing with another illness, I was 90% sure it was COVID, but I have my taste and smell, just can't breathe in much or it hurts. This is my 3rd time being sick since December. Everything is okay with me and my mom, just hoping my grandma doesn't get it this bad. She's already showing signs of it and I can only help her and pray. Anywho, toodaloo lovelies, off to write pt 3 where we put Sir Travis on a horse 😂. This is gonna be fun.

Here are the @'s for this fic: @elovesjm and @godsfavoritebabe

And the hashtags:

#travis kelce fic #travis strikes again #travis kelce #kc chiefs #kansas city chiefs #chiefs #kelce x reader

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manhandlememando · 6 months

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The Alcott Ch. 2

Chapter 2: right where you left me

jay halstead x f!reader, frank castle x f!reader

tw: lil bit of angst, mentions of murder, descriptions of violence and bodily injuries, blood mention, 3rd person POV (she/ her)

chicago pd x the punisher crossover

(series is ongoing)

She couldn’t let it go. Every fiber of her being begged her to let the whole situation lie, but she couldn’t. Being an investigative reporter by trade she was too curious for her own good. Having gotten a job reporting for a news broadcasting company in downtown Chicago, her first instinct was to write about the incident. However, she knew that by coming to her editors with a story about a murderous vigilante having risen from the dead, she would be fired instantaneously.

Her curiosity ate away at her as the days passed after her encounter with the vigilante. How was he alive? She thought to herself. She had seen firsthand the explosion that was supposed to kill him, and it didn’t seem like someone would have been able to survive it. There was also a body found in the wreckage that matched his descriptors and with that the case had been closed. It had been over a year since then and now suddenly he had resurfaced in Chicago. She had to know why?

She was still stuck, frozen and staring into that dark alley. Her breath hitching at the memory of seeing that flash of his face. The hood he was wearing covered most of his face but the street lamp at the very edge of the alley provided her with a flash of light to his face as he stalked towards her.

She couldn’t forget the way his arms encased her with pressure but not force, it was clear he didn’t want to hurt her in any way. That is what puzzled her the most; how could a serial murderer not want to kill someone?

Unless he wasn’t one.

Looking at his mugshot staring back at her from her computer screen, she only had one thought; who was the real Frank Castle?

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Frank’s P.O.V

Blow after blow echoed throughout the skeletal body of the building, the unfinished walls causing the sounds of the hammer to bounce between them. His roars did the same. Growling animalistically as he brought the hammer down onto concrete over, and over, and over again.

Working construction was the only way Frank could make a living now that his identity had to be stripped. He was now known as “Pete Castillone” and all he had to the name was a construction job and a one bedroom apartment. After his very timely death on the East Coast, he decided to use his newfound anonymity to his advantage. Traveling the country in search of more of those who were responsible for his family’s murder. However, since coming to Chicago, the life that “Pete” lived was very simple and very quiet. Frank needed that, after everything that had happened he needed the quiet. Although, “quiet” is typically synonymous with “alone”, and that’s NOT what Frank needed and he feared it had become something of a curse for him.

About a week ago, Frank had picked up some chatter about a local Chicago gang having had something to do with a family massacre in New York. Rival gang war had gone national apparently. Frank knew that the cartels in New York City were responsible, however he didn’t know which cartel, or whom within them actually had anything to do with it. However, having tracked down one of the members of the local gang, Frank found his opportunity to get the information he needed with whatever means necessary.

A harsh yell escapes his lips as he brings the sledgehammer down again onto the concrete. With each impact of the hammer he began to relive the other night all over again.

The tire iron in his hand coming down onto the man’s chest, over and over again.

“Who gave the FUCKING ORDER?!” Frank screamed as the man lies silently, gurgling blood from his mouth.

Having come to Chicago with the sole intention of finally avenging his murdered wife, son, and daughter, Frank thought his mission would be simpler than it was turning out to be. The more people he found, the more secrets he uncovered on the true identity of the person who ordered the execution of his family.

As the man laid on the ground, breathing his last breaths, he sighed the name of the person Frank was really looking for: “Agent Orange”.

Frank dissipates back into reality, holding the hammer limply in his fist. Looking around for a second, taking in his surroundings, Frank breathes a deep sigh and takes a seat on the dusty concrete floor. As he continues to relive the other night, his mind then falls on the young woman who had mistakenly stumbled upon the scenario. A pang of guilt runs down Franks spine, she had looked so terrified of him.

Rightfully so, he thinks to himself. His brutality scared even him at times, but seeing that same feeling reflected back at him on such a beautiful face shifted something in him. In a moment of pure inhuman rage, he was reminded of the fragility of the human spirit as he looked up to see her face.

“You’ll kill him!” He remembers her shouting, as if the man wasn’t already dead. He remembers her shaking hands and the gun she clutched for dear life but couldn’t bring herself to fire. It was incredibly courageous when he thought about it, having every opportunity to run and yet she chose to try and protect her fellow man. He knew in that moment he couldn’t hurt her, not that he wanted to, but he’s had to bury secrets in unmarked graves before.

In the split second he had, his mind landed on the only option available to him; neutralize the situation. He towered over her, his frame encompassing hers in an instant, clutching a hand over her mouth to silence her screams.

“Shh, shh, shh,” he quietly coos in her ear, “ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he assured her. Having disarmed her before capturing her in his hold, he didn’t know how to proceed. The threat was minimized and he had gotten her to quiet down, so his only logical choice was to release her.

“I swear to God I won’t hurt ya, but if I let you go, will you scream?” He speaks gruffly in her ear, hand still over her mouth. He remembers how she was shaking against him, he can’t get it out of his head. The way she was repulsed by him, it made him look back on the memory with shame.

When he did let her go a small fist came flying up instantly and landed on the bridge of his nose, breaking it. Clutching his face, he groans and falls back against the brick wall. As he looks up he sees her vanishing into the night, a small glimpse of the blood-covered blouse is the last thing he saw before she was out of sight.

He’s still stuck in that alley holding her shaking, terrified form, hearing her whimpers and seeing the fear in her eyes.

He can’t be anywhere else.

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Jay’s P.O.V

“Hey there space cadet, which planet are you visiting now?” Jay’s voice comes from behind her, standing in the doorway to her room, watching as she stares blankly out her bedroom window. Turning her head to meet his gaze, her demeanor softens instantly and she gets up to greet him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even hear you come in,” she says as her boyfriend pulls her into his strong chest, placing a kiss to her forehead as he cradles the back of her head.

“Hey baby, you doing okay?” He says after a moment of comfortable silence between them. Shifting her face to look up at him, she smiles innocently.

“Yeah, of course, why?” She reassures him, but he knows her too well.

“You just seem… off, ever since the other night,” he says, dipping his head to catch her eyes, trying to break this barrier she had built up over the last several days.

“Jay, I’m fine, I swear. Just preoccupied with this new article I’m writing,” she lies, placing a hand to the side of his face as she brings it down to hers, kissing him deeply. He pulls away, shaking his head slightly and gently cupping her face in his palms.

“I know you better than that, baby. Come on, let me into your golden thinking,” he speaks as he moves a piece of hair from her face.

“Everything’s fine, Jay,” she says flatly, clearly not wanting to let him in.

He sighs as she pushes past him into the hall, pinching the bridge of his nose he takes a deep breath. Something was wrong, he knew it. But she wouldn’t put her shields down long enough for him to see the real issue. Something happened that night to make her this way, a shift was apparent in her behavior and all he wanted was a reason why. The last thing he wanted was for her to shut him out completely, but it seemed that was the first thing she was doing.

Swallowing the lump forming in his throat, he turns and makes his way into the main living space of her tiny apartment. He finds her lost in thought again, just staring blankly into space as she stands in front of the sink. The water continued to run as she stood unmoving, the glass in her hand overflowing with water.

Where was she? He thought, brow knitting together as he watched her disappear into her own mind. All he wanted was for her to come back, to be with him again in the present. But he had a feeling there was an unseen gap between them now, her in a completely different place and him standing right in front of her trying to understand where she’s gone.

Come back, baby, he thinks to himself as he continues to watch her from afar. Come back, I’m right where you left me.

#jay halstead #chicago pd #frank castle #the punisher fanfiction #jay halstead x reader #frank castle x reader #chicago pd crossover #chicago pd fanfic

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svtjinny · 1 year

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JUYEON :: GAME CATERERS x SVT | 02

[editors captions] | speaking warning: food mentions for context, during the filming of game caterers she was blonde. she dyed her hair again soon after.

ep 2-1

jinny's first part is in like the first few seconds lmao

she was wandering around with hoshi & vernon

she was third in the shop line behind hoshi

for her task, jinny had to name a foreign candy brand

[ (Foodie gets a question right up her alley ) ]

she named the first american one she could think of and took the earth arcade plushie [we'll pretend dk took something else..]

[ (Can you spot the difference between her and Torong?) ]

you can see her sitting with woozi & watching jun eat the lemons !!

then after she goes around and lays in the grass with hoshi & shua with her prize

[ Jinny joins them with Torong ]

she doesn't go again after getting her prize but she does sit and watch

jinny didn't talk much soo there wasn't that much of her here

when myungho did the relay & went to the back, the camera zoomed into her telling him you're so cute, gēgē~

[ (Winner compliments another winner) ]

jinny : [when seungkwan said wwksb to dino] seungkwannie.. stop being open minded..

jinny can be seen sitting with the others a couple of times but for the most part she just sits there quietly talking to the members

there was a cut of her talking about torong to a staff member saying how cute it was and how happy she was to get it

the staff was looking at her so fondly..

everyone loves jinny :sob:

her last scenes were her walking into the break room, sitting with jeonghan, and laying her head on his shoulder

she also helped clean the spill !!

[ (Was laying down right next to the mess) ]

[ (Stood up second) ]

thats it for 2-1

ep 2-2

PLEASE this was made for jinny omg.

she was on hoshi & seungkwans team because she grabbed hoshi by reflex LMAO

she sat in the middle

yes there could have been 7 teams of 2 but idc.

jinny : ["why are you disappointed?"] don't be disappointed, oppa~ we'll lead you to victory!

[ (Holding hands as they go) ]

[ Dramatic/Torong/Tiger ]

jinny : ["were you attracted to your partner by instinct?"] woah.. we totally were..

seungkwan : why does that sound so sarcastic..

jinny : don't worry about it. [eng]

she made everyone laughksejrjhuih

[ (These three are notorious for teaming up against one another) ]

[ (Today they're working together) ]

for the flaws hoshi & seungkwan agreed on the fact that jinny argues too much on shows LMAO [playfully..]

jinny : a flaw? hm. for seungkwan-oppa, he's too picky.. and for hoshi-oppa, he's, like, obsessed with tigers..

she can be seen a few times talking with seungkwan & hoshi and yells the slogan with them

jinny smiled so big when pd said it was a music quiz

[ K-pop professors at MIT ]

jun / woozi : that's what seungkwan and jinny are good at

[ (K-pop prof) (K-pop producer) (Performance Team leader) ]

[ The best players teamed up ]

hoshi : shinee

seungkwan : sher -

jinny : - lock!

my boosoonyeon crumbs i love them

jinny ate that dance up let me tell you.

[ (Living up to their team name) ]

jinny : i would've been disappointed if we didn't get that, the dance is engraved in my brain

[ (They did a cover of the song for MAMA 2018) ]

[ (And again at the HYBE Family Picnic) ]

yes im writing that cover in because we all know svt would absolutely end if they covered sherlock

she got up so fast for stayc !!! yoon's jinny biased btw.. (luckiest carat ever?)

they didn't get it but she still danced

jinny : ASAP!!

[ (Jinny) (Wrote a song on this album) ]

[ (Punch) ] [ (Punch) ]

when drink less and talk more said the 4th (5th? i forgot pls) it was seventeen she was so confused LMAO

jinny : really? thats seventeen? baby you helped make this song.

[ (JINNY) (Composed most of SEVENTEEN's songs) ]

[ ('CLAP' composed by JINNY) ]

[ They didn't recognize their own child? ]

please jinny just banged her head on the table in disappointment

giving jinsoul hitting her head..

hoshi / seungkwan : ..??? are you okay ???

[ (Disappointed in herself) ]

jinny : ["jinny, what happened?"] i..have no words. you cheated me. [eng]

shua and vernon were giggling.

jinny : ["but someone still got it"] still!

5th song!! you already KNOW jinny jumped up from her seat

the three of them are still splitting the songs into three syllables sobbing

[ ('Hype Boy' produced by JINNY) ]

[ (I'll dance over here then) ]

she was still close to the table and they went to the far right side...

[ (Let's play together) ]

jinny : i love this song. newjeans, i love you. [eng]

[ (A message for the bunnies) ]

jinny : seungkwannie, you just embarrassed yourself in front of the camera..

jinny : don't cut that out please!

[ (Don't worry Jinny, we won't) ]

the amount of force jinny hit hoshi with at txt istg.

she was sitting not paying attention and then all she hears is "run for you"...

the second time around she was the one who said run away

cause she didn't trust hoshi LMAO

[ (Jinny, who's brother is a TXT member) ]

[ (Disappointed in her teammate, but still dances with charm) ]

that was her last scene bcz she took a bathroom break and then got carried away while getting a snack.. yes she confirmed it herself..

#svt ; jinny #svt au #svt oc #seventeen female addition #seventeen female member #seventeen addition #seventeen added member #seventeen 14th member #kpop extra member #kpop female oc #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop oc #fake kpop idol #idol!oc #idol!au #idol oc

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yourlocalmerchgirl · 1 year

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Texas Transplant pt. 3

Paring: Tommy Miller x Reader

Word count: 6k

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: Tommy is tired of living in Joel's shadow. He feels broken and unloveable, just going threw the motions of life. Then you walked into his life making him realize it is possible for him to be loved and cared for.

Tommy Miller x reader AU (the out break doesn't happen

Warnings: 18+ MDNI First date heavy making out light mention of body issues Slow Burn Slow Build Pining Mutual Pining Smut Fluff Tooth-Rotting Fluff Falling In Love I think that’s about it for this part let me know if I missed anything

A/N: Hi friends! Sorry it’s taken me a longer than normal to get part 3 up, life’s been crazy but it’s finally here! We finally get to see these two love birds have there actual first date! I’m so so proud of this part and really hope you all love it as much as I do! Thank you @svittok2 for being my editor, bouncing ideas back and forth with me and loving this story as much as me!

Tommy’s pov

Tommy’s eyes flutter open, taking a moment to adjust to his surroundings. As he opens his them all the way he realizes hes curled right up to you, head nestled on your chest, arms wrapped tightly around you as if his life depended on it. You had your arm wrapped around him just as tightly and all he could think of was how perfect this moment was. The way you both clutched on to one another like the world was ending, the way the warmth from your body seeped into his like the sun. The sound of your heart beating washes this sense of calm over him that he’s never felt before.

Tommy pulls back ever so slightly to look at you, making sure not to wake you.

He admires the way the early morning light illuminates your peaceful form, thinking how beautifully precious you look. He brings his hand up to softly caress the side of your face with the back of his fingers, tracing along your cheek bone with the pad of his thumb. Your lips curl into the cutest sleepy smile at the sensation of his touch, letting out the softest sigh, causing his smile to reach his eyes. But then the guilt and dread set in, like his mind isn’t capable of enjoying true happiness for long. His mind races with thoughts about last night, about how you were already having a rough night, how you completely opened up to him even though you were terrified it would change things and how does he repay you? By throwing you in the middle of the worst panic attack/ flash back episode he’s had in a while. He was supposed to be taking care of you, making you feel loved and relaxed. But instead you’re thrust into taking care of him like your problems didn’t matter, like you hadn’t already been through enough yesterday.

This is the type of guilt that always ate at Tommy. Party due to him being abandoned by most everyone he tried to get close too but also due to the fact that Tommy has always been incredibly hard and unforgiving on himself.

He gets up slowly from the bed as to not jostle you and makes his way to the bathroom. As he’s settling back into the bed he’s surprised that you curl right up to him when you feel the bed dip down. As you Snuggle closer and closer to him he opens his arms, not expecting what happens next. Almost instinctively as if you weren’t asleep you move right into his embrace, draping you’re arm around him tightly and nuzzling youre face in the spot where his neck meets his chest, letting out the cutest most content hum.

Tommy feels so much happiness flooding his entire body he thinks his heart might explode. It’s in this moment he realized all hope might not be lost, he might not of scared you away with his incident. He needs to figure it out, because if that’s the case he needs to finally grow a pair and ask you out. Tommy can’t even begin to express how special you are to him, how much he cares about you. Hell if he’s being honest, he’s in love with you. He’s been in love with you since he spent the entire day with you, taking you around to get things for the house to then be invited to share dinner and a movie where you fell asleep on the couch. He thought he was in love before but realizes the only other time he’s felt this amount of love, true love was the day Sarah was born, the day he became an uncle.

You starting to stir in your sleep pulls Tommy from his thoughts. You stretch and adjust a little, bring your leg up over his to rest in between his legs. Pulling yourself closer into him and nesting your face in the crook of his neck, your forehead resting on his cheek. And then it hits him, he wants you to be the first thing he sees every morning and the last thing he sees every night. He wants a life making memories with you. He wants to make you laugh on good days and help you pick up the pieces on bad days. He wants to learn how to cook your favorite meal and shower you with the love and support you deserve. Just as he pulls back a little and leans forward planting the softest kiss on your forehead your eyes flutter open.

When he pulls back he’s surprised to see you with the cutest smile, your beautiful hazel eyes already looking at him.

“Morning sweetheart” she say with a beautifully sleepy smile

She….she called me sweetheart

“Mornin’ sweet girl” Tommy reply’s lightly caressing the side of your face before resting his hand to cup your face, holding your soft hazel eyes in a gaze. He watches as your eyes flit from his eyes to his lips and back a couple of times, almost as if your trying to tell him something.

Before Tommy knows it or can stop himself he’s moving forward and crashing his lips into yours in the softest most tender kiss of his life. You don’t hesitate reciprocating the kiss, bringing your hand up to cup his face as you kiss him back with the same soft tenderness. When you break the kiss for air you can’t help but to instantly blush causing you both to giggle.

Tommy searches your eyes for anything to reassure him he didn’t cross a line. He cares to deeply about you to have you being in his life slip through his fingers.

You reach up softly, rubbing the side of his face with the back of your finger before tracing along all his freckles with the pad of you’re finger. Tommy’s eyes flutter closed as he just takes in this beautifully calming moment. Your touch alone is enough to sooth him, to melt away any trouble he could be having and ground him in away he never knew possible.

“How did you sleep? I hope you were comfortable here”

“Quiet honestly sweetheart, I don’t think I’ve slept this well in a very long time”

A few beats of silence wash over the two of you.

“Look sweet girl…. I-I ah I feel terrible about last night. It wasn’t fair for you to have to deal with that after you were already having a rough night.”

“Tommy….”

“I didn’t want you to ever have to see that side of me but it’s a part of me, I can’t help it and I’m so sorry i freaked out.”

“Tommy Please! Can I say my piece?” She says more sternly.

“Of course sweetheart” Tommy says meekly, a little scared about what might happen next.

“Nothing about what happened last night makes me think or feel any differently about you.” She says softly, cupping her hand over mine.

“You want to know what was going through my head when I heard that glass break? What was going through my head head when I ran inside?”

“Yes….” Tommy reply’s his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes focused on your hand holding his.

“The only thing i could think was making sure you were ok, making sure you knew you were safe and felt safe. That you knew you were surrounded by love and support. And when you fell forward into my arms the only thing I thought was thankfulness. Thankful that in that moment that trust was there.”

As you’re saying all this Tommy laces his fingers in yours and squeezes you hand tightly.

“Because you know why?” Her voice began to crack.

“Because…because that’s what you do when you care about someone….an-and I-I care about you a lot Tommy”

“It’s not about there only being space for one person to have a bad day, it’s about us being there for each other no matter what, it’s about the fact that we clearly bring a lot of comfort to each other.”

Tommy pulls you into his arms as you both have tears, albeit tears of relief streaming down your faces.

“Fuck sweet girl…i don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m thankin’ my lucky stars ‘cause I can’t imagine my life without you.”

You squeeze him tighter at his worlds thinking about the beautiful situation in which you both are in. Where you both were so terrified that something about the other would drive each other way but in fact made your relationship stronger. It’s made all this love bubble up to the surface, little did Tommy know you were starting to realize that you were in love with him too.

“You’re stuck with me now Miller” you tease

“Yea I ain’t ever lettin’ you go sweetheart, so your stuck with me too” Tommy jokes back. But you know there’s seriousness behind his words, and he knows there is behind your words too.

You reach up tucking some of Tommy’s unruly black curls behind his ear before you start tracing his face and connecting all his freckles again with the pad of your finger. Tommy’s never seen someone look at him as intently as you do in this moment, like your trying to commit every part of him to memory. The love and adoration Tommy sees in your eyes makes his heart beat faster. He only hopes that he makes you feel the same way you make him feel. As you run your hand gently down the side of his face he leans into your touch, wanting more, needing more.

Tommy reaches out running the pad of his fingers down your temple and along your jaw. His deep brown eyes, pools that you could get lost in. You’ve never seen someone look at you the way Tommy does, with all the love and compassion in the world. It’s in the very moment that you realize your in love with Tommy, you’ve been in love with him since the day the two of you spent the together gathering things for the house. You’ve just been to scared to admit it out loud, thinking for sure your past would drive him away but it didn’t, and now he looks at you with the same kind of love in his eyes that you have in yours. Could he possibly love me too?

Your eyes flutter closed as Tommy starts tracing over your bottom lip with the smooth pad of his finger. He loves seeing how you blush and giggle a little when touches you. She couldn’t get more beautiful if she tried.

“Sweet girl” Tommy whispers

Your eyes flutter back open, locking with his beautiful brown eyes already on you.

“You alright? Is this alright?”

“Yea…I’m ok, just getting lost in the moment” you whisper back, bringing you thumb to trace along his bottom lip. He gently places a kiss to your thumb as you smooth it over his lips causing you both to smile shyly.

Before either of you know it your lips are crashing back together, igniting your entire body in flames like some kind of super hero. My god I hope he’s feeling this way too.

The kiss is both slow and beautiful, sensual and tender, the both of you relishing in the moment trying to commit it all to memory.

Tommy pulls away from the kiss and leans his forehead against yours. The happiness in the room is palpable, you swear the whole neighborhood must be able to feel it too.

“Do…do you feel it too” Tommy whispers.

“Y-yes, I feel it too”

The sun was beating down already, which could only mean one thing, it was going to be a hot one. July in Texas could be brutal and unforgiving. Tommy pulls up to Joel’s house and puts it into park. But his mind isn’t there, it’s with you. A smile tugs at his lips as his mind flashed back to waking up in your arms and the kiss…THE KISS. It had only been a day, but god did he miss everything about you.

“Hey dipshit, breakfast is getting cold. You gonna come eat or just sit there” Joel shouted pulling him from his thoughts.

“Jesus man, don’t need to shout. Gonna wake the whole damn neighborhood”

“Well Christ Tommy, you’ve been sittin’ there for like 10 mins.”

“Your plates in the microwave Uncle Tommy I made eggs, bacon and toast” Sarah called out from upstairs

“You didn’t have to do that sweetheart”

“I know but I’ve gotta work early this morning so I figured I’d make us all breakfast” Sarah says coming down the stairs.

“Hey…can I talk to you real quick before you head out Sarah? Won’t take long”

Joel stops dead in his tracks and whips around, so curious about what his brother could possibly have to say.

“Of course, let’s go out onto the porch so dad minds his business.” Her uncles not one to do this so she’s knows it must be important.

“What’s up Uncle Tommy, everything alright?”

“Yea everything’s alright, I just uh…god this is embarrassing. I-I I was wondering if you could teach me how to cook? Like give me some lessons before you leave for school?”

Sarah’s eyes light up. “Of course uncle Tommy, I’d love too! Anything specific?”

“I was thinking a couple breakfast things and some dinner things, nice meals”

“Look I dont wanna keep you, I know you gotta go to work but maybe we could brainstorm tomorrow after your dad and I are done for the day?”

“Sure sounds good”

Tommy turns to head back inside.

“Wait, what’s this for? Ooo is this for

(y/n)?”

“Am I that obvious?” Tommy says chuckling, smile wide across his face.

“She’s always cooking for everyone else, I want to be able to spoiler her, do nice things for her. She’s like you, she gets so excited about food, I want to be able give her some of that excitement but I can’t cook anything fancy. Plus I ah… I’m planing to ask her out soon…”

“Jesus about time! You guys are perfect for each other, I’m pretty sure the whole world can see it.”

Tommy can’t help but blush and laugh at her response.

“Ok well we will talk about it tomorrow, I’ve got some idea because I want to know how to make some of her favorite things”

Tommy heads back inside as Sarah heads out for the day for work.

“Hey sorry I can eat on the way I’m sure we gotta head out.”

“Well actually the Smiths called when you were having your mystery chat and their kid is sick so they asked us not to come by until tomorrow to finish the work. And I called Marks crew and they’re ahead of schedule and Jensen doesn’t need any help so looks like we have an unexpected day off. I’ll still pay ya for today because I was thinking we could go get some supplies for upcoming jobs first.”

“Sounds good to me, I’m happy to do whatever we need. Hopefully their kid feels better soon.” Tommy says sitting down with his coffee and breakfast.

They allow a comfortable silence to take over as they’re finishing their morning coffee. Tommy decides to break the silence.

“I had an attack the other day”

“Shit, Tommy it’s been a little while hasn’t it? Was it bad?”

“It’s was one of the worst ones I’ve had in a while, damn near crippling.”

“You alright? When was this? you should of called me for help”

“It was at (y/n)’s the other night when you left and Stacey went upstairs”

Joel freezes, scared what Tommy might say next. Knowing how scared he was for you to see that part of him.

“Shit…it was the fire crackers wasn’t it? Damn I was hoping you had left or that you guys were doing other stuff at that point when they started going off.”

Tommy stays silent for a few beats only adding up Joel’s worry.

Tommy drops his head as the tears start to well in his eyes. Joel’s frozen, he doesn’t know what to do he’s only ever seen Tommy like this a handful of times.

“I-I though it would of scared her or pushed her away. Thought for sure she’d think I was a burden, that I was too much.”

“But-but sh-she was by my side the whole time…she ran inside when she head the glasses I had smash. Without hesitation or question she dropped to her knees surrounded by glass to talk me through everything. To let me know I was safe and ok. When I let out a guttural noise and fell into her arms crying she met me with the tightest embrace that I’ve only ever felt from you. It was her voice Joel… her fuckin’ voice that brought me back.”

“Jesus Christ Tommy…I’m so glad your ok, that she’s ok. It’s a miracle neither of you cut yourselves. You didn’t drive like that did you?”

“I stayed there….her and Stacey got me up and into her room. She put light music on and stayed with me….I woke up in her arms Joel, we were holdin’ on to each other like all we needed was each other.”

“Tommy…you gotta tell her how you feel. It’s so obvious that you guys have feelings for each other. You both faced some traumatic shit together in the same night and the only place the two of you ran was into each others arms. You guys deserve each other.”

“I-l know brother I know, I’m planning on it. I don’t want her to slip through my fingers. She makes me happier than I’ve ever been, I don’t want to be without her. Hell if I’m being honest Joel, I love her, I’m in love with her. Heck if she’d take my hand I’d marry her tomorrow.”

“I love seeing you like this Tommy, that you’ve found someone that cares about you the way you care about them. I love that girl, both of them really. I’ve loved having her be apart of this family and our lives, It would make my heart swell to see you two together.”

Tommy’s phones buzzes

Y/n: when you unexpectedly have the day off because of tech problems you stay snuggled up in a mountain of blankets and have a geeky movie marathon

(Insert a cute selfie of you snuggled up in a mountain of blankets)

Y/n: ps hope you’re having a good day!

Tommy looks down at his phone and his face lights up just seeing the messages from you and then even more so when he opens them.

Tommy: well don’t you look cute and cozy…great way to spend your day off!

Tommy: we have a unexpected day off too, our clients kid is sick so they asked us not to come and the other crews are ahead.

Y/n: well I could think of one way it could be better. 🙂

Tommy: oh yea what’s that? You need somethin’ sweetheart? I can go to the store if you need.

Y/n: I do need something…

Tommy: anything sweetheart just let me know.

Y/n: I uh… I need you Tommy…

Tommy’s eyes go wide when he sees the message, thinking he can’t be reading that right. You take his silence for fear.

Y/n: shit…I’m sorry I shouldn’t of said that…I’m gonna go die now 🫣

Tommy: no no no sweet girl it’s not like that, Im just surprised by your message. I’ll be right there 🙂

“Hey uh any chance you could just go on that supply run on your own? I gotta go win my girls heart”

“Jesus Tommy get outta here and go get that girl!”

As Tommy closes the door Joel realizes that if he doesn’t do something, the girl of his dreams is going to slip threw his fingers too. Except he has no idea if she’s even interested in him, but talking to

Tommy has inspired him that he needs to atleast try.

Joel: Hey… would want to get a drink sometime?

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Stacey hears a knock at the door as she’s heading back upstairs.

“I’ll get it” she shouts over her shoulder into the house.

“Hey Tommy! Come on in” she happily greets Tommy

“Nice to see you sweetheart” Tommy chimes in as he’s toeing off his boots.

“Look ah about the other night..”

“I’m gonna stop you right there Tommy. There’s nothing to worry about. I don’t think any differently of you and there’s nothing you need to apologize for. We’re all family and I would do anything to help family.” She says placing her hand on his arm

“Get over here sweetheart!” Tommy says pulling her into a big bear hug.

“I’m so happy (y/n) and Sarah have you in their lives, hell I’m happy Joel and I have you too”

“Yea I know, I am pretty great aren’t I?!” Stacey teases, them both laughing grinning ear to ear.

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Tommy knocks on your door

“Come in” you say pausing the movie.

“It ok to come in sweet girl?”

“Tommy!” You excitedly exclaim sitting up in bed. Smile so wide it’s reaching your eyes.

He quickly flops onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you before you lay back and he settles his head on your chest.

“It’s so good to see you sweet girl”

Bringing your hand up to run through his thick black curls, stopping to message his scalp every so often.

“It’s good to see you too Tommy, honestly all I can think about is spending time with you.” And you instantly think shit should I of said that?

“Can I talk yo you about something sweetheart?” Tommy says as he’s sitting up

“Of course” you say sitting up

“I really like you a lot, as more than just friends, and i was wondering if you’d go out with me, if I could take you out on a proper date?”

“Jesus I’m sorry I’m so bad at this” he says rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yes, I’d be love too Tommy”

“Wait say that again”

“Id love too Tommy, I’d love to go on a date with you, I’d thought you’d never ask”

The week inched by as slow as molasses running up a hill. But the day was finally here, your date with Tommy. Just thinking about it made your heart skip a beat. You’d been up for hours unable to contain your excitement or your smile.

Your phone buzzing on your nightstand pulls you back to reality. You can’t stop the smile that spreads across your face when you see a text from Tommy.

Tommy: Morning sweet girl 🥰 make sure you wear comfortable clothes and shoes, doin’ lots of walking today.

Y/N: Morning sweetheart 🥰 what do you have up your sleeve Tommy Miller? 😂🧐

Tommy: You let me worry about the details sweetheart, I’m pretty confident you’re gonna love today.

Tommy: oh bring an overnight bag with you incase you fall asleep…wouldn’t want to wake your grumpy ass up 😂

Ever since Stacey told him you get grumpy when you get woken up Tommy doesn’t miss the opportunity to lovingly tease you about it.

You’re in the kitchen talking to Stacey when Tommy knocks on the door. Butterflies over take you as you excitedly make your way over, unable to contain your smile. You open the door to Tommy standing there in a white tank top undershirt with a gray button up shirt open over it, tight blue jeans and sneakers. His jet black curls glowing in the morning light, tucked behind his ears and gelled back just enough to keep them out of his face.

“Tommy!” You excitedly exclaim a little embarrassed when you hear yourself. But that all washes away in an instant when you see that classic beautiful Tommy Miller smile.

“Com’er sweet girl” Tommy says grabbing your hand and pulling you against him into a big hug.

You pull your head back slightly so your cheek is flush against his. “You look so handsome. You always look so handsome to me” you whisper in his ear. You feel a deep hum vibrate from his chest into yours as he squeezes you tighter.

Tommy pulls back dragging his lips over the shell of your ear, tickling you with his mustache. Causing that giggle that Tommy loves so much to bubble up.

“You’re the most gorgeous girl in the world” he says placing a kiss on your jaw.

“You all ready to go sweet girl?”

“Yea! I just need to grab my bag.”

Returning with your bag, Tommy takes it to carry as you guys head out to the truck. He puts your bag in the back and moves to open the door for you.

“Wait” you whisper as Tommy moves to shut the door. You swing your body around so your legs are dangling out of the truck. “I didn’t get to kiss you” you whisper as you reach out cupping his face, your thighs parting instinctually to fit him as you pull him into a soft sensual kiss. His lips are soft and tender as he wastes no time returning the kiss and licks your bottom lip for entrance. As you oblige and your tongue tangles with his you both simultaneously lets out a hum, vibrating through both of your chests and into the others.

As Tommy pulls away he feels this fire that starts in his belly and spreads through every nerve in his body when his eyes meet yours. The same expression of love and adoration grace your features that he can see on his own in the reflection of your soft hazel eyes.

“Jesus I dunno what I did to deserve you, but I ain’t never lettin’ you go” Tommy whispers as he kisses your forehead.

“I don’t want you to let me go”

Tommy leans down to kiss you when you hear “ Hey lovebirds your giving’ the whole neighborhood a show!” Frigging Joel

You both look up simultaneously giving Joel the finger.

“Love you guys too” Joel jokes causing you all to laugh.

“We gotta get goin’ anyway, can’t have us being late”

“What do you have up your sleeve you sneak?”

“You’ll see sweetheart, you’ll see” he says giving you that classic Tommy Miller smirk that you loved so much.

Tommy can’t help stealing glances of you as he’s driving. Your head leaned back, eyes lightly closed, letting the morning sun warm your face as you sing along to the music playing. That cute smile that graces your face everytime his thumb draws small circles on your thigh as his hand rests there.

“You know I didn’t ask you to stay over because I wanted to sleep with you right?”

His question catches you off guard.

“Not that that I don’t want to sleep with you, I just want you to know I’m never going to push you faster than you want to go. I know this is big for you, after everything you’ve been through and I just want you to know I’ll go at any pace. I asked you to bring a bag because I just want you to be close to, I want to wake up in your arms, I want you to be the first thing I see again.”

His words hit you like a tidal wave, you have to hold back the tears you can feel pricking at your eyes.

“I didn’t feel that way at all Tommy, honestly I’m glad you did ask me too because I haven’t stopped thinking about waking up in your arms.” Before you can catch them a few tears roll down your cheek and Tommy notices right away

“Jesus, baby I didn’t mean to make you cry” he says reaching up to catch the tears.

“You didnt, they’re happy tears, I’m just so over come with happiness being with you, it just all feels like a dream”

Your interest peaks when you notice you’re getting off the highway in San Antonio, eyes glued to the window. You perk up when the truck slows down at the entrance for the San Antonio Zoo. Tommy’s heart skips a beat at your expression when you turn to him and he falls in love with you all over again.

“We’re going to the zoo?!” You’re entire body lit up at the idea, un able to hold back your excitement.

“You love it?”

“Of course I do, this is literally the perfect date, who wouldn’t want to enjoy a day at the zoo bonding over the shared love of animals with someone your head over heels for”

Tommy’s heart swells at your comment, replaying it over and over in his head. You have no idea what his plans are but he can’t wait to give you the world today.

As you guys walk through the gates and to the ticket counter your hands find each others, fingers interlacing as if your hands were magnets. Your hands fit together like a puzzle piece and everything just feels right, like everything is meant to be.

While Tommy is paying and talking to another person at the counter you let go of his hand to look at the map of the zoo displaying the different sections you can visit and each animal there.

Your so engrossed in the map you don’t hear Tommy coming up behind you. He pauses for a second to take in the site of you being completely enamored with the map before he wraps his arms around you resting his chin on your shoulder. To his surprise you don’t jump, instead you relax into his touch, your back flush against his chest. The little content hum you let out as you tilt your head back to look at him.

“Babe! they have giraffes here!” You say eyes completely lighting up as you point to it.

Babe. It would never get old hearing you call him that.

“Shit, they’ve changed a lot since I came last!”

Little did you know, Tommy knew this. It’s part of his surprise but he can’t let you know that. Loving giraffes was something you both bonded over early.

“Let’s walk that loop first so we can get to the giraffes soon, then we can walk and do the other side”

Tommy needed to make sure to get you to the giraffes between a certain time but he needed to not raise any flags as to why.

When you get to the giraffes you realize their area is closed.

“The giraffe area is closed for a hour?” You say pouting as you read the sign, trying not to show how disappointed you are.

Tommy says nothing instead he takes out his phone and appears to be texting someone. Your trying to peek around to catch a glimpse of them when you hear a voice you don’t recognize come from the roped off area.

“Hey Tommy! It’s good to see you brother”

“Hey Johnny! Man it’s so good to see you brother, thank you for doing this.” Tommy says reaching for your hand up pull you closer to him.

“This must be the beautiful lady I’ve heard so much about.”

He’s been telling people about me?

Tommy sees you blushing out of the corner of his eye. Admittedly a little nervous Johnny told you that.

“Hi! I’m (Y/n), it’s so nice to meet you” you say reaching out your hand to shake his.

“You got yourself a incredible guy here, wouldn’t have wanted to serve along side anyone else. He’s as loyal as they come.”

You smile so wide as Johnnys talking about Tommy.

“I don’t know how I got so lucky, honestly meeting him was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Tommy squeezes your hand and kisses you on the temple. “She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, I guess we both got lucky finding each other.”

God. You just want to shout it from the roof top how you love him.

“You guys ready? They’ll be hungry and waiting for their snack.” Johnny says as he leads you through the gate and up the stairs to the plate form.

“Who’s they?”you ask really unsure about what’s happening.

You get to the top of the platform and see buckets of lettuce.

“Ar-are we feeding the giraffes?” You ask turning to Tommy who has the biggest smile, his big brown eyes lit up brighter than you’ve ever seen.

“Surprise sweet girl”

You can’t help but look at Tommy with happy tears in your eyes, nobody has done anything this thoughtful for you.

The two of you spend the next hour feeding and enjoying the giraffes, Johnny taking pictures with your phone the whole time. You and Tommy make it back to the truck after spending the rest of the day walking around the zoo and laughing as if you were the last two people on earth.

Relaxing you lay your head on the window letting the evening sun warm your face, Tommy messaging your thigh as he drives.

A quiet comfortable silence falls over the cab, the two of you soaking up each other presence.

Stretching out and yawning as you guys pull up to his building.

“Are you sore sweetheart?” Tommy asks you as he opens the front door.

“A little bit, not just from today but from having terrible posture while I’m working at my computer.”

“Well make yourself comfortable on the couch, I’ll put your bag in my room and get us some drinks”

Laying back on the couch you let out a sigh full of contentment and happiness. Today was pulled from the pages of a fairy tale, you just wanted to live in the moment forever, you’re so lost in thought you don’t realize how long Tommy’s been gone.

“Hey, sweet girl come here a minute” Tommy says softly pulling you back from your thoughts. He’s standing there in the doorway of his room, the softest expression graces his features. It’s filled with love and admiration as he reaches his hand out to you as you approach, pulling you into him and wrapping his arms around you as son as your in arms reach.

“I have another surprise for you” he says placing a beautifully soft kiss on your lips, it’s tender and sensual, soft and loving making you melt into his arms.

“But I gotta cover your eyes”

“Ok” you giggle smiling shyly as you turn around allowing him to cover your eyes and turn you around slowly walking you into the room. The deeper you get into the room you can hear faint music coming from somewhere, the sent of mint making it’s way into your lungs. What could Tommy possibly have planned?

Tommy slowly stop the two of you, removing his hands from your eyes to rest on your waist. You slowly open your eyes to his master bathroom dimly lit, soft music playing and a bath drawn in his big tub, different bath bombs and bubble baths laid out with a few mint candles lit.

“Tommy…” you manage to squeak out, your voice cracking slightly.

“You like it babe?”

You tilt your head up to meet his gaze, eyes glossed over on the verge of tears”

“Is…is this all for me?”

“Course it is sweet girl”

“Tommy….I-I don’t know what to say, you didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me”

“I know…but I wanted too. I knew today would be alot of walking and I know you always feel beat up from sitting in that computer chair all day and your my special girl I just wanted to pamper you and make you feel good.”

“I love it Tommy, thank you”

“So pick what ever you want to put in the water and relax here and I’ll come get you when dinners done.”

Tommy kisses you before leaving you to relax.

You lay back in the tub, sinking in, closing your eyes and loosing all sense of time. Letting the warm water seep into your bones when you hear a light knock on the door.

“Come in” you say softly, folding your arms on the side of the of the tub and laying your head down as Tommy enters the room.

“Hey baby” you say smiling up at him.

Tommy kneels down next to the tub, caressing the side of your face with the backs of his fingers. Taking in your simple beauty, how your eyes are filled with so much love and trust.

“Dinners almost ready sweet girl if you want to get dried off and changed” he says kissing your forehead.

You dry off and make your way to the bedroom to change when you see a small box on the bed with a card on it.

The card reads:

“I saw these and they made me think of all the time we’ve spent looking at the stars together so i had to get them for you”

You open the box to find a tank top and shorts lounge wear set, they’re black with little consolations on them made out of the softest material you’ve ever felt.

Tommy stops settling the table when he hears the bedroom door slowly open. He looks up to see you standing in the doorway, your smile touching your eyes, glowing with happiness.

“I love it!” You say basically jumping into his arms. Tommy squeezes you tightly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Your so fucking beautiful, today and everyday I hope y’know it”

“I’ve never felt more beautiful than I do when I’m with you.”

Tommy trails wet open mouth kisses up your neck, his hands tightly gripping your hips. He pulls back “ Is this ok (y/n)?” Tommy rarely called you by your name, but he wanted you to know he was serious. He searched your face for any hesitation or discomfort. You’ve both been through hell and back and the last thing he wants to do is ruin the special thing you guys have by pushing things to move to far to fast.

“Y-yes it’s ok, I’m ok”

Tommy pulls you into a passionate kiss, licking your bottom lip for entrance which you eagerly grant him. He grips your hips tighter as your tongues tangle tangly together in a kiss that’s both tender and passionate, needy and sensual. He trails open mouth kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

You let out a low moan as you throw your head back, allowing him more access to your neck. A low growl vibrates in his chest at the sound of your moan. Tommy spins you around and slowly starts walking backwards until the back of his legs hit the couch. He breaks away from the kiss just long enough to sit down, pulling you down to straddle him. You shift a little bit, unsure about sitting on him fully, being a thick girl your worried about being to heavy on him. Tommy picks up on your nervousness. “It’s alright baby girl, we don’t have to keep going”

“No no it’s not that… I ugh”

“What is it baby you can tell me”

“I’m worried about being to heavy for you”

Your checks flush with embarrassment.

Tommy brings his hands up to cup your face. “Your the sexiest, most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Don’t ever think your too heavy for me. I love you’re thick thighs and your soft belly. Why don’t we have dinner and we can pick this back up later?”

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, July 14th

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[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

The Green Monster by veronyxk84 (Buffy, PG-13)

Awakening by seredelgi (Buffy x Spike, G)

I Would Dye For You by spikesummers (Buffy/Spike, T)

Another Life by tastes_like_rain (Greek mythology fusion, Buffy/Angel, Buffy/Angelus, G)

Reprieve by tastes_like_rain (Buffy/Angel, not rated)

Lie by tastes_like_rain (Buffy/Angel, T)

She, Her by tastes_like_rain (Angel/Buffy, T)

Call me! Maybe? by Spikelover4ever (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

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[Chaptered Fiction]

Truth and Consequences, Ch. 20 by JamesMFan (Buffy/Spike, R)

Infernal Fire, Ch. 7 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Degradation of Duality [Series Part 2] Ch. 26 by Ragini (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Itty Bitty Wiggy Piggy, Ch. 2 by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, R)

Get Out, Ch. 2 by simmony (Buffy/Spike, R)

Mysteries of the Unexplained, Ch. 2 by Willow25 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May, Ch. 2 by cawthraven (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

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Free to a Good Home, Ch. 2 by though_you_try (Buffy/Spike, R)

It's Good Branding! Ch. 2 by Amina (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Summoning, Ch. 2 by the_big_bad (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Laid, Ch. 2 by Holly (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Close to Home, Ch. 2 by Sigyn (Buffy/Spike, R)

Another Truce? Ch. 2 by To Be Hers (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Some lovely glorious nothing I did see... Ch. 2 by fortes775 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

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Do you have a topic you can give a speech about with no research? Would you like to share the speech?

*Asks are sent for fun, no pressure to answer

Writing: fiction or nonfiction... essays, short stories, novels, editing, and so on.

*clears throat* WELCOME TO MY WRITING TED TALK!

One of my favorite tips to give students struggling with how to properly write essays: use quote sandwiches! It’s such a fun phrase that it’s memorable. A quote sandwich consists of a sentence that introduces/sets up the quote and how the quote relates to the paragraph’s topic sentence, then a second sentence that is the quote itself, then a third sentence that summarizes the takeaway from the quote. By using this method you never make the mistake of ending an essay paragraph with a quote (big no-no) and you’re providing appropriate substance to your essay content.

Editing tip: its versus it’s. The word "it's" is a contraction for "it is" while the word "its" is the possessive form of "it." If you use “it’s”, read the sentence back to yourself by substituting “it is” for “it’s”. If it’s wrong, you used the wrong form. Example:

“The lion ate it’s meal.” (The lion ate it is meal -- NOPE!)

“The lion ate its meal.” (YUP -- the meal belongs to the lion!)

Fiction writing: I could go on for hours about this topic. While there is no right or wrong when it comes to ideas, there are shades of good and bad when it comes to the strength of your writing. Here are a handful of my tips.

Even if you’re an excellent editor, another editor or beta readers will catch things you are blind to in your own work. Nothing kills what could have been a wonderful story/book quicker than a poor editing job.

Sensory details are important to draw readers into a scene. We want to see where the characters are, smell what they’re smelling, hear what they’re hearing, and so on. Don’t go overboard, of course, unless it serves the plot to do so, but give us enough that we have a basis to fill in the rest with our imaginations.

If you have a character missing one of their senses (blind, deaf, etc), keep in mind that from their point of view, they’ll be drawing more from the other senses they have. A blind character may not see what’s in a room, but they’re going to pick up on scents, sounds, the texture of objects, etc.

Understanding your character’s traits and what drives them is important to giving them life on the page and making them relatable, otherwise they’ll fall flat. If I feel stuck on giving a character more depth, I like to go through personality types to help shape who they are.

Drawing from real life experiences can help -- not to re-create the entirety of that experience on the page, but pieces can heighten the connection your reader feels. This is basically the “write what you know” mantra, but I prefer to think of it as “use what you know and make it something new.” Just don’t rely on it, especially in a longer piece where it might only work for a scene or two.

You can use the word “say” in dialogue tags. It’s VERY noticeable when a writer goes out of their way to never use “say” -- I have rage quit on books that use a different dialogue tag word for every damn line of dialogue. On the flipside, using “say” too much is overwhelming for a reader as well, so there needs to be a balance. It’s also okay to use alternatives (”growls”, “mumbles”, etc) -- these help bolster more emotional dialogue or tones of voices appropriate for certain situations (why would you talk at normal volume if you’re sneaking around, or whisper if you’re trying to be heard over helicopter rotors?).

However, the important thing is to not overdo dialogue tags. They’re not always necessary, especially if there’s only a couple characters in a scene and it’s clear who is speaking. This is also where action comes in, or internal thoughts/commentary. For an example (below the cut), I’ll use a snippet of a scene from one of my books, first using the dialogue tag of “say” wherever possible, then finally with what I actually used for the book. (For context, the POV character is blind, and she has just realized in this scene that artificial intelligence robots snuck into their part of the city.)

With way, way, too many “say” dialogue tags and less action/thoughts (aka the cringe version):

I release Midnight’s harness and stumble toward Qaze, who catches me when I reach out for him.

“Listen,” I say, trying to keep the panic from my voice.

“Kimara, what are you—” he says.

“Don’t talk,” I say. “Close your eyes. You can’t trust them right now. Focus on the sounds around you. Listen, Qaze.”

He stills, then his body tenses as he pulls me flush against him.

“Is that what I think it is?” Qaze says, his questioning voice low.

“Yes,” I say. “How did it get in the ward? Can’t you see it?”

His head lifts away from mine, and his neck moves under my fingertips. Then he lowers it back toward me.

“You need to come with me,” he says. “You’re not safe alone out here.” Qaze pulls back slowly, tugging on my hand. “You’re right, I’m not ready for this night to end yet either,” he says louder, pulling me toward his house.

Once the door shuts behind me, Qaze releases my hand. “Check the front rooms while I check the rest of the house?” he asks.

I do a sweep through the rooms I’m most familiar with—the den and dining area. Hearing nothing amiss, I lean against the front door to wait. I absentmindedly scratch Midnight’s head, then straighten when Qaze’s footsteps tread a path in this direction.

“Nothing in here. Come with me,” he says.

With intermixed dialogue tags, thoughts, and action (aka the good version, though I’m biased):

I release Midnight’s harness and stumble toward Qaze, who catches me when I reach out for him. His sandalwood and pine scent wraps around me. My hand grabs the back of his neck and I pull him close, until I feel the shell of his ear against my lips. He sucks in a surprised breath.

“Listen,” I whisper, trying to keep the panic from my voice.

“Kimara, what are you—”

“Don’t talk. Close your eyes. You can’t trust them right now. Focus on the sounds around you. Listen, Qaze.”

He stills, and a few minutes pass of us standing there in our strange embrace. Then his body tenses as he pulls me flush against him.

“Is that what I think it is?” Qaze’s voice is so low that I barely hear it.

“Yes. How did it get in the ward? Can’t you see it?”

His head lifts away from mine, and his neck moves under my fingertips as if he were simply stretching the muscles. Then he lowers it back toward me.

“You need to come with me,” he whispers. “You’re not safe alone out here.”

Qaze pulls back slowly, making sure I keep my balance. Midnight walks over, nails clicking softly against the walkway, and leans against my leg.

We had just said goodbye to each other. Wouldn’t it sound strange if we suddenly change our mind? Does an artificial intelligence even care about the logic of that?

Qaze’s hand finds mine and gives it a gentle tug. “You’re right, I’m not ready for this night to end yet either,” he says, pulling me toward his house.

Oh. My. This is his plan to make it sound like we didn’t notice the warden outside his house? My cheeks flame. No one else is nearby, or I would’ve heard them by now, but I didn’t expect him to insinuate that we would…

Well. I guess the warden probably won’t care what we do inside his home. Some of my embarrassment abates.

Once the door shuts behind me, Qaze releases my hand. “Check the front rooms while I check the rest of the house?”

I make a sound of assent and do a sweep through the rooms I’m most familiar with—the den and dining area. Since he only moved into this house in the past few months, I haven’t explored much of it. Hearing nothing amiss, I lean against the front door to wait. His footsteps cross from one place to the next, becoming quieter as he moves deeper inside. He pauses to listen in each room, several minutes of silence passing between his movements.

Midnight nuzzles my leg, probably wondering why we’ve stayed in place for so long. I absentmindedly scratch her head, then straighten when Qaze’s footsteps tread a path in this direction.

“Nothing in here. Come with me,” he says.

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