#we need the feeds asap i swear on everything

[ladymarycrawley]

Chelsea FC Nursery - Mason Mount

Request: Is so basically one day you got called in to work and no one could look after your daughter who is about 1 so mason has to take her in to work and at first she is scared of everyone but then she warms up to everyone by the end of the day she doesn’t want to leave

Warning: pure fluff 💕 (a lil bday gift for the loveliest @masterclassbaby 🌟)

Tag list: @masonxomount​ @chelsealover​ @masterclassbaby​

Having a baby and having to deal with super busy working schedules wasn’t something ideal for newparents. Most of the time you succeeded in organizing everything perfectly: bath and feeding time, taking her to the doctors and everything in between but some other things got more complicated meaning you had to deal with unplanned surprises such as your boss unexpectedly calling you into work when it should have been your day off.

“You said you’d have been off today” Your boyfriend whined as his eyes were following you, rushing to get ready and have a decent look to get into work.

“Yeah baby, I know but that pain in the arse of my boss said he needed me asap” You huffed, struggling to put your wool sweater on and therefore swearing about putting your head in the wrong hole.

Mason bit on his lips as your frantic moves caused him to smile but he knew that seeing him smirking somehow amused would have gotten you on your nerves.

“What about Lyla? I’ve training…” He scratched the back of his neck, racking his brain to think about what to do with your baby girl: should he have called Lewis and asked him to look after his niece? 

“Fuck” You breathed out while swiftly checking if you got everything you needed in your bag. “I can’t take her with me, even though I’d love to” Lyla was sitting on the ground, peacefully playing with her toys, as you placed the look of love upon her.

“I guess I’ll came up with something” Mason muttered, holding your coat out for you to wear it as you were putting on your boots.

“Thanks” You addressed a little smile to your man, the man that never failed to make you feel loved. Gratefulness filled your heart during every moment you would spend with him, even during these harder time where those loving feelings could have been the last thing among your priorities.

You shared a quick peck before kissing Lyla goodbye. “I’ll see you tonight babies, love you!” 

“Bye! We love you!” He shouted back at you before closing the front door and looking at his daughter with a mixture of fear and hassle in his eyes.

“Okay bubs, what should I do with you? Mhh?” Mason clearly didn’t expect for his one year old baby to answer his question so the puzzled look she gave him elicited a laughter from him.

“Come here” That baby, the result of your love, was everything to him. He loved her to the moon and back and would have climbed the highest mountain in the world to see her smile.

“Mama?” Her little voice echoed in the room, calling for you.

“She had to go, baby, we’ll try to see if uncle Lewis can come over” Mason took his phone out of his pocket to dial his older brother’s number but he forgot he was out of town meaning he couldn’t have taken up his uncle and babysitter duties. He rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance. Things were harder than expected.

“Dada?”

“Cool…what should we do now?”

At that moment an idea came up to him like a genius stroke: he could have taken Lyla with him to Cobham so she would have plenty of babysitters who could look after her.

"Okay baby, you know what? Today you'll come to work with daddy, are you happy?" He was beaming with eagerness thanks to his idea, the best idea he could think of.

"Yes!" She squealed, wiggling her hands in the air happily, mostly to match the enthusiastic tone of her dad.

"You'll meet a lot of new friends, uncle Ben will be there…You'll love it" He tried to encourage her by listing all the cons about this new experience as he dressed her in an adorable grey tracksuit matching his own.

Lyla looked a little confused because, even being this young, she sensed that day wasn't going to be an ordinary one, most of all because her mum wasn’t there with her.

"Mummy?"

"She's at work, love, but she'll come back soon"

Even though she was definitely a daddy’s girl, she wanted to share that special day she was going to live with you but you weren’t there and that was kind of upsetting for your baby.

When Mason took his phone to dial Potter’s number to ask whether it was okay for him to bring his daughter to training, Lyla started trotting around the living room looking for you: she looked behind the sofa, underneath the cushions, under the table but you were nowhere to be found.

“Lyla love, what are you doing?”

“Mama”

If you listened closely you could hear Mason’s heart beat getting faster as he hated breaking his little one’s.

“You’ll see her in a couple of hours, sweetheart. You’ll have a lot of fun with dada!” He stated while preparing the tiny, pink glitter backpack with all her stuff.

At that moment, your doorbell rang and she lifted her head towards it expecting you to enter the house. It was uncle Ben instead, as Mason asked him to go to training together so the baby would have faced the new experience better but that wasn’t the case as she started crying when she realised it wasn’t her mum the one at the door.

“Hey princess, why are you crying? It’s me!” Ben asked, taking her in his arms and lifting her up in the air.

Mason huffed, shaking his head in despair as the last thing he wanted was making his child cry.

“She’s not happy about going to Chelsea nursery” Ben chuckled, kissing her temple sweetly.

“Nope, apparently not” Mason chuckled back, giving Lyla her dummy in the hope she would calm down a bit while holding her favourite plushie.

“Shall we go? We’re running late”

Mason nodded and put his training bag on his shoulder as he grabbed the pink bag with the other hand.

“You look so hot with the glitter bag” Ben teased him.

“Shut up, I drip too hard” Mason answered in kind, making his friend laugh out loud.

The two friends and teammates drove together to Cobham ready to train with the rest of the squad. The moment you got in the car Lyla stopped crying, looking out of the window quite intrigued about what the next destination would have been.

“We’re going to a beautiful place” Mason kissed her cheek, her big brown eyes looking all around while hugging her teddy bear tightly.

When they entered the training centre the first ones to welcome them were Kepa and Jorginho who grinned widely when their eyes fell on the baby girl in Mason’s arms.

“Look who’s here, hi baby girl” Jorgi took Lyla’s tiny hands in his.

“She seems a bit scared” Kepa giggled “hola guapa!”

“Yeah, she’s. Y/N got called into work and no one could stay home with her so I asked the gaffer if I could take her here” The Chelsea midfielder explained to his teammates.

“Dada” She moaned nuzzling in her dad’s neck.

“Daddy’s here, baby” He whispered into her ear as Ben smiled at her, brushing his hand against her leg affectionately.

"Oh there she is, our new staff member" Potter made his entrance in the room with that little joke about your baby.

"Yeah, thanks coach. She's a really quiet girl, I promise that"

"Yes, I just hope she's taken after her mother then" He moved closer to say hi to her but she got scared and nuzzled against Mason's neck once again. 

"She isn't anything like her father, mister" Ben joked, earning a glare from Mason as he really loved when people would notice the things he and his baby had in common instead of his best friend mocking him.

“Okay, I love having this little miss here with us but we should start working”

That was a good occasion for Mason to combine business with pleasure as he would train while keeping an eye on the most important thing he had, making some grimaces every now and then to make her laugh.

Once the training was over, all the Chelsea boys came to play with Lyla, Ben, Christian and Kepa in particular. The little girl already knew Mason’s football best friend but as soon as she met the American player she only had eyes for him: they laughed a lot together, even forgetting about her dad who was the love of her life.

Mason couldn’t have been happier about hearing his daughter’s careless laughters filling the room but he would have lied to himself if he would say that interaction didn't make him any jealous.

“Lyla love, it’s time to go home!”

“No!!” She protested, wiggling her tiny legs as she was playing hide and seek with the boys.

“Come on love, mummy would be home soon!” He tried to convince her by talking about her mummy, the most important woman of your lives.

“Come on Lyla, we’ll go on playing another day!” Christian tried to help Mason, giggling when she didn’t want to leave his hand.

“Well you forgot about your beloved dad rather quickly, you ungrateful child” Mason muttered as taking her in his arms, smiling against her temple before kissing it.

The whole Chelsea staff laughed at his joke before waving the loving baby their goodbyes.

"I'm home!" You sang before closing the front door behind you. The first thing you saw was your baby trying to "run" to you and it was the best, cutest thing you've ever seen.

"Hello baby! Come to mummy" You took her in your arms, peppering kisses all over her face.

Mason, who had the biggest grin ever hearing the two of you laugh wholeheartedly, made his way to you, to welcome you back.

"Look who's there"

"Hello mummy" He whispered against your lips, his voice a bit husky.

"Hello daddy" You replied to him in the same tone before giving each other a kiss.

"How was your day?"

"Tell mummy where did daddy take you"

"Where did you go??"

"To Cobham!"

"To - what?"

"Yeah, it was like take your children to work day"

"Mason" You glared at him, knowing full well that wasn’t the truth.

"I had no choice, Y/N as nobody could come and look after her"

"We should start looking for a babysitter" You sighed, placing your baby back on the ground. 

"No way"

"How dared you take my baby in that place?" You chuckled, placing your coat back on the hanger.

"We met a lot of new people and there was also uncle Ben!" Mason sounded way more excited than Lyla really was or should have been, from her dad's point of view.

Your daughter still had that look of confusion on her face, her eyes kind of tired and puffy from the amount of emotions she experienced that day. You smiled looking at her, taking her back in your arms.

"It was a busy day, wasn't it baby?" You cooed in her ear as she rubbed her little fist against her chocolate brown eyes, the same as her dad.

"Bedtime princess! Come on, let's go" Mason stated with his arms out for you to pass her to him.

"Did you already have dinner?"

"Yep, we ate some pasta daddy made and we watched a film we've never saw: Frozen" He rolled his eyes and said the last part of the sentence feigning annoyance with her baby watching the same cartoon over and over again.

"Oh really?" You answered giggling.

"Have you ever seen it? It's good actually"

"How many times did you watch it this week?" You asked, your mouth at the corner of his lips.

"That must've been the seventh time this week" He muttered smirking, pressing a kiss on your cheek. You smiled as your gaze laid on your baby yawning.

"Good night, baby. Mummy loves you so much" You pressed a kiss to her forehead before letting her go with her dad upstairs.

While he was tucking Lyla in, you changed into your warm and soft pajamas, a big smile on your face as you couldn't have imagined a better life for you to live with such special people by your side you were lucky to call yours.

Mason came back in less than ten minutes, smirking. 

"What's that face for?"

He shrugged and hugged you from behind.

"She wanted her mama to sleep with her, I told her you were coming so she closed her eyes and started snoring one minute after"

You chuckled, your fingers grazing his forearms in soothing circles.

"You tricked her"

"It's for her good"

Mason pressed a kiss right under your jaw, making you shiver "Plus I needed her mama too…"

You turned to face him, throwing your arms around his neck.

"You missed me?"

"You have no idea" He placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. "I always miss you. I really wanted you to see her becoming friend with Christian and all the other lads…I think she has a soft spot for him"

"I missed you too…well, she's good taste, I guess she's taken from me" You blinked, clearly referring to you liking Mason.

"I guess, but I feel betrayed. I have to be her prince"

His line as a jealous father, madly in love with his daughter, made you chuckle, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck.

"You'll always be her prince but let's say metaphorically"

It was his turn to laugh as he closed his eyes and breathed in the scent of your vanilla conditioner he loved before pressing a kiss on your nape.

"You've a point there"

The two of you stayed like that in silence for while, Mason’s hands squeezing your hips and moving them along your back. 

"But I'll always be your prince, right?"

"Always" You trailed your lips along his stubble quite teasingly. You thought all those dad duties made him look even hotter than he already was so being away from him all that time was pure torture.

Sharing some intimate moments for the two of you had gotten more difficult since the birth of your princess but you always made sure to have some it was during moments like that where she was asleep in her own bed, that you knew you should have seized the opportunity. Mason started sucking on your neck’s sensitive skin as a sound which was something in between a laughter and a moan escaped your lips.

When his fingers slipped inside your pajama bottoms, Lyla’s cry got your attention and made you jump.

“Lyla’s crying” You whined, worried about your baby but also a bit annoyed with her worst timing.

Mason huffed and kept his hands to himself. “Hold on baby, daddy’s coming!” He shouted on his way to her bedroom “We’re just trying to give you a sibling, you could show some respect” He muttered out loud, knowing that would have made you laugh.

“Mase!!” You called his name with the intention of scolding him but the laugh his line and his bothered face caused you, made your intention fail.

[girlwithwolftatoo]

If you’re still accepting requests (I’m sorry if you’re not, you can totally ignore this):

Hw would the moon boys react with a reader whose love language is cooking and baking? Like, on a random day, their partner just starts making them all sorts of dishes and pastries for them to take to work, leaving little love notes with it.

Ihate cooking/baking, but the moment I’m in love I suddenly become a three Michelin star chef. 😂

*Undusts herself and looks around* Oh my gods, sorry about the HUGE delay! But here it is, I had a sudden idea while investigating about Hannukah (I hope I wrote it right) so... Marc Spector:

*Marc has some issues with the linking between food + love, we know why (coughcoughchapterfivefromseriescough). When you make him breakfast or he takes care of a meal for you, he perceives it as a simple couple task.

*So, why are you suddenly preparing such special dishes? If it happens you're not from the Jewish community, you begin to make traditional sweets or even whole meals, and you always seem expectating when practically dragging Marc to the table so he can "point" your cooking skills.

*It takes Marc some time to understand the reason behind your extra effort, and once he does... well, he's ready to swear to the whole Ennead he'll love and devote his life to yours until the end of this universe.

*He's not very picky with food, remember he was a marine and later a mercenary. To his eyes, whatever you do looks like a three-course banquet, and it overwhelms him in a special way.

*Marc is more into normal meals than comfort food, but will never say no when you ask him to try a just baked cupcakes or a natural fruit parfait. It's sweet, he thinks, but never sweeter than you.

Steven Grant:

*This man NEEDS someone to fill his stomach, like, ASAP. And I don't mean it because he's a vegan, but because we know he tends to forget to feed himself properly, like... almost every other esencial self-care tasks.

*The first time you prepare the breakfast for him, he disolves himself in compliments and kind words to you. Of course, he'll try to be fair and make meals for you too, so it's pretty usual that, when he invites you to stay in his place, he spends like three hours watching a tutorial to make a very fancy pasta and other things (specially if you're omnivore).

*One day, you show up to his work with a cute lunch that resembles a lot the kawaii meals you can see in the internet. Another day, you bring cookies you baked. And another day, you ask him if he's interested in some banana bread (and he better says yes because you've already cooked it).

*You could ask Steven to munch on a shoe and he'll do it happily. He loves everything you cook and bake for him and eats it like if it was the last meal on Earth. He looks almost like a little boy, his eyes reflect all the good feelings he has when you feed him.

*Of course he has his favourites, perhaps some specific cookies or, if it's summertime and you're up to, a sorbet flavor, but he's always up to experiment with whatever you have in mind.

Jake Lockley:

*Jake has an oposite vision about food than Marc. For him, if someone takes their time to cook or bake something, without being paid for that, it means they love the person they're cooking for with all their heart.

*So, try to picture what runs through his mind the first time you invite him to eat something you prepared in your apartment. He'll finish with the whole portions if you allow him.

*You know he's the most eccentric of the Moon boys, even more than Steven, so baking desserts is the right way to keep yourself into his heart (but, honestly, even if you handed him a bowl of cereal with fruit he'd still follow you like a loyal dog). Donuts and muffins are his favorites, and you don't have problems in spending some extra money to get the tools and ingredients for some decorations like whipping cream and royal ice.

*And ohh if this man doesn't love the cute messages you put along with his brand new box of bread. A little secret: he keeps all the notes you include in his meals, sticking them together with tape so they don't break and he can keep them like other people do with photos in their wallets.

*He's not affraid to ask you for certain things, if you tell him you want to try another thing (a cake, per example), he'll offer all of his support. And, in the case you fail a recipe, he'll be there to hug you and remind you that, for him, you're the best person in the world and you make him happy with or without food.

[shaolinbynature]

This is the series of events that unfolded in terms of tonight’s voting:

KevDavDay discuss voting. They ponder if Ian would have the votes. David believes Nicole would vote to keep Ian and that it could be a split vote. 

David says they SHOULD split the vote to get the blood on Dani’s hands and show her cards

Day wonders if David would stick to the plan and not flip last second

David says he’s 100% for the split. (remember later) Kevin, Day, David agree to vote out Tyler to keep Ian. They agree how crazy the split will be.

KEVIN MARCHES HIS ASS TO DANI and tells all. Says David wants to purposely force blood on her hands.

Dani says she down for the split and will send Tyler out to his face

Dani talks to the KKKlan and says she’s NOT down for the split and is pissed off

Nicole and Felony discuss votes and says KevDavDay think she’s keeping Ian BUT she will vote out Ian for the KKKlan

She wants the fans not to hate her so she PLANS TO FAKE EMOTIONS FOR SYMPATHY OF VOTING OUT IAN

KKKlan learns about KevDavDay’s plan of a split vote and decide to fuck it up. 

THEIR PLAN: David shook hands Day about not flipping (remember above) so Tyler has to pull David aside before the show begins so it looks like Tyler is asking for his vote. After they finish talking, Tyler has to purposely hug David in front of everyone and say “Thank you”. Julie will say that it’s a 5-3 to evict Ian. KevDavDay were certain it would be 4 votes (them + Nicole) so since it’s only 3 votes, (KevDavDay’s votes only, no Nicole) they would assume David flipped last second to keep Tyler. The KKKlan will push the narrative that David did flip the vote.

The KKKlan is excited by this plan for tonight.

Nicole wants to be taught how to act for tonight. Rat Behavior.

KKKlan wants Cody to win HOH.

Da’Vonne & David will be on the block if they win.

At the end of the day.......this is all Kevin's fault and we hate him in this house.

[ruby-whistler]

i made a list of the vibes of the hermits i watch, so you might want to check some of them out! this is just mostly jokes, but i thought all of the more “serious” propaganda was missing something, so have what truly makes hermitcraft worth it; the players’ unique styles!

will be back on my dsmp stuff asap but it’s the first day of season 8 and i would really appreciate if you checked them out through the links provided :]

Grian; [ episode one link ]

vibes of a 17 year old mcyter, is actually 27 and married

noo not my red jumpah!

chaotic capitalist

someone is making the server better through order? *starts another war* whoops, hand slipped :D

he built a- he rebuilt his entire megabase in survival, above a giant lake of lava, in the nether, on hard mode, upside down??

“watching as scar dies over and over in my trap is peak comedy and i’m tired of pretending it’s not” but it happens like 5 times i every season

video editing is very main-stream and good for short attention spans!

*sad montage over losing stuff he’ll get back in 15 minutes because he’s rich*

pesky birdd! great elytra flier! amazing builder! will tnt your house! poultrymannn!!

wholesome, chaos incarnate, talented architect

why won’t mumbo respond to my messages it’s been two weeks :[ (clingy)

doors???????????? your house has doors???? no doors for you good sir!

will laugh a lot at a lot of things, esp when he’s with his friends

genuinely just so fun to watch

Mumbo Jumbo; [ episode one link ]

perfect british accent

mustache man (warning: he has no mustache irl)

*fails ten businesses in a row* iskall please help

redstone is his element

“it’s actually quite simple” i like your funny words magic man, now can you repeat how in the hell you made a that fancy vault work-

filmographer?? i think? met up with grian irl

him and grian have a robot son named grumbot. that has nothing to do with the vibes but i had to mention him because he means a lot to me.

tries to stay out of wars and server politics until someone (grian) drags him into them

minigame maker, makes the hermits competitive and that is scary (also very funny) e. g. button, hermit challengesss!

“it’ll be fineee” *que shot of everything on fire behind him*

makes his base a living being and then all his neighbors end up feeding it instead of him

conspiracy theorist. bumbo baggins. the usual.

very entertaining videos that help you learn more about minecraft mechanics!

GoodTimesWithScar; [ episode one link ]

wheelchair creator with literally the best vibes

so wholesome i. he is so cool he makes me so happy :’D

*extremely cool announcer voice* ooooo hello there my fellow miners and crafters, good timeees with scar heree, and welcome backk to the wonderful world of hermits and crafting, and we’re flying over-

commentates everything extremely well

spends tenths of hours on builds within a single video and doesn’t bat an eye

lore for all of his builds! he builds these amazing bases to tell a story!

“i wanna see white flags! white flags, outside your base, by-“ wait no wrong anti-rebellion army leader

all videos have a clear objective

mostly building, but he loves hanging out/helping his friends!

loves disney movies! wants to go to space! :D

kind-hearted, always makes everyone else smile

can be chaotic but usually just tries to have fun and make sure everyone else has fun too

*flies into a tree on half a heart* wait what why did i die D:

scar. scar please eat. you’re going to die for the tenth time this video-

the non-chaotic capitalist, has extremely creative shop designs

a danger to himself, but also the kind of person you can’t be angry at for long

BdoubleO100; [ episode one link ]

the guitar music at the beginning of his videos brings a smile to my face, it just has such an immaculate mood

*camera pans over him as said music plays* ladies and gentlemen welcome to another episode of hoimycraffff

the way he talks is extremely endearing

one of the best builders on the server - probably best builder of interiors in existence

able to make a palette using any number of strange blocks and then make amazing builds using it

built a whole castle as a backdrop, then built an entire giant mountain for said castle

extremely sensitive to short jokes, usually gets pranked by others because his reactions are always so funny

his daughters show up from time to time in his room while he’s recording and it’s so cute

*has no way to see the sun but still knows it’s nighttime* gotta go schleep!

scar, pointing at him “this is why we can’t have nice sunsets”

(scar dies because of mobs every time bdubs isn’t on the server to sleep)

likes to be accomplice because he isn’t the one being made fun of (/lh)

*shoots himself in front of a confused grian because he thinks the guy wants his face again when he’s actually just looking for a netherportal*

is usually the underdog so it feels good when he wins

they’re all actually such great friends so it’s genuinely funny to watch

he himself is amazing at entertainment and just a very cool guy

ImpulseSV; [ episode one link ]

what’s going on everyone, my name is impulse and welcome back to hermitcraft!

always speaks with a smile in his voice

has a good dynamic with basically everyone

great co-worker and always helps out if he can

had his base turned pink during the swap, and instead of changing it back afterwards, he dyed his skin’s hair and clothing pink to match it

very cool and original building style!

makes a lot of farms and sells what he gets in his few shops

makes money to be able to do more stuff and make more farms

blows up most his base ever so often to rebuild parts. you know, like a normal person does in minecraft survival.

the grind is never over

the guy who always gets all of the work done on the school project and proceeds to be chill about it

always has very cool side-projects going on and puts his heart into all of them

pog timelapses!!

Rendog; [ episode one link ]

*short, funny scene from the video at the beginning slowly fades out into great music

dogs howling as the half-dog half-cog logo comes up*

greetiiings cyberdogs and citizens of the interbubs! this is ren diggity dawg coming atcha, in another minecraft episodes varuuummm the hermit. craft. server. (hey!)

we’re kicking things off today my friends, from the- *location name on screen*

that intro gets me hyped every time

he’s a furry who talks in bro language it’s great i swear - very atypical but fun

he transformed an entire biome into a star wars planet for his base

his building skills and dedication are incredible

horny (just a little bit)

the only person who cared about mycelium in the whole rebellion

does a lot of roleplay-themed stuff and mysteries to be solved

“b-dubba-dubs one hundred”

extremely upbeat & sweet guy

adds -age after everything “biddage” “flyage” to make it sound Cooler

amazingly positive always and funny as hell

mcc winner!! wooooooooo :D

always tries to be where stuff is happening and interact with people

very entertaining editing style

Iskall85; [ episode one link ]

drives joke into the mud and then picks them up and does it again which is funny

starts videos with one-off bits

iskallman!!! the superhero literally no one needed and yet there he is

only has one (1) braincell when with mumbo

they both do and they’re hilarious together every time

like when they laughed at squeaky noises for ten minutes straight. guys please you’re adult men

bernie the leaf master

omega (something) of doom!!

encourages gambling (in a videogame)

he has so many jokes he keeps using i can’t possibly fit them all in here

basically a wildcard

i have no idea what he’s doing this season

i have no idea what he’s doing ever actually

tame chaos, confusing to the point when it’s funny again

really great builder as well!

mostly for younger audiences but his videos are a good watch in general

feel free to send asks about hc! i’m already loosely involved in hermitblr but yeah, my dsmp followers aren’t immune :] /lh /j

[pjisskullourful]

( ƝЄҲƬ ƓƖƦԼƑƦƖЄƝƊ )

💙Victoria X reader

NSFW!🔥 sapphic smutty dirty swearing sexytimes

° Victoria de Angelis & female reader insert ✨ cameos by: Damiano, Thomas & Ethan

° 🎶 baby I got an idea... I should be your next girlfriend ||| your longterm friend & on&off crush, Victoria dares you to take part in a drag competition & you decide to give her a performance she'll never forget

wordcount:: 7,533

° wonderful anonrequest x2 - we have all read smut about the band being in the zone and reader getting turned in by it but I really want to see the opposite, so like maybe reader is a dancer and she is in the zone being a badass and one of the members (or more) just gets super hot and bothered, + We need some vic smut ASAP (with a female reader please). [ask & it shall be given- requests are open!]

° fuelled by queer queen gia woods' masterpiece NEXT GIRLFRIEND all the lyrics included belong to her  ° tricks & stunnalina stage presentation heavily inspired by queen of everything KYLIE SONIQUE LOVE & her serve of actual sex on legs in this lipsync ° inspired by weekly sydney drag comp night- also called DRAG FOR DOLLARS which has the same setup of loudest cheer wins- which does welcome performers of all different schools of drag: including magical bioqueens✨ &before any of yall ask- yes, i have painted my body blue & goneout to a dragshow in only a bodysuit

"You should perform." Victoria leant in close, her words carrying clearly over the pumping music.

You almost choked on your drink, spitting the straw out of your mouth. You turned to where she had scooted over to the edge of the couch. For a moment, the rest of the nightclub faded away and you were trapped in her gaze, a lump in your throat.

People had been staring at you ever since you had left the apartment with your four friends - but that was to be expected when you had painted the majority of your body blue. But this was instantly different, it was so much more intense than the gawks coming from strangers.

It wasn't easy to settle under her fierce stare, it made your heart beat faster and your mind race.

Three years of friendship - three years of wondering, marked by the occasional dream. Three years of one or the other not being single. Three years of jokingly calling one another wifey and sharing a bed a few times per year. Three years of holding hands and people regularly mistaking you for a couple.

Three years of no action because you were waiting for the perfect moment, always half-considering that maybe she didn't feel the same way.

Now she was giving you that look, like you were the only woman in the world. She looked directly into your eyes, not getting distracted by the extreme makeup, or the black netting that covered your features, save for your eyes and mouth. She was looking at you like she expected something great, her interest secured.

"What, are you nuts?"

The group had come to your favourite gay club in Rome, hanging out simply because there was time in your schedules - an availability with the four members of Måneskin was getting rarer as time went on. But tonight there had been an opportunity, coinciding with the venue's weekly open stage night for drag queens. Drag for Dollars - it was a free for all, sometimes it was great and other times it was full of amateurs who had over-estimated their stage presence, running out of steam before the Lady Gaga song was finished.

It wasn't for you to participate in. You had never felt the urge - it was enough to just watch and cheer.

"This is a drag show." You said.

She nodded. "Right and what you are in tonight- that isn't drag, because…?"

You paused, this entire look had been thrown together, following an idea that had made complete sense in your head. You had simply kept adding ideas until you had something that was interesting, something that could add excitement into your Instagram feed. You wanted to impress your friends, to see how many a's Damiano would add to yaaas, to see what kind of flirty comments Victoria would leave on all the pictures that you posted.

"I don't quite meet the necessary criteria."

"Oh, come on…" She inched forward and put a hand on your knee. "You're the best dressed person here and I know you can dance, I've seen you vogue."

"That's just goofing around." You said.

She shrugged. "Okay, so why don't you just goof around on stage? What's the harm? Nobody here tonight cares, this is hardly Drag Race. And you'll probably win and then you get some money out of it. Why not?"

"Why not…" You repeated slowly, eyes going over to the empty stage. You felt the urge to do as she requested, to show off for her, to be the centre of her attention.

"Did you tell her our idea?" Damiano had sprung onto the couch next to Victoria.

"Your idea?" They had been talking about it, not just her fantasising about you on the stage. There was something equal parts relieving and disappointing in realising that.

"Yeah, Thomas is talking to the host right now to see if they've still got an available slot for you."

You looked across to where Thomas was standing by the bar, talking to a drag queen in a long, peach-coloured sequin gown. They were looking over a clipboard, heads bowed.

You were nodding as you turned back to Victoria and Damiano. "I'm gonna do it." You quickly sucked up the rest of your drink, locking eyes with her.

"Hell yeah!" Damiano jumped up and offered his hands to you. "Let's go pick a song."

You placed your empty glass down and tore your eyes off of her face. In the same instant that you took his hand, you were pulled up onto your feet. She waved to you before you were yanked into his momentum, scampering along after him. 

"Is this a terrible idea?" You asked, tugging on his arm to get his attention. You realised he was the wrong person to ask - in all the time that you had known him, he had never ruled anything a bad idea.

"What, are you kidding? This is the best idea ever, this is going to be so iconic."

"Hey." Thomas greeted you with a smile. "They have room for you."

"Yeah." A deep voice came from the well-painted woman. "We'll start in about thirty minutes, just head backstage…" She indicated an inconspicuous door tucked away opposite the stairwell. "What song are you gonna do?"

"Uh…"

"We'll be alright, I know what songs are already picked." Thomas said.

The queen dismissed this with a flap of her wrist. "Nah, don't worry about that- the crowd loves when there's a double-up. Just pick something that's on Spotify and it'll be fine. When you've figured it out, talk to the stage manager- you'll be able to pick him out, he's wearing the trucker hat unironically." She tipped you a wink before leaving.

"What song are you thinking?" Damiano asked, both of them turning to you.

"I don't… I don't even- should I do Billie Jean and moonwalk, that'll get a pretty big cheer, right?"

His mouth dropped open. "You know how to moonwalk?" 

"Oh I know what song." Thomas said, stepping forward. "The song that has the sick bass that comes in like…" He started to mime playing a bass guitar, making the sounds of the notes. "And then it goes, da-da dadadada da du-da-da…"

"Are you literally singing what's playing right now?" You asked.

"No, no, it's a new song. You played it when we were in the car the other day and Vic has literally not shut up about it since, 'cause it's the gay song, you know?" He said. "And there's that awesome guitar solo that closes it out."

"Um, do you mean the one that goes…" Damiano started mumble singing. "Um babida and there's a girlfriend, 'cause somethin' or anything and a girlfriend… ladida, somethin' about being sticky- sticky."

You hadn't been expecting for this to make sense, but somehow their ramblings sparked an insight in you. "Next Girlfriend by Gia Woods- I think that's what you're thinking of."

Thomas' face lit up and he clicked before showing you a thumbs up. "Yes! Do that song, don't you think?"

"That song is hot, you have to do that one."

You nodded to yourself, taking a moment to think it over as you readjusted the temporary long ponytail attached to the crown of your head. "Yep, I'll do that."

"Hell yeah!"

"We gotta get the euros ready." Thomas said. "We'll tip you lots. Wait, you don't have a drag name. Shit, we'll think one up… shit…"

"No, she doesn't need one. Look at her, showstopper without needing to say a word." Damiano said, picking up one of your hands and giving it a squeeze. "I feel like such a stage mum, God, this is the shit I was born for. But the question is- when you win, how much of the prize money are you gonna share with us?" You stared at him, slack-jawed. "What? I'm just sayin', it was our idea."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, I probably won't even win." 

"You're gonna win, honey."

"You will." Thomas said.

"The winner is picked by whoever gets the loudest cheer, and guess who has the loudest friends?" Damiano completed his statement by tucking his head down as his arms extended into a dab.

"And he doesn't just mean in this club tonight, he means in the whole of Rome."

"Right. I'm gonna go backstage and talk to the guy and touch up my lipstick and, I dunno, do stretches or something."

"You're gonna be amazing." Damiano said, releasing your hand after kissing the back of it.

"Do you want us to keep the song a surprise for the others?" Thomas asked.

"Yes, definitely."

You found your way backstage and quickly identified the stocky stage manager amongst the gaggle of drag queens already gathered here. You faced no issues in getting added to the running order and no one else had picked your song..

There was a wall-length mirror that was out of the way, you placed yourself in front of it, despite the lacklustre lighting it provided. You made adjustments to your costume, ensuring the foam padding was sitting where it should be against your skin. 

You became aware of the tremble in your hands as you raked your fingers gently through the black ponytail of fake hair. It had been awhile since you had performed on a stage, even longer since you had performed solo. But it wasn't the feeling of being out of practice that was making you so nervous.

You were raising the stakes on yourself, already picturing how Victoria would look from the audience. You wanted to do something that would impress her - but it was more than teaching Ethan to perfect a tongue pop. You had to earn her attention and make her never want to look away.

You wanted to entrance her and mesmerise her - just as she did to you when she got down onto her knees on stage and writhed around without missing a single note. You would stare at her for an embarrassingly long time, sometimes missing the transition of one song to the next.

You wanted to make it impossible for her to not be amazed. Your true goal was to seduce her, to leave her so dazzled that she couldn't resist.

You planned to give her something that she couldn't not react to. Then, once you saw her response, you would have the answer you had been waiting on for years. You would know if she was attracted to you or if it was all a fantasy that you needed to snap out of.

"You're up next, after Barbies Bush- just wait there and you'll hear them say your name." The stage manager took you over to the curtain that covered the entrance of the stage. You nodded and smiled, to show you understood before going back to thinking over what you remembered of the stage layout.

You were running through the song, thinking about the pole that was mounted on the stage, off to the left. You were thinking about how to build the narrative. You had a few combinations of moves in mind when you heard your name said over the speakers.

You felt your throat clench, but you followed the music as you heard it. Sell the fantasy, you told yourself repeatedly, making the decision to recall that you had never let stage fright stop you before. You pushed your shoulders back and began onto the stage, doing your best impression of a runway model. You kept your chin raised, determined to create something Victoria would feel like she couldn't live without.

"I don't want no drama, but I know you're lookin' at me." You matched the movements of your mouth to the song you knew as well as you knew your own name.

You stopped before the ledge of the scuffed-up stage, running your hands down either side of your body. "Got the body of Madonna, like a virgin…"

"Wee-oww." You heard a voice scream out over the song.

Your friends were easy to pick out of the audience, even before Damiano yelled out. They were standing at the front of the stage and now you allowed yourself to look at their four smiling faces. You didn't let them break your concentration, it was enough to know that Victoria was staring up at you.

"Know you like what you see…" You spun around to put your back to the audience, swinging your arms up. You stuck your ass out to the left, planting a hand on this hip. You sent your ponytail flying through the air as you looked over one shoulder, letting the stage lights hit your face again. "You look so damn good on me, like you're good enough to eat, uuh…"

You turned to the crowd a little more, flipping your head down by your knee then throwing it back. "Now you're stuck in my teeth. Got me pickin' out a ring."

You walked towards the floor-to-roof pole, reaching for it with one arm while leaning the rest of your body back. "Baby, I got an idea, ohh…"

You timed your jump onto the pole to coincide with the shift in beat that indicated the beginning of the chorus. You grabbed it with both hands, holding your legs out straight as you completed a slow spin.

You heard more cheers, it sounded like more than just your friends and you could feel your confidence growing.

You curled your legs up, until you could link one knee around the smooth metal. You crossed your ankles over one another, continuing to spin. "And she should be your ex-girlfriend." You reached one arm out to the general direction of the audience. "Hey, you should be my next girlfriend.

“La-la-la, ooh!” You released your legs from the pole and loosened the grip of both hands, letting yourself slowly slide back down towards the ground, teasing out this last past of the chorus. “Mmm, la-la-la…”

You landed onto your knees, keeping both hands on the pole and completing a few body rolls, gyrating up from your crotch.

You were back on your feet in time for the second verse, bracing yourself with your feet shoulder-width apart. “California summer, like a popsicle, it’s drippin’...” You bent your knees before springing off your feet, throwing your weight backwards. You planted your hands onto the ground, completing the backflip without issue.

You slowed yourself down, gaining some grace for a landing with your legs spread straight out on either side. Once you were into the fully extended split, you looked back up to the audience. Your eyes immediately landed onto Victoria. There were paper bank notes fluttering around her head, your friends trying to give you tips.

“Spicy like a rumour…” You spun around, crawling towards the edge of the stage on all fours. “You’re my hallelujah, sticky.”

You remained on your knees, reaching out to collect the money from the eager hands of your friends. There were more than four sets of hands offering you money and you accepted it all, smiling as you continued to mouth every word.

You held the money in one hand, raising your arms above your head. You let your eyes settle on Victoria, feeling an electricity coming from her intense stare. “Baby, I got an idea, uuuhh…” She wasn’t singing along, just watching you with her mouth open.

You planted your hands onto her shoulders, shimmying forward to shake your tits directly in front of her face. “Hey, I should be your next girlfriend. And she should be your ex-girlfriend. Hey, you should be my next girlfriend.”

You tossed your head from side-to-side, letting your ponytail flick through the air to more boisterous cheers. “La-la-la, ooh, mm!”

A poke from Ethan got her attention, looking to her right, where he was pointing his phone directly at the two of you. She stuck her tongue out, playing it up for the camera as you couldn’t keep yourself from rubbing against her. “Hey, I should be your next girlfriend.”

You arched your back, planning to perform some more flips and tricks across the stage to close out the song. But there was a tug at the front of your bodysuit before you could get away. 

You looked down and found the netting had hooked over the numerous studs pierced through her right ear. You grimaced, trying to work her free as your flow was broken.

Ethan moved in, taking over for you. You did what you could to salvage this last bit of the performance, even as you felt embarrassment rising. You placed your wrists together, pulling on the vogue moves you had practised almost endlessly in your mirror. You twirled your hands around, creating a figure eight with how your hands spiralled. 

You kept the control in your arms, trying to ignore what was happening at your chest. You completed as many of the fluid arm dance moves as you could remember, maintaining your poker face. The guitar solo stretched on as you mimed checking your reflection in an invisible hand mirror, applying the imaginary powder puff to your cheeks one after the other.

"Da-da dadadada da…" You closed out the song by framing your face with quick gestures around your head.

The crowd was cheering and Ethan finally worked Victoria free from your bodysuit. You got to your feet, waving and getting ready to retreat.

"The audience participation was next level for that one, eh?" The host drag queen said into her microphone. "Look out fellas, she's got a spiderweb that's ready to trap ya… alright, who's next?"

You scurried off of the stage, back through the curtain and out of the way of the queen following you. You felt like an idiot - everything had been going fine until you had gotten too close to Victoria, determined to seduce her. You had probably come on way too strong, bordering on desperate.

But you had a whole wad of euros in your hand now. You collected your handbag and started to smooth out the bank notes, putting them into your purse.

You left the backstage area, only to be instantly grabbed and pulled into the embrace of Ethan. "That was amazing, girl. Best performance of the night, swear it."

"Really?" You looked up to find the rest of your friends had been waiting to see you. "That turned into a total train-wreck."

"No, no, no- everything before Vic's ear ruined it was spectacular." Thomas said.

"Really amazing." Ethan said, kissing you on the forehead.

"I've seen you do flips into the pool before, but I had no idea you could do that." Damiano said.

Victoria drove her elbow into his ribs. "She's a gymnast, dumbass. Why do you think I stopped doing yoga with her?"

"So, you knew that she could do all of that?” Damiano asked.

"Not to that extent, no." She said, looking down.

"Recovering with the voguing…" He said, finishing his compliment by raising his fingers to his mouth to perform a chef's kiss. "Pure genius."

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You had finished in second place - losing to a queen who had brought a big finish, in the form of a gun that spat out fake money. She was the only one to receive a cash prize. But, looking at the tips you had amassed, you had already earned that amount - along with the free drink tickets provided to the top three.

Other club-goers had continued to come up to you, grabbing your arm to tell you how great they thought you were. They wanted to compliment your skills on the pole, they wanted to praise your costume, they marvelled at your splits. Not a single person brought up the wardrobe malfunction at the end.

But you were still thinking about it. And you assumed Victoria was as well, she hadn't been able to meet your eye since you had gotten down from the stage. This was the exact opposite of what you had been trying to achieve.

You shared the drink tickets with your friends, as well as helping yourself to some more Midori sours. Victoria and Thomas kept disappearing, bouncing off across the dancefloor. You shared cigarettes with Damiano and Ethan, both of them wanting tips on how to vogue. Ethan could copy along quicker - the hand-eye coordination that allowed him to juggle, transferring to this skill as well.

You stayed out much later than you had originally planned, the crowd mostly gone by the time the five of you decided to call it a night. In the decision-making of who would buddy up to share an Uber home - you were paired with Victoria, thanks to the three guys living on the opposite side of the city to you and her.

The two of you talked in the backseat and it was almost normal. Almost. But you could feel the anticipation hanging in the air between the two of you.

You found a way to break the unexpected ice by making a joke, asking how many pizzas you could afford now that you were 'rolling in cash'. "I promise I'm not gonna let the money change me, just because I'm rich, that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop going thrifting with you. But I'd probably rather go to the upscale places, you know, less holes in the carpet, 'cause I'm movin' on up in the world…"

She laughed, shaking her head. "I think the money is changing you."

"Huh? Sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of cash registers in my mind, you know, preparing myself for how it's gonna be when I buy enough Birkin bags for every day of the year."

"Did you know that it wasn't just us tipping you? Like, it wasn't just us being supportive friends- randoms were sticking their arms over my head to try to get the cash to you." She said. "Everyone was loving it, they were loving you. And why wouldn't they? You really slayed it."

You grimaced. "Really? It wasn't the most awkward thing in the world, at the end there?"

"No, did you not hear them cheering from beginning to end?" She asked and when you looked up, you found she was looking directly at you. "I was hoping that performing would help you get back some of that confidence that you lost when you… when Bella screwed you over.” 

Her eyes dropped at the mention of your ex-girlfriend, a topic that both of you had been avoiding at all costs in the two months since the end of your longest relationship. You had kicked Bella out of your life immediately after discovering that she was cheating.

Victoria had offered to beat Bella up, to go to the bar where she worked and yank the extensions right out of her head. You had advised Victoria against this, telling her it was in no way necessary and that you were ready to put Bella behind you entirely. Since then, Victoria had done her best to build you back up, without tearing your ex down. She had helped you move on.

“You really looked incredible up there, babe. Can I put these videos in my story or did you wanna approve them first?” She asked.

“You took videos?”

“No, these are from Ethan. I wasn’t recording, I was too busy just watching you.”

You smiled, grateful for the dark lighting in the back of the car and the blue face-paint hiding the blush you felt rising in your cheeks. “Yeah, I kinda noticed that you were pretty- um, focused.”

“How could I not? You were magical up there, like poetry, but, uh, dirty poetry.”

You giggled before being jarred out of this moment, noticing that the car had reached a halt. You looked out the window and saw the driver had stopped beside your apartment building. “Oh, thank you, this is perfect.” You unbuckled yourself and got out of the car, with Victoria quickly sliding out after you. “Did you want me to grab your sunglasses for you?” She swung the door shut and the car pulled away. “Once I take my shoes off, I can be up-and-down in, like, three seconds.”

“No, no, no, don’t be silly, I’ll come up with you and get them.” She said of the item she had left behind during her last visit to your home.

When you were in the elevator, she turned to you, even in the awful and cheap overhead lighting, she was still breath-taking. Her cheeks were shimmering with perfectly applied highlighter, a subtle dusting across her cupid's bow drawing your eye to her lips all the more.

"So, forgive me for being so forward, but-..." She began and you felt your throat clenching. "With the cost of the entire look, maybe sans makeup, 'cause you already had all those supplies- was there a profit made from your little swimsuit and blue paint?"

"Oh, yeah, a huge profit. This was so cheap to throw together. It's literally scraps."

"Well, you make scraps look incredible and sexy and expensive." She said, her sentence punctuated by the ding of the elevator as you arrived at your level. "And ultimately, like a winner."

You smiled, liberating your keys from the rest of the mess in your handbag. "Yeah, well, we'll see who's feeling like a winner while I'm struggling to get all of this off my skin, to de-Smurf myself."

"It's gonna be difficult, huh?"

You opened your front door and instantly flicked the nearest light-switch on, illuminating your empty apartment. "Oh yeah, I'm probably not gonna get out of the shower before sunrise, and even then, I'll still be going to bed with blue caked behind my ears."

You were looking around, trying to remember where you had placed her sunglasses, when you felt her hand sliding into one of yours.

"What if I helped you?"

You turned to her, eyes wide as you waited for her to laugh, waited for her to declare this a joke. "What- in the shower?"

She giggled quietly, putting a hand over her face. "That didn't sound as creepy in my head. Look, forget that I said it."

"No, Vic…" You held her hand tighter as soon as you felt her begin to pull away. You put your other hand on her forearm, counteracting her attempt to move back. "I don't wanna forget it."

She was studying your expression carefully, hands going to your waist while you put your hands on her face. You brushed her hair away from her cheeks, stroking your fingers across her soft skin. You had to bend at the neck to eliminate the height difference caused by your platform boots.

You secured both of your lips around her bottom lip, leaning into her. Her hands moved to the small of your back, firmly pressing against your skin.

You felt her tongue pushing against your top lip and you tilted to your right, parting your lips to allow her access into your mouth. You could taste the beers she had consumed at the bar, but you didn't mind. You were so instantly drawn in by the way she moved her tongue, massaging it against your own.

You couldn't stifle a moan, so many endorphins rushed through your body - greater than the high you had received while your performance had been going according to plan. You didn't need the cheer from a crowd, or even money offered freely to you by the entertained strangers - the only thing that you needed to validate your existence was her and her touch.

"Well…" You said, shakily gasping for breath. "It's about time."

"What do you-?"

You burst out laughing, interrupting her train of thought. "Now there's blue all over your face, I'm sorry, babe."

She smiled, biting her bottom lip. "My offer to help you shower still stands."

You nodded and started to pull down the netted face covering. "Yeah, just gimme a sec' to take all of this foolishness off."

"Okay." She said, pushing her leather biker vest off. This revealed the leopard print bralette that you had spent most of the night trying to ignore.

You removed your constricting boots and began the process of shedding your padded body.

She was out of her high-waisted jeans and down to just her underwear while you were still picking at the clips that had been holding your wig secure all night long.

"I probably look like a crazy person right now." You said, peeling off the layers of false eyelashes.

"No, never."

She was grabbing you as soon as your corset and the last pair of pantyhose were removed. She brought your body close to hers, hands tracing across what had been concealed to the point of pain. She drew you in for another kiss, making you forget how sore your legs were and how sticky the body-paint had become.

She took your hand in hers, walking towards the bathroom as comfortably as if she lived here with you. There had been so many times when you had stood in this exact room, showering while a fresh set of clothes was set on the vanity. With the door locked, you would quickly dress yourself, unwilling to have her see you naked. It was different when you were hanging out at the pool with a group of friends and bikini tops seemed unnecessary. There was a different intensity, a different charge of electricity in the air, just at the thought of walking around naked in your apartment during one of her visits. It had always felt like something you should avoid, an impossible fantasy that would never work out.

But there was something about how things were unfolding right now that felt entirely natural. It was almost as if you had been priming one another to end up like this all along. Now that you were here, it felt like everything was falling into place.

She started to turn the shower on, working at getting the perfect temperature while you looked at your reflection. You were instantly laughing at the sight of yourself transformed into some kind of sea monster. Your blue makeup was patchy and the netting had left some lines on your face, similar in appearance to how the scales of a fish looked. You were struggling to think of a time when you had looked worse.

"You gonna come in here, or what?" She asked.

You moved over to where she was waiting, naked under the stream of the shower. You licked your lips, stepping into the shower with her, your skin raised into goosebumps.

She placed her hands on your cheeks, stroking softly while your eyes hungrily took in the sights of her body. You saw freckles where you had never noticed them before.

"I've thought about this, with you, so many times." She said as you watched drops of water catch on her lashes. "But then when I saw you on that stage- you were so sexy, so beautiful, so powerful. Watching you twirling around on that pole- it got me so wet and I just knew that I had to have you.”

She kissed you, drawing you in deep and you let your hands freely roam over her body, touching the parts you had only ever dreamt of or accidentally brushed against in the past. She linked both arms around your neck and you were amazed at how perfectly your bodies could fit together. There wasn’t any awkwardness or sense of being shy or not knowing what to do.

She moved a hand down, exploring over your shoulder before running it down the front of your chest. Her hand grabbed your breast, toying the nipple between her fingers. This produced a moan from you, heat lapping at your skin, beyond where the stream of the shower could reach.

"We're supposed to be getting all this crap off of me, not making you dirty."

She shrugged, tossing her damp hair off of her shoulder. "I don't care. I'm used to being dirty." She reached across to collect the bar of soap from its caddy. "But I'll do what I said, I'll help get you clean."

She moved back half a step, giving herself some space to work and watch as she did. She cradled the soap in her palm, running it across your skin. She massaged it along your chest and you felt your heart pounding.

She moved the soap up to your neck, slow and tender rubbing to work the paint free from your skin. She paid attention to each area as she cleaned it, every move purposeful - she was making you feel taken care of, as she always did.

You reached out to grab the jar of coconut oil, unscrewing the lid and scooping out some of the semi-solid oil. As she lathered your throat, you returned the favour, rubbing at what had transferred from your face onto hers.

You caught yourself in disbelief over this scenario, coming down from the lust enough to see reality and count yourself as so lucky that this was actually happening. Whenever her eyes met yours, you would blush and smile - as giddy as a schoolgirl on a first date with her dreamy crush.

"I wouldn't have thought that our first time showering together would be with me looking like a baby dragon just hatched- the aftermath of drag is seriously unsexy." You said, taking the oil to your face to dissolve the makeup still stuck on your skin. "Um, not that I ever- uh, that came out wrong. I haven't, like, pictured us showering together before."

"You haven't? God, I have…" She said. "Like coming home from the beach and both of us scratchy from the sand, but I'd be like, no, it's fine, you can have the first shower, I'll just smoke a cigarette and wait." You stared at her for a moment, at a loss for words over how well she had been able to hide this. "Turn around."

You did as instructed, putting your back to her. You continued to wipe the oil across your face, while she relocated the soap to clean the nape of your neck. She moved one hand along your shoulders before placing the other hand to the front of your body.

Your breathing halted at the first touch of her skilled fingers to your cunt. All of your focus swung to that area and you lost track of any other sensations - you couldn't hear the water hitting the shower tiles, nor could you feel it beating down against your skin. You felt yourself wanting to melt for her as she took her time in exploring across your labia majora.

"Sometimes I just really can't help myself, like when I'm staying here and you're taking a shower and I just can't seem to think about literally anything else. And I turn the music off and I just listen to the water and I let myself picture what you look like in here, on your own, washing your gorgeous body. And then, you'd come back into the room and I'd have to act like I wasn't wet.

"I'd have to act like I hadn't been imagining all the things you and me could be doing in that shower. Like I hadn't been thinking of all the ways I'd wanna touch you and make you feel so fuckin' incredible."

"Like what?" You asked.

She had gotten distracted from the bar of soap and, instead of feeling that on your skin, you were soon feeling her lips as she kissed along your shoulders. Her touch on your cunt became more noticeable, her fingers seeking out more of you to play with.

"I'll do whatever you want, baby." She whispered.

Her unoccupied hand went to your hip, caressing and gliding across your skin. You put your hand over her wrist, gently pulling her hand away from your pussy before she could touch upon your clitoris. 

You knew that once she got to your pulsing hood, you would hardly be able to hold it together. You wanted her to know that she was allowed to explore more of your body. You wanted her to discover the parts that she liked best. You wanted all of the stimulation she could give you, you were greedy to have her awaken pleasure from all of your erogenous zones so that she could fuck you to an amazing height.

She allowed her hand to be dragged up from your crotch, over your stomach. You put your hand on top of hers, continuing to guide her up even further. You turned your face to hers as you placed her palm over your breast. She squeezed it into her hand at once, drawing a whimper from you. Her eyes were fixed on your face, watching how you responded as she tested the nipples' sensitivities with her fingers.

Your lips met, lining up perfectly so that you could taste her again. She soon had both hands on your tits, making you feel so secure and appreciated. You tilted your head, unable to wait to get her tongue into your mouth. This slow build-up was so easy, the two of you finding the rhythm you needed without issues.

Her deft fingers worked at your hardened nipples, finding the unique reactions they could produce. She rolled them and favoured them with gentle twists - tweaking them, and you, into a higher state of pleasure as you felt these sensations down to your core. She was so attentive to all of your needs, getting ready to light your soul on fire.

You slid your own hand down her tummy, seeking her perfectly maintained pubic hairs. She sucked harder on your lip as you cupped her cunt and you felt emboldened to keep going.

She sent her hands exploring in opposite directions - one returning to your cunt, while the other tenderly stroked your throat. You turned your body towards hers a bit more as you sought to deepen the kiss, to taste more of her.

Her fingers slid between your folds, seeking out your most intimate heat. Your teeth grazed across her lip as you started to feel her fingers on your clit. She let her fingers dance across the pulsing nub, waiting to set a rhythm - for now, she was just playing with you. You felt the tingles radiating up, hot sparks of electricity pricking at your core.

You started to work your fingers between her labia, feeling every sensitive twitch that acknowledged your hand in this tight area. You heard her draw in a sharp inhale when you slid your middle finger down and over her clit. Then you pulled it back up, allowing her to feel the pressure as you wanted. You took your time, lazily working to arouse her.

She was drawing circles around your clit, tight circles that were only getting faster with each rotation. The building pleasure stole your breath and your mouth fell back from hers, losing your energy for kissing, instead gasping as you sped up your hand.

"Oh, God…" You moaned through the first powerful shaking in your knees. You were getting so sensitive, every nerve in your body pulsing to the excitement she was setting. "Yes, touch me Vic, touch me, fuck me, oh."

She held your throat a little tighter, her hot mouth moving over the side of your neck. She was pressing her fingers down harder and you could feel the throbbing of your cunt growing so much stronger.

You spun around, pushing your chest to hers. Before she could slip, she was being pressed to the wall. She took her fingers away from your pussy. It was easy to look past the smeared makeup on her face, instead fixating on how dark and intense her eyes currently were - so differently to how she usually looked at you. She raised her fingers to her mouth, sliding them between her lips.

She moaned as if she was tasting the most decadent gelato known to man. You were able to bring this sound to an even higher level when you stuffed a finger into her slicked cunt. She slumped against the wall, her jaw hanging open as she started to pant.

"Uh, fuck…" You watched her eyelids fluttering as you inserted a second finger into her cunt. You had never seen her looking so weak, all of her usual bravado had gone into hiding.

Your heart pounded desperately and you wanted to know how much closer to the edge you could drive her. You ducked your head down and secured your lips around her nipple. You sucked the pebbled skin into your mouth, causing her to wrap her arms around you tightly. Her hand went to the back of your head, trimmed nails lightly scratching over your scalp.

You could hear her whimpering over every breath as her hand returned to your pussy. Her fingers sought your clit out again while you added a third finger between her quivering walls.

"Fucking, uh- you're gonna make me come…" She rasped, her fingers fumbling across your clitoris without much precision at first.

You released her nipple from your mouth, looking up at her as you licked your lips. "Good, I wanna make you come so fucking bad." You had begun to curl your fingers, stroking up higher and seeking her g-spot. "I've waited so long for this- I've gotta do it right…"

"You are- unhh, you are, baby, you are, I- fuck!" Her hips jolted into you when you put your finger to her clit.

Her fingers found a rhythm against your clitoral hood and you were soon rocking your hips forward, pushing more of your body weight into her. She followed the movements you made, setting into the pace your body wanted. She danced fast circles around your clit, full of energy despite how short on breath she was.

She manipulated full body tremors through you as she ran her fingerpad over the aching nub. The pearl was pulsing against her digits, your pussy weeping for her. You saw stars bursting in front of your eyes as every stroke hit to your core.

You pushed her closer to overstimulation, keeping your hands steady as if your life depended on it. Her clitoral hood felt swollen as your fingers slipped all over it.

You bit into your bottom lip as you felt your body transcending - all that you could feel was the fire she stoked higher with each confident swipe. With two fingers on either side of your clitoris, she petted you through to the climax.

The strength required for you to pump your fingers into her was lessened, thanks to how eagerly she was fucking herself against you - she just needed you to be there, to catch her excited bucks.

"Oh yes, yes, baby." She cried out, louder than you, louder than any other sound in the world right now and it was enough for you to drown in her pleasure. "Yes, yes, unf- oh, God, yes!"

Her walls clenched upon your fingers and you felt your sensitivities taking you over. Your eyes rolled back and every muscle in your body tightened - before you flew into such a glorious release. You dissolved, immediately wrecked by your climax. Your body shuddered, random flinches taking over your limbs as the electricity pulsed for a few more moments.

She cupped her hand over your labia majora - guiding you through the process of coming down, a comforting sign that she understood what you were feeling. Her arm was tight around your middle and she gasped as you removed your hand - the fingers feeling numb.

You put one hand to the wall above her head and shut your eyes, waiting for your brain to return to functionality after that overload.

A complete shock came to your system with what felt like a knife made of pure ice jabbing against your spine. You hissed, this rude awakening ripping you out of the afterglow far too soon. But you shouldn't have been surprised - it was a miracle that the hot water had lasted for as long as it had. You shuffled closer to her, attempting to get out of the way of the harsh stream.

"Fuck…" You groaned as you reached out for the taps.

She was laughing breathlessly, pushing her dripping hair away from her face. "C'mon baby, I'll warm you up again." She moved out of the shower first, offering a white towel to you once the water was halted.

Your eyes moved eagerly over her body as she wrapped the fuzzy towel around your shoulders. She was just as enticing now as she had been before your explorations. Her body was a work of art and now you could enjoy it without shame.

She linked her arms around you, her warm mouth meeting yours - slowly, sensually sucking upon your bottom lip until you felt ready to melt for her again. You were warmed from your head, down to the tips of your toes. You could have gone on kissing her like that for hours, discovering your favourite ways to experience her.

"Can I tell you a secret?" She whispered, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Uh-huh…"

"You look like you should be my next girlfriend…"

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HP Boys: Surprise Pregnancy Head Cannons

Summary: The HP boys and their reaction to their s/o (afab) being pregnant when its not planned.

A/N: This takes place post Hogwarts so all characters are 18+, though no real smut happens in this so its not an 18+ fic.

WARNINGS: UNPLANNED PREGNANCY, MENTIONS OF PRO CHOICE OPINIONS, MENTIONS OF SEX IN LITE TERMS, SWEARING, FLUFF, MENTIONS OF ALCOHOL, ALSO THIS IS SUPER LONG SORRY LOL

Draco

So everything is going great for the happy couple, you two just moved into a flat together and are working normal jobs, drinking wine like adults.

And sure, Draco knows he wants to marry you, but he knows you’re not ready to settle down like that so he just plans and dreams.

Due to poor choices, when you’re late by two weeks, you know what it probably is.

Draco doesn’t even notice that you ran out to the store and came back and hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. CEO of minding his own business ig

You just kinda...walk up to him and hand him all 3 tests while your eyes fill with tears because what if he demands you get an abortion?

Or what if he fucks off to god knows where?

But instead he just looks at you with the most un-draco like smile. Like his face was soft and it looked like he could cry any moment.

“Oh my god,” He says, putting his hand on your belly, “I can be ready for this, but if you aren’t then we can you know...”

“No, I want it” then both of you rejoice bc yay baby!

Cut to 6 months later when your feet hurt so bad you have to lay down and watch while Draco fails to put a crib together.

He eventually gets it done tho.

And when the time comes, he’s built and arranged everything for your bundle of joy.

Harry

So you guys are probably already married, but with everything at the ministry going on, it makes Harry less than a family man.

You both agree that it’s probably better to wait so you can be home and yk...raise it.

Well smart man Harry forgets that to not have a kid you need to use protection.

So of course when your period is late you don’t think about it, until its four weeks late.

That night, you and Harry are laying in bed, and thats when you tell him.

“Harry..I’m late.”

“Late for what?” headass.

You: 😳😐

Him: 👁👁😲😲

He’s hesitant to say anything, because he knows its ultimitley up to you what happens with it until its out.

“I think I want to keep it...you know it wont remember much for the first year and a half so if things are stressful it will be okay and-“

“Love...Its going to be perfect”

Mf built the crib in like 45 minutes I swear.

And of course he forced you to keep up with your vitamins, pre natal care, and appointments.

Swear tho you’re about to kill him because cofFeE

But the way he holds your baby 🥺 its his most valued thing ever now.

Ron

Ron is iffy on the kid thing sometimes.

He does want them, but only later when you guys have lived and travled.

So no, you two haven’t planned nor is it even in the picture when your wedding roles around.

It’s in the early days of the marriage when you see his family at the burrow on the way back from the honeymoon.

And of course Molly knows

Because Weasleys are hyperfertile I swear.

She takes you into the kitchen and puts her hands on your arms, shes got that big Mrs.Weasley smile on too.

“I knew it!” She says and pulls you in for a hug, “How far dear??”

You’re just standing there like🧍🏻

“I can see it by the way you glow! Oh my you and my Ron must be so happy!” This woman doesn’t notice that you’re confused.

“Wait what? Mrs. Weasley what are you-?” Then you count the days, “Oh. Well I guess I just found out for myself”

Her face falls slightly, but then she tells you can make you a potion that will tell you if you are or not, stan.

The stupid potion turns green when you spit into it, so everything is confirmed.

That night, you and Ron are getting ready for bed in the guest room and you decide to tell him.

“Ron, sweetie. We need to talk.” He looks like he’s gonna start crying but sits next to you on the bed.

“Y/N...I know its scary but please, we just got married I don’t want to divorce quite just yet 🥺🥺”

“Ron I-“ you start smiling, “I’m pregnant you dufus.”

He just freezes, for a while. Not saying anything, he just looks at the wall with his mouth ajar.

So you get up and go to Ginny.

“Gin, I broke him.”

“Ew, I don’t want to know about how you and him”

“No, I told him that I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, yeah that would do it. Just I don’t know... Give him a minute?”

You give him several, getting a glass of water then heading back up to the room.

Ginny was right, he needed a minute.

“I don’t...I wasn’t...you were.?”

“You don’t have to stay, but I think we can do it. Plus, you would disapoint your mom if you left so...”

“Okay...we’ll do it. I’ll be the best damn Father you have ever seen.” He says, talking to your womb.

Well...he’s a father I’ll give him that.

Pro of having a Weasley baby: free crib thats already put together.

Even if it looks like a death trap.

“We’ll put some blankets over it don’t worry”

You know how some Dads hold their parters hand during the delivery? Yeah he got sick and was moral support from the outside.

To be fair, you weren’t screaming in pleasure by any means.

Scary. But beautiful.

He shows the kid to everyone, he might be more in love with the baby than he is with you.

Ron see’s the appeal of having kids now.

Neville

Moving in with your boyfriend is always fun, right up until you guys go at it so much you forget protection more than once.

You think about it, then move on with your day.

Until the doctor calls, then “oh fuck”

Romance Neville bf

“Why aren’t you having any wine? I thought it was your favorite?”

“I don’t think fetal alcohol syndrome is my favorite.” BRO HE SPAT

But he looks up with tears in his eyes, and runs over to you to grasp you in a hug.

“Oh my god! You’re pregnant! Oh my - We’re gonna be parents!! Oh my god we’re gonna be parents oh-“ Que you petting his hair till he’s calm again.

Lets be honest, this man probably swapped the herbology books for the parenting guides.

“Well I mean I’m just wondering if we should go with this color or this one”

“Nev, it doesn’t matter. Our baby will not care.”

“I read in my book that Infants actually can recognize mood in-“

He won’t let you do anything during your pregnancy.

Gotta love a man who cries because he loves you so much and you’re having his kid.

“I never had a father, what if I do it wrong? What if the baby hates me and runs away at seven?”

“We’ve got quite a lot of time before then.”

He was there during delivery, letting you crush his hand like a champ.

You can’t help but cry when you see him sleeping on the floor next to the crib, its so sweet.

Fred

You two most likely already had two kids, so you decided to wait a bit so your hands weren’t quite full.

Well...your body decided not to wait.

A test provides the two lines, another wild child.

The two toddlers already run around like thing one and thing two, only with red hair.

I think Fred would gladly make the family dinner, and wear an apron. He’d own it, as he should.

But mf gotta not drop the salad bowl when you tell him of the fetus inside you.

“Fred we are going to have a bee-ay-bee-why.”

Your five year old has just begun to spell 😐

He’s happy tho.

Like over the fuckin moon.

He buys the two kids big brother/sister shirts too 🥺🥺

He knows the drill pretty well, so he isn’t too worried about the future.

But its funny that he still freaks out about the crib and feeding chair since he gave it away, you know because you guys werent having another kid.

He packed a hospital bag and kept it in the trunk, counting down the days.

Hours of delivery (He just sat back and held your hand) only to end up with a room full of 7 Weasley family members.

Fred always said that 3 was his lucky number :)

George

You guys were taking it slow, no marriage until you both felt it was time. And certainly no children before that.

Well you know...things changed when the test was positive.

You slid it over on the table, tears pooling in your eyes. He was stunned and quiet, which made you burst out sobbing because you knew that neither of you planned on having a baby.

But to your surprise he starts to smile.

“I want whatever you want, I’m staying by your side no matter what.”

“I mean...would it really be so bad? A house, a kid, a dog?” He holds your hand as you think aloud.

You both give it a week to think it over and the virdict is to keep it.

Thats when he decides he has to marry you, asap because he loves you and will never let you go especially now.

He loves to gush about the carrier of his child, to him you are a godess.

He’s the Dad with a predestination complex.

“Y/N, I just see him being a star quiditch player”

“George, we don’t know if it’s a him.”

He rolls his eyes “Okay then I can see her being a star-“

He made Hermione take you out for a movie date so he could rearrange your bedroom, since you only had a single bedroom flat.

You come back to a new set up including a cot.

Damn pregnancy hormones make brain go 🥺😭😭

He freaks when your water breaks lol

ceo of driving like a maniac to the hospital.

He can’t hold your hand, he’s pacing back and forth, sweating and maybe crying though he’ll never admit to it.

You get the joy of watching him cuddle the baby while refusing to give your child to you.

“George I’d like to hold-“

“No, you need your sleep honey, don’t worry”

Hogging the child.

Cedric

Its no secret that Cedric wants a baby someday.

And he makes it clear your wedding will be spectacular too.

However, finding out you’re pregnant the week of your dream wedding was a shock.

A shock that made you bang your head into the wall because how could you be so stupid?? We had a plan??

So you decide to wait until after the wedding, that way it wont add onto the stress (happy stress) of the wedding.

Cedric keeps trying to fill your glass at the reception, to which you kindly refuse saying you want to remember the night entirely.

Yeah he’s like 🤨 mhm okay.

You can only pick at the dinner because ew salmon doesn’t sound like an option if you want to keep the contents of your stomach.

As everyone waves goodbye to the car, and you both set off into married life, he leans over.

“I may be out of my mind, but are you...?”

“Pregnant.” His face lights up, pulling you into a hug.

Finally, your car pulls up to a small cottage with lush garden scapes all around, putting a hand out, he walks you both from the car to the door.

“Ced, where are we?”

“Home.”

Somehow it was perfect with Cedric, even when it was rushed.

He loved talking to your womb, even if it was weird that he was talking about the babies future brothers and sisters.

“Cedric, slow down. We haven’t even had this one yet”

Basically he is father of the year before he’s a full father.

He’s there while you deliver, holding your hand and telling you how great you’re doing.

He doesn’t even complain when you insult him <3.

He updates you on everything.

If his eyes aren’t on that child, he’s either asleep or dead.

I think Cedric was meant to be a family man, because he loves everything about being one.

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[heezoneie]

Hello lovely! 💕 Hope you're having a good day!

Can I ask for a reaction from stray kids where they meet you at a fan meeting and are attracted to you?

Thank you so much and I like your blog!

hey babe! i’m having a great day, thanks for asking🥺! i’m glad you enjoy my blog, and i hope you enjoy this reaction! <3

group: stray kids

member: all

genre: fluff

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Chan:

• when you first walked up to Chan his breath immediately got caught in his chest.

• your bright smile never leaving his view for a second. he couldn’t believe his eyes.

• immediately when you reached the table he began to make conversation. “hii, what’s your name?” he said as he grasped your hands in his.

• “my name’s y/n” his heart began to beat a little faster at the sound of your voice. he has never reacted this way to a fan before.

• chan found himself getting flustered as you ranted about how good of a leader he is. “overall you are the most caring, loving, all round amazing person and leader there could be.”

• his cute dimple showed as he hid his face behind your hands that were still locked with his. he lifted his head and your eyes met with his comforting brown ones.

• “i know i’m technically not supposed to say this,” he began while eyeing the staff behind him, “but i think your super pretty, and i would like to meet you again.”

• your eyes widened at his statement. you’ve read about situations like this happening, but never in a million years did you think it would actually happen.

• chan leaned into your ear and whispered, “meet me outside after the meeting, i can’t wait to talk to you more.” with that he pulled away with a wink.

Minho:

• you had walked up the table while Minho had his back turned. when he turned back around, his eyes widened.

• “oh sorry, i didn’t mean to scare you..” you said sheepishly. minho.exe has stopped working he felt his heart soften at your voice.

• he smiled, “no no, it was my fault i should have been paying attention.” as you were handing him some plushies of his cats, you happen to accidentally drop one.

• ofc minho couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tease you. “mY cAts!! mY pReCioUs cAts!” he grabbed his heart dramatically.

• you quickly picked up the stuffed soonie, and handed it to him. “i can’t believe i just did that,” you muttered to yourself.

• (he’s totally whipped already, but who’s keeping track?)

• “i think you owe me now, after dropping my car of course” he panned. quirking an eyebrow, his statement puzzled you.

• “to replace the pain you’ve inflicted upon this stuffed soonie, i think you should come meet the real soonie and give him all the pets he deserves.”

• deciding to go along, you nodded your head, “ i definitely think i should, to apologize.” grabbing your phone from your hand, minho put in his address.

• “be there by 6, don’t be late.” he gave you a smirk and sent you down to meet the rest of the members.

Changbin:

• we are all aware how this man is a s o f t i e as soon as he saw you in the crowd his face would immediately light up.

• he could not keep his eyes off of you (lowkey jealous when you were talking to the other members)

• but oh boy, as soon as you reached him, he would turn into a big baby, and probably tease you about not coming to him first. not like you had a choice

• he would grab your hands and pretend cry into them, which made your face turn bright red. this man knows what he’s doing to you btw.

• he would be so smiley, and makes sure to show off his famous aegyo, bc he wants to to fall for him

:((( even though you already have smh

• binnie would 100% make sure to somehow give you his number and meet up afterwards, bc he’s totally not in love or anything

Hyunjin:

• i got a little carried away with hyun’s😅

• our drama king

• ofc when his eyes found you, his jaw dropped, i mean physical fell

• his eyes followed you everywhere. he looked like this: 👀🙀 he definitely tried to convince chan to switch places with him so he could talk to you first

• when chan said no, he went 😠😠😔

•pouty baby bc he just wanted to talk you first:(((

• when you finally got to him, he flashed his always amazing eye smile. you noticed he had some makeup covering his mole under his eye, and you told him about how much you loved it.

• he:(((( wiped:(((( off:(((( the:(((( makeup:((((

• like when felix did it to his freckles in that one interview? yeah that’s what hyunjin did

• he is also a lowkey highkey flirt with you, constantly touching your hair, hands, face, basically anything he can within reason

• he got so sad when you had to leave, almost to the point where he got so caught up in pouting that he nearly forgot to ask for your number till you were already walking away.

• this boy did not care if anybody else saw, or what the staff was gonna say. he jumped out of his chair and quickly ran to you.

• gaining your attention, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of sight of all the other impatient stays wanting to see their precious hyunjin.

• that’s where he asked for your number, and went on a little rant about how he’s sorry he made a scene.

• it’s safe to say you guys went for food right after the fan sign

Jisung:

• when he saw you walk in, he knew. like he KNEW that he wanted to talk to you, hang out with you, etc.

• so so incredibly hyper when you got to talk to him

• this boy would be so goofy with you, grabbing your hands and flailing them around. it would just be him wanting to make you laugh :((

•jisung swore could swear that when he made you laugh for the first time, angels descended from the heavens.

• he didn’t want to stop talking with you, he just wanted to take you back to dorm right then and there, and just hang.

• you best bet this boy talked to you until finally the staff had to intervene to get the line moving again. he handed you a piece of paper, and told you to wait until you got out of line to open it.

• once you finished going through the line, you found a empty area near the exit and opened the little piece of paper.

• wrote in a messy scribe from writing fast, the paper said “meet me behind the building @ 4, if anybody bugs you tell them your with me. ;)”

Felix:

• he saw you as soon as the fan sign started he basically started bouncing in his seat. (yk the vibrating thing he does? he did that out of happiness.)

• lix would watch you interact with the other members with the biggest smile on his face.

• he would admire all the little mannerisms or quirks/habits you have while making conversations. he just watches with big doe eyes full of admiration.

• he knew he n e e d e d to talk to you. when you got to him, he was so excited and giddy.

• this boy just looked at you with wonder as you talked. he would listen to you talk and laugh all day if he could.

• he thinks you are the most adorable thing to ever walk the earth. he just wants to bundle you up and feed you brownies and cake :((( (someone pls find me a felix)

• when he realized time was up, and he was gonna have to let you go, he got so sad. but was he gonna let you go? no, no he was not.

• felix quickly grabbed a stuffed bear from behind him and wrote his number on its little bow.

• as he handed you the bear he said, “pls call me, i want to see you again.🥺”

Seungmin:

• bby seungminnie

• okay, i feel seungmin would be the best at hiding the fact that he is 100% simping for you even though he just met you 5 seconds ago.

• he would act normal, but on the inside be a complete mushy gushy mess, crying over how adorable and cute you are.

• secretly, would be cherishing the way your hand fit in his perfectly, and the way he never wanted to let go :(((((

• he would look at you with the most adorable eyes ever. he would definitely give you the sweetest most softest smile ever.

• his eyes got so sad when you told him you had to move on to the member bc other stays were becoming impatient :(

• he discreetly put his phone number in your phone, and made sure to tell you to text him asap :(

• i want a seungmin.

Jeongin:

• bbys eyes would be literally this “🥺” when he saw you.

• he was immediately so taken back and needed a minute to compose himself before he ran up to you himself.

• when you were talking to him, he would give you the biggest most cheesey smile ever. he was just so happy to be talking to you.

• he was already falling for the way you talked, acted, looked, just everything about you.

• he would hold your hands so tight, never wanting to let you go. his eyes wouldn’t leave yours for a second, not even when the staff tried to talk to him.

• when he finally decided to listen to the staff telling him to wrap up the conversation, he made sure to tel you to meet him after the fan sign

• and who were you to pass up and opportunity like that?

• he was so happy when he saw you show up after, bby couldn’t stop smiling the whole day. :((

[oh-for-fic-sake]

The Stand In Chapter One

Masterlist

Being an assistant on the witcher set is a dream come true for you, helping bring to life the books and games you were brought up with. But when the project is threatened to be cancelled completely your called in to save the day! But can you really fill in for an actress?

Warnings: swearing

A/N: hello! So this was wrote on a whim sort of. I don't know if Keira is in the books honestly and I have no idea if she will be in season two but I wanted to write somthing different. Got a few ideas of where I can go with this but like I said just wanted to write something a little different. Hone you enjoy xxx

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logo divider is by @writeyourmindaway​ other one is by me xx

You moved through the hustle and bustle of the set your trusty clipboard what was you doing? Well the people needed feeding so you were taking orders, some people onset would eat at the food tent some would want to order in today it was your turn to take the orders and deliver them to the chefs. You grunted looking at your watch you needed to move quicker they'd be filming soon and expect the food to be ready by the time they finished...sounded easy but the guys were cooking meals for nearly one hundred  people and that took time... especially out here... You jogged up to the tent with an apologetic smile"Sorry guys had to round em up you know how it is!" You got a few chuckles. Yes they did know how it was having to take turns doing it themselves. You were just a regular onset dogs body, you help in any way shape or form and that’s that.

You smiled at them hanging the clip board on the hook for them to see clearly then They began barking orders to one another down the line  getting to work. You left them to it weaving in and out of everyone to get back to set incase someone needed anything again. Once you reached half way across the site your name was called turning you saw Mathew one of the other assistants.

"Hey y/n your needed in the directors tent chop chop!"

"What? why?" He shrugged then through his hands out wide walking backwards away from you he seemed in a hurry.

"Don't know was just told that you had to be there asap" You sighed and quickly turned on your heal towards the tent...If this was another coffee run you were gonna scream! It took forty five minutes to drive down this god forsaken mountain and you didn't really want to be bitched at by camera crew about delivering a cold fucking coffee again.

Henry and Joey panicked looking to each other Cancelled? They could be cancelled after all the fans and money the show had pulled in? They stood in the tent with Tomasz,Lauren and Talitha or 'Tee' as she prefers.

"So she just decided not to do it? A week before she was meant to be here? She had all the time over lock down to tell you and she left it till now?" Tomasz nodded stiffly to Henry who spoke, Henry and Joey were angry. Hell they all was, but them more so because they were actors and this was something you just didn't do. No integrity or respect. Lauren piped up.

"To be fair its a huge blockbuster role she was offered its no surprize she dumped us in favor of it... But now everything is up in the air she was a big role in this season and we can't start casting for it now, the two other back ups can't come and fill in either, one is recovering from covid and the other has a contract for another role." Joey placed his hands on his hips

"Well what about her contract? She sighed one didn't she? Surely she should honor that?" Lauren and Tomasz shared a look.

"Yes but two things one imagine forcing her to play a role she no longer wants...Could be very awkward and two the contract had dates...We couldn't stick to the them so she managed to wriggle out of it." They each huffed Henry spoke up

"Can't we put it on hold for a few weeks rush through the casti-" he trailed off at Tomasz' severe look and shake of his head.

"No we aren't being given an extension we have to find someone...Preferably here on set so we don't have to navigate the covid travel restrictions, we can't afford two weeks quarantine for whoever it is we bring in" Tee looked up to her bosses.

"So?...You need someone on set to take the role? I suppose they can't be a major part of the crew?" Lauren nodded to her and smiled

"You up for it?" Tee shook her head

"Fuck no but there is someone that could do it...Y/n shes a general assistant, the one you like! the one that picked up the wardrobe the other day when the truck couldn't get up the hill" Lauren's face lit up as she put a face to the name

"Oh! lilac bob? Green eyes?" Tee smiled nodding

"Yeah! Her she isn't to busy really just runs errands, shes an extra pair of hands" Tomasz tilted his head it sounded viable, it would be a god send he crossed his arms.

"But she would have what a week? To read up on the character, learn lines and go through costume...It would be a hectic rush would she agree to it?" Tee smiled knowingly

"Yes..She hasn't done acting before...well not properly she had a part in bugsy malone play at primary school but that was about it...But I have no doubt that she would do it she loves the witcher. As for reading up on the character you don't have to worry I dread to think how many times shes re-read those books and played the games...She even based her gcse textiles project on the witcher making a screen print tapestry! Trust me she will know Keira metz' personality so half of the job is already done!" Tomasz nodded secretly getting excited over the prospect of having another fan in the mix,  yet he covered it well not wanting to get anyone’s hopes to high."Okay call her in get her to read some lines...Lets not tell her what its for first see if theres some chemistry between the three of you first then go from there" they all nodded it was the best way to go about it.

When you got to the tent you instantly knew something was up. First person you noticed was your best friends Tee it was her who'd got you the job here. She had been working on the first season and was one of the directing assistants she was always around the producers and directors making sure everything was running smoothly and when they top dogs changed things it was her who made those changes get through the grape vine to everyone who needed to know. Then you noticed Henry  and Joey were here ,how you didn't see them first is a mystery as they were both fully kitted out in the characters costumes.

Holy shit! He was so fucking hot! So so fucking yummy you wanted to jump him and run away and hide at the same time 'Okay breath don't fucking squeal bitch be cool that's it calm down don't make it obvious you want to hump his leg!...If he offers though ride tat thigh like a fucking pony!...No! Stop your going red! Calm it! There we go...Nice and calm well done give yourself a pat on the back' and breath.

You took a calming breath after your little pep talk the fan-girl locked up tight inside you relaxed slightly. Could you help it? No Henry is like your celebrity crush and has been since your little virgin eyes saw him fucking on Tudors. You'd seen him around set obviously you can't really ignore the huge man in the silver wig. You’d wanted to get his autograph and a photo but couldn't trust yourself not to do something stupid so you kept your distance. But damn he was much finer up close in person. You gulped just praying to god you did not squeak at him you'd never ever live it down.

Everyone looked on edge even the director Tomasz and producer Lauren? none of them noticed your arrival speaking in hushed tones to one another like they didn't want anyone to overhear what was happening. You cleared your throat placing a hand on one of the metal supports by the entrance of the tent unsure if you should enter with them all looking so serious you didn't want to hear anything you shouldn't.

"Err knock knock? you wanted to see me? If its a bad time I can come back..." they jumped a little obviously caught up in their conversation. You shrunk under everyone's gaze as the sets of heavy eyes rested on you.

Henry's eyes widened a little at you he swallowed dryly peering at you from his spot in the tent. You were beautiful he suddenly found himself hoping you would be the one to take the role. Not only could he then have a reason to be around you without you running off. But there were sex scene between the two characters and as ashamed as he felt he had already spent a considerable amount of time envisioning just that, alone at night in his trailer with nothing but his fist to ease his needs. He couldn't help it he had never spoke to you but he wanted you. So selfish or not he would thoroughly enjoy enacting those particular scenes, the image of you below him was just to much.

Joey prodded him slightly making him snap his gaze away and turn to the 'bard' He raised his brows at him nodding to the lilac haired woman as if to say 'look who it is?' Henry flushed a little and blinked yes Joey knew.

It started when Henry had seen you around set, capturing glimpses of you he had wanted to go and talk to you. Each time he saw you around he would excuse himself from whatever he was doing and turn to make his way over to you. But every time he turned and took a step in your direction you flushed and bolted.

He did like you. He liked very much. He found out you were an assistant someone to run errands and Tee had got you the job he was meant to ask her about you but you both seemed close. What if Tee told you? What would you think if you found out he had been asking about you?. So no instead he bit his tongue and kept trying to catch you out and have a chat. He couldn't put his finger on it you just appealed to him, you looked sweet and sexy all in one.

He wanted so desperately to talk to you but you seemed scared of him for some reason so he in the end he settled for admiring you from afar. He'd never got more than six feet near you and that six feet was close enough to make him swoon. You had been diligently taking coffee orders around the set and was taking a list from the directors tent and he was waiting to speak to Tomasz and Lauren queuing behind you in a sense one person separated you.

You were so caught up in trying to take names and coffee orders you hadn't noticed him hovering behind you. He had leaned to the side taking full advantage enjoying eyeing your behind admiring the taught cheeks hugged by your zebra print workout leggings, you must have been in a thong because they snuck up your ass a little making him groan. He'd give anything to be up there himself! He sighed smoothing his hands over his face trying to push away the teasing thoughts, it was not the time to imagine drilling your perfect little ass, fucking you roughly on all fours until your little body sucked the cum out of his balls and he left you with a fully stretched freshly fuck little pucker.

No it was not the time, not when he had another few scenes to shoot. But they were just there! Teasing him a few quick shuffles of his feet and he could be right behind you, he could accidentally graze your pert full bottom. But no he held himself back he groaned when the wind changed and caught a scent of your hair mango and passion fruit.

He had been on a high all day after that. That’s when Joey was certain Henry was getting a little crush on the lilac haired beauty that had gained the nick name Tink's. To Joey you looked like a real life colorful little fairy and he had named you after Tinkerbell. Henry bit his lip trying to contain his excitement, as you cleared your throat nervously today was going from really really bad to absolutely fucking incredible.

You eyed Henry carefully he was..staring well until Joey prodded him then he snapped out of whatever it was flushing. You didn't have much time to consider it as Lauren moved waving you over smiling like nothing was wrong. Okay? Weird.

"No no! Come in your just the woman we needed to see." You walked in slowly still uneasy but managed to cross the threshold. There was a pause and they looked like they were appraising you? What the fuck? Tomasz cleared his throat and nodded giving Lauren the go ahead for something apparently.

"Y/n I was hopeing you could go over some lines with these two, they haven't got anyone to practice with and we really need to start getting rehearsals in. Flights are running few and far between so the actress who was supposed to be here last week, can't get here until we are actually filming the scenes!" You blinked huh? Read lines? You began going shy and shaking your head

"I don't-" but before you could get anymore words out Tomasz spoke up.

"And with covid setting us back we can't afford delays we could be cancelled" you froze at that...Cancelled? You looked to Henry and Joey who both gave hopeful puppy eyes you sighed a shaky breath.

"O-okay I suppose I could...Help out... It is what I'm here for.." You missed the looks all four shared as Joey handed you a sheet from the script. You skimmed it as quick as you could and your face instantly lit up with a bright smile.

"Holy shit keira? I didn't realize you were doing that-" quickly realizing you may have been fangirling you shut up. Tomasz head lifted smiling

"You know the character?" You chuckled nervously well aware of The witcher still eyeing you from the side. Joey smirked at him and gave a chuckle making Henry freeze and look away flustered. You hesitated whilst talking to Tomasz.

"Hehe well Yeah sort of....I know the book's and the games sooo yeah..Sorry...Got excited there..Can't help it" he grinned shaking his head.

"No no its perfectly fine...I do always love seeing people et excited over our work! But you know her so can help the guys immensely. If you could try and portray the character that would help a lot as well, so we can see how these lines and dynamics will work" you blinked looking at the page going blank. Try to in act the scene to? Okay keira what do you remember shes...Playful catty and a little manipulative.Petty but confident yet can switch to cold bitch on a dime. Your not sure our up to the task.

"So? You want me to try and act properly? but...But bare in mind I'm not an actress...Never done any acting or anything so if I'm shit I apologize."

"Its fine, just try your best...We don't want a carbon copy of the games we want a believable character, just create your own Keira for the time being as I said we just want that feeling for the scene and the relationship that's all. If you could read from half way down..'Seriously I mean this is it?' Okay? don't mind the blank we just haven't settled on the last few bits of dialog just keep going...Go with the flow as it were" you nodded taking a breath really out of your comfort  zone  but it literally  said 'help when needed' in your job description so you didn't have much choice. You took a peek at the lines it the scene was based around the camp at night.

Henry and Joey sat on stools you followed their lead really nervous trying not to steal glances or stare at the witcher before you even if he didn't seem to care himself, his gold eyes not leaving you for a second, he wasn't even blinking.

You pulled at the page slightly forcing back the anxiety but sucked it up when were you ever going to get the chance to do this again. To read lines with your crush on set in full delicious Witcher get up.You decided to throw caution to the wind and give it your all if you looked a tit well atleast you had fun and you'd never have to again!

You gulped you were supposed to start. You took a breath and pulled some confidence out of your ass, she was a fierce woman that was almost childlike. You used a sarcastic un-amused flat tone.

"Seriously....I mean this is it? this is the great adventuring? Wandering the continent aimlessly for contract's that may or may not be actual monsters..." you tilted your head to the side blinking slowly as you looked between Henry and Joey. Both seemed to be caught unaware as you transformed from a frightened quivering ball of nerves to a catty confidant sorceress.

Henry smiled cheekily at you  knowing that with that transformation you'd already bagged the role, you were his keira.

"Well you are welcome to return to your healing house" Henry drolled in Geralt's deep voice sounding unimpressed tilting his head at you slightly with a bored expression. Joey hummed.

"Yes I second that witch you don't have to be here you can just go your own way" he waved his hand near you and you leaned in giving him a wicked warning grin making him pull back and lean towards Henry, a typical Jaskier move...Well for the moment he was Jaskier.

"G-go and curse children poison or cattle or whatever it is you do" you scoffed rolling your eyes pulling back a little and tilted your head looking at Henry.

"Geralt your Jester appears to be in a foul mood would you like me to help? I'm sure I have a remedy that can silence him for a while...Permanently if you'd like" you smirked as Joey snpped his head looking between the two worriedly.

"JESTER I-YOU I am a bard! And I have made Geralt here the famed white wolf! Tell her Geralt! " Henry rolled his eyes ignoring Joey's out burst

"The Jester is right you don't have to travel with us you can leave, return home if our adventures aren't exciting enough for you. And I'd warn you keep the potions to yourself"  you paused the page was now empty. You too a breath and spoke anyway.

"What? Me leave? and go back to treating the lords son and his frequent bouts of cock rot..." the two men bite back a laugh managing to stay in character...Just. You blinked leaning forward placing your face on your palm

"That’s not as thrilling as one might think loses its charm on the third and forth round...Much like the boy himself" Joey sputtered trying to hide his giggles. But contained himself to make an insulting Jaskier quip.

"Cock rot...begs the question do you cause it or cure it?" he twitched waiting for your reply. You hissed at him then calmed yourself and fluttered your eyes at him and continued in a sultry tone.

"Your welcome to find out for yourself Jester" he stuttered going red

"I-i a no hah thank you for the offer but noooo...Had enough of witches for a life time.. Thank you very much!" he said almost choking on his words you leaned back huffing

"Hmm...Shame you almost look like fun could have livened up the trip...I do always enjoy the loud ones..." Joey chuckled and looked to Henry with a face saying 'help me out here buddy' Henry was finding it very hard to keep himself together, was he jealous of you flirting with joey? Yes did he want to turn the tables? Yes could he think of a way to do it? Fuck no.

He settled for shaking his head, he was certain you had the role already and if not he was definitely going to vouch for you,you were good and portrayed Keira well enough to make Joey's Jaskier fidget which Keira did.

"I'm sure you can find fun where ever you find yourself Keira" Henry piped in wanting to see where the scene can go, wanting for you to give him your sultry voice and flirt with him. But you stuttered a little his gaze was intense hot and hooded.

"Y-yes you'd think that!..But there is no fun to be had at home anymore!...Well that's not strictly true there is this one acquaintance a deaf eunuch " Henry spoke up needing to hear the end of this one, trying to fight off his disappointment that you hadn't given him the same treatment as Joey, didn't you like him? Was Joey more your type? No there must be more to it.

"And this deaf eunuch is fun? How so?" you wiggled your eyebrows at him

"Well Witcher he only had one way to show me his gratitude...Any man who only has his hands to speak develops a very....dexterous set of fingers~" Joey slipped out of character confused as Henry burst out laughing. Despite his sour feelings over your non-flirting he couldn't deny that was a funny and well thought out bit of improv.

"Deaf eunuch? F-fingers?..I don't get it-OOHHH!HOLY SHIT YOU DIDN'T! OHH OH MY FUCK" he then started roaring with laughter with Henry making you go shy blushing.

"Oh my god yes...She is definitely the one we need...Defiantly my Keira!" Henry wheezed through his laughter leaning over slapping his knee.

"huh what?" You looked between everyone what do the mean need? It was Tomasz was nodding smiling and spoke up clarifying what Henry had meant.

"That was....Well...It was an audition and you got the part. You became the character very easily it was natural and flowed nicely and you were nervous once relaxed you will make a perfect Keira!" you blinked at him. An audition? For a part in the show "Are you having a laugh? I can't act for shit...Like that was...It was err" Henry smirked lifting a brow

"Acting? Maybe?" You  blushed at him as he leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. You leaned back sitting upright then pulled a face. He was right technically.

"Okay it was kind of acting....But why are you doing this here now? Surely you already have someone? this don't strike me as normal." Lauren sighed

"No your right its not normal...The actress who was playing Keira has pulled out we have a week to find a replacement or will are probably getting cancelled they won't let us delay again" you sat up pin straight

"Wait what? An actress bailed on us last minuet...That’s a bit of a dick move... That's like a big dick move not in a nice big dick way either... Like a dick dick move" Henry and Joey snorted at your statement and Tee creased up. Tomasz moved over to you

"I'm afraid so...I know its a big ask but were were supposed to start filming her scenes the middle of next week and we need a replacement. Fast. Sooo what would you say to stepping in and saving the day? you fit the bill and your here now and from what I've just seen you can do it...You gave her a cheeky, petty vibe which in all honesty was missing from who we selected...We can get you ready I'm sure Henry and Joey can help you, teach you the tricks of the trade so to speak" he lifted his head to the both of them. They nodded Henry speaking up

"I can even mentor you if you want, to get you more comfortable... Me and Joey will look after you I promise" you gulped then looked back to Lauren and Tomasz. You'd never even thought of acting or anything and it was daunting prospect.

"Look...We have run into a problem that could potentially bring production and filming to a halt...Something that could cancel season two completely....But you can help us. We can continue as planned but we understand its a big thing to spring on someone .We can afford to give you a few days to think it over if you need to..." you took a breath it sounded incredible,  like one of those talent scout tales...Could you do it? You didn't want to see the show go down the pan you loved the first season as a viewer and was over the moon when Tee got you the job onset. You loved the witcher as a whole...Maybe helping bring it to life could be fun? A lot of work and you didn't know shit but you could give it a go. But then you’d be working close with Henry who pretty much turned you into a fucking trembling mass of girly hormones "...But I'm not an actress...I doubt I'd be any good.." Tee snorted

"Fuck off 'not an actress', acting is a big expensive game of pretend! And no offense but you've been pretending to be an adult since we left school! You've got this besides everyone will know your situation so if things go pear-shaped or you get confused we can all help sort you out, we wont scream at you over it..." she moved standing between Joey and Henry squishing their faces

"Come on loooook! Look at there poor little faces! Don’t let Jaskier and Geralt die! If we get cancelled that’s what will happen! These charters will die! I will take them out back and shoot them myself! Never to be seen again!" You giggled at her antic as both men in her grasp tried their hardest to pout up at you with there scrunched up faces. You sighed you were gonna regret this.

"Okay okay fine I will try... But don't say I didn't warn you.." everyone took a deep breath relived. Henry and Joey shared a grin now super excited to carry on with the show. Henry more so then Joey he was ecstatic! He can't wait to start getting close to you.

Lauren moved over to you with some long ass looking scripts.

"Here...These are for you! Start reading through these today...Do one episode at a time for now you'd have more chance learning the lines and you need to go to costume.  Tee could you tell them whats happened and get her over there today? let them measure her up luckily it's mostly lace up so shouldn't have to change much" Henry stood up quickly making you jump.

"I will take her and introduce her to everyone...I’m finished for the day so I’m going there anyway" he explained a little sheepish realizing he may have seemed eager. Joey chuckled at him Standing beside him patting the mans back Tomasz shook his head

"Thank you for the offer Henry but we still need you were going to re shoot one of the scenes again, we think there is a better angle we could get" Henry pouted chest deflating a little and nodded to the director

"Right so Tee you escort her , oh where are you staying by the way? In the hotel in town? Well we will need to move you into Keira’s trailer so you'd be onset. Tee could you show her the trailer first then wardrobe and then finally I will pop over with a contract for you this afternoon..." you froze. Contract?. What the fuck? You don't know anything about contracts! Henry caught on to your panic and lit up like Christmas finding another way he could spend time with you.

"Hey its okay...Just a bit of paper saying you've got the job and a bit of legal jargon...I can look over it with you and have my agent look over it if you want? just to be sure everything's good okay? don't worry we will take good care of you I promised didn't I?" You smiled shyly and nodded. 'Holy shit he's looking at you, speak girl stop fucking staring! SPEAK! BREATH!' You took a breath avoiding his gaze a little trying to forget who he was wanting to act cool when you did finally speak it was in a quiet voice.

"I-I Suppose so...I mean yes I'd appreciate someone sorting that out..I get the feeling there are a lot of big words involved" Joey laughed you liked Henry, he could see it and something told him you would both become very close. Well close he estimated you'd be fucking within two weeks. He noted the fact you had both gone quiet Henry's eyes boring into you again as you fiddled with script in your hand. He rolled his eyes you were blushing squirming under the witchers staring gold orbs and he didn't seem to care he was just quite happy to gawk at you. Joey finally decided to cut you so e slack.

"Your not kidding...But like Henry said nothing to bad just a you got the job! And how your being paid really" you chuckled rubbing your neck.

"Fuck! haha you know I didn't even think of that" Tomasz chuckled and nodded. Breaking his silence, he to had noticed the tension between the two of you but would say nothing it wont be a problem after all there was a sexual atmosphere between Geralt and Keira so it would do well on screen.

"Well your an actress now, so of course you'll be paid as an actress, it will be in the paper work, I suggest you go and start reading the scripts Keira is heavily involved in this season she is travelling with Geralt and Jaskier for a while... And a word of advice I'm going to have to take your name to a few higher ups with the video of your audition and names on official websites for the cast will be changed, probably in a day or two...You may want to go and clean up any social media ect that you might have...It could blow up a little bit its...What we are doing is pretty much unheard of" you frowned at him

"You...You filmed that? What? who?" Tee waved her phone up at you gaining your attention.

"Its fine y/n just need it for the records and for a few others to see..." she turned to Lauren

"Might be an idea to put this up somewhere to just to introduce her as the character..." Lauren shook her head

"Not yet get her in costume then a few photos we can film a short teaser scene with them...That can be her debut" Tee nodded and began making a list of things to do then snapped her head up looking at you.

"Seriously change your face book to friends only...And get a fucking twitter on that thought get a bloody snapchat and Instagram to! Okay? life will be easier trust me on this" Henry frowned at you stumped.

"You don't have twitter, Snapchat or Instagram?....No what? How have you? What do you do all day on your phone?" You shrugged and smiled impishly at him.

"I read...Write...Scroll tumblr for hours on end and play games...Never bothered with that social media crap don't know how to use it...Was on tumblr for years before I ever got the courage to post something" Joey smiled taking a step forward and patted your back

"Well at least you have Tumblr which I will want by the way! But never mind about the others I will show you cos your gonna need it!" You smiled at him giggling maybe this wont be so bad? You nodded at him feeling more at ease, it sounded like they were going to help you with all this shit, the only thing you had to do was keep the inner Cavill fangirl at bay, which was gonna be a hell of a job now that you weren't going to be able to avoid him but it was that or watch this show be cancelled and that was not going to happen!. You looked over to Lauren who was still giving Tee a list of jobs and people to contact.

"Okay...So where do I start?" She smiled and quickly stood in front of you as you stood between Joey and Henry both pointing out on the scripts certain things explaining what things meant and how things would work when filming. You nodded trying to take it all in. You took a breath looks like you were doing this.  

[apollostears]

Chris Evans As A Dad

Fandom(Celebrity): Chris Evans

Warning(s): little bit of swearing, mentions of postpartum depression, little hints of sexy time

Pairing: as per usual, poc!reader, although it’s not specifed

Creator: Maya

Now, LETS GET IN TO ITTTTTT

*gif not mine*

As we all know, CEVANS wants to be a daddy and I strongly believe he would be the proudest father in. the. WORLD!!!!

During the pregnancy, Chris would be extremely hands on and attentive. I’m talking birthing classes/podcasts…everything!

He would handle every craving order and every mood swing, taking them with pride knowing that you’re like this because you’re having a baby.

Regardless of the gender, Chris WILL have the nursery done three months into the pregnancy. No ifs, ands, ors, or buts about it. That is his project to take care of and he actually does a pretty good job.

Chris would DEFINITELY get you a push present idc! (i will die on this hill!!) Maybe it was a pair of Balenciaga shoes or a lambo truck, hell maybe even an Island. Chris would get you the biggest push present ever.

Would definitely document your entire pregnancy with home videos and totally call them “Baby Evan’s pregnancy diaries” or something like that. It would be annoying on days when Chris pushes the camera all in your face to document your mood swings and eating habits, but then you see his wide smile and can’t help but smile with him.

As excited as he would be, I think he would keep most of your pregnancy private from the public and only post whenever you posted something.

Dodger definitely has a “Soon-to-be big brother” doggy sweater that he wears with pride as he sits at your feet or in front of your stomach, ready to protect you and the baby.

When the baby does come, it’s like his entire world stops. One minute y’all are asleep and the next, you’re screaming at him to wake up because the baby is here.

You both opted on a home birth and he helps the midwife get things ready while the doula calms your nerves.

Chris whips out his video camera and records the entire thing, start to finish. When y’all rewatch it, the sound of Chris crying is heard for pretty much the entire video.

He is still hands on even after pregnancy and does very well taking care of the baby, strongly believing in the ideology that since you carried the baby for nine months, the least he could do was be up for the late night cries and feedings.

If you do experience postpartum depression, Chris also helps you get through the that the best way he can. I think it would really hurt him to see you go through something like that.

Also wanna add that as soon as you’re able to have sex, he’s fucking another baby into you ASAP

For the entire first year of y’all child’s life, Chris is documenting every little thing and when they take their first steps, Chris (once again) cries an ocean of tears and posts the video on social media for everyone to see.

Your kid will say ‘DaDa’ first, that is absolutely not up for debate.

Any extracurricular activities your child joins, Chris is the parent that becomes the coach or organizer. You become the mom that always brings snacks and kisses for the booboo’s or hurt feelings.

Road trips are frequent and that is how the family tradition of going to Bear Mountain every winter, had started.

You and Chris probably end up becoming advocates for child safety and end up partnering with companies to get carseats, food, blankets, and other basic child needs out to less fortunate families and other countries.

Speaking of giving, best believe another family tradition would be volunteering at food drives, shelters, and toy drives every Christmas and Thanksgiving.

Chris would really cherish every moment spent with your child and future children, being completely grateful to experience fatherhood and with you as their mother.

[mountainsluna]

children’s books

pairing: witch!wooyoung + witch!reader (as best friends)

genre: humor/supernatural

word count: 1.4k

✩ [author’s note] feel free to send in requests for my witch!wooyoung au! along with any others! i have a couple of stories planned for this, but i’m always open to requests :)

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✩ requests : check bio or masterlist ♡

“Mother she’s eight years old and more than capable of staying home alone!” Wooyoung complained into his phone at his mother’s request for him to babysit his little sister for the night. “Just throw on some cartoons and fill her with snacks! That’s all I’m gonna do anyways!”

“Ugh, fine!” Wooyoung ended the call, sighing loudly in frustration. “Well there goes my Saturday night.”

“All you were planning to do was binge watch how i met your mother and get drunk on my couch.” You accused, knowing all too well how the boy’s weekends went.

“Yeah and now my plans are ruined.” He sighed getting up from your bed as he walked over to you at your desk. “Looks like you’ll have to get drunk without me.” He sniffled, wiping a non-existent tear from his eye.

“Yeah I’ll try not to miss you too much.” Giving him a fake pout as he patted your shoulder. Vanishing from your side as he left to get ready for his babysitting duties.

Wooyoung showed up at his family’s house around 7pm, unlocking the door with a flick of his wrist, the thought of knocking not even entering his mind. “Family! I have arrived!” He announced, closing the door behind him. He made his way to the sofa, ruffling his sister’s hair who was mindlessly staring at the tv.

“Wooyoung in here!” His mother called from the kitchen.

“Oooh someone looks fancy!” Wooyoung commented, his mother dressed to the nines in a long ball gown and sparkly jewelry.

“Why thank you.” She made her way to the fridge, showing the dinner and bedtime snacks she had prepared for him and his sibling, instructing him not to feed her any sweets or he’ll never get her to sleep.

“I know I know and have her in bed by 9.” He reassured her, putting his mother’s worries to rest. He saw her struggling to close her earring, waving his finger to clasp it for her.

A sigh of relief leaving her as she heard the click of it closing. “Thanks.” She placed a quick kiss on his cheek as she brushed passed him towards the living room. “We should be home by 10, 11 the latest, okay?”

He hummed in response, taking a bag of chips from the pantry as he watched his father enter the room, adjusting the cuff links on his dress shirt. “Don’t wait up though.” he added. “And no magic.” He said sternly, waving a finger at his son from across the room.

“Yeah yeah no magic.” He says as he mindlessly hovered the bag of chips next to him. His father coming over to grab the bag, setting it on the table, startling Wooyoung. “Ah....no more magic.” Smiling sheepishly, earning a glare from the taller man before he made his way to the door.

“Call us if you need anything!” His mother called from the porch, the door closing before he could reply.

The next two hours went by swiftly. He sat his sister down for dinner, joking and playing around with her afterwards, hoping to tire her out before putting her to bed.

But maybe he snuck some cookies as she had her bedtime snack and maybe he had to give her a few as well, when she noticed him. Wooyoung knew his parents would kill him if they got home and his sister was still awake. So he slipped the tiniest bit of a sleep spell onto the cookies. It was the smallest dose, one even his own mother would use on her when she was a baby.

Once 9pm rolled around he settled her into bed, tucking her in before saying good night.

“Wooyoungie, wait!” She called out. “I’m not sleepy! Read me a story.” Wooyoung placed his hands on his hips, walking to her book shelf to pick something out.

“You like Dr. Seuss?” He asked, when she nodded, he pulled out a book titled What Pet Should I Get?

He settled next to her on her bed, leaning against the headboard as he read it aloud. “I saw a fine dog who shook hands. So we shook. So I said...”

“I want him!” His sister chimed. 

“Kay saw a cat. She gave it a pat and said...”

“I want THAT!” Wooyoung read the rest of the story and as he got to the end he noticed she was fast asleep. He snuck his way off the bed and back into the living room to wait for his parents arrival.

He was scrolling through his phone with the tv as background noise when he heard a faint barking sound coming from upstairs. Thinking it was his imagination he looked back at the screen, until he heard a bird singing a cartoonish tune from the same direction accompanied by a mix of other sounds.

He hesitantly made his way up, the noises growing louder the closer he got. As he reached the top step he was met with a hallway full of animals and creatures from the book he had just finished reading to his sister. “Oh no...” He silently made his way back downstairs to call you.

“Can I help you?” You answered sarcastically.

“I’m glad you asked, I need you here asap! I have a magic emergency!” He whispered frantically into the phone not wanting to attract the attention from the creatures above.

“Uhm it’ll take me awhile to get ready so-”

“Unacceptable.” He interrupted, snapping his fingers as you appeared in front of him, your hair in a messy bun, a bright green face mask adorning your face. “Ugh you couldn’t have cleaned up a bit?”

“Wooyoung I swear!”

“Shhh!!!! Keep your voice down!” He explained to you what was going on as you washed off your face at his kitchen sink.

“So you casted a sleeping spell on your sister and now you want me to help wake her up?”

“Yes! But I think she conjured these things up in her dreams or maybe even while I was reading to her! I need you to help me reverse it.”

“Well then, we need to get to the book you read to her.” You said drying off your face.

“Good luck getting past that stampede.” He scoffed, crossing his arms in front of him.

You narrowed your eyes at him in amusement, “Oh I think I have an idea.” Placing your hand on his shoulder, teleporting you both into his sister’s room.

“I...Well see....Ugh nevermind! Let me find the book.” You chuckled at him as he searched for it. Your eyes scanned over his sleeping sister, noticing her soft smile and sleepy giggles. She was probably dreaming about the animals wreaking havoc in the house, thinking it was all just in her mind. “Okay I got it!”

“Alright let’s just reread it but change up the words a bit.” You flipped though the pages, mulling over the wording. “Instead of saying I want these pets, you’re gonna say I don’t want them. Got it?”

Wooyoung nodded, hovering the book between you as you two placed your hands over his sister’s sleeping form. A soft purple glow, emitting from your palms onto her. You read through the book, Wooyoung chiming in at his parts. You heard the noises slowly begin to subside from the other side of the door. After the last few words, the house was completely quite, his sister slowly stirring awake as well. The book dropped to the ground as she rubbed her eyes, trying to focus as you stood in front of her. “Y/n? Is that you?”

Wooyoung moved to the door, opening it slowly, peering into the hallway to make sure everything was back to normal. “I just came to pick up your brother. Everything’s fine sweetie you can go back to sleep.” Without another word she laid back down, drifting off quicker than you expected.

As you both exited the room, the sound of Wooyoung’s parents entering the house rang up the stairs. “Wooyoung, we’re home!” You both scurried down the stairs, meeting them at the doorway. “Oh, Y/n? I didn’t know you were here! It’s nice to see you, I’m not surprised Wooyoung needed help putting her to sleep.”

Not wanting to be in the house any longer, Wooyound slid passed his father with you in tow. “Well we better get going! I’ll call you tomorrow, mother. Good night!” He said placing a quick kiss on her cheek. You waved your goodbyes sheepishly as he closed the door behind you two. Letting out the biggest sigh of relief. “Thank the heavens that’s over with.”

“People need to watch they way they write these children’s books. They’re a lot more dangerous than they look.” You said, reflipping through the pages before making it vanish into thin air.

Wooyoung shrugged his shoulders, raising his eyebrows. “Who knows...maybe my sister’s a witch too.”

[whumpbby]

Hi! So this is kind of a random ask, but I know you have beta fish, and I’m considering getting one. I’ve had beta fish in the past, and despite educating myself on how to take care of them they haven’t lived very long, so I’m hoping you’ll be able to help me. For my past beta fish, I keep them in a five gallon tank (for clarification, I never had more than one beta fish at a time. So I didn’t have multiple of them in the tank don’t worry—they just all lived at different times in the same tank) that had a filter with a pretty low flow on it. I never saw any of the fish have problems swimming with it on. I always used a highly rated water purifying product for the tank water (I forgot what it’s actually called) and I never had any sharp plants that would hurt their fins. I fed them a little every two days because I heard that feeding them everyday was bad for them. Do you happen to know what I was doing wrong? It was frustrating for me because I put a lot of effort into keeping them alive and healthy and then I would see people who kept them in small half gallon bowls have their fish outlive mine. It’s been a couple years, and I want to get another, but I don’t want to accident hurt/kill another one. How do you care for your beta fish? Do you have any advice? Sorry about the rant, but I follow you for your Jason content and happened to stumble upon some of you fish posts and need help. Thanks so much for reading this, and if you do end up offering any advice, I want to thank you for that too!

Hi dear, sorry if I took long to answer - tumblr notoriously does not inform me of messages>> 

I understand your pain - especially that the situation with bettas is very frustrating. They tend to suffer from quite a few genetic defects (they are prone to tumours, for example) and are a very abused fish in the aquatic industry.  Oftentimes by the time they will get to a caring and dedicated owner, they’ve already went through a lot:0 We just don’t know how healthy the fish is before we got it. 

I am by no means an expert, I have lost a few babies since I started the hobby a couple years ago and I can only assume what a few of them suffered from:( One thing that seems to work is leaving them and the tank alone for as long as you can once it’s all set up and cycled and running - apart form the regular maintenance. I am a chronic fiddler who needs to change and add plants, filters, etc, so I constantly have to hold myself back form doing things to the tank. My sister has the same betta for a second year now and the only thing she does with her tank is water changes once every couple weeks - and both him and a thousand of cherry shrimp that live there thriveXD 

Some things I nowadays pay attention to that may be useful, however, are:

- water temp has to be consistent, on the warmer side. I keep mine at 26-27C (I don’t know how much that is in F, sorry>>). To that effect the tank needs a lid - it will trap the warm air, protecting the betta form inhaling cold air then they come up for a breath. They labyrinth breathing organ is quite sensitive to that.

- I feed my boys twice a day, so I am not a part of the ‘feed them little’ club. I give them a little pinch of the good flake in the morning (Bug Bites is nice) and a 3-4 granules of a King Betta or a pinch of a protein-rich micro pellets in the evening. A betta breeder I talked to a couple times advised that it’s better to feed the boys a couple times a day in small quantities rather than once - keeps their digestive tracts working and they can avoid constipation. Constipation happens often with bettas and is a headache to solve. I leave frozen bloodworms for special occasions and just rotate the dry foods for variety.  

- I change water every week - and every other week make sure to vacuum gravel the substrate. In the planted tanks I vacuum only about 2-3cm of the top layer to not disturb planting substrate below and not to suck up any shrimp, so it’s a gentle operation. In the gravel where there is no growing substrate I go deep - the reason being that I want to free any possible air bubbles stuck underneath where bad bacteria may grow. 

- Pick a filter and stick to it. I was very bad at that, but I finally managed to hotwire a combo that seems to work so I will stick to it;) If you can stand the noise, I advise a sponge filter - it’s so easy to clean and manageTT If you can’t stand the hum of the air pump and the bubbles, I recommend a matten filter - or hotwiring an internal filter to a sponge filter - like so - instruction in German, but the visuals are very self-explanatory;] I used gel superglue to connect the filterhead to a sponge filter and now all I have to do once a month or rarer is to pull the sponge off and squeeze it few times in the used tank water! And sometimes clean the showerhead from algae;] It saves you so much money on the cartridges (corner sponge filters are a couple £/$ and last years) and provides extra filtration. My shrimps also eat off it;] 

- get a snail. Seriously, I have a snail in every tank - a single nerite will do best for a 5gal. They don’t breed in sweet water, don’t grow large and will keep your glass clean for you - I have not cleaned my tanks’ glass since... ever>> Joe I and Joe II do it for meXD They also provide company for the betta and something fun to look at. And he will scarf uneaten food form the gravel. 

- I assume you know about the nitrogen cycle, so I will not bore you here about bacteria and such. But a best chance of saving the betta form stress when you get him home is a cycled tank. You can get an ammonia testing set - or, if you find that a bit intimidating (I do for some reason) you can go to an aquarist shop and they will check your water for you. My local store in town does it for free. I am not sure about big box stores, tho. If you see something being wrong with the betta, check water and see if it needs to be changed asap. 

- water changes are mandatory and have to be regular. A 5gal is a convenient size - I am using a 5l bottle left over from mineral water as a measuring tool;) This way I know I am always changing roughly 1/4th of the tank’s water. It’s very easy to see how much water I removed and how much I have to put back in - I can control the water temp and add dechlotinator/vitamins etc before it goes into the tank, so I do not shock my critters with too hot or too cold water. The rule I practice is leaving the dechlorinator in the bottle for about 10 mins before pouring it all into the tank. 

- you don’t have to be intimidated by planted tanks:) A little bunch of anubias on a stick is often enough to start with and a good look for a tank, in my opinion. It also makes for a more natural space for the betta he will certainly appreciate. The less fancy stuff the better - I got my first natural rocks form the side of the road (ofc I boiled the life out of them before they got even close to the tank) and they are usually quite cheap on amazon. A stick with a plant and a rock and some small-size gravel is often enough to look good. The plants will also help with eating up nitrites and keeping the water healthy.

- goodness, what else. Medicaiton. Ok. I have tried many meds for my boys and once the fish is in a bad way not much will help, form my experience :( My med set consists of Melafix - I add it to water according to instructions whenever I see my betta without appetite or acting off. It’s a mild anti-bacterial mixture that does not affect snails/shrimp. If that does not help, I use eSHa 2000 or eSHa Exit - they are two very comprehensive meds that deal with a variety of problems. I have never used aquarium salt, but some people swear by it - there’s no specific reason I don’t use it, I just never got around to it.  

This is all the chaotic advice, but things to remember (I am not trying to be condescending, I just don't know how much you know;]) are: cycled tank, regular water changes&filter maintenance, consistent temperature and quality food. Bettas are hardy little suckers, but sometimes they are also frail in ways we can’t see until it’s too late. I am already seeing a tumour growing on one of my boys and there is nothing I can do about it except giving him the best life I can - he is still going strong, but I know he will probably not last to the end of the year. It’s a hobby that sometimes seems thankless, but if you do everything right, even if they leave early, at least you’ve given them a good and peaceful time before that:)

If I you have any more questions or just want to share woes, feel free to message, I will do my best to answer:)

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Death Do We Part (Part 10)

SSA Spin-off ✧ Jason Todd ✧ Physical Link ✧ 1 ✧ 2 ✧ 3 ✧ 4 ✧ 5 ✧ 6 ✧ 7 ✧ 8 ✧ 9 ✧ 10 ✧ 11 ✧ 12 ✧ 13 ✧ 14 ✧ 15 ✧ Words: 2,000+

     Your eyes frantically move around the room, trying to find where the next blow is going to come from. He’s walking toward you, away from Jason who’s lying still in the corner. He breaks your ribs just as he did with Jason and you cough blood onto his face. The splatter seems to awaken something in him and he smiles wider, the wide grin on his face twitching with joy.

     You shudder in fear as blood fills up your throat and you can’t breathe. You keep your eyes on Jason as the Joker slams the crowbar down onto the tips of your fingers.

     Is this what Jason felt? Alone? In pain? Dying? Oh god, you thought. Why does he have to go through this again? You close your eyes and desperately try to shut off your link.

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     Robin is lying still on the ground, bleeding from his side. Nightwing is heaving in breaths as he nurses his broken ribs. Batman’s the only one standing but his cowl is ripped, his hair sticking out, and his kevlar suit is grazed from the hail of gunfire. While the Red Hood, well. He just stopped. He’s just standing there, staring into space.

    The standstill lasts for a while, giving Bruce time to glance at his partners and assess the situation. Tim needs medical attention ASAP. Nightwing can no longer fight and he’s out of supplies and soon out of moves. This new player seems to have a counter for every single one of their maneuvers. Batman needs to think outside of the box.

    But before he does, Red Hood finally moves. He drops his stance and puts a finger to his ear. He listens. Batman narrows his eyes at him until he’s moving again. This time, he slowly retreats into the shadow. “Checked in with your base lately?” he mocks.

    Batman doesn’t follow him. “Y/N,” he whispers into the comms. No answer. Nightwing slowly stands up and helps Bruce carry Tim back to the batmobile. Their drive back is noisy with Nightwing constantly trying to call you but only getting static, all while closing Tim’s wounds as best he can.

    “Have you checked the manor’s security?”

    “Offline.”

    “What about Alfred?” he asks, almost afraid to hear the answer. Bruce doesn’t give him one at all and only accelerates. Nightwing leans back and prepares himself for the worst thing they could probably come home to.

    The direct entrance to the cave is blasted open. But this doesn’t stop Bruce from driving through the debris. In fact, it made him drive faster. Once inside, everything has been visibly looted and the infrastructure mostly destroyed, but it’s silent. There’s no one there.

    “Stay here,” Bruce orders and closes the door before Dick could say anything. He uses his grappling hook to get up the tunnel of the busted shaft. The moment he’s up there, the grandfather clock is wide open, and he can see bodies on the floor of the study.

    “No…”

    Alfred is crying on the floor trying to make his body seem as small as possible. He’s holding his head between his knees and rocking forward. A foot away from him, you’re lying on the floor. Your whole body is shuddering and your eyes are wide open, empty gaze fixed at the empty ceiling. “Y/N,” When Bruce’s face enters your vision, you scream.

    The Red Hood hears the shrill ringing of your voice inside his head. Satisfied that he knows Bruce is there, he turns off his senses and looks back at Scarecrow and his crew who are bringing in their loot from the cave.

    “You were right,” Scarecrow tells him, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Somebody opened the door for us like you said they would.”

    The Red Hood inspected the boxes and what’s inside them. Supplies of everything in Batman’s armory and utility belt. Even spare kevlar suits and cowls.

    He needed some for himself and the rest to bribe Gotham’s crime lords. But the big players like Scarecrow, Dent, Penguin, Black Mask and Bane, they needed proof that he’s got the Bat under his thumb and the cave was just the first step.

     But was it worth it? Was it worth endangering you and Alfred just to get them on his side? Or is he just turning into Talia and her father?

    “So. Which one of them is Batma--”

    A gunshot rings loudly in the warehouse, catching the attention of his men. They watched as Scarecrow’s body hits the floor with a hole in his eye. Jason turns to them. “When I give instructions, you follow them to the T.”

    “Are you insane? We got everything like you said, and the Bat wasn’t there.”

    “That’s because I was distracting him. I lost more ammo and get-aways than I had to because you decided to mess around and waste time!”

    “It was all Scarecrow. He--”

    The Red Hood aims his gun at his forehead. “He’s dead,” he says. The man almost whimpers until Red Hood finally takes back his gun. “I’m in charge now and what I say is law.” He watches as the men scramble back to what they were doing.

    He stands on the sides, clenching and unclenching his fist. He can still see the images of your nightmare. He didn’t realize you knew so much about his death. It was so vivid, it was like he was reliving it.

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    “You think this job was the new player?”

    You wake up to the sound of Dick’s voice. You almost want to groan because Dick can probably wake up the dead. But you keep your eyes closed, preparing yourself for the questions about how you were attacked.

    “Then that changes everything, doesn’t it? He knows where the cave is. He probably knows who you are-- who we are.”

    “We’re not sure,” Bruce answers him, “There were several home invasions in the area at the same time last night. There’s a chance it was unintentional.”

    “Do you really believe that? That Scarecrow would bring his toxins to a home invasion-- Enough fear toxin to kill a crowd--”

    “God, Dick!” Tim’s voice reaches you from your other side. “You’re so loud! Why are you even debriefing in a hospital room?”

    “Yeah,” you open your eyes now, just in time to see Bruce and Dick stand up, relief washing over their faces, “Some people are dying here.” You sit up, only to find out that your body feels like it had been run over by a truck. You slump back down but then you notice another person in the bed across from you. “Alfred?” you call out.

    Dick shakes his head, “There were a lot more toxins in his body and he was exposed to it longer. Dr. Jace is still trying to flush everything out.” He gives you a reassuring smile, “But he’ll be okay.”

    You immediately feel guilty, “I should’ve checked on him sooner!” Then you remember the voice you heard when you opened the door. “No… I’m the one who led them into the cave. I opened the clock and they were waiting for me.”

    “This isn’t your fault, Y/N.” Tim’s voice steals your gaze and you’re surprised to find him glaring at you from beside Alfred. His torso’s heavily bandaged and he narrows his eyes, “Stop doing that. Stop carrying everything on your shoulders like you’re alone in this. You’re not.”

    Slowly, you look away from Tim. The sudden tension in the room only increasing. He’s right. You’re doing it again. But it was your access that led them there to the base and possibly their identities. “What did they do in the cave?”

    “They destroyed it,” Bruce answers and you clench your fist on your lap. Gently, he covers them with his hand, “We’ve got another safe house set up. Once Alfred wakes up, we’ll be staying there.”

    “Until when?” Tim asks.

    “Until we catch that son of a bitch.” You’re surprised to hear Dick swear and sound serious. You can’t help but laugh and it lightens the mood just enough. “What? What did I do?” he asks frantically. 

    It’s nighttime by the time Alfred wakes up, disorientated, in pain, and downright cranky. He made sure to give Bruce an earful as they relocated to your new base of operations. Alfred’s voice got even louder when Bruce started putting on a new suit.

    “Master Bruce, I beg of you. Take one night off--”

    “One night is all it takes, Alfred, for somebody else to die out there--”

    “Then for once let them!” You’re all surprised to hear Alfred shout, “For once. Worry more about yourself. Your children. Your own family.”

    You, Tim, and Dick watch awkwardly from the sidelines. Bruce stares at Alfred but he doesn’t put the cowl down.

    “This is how I protect my family.”

    Bruce walks away from Alfred who leans against the wall in exhaustion. Dick catches him quickly, “Okay. Here. Let’s get you to bed. Nice and easy.”

    “Master Richard, remember that I once tended to your scrapes and cuts when you were a mere schoolboy. So don’t treat me like I’m a child.”

    Dick chuckles, “Look out, Y/N. Someone’s trying to give you a run for your money.”

    As if only now remembering, Alfred quickly turns to you, “Are you alright?”

    You smile and nod. “Just a nightmare,” you say and Alfred doesn’t return your smile. He knows how bad ‘just a nightmare’ can be. You watch as Dick takes him to one of the rooms and comes out soon after, proving that Alfred was more tired than he had let on.

    “Tim, watch the comms and feeds.”

    “What?” you and Tim say at the same time. “You’re not going out there, too, are you?” Tim says.

    “Bruce is out there on his own. Hot Blooded. We both know that’s not his best mood on the job. I’m just ground support.”

    “You’re both trying to get killed tonight!” you shout, suddenly standing.

    Dick doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t stop to look at you. He walks out of the safehouse without another word. Tim stands and you quickly glare at him.

    “Calm down, Y/N. I’m just going to tune in to their video feed and comms.”

    You plop down on the couch and wait for Tim to turn on the laptop. You watch as he connects to their private network and hooks it up to the TV. The first thing you see are Batman driving in his batmobile and Dick on his motorcycle.

    “I should’ve threatened to break his ribs,” you mutter, making Tim chuckle.

    “That still wouldn’t have held him back. Take a page from Alfred’s book and break both his kneecaps.”

    “Did he really do that?”

    Tim just smiles to himself. You glare at him because you’re getting a little sick of all the non-answers. It seems to be a habit every Robin picks up from Bruce.

    As you wait and watch the two vigilantes go through Gotham, your body starts reliving random sensations of being hit and battered. You clench and unclench your fists as you imagine the crowbar hammering down on your fingertips.

    “Have you ever been hit with the fear toxin?” you ask quietly, almost not wanting Tim to answer. “Am I supposed to feel all of that… physical torture. Even after the toxins worn off?”

    Tim shrugs his shoulders, “Mind over matter, Y/N.”

    You huff in frustration. You get it, he’s still mad. But does he have to be an ass at this very moment? You both just went through hell and could have died.

    You sigh as you realize that you and Alfred could have died, and Tim is out of commission with a stab wound on his side. He’s not being distant, he’s focused. It’s the only way he knows how to cope.

    Tim suddenly sits upright and watches his computer intently. You look at the TV and see Batman engaged in a fight with someone in a red helmet.

    “It’s the new player,” Tim answers you without having to ask. “Heard someone call him the Red Hood.”

    “Put it on speaker.”

    “--haven’t changed at all,” his voice is distorted because of the full-face helmet he was wearing. But your body reacts to it almost like it’s familiar.

    “How does it feel to lose your cave? Your home?”

    Tim grunts, “So he does know.”

    You try to tune out Tim, tune out everything in the room, and focus solely on the voice that’s suddenly making your body more attuned to your link’s sense.

    “Seeing them badly injured, left for dead. I bet it made you so angry and you just want to kill whoever’s responsible!”

    You’re shaking your head. You know that voice. Slowly, afraid to be right, you close your eyes and numb yourself to your own senses. If it is him, and he’s fighting Bruce right now, then he won’t expect you. He won’t--

    You feel the weight of Batman’s fist hit the side of your face. Your eyes quickly open in time to see him stagger away from Batman. It’s him.

    “Nightwing, turn left. Batman and-- Y/N! Where are you going?”

    You’re already grabbing your phone and heading for the door. Tim blocks your path. “Move, Tim.”

    He narrows his eyes at you, “Where are you going?” he asks again.

    “Out. Now move.”

    “No way, Y/N.”

    You glare at him. From your peripherals you see Batman kick Jason in the chest and you lean on the back of the couch to hide the pain. It’s definitely him. If Tim finds out and he figures out that you’re going to meet him, he’ll tell Bruce.

    “Y/N--” distracted by your sudden movement, you quickly press against Tim’s wound, “AH!” opening it again and you can see him bleeding through the bandage.

    “I’m sorry, Tim,” you rush out and leave him behind, slamming the door behind you.

    Where are you headed?

    You run a couple of blocks before you hide in an alley and close your eyes. You’re immediately met with a piercing sensation on the back of your hand. You feel Jason take out what was lodged and blood oozes down from your new wound. Then the muscles on your legs are extending and retracting, he’s running away.

    This is the hard part but you have to get this right. You grew up in these streets. You know Gotham about as much as you know Jason. You pay attention to the smell, the noise, and the direction of the wind because you need to know exactly where Jason is running off to.

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[drethanramslay]

Gone with the wind

Pairing: Rafael x MC( Addison Jones)

Word count: 1.5 K words (this is a short one, I'm sorry)

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Warning: angst and swearing and im apologising before hand if there are any mistakes. its 2 am in the night so :P

Songs: Don't leave by MØ and Before you go by Lewis Capaldi

It had been an eventful day.

From seeing Kyra collapse in her pool of blood, to spoon-feeding Elijah's intern, to having a wild cat and mouse chase in Mass Kenmore it was crazy indeed. Addison has had five heart attacks and six meltdowns in just a span of 12 hours which left her tired physically and mentally.

But you got to see Rafael for like five minutes, so that's a good thing right? he inner ever-optimistic conscience pointed out which made her smile.

Even though they chose to remain friends, anybody within a five mile radius could sense the palpable tension between the two. The lingering gazes, the long hugs and the occasional kisses on the forehead spoke volumes.

Addison fucking knew that he wasn't happy with Sora.

Hell since the time she knew that Addison was his ex, the fights have started increasing in frequency. Initially, Sora would hang out with the group and during those times, when Raf wasn't looking her way, the death glares that were sent her way, left Addy feeling uneasy.

And that was just the beginning.

There were times when she would shout at Rafael incoherently and the sweetheart that Raf is, would listen to her 'concerns' and try different ways to make her happy. Be it by taking her out on cute dates or by showering her with cute presents or swooning surprises. Addy wasn't even aware about this entire fiasco because they pretended to be couple goals. She only got to know when they had gone out fo beers on the nights of the softball game.

He is such a good actor... Addy thought to herself as she entered the lift and pressed the fifth floor, comfortable in the blue scrubs.

The patient poaching was a wild ride in Mass Kenmore and it was overwhelming. Addy had still not come down from her high, the lingering effects of adrenaline making her restless. Ethan tricking Tobias, Baz imitating Zaid and the run in with Aurora was too much.

I swear I need to have one bottle of wine asap. Addy thought has her shoulders ached, a knot forming due to the excessive stress.

She entered room 532 to see Bryce sitting by Kyra, holding her hand and giving her a reassuring smile.

"Hey there K-bear. Gave me quite a scare this morning, huh?" Addy sat by her side and pulled her frail body into a long bear hug.

"Hey Big A. I heard the you had quite the Fast and Furious chase scene today, huh?" Kyra said with a weak smile.

"You wouldn't even believe it Kyra! It was so exhilarating and equal parts terrifying."

"Give me all the deets but before that.." Kyra glanced at Bryce and he gave another encouraging nod. "I'm sorry for being a her to you Addy."

Addison stopped her before she got sucked into the whirlpool of guilt. "No, don't be. I rather you vent all your anger out on me if, its giving you the courage to keep fighting." Kyra gave a huge smile and hugged Addy again. Addy's eyes fell on Bryce. "So Bryce, have you thought of the treatment plan?"

"Yes. So we are gonna do an extensive surgery.." For the next fifteen minutes, Bryce explained the complete plan for the surgery along with the pros and cons, and Addy listened to him with rapt attention.

"So what do you think Big A? Do you think this is a good plan?" Kyra asked with puppy eyes.

"Kyra, if Bryce said its a good idea, I have complete faith in him. You couldn't have had a better surgeon on your side." Bryce gave a grateful smile.

"Thanks Big A. You are the best."

Witnessing the exchange between Kyra spoke up with a mischievous smile. "You know, I remember when you two were clueless little interns fighting over who got to treat me."

"Clueless?!" Addison eyes bugged out.

"Little?!" Bryce clutched his chest out of horror.

Ignoring the offended looks Kyra smiled. "I'm glad that I have you both on my side." Addy gave a soft smile and reached to squeeze her hand, Bryce following suit.

"We aren't going anywhere." Bryce spoke. Addison looked up and she saw Rafael standing outside with his hands stuffed into his pockets. Their eyes met and Addy's heartbeat spiked up.

Bidding goodbye, she headed out and closed the door softly behind her.

"Hey Addy." Rafael spoke with a smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. He opened his arms and Addison walked into the warm embrace. She breathed in his minty cologne and suddenly all the distress of the day washed away.

He is like healing salve to my wounds.

"Hey Raf." She said as she stepped back to look at him.

"How is she doing?" Rafael asked as he waved at her. Kyra waved back enthusiastically.

"She is doing as fine as she can."

"Aren't we all?" Raf said as he looked down at her.

The memory of their previous encounter entered her head and she remembered. "What did you wanna talk about, superman?"

Raf's eyes averted and suddenly found interest in staring at his sneakers.

"No its nothing-" Raf began but Addy, turned him towards her, so that his brown orbs could meet her turquoise ones.

"Raf... I know that look. Its the look which you have when I caught you eating my M&M stash. Tell me, whats wrong?"

"I- I am leaving town."

Addison took a sharp intake of breathe. Panic started churning in her chest as she tried to calm herself. "How long?"

Silence followed which in itself, gave an answer to her.

"Rafael fucking answer me! How long will you be gone?!" Addy's eyes were tearing up and Rafael dragged her into the near by supply closet.

"Don't fucking touch me until you answer my damn question." She exclaimed.

"I..I don't know." Rafael stammered out.

Addison eyes widened and she immediately started rambling. "Where are you going? I am getting an off for the next three days. We could go together and chill and enjoy. You don't need to-"

Rafael gripped her shoulders stopping her. "Addison, I bought a one way ticket."

Do you ever feel trapped or frozen as you see the entire basis of your reality fall apart? That sheer hopelessness and the need to fix it, but you can't?

That's how Addison felt.

"No... Rafael you can't do this! Your friends, your girlfriend, your grandma and your job, is all here!! Boston is your life and you have always wanted to stay here and serve the community-"

"I want a change in pace, can you blame me?" Rafael said crossing his arms, his jaw clenching .

Addison's eyes blazed, the turquoise eyes, turning icy. She looked up at his towering height and poked his chest. "Don't for a moment think that I am going to fucking believe that sorry excuse Rafael Aveiro. I have dated you for seven fucking months and I know you inside out. You may forget or lie to yourself about us, but I damn well know you."

"So look me in the eyes and tell me the fucking truth."

"How can I tell you the truth when you are part of the reason I am leaving?" Rafael said through clenched teeth.

Addy was shocked and speechless. "Me? What the fuck did I do?I literally have been the most supportive person-" she managed to choke out before she was interrupted by him.

"Can't you fucking see it Addison?! I have a fucking girlfriend but I am still, like a fucking idiot, completely and utterly in love with you?! Everyday is a fucking tug of war between you and Sora and its ripping me in shreds. I am loosing all my sanity and to top this, I don't have a fucking job to go where I can just forget everything. I am fucking tired and I need room to breathe."

I am completely and utterly in love with you... That love confession was the best thing she had ever heard, but also like a slap on the face.

"Oh."

"Yes 'oh'. So that's why I have decided that I am going to yeet myself out of this hellish situation and start afresh." Raf said with so much determination that it felt like a stab in the heart.

"Rafael you don't need to do that, please. I'm begging you." Addison pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "You are the only good in this entire city. I- I will cease all contact with you until you get your head straight, as much as it hurts you. But please, please don't leave the city. I need you Raf."

"Addison, if I stay here... I-I can't last another day." He said painfully.

A violent sob shuddered through Addison and Rafael's eyes softened. He wrapped his arms around her as cries racked through her entire body. "I'm so sorry sweetheart... You don't deserve this shit I put you through..."

"Raf..."

"I know that I am leaving now. But if I do come back, be it one month or a day, I promise you that I will make you mine... that is if you still want me." he said, his voice cracking as he ran a hand through her blonde hair.

The embrace got over as soon as it started. She stepped back and cupped his cheek and smiled through her tears. "Rafael... there won't be a single day when I can ever stop loving you. I promise that."

"Me too sweetheart... me too."

[winchester-fantasies]

Mean Something

Read Part Two Here: Everything

Summary: With Michael possessing Dean and the responsibility of taking care of everyone from the apocalyptic universe, Sam is wearing thin. When it gets to be too much, he turns to you. Is it just a distraction or something more?

Word Count: 2423

Warnings: smut, swearing, light angst

Pairing: Sam x Reader

A/N: This is going to be a two-parter, so be on the lookout for more!

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

     You bit your lip as you watched him. His face was hard, eyes steely and concentrated as he spoke with one of the men from the apocalyptic world. Your breathing picked up, your eyes wandering over his face. The worry lines in his forehead were more pronounced these days, and dark rings sat under his once luminous and prismatic eyes. But fuck was he still good-looking. Especially with the full beard he was sporting.

     You’d always found him attractive, but somehow spending so much time with him in the alternate universe had ignited something you hadn’t even known lay buried. Now all you could think about was Sam. 

     “Find anything?” You looked up to find the very object of your obsession standing in front of you.

     You blushed, wondering how much time had passed since you’d lost yourself in daydreams about the youngest Winchester and hoping against hope he hadn’t seen you stare. 

     You cleared your throat, shuffling the newspaper clippings that sat in front of you. “Uh, no, not yet,” you said. Sam’s shoulders slumped a little further, and the disappointment in his eyes grew a little heavier.

     “But,” you said quickly, “I’m not going to stop until I find something. I mean, with the Michael and the End of Times, there’s bound to be reports of some freaky shit in here somewhere!” You tried to sound as upbeat and positive as you could, but even you were starting to feel the strain of chasing non-existent leads.

     Sam sighed and rubbed his bleary eyes with the heels of his palms. “Yeah, okay,” he said, his voice hoarse with exhaustion. “Just keep looking. And report to me ASAP if you find anything.”

     You nodded quickly. “Of course.”

     You watched him walk away, people flocking to him left and right. Barraging him with questions and asking for direction. You knew he was wearing thin, no matter how much he argued. 

     But he wouldn’t listen. Nothing you, Mary, or Cas said made any difference. Sam was determined to be the staunch and protective leader he knew Dean would be proud of.

     You’d offered to take over the delegation of some of the cases, but he’d outright refused. He said he needed you to follow up on leads on Michael. He was desperate to find Dean, and you were the only one he trusted to do it right.

     You rubbed your eyes, the words on the clippings running together into some incoherent splotch of ink. You hadn’t eaten or drunk properly in hours, and you couldn’t remember the last time you’d actually slept. You wanted to help Sam, but you were starting to feel just as worn out, and you didn’t know how much longer you could keep going at this pace.

     “Hey, (Y/N).”

     You looked up to find Maggie. You smiled, smoothing your hair and trying to look more alive and with it than you actually felt. “Oh, hey,” you said. “What’s up?”

     “Sam wants you in the pantry,” she said.

     You frowned. “Are you sure? He’s been really firm that I not leave this spot,” you said. “For anything,” you emphasized.

     She shrugged. “I don’t know,” she said. “All I know is he told me he wants you in the pantry. Said we need to do a thorough inventory of our food and supplies.”

     You glanced around the bustling war room before finding Sam. He was standing in the archway that connected the war room to the library. He was talking to one of the men from the other universe, but his attention was anything but tuned in to what he was saying. He was watching you. Intently. Silently gauging you and your reaction. 

     You turned back to Maggie. “Okay, fine,” you said, pushing back from the table. “But don’t let anyone near these,” you said, gesturing to the clippings and giving her a pointed look. “I’ll be back for them as soon as I’m done with inventory.”

     “You have my word,” she promised with a grin.

     You smiled in return before making your way out of the room and down the hallway that led to the pantry. You sighed in relief as the busyness and loud noises of the other half of the bunker faded behind you. You relished this part of the bunker. You never realized how much you missed the quiet until you found it.  

     You glanced down each diverting corridor, finding nooks and crannies you hadn’t visited in ages. It reminded you of simpler times, before Michael and before you even knew about alternate universes. When you and the Winchesters were just happy to finally have a place to call home.

     You stopped outside one of the bedroom doors. You looked both ways. Finding no one else around, you stood on your tiptoes and felt the top of the doorframe until your fingers found the pantry key. 

     Once satisfied you were still alone, you hurried over to the pantry and unlocked it. It wasn’t that Sam didn’t trust the new group, but there were some he held more confidence in than others. Some of them had been in war so long they hardly knew what it was to be human anymore. And until Sam learned more about them, and they earned his trust a little more, the pantry was to be kept under lock and key. He’d been implicitly clear, with only you, him, Mary, and Cas knowing where the key was located.

     You put the key in your pocket for safe keeping before snatching up a blank sheet of paper and a pencil and making your way to the shelves that sat in the middle of the room.

     You took one look at the supplies and knew you’d need to go on a supply run and soon. You and Sam hadn’t been keeping up on inventory as closely as you normally did, and with the additional mouths to feed, the food had virtually disappeared under your noses. 

     You sighed and pursed your lips. You wrote out categories at the top of the page and drew lines to separate them. Even though it was pointless to even do inventory you’d do it anyway. You needed to get your mind on something else for a bit. Keeping tallies and taking stock of what you had would do the trick. Or at least you hoped so. Maybe then you could go back to scouring the newspaper clippings with a fresh mind.

     You were so engrossed in your work you didn’t hear the approaching footsteps. “How’s it going?” Sam asked. 

     You jumped and nearly dropped the can of beans you were holding. “Holy shit, Sammy!” you exclaimed, whirling around, finding him standing in the open doorway. “You scared me,” you chuckled, placing a hand over your heart.

     Sam gave you a half-smile. “Sorry,” he said.

     “So what time is it?” you asked, turning back to the paper that was nearly filled.

     “A little after 6:30,” he said.

     “Shit!” you snapped. It’d been nearly three hours since you’d come down here! “I’m sorry, Sam. I just lost track of time I guess,” you said apologetically. You sat the paper and pencil on the shelf. “I’ll get back to the clippings ASAP. I can finish this later.”

     You started for the door, but Sam didn’t move when you finally reached it. You looked up at him in confusion.

     “I didn’t come down here for that,” Sam said.

     You frowned. “Then what?” Your eyes widened. “Did something happ…” 

     You never got the chance to finish as Sam took your face in his large palms and planted his lips firmly against yours. You were so caught off guard you barely registered what was happening. Finally logic took over, and you pushed him away, causing him to stumble backwards into the doorframe.

     “What the fuck was that?” you shrieked, wiping your mouth in shock.

     “I… I’m sorry,” Sam stuttered. He pushed away from the door and came to stand in front of you. He reached out, his hand brushing your arm gingerly. “I didn’t mean to get so carried away. It’s just….” 

     He groaned, pulling you firmly into him. You stood stock-still. You weren’t entirely sure what you should say or how you should act. A part of you was elated he had kissed you and that you were now in his arms. But mostly you were just confused. He’d never given you any indication he’d ever had feelings for you beyond friendship.

     “Fuck, (Y/N),” he whispered in your ear. “I’ve thought about you all. Damn. Day.”

     You swallowed and closed your eyes against the butterflies in your stomach. This was just his grief and exhaustion talking. People did crazy shit when they were grief-stricken.

     “I’ve thought about how it would feel to have you in my arms,” he said, drawing you impossibly closer. “And about how soft your skin must be,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on your neck.

     A shaky breath left your mouth, and you fisted your hands into the thick denim of your jeans. You had to keep it together. You knew it was futile, though, as you felt the warmth of arousal travel straight to your nether regions.

     “But mostly I thought about you writhing beneath me as I fucked you good and hard. Just like you deserve,” Sam growled, nipping at your earlobe.

     This time you shuddered, barely able to contain the moan at the back of your throat. You licked your lips and cleared your throat. 

     “Sam,” you said, trying to gather your thoughts. However, you found it nearly impossible. Especially when his hands were roaming your body - kneading your thighs, ghosting your skin. 

     “Sam,” you tried again. “I…uh…I think we should….”

     “Please, (Y/N),” Sam begged. He nuzzled his face against yours, his beard prickling your skin and leaving tingles of desire in their wake. “Need you,” he breathed.

     You leaned back in his arms, looking up into his desperate eyes. Out of all the girls he could’ve been balls deep in by now he’d waited. He’d pined. He’d come to you. That had to mean something. Right?

     You swallowed, studying his face intently. You hoped you weren’t making the biggest mistake of your life. “Okay,” you said with a slight nod.

     Sam’s eyes darkened then, and in one swift movement, he’d slammed the door shut with his boot and locked it. Then he was on you again, your kisses nothing but clashing teeth and dancing tongues.

     He clawed at your clothes, and you fumbled for the button on his jeans as he backed you up, your back hitting the work table in the corner. You pulled away from the kiss, hurriedly unbuttoning your jeans and discarding them and your panties to the side.

     Sam hoisted you up, perching you on the edge of the table. He slid his fingers underneath the hem if your shirt and tugged up, pulling it over your head and adding it to the pile beside him.

     His eyes roamed your body appreciatively before he stepped between your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, holding him close. He trailed kisses along your collarbone and left feather light pecks to the peaks of your breasts peeking from the top of your bra. 

     He pulled back and unbuttoned his jeans, your earlier attempts unsuccessful. They pooled at his ankles before he pushed his boxers down, his erection springing free. You bit your lip and met his self-satisfied smirk. “Like what you see?” he asked.

     You nodded your head slowly, and then you opened your arms, beckoning him back between your legs. He obliged, pulling you to the edge of the table. 

     You gasped as he unexpectedly pushed in, and you gripped his back, leaning your head against his shoulder. “You good?” he asked, stroking your thigh.

     You nodded. “Ye…yeah,” you chuckled. You wrapped your legs around his waist, locking your ankles behind his thighs. 

     You hissed, the slight sting of his member dragging against your walls a painful pleasure as he began to thrust into you, languid and deep. You gripped the back of his neck, fingers weaving into the hair at the base of his skull. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking at your sensitive skin. 

     “Fuck, you feel so good. So tight,” he groaned in your ear. White hot arousal pooled in your stomach at his words, and you moaned as it settled in your core. 

     Sam gripped your thighs, his fingers digging into the flesh. He held you firmly in place as his pace picked up, his tip hitting your sweet spot with every brutal thrust.

     Soft moans, uneven pants, and the sound of skin on skin filled the air, mixing with the heavy scent of sex. A sheen of sweat was building on your brow and upper lip, and Sam’s back was damp as you slid your hands under his shirt. 

     “Fuck, (Y/N),” Sam panted. “I’m close,” he said, gripping your ass and pounding into you impossibly faster and going unfathomably deeper. 

     You scraped your fingers down his back, a moan escaping your lips as the pleasure grew. “M…me, too,” you gasped as your walls started fluttering. Sam reached between you, his thumb finding your swollen clit. He rubbed furiously, the pressure shooting fireworks of ecstasy coursing through your entire body.

     You cried out, your vision blurred, and your hearing grew muffled as the coil snapped. Expletives rolled off Sam’s tongue as your walls clamped down around him. A deep groan rumbled in his chest as his hips faltered and ropes of hot cum coated your walls.

     He gingerly pulled out, your walls tender and fluttering with aftershocks. Sam’s breathing were heavy, his cheeks rosy as he leaned over and took a cloth from one of the shelves. He cleaned himself up before pulling his boxers and jeans back up. 

     He ran his fingers through his damp hair and sent you a half-smile. “Thanks for the distraction,” he said, tossing you the rag. You watched him walk away, closing the door behind him to give you privacy while you cleaned yourself up. 

     Your heart fell and knots of disappointment filled your stomach as you hopped off the table. You pulled your jeans back on, your legs still shaky. You stuffed your ruined panties and the soiled rag into the back pocket of your jeans to deposit into the laundry later, tears stinging the backs of your eyes. Guess it didn’t mean anything after all….

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We Belong

Part 2

Evangeline Bruley returns to Cordonia to take over her families Duchy. She was betrothed to the now King, however he is engaged to Duchess Riley but still has lingering feelings towards his first love. What will happen during her time back in Cordonia?

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Warnings: Swearing, slight smut

*****

Evie woke up the following morning, wondering if her friends were up already. Quickly getting dressed in comfortable gym clothes, she headed downstairs towards the kitchen- even though Drake had offered to make breakfast she felt obliged to do it herself as they were her guests. Coming closer to the door, the aroma from the kitchen smelt delicious. Drake. Shaking her head walking in, her eyes focused straight on to a topless Drake who was making pancakes - enough to feed an army.

“Hey. You do know there’s only five of us right?” Jumping he wasn’t aware of her presence.

“Do you enjoy sneaking up on people? Giving them heart attacks.”

“Well I didn’t expect anyone to be up, it’s still early. This is my home, I’ll finish it off whilst you get dressed. I’m surprised Maxwell isn’t up, he’s usually the walking and talking alarm clock.” Please get a top on Drake, she thought. She had seen all the men topless in the past- but after last night she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

“I’m nearly done anyway. I don’t mind. Well, Hana kept him up most of the night- I don’t think we will see either of them for a while.”

“I might have to hire you as a personal chef. Do you want a coffee?” Drake nodded, placing the food on the island he put his shirt back on after noticing Evie every so often glancing at him. He was also glancing at her, the leggings and crop top that she wore hung onto her body flaunting her assets. Sitting next to him, she passed him the coffee- she always remembered that he like it black with two sugars. Tucking into one of the pancakes, she felt like she was a judge on master chef, with him nervously watching every bite she took- waiting for her critic.

“Oh my god. These are delicious Drake!” Licking her lips, she believed that these were better than sex at this moment in time.

“I’m not totally useless you know.” He smirked, whilst taking a sip of the coffee.

“I never said you was. I could live on these- I thought your forte was s’mores?”

“It is, but I can cook Bruley. Just because I’m ‘a sponger’ doesn’t mean that I sit on my arse doing nothing.”

“You’d be sitting on your arse drinking whiskey all day.” Winking at him, she gave him a playful nudge. Standing up, he decided to use the left over pancake batter as a prank.

“Hey, Lina! Watch out!” Evie turned around, as the batter landed on her shoulder.

“Oh no you just didn’t do that! Really Drake? Pass me some.”

“Do you think I’m that stupid to give you some?”

“My house. My rules. Get running Walker!” Drake hid behind the island, with his secret stash. Knowing exactly where he was, she crept towards him ready to aim.

“Gotcha!” Looking smug with herself, he aimed back- the batter landing in her hair and on her cheek. Feeling guilty, he placed the remainder on the island before turning to face her with his hands in the air. “Okay I think you won that.” She said in a defeated manner. Walking towards her closing the distance- he placed a hand across her waist whilst the other caressed her cheek wiping it off her. “Shame I can’t win everything.” I can never win the girl. “But I’ll accept that victory.”

“A good victory at that. You’re sneaky!” Remaining in that position, neither knew what to do. How did the other feel? They had flirted since she had been back, using sarcasm. He kissed her on the forehead the previous night. Running his hands through her loose curls- the batter was sticking to it. I’m sorry about your hair, he whispered in her ear- feeling his hot breath linger around her neck and his hand still around her waist made her feel weak at the knees. Raising his head back up, she cupped his cheeks- both their chests began to rise in unison.

“Guys! You had a food fight without us!” Maxwell exclaimed, feeling left out. Olivia noticed how intermate the two were before Maxwell opened his mouth- noticing them suddenly left go of each other. Knowing that hers and Bastiens plan was beginning to work- slowly but gradually, she tried to hide the occurring smile that was forming on her face.

After the official statement regarding Liam and Riley’s engagement- Olivia noticed Drake sulk away. There were lingering thoughts in the back of her mind that Drake was also in love with Riley. Following him, he headed up to his room- opening the bottle of whiskey to drown his sorrows. He always knew Riley would choose Liam, why wouldn’t she? He was a king. Regretting having their ‘moments in between’ and releasing his true feelings- he believed that alcohol would numb the pain for the time being.

“Hey! Want some company?” Olivia asked, knowing she had better things to do- they weren’t exactly the best of friends but she did care for him even though she would never admit that.

“I’m fine Liv.” Deciding to request for Bastien to come up, she was sure that someone could cover him for five minutes. Bastien was like a father figure to the walker siblings- they both respected him, in Olivia’s mind he would be the only one to get Drake to open up. The two of them sat in silence waiting for Bastien to arrive- once he did Drake shook his head.

“I’ll leave you gentlemen to it.”

“Drake? Son? What’s the matter?”

“Why do I always fuck up Bast?”

“Why? What’s the matter? Is this to do with Lady Riley?” Drake nodded.

“Listen Drake, I know you have feelings towards Lady Riley. But you will find happiness some day.” Not meaning to sound patronising, he just wanted to help Drake realise that Riley isn’t the only woman in the world.

“Why do I always fall for Liam’s girls? This is the second time it’s happened now. I think I need to leave cordonia.” He slowly spoke, slurring towards the end of the sentence. Evangeline? Surely he means her? Noticing Drake drink the whiskey as if it was water- Bastien was concerned for his welfare.

“Who do you mean Drake?”

“Evie. Lina, I think... she’s ... beautiful... I let her go... now I’ve lost Ri. Evie was my first... crush... I’m never going to... (hiccup) be loved... I’m a nobody.”

“What if Lady or should I say Duchess Evangeline was to return?”

“If she did... it doesn’t matter... she sees me ... as a friend only. Thanks for coming Bast but Li will need you.” Bastien tucked Drake into bed- discretely hiding the remainder of the brown liquid, exiting the room Olivia was waiting with her arms folded.

“So? Is he in love with Riley?”

“None of your business Duchess.”

“No sex until you tell me Bastien!” He knew how demanding she could get when she required information/gossip- he also knew that either way the minute he kissed her neck she would give in.

“Yes hes in love with Riley.. but....”

“But?”

“He was also in love with Lady Evangeline. He’s cursing himself for falling for both of Liam’s ‘girls’...” Deciding to ignore Bastien, she got her phone out- dialling the number she hoped the person would answer.

“Liv?”

“Hey Evie! How are you?”

“I’m fine, why are you ringing me? What’s up?”

“Oh Bastien has spoken to Liam, you have to claim the Duchy and live here.”

“I can run it from London, and just attend events.”

“You’ve finished that stupid degree right?”

“Yeah why?”

“Well then what’s stopping you coming back? It would be a shame to let all your parents hard work go to waste. Liam would probably give it to his new fiancée.”

“Like hell he will. That’s my families Duchy...”

“Oh Evie, there’s something else... Dr- ... I’ve missed ya!”

“Missed ya too. I’ll come back ASAP. Love ya ice queen.” Hanging up, she smirked at Bastien who shook his head.

“They will fall into each other arms, I can bet on it. How long are you off duty for?” Bastien believed she was doing this for her friends, but he also knew how Evie wasn’t interested in Liam- would she also break Drakes heart if Olivia had her way with playing match maker.

“Ten minutes Duchess Olivia.”

“That’s long enough... come on, I want to ride you.”

“So are you two fucking yet?” Evie and Drake both blushed at Olivia’s bluntness- both wondering why she would assume this, they were only friends- friends who were slowly flirting with each other.

“Olivia, we are just friends.”

“Oh really Drake?”

“Yes really.”

“That’s not what you told Bastien.” Evie looked between Olivia and Drake- noticing his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard, she was concerned as he became tense his whole persona changed. Before they all walked into the kitchen he was openly flirting with her- they had become close, too close for friends. That close that their lips were practically brushing.

“Olivia, I don’t know what you are talking about. But we are just friends, as we all are.” Evie reiterated what Drake had previously said, noticing him distance himself from her- she was regretting coming back in the first place.

“Oh Evie, you don’t understand do you? Before Riley came along- this whole love triangle was happening when we was teenagers. What was the words you said to Bastien when you was drunk Drake? ‘Evie. Lina, I think... she’s ... beautiful... I let her go’ .... she asked you to escort her into the ballroom, and then you’re both frolicking around the kitchen. Don’t deny that there isn’t any feelings there.” Evie slowly looked towards Drake, her eyes searching his for confirmation of what Olivia had just confessed.

“I was talking about Riley that night, Liv.” Fuck I’m sorry Evie. Olivia witnessed Evie begin to gradually breath heavy as her face fell. About to open her mouth to respond, Evie interrupted Olivia much to the duchesses annoyance.

“See you’ve obviously got the wrong end of the stick Liv, make yourselves at home. I need to shower- get this pancake mixture out of my hair.” They all watched Evie slowly walk out of the kitchen, before snapping their heads into Olivia’s direction.

“What the fuck Liv?”

“I’m trying to help you Drake. You want the girl but are afraid to express your feelings in case you get rejected like you did with Riley.”

“Liv, you don’t know what I want with my life.”

“Olivia leave him alone, I think we all better leave Evie alone before you cause another shitstorm. I’ll go and let her know.” Maxwell suggested trying to clear the air. Knocking on her door, she opened it immediately.

“Hey.”

“Hey Max, I’m just about to get in. Do you need anything?”

“Erm, we are going to head back to palace- get Olivia out of your hair. How do you feel about what she said? Do you want me to knock her out for you?”

“He was on about Riley, why would I feel anything about it? I was just his crush.”

“What?”

“He confessed last night that I was his teenage crush.”

“Yeah, But.... she said he told Bastien ‘Lina’. That’s your nickname for him and only him- we all call you Evie or Evangeline. A drunk mind speaks the truth.”

“Max, we are friends. Now get out of here before I throw something at ya- see ya soon.” Hugging her, he smiled softly- knowing she was hiding her true feelings, he could see straight through her.

*****

A few hours after she had showered, she felt more alone than ever- this didn’t help as her mind was constantly thinking about Drake on a loop. Confused about how his attitude changed in a split second- anger if he was lying about it really being her. Wondering why he wouldn’t tell her the truth if what Olivia said was true. Hearing a knock at the door, she shot up hoping it was Drake- hoping that he had decided to come and talk to her personally without an audience with prying eyes watching them.

“Liam?” What the fuck does he want?

“Hello, Evangeline.”

“May I help you?”

“Can I come in?” Evie opened the door wider allowing the king to enter- regretting leaving the kitchen as if a bomb had hit it.

“What happened in here?” He scrutinised the room, noticing that it was slightly messy. From memory, he believed that Evie was the cleanest out of the whole friendship group- they also used to suggest that she was OCD, so viewing the view in front of him was a slight shock.

“Ohh, me and Drake had a slight food fight this morning. I haven’t had chance to clean up yet.”

“Evie it’s three o’clock. What have you been doing?”

“Would you believe me if I said I have just been thinking- I didn’t realise it was that late.”

“Thinking about what?”

“Regretting coming back here... I should have just given up the Duchy- carried on with my life. When Olivia informed me that you was potentially going to give it to Riley, I panicked- it belonged to my family. Having to see everyone again, seeing Tariq, Liv causing shit as always... you and Riley hating me... why did I even come back?” Liam furrowed his eyebrows, not really knowing what to say or react.

“Evie I only came today to apologise on Riley’s behalf. I was never going to give her your Duchy. It would be yours for as long as you live.”

“What? It would be mine for the rest of my life?”

“Yes. Even if you decided to run it from wherever in the world you wanted to.”

“That bitch!” Did she lie to me to get me back to split Liam and Riley up? Or was it to do with Drake?

“Excuse me?”

“Liam, can you take me back to the palace with you? I need to talk to Olivia and Drake.”

“I can, but Drake didn’t come back.”

“What? Where is he?”

“His cabin. I can come with you if you’d like?”

“No it’s fine, I’ll drive myself. Apology accepted Li. I’ll see ya soon. I’m sure Riley needs you.”

“Okay, if you need anything let me know.” Kissing her on the cheek, he paused to look at her. Leaning closer, his hot breath lingered against her lips as his forehead touched hers. “I’m here for you Evie. Always.” Before Evie could react, he quickly kissed her on the lips. before leaving to return to the palace.

****

Evie surprisingly remembered the way to the Walkers cabin, it had been nearly a decade since she had last been. During the drive, she had considered turning around- not really knowing why she insisted on seeing him. Turning the engine off, it was as beautiful as she remembered- ambling towards the door, she took a deep breath knowing she was most likely going to be stuttering.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question...”

“I couldn’t return with Olivia, I hate her. I hate her interfering.”

“Even though she’s my best friend, I think I hate her too- she lied to me, a lie that lured me back here. She rung me out of the blue one night, insisting that I had to return because of what I realise now was total bullshit. What she said... was it true? You’re the only one to call me Lina, Bastien wasn’t aware of that nickname as far as I was aware unless you told him.” Seeing his Adam’s apple Bob up and down again, he reached the back of his neck- rubbing it slowly, focusing his gaze towards the floor.

“I... I’m so sorry Bruley.”

“Sorry?” Evie questioned, it didn’t explain if the girl in Olivia’s confession was her or Riley.

“I’m just sorry.” Feeling frustrated she knew she wasn’t going to get a straight answer from him. Shaking her head, she decided to walk away- it was a wasted journey. As she took a step forward, she turned around wrapping her arms around his neck- forcing her lips on to his. Drake felt as if the world had melted away- like with his first kiss with Riley this was one of his fantasies that had become reality. This unexpected gesture made him feel hesitant at first until their kiss became more passionate- their tongues battling against each other. In this moment, their senses have been seduced- making them both not able to think straight. “Evangeline” he whispered slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them- looking at him shocked she had never heard him call her by her Sunday name. Her heart began fluttering at his voice as he cupped his hands on to either side of her cheek. Leaning in for one last peck, she broke away- both of them staring at each other as if it was a silent argument. “I’m so sorry too Drake.” Running to her car, she drove away- hoping he wouldn’t follow her.

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A Generous Donation [8]

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Mulder woke up to music and the scent of coffee, remembering last night and grinning like a madman. "I died and went to heaven," he said to the ceiling and got up. Though his neck and shoulder echoed a little, life still felt pretty good. He pulled a clean tee and jeans from the chest of drawers and headed for the shower. Pans and plates from in the kitchen told him she wasn't going anywhere.

Ten minutes later, he padded downstairs to see the living room straightened and Scully, by the stove in nothing but his yesterdays' t-shirt. Tips of her hair were wet and she swayed to Marley on the stereo. 'Is this love that I'm feeling' "From your mouth to God's ears, Bob," he thought.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, Mulder wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in, moving with her as he kissed her cheek. "Good morning." "Hey, you sleep like a deadman," she breathed, leaning into him as he moved to her neck. "Rarely." Scully chuckled, squirming but not pulling back. "Do you ever shave?" "First Monday after fool moon, otherwise no." "So I'm stuck with a lumberjack," she said then turned and saw his smile ready to land on her mouth. His lips were soft and his hand on her ass felt warm and she forgot the scratchy beard, bending backwards and holding on, because he was just so tall. "I'll shave, right now," he said, breaking the kiss, rocking her to the music. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down. "On second thought, I like my man rugged sometimes." "Yeah? Then how about." Mulder bent his knees and grabbed her waist. "No, wait!" Floor vanished from under her feet and she grabbed his shoulders for balance, laughing, and a second later she was sitting on the counter, next to buttermilk and flour, trapped between his arms. "Pancakes will burn," she warned. "No they won't," he said giving the pan a little stir and cranking down the burner. Then hands framing her cheeks, he kissed her for real, slow and sweet but building as she drew him in.   "There's some frozen bagels in the freezer, if you want," he breathed finally, keeping his forehead pressed against hers. "Cream cheese?" "Obviously." "Didn't find any." "Has to be," he frowned and let go to rummage through the fridge, "I swear I bought it last time." Scully hopped off the table and turned the heat back up under the pan, while around her doors banged open and closed. "There you are! Fraternising with the mayo, huh?" She laughed and he was back, bumping her away from the stove. "These will need a minute," he said loading four bagels into the oven. "You're surprisingly apt in the kitchen." "Well, at some point, I told myself that it's time to stop living like a frat boy and start behaving like a man." He got up and pulled two mugs from the cupboard above the coffee machine. "What kind of man can't feed himself." "An average man." Mulder chuckled filling her mug then handed it to her. "Well, then I'm an alien." "You're a role model," she took the mug and watched him take a sip. "Damn, you make a fine cup of coffee," he grinned, pecked her cheek and went to get the paper.

"So this is what you do," she said looking at the book in her hands. "It's a hobby." "Nine hundred pages, quite an extensive hobby, "I Want To Believe. A Psychologist's Take." "Yeah, it's kind of hard, to put it all in one book and still do the subject justice." "What is it about?" "People's stories mostly, self-proclaimed alien abductees, cryptozoologists, conspiracy theorists, your average outcast." "And the psychologist's take?" "I wanted to give these people some background, explain why they need to believe what they believe in, why the world dismisses and ridicules them, how it affects their lives and why they keep doing it anyway. Some of them are dreamers, some are scared for their lives and some went through things so bizarre that it's almost impossible to imagine, unless you're Steven Spielberg, on crack." "This is the book Will was raving about all summer." "Must have found a copy at the library." "Can I borrow it?" "Keep it, I've got a box of them in the basement." "I bet you give a copy to every girlfriend." "No," he chuckled, "not really." She folded herself beside him on the couch and he took the book from her, opening it on the fist page and signing it with a flourish before giving it back. Scully glanced at the inscription. "Hey, it says William, I thought it was for me." "You get the author," he smiled and pulled her legs over his lap, toppling them over, mouth on hers again. "I really should be going," she said a good while later, flushed and warm, tangled with him in the cramped space, again. "Will needs his mom," he agreed, doing absolutely nothing to let go. "My mom," Scully whined and hid her face in his chest. "She always goes to see him after church, and she'll be there today and nag me about the foundation thing." "What foundation thing." "She wants me to look for a donor through a foundation, and what she means by it, is that we should pay someone off and get Will bumped up the waiting list." "Is that even legal?" "No, but that's my mom for you, lie, cheat and steal for those she loves." "You blame her?" "No, but I don't want to think about it, unless I have absolutely no other choice." "Let me know if I can help." "You already helped," he mumbled into his tee, pulling him closer and his arms tightened around her, solid and undemanding. "You're easy to please." Scully laughed and made herself let go. "Okay, time to face the day." "You go girl." He said and sat up with her. He watched her gather her things, pull on her boots and stash the book in her bag. "The dish, hold on." He went to the kitchen and met her at the door. "Thank you for dinner, and breakfast," he said leaning in to kiss her gently, "and everything in between." "We should do it again sometime." "I have these papers to grade," "And I have to face my mom and see my son," "But tonight," "Eight o'clock?" "Your place." "My place." "I'll bring food." "Good man." She smiled, climbing on tiptoes to kiss him one last time, at least for now.

She had a nice lunch with Will, who was thrilled about the book, stroking its' glossy sleeve and the UFO hovering above the trees on it. "It's sold out everywhere, how did you get it?" "Had to pull some strings." "I bet you did," Will grinned wickedly and pulled on the collar on her shirt, revealing a bright pink bruise on her skin. "You're too young to know about that." She said, feeling the blush creep in as she swatted his hand aside. "About what?" Will smiled and the smile changed before her eyes. She knew them all, grins and smirks and beams and pouts, but now, with that wicked glint in his eye. "It's signed!" He exclaimed, before she could pin the thought down. "C'mon, he's your professor." "I couldn't ask for an autograph, that's embarrassing." "Well, good thing your mother isn't as proud." "I have the best mom," he said in a sing-song voice, hugging her tight for a brief second. "Now leave me, I want to read this." "You're crazy," she laughed. "Yup," Will grinned and opened the book and began to read.

Mulder showed up at 8, with a bag of Thai takeout and a six-pack of Shiner. "Damn, you're hot," she said, pulling him inside and straight into her arms, feeling him fumble with the bags and not giving a damn. "And you shaved," she grinned a moment later. "Well, you asked so nicely," he said and pulled her back in. "Okay, food first," she laughed surfacing and pushing him away, uselessly. "Hmmm, I dunno," Mulder mused, hands starting to roam. "You trust me?" "Yeah," "Then food first." He sighed, keeping her in his arms. "Fine, how's Will?" "He's fine, loved the book." "Happy to hear that." He stole a kiss and only then let her go. "And he's totally onto us," she said, taking the bag from him. Mulder chuckled, shrugging out off his jacket and following her into the kitchen. "Smart kid."

"How did this happen?" Scully mused stretched out on Mulders' chest, stomach full and every fibre of her body relaxed. "What happened?" "I know that my life may fall apart, that my son is in a hospital, hooked up to an IV, fighting for his life," she said, laying down her head on his shoulder, "but you make it all bearable, for the first time in weeks, I don't feel like I'm drowning." "I live to serve," he whispered, stroking her hair. "You'll get through this, both of you." "Can you promise me that?" "No, but I can help you believe." He said, completely honest and it was exactly what she needed to hear. "Will you stay tonight?" "I've got class at 10." "And I need to be at the hospital around 9." "So, what are we going to do with all that time?" "We'll think of something," she said and puled herself up to reach his mouth. Her last thought was that, between him and Will, she might need a longer couch.

The next morning, Scully sat in her car, waving Mulder goodbye as he drove off, when her phone pinged with an email notification.

From: W.Skinner@transplantation.bostongen.com To: D.Scully@neurology.bostongen.com Subject: URGENT good news Dr. Scully We need to talk. Meet me ASAP. Walter

She pulled out from the parking spot and all but stomped on the gas pedal.