#you get to see me screwing around with lighting for a whole minute

[ra1ny-daze]

bonus saint speedpaint

[princessbrunette]

mascot!jj had charmed you.

he had handed you the party invite whilst wearing the full mascot get up, sweaty hair stuck to his head, cheeks flushed post game, tongue wetting his lips. jj was an odd one, the rules were different at college. you can be a dork, a mascot for the sports team — but if you were likeable, charming, and cute — you’d still get invited places.

“better see you there, i’m like, so serious.” he’d grinned when he placed the flier in your hand, eyes lingering before he runs off to hand out more.

now there you were, watching him be a social butterfly — shyly stood at his side with a tight dress on. it was nice to see him without the big mascot costume, now stood there — looking alot less sweaty, the college sweatshirt on, a cap sat snugly backwards on his head. you already knew he was cute and charming, but tonight you were seeing him in a different light. the type that made you down your drink a lot quicker, needing that buzz of confidence.

you were aware of rafe’s presence at this party, and that he wanted you — so naturally he wasn’t very happy about seeing you lingering around jj the whole night. the cameron boy was already pretty gone by the time you’d turned up, so it was hard to keep his attention for too long anyway — rafe getting sucked into beer pong with the boys or worse, disappearing to the bathroom and reappearing fifteen minutes later sniffing and playing with his nose. he’d give you a sweaty five minutes, grinding up behind you on the dance floor before running off to force his friends to ‘chug.’

but you had jj’s attention. he didn’t miss a beat.

when it came to passing around a joint, he practically smacked it out of his friends hand to grab at it.

“dude, seriously — y’gotta offer it to the lady first. where are your manners? like…” he scolds, shaking his head before holding it up with raised brows. “care for some greens m’lady?” he presents, making you giggle. you lower your voice, a little embarrassed.

“i’ve never done that before.”

he’s quick, eyes widening and jerking his hand away. “oh— forget it then. it’s gone. s’totally cool we don’t gotta—”

“wait— no i… i wanna try… with you.” you bring your hands to a clasp on your lap, lifting your shoulders shyly as if to bat away the eyes on your interaction, and you physically watch him melt. not only in relief, but in adoration.

“wh— really? don’t feel like you have to. i’m cool either way.”

you take two tokes and you’re done, and jj is indeed cool with it. chuckling as he takes it away from you, he brings it to his own mouth, inhaling before blowing away from you and standing up. “y’know what? sometimes two is like, more than enough. gettin’ you some water ‘kay, two secs.”

you’re all warm and hazy as you watch him walk away, grinning ear to ear as you don’t even acknowledge rafe shoulder checking him as they pass eachother, saying something you don’t hear. jj flips him off as he walks on, and that’s that. you’ve never had two guys fight over you before, and though usually you hate the attention being on you, even when you’re up dancing on that field— you couldn’t help but feel some arousal stirring inside you. it was nice to feel wanted.

maybe that’s why you downed your drink, why that shyness started to drain your body, why you ended up in some sorority chicks walk in closet, practically climbing jj maybank as you frantically overlap tongues.

you can’t believe the words flying from your mouth as you pant wetly in his ear, so beside yourself you couldn’t believe it. his hand is stuffed down your panties, jaw dropping when he really acknowledges how soaked you are. “wanna— wanna suck you off, jayj.” you moan, and even in the moment you know you sound like a desperate pornstar. jj physically shudders, eyes screwing shut like he could cum right there.

“you— okay— i mean there’s no way like you’re impossibly hot and should be seriously like… not interested in me dude — sorry not dude, you’re not a— whatever, lemme make you cum— see how ya feel after.”

he shakes his head at his own rambling, dropping a quick kiss to your cheek when you freeze to listen to him with wide glossy eyes, biting his lip and scrunching his nose in concentration as he extends his arm a little more, trying to find that spot. surprisingly, it seemed like he’d done this quite a few times before. if you weren’t so aroused, your stomach might’ve twisted in jealousy.

he sinks his middle finger inside you, and extends his thumb to dust little circles over your clit and your knees buckle, jaw dropping. he supports more of your weight, nodding knowingly. “yup. theeere it is. alright, lemme get you right mama.”

and that he did.

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Hawkeye 2.0

Summary: With great power comes great responsibility.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x female!reader

Warnings: injuries

Word count: 1106

a/n: the last iconic trope challenge (part 2) fic, hurt/comfort! Let’s pretend it didn’t take me ages to finish this please and thank you

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @natashamaximoff69 @scarsw1fe

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Y/N would always tell Kate her becoming the new Hawkeye didn’t bother her, except that wasn’t really the truth. She loved whatever her girlfriend loved, and if saving people was something she wants to do full time, Y/N would always have her back. However, she hated worrying about her every time she walked out of the door. And she hated seeing her hurt every time she walked back inside.

But, she knew what she signed up for, so she’d deal with it.

It’s already two in the night and Y/N is still awake, pacing Kate’s living room from one wall to the other, her hands mechanically touching them softly before she turns around.

Kate left hours ago and still hasn’t come back, not that she has fixed hours as an Avenger, but she doesn’t usually take this long, even she goes out to fight bad guys.

The news channel is on the television, her eyes glance at it every so often. It’s on mute, Y/N couldn’t bear hearing if something had gone wrong with the Avemgers’ mission, but she also doesn’t want to miss out on anything. The only sounds in the house are the clocks ticking out of sync, and Y/N’s soft footsteps.

Her head snaps towards the door with a flinch when the familiar sound of key opening the door fills the apartment.

She lets out a relieved sigh, immediately making her way to the door, practically forcing it open. “Baby.” Y/N gasps. Her relief turns into worry and care when she sees the state Kate is in. Her body is hunched over, face littered with cuts and bruises, and she is holding onto her side tightly. Still she gives her a smile.

“Hey.” Kate whispers, limping into the living room couch with Y/N’s help.

Y/N turns off the television and puts on a proper light to see the extent of the injuries. “What happened?” Her brows are furrowed and the corners of her mouth are downturned. She gets the med kit before kneeling down next to Kate, starting to take off her suit.

“I’m sorry I’m late.” Kate mumbles. Her eyes are screwed shut as Y/N moves her body around to undress her. “The mission wasn’t exactly successful.”

Y/N hums. She has to blink multiple times to push away the tears threatening to fall. She doesn’t want to cry in front of injured Kate, this moment is about helping her.

A silence falls over the two of them while Y/N patches up any opens cuts and wounds on Kate’s body. Sometimes she lets out a wince or a groan at a particularly painful wound, but otherwise she feels too tired to talk.

After twenty long minutes, Y/N sets the med kit aside, now just looking at Kate. She can see the subtle tremble of her lower lip, the way she is pressing her nails against her palms, and the tension on her face.

“It’s okay.” She whispers, setting a gentle hand on Kate’s cheek. “You don’t have to be so strong all the time.”

Quiet tears start falling down her cheeks as Kate opens her eyes to look at Y/N. She leans against her palm. “What if I’m normal cut out to do this?” Her voice wavers, cracking at the end of the sentence.

“You are.” Y/N sets both of her hands on Kate’s cheeks, her thumbs rubbing them.

“But today was so bad. I really messed up, I endangered the whole mission.”

A frown falls to Y/N’s face. She’s worried. What if Kate isn’t cut out for this? What if one day, she doesn’t come home? “You can’t be perfect on every mission.” She tries to push the thoughts away. “None of the Avengers can. They all have made mistakes, but have you ever blamed them for it?”

Kate shakes her head. “But I’m new. I have to prove my worth.”

“If you have to prove your worth by going to missions until you’ve too exhausted to even get to the bed afterwards, it’s not worth it.” Y/N’s words turn shaky as she tightens her hold on Kate just the slightest. “You’re so good at what you do. And even if I-“ she sniffles, blinking again to keep the tears at bay, “even if I sometimes hate what you do, you shouldn’t worry about impressing them. Because that’s when you get careless and get hurt. You need to focus on helping people, because that’s what you love.”

A steady stream of tears keep falling out of Kate’s eyes as she listens to Y/N words and her tone. The worry is so clear it makes her feel guilty for being the reason for it. She leans her head against Y/N’s shoulder, making the other woman wrap her arms around her tightly.

“You’ll tell me what happened tomorrow, okay? We’ll talk it through. But now you need to sleep, Kate.” Her voice is quiet. “Please, let’s go to sleep.”

Kate nods, pulling away and standing up with Y/N’s help. They walk to the bedroom slowly, and she gets lowered to the bed.

Y/N goes to the closet, getting clean pajamas for them both. She does most of the work while changing Kate into them, but she doesn’t mind, she loves helping Kate in any way she can.

“I’m sorry.” Kat whispers, looking up at Y/N. “I don’t want to make you worried.”

“No, no.” Y/N kisses her forehead and cheeks, the remaining tears wetting her lips. “It’s not your fault. I’m always going to worry about you, no matter what, because I love you. But I also want you to be happy, that’s the most important thing.”

“I’ll ask for a couple days off.”

A surge of happiness goes through Y/N’s body. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” Kate moves to lay down under the covers, pulling Y/N down next to her. “I’ve been working hard. Too hard, I think. I want to spend more time with you.”

Y/N lays down next to Kate, carefully cuddling into her. She closes her eyes and nuzzles her face into the crook of her neck. “Thank you.”

Kate wraps her arms around Y/N. Her movements are slow, but the injuries won’t stop her from holding her girl. “You’re the most important thing to me.” She whispers. “And I will always come home to you.”

“I know.” Though the doubt still lures in the back of Y/N’s mind, she does a conscious effort to trust Kate’s words.

She’ll always come home to her.

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Birthday Blues

A/n: Happy birthday @actuallysaiyan! Remember Nanami would never forget your birthday and he will try his hardest to make it special.

Nanami is panicking as he talks to the restaurant hostess.

“But I don’t understand - I made the reservations a month ago. How could you have overbooked? Is there no way to get a table for tonight?”

The hostess apologizes and offers to rebook him for next weekend. He sighs, defeated. “Go ahead.” He hangs up and runs his fingers through his disheveled hair.

The whole day had been one disaster after another. He had a gift but the cake he’d ordered was the wrong flavor, a mix-up the baker had apologized profusely for, the flowers he’d sent had been delivered to the wrong address, and dinner, booked at an incredibly upscale restaurant nearly a month ago, was ruined. It was the first birthday after you had been dating for a few months and he’d been under a lot of pressure to make the night memorable. 

He sighed, the tie feeling like a noose around his throat. You were due to come over any minute now. He felt a little despair fall over him; all he wanted was to make your birthday special, to show you how much you had come to mean to him during this time, and it had all fallen apart within a matter of hours. He felt like a failure; what sort of boyfriend screws up his girlfriend’s birthday this badly?

The doorbell chimes merrily, announcing your arrival. Knowing there was no way out of this, he opens the door and sees lovely you, all soft smiles and glowy eyes. 

“Everything ok?” you ask him as you step over the threshold, noting the way his brows were knit together and the little lines around his eyes looking more deeper than you’d ever seen them in these last few months. 

“Yeah.” Swallowing, he leads you to the couch and seats you before settling next to you. He takes your hands, wondering what to say.

“Kento?” you prompt him.

“Y/n…you know how much you mean to me right?” 

Your cheeks pinken and your grip his hands tighter. “Of course. You show it in so many ways.”

He feels his heart clench and with a sigh he admits the catastrophes of the day. “I wanted this day to be so special. To spoil you and make it memorable.” He swallows before continuing. “I had a reservation for us, but there was an issue with the restaurant  and they couldn’t get us in tonight. The baker got the wrong cake flavor. It’s just a whole lot of stuff gone wrong.”

The guilt in his eyes makes your heart melt. You knew him well enough to know this was eating him alive. 

“Kento.” You kiss his cheek, much to his surprise. “It’s ok. I don’t need a fancy dinner or anything like that. I just enjoy being able to spend time with you. And the fact that you took the day off today to ensure that you could be with me, that’s incredibly special.”

He lets go of the breath he wasn’t aware he was holding in. “Are you sure? I feel so bad. Your first birthday after we got together and it’s all ruined…”

“It’s not ruined at all.” You reassure him and pull him into a hug. “Let’s get dinner from another place.”

Relief washes over him. “Tacos?” he asks with a weary smile, and you laugh because they were your favorite.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

AFTER:

You hold up the gift he’d gotten you, eyes as wide as dinner plates. 

“Kento! This is too much!”

The lovely gold necklace and pendant glitter under the light.

“How could you possibly think this birthday was ruined when you got me this?!”

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[willyoubemycherryy]

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“Touchin’ me, telling me ‘we gotta go’ but this time I need to feel you…”

♡︎.

.♡︎

There’s something about him.

You’ve been noticing this something ever since he fuckedyoutillyousawstars persuaded you to give him all the babies he wants– before, you considered yourself possibly tall, but Bucky is taller; not only that, but he’s much broader than you, his shoulders remind you of mountain ranges and his body is solid, hard, and warm. Your body is caught between that body and the inside of your bedroom door, John’s handsome face tantalisingly close to yours. So close, in fact, that you can see the little flecks of olive green in Bucky’s deep blue irises, and the way his pupils dilate; you can see each crease in his full lower lip, the shadow of stubble on his jaw, the delicate wisps of hair on his forehead…

It almost felt like you couldn’t get pregnant fast enough.

You fist your hands in the front of his shirt, dragging him down to crush your lips together in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. Bucky wastes no time forcing his tongue past your teeth, pushing the your own tongue further back into your mouth as you moan, dutifully sucking the appendage into your mouth and letting your teeth graze over it. It’s obscene, really, with the way your practically fellating Bucky’s tongue. It’s also obscene how not a few minutes ago you were begging him for this exact moment.

Purring so sweetly in his ear all the ways he could take you, knock you up, that you were ovulating fucking Christ…

“Cmon baby, don’t you wanna make me a mommy? See my tits nice and heavy with milk for our baby?” And that’s all he heard before lust took over.

Bucky’s huge hands plunge up under your top, curling around the line of your waist and pulling you so close your bodies are flush against each other. Gasping, John’s thigh bullies its way between your legs. You don’t bother to stop yourself from grinding down against it, panties growing sticky as your stomach warms. Your heartbeat pulses loudly in your ears and throbs between your legs, your mind running away with ideas about how good he could breed you with what’s nestled between his legs and decide to play dirty.

“Please,” you coo, nibbling down on Bucky’s earlobe; the man jerks against you at the light sting, and his cock jumps in his pants as you roll your hips to meet the other’s. “S’what you want right? Let me make you a daddy, wanna be so full of you-”

“Turn around, bend over.”

You don’t want to tear yourself away from John, from his kisses, out of those strong arms – but you do, because you know that what’s coming will be so much better. You brace your hands on the door, arching your back and sticking out your ass clad only in panties, a dark stain spreading over the material from where you’d begun to grow wet. John rumbles in satisfaction from behind you, one hand pushing down your panties and the other pulling down his own trousers to release his thick, flushed cock from its confines. You glance back over your shoulder and his whole body shivers, from your scalp right to your toes, at the sight of it. It’s fat and heavy and huge, wrapped with dark veins that you suddenly very much want in your mouth. You push your ass out more, spreading your thighs and whining, practically humping the air in desperation.

John has to think straight enough for the both of you as you’re smaller than him and he doesn’t want to knock all your screws loose. “Bunny, I need to stre-“ you cut him off the pure want in your voice nearly blinding him.

“Hurry up, please, what you need to do is–,” you break off with a shuddering gasp as Bucky lines up his cock to your entrance and pushes, sliding his slick, fat cock in one stroke. His fingers are bruising against your hips, holding you in place as he tries to stuff in a few more inches. The head of his cock forces its way past the ridge of your hole, stretching it out, soon hitting the hard line of your cervix. The sound that falls from your pretty lips when Bucky’s cockhead kisses your cervix is barely human; it’s high, keening and wanting.

Bucky himself is curled over your body, trying his best to swallow down the immediate urge to ragdoll you. Soaking walls clench tight and hot and hungry around him, drawing sweat to the surface of his skin and causing each muscle in his body to tighten.

“Jesus bunny-!,” John manages to push out between clenched teeth, his eyes riveted on where your bodies are joined as he pulls out. The shaft of his cock is slick with your juices, those succulent folds glowing and swollen and clinging to his cock as though they don’t want to let him go. He pulls out just until the head rests inside your cunt, and then he slams back in, right to the base. His balls slap unforgivingly against your engorged clit and his little minx shudders again, humping your hips back impatiently.

“Fuckmefuckme, God, my pussy needs you so bad,” you gasp out. Legs shaking already, threatening to give out from underneath you; in fact you suspect you would have already fallen had it not been for Bucky’s hands elevating your hips.

“She doesn’t want to let me go,” John groans, body curling over yours as he picks up the pace. “Don’t worry, let me do all the work…I’ll give you what you want.”

You whine and spread your legs further, allowing his cock to pound even deeper into you, splitting apart the sensitive flesh of your pussy and hammering against your womb, pushing time and time again over the sensitive bundle of nerves nestled deep inside you. The bedroom fills obscene sounds: your desperate moaning, the slapping of skin on skin, the squelch of your cunt as Bucky plunges into it. He bites down hard into your shoulder, his hands leaving your hips and moving instead to crawl up your chest, taking two swollen nipples between his fingers and rolling them.

“F-fuck, Buck, n-not – ahn,” you, despite your protest, push your chest further into Bucky’s large, rough hands. You feel smothered, suffocated by him, so surrounded by his scent and his warmth. You’ve been invaded by him. You love it.

John tugs hard on your tits, his fingernails digging into the soft flesh. As he does, your pussy constricts around him and he groans, huffing into the nape of your neck.

“I need you to cum in me,” you whisper deliriously, face flushed and sweaty. “Cum in me, please –,”

Your pussy seems to drool even more at the thought, juices dripping down to the wooden floor you he thrust your hips back to meet John’s bruising thrusts.

“…mhmm, gonna put a baby in you,” John purrs, the thought making him almost feral, bringing him back to his most primal instincts. “Gonna fuck my baby into you, pretty… I want to see you swollen for me, fat with my child…” Then you would really be his, solely and completely, in body and mind and soul as you two would raise the beautiful result of your union. He fucks into you even more brutally, his hand dropping to your soft hips and working furiously at your swollen, raw clit.

At the new touch your back bows and you wail, the sound muffled only by the fingers Bucky shoves in your mouth.

“Do it,” you slur around the your husbands fingers as you suck at them, drooling. His thick fingers probe to the back of your tongue, taking it between them and rubbing it; your big eyes fill with overwhelmed tears and you shut them, giving your over completely to his pleasure. “Give me your babies, do it – oh – I’m so close, daddy –,”

“Cum,” John breathes hot in you ear, teeth closing down on the delicate whorl. “Squirt all over my cock mama.”

That’ll do it.

You cry out against Bucky’s fingers, hips humping wildly up and down his cock. Your body forces itself as far back as it can, bringing as much of Bucky’s cum inside as possible. Your thighs shake violently, one foot lifting off the floor completely as your orgasm wracks through you, eyes flickering back into your skull and you stop hearing. Drool dribbles down your chin, landing in fat drops on the floor as you lap at the fingers in your mouth between wails; your dripping, cunt gushing around the delicious stretch, sucking Bucky’s cock in as far as you can.

John grits his teeth hard, his thrusts growing erratic and messy as he climbs quickly towards his climax. He cums with thunder rolling through his skull, burying himself in the wet mushy heat of your cunt, his balls tightening as he releases load after load after load as deep inside you. His thumb, moving in trembling circles over your clit, sends you into a pretty, twitching, overstimulated mess.

His fingers drop from your mouth, slick and dripping, picking your limp body to the bed and dropping in an exhausted heap.

He’d ask if you needed anything but your already crawling on top of him, legs settling around his waist as you make yourself welcome at Ah La Hotel Egan.

You mumble out baby names as you try to stay awake, swearing you only “need a break, no nap” and John just watches you fondly, gaze full of tenderness.

“…better not get tired old man”, the irony of the yawn that follows makes him laugh, amused. Little did he know, when your twin girls are born, he’ll officially be outnumbered.

“I’ll do my best”.

♡︎ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏʟʟᴀʀ 😌

[the-writer-arrived]

At Your Service, Master

Synopsis: you stand in front of your lover in a rather... unexpected outfit. how does he react?

Character: diluc ragnvindr.

Warnings: afab!fem!reader; not full on smut, but borderlining it LMAO; established relationship (marriage).

A/N: another diluc brainrot provided by a certain friend of mine. i might make another version of this for wriothesley, but idk.

<<This work has adult themes and is not suitable for minors. If you click on read more, I am not responsable for any discomfort you may feel reading this. You have been warned.>>

You have no idea how long you've been staring at the door of Diluc's office, but it's probably been quite a lot time already.

You're torn between grasping at the earlier boldness that made you wear this skimpy outfit or letting the embarrasment consume you and give up on this whole 'seducing my husband to make him pay attention to me' plan.

Honestly, you've never once imagined yourself wearing something so revealing like this: the top hugs your figure perfectly, but it barely covers your chest with such a low cut; the skirt? The tiniest piece of cloth you've ever seen! In what world would that be considered a 'maid' outfit?!

You try not to think too much about the knowing wink Adelinde sent you when she gave you the package, and then basically banned everyone from being around Master Diluc's office for the rest of the day.

...

'Screw it, I already got this far.'

You knock on the door, gathering as much courage as possible, before you step inside the room.

Inside, you see your beloved husband, who you haven't seen in a good while despite living under the same roof and sharing the same bed. His complexion bears clear signs of fatigue and stress, which you fear he may been neglecting his well-being.

"Leave the documents at the pile over there, Elzer. I shall take a look at them in a minute."

The tiredness is also present in his voice and the way his eyes don't leave the papers before him.

"I didn't come here to deliver documents, though."

If you weren't so nervous, you would have laughed at the myriad of emotions your lover expressed in less than a second. The deep frown faded the moment he recognized your melodic voice, empty gaze lighting up like the stars and the warm smile growing on his lips freeze in place when he finally looks at you.

Knowing how shy the man can be, especially regarding his beatiful wife, you were certain Diluc would be red as a tomato when you show up in front of him, in an outfit far more revealing than anything you've wore before. Much to your surprise, however, he isn't. In fact, he's staring so intensely at you that you begin to second guess if that was a good idea.

Before you could say anything, your husband gets up from his seat, taking slow steps towards your form. His red eyes roam your body from head to toe, taking in every single detail (including the way your breathing seems quicker than normal and that delightful blush on your cheeks).

He stops behind you, his hands itching to touch the most valuable treasure in his life, but not before asking for your permission. He leans close, so very close to your ear that you can't help but shiver at the feeling of his breath and the sound of his voice (which is slightly shaky, as if he's trying desperately to hold himself back from pouncing on his beloved).

"May I touch you, my love?"

You swallow your nervousness, licking your dry lips before you quietly speak the words that you're sure will flip his switch.

"You may do whatever you want with me, Master."

With a curse word under his breath, Diluc's lips latch on your neck, strong arms pulling your body against his.

Did you change your perfume or has it been that long that he doesn't even recall your scent? Regardless of which is the truth, right here, right now, his focus is solely on you, you, you.

Your scent, your warmth, your softness, by the archons, he has missed you so much.

You're glad to be in your husband's hold, otherwise your shaky legs wouldn't be able to keep you upright for long.

His lips leaving hickeys that won't be easily covered, his right hand massaging your breast while his left one travels to between your thighs, a finger rubbing your pussy through your damp panties...

It's too much, far too much. But also not nearly enough.

Diluc groans, hiding his face further into your neck, when he feels your rear rubbing on his clothed erection, which only causes you to moan more.

"...Tell me you're free for the rest of the day."

He holds your chin to make you look at him and his state leaves you even wetter: pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted, hair messed up from your hand playing with it... Fuck, you need this man right now.

"Yes... I'm at your service for the whole day, Master Diluc..."

Your words barely leave your mouth and you're suddenly being carried to the office's couch, your kind master ready to reward his new maid.

(Despite the door not being locked, no one at the Dawn Winery dares to interrupt the very important and much needed private time of their Mr. & Mrs. Ragnvindr...)

(Although some servants create bets if they will soon hear news of their lady having an heir after today).

thanks for reading <3 likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated <3

heart divider made by @/cafekitsune

red diluc banner (smut) made by @/the-writer-arrived aka yours truly ;)

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Hi 👋😁 I love the request you did for me with “Too Sweet” and there’s another song that I definitely feel like it’s Eddie called “Your Stupid Face”, I recommend it, and I was wondering if you could do a one-shot or maybe even a two-parter based on that song? Here’s a link to have a listen to it if you want so you know what I mean.

Request by @randomreader1999

♥️💌

God, you hate Eddie Munson and his stupid face.

He has doe eyes. And you're not gazing at him all love-struck or anything, (okay you totally are) but that's not the point, the point is you've always noticed that Eddie had pretty eyes but they've never made you feel this entranced before.

He's gonna notice you're gawking at him idiot you tell yourself and shit, that would be mortifying if he did notice. Fortunately, he's too wrapped up in taking to the rest of Hellfire, his hands gesticulating widely as he teases the rest of the group with what's coming up.

If Eddie did notice you staring then it would be bad, humiliation on a grand scale because you and Eddie? You absolutely do not get on. In fact, for a year you hated his stupid face, his overdramatic expressions and gestures, and the way he seemed to know how to push your buttons.

It had taken you a while to realise that you liked Eddie, and his stupidly handsome face and over-the-top gestures. That was something you refused to admit though as the two of you were like chalk and cheese at the best of times.

He had grown on you, like a fungus as Robin so unhelpfully pointed out.

When he wasn't around you were reminded of him constantly, all his little quirks. The minute you see him again it's like your whole body lights up. It was highly embarrassing.

You were taking that secret to your grave, there was no way that anyone was finding out how much you went all love-struck over Eddie freaking Munson.

💌

Eddie hated you and your stupid face. Okay, that was a lie, at least it had been for the last month or so. Annoyingly Eddie couldn't stop thinking of you and that was horrifying in itself. The two of you were complete opposites, went together like oil and water.

Or at least so Eddie thought. Turns out you had a sweet side, you were beautiful and feisty and sarcastic and Eddie liked all of that.

He also liked arguing with you and seeing your eyes burn with annoyance, the need to one-up him and get the last word. It really turned Eddie on if he was being honest, Jesus H Christ he was so screwed.

The rest of Hellfire took the piss out of him about it, Dustin and Gareth had clocked that Eddie liked you way before Eddie did. Though it might have been obvious because both of you couldn't stay away from each other.

When Eddie wasn't around you, he felt lost. He didn't like feeling like that. You obviously had more effect on him than he realised. Even his Uncle Wayne had noticed the tension between the two of you and that knowing smirk wouldn't leave his face for weeks.

"Boy, you got a crush on that girl or something? Could have sworn your cheeks went red just now"

Nope, nope. He was not letting his uncle tease him about that. It was bad enough that he was attracted to you in the first place, he didn't need all of Hellfire, Uncle Wayne and even that band kid Robin teasing him now.

His best bet was to avoid you until this crush went away. (Although if he was being honest he doubted that would be anytime soon)

...♥️

Fuck, you and Eddie had kissed. One minute the two of you were in some argument then the next minute the two of you were kissing.

It was a stupid argument. To be honest you couldn't remember what it was about. Just that Eddie was as dramatic as usual and you thought he was annoying and hot in equal measure.

Also, he had been avoiding you and that didn't help your traitor heart that ached when he wasn't around.

Then during the argument, he said something stupid and that caused you to rant at him, midway through your rant you noticed the awed look on Eddie's face and the argument died in your throat.

"You know you're beautiful when you're all bossy and shit?" That was the catalyst for the kiss the two of you shared. A hot, messy, perfect kiss.

And now he was avoiding you and you were sure it was because he regretted kissing you.

So as usual you traded insults and hated the bone-deep hurt that nestled inside of you when Eddie insulted you right back.

Maybe he really did hate you? you had fucked up by continuing the kiss that was just a mistake on his end.

God you hated him and his stupidly perfect face.

...

All you wanted was five minutes of peace. Just some time to yourself to process this strange week you've been having.

Of course, Eddie would never let you away with not seeing his dopey face for longer than a few minutes, he walks up to you and you feel tense, was he here to yell at you or use more barbed insults to hurt you?.

Maybe you should have picked a better spot to have some time to yourself than in the woods. Isn't this where he did most of his dealings and stuff?

You're braced for some form of an argument but soften when you notice how gentle his gaze is while on you.

"Why are you here Eddie?" You sigh and look up at the face you've grown to love, really love.

"I've been an asshole. Avoiding you and avoiding talking about the kiss, acting like it meant nothing when it meant everything, I've never felt like this before and it's scary sweetheart, especially because I've spent so long denying my feelings and thinking I hated you"

Oh well shit. You weren't expecting this.

"I haven't been a saint either, I've been burying my feelings and trying to go back to normal and insulting you when all I really wanted to do was kiss your annoyingly gorgeous stupid face" he smiles at that part. "And maybe even date you" you tack on at the end.

He gapes incredulous. "You still wanna date me?" he sounds so surprised that you snort, stand up and lace you're fingers through his.

"Eh, maybe I'm an idiot or something for agreeing to this but I get that you were scared Eddie. I've never felt like this either but I want to explore this, be with you, with the rule that we actually talk to each other about our feelings instead of avoiding them". Suddenly Eddie's grinning and he takes your free hand and kisses it, like a perfect gentleman.

"Request granted my lovely maiden" You roll your eyes but secretly like how sweet he is and kiss him gently.

"Come on Eddie, you owe me a milkshake or two"

And if Eddie followed you like a love-sick puppy afterwards well then that was something he would not repeat to anyone, he had a reputation to uphold after all.

Between the two of you though he admitted he missed you and your stupidly perfect face.

♥️

[mushm00nsblog]

[NOT PROOFREAD]

You were home alone with your toddler, the terrible twos settling in as your baby stomps around destroying you and LYNEYS home- the house of you and your husbands dreams that you both worked so hard to call it your own.

Your patience was evaporating, and to top it all off, the baby gate you’d been working on building turned out wrong, and you couldn’t figure out how you were supposed to get these two pieces together- irking you even more.

Only a few minutes until your husband gets home. You think to yourself, letting out a distressed groan as your child gets into something else that’s not supposed to be touched.

You grumble and begin to rub your temples- too close to losing your temper when all of a sudden-

“I’m home—!” *rings through the house, and you see your magical lovers silhouette in the doorframe, his body appearing fully once he shuts the door.

You smile a relieved smile, watching your toddler drop what wasn’t supposed to be in their tiny hands and run over to him, observing how he extends his arms and raises the child up close to him, chuckling before he puts two fingers behind the kids ears, a toy appearing in his hands when his hands come back into sight.

Your baby gets excited, climbing down from lyneys arms and running off somewhere else with the new gift, satisfying their attention for a while.

“Welcome home, lyney.” you say, seeing him walk closer to your spot on the floor, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Lyney looks at your situation, eying the failed baby gate before kneeling down to your eye level. “What’s this?”

You had forgotten for a second that you were busy building a baby gate, earning a little whine from you when your husband had brought it back up to you.

“I was trying to build the new baby gate but something’s missing.” You say with a bit of irritation, moving the gate around to show him. “I don’t know what it is!”

Lyney laughed softly as you explained your troubles to him, bringing one of his hands behind your ear, holding up something in his hands when he brings it back into your vision.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” He beams whilst holding up a shiny grey nail.

Your eyebrows raise up as you look at the gate, noticing a hole in a very important area that was missing a part! The nail!

With a light gasp, you take it out of his hand, screwing it into the spot and setting up the gate, your lover watching nearby as you successfully set it up in front of the spot you wanted guarded off from your toddler.

Your facial expression read one of relief and joy- finally you were done with that stupid gate!

As you let out a sigh in satisfaction, you stand up and turn over to lyney, feeling a sense of happiness wash over you.

“Where did you find the last nail? I looked everywhere!” You question with an exasperated exhale, looking up into your lovers eyes as he chuckled and puts his hands on his hips.

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” he says with a sweet smile as he playfully boops your nose, letting out a ‘boop’ while doing so.

You blink twice at this action, still not able to fathom how quickly he changed your whole mood and also helped you with the two things that were draining your sanity in just a short amount of time.

He looks around and walks over to an area in which your child made a huge mess of, starting to pick it up and leaving you to stand there staring at him while thinking.

“No seriously, tell me!” you exclaim, running towards him and taking his arm in your hands, walking alongside him as he picks up the mess of your home, earning a giggle from him.

Reposts are appreciated!

[chronicbeans]

Dead Plate (Haunted AU) x Reader (Part 1)

Training time!

Prologue, Part 1

TW: None

You wake up in a cold sweat. You don't remember it, but you are pretty sure you had a nightmare of some kind. You look to your clock, seeing that it's 3 in the morning. You sigh shakily, knowing that you don't have any time to try to go back to sleep. You beat your alarm by a whole hour, but you know that if you fall asleep again, you'd probably sleep through it.

You quickly take a small shower, before having some cheap cereal for breakfast. Then, you brush your hair and put on a nice outfit. You may not have the best first impression of your boss, but you want to make a good first impression on him! Plus, you don't have your uniform, yet... so, you might as well dress nice to give yourself some confidence.

After getting dressed, you hear the harsh noise of your alarm, screaming at you that it's 4. Sighing in disdain, you realize that you're stuck waiting for thirty minutes with nothing to do. You've already gone through your morning routine... though, you should set your alarm for 3:30 next time, since it took you longer than expected.

Looking out your window, you see that it's still dark out, as to be expected. It's not only early in the morning, but it's also winter... Man, you really don't like driving in the winter. Screw it, you're heading to work early, just so you don't have to spend thirty minutes dreading the drive. You put on a light coat, which is your only coat, then head to your car.

You arrive around 4:30, only for you to be hit with the sudden realization that you might've arrived too early. What if the doors are still locked? Heading out of your car, you march on up to the doors of La Gueule De Saturne, ready to knock on the doors-

You yelp, startled as they open before you can even knock on them. Looking up, you see a ghostly pale man with black hair and tired eyes. He looks expressionless, or as close as you've seen to expressionless on somebody before, at least. His eyes are locked onto you, as he speaks in a familiar voice.

"You're rather early... You must be the new waiter I hired." "Oh! Um... yes! I'm (Y/N) (L/N)." "Come in, then. Since you're early, we can start your training early." Damn it. You hoped he'd give you some time to rest... then again, this is a job. You follow him inside, looking around the main area.

It looks very lavish, if not a bit bleak. Greys, beiges, and white make the main colors of the dining area, with splashes of red velvet here and there. There's four tables with two seats each, two booths with four seats, and... two tables with one seat? You've never seen any restaurants with tables for one, before. Maybe a few cafés, but not full-blown restaurants.

Suddenly, Vincent points to a wall of the dining room, speaking in a slightly stern voice. "There is the partition window. When customers orders are ready, they'll be set on the counter there. Grab them and serve them to the correct guests." You follow where he's pointing, quickly spotting the partition window. Before you can comment on it, he points to the register. Wait... you're going to be working everything out front, aren't you?! You didn't sigh up for this!

"You're going to also seat the guests, as well as collect the money they pay for there meals. You'll earn tips. Make sure the customers like you, because they'll tip you higher. That, and you're the only waiter here." You stammer a bit at that, looking more than a little shocked. You don't argue, though. You want this job... You need this job. You aren't going to risk it. "Alright, Chef Charbonneau."

You turns to face you, again... He then crosses his arms, looking at you with a serious expression. "You better be good at your job. You are already making a better impression than the last waiter, but that doesn't mean you won't be able to let me down. I'm very strict, and have high standards."

You nod, looking back to him. There's an awkward silence, before he sighs and looks to the side. "You know you can talk to me, right? I may be strict, but I'm not a drill sergeant." You quickly nod, again, stammering. "Oh, yes! I just uh... I'm not the best at making conversation." He chuckles halfheartedly, before sighing.

Smiling, you are about to continue, before he cuts you off. "If you need anything, I'll be in the kitchen. The doors to the kitchen are over there." Vincent then points behind him, before continuing. "You can talk to me whenever you need something."

You look to the kitchen doors... seeing a small tuft of orange hair peeking from behind the circular window. It's probably one of the chefs. You look back to Vincent, nodding again. "Alright, Chef Charbonneau. What should I do while I wait for the bistro to open?"

His dark, tired eyes trail up to a clock nearby, causing your own (E/C) ones to follow. It's 5, now, so you have an hour. "Familiarize yourself with this room until then. I'm going to go get you your uniform." "Yes, Chef Charbonneau!" Then, the strange chef disappears into the kitchen.

You get to work, walking around the dining area and observing everything. There's a gray carpet, as well as a red one by the check-in area... this is actually pretty boring. You're basically just walking in circles around the room. The most exciting thing is when you saw a young lady walk by the window outside.

You hear the door to the kitchen open, as a lesser chef walks over to you and hands you your waiter's outfit. They then rush you to a restroom to get changed, handing you a bag to put your clothes into after you get the uniform on.

You walk out back to the dining room right in time to start working. 6 o'clock has hit. You see a few guests come in, finally giving you something to do. Quickly running over, you sit them down at a table for four. Writing down their requests on a notepad, you walk over to the partition window and hand the kitchen their orders.

As you do so, you notice something peculiar... none of the cooks have orange, or even ginger hair. They all have dark hair, with one person having blonde hair. That, and Vincent is staring at you like a hawk. You try to pay no mind to it... maybe the guy with orange hair is just out of view from the window? Either way, it's not important. You have to continue work.

The rest of the day goes by without any problems. Collecting your tips, you count them out to being around a hundred or so dollars. You help with closing, sweeping the floors and cleaning the tables, before looking to Vincent as you leave. "Have a nice night, Chef Charbonneau."

He looks to you, looking slightly shocked, like you had knocked him out of some odd daze. He slowly nods, before waving in return. "You, as well. Be sure to get here on time, tomorrow." "I got here early, so I'm sure I'll be on time, tomorrow." "The last waiter came in late on his second day... Just be on time." "... Okay..." That man is weird.

You nod in acknowledgement, then begin walking to the exit. The day has ended, and quite honestly, you need some rest... That, and you want to get to sleep early, just to spite you boss by being early two days in a row.

[rainydayz-nstuff]

Could we get a continuation of the enemies to lovers Scarab x Reader? :eyes:

Of course!

I just saw little snippets of the last episodes and…. It’s perfect.

After the whole frozen in the ice situation, you just dipped and said “screw it, I’m messing with Prismo”

As much as you liked Scarab, you wanted to see him throw a tantrum because, and you’re honest about this, you actually want Fiona’s world to be legitimate.

You have no reason to harm her and her friends, but your job is to make sure Scarab does his job in a legal manner.

Will you report some of his mistakes?…. Nah, you’ll just tease him.

Like when he got split up into mini versions of himself.

You almost pisses yourself laughing. Prismo didn’t know what you were doing, and you couldn’t help him because Scarab had some weird feature that prohibited anyone from the outside to help him.

You lifted him out of the hot tub to show him it all.

You took pictures to use as blackmail.

You pulled out your crystal staff and made a portal right into Fiona’s apartment.

Ellis P. was inside and he screamed when you just appeared. You blew a small dust in his face which made him pass out.

You bent down and teasingly stuck a finger close to the kennel one of the mini Scarab’s was in.

“Hi sweetie. Having fun?”

You spoke in sickly sweet way that made him try to bite your finger. You pouted while pulling it back quickly.

“Don’t be like that. I thought we had something…” you pretended to be hurt before you cackled and stood up.

“Well, I’ll be leaving. Have fu-“ You were cut off by a flash of light behind you.

You slowly turned, your face frozen in shock as you saw a giant and disfigured version of Scarab. He was pissed.

You started to stutter before he cracked open the kennel his last form was in. It merged in with him before he turned back to his normal self.

“Uh….. can we talk about it?” You shrugged while your breathing quickened.

Scarab grabbed your neck, making you gasp, and he nails dug into your skin. You weakly smiled before he lifted you up and pulled you close.

“….you’re going nowhere.” He spoke with venom in his voice.

He pulled you forward and his face plates opened up. He kissed you deeply while gripping onto your skin.

You tried to grab his wrists while leaning into the kiss. Even though it seemed like he was going to kill you, you knew he wasn’t actually going to do it.

He was giving so much passion in the kiss that there was no doubt he was in love with you.

He just… sucks at the concept of love. So showing dominance over you is his way of saying ‘I want you to be mine, please like me back’.

He pulled back, his lips barely grazing yours while you panted. He studied you flushed face while you slowly opened your eyes.

“Scarab…” you whispered.

He then dove right back him, his grip around your neck disappearing as it wrapped around your waist. His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you closer.

Your one arm wrapped around his neck while the other grabbed his tie to pull his head down closer.

You had a 10 minute make out session in Fiona’s apartment.

Once he remembered what he was going to do, he looked at you before snapping his fingers.

HE PUT YOU….. IN A CUBE!

This mf put you in a tiny cube and he picked you up. He inspected it before placing a small kiss on the surface. “This is only temporary darling. I could never leave you trapped in here.”

You pounded on the walls of the cube in anger. Your vocal chords were starting to hurt because of how much you screamed.

He put you in his pocket and you couldn’t see anything. But your could hear it all.

You could hear the blows he endured and the game he was trying to cause.

Suddenly the whole world shifted and you heard him muttering small ‘no’s, each one getting louder each time.

You suddenly fell out of his pocket and you fell back in the cube. Fiona picked you up and saw tiny you inside.

“Hey kid, take me to Scarab. I gotta yell at him.”

And she proudly did. He got so flustered and embarrassed while you just screamed at him. You breathed heavily at the end since your throat was now fried.

You were let out of the cube and you crossed your arms angrily. He tries to reason and apologize, but you keep turning away from him.

He huffed before wrapping his arms around you, his chest pressing into your back. He tilts his head so he can nuzzle it into your neck.

He attempts to whisper sweet words in your ear as a way of apologizing. Your face grows flustered and you finally caved in.

“Ohh….. fine. But don’t think this will be swept under. I’m using blackmail baby!”

Okay I think this was pretty good. Think I’m getting the hang of things.

Thanks for requesting!

[writinandcrying]

TMNT ONE SHOT - Holiday Season - A Special gift

Christmas was not your favorite holiday, at least you had a mutant turtle to help out in this trying times (GN READER, Tw: dysfunctional family, arguments and bickering related to food, crying mentioned)

Fluff - makeout / first kiss with *insert turtle you like* after a shitty xmas (English isn’t my first language and I didn’t proof read this 😗✌️, pls don’t hesitante to correct me if you see something off putting, I hope you guys still like it!)

You climb up the last steps of the fire scape connecting the roof top of your building, dragging your feet as you groan one last time, it’s impressive you can hear your relatives arguing several stores bellow, you have lost count how many times people can pick on each other on their free will. You drag your hands along your face and sigh, you want nothing more but to distance yourself from that.

You didn’t get to feel much of The “Christmas spirit” everyone seem to love and cherish since you left your childhood years, and it seems that every year you learn to dislike December a little bit more. As much as The Grinch was deeply relatable for you lately, you didn’t want it to be, having a dysfunctional family in such a tender Holiday was kinda like receiving punch in the gut every day until 25th of December died out. After the first 10, the warm smiles and happy wishes over a great season seem to constantly mock your misery, leaving you bitter and resentful.

Leaning over the edge of your building, you check the many light up windows and different narratives playing along on your neighborhood, a family all gathered up taking a picture by their decorated tree on the left, you let a chuckle out by thrilled parents filming a rather young child by your right, to what it seems taking their first steps by their excitement.

it was nice seeing different kind of life’s playing along the fairy lights on the streets bellow, secretly wishing yours would be a little bit like theirs, reality seems distant as you accidentally disassociate, thinking how -your- family would be seen compared to those merry ones, your parents resentment growing against each other every minute, barking mean comments left and right to you messing apparently everything up. The perfect picture of a broken home. Awful to see, awful to be part of.

You sigh as you recall what drove you to the edge moments ago, a silly comment really, it was so small compared to the constant bickering around the whole month of December, but picking on you eating a single cookie? That you made? You spent the whole day cooking. The whole day trying to have a good Christmas, you can feel yourself fuming as you remember how much you have worked your ass off the whole month for their presents, for a good Christmas dinner, as they wouldnt even buy a single pair of sock for you. Give you a single “thank you” for all of your efforts, You tried, you really did, Despite all the odds against your favor, you still tried, when you finally decide you give yourself a taste of your hard work, your family dares to give you shit about your eating habits? No. Nuh uh.

That was the last drop. You marched to your room as you heard someone giving you shit one last time after harshly dropping the plate on the dining table. knew you would be screwed when they found out you were gone, no amount of locks would keep them at bay for longer than 2 to 3 hours. But god, you needed a time out. Yes, you would rather freeze your butt on a dirty and frozen roof top than to listen to another passive aggressive bullshit comment.

“you have been hiding here all this time?” A familiar voice fills out of the foggyness of your thoughts, your head turns around slightly, watching a well known silhouette marvelously shining through the moonlight “nobody’s seen you in days” his tone isn’t harsh or accusative, you can almost hear a incredulous chuckle out of him, he speaks lightly, curious to your whereabouts, you can also hear him landing near the regular rooftop entrance, you stare once again to the uncountable windows and buildings in front of you.

He waits for you to retaliate, reply with witty comeback, flash him an apologetic smile, anything, but silence wins you over. He knew something was up when you were this quiet, your family would be the main topic when you vanished like that, he also knew you needed space to deal with such matter, in due time, you would ask for comfort, you would seek for his presence, just like when he comes to you, yet this time it never came, you never came. The ninja turtle slowly leans over, trailing his eyes ahead as you do.

A sniff catches him off guard, he knows it shouldnt, but it does, he glances at you to finally see your glossy eyes staring ahead, a blush covering your cheeks and nose; You look adorable, sad, disappointed, frustrated, but still can’t help but to find you adorable, his hearts stings as you rapidly catch a sneaky tear roll down your cheek, turning your back at him before he can catch you in this arms.

“Didn’t want to bother.” your voice comes out more shaky than you would like, a bit hoarse due to the current season, you rub your hands together, if he questioned about your well being, you could just blame it on the cold weather,on the perfect snowflakes falling above you two.

“You could never bother” he trails along slowly, weary as if you were a scared cat, afraid that any hasty movement could make you dash “how about we go to the lair? Everyone misses you.” he gently places a hand on your back, “I miss you” he ponders, moving slowly to be by your side, your eyes don’t meet his, he wants to lean down, he wants your eyes locked on his, he wants you to trust him as much as he trusts you, he wants nothing more but to hold you close and kiss your sorrows and tears away.

he stays put instead, waiting on your call.

You instinctively turns towards him, his warmth drawing you in, you want to smile, to tell him over and over that eveything is fine, you were just busy, he doesn’t have to worry.

Instead your mouth is pressed in a tight line, you can feel your lips trembling when you try to speak, you know words will come out wobbly, and for the first time, you won’t be able to hold back tears in front of him. This is pathetic. You think, you want to be at the lair. You want to be near them, but how can you explain you can’t bare to see their love, brotherhood and companionship tonight? You can’t feel part of it? This night isn’t about you, it has never been and it will never will be, you just get used to it.

You look up; your thoughts swimming through your eyes, you open and close your mouth, how do you explain you crave affection, but can’t seem to bear it?

The turtle holds you in a swift movement, carrying you with ease, gently but still firmly holding you against his plastron in princess style, the familiar adrenaline rushes trough you as you can feel him jumping from roof top to roof top, you don’t have words to question him, astoundingly admiring him as you stare at his focused face facing the horizon ahead.

You close your eyes for a moment, learning your face over the valley of his neck and collarbone, in a blink of an eye, songs, chatter and laughter fills the air and you remember you are in New York , the most magical city to be this time of year. Yes, you had probably the crappiest month of your life, but for a moment, you let yourself drift away in bliss, focusing on sounds and passing colorful lights.

He settles both you on a empty office balcony, everything is dark inside accept for the faint lights on a very worn out tree looking back at you, you check your own reflection, your eyes are red and puffy, your hair is uneven, and there are millions of colors shining behind you.

The Rockefeller was the most iconic place all over New York during Christmas time, slowly turning around, the tree and it’s surroundings leaving you both speechless, you loved Christmas lights, it was impressive to say the least how the decorations were absolutely ethereal. ever so slowly, you both sit down and admire the virw quietly.

“You don’t have to deal with everything on your own” is the first line he graces you, you wanna laugh with that alone, look who’s talking you think over, but you can’t say it, you know he is right, he chuckles as if he could read your mind, he gently tilts your head upwards “next time, call me. Text me. Reach out, for goddess sake.” He smiles at you, you let out a huff, smiling shyly “you have so much on your plate already, I just, I didn’t-“

“You deserve so much better” he shakes his head, lips pressed in a thin line. Over many years of his life, he has thought he had too little and humans had absolutely everything on top side, it was unfair and left a sour taste over his mouth. you have shown him that kind of thought was childish, he had a family, he had people he could count on, that’s alone is a lot more than what many people have, He can’t take that fact for granted anymore.

He also knew your biggest wish was to be part of something like that, his biggest wish was to make you feel part of it, maybe even something more.

You shyly lace your pinky with one of his fingers, ducking away as you felt your face burning under his deep gaze, you were so appreciative of his family, of him, of his patience and dedication, to say you have a crush on the turtle was an understatement, everything the he did made your heart skip a beat, the way he would always seek out for you during hangouts, how he cared for your preferences and well being, you found yourself unable to look away when he was training, when he would laughs so care freely, when he gets lost on his interests and everything seems to slow down around the both of you. You rest your head gently over his shoulder, you know you can get lost in his eyes quickly, you bite your lip when you think of his, and how heavenly it would feel against yours.

“It’s alright..” that what you manage to come up with, it’s cheap and it’s empty, but you don’t know what else to say. “No it’s not.” He says it firmly, interlocking your fingers tightly to prove his point.

Sometimes, you swear he feels the same as you do, you swear you can catch a soft longing from him across the dinging table, across the dojo over self defense training, short glances that are filled with unspoken words, that the innocent touches are not so innocent anymore. but life has taught you not to hang on those wishes, not to have hope. It was hurtful to do so.

“why do you care?” you let a frustrated sigh out, you hate how you just asked that the moment the words left your mouth, you aren’t frustrated at him per say, more towards your feelings, at how clammy your hands feel around his, how fast your heart is beating, how you secretly hope he knows that you didn’t mean to let that question out, how much of a chicken you were, how you fought annoying daydreaming scenarios with him on daily basis and yet just wish he kissed you already.

“Because I do.” he makes you look at him again, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, and for the first time tonight, you look at him, you really look at him, how he is breathing fast, how dilated his pupils are when he looks at you, how his thumb drags temptingly over the bottom of your lips, letting out a shaky breath as he squeezes your hand one last time.

“because I just do.” His gaze is locked in yours, pleading, full of what you have denied yourself for years, telling eveything you have ever wanted without any words. He was yours, and you are his.

you finally tell yourself fuck it and kiss him.

It’s desperate, it’s passionate, it’s eveything you want and more, you drag your nails on the nape of his neck and draws him into your space, your chest hits is plastron as he grips your hips as he pins you down against the ground, the way you hook one of your leg on top of his shell drives out a moan out of him, making you arch your back, you nibble his bottom lip as you swear you gonna lose your mind.

You don’t know how long has passed, your grip on him is as strong as his as you lay beneath him, you makeout until you are both out of breath, until the anger and frustration has been worn out and you two slowly melt together, once fervent kisses turns into soft, gentle ones, until you are both looking at each other, smiling and giving pecks between giggles, translating eveything you have both been feeling towards each other

“Goddamn.” he draws a hearty laugh out of both you, the turtle rests is forehead against yours, sighing dreamily, giving you feather light kisses on your cheeks as you pull him closer.

“I care a lot about you too.” you drunkly smile to him, caressing his cheeks tenderly, “I sure hope so.” you hook your arms around his neck, laughing at his antics.

“I gotta tell you something tho.” you tilt your head curiously, he looks down at your lips, licking instinctively as you bite yours.

“you surprisingly taste like gingerbread cookies”

That makes you giggle once more.

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It’s 3 am and Idk how to finish so hopefully the end it’s not too abrupt *confetti sounds* 🎉 let me know if you guys liked it!

[praetorqueenreyna]

counterintelligence, Nesta/Eris, Eris Week Day 6: Modern AU

Please enjoy, this is just a goofy light-hearted fake dating modern AU. There is lots of Cassian slander tho.

@erisweek2023

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”I need a favor.”

Eris stared at the text message in disbelief. It had come through several minutes ago, and he was no closer to puzzling out what it meant. Sure, people often asked him for favors. He was smart and rich and good at problem-solving. But those people were not usually Nesta Archeron.

After running through several dozen scenarios in his head, he finally texted her back.

”What?”

A nanosecond after the text registered as being delivered, the phone began to ring in his hand. “Nesta Archeron” flashed on the screen. Bemused, he answered the phone.

“Hello?”

Nesta got right down to business. “I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for Elain’s wedding.”

It took a lot to truly surprise Eris, but that certainly did it. “I’m sorry, what?”

A huff of frustration, as if he were the one being vague and irritating. “Cassian and I broke up a month ago.”

Another surprise. A good one, if he was being honest. Eris had always fucking hated Cassian. They had grown up in the same social circles; Cassian had weaseled into Rhysand's friend group when they were children, and their families had been in the same industry for decades. Cassian maintained that Eris was a classist who disliked Cassian because he was poor. That wasn’t strictly true: Eris disliked Cassian because he was an asshole. But he had found that Cassian was sensitive about his class status, and so it was something Eris often mocked him for.

When he had met Nesta, he had had no idea what she had seen in Cassian. She was intelligent and biting, and he was a 20-something year old man that still acted like a college frat guy. Somehow they had managed to stay together for two years without either of them murdering each other.

“He’s the best man, and I’m the maid of honor,” Nesta continued. “And he’s bringing fucking Mor. I’d rather eat glass than go to this wedding by myself.”

Ah, Morrigan. Both Eris and Cassian had dated her briefly in the past, but only one of them had ever moved on. Whenever Eris saw the whole group together, he could sense the tension between Nesta and Mor from across the room. Christ. He wasn’t one who felt a lot of sympathy for others, but wow, Nesta had been royally screwed.

“That’s shitty, I’ll admit. What does any of that have to do with me?”

“Don’t play dumb, Eris. Cassian hates you. He’ll be furious when he sees you there. And I know you hate him too. You can’t tell me you don’t want to piss him off. I’ll even let you be the one to tell him we’re together.”

The offer was too good to refuse. There was almost nothing Eris would love nothing more than to look in Cassian’s big stupid face and tell him that he was with his ex. “Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Perfect. The wedding is in three days. Text me your address, I’ll pick you up at two.” With that, Nesta hung up on him. Eris stared at the dead phone in his hands, still trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.

Eris didn’t hear from Nesta for the rest of the week. He texted her once, to ask for the color of her dress so that he could buy a matching tie and pocket square. She sent him a close up of a patch of fabric that was dusty rose in color.

The day of the wedding arrived and Eris was weirdly nervous. Quite frankly, he didn’t know Nesta very well. He had met her a few times, and flirted with her to piss off Cassian. And now they were about to spend several hours together pretending to be dating. He forced himself to sit and read all morning, knowing that if he started getting ready he would spend several hours fidgeting in his suit and messing with his hair.

His doorbell rang at two on the dot. He opened the door to reveal Nesta, looking even more beautiful than he had remembered. Her hair was bound in an intricate crown of braids, and her mauve dress flowed loosely around her body, both hiding and revealing creamy skin in equal measure. He once again marveled that an oaf like Cassian had managed to keep her for more than fifteen minutes. She scanned him from head to toe, mouth pursed. “Hmm.”

“Is there a problem?” Eris asked, slightly offended. In his own unbiased opinion, he looked very dashing. His suit was immaculate; not a speck of dog hair marred the charcoal gray. He had found a tie that perfectly matched Nesta’s dress, and his shoes had been polished so they shone.

“It’s nothing.” Nesta turned away, clearly expecting Eris to follow her. He debated calling the whole thing off and slamming the door. But Nesta turned back, one hand on her car door, and Eris put together a dozen tiny details that he had missed when she was right in his face. Her mascara was smudged and her eyes were tinged red. The patch of fabric over her thigh was wrinkled from her twisting her hand into it. There was a semicircle of half-moon imprints on her left arm, as if she had dug the nails of her right hand into the flesh. Nesta was anxious and miserable and furious, all in one. And she had signed herself up to pretend to like him for several hours, which wasn’t going to make her feel much better.

Without a word, Eris slid into the passenger seat of her car.

“We reconnected two weeks ago. You came into my work, we started talking, and I gave you my number. We started dating a few days after that.” Nesta regaled him with their romantic history as she drove. Her eyes were glued to the road in front of her. The clipped, analytical tone actually put Eris more at ease. He could handle this. He was good at negotiations.

“Where do you work?”

“I’m a bartender at Rita’s.”

“Really?” Eris couldn’t hide his surprise. Nesta did not seem like someone well-equipped for customer service. Especially not when the customers were drunk and horny.

“Yes, really,” she snapped. “I’m in law school, and I needed a job that let me work nights, after classes.”

Once again, Eris was both impressed by Nesta and confused that she had been with Cassian for so long. How the fuck had that neanderthal captured her attention?

“Okay, that works. I’ve gone to Rita’s a few times.”

“I have a cat named Darcy. Elain got me into stupid reality TV shows and we watch the Bachelor together every year. I can cook, but I hate it, so we mostly eat out at the Thai place down the street.” Nesta’s cheeks pinkened, flustered over having to share even the most nonsensical details about her personal life. “That should be enough to get you through this wedding.”

She paused. Eris realized she was waiting for him to to return the favor, telling her just enough to get them through the reception without giving the game away. “I have four dogs. I still like going to the theaters to see new movies. I used to smoke, but I’m trying to quit.”

“What about work?”

“I’m the social media manager for my dad’s company.”

“What?” Nesta laughed, caught off guard. The corners of her eyes crinkled. Eris noticed for the first time that one of her front teeth was chipped. “Bullshit.”

Eris smiled despite himself. “I’m serious. I do all the brand awareness and brand imaging, but nowadays that’s mostly just social media. I try to convince the public that the company isn’t an evil corporation.”

“Is it?”

“Oh, definitely.”

Nesta laughed again. Eris could see himself becoming addicted to the sound. “Noted.”

The remainder of the drive passed quickly. They shared personal details back and forth, but with ease and warmth. It felt less like they were preparing each other for a trial and more that they were just getting to know each other. It was very much like a first date, if Eris were being honest.

Whatever camaraderie they had built up dissipated when Nesta pulled up in front of the wedding venue. He could practically see the steel wall shutting down, cutting her off from any potential heartbreak. “Are you ready?” she asked, cold and clipped. Without waiting for an answer, she got out of the car, barely waiting for him to follow her lead before she locked it and strode away.

Elain and Azriel were getting married in a cutesy old church, chosen more for its aesthetic than for any religious affiliation. The wedding was small; only a few dozen people were milling around the foyer, waiting for the ceremony to begin. It made it extremely easy to pick out Cassian, who was already glaring at them with his upper lip curled into a snarl. Eris maintained eye contact as he wrapped one arm around Nesta’s waist, his own expression carefully schooled in its usual smooth confidence. Nesta tensed under his touch, but when she caught Cassian staring she relaxed, pressing herself against Eris’s side. He delighted at the fury that flashed in Cassian’s eyes. Just as he was contemplating the pros and cons of kissing Nesta in front of him, a call went out that the wedding was about to begin, and would everybody please take their seats. With a cheeky wave to his glowering adversary, Eris followed Nesta into the main hall.

As soon as they entered the nave, Nesta was swept away with the rest of the bridal party, presumably to some staging area so they could prepare to walk down the aisle. Eris scanned the crowd, hoping for at least one person who didn’t hate him that he could sit with. He settled on his youngest brother, who was sitting near the back with his boyfriend, Tamlin. Eris settled next to Lucien, who visibly jumped at his appearance.

“What are you doing here?” Lucien asked. “Did I see you coming in with Nesta?”

“Yeah. It’s a long story, I’ll tell you later.” The familiar beginning notes of “Here Comes The Bride” resonated through the hall, forestalling any more questions. A procession began making its way down the center aisle. Eris could pick out a few people that he recognized, such as Feyre, Rhysand, and Mor. The maid of honor and best man walked down side by side. Both Nesta and Cassian were making an attempt to pretend everything was fine, but the resentment between them followed them like a dark cloud. It was a visible relief when they separated at the altar. Azriel was next, dashing as ever in his tailored suit. Last was the bride herself, accompanied by her father. Elain moved slowly, both for the benefit of the photographer and to make sure that her father, with his injured leg, could keep up.

The ceremony was fine. It was short, which Eris deeply appreciated. A lot of people were crying by the end of it. Eris didn’t know enough about Elain and Azriel to know if their marriage would last. His cynicism said it was unlikely. Besides, they were the least interesting thing on the altar. He found his gaze constantly drawn to Nesta. She watched her younger sister with a softness he had yet to see in her. A few times he caught her dabbing under her eyes with the pad of her finger, clearly trying to keep tears from ruining her eye makeup. A new wave of hatred for Cassian rose up in him, startling him. He had tried to ruin this for Nesta in the name of “winning” the breakup. Eris resolved to be as obnoxious as possible for the rest of the evening.

The reception was held behind the church. Dinner was served on the patio, and the garden was festooned with fairy lights. To Eris’s delight, being the date of the maid of honor meant sitting at the same table as the entire wedding party, most of whom despised him. The looks he received ranged from abject disgust (Cassian and Rhysand) to plain suspicion (Mor and Feyre). The only people who didn’t seem to care about him were Feyre’s wife, Lena, and Rhysand’s date, a smirking red-headed woman.

“Lovely ceremony,” Eris said brightly, breaking through the tension that his presence caused at the table. He stretched out his arms, resting one against the back of Nesta’s chair. Nesta, in turn, leaned back so her shoulders were pressed against his forearm.

“It was,” Feyre agreed. She opened her mouth to say more, but Cassian interrupted her.

“What are you doing here?” he demanded.

Eris raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m my girlfriend’s plus one.”

“Uh huh,” Cassian replied, unconvinced. “What’s your angle?”

That got a chuckle out of Eris. “I don’t have some evil master plan. I’m just here to enjoy the party. Be the arm candy.” He brushed his fingers across Nesta’s cheek, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Not that anyone is looking at me when I’m next to this gorgeous woman.”

Nesta gave him an odd look, and for a moment Eris feared he had overstepped the bounds of their fake relationship. Then she smiled and looked down, the perfect picture of a flattered partner. It was cute, almost cute enough to be able to ignore Cassian’s scowling.

“How long have you two been together?” Mor cut in, a pleasant smile pasted on her face.

“Only a couple weeks.” Eris nodded towards Mor and Cassian. “What about you?”

The smile was gone. “About the same.”

“Odd. I could have sworn you two have been on and off again for years,” Eris drawled. “I’m sure it’ll stick this time.”

Now both Mor and Cassian looked like they wanted to kill him. “Seriously Nes, what the fuck are you doing with him?” Cassian growled. “Is this just to piss me off?”

“Shockingly, who I choose to date has nothing to do with you,” Nesta responded. “And don’t call me that.”

“Nes, come on—”

“Stop it!” she hissed, trying to keep her voice down. “You stopped being allowed to tell me what to do when you cheated on me with her.” She didn’t need to gesture towards Mor to indicate who exactly she was talking about. Every time Eris thought he couldn’t get more annoyed, he was proven wrong. The sheer nerve for Cassian to actually cheat on Nesta, and then act like Nesta was in the wrong for bringing Eris? The fact that he was only here to cause drama didn’t seem relevant. Cassian deserved everything that was coming to him.

Nesta deliberately turned in her seat to strike up a conversation with Feyre. As she did, she intertwined one of her hands with one that Eris had been resting on the table. In full view of everyone, she raised their entangled hands to her mouth and pressed her lips against his knuckles. She moved casually, as if the display of affection were subconscious. A woman reaching out to her partner for reassurance. She was a much better actor than Eris would ever have given her credit for.

Dinner seemed to pass at an excruciatingly slow pace. Eris was hyper aware that Cassian was watching their every move. Nesta was all over him: a hand on his shoulder while she whispered in his ear, playing with the tips of his hair in between courses, using her thumb to wipe away crumbs from the corner of his mouth. It was difficult for Eris to focus on the conversation when he was surrounded by Nesta’s soft touches and the savory scent of her perfume. The temptation to bury his face in her neck and inhale deeply was overwhelming. He distracted himself by talking, engaging with almost everyone at the table. He couldn’t give a rat’s ass about these people, but he knew how to turn on the charm when it was required. And seeing steam come out of Cassian’s ears as Eris joked with his friends made it all worth it.

Finally, finally, they got through dinner and cake, toasts and first dances. Pop music pumped through the speakers, and everybody vacated the tables in favor of the dance floor. With a minute to themselves, Eris leaned in towards Nesta. “How am I doing?”

“Fantastic. I’ve never seen Cassian so furious.”

Eris preened at the praise, but the smirk slid off his face when he caught Nesta staring wistfully at the dance floor. Cassian and Mor were wrapped up in each other’s arms, giggling. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine,” Nesta lied. She scrabbled for her purse that was draped over the back of her chair. “We can go. You’ve done more than enough for me.”

“We don’t have to.” Eris didn’t know why he was arguing. He wouldn’t gain anything by staying. But if they left now, Nesta would drop him off and then go home and sulk, and he’d never see her again. “I don’t want to go.”

“Eris,” Nesta huffed. “Stop fucking around.”

“I’m not.” He rose to his feet and took Nesta’s hand in his. “I want to dance.”

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.” For the first time ever, Eris was grateful that his parents had made him take dance lessons. He twirled Nesta under his arm, causing her to shriek in surprise. When he spun her back to him, she was grinning. She had clearly had formal dance training as well; she matched him effortlessly, falling into step even when he shifted dance styles and moves. She was his favorite kind of dance partner, the kind who could read his body language and predict what he was going to do, and match him perfectly. It resulted in an effortless, elegant dance that looked like a choreographed routine. It was likely that the rest of the wedding had formed a circle around them, applauding and shouting encouragement instead of dancing themselves. He couldn’t say for sure, because he couldn’t take his eyes off of Nesta. She was the embodiment of grace, her dress whirling around her like rosy wings. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, but she was laughing, free as a bird.

The song ended and Eris lowered Nesta in a dramatic dip. Her hands, which were around the back of his neck, tugged his head down to meet hers. She crashed their lips together, and Eris’s brain short-circuited. A live wire of electricity shot down his body, almost startling him into dropping her. He had heard people talk about experiencing fireworks when they kissed, but this was beyond that. This was a lightning storm, consuming him from the inside out and leaving him starving for more.

One of the greatest moments of Eris’s life was rudely interrupted by Feyre grabbing Nesta and jerking her away from him. “Elain wants to to take some pictures in the garden, just the three of us,” she explained. Nesta allowed herself to be dragged away, shooting him an annoyed glance over her shoulder. Eris consciously refrained from touching his lips with his fingers in the wake of the kiss, like some kind of goddamn Victorian era romance heroine. It was all a show, nothing more. Nesta only kissed him as a ploy to aggravate her ex. Not because she liked him.

The ploy worked a little too well, judging by the way Cassian was staring at him, as if hoping he would spontaneously burst into flames. Eris’s smug grin got a lot less smug when the larger man began to actually stride towards him across the dance floor. An actual confrontation wasn’t part of the plan.

“Whatever game you think you’re playing with Nes, you better stop before she gets hurt,” Cassian rumbled.

It took all of Eris’s willpower to not take a step back. Cassian was a foot taller than him, and twice as broad. “Of the two of us, I’m not the one who’s been playing games with Nesta,” he replied, his eyes sliding meaningfully over to Mor.

Cassian’s eyes flashed. “You don’t know anything about me, asshole. I still care about her.”

“Sure. I guess caring about her means that you’re allowed to move on and she isn’t.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

High on the adrenaline of the verbal match, Eris couldn’t help but goad him further. “I understand why you’re mad. Nesta was always too good for you. I’m guessing you wanted her to pine after you and stay single so you can go crawling back when Mor inevitably dumps your idiotic, inbred—”

Before Eris could say “ass,” and finish his devastating insult, his head exploded in pain. It was like someone had hit him in the face with a brick, knocking him to the ground and leaving him gasping for air. His vision cleared and revealed Cassian standing over him, still brandishing a curled fist. Somebody in the crowd screamed and a clamor of voices went up, but all Eris could focus on was the fact that Cassian was about to beat him to death.

“What the fuck?” Like a guardian angel, Nesta had returned just in time. She shoved her way through the crowd and crouched down next to him. He gave her his most charming smile, which was somewhat compromised by the fact that he was pretty sure his nose was broken and blood was dripping out of his mouth.

“He—” Cassian started to defend himself, but Nesta whirled around and shoved him in the chest. He stumbled back, more from shock than the push itself.

“Get out of here. And if you ever try to talk to me again, I’ll fucking kill you.” Nesta’s rage was a physical force. Even Cassian wasn’t stupid enough to defy her. He shut his mouth and stormed off. Nesta turned back to Eris, her hands gripping his wrists like iron shackles as she hauled him to his feet. Holy shit, she was strong. “Let’s get out of here,” she said, to him and only him, ignoring the rest of the gaping wedding party. Eris was more than happy to follow her out of the main hall and away from so many incriminating stares.

Nesta led him to the small room where the bridal party had gotten ready before the ceremony. Empty bottles of wine were scattered around, and a confusing mix of perfume scents hung in the air. She guided him to a chair, instructed him to stay put, and disappeared. Eris slumped over, completely exhausted but still buzzing with energy. Nesta returned with a stack of fluffy white towels she had managed to berate one of the staff members into giving her. She bent over Eris, wiping the blood from his face. He hissed when the towel touched his nose, sending a blinding bolt of pain through him. Nesta paused, then resumed her work with a lighter touch.

“I’m sorry,” she said. The tightness in her voice revealed that that wasn’t a phrase she said often. “This was a stupid idea. I shouldn’t have let things get that far.”

“It’s fine,” Eris waved it off. “You might be shocked to learn that this isn’t the first time I’ve been punched in the face.”

The twitch of her mouth into a brief smile filled Eris with light, and suddenly his face didn’t hurt so bad. “Well, I’m still sorry. I dragged you into this and I’ve been a bitch all day.”

“No you haven’t.” Nesta snorted, and Eris corrected himself. “Okay, you have. But I get it. I’ve done a lot worse over a lot less.”

Nesta pinched together a corner of the towel that wasn’t yet covered in blood and meticulously wiped around his nostrils. She was leaning close enough that he could feel her breath on his cheek. “This was all so stupid. I hate how much I let him hurt me, even now.”

“Are you still in love with him?”

Her surprised snort answered him before she responded. “No, of course not.” The towel dragged across Eris’s mouth and chin. His face should be clean by now. “It just sucks how much of my life is still about him. I can’t get away from him. He’s dug in, like a tick. If I want to have a relationship with my sisters, I have to deal with him. And he is such an asshole.”

“Yeah, I could have told you that years ago.” Eris worked up the nerve to ask the question he had been wanting to ask for ages. “Why were you with him for so long?”

Nesta sighed. “I don’t know. It wasn’t all bad. And when it was, I figured that’s what I deserved.”

“That’s stupid.” Maybe it was the blood loss, the blow to the head, the adrenaline. Maybe he was still reeling from their fake kiss. But his mouth kept moving and words kept pouring out. “You’re so cool and smart and beautiful. You deserve, like, a tech billionaire who is also an astronaut who is also a model.”

At that, Nesta laughed, low and husky. She studied him with clear gray eyes, only inches from his face. “Well, if you know any tech billionaires-slash-astronauts-slash-models, you can introduce me.” She carelessly dropped the bloodied towel on the ground and straightened up, pulling Eris to his feet. “Are you finally ready to leave?”

The ride back to Eris’s house was in companionable silence. Nesta had led Eris by the hand through the main reception area, ignoring all the people who tried to stop her and ask what had happened. Oddly enough, she seemed in a better mood now, and Eris didn’t want to ruin it. She walked him to his front door and he dallied unlocking it, unsure if inviting her inside would be taken well and not wanting to scare her off.

“Well that was…” Eris trailed off, searching in vain for a polite description of the evening. “Terrible.” Nesta chuckled, which he took as a good sign. “But it wasn’t all bad. Let me know if you want to piss anyone else off.”

Nesta hummed thoughtfully. “You know, there’s a really shitty barista at the coffee shop on campus. I bet you could make him cry in less than five minutes.”

Eris’s heartbeat quadrupled. Unless he was mistaken, that sounded like a coffee date. “Yeah? I’d be down for that.”

Nesta grinned and leaned forward, pressing her cool lips against his cheek. “Great. I’ll call you.”

With a hand on his cheek, he watched Nesta get in her car and drive away until she was completely out of sight.

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Pick Me Up

Capri Donahue x fem! reader

Warnings: sickfic, fluff, some coarse language

In which reader doesn’t feel well and ends up sending a text to Capri, ‘Can you come pick me up?’

The clouds hung low and heavy in the sky above, you squint while looking up at how your surroundings slowly seemed to grow darker. Soon, you were joining the rest of the students who've chosen to have lunch outside in the courtyard, heading back into the school building. Sitting at a bench outside the library, you put down your cling-wrapped sandwich and put on your sweater before you carried on eating your lunch. Thunder began to roar in the distance, and the temperature began to drop too. Swallowing a mouthful of the now-mushy sandwich, you winced in pain because of your throat. You put it back down and took your water bottle out from your backpack to get a drink of water.

A headache was beginning to wrap around your head, making it feel heavy almost immediately. You sniffled, pinching your temple with your eyes screwed shut. Your phone lights up with a notification for some long-forgotten game you had your phone, but you caught the time too: 12:16p.m. Since you and Capri went to different schools, the both of you had differing school hours. And today, she had a half day and finished at 12:25. The ache that your whole body was seemingly engulfed in has been becoming more prevalent since it started this morning and you were slowly but surely feeling worse and worse. You definitely could not sit through another four hours in a classroom feeling like this.

The typing indicator pops up almost immediately, it was as if she was expecting you to need her online.

You put your phone away and tried to finish your lunch. And you did, most of it— then, you chugged more water while you walked to the office to see the school nurse to make sure the school was aware that you didn’t just up and left for no reason. “Do you have anyone coming by to pick you up, y/n?” The nurse asks.

“I texted my girlfriend. She’s on her way here now.”

“Okay, that’s good. Just sit here to wait for her, alright? Do you want some water?”

You shook your head, “No, thanks.”

Capri popped into the nurse’s office at about 12:45 asking for you. “Right here, she’s likely just got a cold with a sore throat. Rest well, stay hydrated and you’ll be alright in a few days.”

“Thanks.” You croaked, Capri thanked her at the same time while grabbing your backpack for you and urging you to get up from the chair.

“Wait here, I’ll drive the car over.” Capri tells you, opening up the foldable umbrella in her hand to hold it over her head as she walked to her car in the parking lot.

Capri reaches over to open the door for you and you got in the seat in front with her. “Would you want me to turn the heat up a bit more?”

“No.” You muttered, leaning your head against the window. The ride back to your house was pretty much silent with the exception of the music playing softly through the speakers— you didn’t mind it, it actually gave you something to focus on in the meantime.

————

She grabs your keys and unlocked the door. You walk in and headed upstairs without saying anything while Capri locked the front door and caught up with you. “Wanna take a shower, baby?” She asks, holding onto your wrist.

You nodded, licking your lips, “Yeah.”

“Go ahead.” She rubs your back, “I’ll get your clothes and towel ready for you.”

“Thanks.”

You waited until time the water was warm enough for your feverish body before you stepped in. Capri walks in a few minutes later, standing and leaning against the sink countertop. “You can wait outside, babe.”

“I just wanna make sure you’re not gonna…pass out.” She admits, “Do you want a chair?”

“No, I think I’ll be able to manage a few more minutes of standing up before I rot in bed for the rest of the afternoon.” You allowed yourself to chuckle but soon regretted it because it hurt your throat somewhat.

“Alright, I’ll be right outside if you need anything. I’ll leave the door open, is that okay?”

“Mhm.”

Once you were out of the shower, you couldn’t have dried yourself fast enough. But yet, you were still practically freezing your ass off. You rushed to get your clothes on because you were starting to shiver and you hated that.

“Did you have anything to eat for lunch?” Capri asks while you crawl under the covers and wrapped yourself into a literal cocoon.

“I ate most of my sandwich and drank my whole bottle of water.” You tell her.

Capri slips into the bathroom to get the thermometer from the cabinet behind the sink mirror. “Open your mouth.” She held it to your lips, you do as she said.

When it beeps, she took it out, “100.6. I’ll go grab the medicine.”

You didn’t say anything but just lay there, somehow just…near tears. You were oddly extra emotional when you were sick and you hated that about yourself. Capri returns with the fever reducer, lozenges for your throat and a glass of water. “Here.” She hands you the pill, “Take this and try to get some sleep, hm?” You put the pill into your mouth and took the glass from her, taking a gulp of the water to wash it down.

“That’s it.” Capri gives you a small smile, setting down the glass on the nightstand. “Does your stomach hurt?”

“No.”

“Okay, that’s good.” Capri smoothed her thumb over your knuckles, “Lie down, close your eyes.”

“Can you cuddle with me?” You managed to say. The girl couldn’t resist and simply complied, settling down in the spot next to you. Carefully, she wraps an arm around you and you naturally snuggled against her. “I’m sorry you don’t feel well, baby.” She presses a kiss to the top of your head. Your towel was draped over your shoulder since your hair was still damp.

You felt tears pricking at your eyes and they just started falling— no reason whatsoever. You didn’t even process what was going in and it just happens. Perhaps it was the headache, the fever, or the sore throat. Not to mention the full body aches that felt like you just got body slammed. Maybe, a combination of all of those…it just did felt terrible, all of the symptoms. You rarely fell sick and when you did, you could not get out of bed to save your life

“Hey.” She rubs your back, “Hey, look at me, baby.”

You don’t look at her, the tears seep into her shirt continuously but you hated letting her see you crying.

“y/n, it’s okay. You’re alright.” She says quietly, her hand still rubbing soothing circles on your back. Admittedly, she cringes at how warm you felt under her touch. “Hey, you’re alright. Okay, I’m going to be right here to look after you.”

She knows that you didn’t know why you were crying, but she knows you must feel terrible. You eventually calm down and gave in to the sleepiness, lulled to sleep by her rubbing your back and pressing occasional kisses to your hair.

————

When you woke up that evening, you were laid down flat on the mattress. Capri was likely out in the kitchen since you heard some movement and clattering. Unwillingly, you got out of bed and went to use the restroom. Feeling restless that you’d been in bed all afternoon, you made yourself walk around the room for a minute.

“Hey, you’re up.” She stops at the door, “I’m making dinner in a bit. What do you want?”

“I don’t feel like eating.”

“You have to, y/n. Otherwise the meds will hurt your stomach when you take another dose.” She walks inside, standing before you and holding onto your cold, clammy hands.

You cleared your throat and sat down, “I dunno— peanut butter toast, maybe? And some tea? I had to get my sandwich to turn to mush at lunch with water before I could swallow it.”

“That’s okay, I got you.” She brushes the hair out of your face, caressing your cheek, “As long as you eat something, I’m good. Come on, let’s get you downstairs for awhile. Maybe you could watch some TV. Oh! Um, take a lozenge first— it’ll help ease the pain before you eat.”

You follow her lead, settling down on the couch. She hands you the remote then headed for the kitchen to prepare your dinner and her own after that. Thanks to the medication, you were feeling a little better and more clearheaded than earlier. But of course, you needed to take another dose to keep the fever broken.

She sits with you as usual and you two ate in comfortable silence while watching a favourite movie of yours. “Ready for meds?” She asks, studying your face.

“Sure.” You answered, laying down once she got up to clear the dishes. “I hate being sick.”

“I get that, baby. But it happens.” She glances at you before washing up the dishes and putting them on the rack. “I don’t know why I cried.”

“That’s okay. It must feel terrible, I get it.” Capri assured, walking back to you with the water and same medicine.

“Weren’t you supposed to go out with Darby and the girls to the arcade?” You recalled, “Oh, my God.”

“I rescheduled.” Capri says, We see each other all the time, babe. Don’t worry, they say ‘get well soon’.”

You smiled lightly, a sigh falling from your lips. “I’m cold.”

“I’ll go turn the heat up more.” She did that and swiftly came back, “Do you want another blanket?”

“No.” You mumble, grabbing the pill and glass of water. Next, you were clinging onto her again, refusing to let her go anywhere. And she didn’t want you to cry so she was waiting till the next dose kicked in before she even got up to charge her phone. And even then, you still wanted her cuddles— that’s one thing she loved about this. You were very clingy and cuddly, always wanting her affection whenever you were under the weather and she would always give whatever you wanted to you, to pamper you and make you feel better.

“I’m right here, angel.” She chuckles, arm around you tightening a little bit, “Not gonna go anywhere. I’m all yours.”

You chuckle, tracing silly squiggles on her chest, “Thank you. For taking care of me.”

“Of course, baby. I love you.” She answered wholeheartedly, stroking your hair before planting a tender kiss onto it, “Always.”

A smile creeps onto your face at her words, “I love you, too.”

Capri kisses you on the top of your head again, “You’re the sweetest.” As a response, you nuzzled closer to her. It felt so very nice to have this extra warmth from her since this fever was making you feel like you were trapped in a freezer. God, you hoped the meds would kick in soon. “Another movie?”

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“Which one?”

“Moana.”

“Sure.” Capri grins, scrolling through the page to find it then pressing play.

“Thank you.” You said, “Will you stay the night, please?”

“Already planning to, angel.” She promised, “You don’t even have to ask.”

You two let out little chuckles at funny moments and she comments on them here and there, but it was still overall a calm and quiet rest of the evening. Towards the end of the film, Capri realised that you’ve fallen asleep so she turned the TV off. You were then carried back upstairs to your room, stirring in your sleep when you felt the movement— your arms looped around her neck naturally.

Thankfully, the covers were pulled down so she could just put you down and then cover you up with no issues. “Good night, my girl.” She kisses your forehead softly, “Sleep tight. I hope you feel better tomorrow.”

“mm…” You mumble, stirring in your slumber while she climbs into bed with you. You easily found her — in your sleep, and was snuggled up with her once again. “Night…”

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Open Seat, Open Road (intro)

AN: Long time no see, friends 💕 I haven't written anything in a hot minute, so I wanted to do something fun to get back into it. My partner and I have been taking a ton of road trips lately, and so I was inspired to write a little Choose-Your-Own-Adventure road trip adventure! There isn't a choice in this introduction, but we'll get there in the next update.

“The annual budget was leaked before they could do damage control,” Zelda announces as she strides into the garage. “I thought maybe one of his cabinet members had been having an affair or something.”

“That’s why they booked you a first-class ticket back to Castletown?” Link’s voice is slightly muffled as he slides out from under his car.

“Yep,” Zelda tosses him the morning newspaper, ignoring his soft exhale as it hits him. “Urgent, apparently, because they booked my return early tomorrow morning.”

Link scans the newspaper. “Front page news.”

Zelda tugs a hair tie off her wrist with more force than strictly necessary. “I don’t know why I expected anything different. This is just my father’s standard operating procedure.”

Link doesn’t respond, but his eyes flit up from the newspaper to meet hers.

“I expect that he’ll send me to a children’s hospital or maybe a food bank,” she continues bitterly. “The place will be full up with photographers, of course, and I won’t be allowed to actually lift a finger to help with anything.” She pulls her hair back, but hisses as the hair tie snaps under the forceful stretch. She tosses the broken hair tie to the side. “But given the backlash, I think they’re setting up a scandalous date for me as we speak.”

Link’s fingers tighten nearly imperceptibly on the newspaper as he stands up from the creeper.

Zelda manages to use another hair tie to put her hair up and lays down on the creeper. As she slides beneath the car, she asks, “What’s wrong with it now?”

“Nothing, I think.” She hears his footsteps move away and then back. “I was just checking on the skid plate. I thought I heard a sound the other day when I was driving along the Dragon’s Exile trail.”

Zelda fishes her small flashlight from her pocket and looks. “You’re fine.” She tugs at the zip-tie she’d used to reattach the skid plate after the screws were lost. “I secured it myself.”

Link is squatting near the back of the car when she slides back out. He gives her a small, crooked smile. “I shouldn’t have doubted you, Zel.”

She can’t help but return the smile, but her response is laced with frustration. “You’d be the only one that doesn’t.”

He pulls her up from the creeper and wheels it back to its spot under his work bench. “It doesn’t really seem fair to you…this whole thing.”

“It is what it is. It’s just Governor Rhoam’s way: province and politics over people.”

“Even his daughter?” Link asks with a raised brow.

“Especially his daughter.”

Zelda watches quietly as Link moves around the car. There’s a cargo box already attached to the roof rack and he is tossing things into the trunk carelessly: his sleeping pad, his sleeping bag, the nice tent she gifted him for his birthday last year.

“When do you leave again?” she asks.

“Tomorrow morning. I’m trying to get out at first light so that I can get to the Palu trading post by noon. I want to spend the afternoon hiking around the Seven Heroines.”

Zelda has to swallow the tide of jealousy that rises within her. “That sounds wonderful.”

“Yeah.” Link hesitates, glancing at her briefly. “It’ll be good.”

She stares at the collection of park stickers adorning the car’s window. “Sometimes I wish…”

He stops his movements to wait for her to finish her thought.

Zelda shakes her head and pulls her hair tie off. Her hair streams down her neck and shoulders like a golden river. “Nevermind. I just wish things could be different. I wish I could go on a road trip too.”

“You could join me,” Link says lightly. “The passenger’s seat is open and an extra driver makes the trip easier.”

“Sure,” she agrees sarcastically. “I’ll just bail on the flight tomorrow.”

But as she watches him gather the rest of his supplies, her thoughts begin to whirl. She couldn't just bail on the flight...right?

She couldn't just not show up at the airport tomorrow right?

Well, it wasn't as if there was going to be someone waiting for her at the airport. She'd be expected to get herself home and await further instructions.

So...

Why couldn’t she go on this road trip?

Why did she have to rush back to Castletown at her father’s beck and call? Why was it her responsibility to divert attention from her father’s political blunders? She always had to be Governor Rhoam’s golden daughter, getting in and out of trouble.

She leans heavily against one of the garage work benches. Hadn’t she held up her end of the bargain? It is supposed to be a moment of celebration for her. The first year of her MBA at Gerudo Town University had been a roaring success. Her coursework and network had flourished; just as she had promised her father it would.

She didn’t even get to study engineering as she’d wanted—the MBA was already a compromise!

Link was right, it isn’t fair that she has to rush back to Castletown to take the heat off the bungled budget. She wasn’t even a politician! She’d never wanted to be a politician! Yet she’s the one that has to go out there for some photo-ops and be seen with the latest hot and scandalous celebrity. She’s the one that has to deal with the whispers about her man-eating ways and her fake charity. And why? Because someone from her father’s inner circle messed up?

No!

Zelda jumps to her feet. “Link!”

He pokes his head out from behind the car. “What?” Then he does a double take at the fire in her expression. “...What?” he repeats warily.

“I’m going to do it.”

“You’re going to do what?”

“I’m going to bail on the flight tomorrow.” She tightens her hands into fists. “I’m going to come on this road trip.”

Link stares at her. “Won’t you get in trouble with your dad?”

Zelda meets his eyes with resolution. “Definitely, but I…don’t think I care anymore.”

Understanding dawns across Link’s face. He nods. “Okay.”

“Okay,” she echoes.

He leaves the garage for a moment and returns with another sleeping pad and sleeping bag. “I haven’t booked any hotels for the trip,” he warns her. “My plan was to camp as much as possible.”

“Of course!” A laugh bubbles out of her—it’s equal parts excitement and anxiety. “I wouldn’t expect anything else from you.”

Link’s responding grin warms her like the Gerudo sun. “You’d better go home and pack then,” he says. “We’re leaving at dawn.”

Zelda nearly vaults out of Link’s garage and hurries home. She flutters around her apartment, shoving clothing into her duffel bag haphazardly: her sun protection shirts, hiking pants, comfortable clothes for driving, shirts, sandals, sneakers, shorts, and one nice dress, just in case. She doesn’t stop moving, just in case she loses her nerve.

But that night, as she is washing up, she eyes her bag. Is she really going to do this? Father is going to be furious. She is and has been independent from him for years, but the idea of so overtly going against her father’s wishes is…daunting, now that she has had a moment to think.

Zelda looks at herself in the mirror. Her green eyes are still sparkling with excitement, despite her apprehensions. Her cheeks are flushed pink, and there’s a joy in her expression that she hardly recognizes. But her gaze settles on her long, blonde hair. It has become a signature look, of sorts, for her.

The golden, beautiful daughter of Governor Rhoam.

The moniker was assigned to her by the media and she is often identified by her hair. She had been proud of it—her mother was famous for her long gold strands–and spent considerable time and effort into the maintenance. But right now it feels heavy on her shoulders, chains that seem to shackle her to her family’s reputation.

She ponders this for a moment.

From the corner of her eye, Zelda spots the scissors she uses to trim her bangs. She seizes them impulsively.

She isn’t certain that people would recognize her. But her father is a an important figure in Hylian politics and, as a result, she's been in and out of the media spotlight. Even as a minor celebrity, her image is known to the public.

So it might be safer if she…

Snip…Snip…Snip…

She begins cutting her hair in a frenzy. By the time she actively remembers to draw breath, it’s done.

Zelda glances back into the mirror and the girl staring back at her is the same, but different. Her waist-length hair now hits just at her nape. The ends are choppy and uneven, a little wild. But somehow it works.

She looks down at the floor littered with her hair. It feels like a weight has been lifted.

She smiles at her reflection. Ready for a road trip.

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19 with nivanserra because im weakkkk for fake relationships

prompt 19: a kiss during a fake relationship

🌼 HI here you go!! This got 1000 words away from me because ~setting~ and also these two are ridiculous. I hope you like it!

tags: going undercover; fake relationship; kissing.

One of his hands is braced on the armrest of Luis’ chair because he’d asked, and the other is around a glass because it’s that kind of night out. The place is dark and bright at once—dark wood stains in gray brown, golden light from lamps on the bar and metal-trimmed fixtures on the walls—and it feels less like a bar and more like someone’s overly expensive basement remodel. This is a few degrees nicer than what he’s used to.

There are long floor rugs with flowered, reddish Persian design, and paintings and tiled backsplash on the walls that pool soft shadows below every ridge. It’s cozy. It made it easier to slide to the edge of this couch and put his elbow on Luis’ armrest. Like this, side by side and drinking, he thinks they pass off well. People are standing close to each other here as they drink and talk, and the place murmurs gently with it. 

“Why me, again?” Piers asks. When he turns, Luis is closer than he thought, and he sees reflections of gold and the miniature figures of people walking in his eyes. 

He’s sat near Luis in meetings before, and met him often at organizational get-togethers, but that’s never gotten close enough to see the deep, warm brown of his eyes. There’s a hint of lighter color in the inner ring of one, like a flare of sunlight off of a stone. It’s interesting. 

“I needed the muscle,” Luis says, shrugging. He has a swaying and confident air to him, and Piers is learning that it’s more genuine than he thought. His mannerisms are quick and light, even as he carefully watches the room, and his smile is the only familiar thing here. 

Piers takes another drink. His shoulders have gradually crawled up towards his ears, and he makes them relax. 

It’s been a minute since he’s gone out.

“Should have brought Chris, then,” he says into the glass. 

“I thought about it,” Luis says. He looks around the room. The man of the hour—lead investor or something like it—stands at the bar chatting with another one of the guests, and his teeth are alarmingly white. He stands out exactly the way Piers would expect, the business-type middle-aged man with a strong posture and the confidence of someone with too much influence. 

Luis goes on quietly. “But I thought I could use someone more convincing.”

“My acting might be worse than his, believe it or not.”

“I doubt it.”

He says this so sincerely that Piers has to laugh. He puts down the glass and lifts an eyebrows at Luis. “You’re about to find out.” 

“Just follow what I say.”

“Sure.” 

The evening has gone smoothly so far because Luis is the boss. Sending in the attendance confirmation, requesting a plus one, getting them out of the car and up the curb and into the little basement entryway in the ground, that was all his doing. 

Piers can be muscle. He carried the chair down the flight of steps to the bar, and offered an arm for Luis to hold as he came down after it. And he’s fully prepared for the crucial part of their plan later tonight, the real reason they're here. It’s the little details along the way that have him asking questions at all. 

He can go out to a bar and have fun with someone, but he’s never had to pretend that he was going out to a bar and having fun with someone. 

They sit on the couch and let the gathering simmer around them. As Piers watches the investor from across the room, he feels a knuckle at his jaw. 

“You’re being too obvious,” Luis says. 

Piers blinks and follows the warmth, letting Luis turn him by the chin. “You said not to trust him.” 

“Yes, but— I don’t think he’s going to do anything here. Don’t try to screw it up before then, ey?” 

They’re so close to each other. The whole atmosphere of the place—spirits in bottles, people talking, velvet and finished wood surfaces—feels like it’s pressing in around him. 

He feels Luis’ thumb on his chin. His skin is softer than Piers expected. “Is it time for acting?” he asks, barely audible. 

Luis’ eyes roam around to the other couches and the people occupied with chatting there, before they come back to Piers. “I think so.” 

There’s a moment of considering. Luis looks over Piers’ face, and his hand does a brief squeeze at his chin he might not be aware of, and then he pulls in close. 

Piers tips his head just enough, and the kiss is chaste. It’s something any two people might do while out together, a little reminder that the other person is there, or maybe on an affectionate whim. Piers draws from that feeling and plays on it here. 

When they part and he opens his eyes, the investor has moved. He looks around the room for the man, Luis’ hand dropping away, and finds him at the opposite wall near some bookshelves. He’s talking to another guest. 

“Dios mío,” Luis says beside him. “You need to tread more carefully, Piers.” 

“If he’s going to do what we think—”

Luis tugs on his ear, and he shuts up. 

The second kiss breaks his concentration completely. It’s got a hint of urgency to it, a bit of shut up and remember what we’re doing, especially when Luis’ hand slides down over the flat part under his collarbone. He can feel the man’s fingers firmly planted, the rings on his fingers pressing in. His hand reaches out for Luis’ knee reflexively. He might be the one who turns it into a third kiss, but he’s not sure. 

Luis is gentle with it, little seeking motions that somehow don’t feel desperate. 

Piers smiles before the kiss is even over. It makes Luis stop and huff, shooting a nervous look over to the bookshelves. 

“Are we convincing?” Piers asks him. He doesn’t know why he’s laughing, why they both suddenly feel so clumsy and unsure even though they’re in the middle of an operation that’s going so well. 

“If you would listen to me and stop staring, we would be,” Luis whispers. 

“Alright. I’ll get my act together,” Piers says. 

It becomes a little easier after that to keep his eyes away from their target. Maybe it’s the fact that he knows what Luis’ beard feels like on his face, or that there’s a flustered edge to Luis as he steals Piers’ drink from the table. This undercover thing might not be as difficult as he thought it'd be.

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[miyuhpapayuh]

thirteen

The sun’s high in the sky, shining down on all the bodies that litter the packed clubhouse, while the music’s blastin’ everybody's mama’s favorite songs.

“Woah-WOOOAH-HO!” The crowd sings at the top of their lungs, falling into a two-step on the green grass.

“You make me happy,” Zora and Leon sing to each other, her soft voice making the moment so much sweeter.

“This you can bet, you stood right beside me, and I won't forget!”

“And I really love youuu, you should know! I wanna make sure I'm right, boy! Before I let go!”

Their little duet earned some whistles, as Zora hid her face in his shirt, feeling the vibrations of his laughter run through her.

“So silly,” he remarks, holding her closer to him as they continue to sway.

“Ohh, hush!”

The first activity on the list was laser tag, and the girls were more excited than anybody.

“Remember, only one shot is necessary! Don't get trigger happy,” uncle Tommy cracks, wildly looking around at the crowd, making them laugh.

“Alright, spread out!”

The overgrown kids do just that and find their perfect corners, over the vast area of the park.

As soon as he called to start the game, Zora watched and silently laughed, as Eryn hid behind a tree as soon as her lanky brother turned to where she just was.

Underneath the clubhouse gazebo, Zora hides in the corner once she hears footsteps approaching. Pointing her gun, she pops her best friend as soon as she tries to skate by.

“Dammit!” Nique screams, swatting Zora with her free hand.

“You know this is my favorite game!” She laughs. “Now go sit at the loser table.”

“Screw you, Jean!” She says before sauntering over to the picnic table.

“That's Leon's job, babe!” She says, blowing a kiss before slipping through the opening and tucking herself behind the wood.

“Boo!” Lovita yells, popping her younger sister right in the chest, before she could even whip around.

“Dammit!” Neoma stomps, before making her way to the loser table, plopping down with a huff beside Nique.

“Who got you out?”

“The best in this damn family, Ne. Who else?!”

“That girl,” she shakes her head, “the second best player got me out. I hate them, both.”

They share a laugh, before looking up to catch Leon practically skating across the grass with Eryn right on his tail.

“Stop running, you punk!” She yells, laughing crazily.

“Never!” He yells back, whipping back around and shooting her in the chest.

“Dammit!”

And then, there were two.

Zora is still inching behind the back of the gazebo, poking her head out to see where Leon is. While he's on the opposite side, trying to see where she's been this whole time.

“Such a sucker,” she snorts, before coming around the side with her gun drawn.

“Oh, Avery..” She sings, making him turn around with his own gun drawn, smirking at her.

“You almost had me, sweetheart.”

“Oh, but I do have you.” She says, popping his chest piece, right before he tries to do the same to her.

“Damn, girl. I couldn't get my finger on the trigger!” He laughs.

“Gotta be quicker than that,” she laughs, moving outta sight once she spots Lovita inching towards her hiding spot.

Thinking she's in the clear, Lovita sighs to herself and pokes out to see where her youngest sister could be hiding.

Once she gets a good aim, Zora picks her off, delighted at the ever-so-colorful “fuck!” that leaves her mouth.

“I won!” She yells, doing her victory dance and pointing her fingers in her oldest sister's face, who's less than impressed on the outside, low-key jumping for joy on the inside.

Deep down, she knew she could never beat Zora at her favorite game, but she'd still sulk about it for the next couple minutes.

“Screw you, Jean.”

“Again, that's Leon's job!” She laughs, joining all the losers at the picnic table.

Uncle Tommy snorts at their faces, running the game back twice before starting the next one.

And of course, Zora won again.

This time, it was red light, green light. A classic.

Lining up on the grassy hill, they all eagerly wait for him to begin.

“Red light!” He yells, looking at everybody's feet to see who was gonna mess up early.

Nobody, surprisingly.

“Alright, tried to get one of y'all caught up.” He laughs.

“Green light!” He says, watching them fast walk their way past him, halting as he switches the color back to red, some of them groaning as Leon’s lanky ass was in the lead.

“Man, you gotta have mile-long legs!” Darnell scoffs.

“Right?! Ol lanky ass!” Eryn adds, making him whip around and look at her.

“You just touched down, sis. Don't make me send you back.” He points, to which she sticks her tongue out at him.

“Green light!” And they're off again! Zora and Clyde speed up a little, ending up neck and neck with Leon as the color goes back to red.

“How'd y'all make it up here?”

“Competitive nature took us over, I suppose.” Clyde shrugs, making Zora giggle.

“You can't win every game, Jean.”

“Watch me.” She winks, taking off past him at the next green light. He's keeping up nicely, though.

“Them two.” Nique laughs, speeding up a little as well, bumping Darnell on the hip.

“Aye, girl! Watch all that booty!” He taunts.

She turns to the other side of her, catching Neoma and Lovita’s playful and knowing stares, before shaking her head.

“Watch yourself.” She says with a laugh.

“Mm. I'll be watching something else, too.” He smirks.

“You got some fresh ass friends,” Zora points out, making him laugh as the color turns red again.

The red mark in the grass is super close.

“For you to be so short, you movin’ pretty quick. You run track and ain't tell nobody??” Leon asks, looking back at his goofy friends.

“Nope, little people are quick on their feet!” She replies, flying to the finish line.

“See?!” She cheeses, doing another happy dance, as everyone sighs. Nique claps for her, always a cheerleader for her girl.

Soon, everyone was sick of Zora and her winning streak, and decided to have a water balloon fight, pelting her with them to get her back.

“Okay, okay! I think y'all got y'all’s point across! Jeez!” She yells, wiping water from her face.

The girls, especially, had got her good. Wetting her up from head to toe. Good thing she was sporting a ponytail and her good running shoes.

“Sorry about your shirt, my guy,” she sighs, pulling at the soaked collar.

“Oh it’s mine, now?” He teases, making her laugh.

“Shut up!”

“Like you don't have another one of those in the back of your closet,” Eryn screws her lips up at her brother. “You'll be okay!”

“Right?” Zora adds, as they slap hands.

“Alright now, don't let babygirl get you drop-kicked.” Leon says with a stern face, making them both crack up.

“That was so scary, you look like that man you despise.” Eryn says, making him straighten.

“Won't be making that face anymore.”

“Yeah, I bet.” She snorts, turning back to Zora. “Thanks for the invite, this is such a nice get together!”

“Of course! I feel like you and I haven't hung out like we've been wanting to and I knew you were coming back soon, so I decided to make it a block party slash welcome back bash!”

“So sweet of you. I gotta show you the vacay pictures I took!”

“Ooh, I wanna see too!” Nique squeals.

“Yeah, me too!” Neoma adds, Lovita already shoving her way in too.

“Come, come!” Eryn motions for them to gather around her at the table, while Leon moves off to where his friends are.

“Women,” Clyde jokes as the guys laugh.

“Aye, now. Don't let Vita hear you say that.”

“Yeah, I heard she been on you like white on rice, bruh.” Leon laughs.

“Man, I'm on her just as bad.” He shakes his head, stealing a glance at her, smirking when she looks over at her and winks.

“What about you and Nique, bruh?” He asks Darnell.

“Dominique and I are getting acquainted just nice.”

“Oh shit, first name basis huh?”

“Yeah, she warmed up to me real quick.” He pats himself on the back.

“And you, Craig?” Leon asks.

“Ah, that's my honeybee!”

“This man,” Darnell cracks.

“What?? He calls Zora his precious flower and I'm bein’ called out??”

“Both of y'all are ridiculous, then!”

“Whatever, man. She's as sweet as can be. Feisty, too.” He chuckles.

“Yeah, she done already had to knuckle you up, huh?”

“She threatened me once. That's all it took. I'd fight all of y'all over her, that's for sure.”

“Yeah, them Hunts’ don't play.” Leon shakes his head.

“Oh, we know!”

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Moving the party to Lovita’s backyard, they moved on to their own version of beer pong, switched out for tequila, and everybody was getting their lick back on Zora.

She wasn't a sore loser like the others, but a few angry grumbles left her lips at the first couple shots she had to knock back, and trouble’s always around the corner when it starts tasting like water.

Luckily the game was won by Neoma’s team, and now it was time for the last game of the night. Truth or drink.

Things were about to get interesting.

“Alright, we'll let Zora get herself together before we dig into her,” Neoma snickers as her younger sister flips her off, “uh… Darnell.”

“Oh, me first?,” he points to himself, “aight, what you got?”

“Would you ever date someone twice your age?”

“Hell nah,” he blurts, making the group laugh.

“What if she was like really fine?”

“She could be Nia Long fine, I'm still not doin’ it,” he says with a laugh and shake of the head.

“I don't know, Nia fine!” Zora throws out.

“No doubt! Still couldn't do it, though.” He reiterates. “My turn. Leon. My guy.”

“Oh lord. What's up, man?”

“What's the meanest thing you've ever said to someone?” He asks, a slight squint in his eyes.

Leon immediately knocks his shot back, while Craig just shakes his head.

“Leon, you're a mean man?” Lovita asks, holding her chest in faux shock.

“No… heated arguments go so many ways and by the time you've even realized what you've said, it's too late.”

“Gotta be careful what you say, yeah.” She nods.

“And who you say it to, right?”

“Yup. Now, my turn. Lovita, dear.”

“Yes?”

“Have you ever had to use that weapon you be threatenin’ everybody with?”

She laughs, before knocking back her own shot. He shakes his head.

“You never shoot and tell.” Neoma snorts, making Zora shake her head at the both of them.

“Shoot and tell,” Clyde cracks, “never heard that one, before.”

“First time for everything,” Lovita points out, and he agrees.

“Alright, babygirl. Your turn.” Lovita smirks at Zora.

“What, man?”

“Spell colonel.”

“Like the corn??” She squints, making her sister laugh.

“No, girl. The other one.”

“Oh…” she knocks her shot back, making them all laugh.

“You weren't even gonna attempt?” Leon asks.

“I've had like six shots of lighter fluid! No, I was not gonna attempt!” She laughs at herself.

“Alright, since you wanna grill me, lanky. What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done in public?”

“Oh, I can tell y'all this one. I got really drunk at a kickback and thought I could do a handstand, cause when else are you feeling that invincible, right?”

“Did you fall on your face, Avery?” She asks, snickering once he nods his head.

“I bet that was a sight to see,” Eryn laughs at her brother. “You always were a klutz.”

“Alright, now. You've taken a couple tumbles, yourself.” He points, to which she holds her hands up in mock surrender.

“Alright, lil sis. You ever break the law?”

“Who hasn't?!” She scoffs.

“I told you she was a rebel!” Zora pokes his arm.

“A rebel with cause, though!” Eryn defends.

“Yeah, yeah!” Leon adds, shaking his head like a disapproving parent.

“Don't shake your head at me! Most of the illegal things I've learned were from you!”

“Wow, teaching the baby bad habits?” Clyde asks, shaking his head at his friend.

“Shut the fuck up, she's being dramatic.” He laughs.

“Am I?”

“You are.”

“Kay. Nique, what's your least favorite word in the dictionary?”

“Cock. I wanna set it on fire.” She says, grimacing afterwards.

“Such an icky word!”

“It really is!”

“Fix your face, baby.” Darnell laughs, turning her scowl into a smile she tried her damndest to hide.

Baby???

“Baby?” Zora asks, her jaw touching the table.

“Yeah, this ma baby,” he throws an arm around the back of her chair, kissing her cheek, all while she blushes profusely.

“Aw, that's so cute!”

“Zora, please!” She giggles.

It was no shocker that her sisters had taken a liking to the men that she presented to them, but she couldn't lie about how happy she was about everything running so smoothly between them all. It was a sight to behold.

It almost moved her drunk ass to tears, which caused them to wrap the game up and spread out through her oldest sister's house, due to nobody being in the shape to drive home.

Nique and Neoma shared the sectional, while Craig and Darnell made themselves comfortable on the floor with throw blankets and pillows. Zora and Leon snuggled up on the loveseat, while Lovita pulled Clyde upstairs to her room, giving Eryn her guest room since she'd had a long flight back.

Enjoy!

Ch 14

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