#I didn't mean to stay up till 2 in the morning finishing this but when art beckons you dont question it

[that-reading-geek]

Broken guitar strings

Crowley x Aziraphale, sugar daddy AU, Human AU

Chapter two

Contains nsfw scenes

Posted on A03

Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale spend some quality time together before and after work, Aziraphale learning some more about Crowleys backstory, as well as his body.

Crowley and Bee meet with Muriel at Crowleys gig of the night, and spend the evening together. Crowley gets paid his first paycheck from Aziraphale.

When Crowley woke up to an unfamiliar room and blankets that actually kept him from freezing over night, the initial shock and confusion had him bolting upright and glancing around the room frantically. He stared at the bookshelves and cluttered desk, misremembering where he had accidentally fallen asleep last night. It wasn’t until there was a knock at the door and the smell of waffles wafting through that all memories of yesterday evening came flooding back to him, hitting him like a truck.

“Good morning dear, I made breakfast, I didn’t know what you like so I thought you can’t go wrong with waffles and berries!” Aziraphale said cheerily as he stepped into the room. He placed the tray of food at the end of the bed, before looking at Crowley puzzled. “Are you alright my boy? You’re looking rather frazzled.”

“’m fine Aziraphale... jus’... woke up confused...” Crowley mumbled, trying to smooth his hair down. “Sorry for falling asleep, didn’t mean to stay the night.” When Crowley looked to his right, he noticed the un-slept-in half of the bed, and suddenly guilt gnawed at his chest.

“Oh nonsense, it was quite nice to have your company,” Aziraphale giggled.

Crowley shrugged and flopped back against the pillows, he would go back to sleep if he was in his own bed, but alas he wasn’t, so instead he peered up at the other man.

Aziraphale tutted, “Come and eat your breakfast dear,” he said, although he did silently agree that more sleep would be divine.

Crowley realised that even after his 2 meals yesterday, which was far more food than he was used to on the daily, his stomach was practically clawing at him for food, and the smell of the waffles did seem delicious. He didn’t want to waste them after Aziraphale had clearly put in so much effort for him.

He sat up and scooted to the end of the bed, where Aziraphale had perched. The waffles were a beautiful golden brown, with syrup pooling off of them and a litter of berries scattered on top. He took the cutlery Aziraphale had so graciously offered him and cut a piece, before biting it with a satisfied moan.

With his mouth still full, he stabbed another piece and held it up to Aziraphale, “Have some.”

The other man only scorned him lightly for not finishing his mouthful before speaking, before taking the piece Crowley had offered him into his own mouth and chewing. The two spent their morning eating the waffles together and occasionally feeding each other mouthfuls or some berries, before Aziraphale was gently dabbing at his own mouth with his handkerchief and then doing the same to Crowley, despite his protests.

“Do you have work today my dear?” Aziraphale asked as they finished off the waffles.

Crowley nodded “Mmph, yeah, not till 12 though.”

Aziraphale hummed in thought, “Perhaps we could talk some more, or I could show you around, since we didn't get the chance to yesterday.”

Crowley blushed at the memory, but nodded all the same. The two stayed in bed for a couple more moments, allowing Crowley’s food to settle before Aziraphale was encouraging him out of the warmth and comfort to go on a little tour of the bookshop.

Crowley had his arms wrapped around himself, his button down and jeans were doing little to keep him warm now that he had emerged from Aziraphale’s blankets. He hadn’t changed out of yesterday’s clothes before falling asleep, and he somewhat regretted not bringing at least a jumper.

“Pull this on,” Aziraphale chuckled, handing Crowley a cream, cable-knit jumper from his wardrobe, “It may be a bit big, but no matter, we wouldn’t want you freezing, would we dear?”

Crowley took it gratefully as his lips pulled into an awkward line that was supposed to be a smile, “Well aren’t you an angel,” he teased, before pulling the jumper over his head. It was, as Aziraphale had warned, big on Crowley. But Aziraphale secretly came to the conclusion that Crowley looked rather adorable in his jumper, with the sleeves covering his hands the way they did. The smaller man didn’t pay much attention to it, just rather grateful for the extra layer, and he did have to admit it was rather comfortable.

Aziraphale showed him the whole bookshop, lower and upper floor. The ground level contained the main bookshop, as well as Aziraphale’s office and the small living space that Crowley blushed at the sight of. The blankets laying over the back of the sofa that hadn’t been there the previous evening solved Crowley’s question as to where Aziraphale had slept last night, and the sting of guilt made itself known once more. Upstairs contained the bedroom that Crowley found himself missing as they passed the door. Aziraphale showed him the bathroom, the little kitchenette and dining area, as well as a mini reading nook that was tucked away out of sight, with a window and pillows and of course a reading light. Crowley found himself running his fingers over the spines of perfectly looked after books, reading the titles and not recognising a single one.

“Do you too, have an affinity for reading dear boy?” Aziraphale said softly, coming up behind him to peer at the books he was looking at.

“Ngk, not really, ‘less its sheet music, like plants though,” He glanced up at Aziraphale, who had propped his chin on the smaller mans shoulder.

Aziraphale simply smiled and nodded, “I may have some music books or plant guides you could borrow downstairs, help yourself should the need arise.”

Crowley nodded and thanked him, finding himself leaning into the other man and welcoming the arms that wrapped around his waist. Aziraphale pressed a gentle kiss to his shoulder that had Crowley’s face heating up and the tips of his ears burning red. He wasn’t used to this type of gentle touch, but he could sure get used to it if this was what came with their deal. He gasped softly as Aziraphale’s kisses, feather-light and innocent, climbed up his neck and found their ways to his cheek and lips. Aziraphale giggled and he squeezed Crowley’s waist gently, placing one more kiss on the tip of Crowley’s nose before pulling away.

The taller man checked his watch, before humming softly, “May I walk you to work dearest? We have about half an hour.”

“Need to go home first,” Crowley shrugged, shivering at the lack of contact, “Change my clothes and shit, don’t want to make you wait.”

“Oh nonsense, I don’t mind, honestly.”

Crowley shook his head, “I’ll meet you at the shop.”

Aziraphale nodded and gently took his hands, kissing the younger mans knuckles, before the two were making their ways to the front door and Crowley was walking down the street to his apartment.

Crowley managed to make it to his shift with about five minutes to spare. He’d changed his clothes and put his guitar on its stand, promising to practise as soon as he was home. He greeted Nina with a wave and pulled his apron on, hanging his sunglasses over the top hem. He began by cleaning up a few mugs from empty tables and taking orders. Aziraphale was sitting at a table in the corner, waiting for him as promised, but with how busy the coffee shop was currently, Crowley had no time to stop and chat.

About half an hour passed before the foot traffic was low enough that Aziraphale took his chance to join the relatively short queue and order his usual. Crowley had the drink ready just as he approached the counter, holding the cup out without meeting his eye.

“Thank you dear,” Aziraphale said softly, their fingers brushing as he took the cup.

Crowley only met his eyes when he saw Aziraphale put a £20 note in the tip jar.

“Aziraphale!” He hissed, “that’s too much.”

“Nonsense dear, its only £20,” Aziraphale giggled, taking Crowley’s hand that had been previously on the counter.

“Mmph,” Crowley said, eyes now trained on their joined hands.

“I’m going to go find a table, will you come to the bookshop after your shift?”

“Yeah... dinner?”

“What do you fancy?”

“Don’t mind.”

“Think on it, we’ll get whatever you like.”

Crowley nodded and took his hand back as Aziraphale made his way back to his table. Crowley started taking the next person’s order, and soon he was back in the swing of his shift.

“What was that about?” Nina asked Crowley once there was a break in customers.

“What was what about?”

“You and Mr Fell.”

Crowley glared at her, though the blush on his cheeks made it a lot less threatening than he intended. “It was nothing, just chatting.”

“You don’t chat Crowley.”

He huffed and turned away from her, ignoring Nina’s knowing look in favour of pretending to organise the fridge.

The end of his shift couldn’t come any slower, and once he was putting his sunglasses back on and hanging his apron up, Crowley was beyond exhausted. It was 6pm and he’d told Nina she could head home. Locking up gave him the opportunity to catch his thoughts; Aziraphale had left a few hours ago, and he couldn’t help thinking of the other man for the rest of his shift. Crowley found himself glancing towards the bookshop, catching Aziraphale’s eye once or twice, earning a big grin.

The musician wiped the tables and turned off all the lights, double checking everything before heading out and locking the door behind him. He made his way across the road to the bookshop, knocking on the door almost guiltily.

Aziraphale welcomed him in moments later, ushering Crowley into the shop and towards the back.

“Have you decided what we should get for dinner?” the bookseller asked softly, leading Crowley to a sofa, who simply shook his head.

He hadn’t thought about it since Aziraphale had said to earlier, and was regretting the pressure he’d put on himself now that he was sat down in Aziraphale’s home.

Aziraphale sat down beside him, keeping a couple feet distance between them. “Would you rather go out or eat in?”

“In... something quick, please.”

“How about I give you my phone and you can choose whatever you like? No pressure.” Aziraphale said softly, getting his phone from his waistcoat and holding it out.

Crowley took it slowly and curled into the corner of the sofa, scrolling through the food delivery app and seeing what there was to offer.

Aziraphale picked up a book that was on the coffee table, busying himself whilst Crowley found something for dinner. It wasn’t clear how much time had passed; Aziraphale only looked up once he felt Crowley tap him on the arm, the musician holding his phone out with a shy smile on his face.

Crowley allowed Aziraphale to pull him closer, the older man keeping an arm around his waist as he leant on his shoulder. Aziraphale hummed and pressed a kiss to the top of Crowley’s head, going through to add his own meal to the order before placing it for delivery. Crowley couldn’t help but curl into the others side, absorbing the warmth that Aziraphale’s embrace seemed to practically radiate with.

As they waited for food to arrive, Aziraphale asked about Crowley’s day, the musician telling him about the few memorable things that happened over the course of his shift. Crowley asked Aziraphale his own questions, learning about how the older man spent his afternoon when he wasn’t staring through the window of the coffee shop. He learnt about the book Aziraphale had been reading, the shelves he had organised, the conversations with customers that all ended in them leaving empty handed. He learnt about what Aziraphale was thinking, about where his mind had wandered as the evening drew closer.

“I thought about you a lot too,” Crowley said after Aziraphale told him about how he wished Crowley’s shift would end faster to give him an excuse to hold him again.

“Oh?” Crowley couldn’t ignore how Aziraphale’s hand had migrated from his waist to his thigh, gently petting his denim-clad skin. “Tell me more.”

The musician looked up at him, “just... general stuff,” he said quietly.

“Like? C’mon dear, I don’t judge.”

Crowley blushed and buried his face in Aziraphale’s shoulder, looking away from the bookseller. “Like... mmph... meeting people you work with, or what your parents would think, or uhm... like what people will see when we’re.. out...” Crowley swallowed, “and the thing we did yesterday.” He looked up, expecting to see some sort of hurt emotion on Aziraphale’s face, or something more disgusted, but Crowley was pleasantly surprised when all he was met with was a happy smile and red cheeks.

“What do you want people to see when we’re out?”

Oh, so that’s what they were talking about now.

“I dunno... something normal.”

“Normal is rather far-fetched with an agreement like ours dear,” Aziraphale said softly.

“Mmph... I know, just-“

Aziraphale pressed a kiss to his cheek, and then another to his forehead, and a final one to his lips. “We can try and do normal.”

Crowley nodded and tucked his head underneath Aziraphale’s chin, an action that was short lived as Aziraphale said: “Now about what happened yesterday...” the older man’s hand was still rubbing his thigh, his voice quiet as Crowley peered up at him.

The two gazed at each other, eyes locked as the musician tried to ignore Aziraphale’s hand on his thigh. Moments passed of simple staring and gentle one-sided touching, Crowley hesitating to rest his hands anywhere other than his lap.

A knock at the door caused Crowley to practically jump out of his skin, leaping away from Aziraphale before attempting to play it cool. He sat back against the sofa, watching as Aziraphale calmly stood from the sofa and answered the door, taking the food delivery and tipping the driver graciously.

As Aziraphale returned, Crowley pretended to be busy on his phone, only glancing up to meet Aziraphale’s eyes before darting back to his phone. Aziraphale only chuckled and pulled the food containers put of the bag and onto the coffee table, before leaning over and pecking Crowley’s cheek, mumbling “come eat,” against his skin.

Crowley nodded softly and slowly put his phone down, noting how Aziraphale remained close as he did so. The musician simply smiled up at him and leant forwards to pick up his food, watching as Aziraphale did the same. Curled into the corner of the sofa, Crowley opened his food and the cutlery that came with it and ate, noticing how Aziraphale left him alone for the time being. The two talked them participated in a one sided conversation, Aziraphale asking questions for Crowley to nod or shake his head to, the musician slowly unfurling and sitting closer to the other.

“Did I make you uncomfortable?”

Crowley looked away from his food to look at Aziraphale, “What?”

“Earlier, when the food arrived,” Aziraphale explained, “I was touching you and now you’re not coming very close, I just hope I haven’t over stepped your boundaries.”

“Oh,” Crowley almost whispered, “no, not uncomfortable, sorry, just uhm... different.” He haphazardly explained. “Not really used to it, but didn’t make me uncomfortable.”

Aziraphale let out a sigh of relief, placing his now empty food container down and turning to face Crowley properly. “How come it’s different?” He asked softly.

“ngk, haven’t had a... relationship for a long time, just hook-ups, nothing serious enough that there’s enough time for casual touching.”

Aziraphale nodded, “Do you prefer that? Hookups?”

“Not really, not most of the time anyway,” Crowley said softly, “I like the personal stuff, having someone look after me for once, I like it... uhm, when you hold me and touch me, all I thought about after you left...”

Aziraphale smiled softly and shuffled to sit closer to Crowley, holding an arm out to the younger man, an invitation which he less than hesitantly accepted. “May I continue?”

Crowley nodded and curled in close, finishing off the last of his food as Aziraphale wrapped his arm around his waist, continuing his gentle touches and kisses. He put his now empty food container on the table and allowed Aziraphale to pull him into his lap, smiling as he leant against the older man. Crowley couldn’t help but let his mind wander and Aziraphale continued his innocent touches, thinking about the other man’s hands all over him, under his clothes, weaved into his hair. Glancing up at Aziraphale, Crowley thought back to their agreement, and then to the burning sensation Aziraphale’s fingers now left on his body.

It wasn’t until Crowley felt the tingling sensation of Aziraphale’s hands on his inner thigh that he recognised his own arousal. He could feel himself leaning into the other man’s hold, wishing Aziraphale’s hand would touch him where he needed it most.

“Is this alright?” Aziraphale mumbled softly, smiling at Crowley’s near desperate nod. He allowed his hands to wander further in, cautiously noting Crowley’s reaction as he rested his hand on the younger mans groin. Earning verbal consent, Aziraphale carefully unzipped the fly of Crowley’s jeans, gently sliding his hand into the waistband of his boxers and palming the man carefully.

Crowley gasped softly at the feeling of Aziraphale’s soft hands on him, he keened, tucking his face into Aziraphale’s chest as the other continued palming him gently. The musician couldn’t help but allow his own hands to wander towards the fly of Aziraphale’s slacks, attempting to return the favour, however his hands were stopped short by Aziraphale’s free one, Crowley blushing as the other whispered: “Let me look after you.”

When Aziraphale’s fingers finally wrapped around his dick properly, Crowley let out a moan, hand reaching out to grip onto the older man’s arm. Aziraphale couldn’t help but smile as he watched Crowley’s eyes shut in pleasure, back arching in a gentle curve as he began pumping his hand, allowing him to bask in the long overdue pleasure he could supply.

Aziraphale pressed gentle kisses to Crowley’s cheeks, trailing his lips along the younger man’s jaw and to his neck, before pressing a final one to his shoulder and beginning the process once again. Crowley keened against him, hands fisting the sleeve of Aziraphale’s shirt as the movement on his cock sped up. The musician practically melted into Aziraphale’s hold, moans slipping past his lips in a tenor he didn’t know he was capable of.

“Angel!” He gasped when Aziraphale squeezed his shaft, the pet name slipping out before he could even stop himself. The older man simply grinned and pumped his hand faster causing a string of curses and more repeats of the accidental nickname to pour from Crowley’s lips, before he was babbling that he was close, cumming over his thighs and Aziraphale’s fingers with a deep shudder.

Crowley nestled into Aziraphale’s side as the older man ran his fingers through his hair, the two sitting in a comfortable silence as Crowley caught his breath. With cum drying quickly on his thighs, Crowley shifted in mild discomfort, before beginning to stand from his place on Aziraphale’s lap. The older man stopped him in his tracks, grabbing a tissue from the box on the coffee table and cleaning Crowley up before scooping him into his arms and standing from the sofa.

“Mmph-“ Crowley huffed, glancing up at him questioningly.

“Shall we get a bath dear boy?” Aziraphale smiled softly, pressing a kiss to Crowley’s forehead.

Earning a nod, Aziraphale carried Crowley upstairs and into the bathroom, carefully setting him on the sink counter to run a bath. He added bubble bath and lent a tray across the top, fetching various soaps and scrubs. He set the items on the tray before walking over and standing between Crowley’s legs.

Crowley undressed himself , kicking his jeans off and tugging them of when they got stuck on his ankles. He slowly pulled his shirt off too, sitting in his boxers as he peered up at Aziraphale. The other man in question grinned at the sight of Crowley now bare chest, before allowing Crowley to kick his boxers off before lifting him up and carrying him to the bath. Aziraphale set Crowley in the warm water, kneeling beside the tub allowing the musician to get comfortable. He took a bottle of body wash and pouring some onto a wash cloth, before beginning to wipe him down once gaining consent.

“I don’t need all this Angel...”

“Nonsense, aftercare after sex is necessary.”

“That was hardly sex...” Crowley mumbled, “and I don’t want to be wasting your water.”

“Oh hush, you never have to worry about that.”

Crowley could only blush and allow Aziraphale to clean his body, he turned to allow him to reach his back, relaxing under the other man’s gentle touches.

“This is beautiful,” Aziraphale said softly, running his fingers gently down Crowley’s back, where a tattoo of a red and black snake marked his skin.

“Thanks,” Crowley whispered, “got it for my 18th birthday... I’d like more... maybe on my arms.”

Aziraphale smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to the tattoo, “that would be lovely...”

After the bath, Crowley was wrapped in one of Aziraphale’s robes, sitting in front of the mirror and carefully towel drying his hair. Aziraphale sat on the bed behind him, watching the way Crowley’s hands expertly moved his hair into the position he liked. Crowley glanced at him through the mirror, eyes only catching for a moment before he was looking away again.

When he was satisfied with his hair, Crowley stood and crawled onto the bed with Aziraphale, leaning into his side once the position was offered. Aziraphale carefully placed a kiss to the top of his hair, holding Crowley close and keeping the musician warm. He leant back, laying against the pillows with Crowley’s head on his chest, the two simply cuddling atop the bedsheets. Aziraphale wrapped both arms around Crowley, pulling him closer in order to properly provide after-care cuddles.

“Mmph, can’t stay long,” Crowley mumbled, pressing his nose into Aziraphale’s shirt.

“No?”

“No... got stuff tonight, with Bee.”

Aziraphale hummed and nodded, “then we better make the most of it hm?”

Crowley smiled drowsily and curled in closer, peering up at Aziraphale through his eyelashes. The older man smiled and kissed his forehead, whispering sweet nothings until Crowley began to nod off. The musician fought to stay awake, but soon gave into the sleep that grappled him, finding comfort in the warm that Aziraphale provided.

Aziraphale let Crowley sleep for a little while, he wasn’t sure what time his plans with Bee were, but he assumed that with how fast he had fallen asleep, Crowley deserved that extra nap. He watched Crowley’s chest rise and fall with each breath, watched his lips part and eyelashes flutter gently, watched as a lock of hair fell from its place and into his eyes. Aziraphale gently brushed the hair from his eyes and pressed a kiss to his forehead, before laying back and enjoying the quiet closeness.

Crowley slept for 3 quarters of an hour, eyes fluttering open, before he sat upright in a panic, accidentally slapping Aziraphale’s chest.

“Ngk, sorry, wha’s time?”

“About 9:30, you didn’t sleep too long.”

Crowley nodded and huffed, looking down at where Aziraphale was stilling laying.

“What time are you meeting Bee?” Aziraphale queried.

“Uhm.... bout 10... better get going,” Crowley mumbled. He watched as Aziraphale finally sat up, the older man pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Better get dressed then my dear, i'll walk you out.”

As promised, Crowley did pick up his guitar and practise once he was home, he made sure it was properly tuned and practised a couple of chords, before Bee was texting him that they were outside and he had to pack up to go and meet them. He practically floated down the stairs that lead to the pavement, guitar slung over his shoulder as he greeted Bee.

“Ready?” they asked, eyeing Crowley’s restless hands. The musician was flexing his fingers quickly and shaking his hands at his sides.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Crowley said, continuing to stim.

Bee only hummed and started walking, hands buried in their pockets as Crowley trailed behind. They waited awhile before finally saying:

“You good? You haven’t stopped-“ they mimicked his hand movements, -“you’re not nervous are you? You’ve performed here loads.”

“Ngk, s’nothing, not nervous.”

Bee nodded slowly, not convinced, but dropped the subject and continued the walk in silence. The two approached the bar that both had seen many times, it was one of Crowley’s more regular gigs, most people that worked there knew him, and at least he could score a free drink every now and then. Bee held the door open as Crowley stepped inside, throwing a 2 finger salute to the girl working the bar, she smiled back at him with a nod, and Crowley left Bee to go and set up.

Setting up was always his favourite bit, the regulars would come and sit nearer the front to chat and keep him company, sometimes receiving certain requests or that he come and join them for drinks once he was done (which he usually declined). His favourite regular by far was a young person who went by the name Muriel, the first time he’d met them they had been dragged to the bar by some co-workers and promptly left at the table whilst they all went to the bar to get Shitfaced. They had watched silently, but always smiled and waved whenever Crowley caught their eye or in-between songs. It took a couple more nights until the two spoke, Muriel had approached Crowley as he was packing up and introduced themself. Now, whenever Crowley worked here, Muriel was always the first face he looked for in the crowd of tables.

“Hiya Mr Crowley,” they said, sidling up next to him.

Crowley grinned as he out his guitar down, “Hello Muriel, alone again tonight?”

They nodded somewhat enthusiastically, before hopping up to set on the edge of the stage. They kicked their feet lightly and the two made idle chatter as Crowley finished setting up. Muriel told Crowley all about work and what they’d been up to, whilst Crowley nodded long and occasionally let slip a few details of his own. The two continued talking until it was time for Crowley’s set to start, and a small crowd had formed to listen to their regularly scheduled musician.

Crowley felt in his element in the bar, he had people who actually enjoyed listening to him, he felt comfortable to be more open and himself. Having friends only made the experience so much better, he would never trade the memories he’d made here with anything else. He played a couple of songs from his normal set before taking a handful of suggestions, ranging from the classics to some he had to Google sheet music for; no one cared how well he played, they just enjoyed how personal it was, and everyone had fun.

It was almost midnight when he finally finished, wiping the sweat from his forehead and hopping from the stage to join Bee at the bar. A cold glass of beer had been passed his way, which he accepted gratefully as he leant against the counter. Muriel approached the two slowly, before taking a seat on the other side of Crowley.

“Heya Muriel!” Bee cheered loudly, tipsy, “drink darlin’?”

“Just a j20 Bee,” they half-shouted over the music now playing over the speakers.

Bee nodded, “you got it.”

A j20 spritz was soon slid to the sober of the three, and Muriel accepted it eagerly, clinking the bottle with Crowley’s glass before sipping at the drink. The three participated in half-drunk chatter as Crowley worked off the adrenaline from his set.

No one kept track of how much time passed, only leaving when Muriel’s yawns became frequent, Crowley offering his apartment for the night. With Bee leaning on his shoulder, Crowley led the way home, keeping up the soft chatter between himself and Muriel, more to keep them awake and aware than anything.

He gave Muriel his keys once they’d reached the steps leading to the front door of the building, allowing himself a free hand to help Bee up the stairs and then to the next set that led to his apartment. Once inside, Crowley dumped his friend onto the bed, sighing when they groaned and swaddled themself with his blankets.

“Let me get you some clothes and set up the sofa Muriel...” he said quietly, “Could you get Bee some water? Cups are in the top right cupboard.”

Muriel nodded and did as they were requested as Crowley found some clean pyjamas for them to borrow and sorted out the sofa. The two got settled for bed, Muriel offering to take the sofa and Crowley scooting in next to Bee, who had already taken up three quarters of the bed.

“Bee move your ass,” Crowley hissed, earning a simple groan as they shuffled to give him more space.

He laid back and ignored Bee as they rolled over to face him, pulling up his phone to check if the bar had sent him the money from todays gig. When he opened the app, his total was more than he’d expected, confused, Crowley went to check the tab which told him any transfers had been made to and from his account.

“Shit...” he mumbled, causing Bee to perk up and nosily peer at his phone.

They snorted and grinned, “You musta done good today for him to pay you that much, gabe didn’t even pay me £350 our first day together.” Crowley didn’t meet their eye, still staring at Aziraphale’s name on his screen. “what’dya get up to anyway?”

“We didn’t.. fuck or anything,” Crowley whispered, “but we didn’t... keep out hands to ourselves. And he gave me a bath after... and let me nap on him... it was nice...”

Bee laughed loudly, earning a long ‘shhh’ from Crowley, and then rolled to lay their arm over his chest, “Well done Crowley,” they slurred, before dozing off without a moments pause. Crowley sighed and put his phone down, before pulling a blanket around Bee properly, pressing a soft kiss to his best friends forehead, and closing his eyes to sleep. He didn’t miss how they curled in closer, and sighed contently as the two drifted off.

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[cyberghu0l]

Take a Break

Shuri × fem reader

Your wife, Shuri had been staying up in her lab the past couple nights and not paying you attention as she use to. She realizes she must pay you close mind after you give birth to your twins.

Another day, another morning without waking up to your wife next to you. It was hurting your heart to not have her here with you during your pregnancy. She was in earlier months, but after the death of her mother, she became preoccupied in her lab, day and night. Instead, she had caretakers by your side every minute of the day.

You had to admit, they were helpful. Assisting you in the mornings, and at night, making meals healthy for you and the babies, and even helping you shower when the pain was unbearable. After your breakfast, you decided to check in on Shuri at her lab. Okoye saw you approaching and helped you walking down the glass spiral.

"My queen, someone is here to visit you. Even though she should be back at the palace, resting." Okoye looked at you sternly, you only laughed at her. "I was actually going to ask you to bring her here for a check up." You sat on the bed. "You're too kind my queen." You put a hand on your chest looking her, she laughed at your scene.

"I can get a check up, but you cannot see your pregnant wife in the morning?" She looked at you sincerely. "Sthandwa, you know how it is. The suit and the village-"

"You do not need to explain yourself, Shuri. Anything?" She looked at your vitals closely, then at the twins'. "Bast, you weren't suppose to be due for another 2 weeks." She exclaimed. "What do you mean?" "By the looks of it, they'll be here next week." She smiled you, taking your hand in hers. You were happy to finally meet your babies, after all the last 4 months you were alone in the process.

Just then you felt a kick, causing your body to jerk. "They are eager to finally see the world. Here." You took her hand and placed it on your stomach and waited a second before you felt another kick. The queen laughed. She returned to checking for anything new.

Once you woke, it was already dinner time. You sat at the table with a plate of food in front of you, but an empty chair. "Griot." You spoke. "Yes, queen." "Where is the queen now?" "Searching for Queen Shuri's whereabouts. She is located in her lab, your majesty." You sighed and ate in silence. When you were finished you put the now cold food in the fridge.

"Come home Sthandwa, I miss you. These maids do not nearly come close to your presence, to your love." She turned her head slightly. Then back to her work. "I will be there for dinner, do not worry." You smiled hoping she would keep her promise this time. A caretaker took you back to the palace, and up to your shared bedroom where you fell asleep.

Just then Ayo appeared. She crossed her arms over her chest bowing her head. You did the same. "My queen, Shuri has asked me to tell you she will late to bed." You sighed. "I figured. Thank you-" You felt a sharp pain in your lower stomach. Then another sharper one, making you lose your balance. Before you hit the floor, Ayo caught you.

"My queen, tell me what is wrong." The pain didn't stop, then you felt a liquid run down your leg. "The babies, they are ready." Ayo rushed you to a different room in the palace. Shuri had it built for you to give birth. "AUUUUGH!" You groaned loudly, tears streaming down your face. Maids and Doras surrounded the bed as you gripped the sheets.

"Griot! Get the queen!" "Yes, your majesty." The AI responded. "It is happening." A maid looked at you and Okoye. "Oh Bast." Okoye looked down at your weakened state. She held your hand, gripping it. "Push my queen." You screamed and pushed like your life depended on it. It felt as if your insides were being ripped apart. "One more!" You gripped onto Okoye's hand even stronger as you pushed.

Soon you heard cries. "It is a boy!" She said looking at the two of you. Okoye smiled. Your head laid back on the pillows till you felt another sharp pain. Suddenly, as if it happened in an instant, you heard cries again. "It is another boy, my queen. Congratulations." The maid smiled at you. You laughed resting your head on the pillows again.

Another maid came to wipe your face from sweat and tears and another cleaned up in between your legs. It had been a little over an hour and you began to wonder where your wife was. You asked Griot to call her here, and his systems are up to date. You looked over and saw Okoye talking to Ayo quietly.

"Well go and find her." Then Ayo and three other Doras were on their way. "Where is she?" You asked her. "I am sure she will be here soon. Get some rest, the babies are fine." "Can I see them?" Two maids brought over the babies and you held both in your arms. Tears found their way down your face again as you watched their peaceful faces sleeping.

a lil two part series because im feeling nice🤞🏽ive been on a search for a replica to Shuri's orange sweater with the crosses on the sleeve for the longest bcs a friend asked abt it, can't find it nowhere💔anyways part 2 will be up sometime soon, i love yall so i won't make you wait so long

#black panther #letitia wright #shuri black panther #shuri udaku #shuri udaku x reader #shuri x black!reader #shuri x f!reader #shuri x you #princess shuri #queen shuri #fem reader #poc reader #lgbtq #mcu black panther #mcu shuri #marvel black panther

[musei-thoughts]

𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯, 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐𝘐.

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘐𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵, 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 (?)

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 551 𝘸.

𝙖/𝙣: 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘝𝘰𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴! 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘐𝘬𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴. 𝘮𝘸𝘢𝘩 ( ˘ ³˘)♥

"And now I present to you…

Mr. and Mrs. Akuma..."

Ike stood at the altar, eyes glistening with tears along with a bittersweet smile gracing his face.

He was happy…

For both of them.

Ike Eveland.

A great friend. A novelist. A lover, and a giver.

A person who just had to get hurt for the sake of other people's happiness. But aside from the pain, as long as his two favorite people are happy, that's all that mattered to him.

No matter how many nights he spends in the bar just to get his mind off the pain.

No matter how much he misses her company, presence, and warmth in his now lonely apartment.

No matter how many times he has to convince himself that, hey, things aren't the way that they used to be.

It's not the way he loved it to be.

Back then, every morning, he would wake up to check up on her, seeing if she had stayed up late once more, listening to those serial killer podcasts till sunrise.

He would always cook for both of them.

Ike would get so many compliments from her about his food and she would often offer to do the dishes, but since Ike was a gentleman, he didn't let her do all the work and helped her clean up.

They would spend the evening cleaning in the kitchen, with the two of them often ending up dancing with each other after they finished.

The slow dances they shared. The feelings that were left untold. The longing in Ike's heart.

All those memories.

But now… Now they can't even share an embrace without him feeling pain.

It was unfair.

"It's so unfair…"

After all, he was there first.

To give her a home, to be her friend, to understand her, to comfort her…

To love her…

Ike was the first in everything.

Everything but her heart.

He felt his eyes sting again at the thought, his chest tightening painfully.

He could hear her laughter echoing in his ears like a symphony and all her soft touches that were so gentle but still sent shivers throughout his whole body.

She was such an amazing woman and he knew he would never deserve her. He was nothing compared to her.

She was perfect for him.

And yet…Yet when he saw her getting married, and being taken away from him, all he wanted was to have her back. All he wanted was for her to come back to him, no matter what the cost.

But he wasn't that selfish.

If only he had the heart to be…she would've been in his arms right now.

But she's not, nor will she ever be.

'I had the chance, but I didn't take it…'

Though, he didn't need to worry about her.

As much as Ike wanted to be the one to care for her, someone already is doing that for him.

Vox will take care of her.

I mean…

"Ike hurry up! You'll miss the countdown!"

…he already found someone else to take care of.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a second."

Someone to love despite all the pain that he went through.

"….3….2….1….HAPPY MIKU DAY IKE!"

Someone willing to help him heal.

And that someone is…

"Happy Miku day, älskling."

….You,

His Haven.

𝘢/𝘯: 𝘠𝘢𝘺𝘺! 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘐𝘬𝘦! 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘢'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘵𝘩 :) 𝘛𝘣𝘩, 𝘪 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐??

← 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 │ 𝘕𝘦𝘹𝘵 →

#shu yamino #ike eveland #vtubers #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias #nijisanji #vox akuma #ike eveland x reader #nijisanjien #ike x reader #ike eveland x you #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en x reader #nijien #luxiem #nijisanji fluff #luxiem fluff #nijifiction

[colorfulunknowntree]

Dirty Pick Up Lines (1/2)

Warning ⚠️ :- Dirty Pick Up Lines, 18+, long hair Charles, Charles Can Walk!!

Summary :- Charles Xavier your boyfriend for 6 months, gets a dare from Raven to say you dirty pick up lines on you for one day. Later he regrets it.....

Charles looks at you with a pervert smirk, you really wish you had telepathy so you can go inside his head but too bad you don't. You can control water and convert it into any state you want. It's a bit weird but you don't complaint about it.

He have been looking at you like a pervert since morning and you know what he is thinking, after all you guys have been in relationship for 6 months.

"For heavens shake what do you want?"

"I want you in the class, while I teach the students" He ignores your questions and instead ask you to attend his class. You just nod as you don't have any class to teach now so you follow him, sitting a bit far from other students.

The class was continuing calmly as the only voice was of Charles until you hear...

'Y/n?'

You look at Charles you looks at you for a split second with a smirk on his face.

'What?'

You asked confused that why was he using his telepathy power to talk to you.

'I wanna treat you like my office work'

You frowned confused at his comment, before you can ask him what he means, he continues

'I wanna treat you like my office work, slam you on my table and so you all night'

You chocked as he finished his sentence, all the students turned around looking at you.

"Are you okay Y/n?" Charles asked, you didn't miss the smirk on his face that came and went.

Your face all red from coughing as you looked around and glared at Charles.

"I'm fine, I think someone was cursing me" You said as Chass just shook his head.

"It's okay if you want to leave"

"I will stay" and you regretted it as Charles was saying you dirty pick up lines in every one minute.

You looked at you watch and there was still 30 minutes for the class to be over. You got and left the class silently not wanting to disturb the class.

"Are you okay?" It was Raven, she was in her blue skin. You loved her like this, when you first saw her you doubted that you might fall for her.

"What is wrong with you brother?"

"Why what happened?"

"He is been saying dirty pick up lines sin-" you paused as you heard him again.

'Are you hunted house? Because I'm gonna scream when I'm inside you'

"Is he still using pick up lines?"

"How did you know?"

"Well I dared him last night to tell you dirty pick up lines all day"

"All day?"

"Is it that bad?"

"He is worst, even I can tell good pick up lines"

"Oh I regret it, but it might be fun"

"For him"

"I mean for you" You were a bit confused, but then Raven pulled you closer and said you a plan.

"Hmm I like it, but I still have to listen to his pick up lines till night"

"How bad can the be? Tell me one"

"Don't complaint me-"

Y/n paused as she heard another pick up lines and groaned

"Come on tell me what he said"

"FBI want's to steal my pênis, help me hide it inside you" Raven twisted her face in disgust.

"He is so bad at it"

"Said you" You let out an sign as you're gonna hear more of it.

"Don't worry, just hold up till night"

"He's really gonna regret it" You said but slammed your face as you heard another one.

'Charles is dead'

#charles xavier x reader #charles xavier #softdom #truth and dare #dirty pick up lines #Spotify

[sargentpotato-probably]

The storm had started to die down, and the hospital permitted their leave.

It was still pouring outside though.

Mari was waiting in the parking lot. 

They made a mad dash to the car to stay as dry as possible.

"Sunny! How do you feel?" 

The face she wore was purely filled with glee.

"Eh, fine enough… I still ache but I'm fine." He replied.

They climbed inside and buckled up.

She turned the windshield wipers on and backed out of the spot.

The car slowed down and pulled into the driveway, the rain had calmed significantly.

Mari turned the car off and everyone walked over to the front door.

The door swung open and they all walked in, absolutely drenched.

"Wow, we're soaked." Mari mentioned.

"Glorious observation…" Aubrey said mockingly.

"Thanks, I didn't go to college for nothing…" Mari replied snarkily. 

Sunny chuckled.

"Well, I need to take a shower then get back to Hero. So after I'm done I'm leaving." Mari informed them

"Ok, got it." They responded.

 

She went upstairs to grab a change of clothes.

"I'm tired… and I need a change of clothes…" Aubrey mumbled.

"Same…"

Mari walked into the bathroom and shut the door.

The duo walked upstairs and into the bedroom to change.

"Well, how are we gonna do this…" Sunny said nervously.

"Oh… uh, I didn't think about that…" she said embarrassed.

I"Well, I mean I guess it's fine if you don't peak…."

They both turned around and started changing.

Sunny felt kinda embarrassed, but this also made him curious.

Despite everything telling him not to look he carefully looked behind him.

Aubrey's eyes met this.

They both turned back around and their faces turned bright red.

Mari stepped out of the shower and got dressed.

She left the bathroom and entered the bedroom.

"I'm going over to Hero's n-"

She stopped mid sentence at the sight of 2 half naked people and covered her eyes.

"What the fuck, guys! You could've waited till I was gone before you two started going at it!" 

Aubrey yelped.

"We were just changing! We weren't doing anything!" Sunny desperately tries to explain but he doesn't think Mari is taking it.

Mari chuckles. "Yeah, ok… I'll believe that when hell freezes over."

"W-well, it's gonna start getting real cold now!" Aubrey covers herself up with a long shirt.

Mari closes the door.

Aubrey sighs and sits on the bed and buries her head to hide how embarrassed she is while Sunny finishes getting dressed.

They felt so awkward now, but did it need to be addressed? 

"Hey, U-uh, are you ready for bed?" Aubrey asked nervously.

He nods. He wasn't really tired but he could never turn down an excuse to hold Aubrey close to him. Even so, he still felt awkward about accepting it.

They climbed into bed together, but something felt odd.

"Why is there another pillow here?" Sunny asked.

"Oh, uh… I used it yesterday…" She replied.

She yawned and wrapped her arms around him, she missed this. It felt so warm, and cozy. 

"I'm so happy you're back, Sunny, I felt so lonely…" She said, closing her eyes.

"Me too…"

Sunny glanced at the clock again.

"1:34… ugh."

He had sat there for hours not moving a muscle to make sure Aubrey wouldn't wake up.

He couldn't sleep, he wasn't tired at all.

He looked at the clock every time it had changed, it was driving him insane.

The only thing keeping him from truly going insane was being in Aubrey's arms. It was comfortable for him.

He realized whose arms he was in and instantly felt warm, drowsy even.

He wasn't sure he'd be able to sleep, but he would at least try.

He closed his eyes.

What felt like an instant later, he opened his eyes to sunlight, he glanced over to the clock.

"H-huh? 7:04…"

He felt rested, and his body ached less.

He looked to the side and saw Aubrey staring into his eyes.

"O-oh, Good morning, Aubrey." He was surprised that she was awake.

She smiled. "Good morning, Sunny. How do you feel?"

"Fine, I still ache and hurt, but it's manageable.

She inched closer to him and put her head on his chest.

"That's good, it seems like you'll be fine in a few days." She said cheerfully.

"Yeah, That'd be nice."  

They stayed in bed for a while, there wasn't any rush to get up.

They felt comfortable together, they didn't want to move, but the universe had other plans for the duo.

There was a knock at the door downstairs. 

"Ugh… I'd better get that…" Sunny groaned.

He escaped Aubrey's arms and got up.

The bedroom door creaked open and Sunny walked down the stairs.

There was another knock at the door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming…" He grumbled.

He walked to the door and opened it.

He was met by the timid face of Basil.

Basil's eyes widened when he saw Sunny.

"Sunny! I didn't know you were back! How are you?" He asked excitedly.

"O-oh, hello Basil… I didn't expect you. I'm fine, you?" 

"Better now that I know you're fine… but… I need to talk to you, if that's fine." He said, sounding a little more sad.

"Yeah, sure… come in." He opened the door all the way and let him inside.

"I'll be there in a second…" Sunny walked up the stairs to his room.

He opened the door and walked over to Aubrey.

"Who was it?" She asked.

"It was Basil. He said he needed to talk to me, I'll be downstairs if you need anything." He answered.

Aubrey rolled back under the covers and closed her eyes.

He left the room and returned to Basil.

"Ok, what's up?" Sunny started.

He looked at Basil, he looked grim.

"Are you ok?"

"Not really… my grandmother isn't doing well, I'm afraid she won't last much longer." He replied in a somber tone.

Sunny paused for a moment to collect his thoughts.

"Oh… it's gotten worse hasn't it." 

Y-yeah, I'm not sure how much time s-she has left." He said, tearing up.

Sunny looked at Basil, he realized how much he looked like a wreck, he wished he had noticed it sooner.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, I wish she would get better, but just in case… spend every second you can with her." 

He nodded.

"If you need anything at all, everyone is here for you, don't you forget about that." Sunny mentioned.

"O-ok, thank you Sunny…" 

Sunny walked over to him and hugged him.

"I'm going to take your advice and sit with her. Thank you…" Basil said as he walked to the door.

He opened the door and left.

Sunny felt terrible, he knew Basil was going through a rough time already, this wasn't helping him.

He climbed back up the stairs and went back into the bedroom.

"I'm back, you awake?" 

Aubrey rolled over and looked at him.

She looked dead in his eyes and said "Nope, not at all."

Sunny chuckled. "Ok, see ya when you wake up."

"Wait, no I'm up… don't leave." She said desperately.

Sunny smiled.

He walked up to the bed and sat down with her.

"So what was that about?" Aubrey asked.

"Oh, Basil's grandma isn't doing great… she may not be here much longer." He replied.

"Aww, that's horrible… we gotta be there for him if anything happens."

Sunny nodded in agreement.

"I told him to spend as much time as he can with her, just in case."

"Good, he needs that." She replied.

Sunny crawled back into bed and hugged her.

They sat in silence for a while, they just cuddled for a while.

They sat together all morning until they heard the front door open again.

"That must be Mari, I'll get it." Sunny said.

He got up and walked down the stairs and sure enough Mari was there.

"Oh, morning Sunny. Where's Aubrey?" She asked.

"Upstairs, we haven't done much today so far." He replied.

"Well, do you guys want something to do?"

"Huh? What do you mean? Like chores or something?" He groaned.

"Nope! Even better, guess." Mari said grinning.

Sunny knew what this meant. Everytime Mari made him guess something, she had something big planned, something unexpected. She did it with the violin, and many other surprises.

"What did you do Mari…"

"That's not a guess… I won't answer till you guess." She said, smirking.

"Oh lord, uh… you bought me a car? Giving me that $15 you owe me from 3 years ago? Another instrument to kill someone with? A rock?"

"Hmm, the $15 is close, it's about how much this cost… so in turn we'll cut the debt." She bargained. 

"So… what did you do?" He asked, curious.

"Close your eyes." She instructed.

He did as told and he felt something grasp his hands and he felt something almost weightless and flat lie in his hand.

"Open them."

He opened his eyes and looked down at his hand.

It was a pair of tickets to the theater.

"Huh? You got tickets to the movie for us? 

"For you and Aubrey."

"Oh, that was nice… but I could've paid for it, you didn't have to spend anything on us." He mentioned. 

Mari smiled.

"You know how I am, I can't help it. The movie starts at 6 today, does that sound good?"

"Yeah, that's good…" he replied.

"Good, now don't keep your date waiting." Mari teased.

Sunny looked flushed.

"If you call it that then I'm not taking it."

"And disappoint your date? That's what I thought." Mari said, walking out the door.

Sunny sighed.

"Well… better tell Aubrey." He thought to himself.

He walked up the stairs and was met by Aubrey.

"I think I'm up for the day, I'm kinda hungry." She said.

"Oh, sure. I can make something for you real quick." He answered. 

They walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Oh yeah, what did Mari want?" She asked.

"I'll tell you after you eat." He replied. 

"Ok. Oh, what are you gonna make?"

Sunny opened the pantry. They had just stocked it up yesterday. 

"Uh, you want some pancakes?" Sunny asked.

"Oooh, sure. You make some damn good pancakes." Aubrey replied.

"Ok, how many?" 

"Three should do." 

"Got it, three pancakes coming right up."

Sunny pulled out the ingredients and started the stove.

"Want syrup?"

"Yeah, I'll grab it."

She went to the fridge and grabbed it.

"Hey, do you think it'd be ok if I helped? I kinda wanna learn to cook better." She asked, putting down the syrup.

"Yeah sure, can you grab the whisk for me?" He replied.

She grabbed it and handed it to him.

They sat together and she learned how to make pancakes.

"Ok, now we can put it on the plate with the others." He instructed.

She picked the last pancake up and put it on the plate.

"There we go. Now, you can eat it. It should be good."

She took a bite, it was pretty good. She was content with how she did.

"How did you do?" He asked.

"I think I did well for my first try." 

Sunny reached into his pocket.

"Now, what Mari wanted." He started.

He pulled out the tickets and showed them to her.

"Here, take a look." Sunny said, handing her one.

Aubrey took it and looked at it.

"Did she give us tickets to the theater?"

Sunny nodded.

"Wow, that was really nice of her." She answered gratefully. 

"We'll have to thank her later. Also the movie is in a few hours." He informed her.

"Ok, well… what do you wanna do until then? It's noon right now." 

Sunny thought for a second. They didn't have anywhere to go, they got groceries already. They had a lot of pocket money, and Sunny didn't feel good enough to do labor. 

"Wanna walk through the park or something? It's nice out at the moment." He offered.

"Yeah sure, sounds like a plan to me." Aubrey replied.

#fanfic #omocat #omori #series #aubrey #basil #hero #kel #love #mari #romance #omori au #omori fanfic #omori basil #park #movie night #gift #omori sunset au #omori sunburn #sunburn #sunny #omori sunset #sunset #sunset au #chapter 13 #au #modern au #slowburn #sorry for the lack of art #sorry for the lack of content

[toges-wife]

Mixing Laundry

Notes: thank you for the request luv, I'm sorry it took so long to write it. I hope that I wrote the request well! And you are always welcomed to request <3

˖࣪𖧧 ָ࣪ Toge Inumaki x reader ⟆

This boy, he's just adorable. You both are good friends. If you would like to express how much he means to you, words won't be enough. In fact, nothing could be enough to express how much your friendship means for Toge.

Although both of you were annoying as your dorms were next to each other, yet both of you started forming a friendship which will always stay. Your bond will always be strong.

Seeing you that morning was just something that he didn't expect. The thing that he knows was that he was still in his messy pyjamas he still didn't brush his hair and he knows that you will make fun of him for DAYS.

Toge just loved you, he just felt ugly like that, just when you approached him he immediately blushed from embarrassment. “Good morning Toge” you said yawning and Toge just looked away and replied with “kelp” and just ran away.

Little did he realise that he dropped his hoodie. You immediately picked it up and called him, yet he was busy rushing to do the laundry. “I guess I'll just wash it with my clothes.” you sighed putting it inside of your bag.

Meanwhile Toge just started fixing his looks since he knew that he would meet you there. When you saw him there you didn't even bother to say anything. You thought that maybe you are annoying him. You just left with some sadness in your heart.

Toge just looked at the way you left and broke his heart. What?! “Takana?!” he looked outside of the laundry room but didn't find you.

2 hours didn't pass, yet the was countless times he tried to knock on your door but he hesitates and leave. Toge was sad. Just the fact that he might have ruined the friendship with you...

Panda told him that it's something that happens and that he shouldn't be worried about it, yet he was worried.

Yuta advised him to bake some sweets and wait for them on the balcony while listening to some music. Maybe even design them there.

It was a great idea for Toge, and he did it! He was planning to gift you the sweets as an apology for whatever he did wrong. Toge prepared all of the ingredients and started mixing them together.

He was a great cook. You can't deny it! Even when he was just mixing the smell just made you wonder who was baking.

You stepped out to the balcony and saw him cooking. He was just really pretty. You couldn't take your eyes off him until he noticed.

“kelp!” he said grinning, you couldn't do anything except to wave at him. He placed the mixture on the table and jumped to your balcony as it was close. “Toge.. I'm sorry about earlier...” you looked at his eyes worried. Yet he just tapped your shoulder smiling softly.

You didn't even realise that you should tell him about the hoodie he lost. You were just happy that everything is back to normal.

It wasn't so long till you both finished baking and went back to get the clothes from the dryer. As you were taking yours out you realised that you should give him the hoodie.

“Toge! I totally forgot! Here, I'm so sorry” toge just took it confused how it ended up mixing with your laundry “in the morning, it fell from you, so I picked it up and placed it in my laundry” toge just smiled and nodded to thank you.

Both of you went back to his dorm as the sweets finished baking. Indeed, he did enjoy baking with you. You also did! The best part of it was when you sat and ate them while watching a movie.

His feelings for you will remain bottled up since he didn't want that awkward tension between you both again. He will still love you as ever though...

— 🌱.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.🍃 —

© toges-wife on tumblr. Do not repost or claim any of my works as yours. + do not translate without permission.

#🧵 — writing #🧺 — requests #jujutsu kaisen #inumaki #anime #inumaki to/ge #jjk inumaki #inumaki fluff #inumaki toge #jjk #toge inumaki #jujutsu kaisen inumaki #inumaki scenarios #inumaki icons #inumaki hcs #inumaki x you #inumaki angst #inumaki fanart

[stressedlawsecretary]

Today's Focus

01.24.24 - Happy Wednesday! Boy do I appreciate the extra hour of sleep I get when I don't have to commute to the office! I am extra salty about the state of my city's public transport system after yesterday so staying home is definitely decreasing my stress.

Work - I have a couple efiles to attend to but nothing else. Not really. I'm waiting on emails for one of things JMK asked for but that's about it.

Background Noise - I got 120 to start with on the Watch Later today. I'm really getting down into the longer saved videos I have; I'm doing like 2-3 new uploads that are generally shorter per day, and then my list is going into the 20-30 minute videos.

I mean I still got like 15 videos off the list yesterday for sure, it's just now slower going than it might otherwise be due to video length. Since I'm remote, I'm going to need to balance my YT with my DVR.

Study - It is visual study day, which is good because I have stuff I want to do besides reading today. So I'm going to: complete the last two sections of the FBI report on the murder of Emmett Till, and continue reading articles here and there that relate to my deep dives (at this point those are climate policy, the Horizon IT scandal, and education policy). Then I'm going to focus on my Jeopardy episodes and work through at least a couple episodes each of CBS Sunday Morning and 60 Minutes. By doing that along with the longer videos on my Watch Later, I should have a lot of interesting things to be involved in.

Yesterday I didn't do too badly, I managed to read:

The sections on the grand jury and the admissions given in the FBI report on the murder of Emmett Till

Six (6) articles on climate policy in Australia

A couple (2) articles about the Horizon IT scandal

An article on education policy in America

Three (3) pages of the Glass report

Supernatural Horror in Literature by H.P. Lovecraft [finished]

Five (5) 'good news' articles

& a couple (2) of other random articles I saved

Extras - I'm going to try and be super productive around the house today. I have several things I want to clean/pick up, and I have quite a few other creative things I want to do before hunny comes home and I settle down with dinner and Dekaranger. He has plans to go to bed early since he slept poorly last night, which should give me lots of self-care time later on.

#studyblr #my study stuff #today's focus #talking

[anchor-naut]

oh to be standing under rainy flowers and ferns 

#my art #digital art #oc #original character #rainy #ferns #god i love them #I didn't mean to stay up till 2 in the morning finishing this but when art beckons you dont question it #Pitmedden #oc tag: pluto

[stayevildarling]

Wilhemina Venable x Reader- When the time is right - Pt 1

Part 2, Part 3

word count: 3.8k

warnings: mention of scoliosis, angst + fluff at the end

A/N: This story is kind of an AU. Reader meets Venable when Wilhemina is light Mina (orange hair, adorable, cute, friendly) and they get together. One day Wilhemina breaks it off suddenly and they only reunite years later but Reader is met with a much darker version (dark Mina).

Also, this used to be on my Wattpad but I decided to completely rewrite it and add multiple parts

Taglist:

@lunaticwhittaker, @rainbow-hedgehog, @mrsdeanhoward, @alexajbitar, @in-cordelias-coven, @kenzbro, @loverofallthingssarah, @twistedpoeticjustice, @billiebeanhoward, @minaslittleone, @lilypadscoven, @vintagepaulson, @ninaahs, @whitelotus00, @httpfiftyshadesofgay

-Flashback-

''Are you serious right now after all we have been through?'' you try hard not to scream but it feels like your body is on fire, your lungs are burning, heart racing and your eyes watering. You cannot believe you are having this conversation with your girlfriend Wilhemina right now. After a whole year of knowing each other and eventually giving the relationship a go she is talking about moving on.

'It's for the best'' is all she said in return and then she walked out, cane in her hand hitting the floor hard and not once did she look back, she ignored your cries, you begging her to stay and please turn back around. You keep repeating this is a nightmare and you are gonna wake up any minute to her holding you in her arms. But it was no nightmare and she did walk out of your shared apartment and ever since that day you have tried to move on. But no matter what you did working, moving out of the apartment, meeting friends, getting to know new people it didn't work, Wilhemina was always on your mind, when you are asleep she would visit in your dreams, when you are driving or outside and a song plays, she is there in your memory as if she never left in the first place.

-End of Flashback-

Even right now as you are walking through the streets on your lunch break, coffee in your hand and earphones in your ears listening to music she is here again.

''I never needed you like I do right now....I never hated you like I do right now'' as you hear those lyrics your heart skips a beat and it feels like it is breaking all over again. You tried everything you could think of, start a new job in a new field, you moved to a new city but nothing seems to be able to take your mind off the redhead, clouding your mind, her touch still so present lingering on your skin, her voice still ringing through your ears and the smell of lavender following you wherever you go.

Currently, you are working for a company in California, in the social media department and to promote the brand and their work. It's mostly boring but you do enjoy social media and advertisement so you gladly took the job considering it comes with a higher paycheck and a brand new apartment. There was nothing left in your old city, no friends anymore because you drove them all away as they always talked badly about your ex-girlfriend and the feelings you still have for her. No family because you were kind of always on your own and after quitting your job there, there was nothing holding you back. The woman with red-orange hair and a purple obsession is currently on your mind again and no matter what you do she is stuck in your head, like a catchy record and it hurts. As you think about her a wave of flashbacks hit you, with no way of putting a stop to it and keeping the storm at bay.

''Wilhemina Venable, nice to meet you'' was the first few words that you ever heard her say and for a moment you were so struck that you couldn't even say anything. ''Cat got your tongue hmm?'' was what she said afterward and what got you to snap out of it, introduce yourself, and shake her hand. And when you touched her for the first time you knew you would never ever get tired of feeling her soft hands.

You would also never grow tired of looking into her beautiful brown eyes or the soft smile she would give you whenever she would see you. Back then you just finished college and you took your first job and she was your co-worker. Starting a relationship with a co-worker is sometimes frowned upon and there probably are good reasons for that but you didn't listen, not to your friends telling you not to do it and not to the other co-workers after they noticed the glances you and Wilhemina exchanged at work. But you both never let that stop you and you fell for her and you fell hard.

Although you had some crushes before, mostly on teachers in college or celebrities, you never had been in a relationship before. Every morning before work you would get up so early and make sure to put your best clothes on, you would improve your makeup skills and try different hairstyles to impress Wilhemina and you did. She would notice how often you would come around to her desk and ask her silly questions you both knew the answers to but you pretend you didn't. And eventually, she took all of her confidence and asked you out and that night was the most magical night of your life.

You went to an expensive restaurant and after she took you home and she gave you something that night that was precious and you held onto it till today. Patience. She was your first love and she made sure to not rush, to not hurt you, to be there for you and hold you whenever you needed her. After your first date, you went on some more magical nights together, before you were ready to allow her to love you and to love her in return and she made you feel things you never felt before. She would make your whole body feel beautiful and worthy, all your insecurities left whenever you were around the woman who had many insecurities herself due to her back. And that's probably what you admire most about her, the way she made you feel whenever you were with her.

Thinking about all this, you think back to the many dates you both went on, to restaurants, shopping, the movies, car dates, attending work parties together, going to get drunk together. Life felt so easy with Wilhemina around, although she was a few years older than you she was pure, she was funny, soft, kind, precious and she was innocent. She would always treat people with respect and offer help and you loved her beautiful and kind personality. You never thought that one night after being with each other for almost a year she would randomly walk out of your life and not once turn back around or try and talk about it.

Hearing the lyrics repeat, you sigh and shake your head because it is true, one part of you needed Wilhemina back in your life because no matter what you do you can not get her out of your head or heart for that matter. Part of you does hate her for leaving and walking out, you never cried harder in your life than the night she left and you couldn't function for days. All you did was cry, toss and turn in the bed or curl up on the floor in a little ball until you couldn't cry anymore but the pain never stopped. It took days and in the end, your friends who picked you up again, taught you how to take care of yourself again by eating, showering, getting dressed, and going to work and you hoped that moving and changing jobs would change something.

As you are sitting in a park, only a few blocks away from your new workplace, watching people having picnics, playing with their kids, walking their dogs, or doing exercise you realize that all this wasn't worth it. Moving away, leaving your job, apartment and friends did nothing, you still miss her and she still haunts you. You miss her gentle side, the soft Mina as you used to call her, who would hold you in her arms, who would say soothing words until you would fall asleep, and who would make you feel better after a hard day at work, hold you after a nightmare or would let you ramble about another one of the co-workers annoying you. You miss telling her about your days and how you feel because you could be free with her and be who you are and you haven't been that way in a very long time.

Checking your phone you notice your lunch break is over in five minutes so you toss your empty coffee cup in a nearby trash can and walk back to your office. Today has been particularly boring because all you have to do is answer people's dm's and requests on social media because currently there is no campaign going on. As you walk back to your desk you put your coat and bag away and start logging onto your laptop. That's when you hear your boss on his way to your desk and you can't help but internally roll your eyes. He isn't a bad guy or anything, he is in his fifties, grey hair, always wearing a suit and he treats you with respect and you appreciate him but whenever he would approach you it means a problem, like an advertisement going wrong or a complaint or a new major client and that means longer hours and staying in the office till midnight. Not that you mind considering there is nothing or no one to come back home to.

''Y/N'' he says as he finally reaches your desk. Looking up from your desk, you force a smile and reply ''Yes Mr. Odell what can I do for you?''. By his posture, you can tell he is in some kind of distress.

''Listen we have a potential new client and I want you to come to our first meeting with them'' he says excitedly and you question why he can't just bring his assistant. ''I can't bring Janet she is sick so I need you to get your things'' he explains and you log off your computer, take your coat and bag and follow him outside the building. It is quite chilly, so you are glad that you put a jacket over your blazer.

As the familiar buildings and streets fade into the distance, you try not to zone out like you usually would but these days your mind would often be preoccupied with daydreams or memories as if someone else was entirely in control of your thoughts.

''I have a meeting with a Mr. Pfister and Mr. Nutter'' he says absent-mindedly while looking into his calendar and talking about the company you are headed to. Snapping out of your thoughts, you nod and mumble ''Of course Mr. Odell'' before averting your gaze back to the window looking at the hectic city and people going on about their days. Your thoughts wander back to work and you try to think of a few possibilities to advertise their products, as that might not be as easy as you originally thought when agreeing on accompanying your boss.

The first thing you see as you walk into a large unfamiliar building, following your boss's steps,  is a front desk with some employees sitting there, it seems that this building is home to a few companies and different departments as they guide people into different parts of the building. You watch as your boss approaches the front desk,  ''Hello may I help you?'' a woman with blonde hair asks politely.

''Yes I have a meeting with Kineros Robotics'' he says and she looks at you, then him again, and points towards a sign. ''It's to your right just follow the signs'' she says and you notice how her facial expression changed from nice and friendly to cold and possibly scared? after your boss mentioned the company name. Reading people's expressions and understanding their underlying feelings, has always been something you are good at but you quickly shake the thought away and follow your boss.

As you walk down the corridor you see a young woman with long brown curled hair wearing a blouse with flower prints and a skirt run down the hall with a box in her hand, her heels echoing through the building. ''I'm sorry'' she mumbles hectic and nervous as she zooms past you and you give Mr. Odell a questioning expression before reaching the department.

''I'm so sorry there was a bad accident on the 101'' you hear the woman say and then you hear a sound that sounds both so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. The cane tapping. For a moment you freeze, knowing this isn't just any cane tap as you are so used to a certain redhead woman expressing her emotions partly through the very device that helps her keep her balance. Despite not having heard the sound in over a year, you know exactly who must be on the other end of the hallway.

Temporarily you freeze, thinking maybe her leaving you and breaking things off with you, has ultimately clouded your senses and affected your brain and maybe you are imagining everything. After all the rational part of yourself, is trying to remind you that there is no explanation right now as to why she would be here of all places.

However, the next thing you hear is a clear confirmation that your brain is not tricking you, it's not your mind so clouded by her absence, she is here, the only thing keeping you from seeing each other is a wall and a few steps apart. As you hear a familiar voice your heart stops beating and your throat goes dry.

''Not as bad as the accident that brought you into the world'' that is all you heard and although her voice sounds more cold, harsh and raspy you are fully aware that Wilhemina is sitting at the end of that corridor. For a moment your body goes into a state of shock, your ears ringing, vision blurring, and your heart beating out of your chest.

Shortly after the girl what you assume now to be an assistant comes running back towards the corridor with tears in her eyes and her heels making the same clicking sound. She zooms past you and Mr. Odell again and all he says is ''Damn she seems feisty'' and you know it's aimed at Wilhemina and for a moment you debate whether to just turn around and pretend to be sick or needing to answer a phone call but you know you can't back out now, after all, you have missed seeing her for too long now.

All you wanna do is see her adorable orange hair, that you used to run your fingers through and untangle some knots after she had a long day, the dorky glasses that you sometimes made fun of, and beautiful pastel purple probably everywhere if this truly was her workplace after all. ''Come on'' your boss says, pulling you out of your thoughts yet again and you walk into the large room.

Eyes instantly wander to the source of purple in the room and the source of darkness in your heart and emptiness ever since she left but not only does your heart stop for a moment as you take a look at her, you blink a few times, now actually sure whether this is real or some kind of nightmare.

Wilhemina's hair is a much darker shape of red now and styled into a tall sharp quiff, no sign of her usual high ponytails anymore or the lighter and orange shape it used to be. You notice she doesn't wear glasses anymore and you are convinced her eyes look an even darker shape than before too. She is wearing a dress and it's also a very dark shade of purple with matching earrings. Even her makeup is darker, and as you see her sitting by her desk you can't deny how intimidating she seems, looking at some files, her cane resting on the desk right beside her. Even the cane is different now, it has a snake shape at the top and it's not the old plain one she used to have.

For a moment you believe you just walked right into your own personal nightmare, the funny, sometimes sassy, and beautiful girl you used to love now seems like a completely different and somewhat evil person. The Wilhemina you once loved and still have feelings for, as they never truly changed, seems gone and it seems like she was replaced by a new one, a colder version.

She would have never spoken to anyone like that or treated someone the way she just treated that girl that seems to be her assistant, by the looks of it. All the staring and observing Wilhemina happened in a matter of seconds although it feels like an eternity, everything is silent for a moment, all that is to be heard is your own heartbeat and the typing on Wilhemina's keyboard.

You watch as your boss approaches her and you follow him and finally, Wilhemina looks up noticing the presence of someone else in the room and her gaze is focused on him, so she hasn't seen you yet. He tries to shake her hand and says ''My name is Mr. Odell I have an appointment with Mr. Nutter and Mr. Pfister'' and she just looks at him and his hand with a slightly disgusted expression but she doesn't bother shaking his hand.

''Very well'' she says and takes a glance at you for a split second, noticing a second person in the room and her eyes wander back to her laptop thinking you are just some assistant but when she realizes who you are she immediately looks back over to you and she doesn't avert her gaze at first.

Wilhemina takes in your features for a moment, the sense of fashion, dressing smartly and formally but at the same time stunning as she always said, your hair, the improved makeup skills, and still the same details she always loved about you. She doesn't look into your eyes yet and you are interrupted when two men walk over.

One of them has brown hair and the other blonde hair and you try hard not to chuckle when you see them because they look hideous. ''Mr. Odell, nice to meet you'' they say and shake hands. ''This is Y/L/N maybe someone could show her around while we finalize the details?'' your boss suggests, taking you by surprise, and one of the two turns to Wilhemina and says ''Miss Venable would you give this beautiful lady a tour please''.

For a split second, you are convinced, she is about to kill him but you aren't sure if it's about the tour or compliment. ''Of course'' she mumbles and your boss and the two men leave and you are left there with your ex-girlfriend and awkward silence filling the room. You haven't looked up or into her eyes yet and it terrifies you, she terrifies you.

Wilhemina has no idea what to do or how to react after not seeing you for two years and the last time she did she walked out of your life and your relationship. The redhead looks at you and without looking into your eyes yet she knows the pain, she can see it and she can tell this is killing you inside, the last thing she ever wanted was to cause you pain.

You take a deep breath with your eyes closed and turn to Wilhemina and your eyes instantly lock and you look into her dark brown eyes and not leave her gaze for one moment. She takes a few slow steps towards you, her cane hitting the floor, and with every tap and echo in the room, it feels like your heart is ripped into more pieces and your past is here confronting you right at this moment.

''Mina'' is everything you can say but it comes out as a whisper while your voice cracks. Your ex-girlfriend's eyes close right away because she has missed hearing you call her that for the past two years but as she opens her eyes she reminds herself internally, who she is and that she is currently at her workplace.

''Follow me'' she instructs and you follow her while she walks down a corridor and into a room with big machines. While you follow her you can't understand what would have happened to her to turn into this cold-hearted person. She used to be the sweetest and kindest person you knew but clearly, something has changed. You cannot take your eyes off her and as she walks you into the room with machines, she explains about the work they do here and how they do it and as much as you try to focus and look at the things she shows you, you can't and Wilhemina notices.

''Do I bore you?'' she suddenly snaps in that cold voice again, her nostrils flaring and your heart feels like a knife was just thrown right into it. ''I'm sorr- sorry I-'' but you can't even think of a good enough excuse so you just look at the floor and try hard to keep your emotions at bay.

''Anyways, these are the machines and devices we use, whenever someone places a custom order we make sure to fulfill that order as efficient and quick as possible'' Wilhemina explains her voice still stern, sounding like she has given this tour so many times, she has memorized every single word.

However, you do notice her looking at you the entire time she explains and it seems like she wants you to say something but there are too many things that you want and wanted to say to her for years but you never imagined one day you would run into her like this. For several minutes the two of you stand in the rooms with machines, Wilhemina explaining and you trying hard to focus on her words intently.

''Y/N'' you hear the voice of your boss coming from the door, the two strange-looking men behind him, and you look at him, noticing the satisfied looks on their faces, indicating the deal worked well, and he says ''I'm finished, thank you, Miss, for giving her the tour'' he adds now focused on Wilhemina. ''Let's go'' he says and you walk in his direction without looking back at her and just as you are about to walk out of the door you look at her and say ''Thank you'' and then you walk out.

As you walk out of the large office building, back through the same long corridor, and past the front desk, you can't hear anything your boss is trying to say and the entire car ride back to the office you try and wrap your head around what just happened, abandoning every single word Mr. Odell is saying.

''This didn't happen wake up Y/N wake-up Y/N'' you keep repeating in your head but it's no use this is no nightmare this is reality.

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[stellarrmoon]

Before I die, I'm tryna fuck you, baby

Pairing: Bokuto Koutaro × fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Honorary Mention: name??? kink

Status: unedited

You were at a volleyball tournament that your cousin was playing at. You had to support him since you hadn't seen him in a year or so and his team was playing against the nationally known Fukurodani volleyball team. The actual game hadn't started yet but you were there early because you wanted to cheer him up before he had to go play.

"You're gonna do amazing, cuz. I believe in you!"

Your aunt's eldest son looked down at you with a smile, embracing you in a hug of gratitude. "Thanks, y/n. I hope we win but if we lose then we'll lose with dignity. The country's 4th top ace is in their team after all."

"Wait really? That's insane. I wonder what he looks like."

You didn't know that that curiosity of yours would be solved in the next 5 minutes. When it was time to go to the stands, you bumped into a quite beefy (in your words) person's chest and judging by the number 4 on the front of his shirt, you guessed that he was on one of the teams in the tournament.

"Hey, hey, hey, be careful, pretty lady." He had a pretty playful voice and you looked up to see a smirk on his handsome face.

"Oh. Excuse me, sir." You bowed your head and walked on when he stepped aside for you. But you couldn't help but look behind you as you continued your journey and the grey and black back of his head stayed in your mind the whole walk to the stands.

Once you got there, you saw that the teams were already on the court, in their huddles, getting themselves fired up for the match. People were cheering all around you for their respective teams and you called out your cousin's name in support. He looked up and found you instantly, putting a thumbs up in the air.

The Fukurodani team did a small warcry before dispersing to their positions and when you saw who their wing spiker was, your jaw dropped. The smirk that was on his face was a bit different that the one you saw earlier and as soon as the whistle blew, you figured out why.

The match was intense and while you were meant to be looking at your cousin, your eyes were stuck on the wing spiker, who you realised was the 4th ranked ace your cousin was talking about. He flew and slammed each and every ball that was set to him and after each spike, he let out a cry of victory. You thought it was quite attractive, seeing how fired up he got but at the end of the match, your heart broke a little for your cousin seeing how they were beaten 2 sets to 1.

"I'm so sorry, cuz, you'll get them next time."

You spent the next 20 minutes cheering him up and catching up with him before his team had to leave for their next match. Before you knew it, the tournament was over and you bid your cousin adieu as their team bus left for their home school.

"Was that your boyfriend, pretty lady?"

You gasped when a sudden presence appeared beside you. It was the beefy dude. Aka the wing spiker, ace and captain of Fukurodani. "Wow, when did you get here?"

"I've been watching since the other team entered the bus. Wanna answer my question?"

You shifted your position to face him and damn, you could've swooned right there. His nose bridge was perfectly straight and the only curve was the upturn between his nostrils. His lips were a luscious baby pink and his eyes a golden brown. Coupled with his confident aura, this man was hot.

"Enjoying the view? I don't blame you."

You smiled in amusement, "If you must know, that wasn't my boyfriend, that was my cousin."

"Oh, well that's good news for me."

"And may I ask why?"

He looked you up and down before biting his lip and saying, "That means you're free to take."

You couldn't help but get embarrassed at his statement and suddenly, you wondered why you hadn't called a taxi yet. "You're very... confident with your words sir."

"It's my specialty." He smirked again but this time, it was a bit lazy, which made him seem more attractive to you. "Are you waiting for someone?"

You got out your phone and started to call a local cab agency, "No, I've got to order a cab."

Unexpectedly, he gently took the phone from your hands and ended the call just as the number had answered. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I've got a car."

Even though you had just met this guy, you decided to accept his offer. He told you that his name was Bokuto Koutarou, which had a nice ring to it once you got used to the pronunciation. You told him your address and before you knew it, you were back home. "Hey, I didn't even give you directions."

"Well, sweetheart, that's because I live right next door to you." He said it so casually as if it was a mystery why you hadn't met each other till then.

"What?! Since when?"

"We moved in last month but since I'm always having practice, I usually come back home later than everyone else in the neighbourhood. Anyways, it was nice meeting you, pretty lady. I'll be sure to see you again."

You exited his car and walked to your porch chuckling at the odds. You had a feeling there was more to happen than you thought.

Weeks went by and it turned out that your room was directly across Bokuto's, which meant that you could wave to each other through your windows every morning when you got ready. He'd be wearing his uniform to go to his school and so would you when you saw each other before leaving.

He didn't take his car though, which meant that you couldn't get any more car rides from him. But it was probably for the best since you couldn't stop having dirty thoughts about him. It's how your day would start, seeing as you imagined having his school tie wrapped around your neck while he pulled you towards his face so you could-

See?

Sometimes you would have conversations through your windows but they were often short seeing as you were both in your final year and had to study for the last exams and for some reason, everytime he cut your chats short to go back to the books, it made your heart pound.

But it wasn't to say that it wasn't the same for him. Seeing you in that short, plaid skirt did something to him and he didn't particularly enjoy having a boner while going to Fukurodani High.

One day, he came back home early since there wasn't any practice and saw you changing through your window. Well, not exactly, but he could see your silhouette through your thin curtains and my, my, did he not almost drool.

You took off your shirt first and threw it on your chair, then your skirt came off next. The curve of your spine blended perfectly with the rounded shape of your butt and he subconsciously bit his lip while his eyes stayed glued to your form. He guessed that you were now only in your underwear and the thigh high socks you had to wear and his pants immediately felt tighter at the image. "Fuck."

Before you continued to take anything else off, he turned away and went to go have a cold shower. Deep down, he was nervous wreck. The confidence was natural to him but when it came to you... it seemed that it was wearing thin.

Only a few days went by and Bokuto caught you every time after school when you were changing. He felt like a pervert for using the short scene to masturbate every single night.

That saturday, your mother asked you to go take over some muffins to the house next door, because she had met the parents of the home earlier that week. You were fine with it until you realised that it was the Bokuto Residence and you would see... him.

Softly, you knocked on the door and unbeknownst to you, a shirtless Bokuto Koutarou answered the door. Both your eyes widened, his with shock and yours with embarrassment. He was sweating and you watched as a few drops travelled down his hard chest, six-pack abs and into his shorts via his very prominent v-line. "Woah..."

"Hey, hey, hey. Nice to see you in front of me again, pretty lady."

He propped his elbow on the side of the door so you could see his laterals and biceps become more prominent and you felt yourself swallow. "Uh- my, uh- mom. Cupcakes. Bring over. I–"

He took the container from you and opened it, while raising an eyebrow. Inside were red velvet cupcakes, with white, cream icing on top and they looled good so he took one. One bite in, he closed his eyes and moaned, "Mmm, sweetheart, that's delicious."

When he opened his eyes, they were lazier as he licked the icing on his lip off. "T-thanks. I'll tell her that..."

You left immediately after that and as soon as you entered your room, jumped onto your bed and screamed into the pillow. Even Bokuto heard it from his kitchen while finished his 3rd cupcake and he furrowed his eyebrows.

You couldn't believe you saw him like that. He looked so... hot. His black and white hair was drenched in sweat and instead of classically being styled up, it fell over his forehead. Not to mention his amazing body and the... the veins that disappeared into his shorts.

"What the hell? What just happened?"

You stared at the ceiling for longer than you thougt and before you knew it, it was nighttime. Looking over to Bokuto's window, you saw that it wasn't covered by curtains. His bedroom door opened and he plopped onto his bed without noticing you. You were about to greet when he flopped onto his back and suddenly, his dick sprung up in the air.

What. The. Fuck?

You were frozen in astonishment and it was worse when you saw his hand start to slowly move up and down his shaft. He was moaning softly from the little you could hear through the open window and before you knew it, he was thrusting into his hand. He seemed so desperate trying to catch his high that you clenched your thighs as you felt yourself get wet.

"Mm, fuck, Y/N!"

And he exploded. You saw his cum shoot up into the air before it landed somewhere, you didn't know the exact place but, as soon as it happened, you closed your curtains and went to your shower.

Bokuto heard the noise but when he looked back, nothing was out of the ordinary. Except... his window. Wide open. "Shit."

When you were done with your (cold) shower, you saw a text from Bokuto that read:

Bokuto Koutarou: Hey, did you hear anything weird today?

You: what do you mean?

Bokuto Koutarou: like... from my house.

You contemplated your answer before responding.

You: nope.

He left the message on read and let out a huge sigh of relief. Thank God you didn't hear him or else he would've buried himself alive.

Both of you went to sleep feeling weird that night; none of you knew of the rest to come.

On Sunday, you were home alone and suddenly remembered that your mom asked you to fetch your container from the Bokutos before she left on a business trip. "Oh shit!"

You went over immediately, without thinking of what you were wearing and knocked. Luckily, Mrs Bokuto answered the door but she looked as if she was leaving. "Hi Mrs Bokuto. May I please fetch my mom's container?"

"Oh, of course, darling. Me and my husband are going away on holiday for the week and we have to leave for the airport now so help yourself, please? It's on the counter. The kitchen is to the right."

With that, she exited her house and her husband followed with two suitcases on either of his hands. He smiled in acknowledgement and without any more time to waste, their white Lexus sped off.

Like she said, you helped yourself in and went to the said kitchen. You were glad it was easy to spot the container because it really was on the counter. But what you didn't particularly enjoy was freezing when you heard a familiar voice speaking to you.

"Hey, hey, hey, pretty lady. Any reason why you're in my house?"

You turned and saw Bokuto Koutarou leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Thankfully he was dressed today. "Bokuto. Hi. I'm here to fetch my mom's container."

"Oh. And here I thought you were here to visit me."

You smiled sheepishly and started moving forward, container in hand. As you were about to exit the room, he moved in front of you, arms still crossed.

"Um..." you stepped to the side but he followed you. "Can I get passed?"

"No."

"Wh-"

"You can't get passed. I'm tired of playing your games, pretty lady."

"Bokuto-"

"Koutarou. Call me by my name."

For some reason, his hostile behaviour was making you... horny? The way he crossed his arms so his jacket stuck to his muscles like a second skin; the way his jaw was locked as he looked down on you with his golden eyes. The way he towered over you with his legs apart, his stance mimicking that of a predator about to catch its prey.

"Go on. Say it."

You hesitated and stammered. Instead of you usual strong voice, his name came out as a defeated whisper, "Koutarou..."

He took the container in your hands and threw it into the counter so that it banged against the wall between the cupboards and the former. You flinched at the loud sound, but impressed with how good his aim was. He took steps forward which made you step back in turn. This continued until your back hit the island in the middle of the kitchen and you had nowhere else to go. "You know what I'm talking about right?"

It sounded more like a statement than a question. "No..." You had a feeling that:

"I know, y/n. I know you saw."

"Saw what?" You didn't know why you were still acting clueless because it didn't seem to be working. But what made you finally succumb to his interrogation was when he forced his knee between your thighs and pressed his body against yours.

It was hot. Or was it you? Maybe him? You couldn't think straight with his cologne engulfing you. "Mmm... just like you to get sll flustered. You know how cute you look when that happens? Now I'm going to give you one more chance to admit to your actions."

"I... I did see." You sighed.

"Mhm. Tell me what you saw, pretty lady."

You closed your eyes and went limp, "I saw you cum. When you said my name."

He grabbed your thighs and lifted you so you could sit on the counter of the island, situating himself between your legs. "And did you enjoy that, princess?"

"I don't know."

He squeezed your waist.

"I think you're lying." He moved his head so that his lips were by your ear. "You know what I hate? It's how you don't know how sexy you are to me. Look at you." He was speaking so lowly and slowly that you were hooked on his every word– it was making your pussy quiver. "You think you can come into my house wearing that thin fucking sundress?"

Suddenly, his other hand moved under your dress, caressing your thigh and stopped at the apex where he rubbed his thumb back and forth on the soft skin.

"You don't even have any panties on." You could feel his smirk against your ear. "It's like you knew you were going to see me."

He pulled back and you could breathe again. He walked away, his large back moving further and further away from you as he stopped his antics. "Bokut- Koutarou, wait!"

He stopped and craned his head. He had such a beautiful side profile.

"I did see. And... I liked it. I liked it a lot. In fact, I've fantasized about you so many times since we met and I can't take it anymore."

"So what am I supposed to do about that, sweetheart?"

"Bokuto Koutarou... please fuck me."

It sounded like a plea for help and honestly, it was all he needed to unleash himself. The next few moments were a blur for you because you went from being on the island to being in Koutarou's bed, watching him strip down to nothing without shame.

"Koutarou." You breathed when you saw his dick – it looked even bigger than before. Was that going to fit inside you?

"I'll make it fit, princess." He grinned and beckoned you over to him at the edge of the bed.

You crawled on all fours, feeling your dress ride up over your ass and it was met with cold air. So now you were face to cock with Bokuto Koutarou and it looked like you were about to know the true meaning of choking.

"You're staring at it like you want it in your mouth." He caressed your cheek and let his thumb run along your bottom lip, pulling it down before releasing it. His strong hand grabbed a hold of his hard shaft and you felt a sudden slap against your face. "Is that what you want, princess?"

He slapped you with his dick. Due to the size of it, it was a bit painful but instead of feeling offended, you felt your wetness drip down your thighs. It was still in his hand, but this time, when he moved it, he placed the tip against your lips.

"Hm? You want this cock down your throat?"

You were looking up at him with your pretty brown eyes that looked like they were tearing up and it turned him on to no end.

He leaned over and to your surprise, swiped his hand across your slit from behind, collecting a sticky puddle of your wetness in his hand and placing it on his dick. Your eyes widened as he coated his shaft with it while your lips were still on his tip. "I'm gonna need you to be a good girl for me and take my cock well, okay?"

You nodded without hesitation and finally, you opened your mouth. In went his dick and you gagged immediately at the shear size as it touched the back of your throat. It was already slippery due to the coat of your juices but one thing was prominent.

"Can you taste yourself on my cock, baby? Hm? Do you like it? The way you're slobbered all over my dick?"

You couldn't do anything except blow him. Your cheeks hollowed out as you took him in and out, and in and out. Eventually he had his head thrown back and he was moaning out every other word like "baby", "fuck", and "you're killing me, princess".

It was another 5 minutes before he had enough and he pushed you onto your back, spread your legs as wide as they could and dived into your cunt. "Fuck, Bokuto!"

He slapped your thigh hardly which led you to yelp, making you wonder what you did to deserve it. "I told you to call me by my name."

You understood him perfectly. But the way his tongue moved against your clit didn't warrant any say of his name, or any word, even. All you sounded like was "Mmm" and "yes" and "please"; it was music to his ears. He coupled his tongue movements with two fingers inside you. You were tight around them so that he could barely separate them but the way he curled them towards himself hit a spot you didn't know you had. "Ohhhh my God, Koutarou."

"That's right, say my name, princess." He growled against your clit. He started getting more aggressive as time went on and eventually, he started hitting you on your abdomen, your thighs, and even your clit. Your nipples were straining against your dress as you arched your back, feeling a particular knot get tighter and tighter.

"Koutarou, I'm going to-"

"Do it, baby. Cum on my face."

He sucked and fucked until you did as he said, hips locking as lapped his tongue along your slit while you rode out your orgasm. Your legs were trembling by the end of it but he didn't feel like giving you a break.

"I'm going to fuck you so good, princess." He said as he climbed over you, kissing you deeply and letting you taste yourself on his lips. His tongue entered excitedly and he moaned into your mouth. Your dress was long gone now seeing as he ripped it straight down the middle.

Your chests were pressed together so your boobs were against his pecs and it felt so good to you that you let out a small mewl. While he planted kisses and bites down your neck, you caught your breath and looked up to the ceiling to see... a mirror. There was a mirror on the ceiling and that meant you could see everything that was happening.

Your worn out face. Koutarou's back muscles rippling as he paid attention to your chest and neck; his ass that you could imagine gripping onto as he thrusted hard into you.

He stopped what he was doing and looked into your eyes, "Are you ready?"

"For what?- Ohhhhh." You looked at your own face through the mirror above as he slowly pushed himself in. The stretch of your cunt felt so good that it hurt and you couldn't help but cry. "Fuck, Koutarou."

"Say it again." He started thrusting, "Say my name again."

"Koutarouuuu." You droned out.

His hips moved relentlessly. It seemed that he was waiting for this for a long time and now you understood why. It felt so good. "I fit so perfectly inside you, princess."

As his dick slipped in again, he hit the spot from earlier except, it felt so much more intense. "Yes, Koutarou, do it again."

And so he did. He was moaning along with you, whispering dirty words into your ear and the deeper he went inside you, the closer you were to cumming. You pushed his shoulders up so that you could see his face and as soon as you made eye contact, he smiled. It was so devilish and hedonistic and it fit him perfectly.

He bit his lip as he looked down to see yourselves colliding. In, out. In, out. That's what his dick was doing. In and out of your squelching pussy and so easily, that he could've sworn that your hole was made for him. "Koutarou, I'm going to cum again."

"That's a good girl. Do it for me, princess. Cum on my cock."

He went back to thrusting deeply and languidly and as you watched his big form move above you, you went over the edge creamed with him inside you. "Oh yes, oh yes, Koutarou, I love it."

"You love it?" He asked as he pumped through your climax.

"Yes, baby, I do. Give it to me, more, please, Koutarou."

He groaned, "I love it when you say my name. Can I cum inside, princess?"

"You ca- do whatever you want, Ko- koutarou." You belted out as more orgasms overtook you.

"Say it again."

"KOUTAROU, MY GOD!!!"

That was what it took for him to cum inside you. He stayed in there for a while, sweat dripping from his chin onto your face. Your bodies were sticky and sweaty from his sex and it both of you were worn out.

"Koutarou..." you started but were interrupted by him pulling out and roughly turning you onto your stomach.

He pulled your hips up so you were face down, ass up and licked his lips when he saw your combined cum squeezing out of your cunt. "Round Two, pretty lady."

I guess, you were the only one worn out?

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[the-empress-7]

Here's my memory of Will and Kate's wedding day. (I am an American so I hope that's ok!)

It was my very last day of college. Finals were over, everyone was moving out, caps and gowns were picked up, graduation was a week away. I had finished my exams on Wednesday 4/27 so I could've gone home on Thursday 4/28, but me and my whole group of friends decided to stay till 4/29 so we could all watch the wedding together.

I believe the coverage started at 3 or 4am EST. We all went to bed early, got up about 2:30am, met up at 3am (by which I mean we dragged ourselves over to our friend who had the biggest TV's apartment). We spent the pre-show, watching the guests arrive, making our own fancy wedding hats out of tinfoil, paper plates, and the random leftovers people leave behind when they move out.

Wedding started at 6am. We had English muffins and finger sandwiches and tea for breakfast. At 11am when the festivities were over, we all left and moved out. Didn't see each other again till graduation and since then, we've all gone our own separate ways but having that last moment on campus together, right on the cusp of starting our own lives the way Catherine was starting hers, it meant a lot to us. Lots of feels that morning.

Sadly I still do not have my hat. It got smushed when I was moving apartments a couple years after. I did make myself another one for Eugenie's wedding. Took PTO from work and woke up at 4am to watch.

Phew, what an absolutely incredible memory for you, made even more special given the new road that was ahead of you, in those exact days! Absolutely phenomenal memory to last a lifetime. Thank you for sharing this.

[fanfic-she-wrote]

The Resurrection of Dracula:Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Death, gore

Long chapter

When he woke up he found himself on the floor of the crypt. He went to sit up but became incredibly dizzy and lightheaded. He moaned, rubbing his neck. Never had he felt such pain in his whole life. Slowly the memory of what had happened came back to him. How terrified he felt as the woman plunged her sharp fangs into his neck. How weak he became as she drained his life force from his body.

"You're not Lawrence." A voice said from behind him making him jump. He quickly turned around and saw you sitting there on the edge of your coffin, arms folded with fresh blood dripping from your lips. His blood. He suddenly felt nauseous. "You look like him though." You said, eyeing him curiously. He looked considerably younger than last you saw him and his clothes were very strange. "Who are you?" You asked.

"I'm C-Charlie...Van Helsing." He stuttered, backing away.

"Are you his son?"

"No. I'm his descendant." Charlie replied backing right into a wall.

"What year is this?" You questioned, dreading the answer.

"2000." He answered.

"2000!" You bellowed, your voice echoing throughout the tomb. Charlie covered his head, cowering in fear.

"I have been trapped in a coffin for almost 130 years..." Your voice faltered. You couldn't believe how much time had passed. Your mind was racing. Instantly you thought of your husband, Dracula? Where was he now? Was he still alive?

You looked down upon the young man, curled up on the floor before you. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you." You told him in a soothing voice. You could still see the fear in his eyes. It made you feel a twinge of regret as you helped him to his feet.

"I'm sorry. It's just I haven't fed in so long and I thought you were someone else." You apologized, holding the poor man steady.

"Tell me, have you heard anything about my husband?" You ask, hoping with every fiber of your being that he was alive and well.

"Who?"

"Count Dracula." You answer. His eyes widened looking even more fearful than before.

"Dracula?!" He's real too! He couldn't believe that all this was happening. That the legend was not a legend after all, it was true. Every word. Why did it have to be true?

"Charles?" You say, trying to get his attention.

"I don't know." He finally uttered. He pulled away from you and picked up his bag, pulling out a yellow book, and handing it to you. "All I know about him is from this and Lawrence Van Helsing's journal...I can get that for you if you want?" He told you nervously. You held the book in your hands, staring down at the title.

"Thank you. I appreciate it. But for now I'll have to wait. I feel the dawn is near. Charles, can you help me? I need someone to guard my coffin while I sleep." You ask, your eyes pleading. "I don't know what you've read, but I can assure you that I mean you no harm." You assured him. "I owe you my life. If not for you, who knows how much longer I would have been trapped in there..." You shuddered at the thought. He slowly began to calm down. He recalled Lawrence's journal and how he wrote about you. If you were anything like he said than perhaps he could trust you. "I just want to find my husband."

"Why? He's a monster." Charlie asked, instantly regretting that he had. Your eyes flashed red with fury. The impertinence! How dare he call your beloved a monster.

"He is not!" You growled. Charlie flinched, dropping his bag. "Don't forget that I am one too and I could kill you in an instant if I willed it." You threatened.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it!" He whimpered. You took a deep breath, calming yourself. "It's alright, Charles. Just don't ever say that again." You warned. He nodded his head yes in agreement. "Good. Now, do you know if anyone inhabits Ironstone Manor?" You ask.

"The old manor house by the forest?" He asked you, trying to remember. The name sounded familiar.

"Yes, that belonged to me before I.." You trailed off, but Charlie understood.

"No I don't think so." Charlie replied scratching his head. "I remember some of my friends saying something about it...that it was haunted or something." He told you.

You scoffed. "Haunted. Anyways, tomorrow night I would like you to help me move my coffin back to Ironstone Manor. We'll need a carriage." You told him. "Also, if possible could you try to find out anything about my husband? Maybe where I can find him."

"I'll try. My mum might know something." He answered.

"Thank you Charles." You said sincerely, placing your hand on his shoulder. "You look so much like him you know." It was almost hard to believe that they weren't the same man. Charlie noticed had incredibly sad your eyes became and wondered why. He had so many questions that he wanted to ask you.

"Well, it's time for us to depart. Till tomorrow night." You said with a faint smile, climbing back into your coffin, and shutting the lid as you went.

Charlie picked up his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. He took one last look at your coffin knowing how vulnerable you were as you slept before turning and leaving the crypt. If it wasn't for the fact that you held the answers to all his questions, he would kill you. Were the questions even worth it? He thought as he trekked back through the cemetery towards his bike. Now it seemed much more than research for his school paper, now it was about revealing all the family mysteries that had been kept from him all these years.

He climbed onto his bike and drove back home away from the cemetery, away from you. On the drive home, he started to realize how tired he was, nearly colliding with an oncoming bus as he drifted off. The painful wound on his neck and the loss of blood did nothing to help. He needed rest, but he had so much to do. He was afraid that if he didn't do it you would literally kill him. He shivered at the thought as he pulled up into the driveway. As he pushed through the front door his mother greeted him her expression filled with worry and anger.

"Where were you?! I was worried all night! Least you could have done was call." She yelled placing her hands on her hips.

"I'm sorry. I got caught up. You know how it is." He told her, hoping she wouldn't press him for a better explanation. She sighed and rolled her eyes. Her grandfather was the same. Once he got fixated on something it was nearly impossible for him to concentrate on anything else, even eating.

"Just don't do it again." She warned him.

"Alright. I'm sorry." He apologized again.

"Get some rest. You look terrible." She pointed out, throwing on her coat.

He chuckled. "Thanks."

"I'm going to work. I'll see you tonight." She said, heading towards the door, but he stopped her.

"Mom?!" She turned around to face him.

"I have a question." He started.

"Lawrence Van Helsing didn't make it clear in his journal about whether Dracula was alive or dead--" She suddenly cut him off.

"He's dead." She stated looking annoyed. Why did he have to pick vampires of all things to write his paper on?

"How do you know?" He asked, taken aback.

"I just know! He's dead and it's better for everyone that he stays that way." And with that she turned and left without another word. There was something more that his mother wasn't telling him, but he decided it would be best left alone, for now.

Maybe his great grandfather had something in his room that could help him, needing more information. He went up the stairs, the steps creaking under each step that he took. Once he reached the top, he went down the hall to  Lorrimer's old room. When he opened the door, he found that it was still in the condition he left it in before he died. He sighed, suddenly missing him. What would he think of him now, aiding the wife of his greatest enemy? Charlie just shook it off as best he could, wanting to continue with his search starting in his bedside table and dresser. It was mostly old random papers and pictures, sometimes the odd piece of jewelry strewn about, but nothing about Dracula.

Next he went to the closet, pulling out old shoe boxes and going through all his pockets. Suddenly, just as he was about to give up, he found a hidden compartment hidden behind a big pile of old books, some of which looked decades old. He carefully pulled open the door and reached inside. His hand landed on something soft. It felt like a blanket or something. As he pulled it out he heard something drop to the floor at his feet with a clang. He looked down and saw a ring. He bent down and picked it up, twirling it over in his hand. On it was a crest with a large D engraved in the center. "Dracula!" He whispered to himself. He stuffed it in his pocket and examined the fabric that he found,  carefully unfolding it to reveal a large cloak, black with red lining and torn in some spots. This must be Dracula's as well. He reasoned as he folded it back up and put it in his bag. His mother was right. Dracula was dead, finding the cloak and the ring only confirmed it. Why else would these things be here?

After finishing his search he went into the kitchen where he grabbed some energy bars and a bottle of gaterade, putting those in his bag as well. If he wasn't going to get any sleep, he at least needed to eat. Then he went over to the phone and quickly dialed his friend's number. Eagerly he waited listening to the tone hoping that he would pick up.

"Hello?" His friend finally answered, sounding groggy.

"Hey Ben!" He said, trying to sound pleasant even though he too felt tired.

"Charlie? What are you doin' up at this hour?" Ben asked. Although it was only 10 in the morning, it was still early for a college student who spent most nights partying. Ben was no exception.

"Sorry, I just wanted to ask you something." Charlie quickly apologized.

"It couldn't have waited till later, mate?"

"No, sorry. Can I borrow your truck?" Charlie asked, biting his lip.

"Sure, what for?" Shit. He hadnt gotten that far. He needed to come up with an excuse and quick.

"Um...my friend needs help moving." He lied.

"Oh I see. When do you need it?" He asked stifling a yawn.

"Tonight, round 6. She doesn't get off from work till then." He blurted, hoping his friend would buy it.

"She, huh? Is she...uh... cute?" Ben asked, suddenly becoming interested.

"Sorry got to go! I'll see you tonight." Charlie said suddenly, hanging up. He rubbed his eyes, feeling exhausted. Maybe just a little nap wouldn't hurt. He told himself as he dragged himself into the living room and he settling down on the couch. Once his head hit the pillow, his eyes shut, and he drifted off to sleep. 

When he woke up, the sun had started disappearing leaving a blanket of darkness over London. He sat straight up and glanced at his watch. Oh no! It was 5:25! He sprung up from the couch and throwing his bag over his shoulder as he went. As he headed out the door he bumped into his mom nearly knocking her back down the steps.

"Oh sorry mum!" He exclaimed.

"Where're you going?" She asked.

"To a friend's house. Gotta help him with some studying." He lied. He hated lying to his mom, but what choice did he have. If she knew what he was really doing, well...

"Oh alright, I came home early hoping we could play a board game or something. But it's ok, go see your friend. I'll see what Kate is doing tonight." Jessica said, feeling slightly disappointed and a little worried, noticing that he had been acting pretty strange the past couple of days.

"Oh I'm sorry. Maybe tomorrow night?" Charlie promised her, feeling terrible. He wasn't even sure if he would be able to play a board game with her tomorrow night.

"Ok. I'll see you later!" She said, waving to him as he sat on his bike and rode off into the night. She didn't know what was up with him, but she just hoped he would be okay.

Charlie drove as fast as he could toward his friend's house. Luckily, for him it wasn't far. He glanced at his watch as he came to a traffic light. You would be awake soon.

When he reached his friend's house, he found him sitting in the back of the truck strumming some tune that vaguely sounded like Nirvana on his guitar. "Hello!" He said, as Charlie pulled up in the driveway. "Hi!"

"So, where is your friend?" Ben asked, tossing his guitar in the backseat.

"Just out of town. I'll bring your truck back in a couple hours I promise." Charlie said, climbing in the driver's side.

"Hey, hey. I wanted to come with ya. See what this chick looks like." Ben said, nudging him.

"Oh well I told her it was just going to be me. She's in shy?" He told him, with a shrug. Ben raised an eyebrow.

"Trying to keep her for yourself huh?" He joked.

Charlie sighed and shook his head. He liked Ben, but sometimes he could be so daft.

"Look, it's my truck. I'm coming with you." Ben insisted as he got into the passenger seat. Charlie couldn't really argue. He needed the truck.

It was now dark as he made his way toward the cemetery. He knew you would be there waiting for him once he got there. He just didn't know how you would react to Ben being there. Would you kill him? His stomach turned at the thought.

"You okay?" Ben asked turning the music down, noticing how ill Charlie suddenly looked. "Yeah, I'm fine." He lied, feeling relieved that he didn't have music blaring in his eardrums. He wasn't in the mood to listen to music of any kind. He just wanted to get this over with.

"Try not to puke in the truck. I just cleaned it last week." Ben told him, caressing the dashboard. Charlie rolled his eyes. Puke would be the least of his worries.

Finally, he pulled up the the cemetery the headlights shining onto the tombstones, casting eerie shadows on the ground before them. "She lives here? What is she Goth or something?!" Ben remarked as they got out.

"You'll see." Charlie said, pushing open the gate. Ben hesitated for a moment, before following him.

"Charlie is this a joke?" He asked, hoping to God that it was. Charlie didn't answer. Now he was getting nervous. He followed him to a tombstone that was located in the back of the cemetery with a great reaper towering over them. Suddenly, a raven flew overhead making him jump. It cawed at him sounding as though it were warning him to turn back. He watched confused as Charlie ran his hand along the blade of the scythe.

"Stand back." He told him, backing away.

"What?" Suddenly the ground rumbled beneath his feet and opened up to reveal a staircase. His eyes widened. "Bloody hell..." He gasped. He couldn't believe his eyes. Never in his life had he seen something like that, only in the movies.

  "I hope there's a hot topic down there." Ben mumbled as he followed Charlie down the stone staircase into the crypt. He glanced around the room his eyes falling on each of the coffins that lined the room.

"You know, you were right. I should've stayed home." He whispered, although he wasn't sure why. It's not like he was going to disturb anybody. Suddenly from out of the darkness you appeared. Ben nearly screamed, but couldn't. He froze in place.

"I told you to come alone." You said to Charlie, sounding displeased.

He sighed. "I know, but he insisted. I needed the truck." He explained with a shrug.

"Truck?" You asked, giving him a confused expression.

"Modern day carriage." He answered.

"I see."

"I also found some things that might interest you." Charlie said, taking off his bag. "I found these in my great grandfather's room." He said, handing you Dracula's cloak and ring. You worst fear was confirmed. Your true love was indeed dead. You held his cloak against your chest and sobbed into it. Charlie felt bad for you. You clearly loved him, no matter how monstrous he thought he was.

"I'm sorry." He said, looking at his feet. Ben watched you two looking confused. You took a deep breath and looked up at Charlie.

"He will return. I'll see to that." You told him sounding determined.

"How?" He asked.

"There are ways." You glanced over at Ben, your eyes flashing at him in the dark. He slowly backed away.

"Charlie, you're into some weird shit and I want no part of it." He gulped as he clambered up the stairs.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed him from behind, pulling him back down, and throwing him onto the floor. Charlie looked away, knowing what was coming next. You picked Ben up by his collar and held him before you. "Don't worry, it will only hurt for a few seconds." You assured him with a grim, your fangs clearly visible from underneath your red lips. He let out a scream, but it was no good. No one could hear him all the way down there. You sunk your teeth deep into his neck silencing him. Once you had had enough you released him letting him topple to the ground unconscious.

"Why did you do that?" Charlie asked, shaking.

"I had to. Now come, lets move the coffin into this "truck" you speak of." You said dismissing it, stepping over Ben wiping the blood onto your sleeve as you went. Charlie followed you and helped you carry the coffin out of the crypt and through the cemetery to the truck waiting just outside the gate.

"Is that it?" You ask him curiously as you approached the rusty red truck.

"Yep." Charlie answered out of breath. The coffin was made of solid oak, and while you did not struggle to carry your side of it, Charlie did. Once you reached the truck, you helped him lift the coffin up and shove it in the back.

"There. All set." He said, jumping back down.

"Excellent." You said, admiring the vehicle.

"What about Ben?" He asked, looking back into the cemetery.

"Ah, yes. Go get him. I...require something from him." You told him. He sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked back towards the crypt. He didn't like the sound of that. He warned him not to go. Stupid, stupid Ben. He thought to himself.

He went back down into the crypt and picked Ben up, tossing him over his shoulder. Luckily for him Ben was a rather skinny guy. He returned to the truck and placed him in the back alongside the coffin, before helping you get into the truck, and then climbing in himself.

"Where are the horses?" You ask, looking around.

"Oh we don't need those." He said, starting up the engine making you jump. Never in your life had you heard such a sound. It was like a great lion was trapped beneath the hood.

"Don't worry." Charlie told you, noticing how worried you suddenly looked as he drove away. You watched out the window in awe looking almost child-like with wonder. If it wasn't for the fact that you had just hurt Ben he would have found this amusing. A vampire from the 1800s in the 21st century.

The manor wasn't too far away, maybe about an hours drive from the cemetery. When they pulled up they realized that it was indeed deserted. Vines had twisted themselves all along one side of the building and were slowly making their way to the other side, looking like some giant green octopus. Some windows were broken, probably from teenagers throwing rocks at them, and grass and weeds had grown over most of the cobblestone path that led up to the entrance of the manor. He suddenly understood why people thought it was haunted. You got out of the truck and looked at your old home, holding Dracula's cloak in your arms tightly. You heart broke once more at the sight of it. How difficult it must be, first finding out that your husband, Dracula was dead and then finding your home in shambles after decades of disrepair. You took a deep breath, forcing back tears  turning away and helping Charlie drag the coffin out of the truck. Once you reached the front door you noticed that it was bolted shut. Charlie groaned realizing he had left his bolt cutter in the crypt.

"It's alright, Charles. I can take care of it." You said pulling hard at the chain breaking it in two. "Being a vampire has some benefits." You remarked, pushing open the door and stepping inside.

The place was dusty and full of cobwebs. The furniture remained where you left it, but it was mostly broken or moth eaten. Charlie couldn't decide whether the outside or inside looked worse. You looked towards the parlor, fondly remembering the last evening you spent together with Dracula. How you held each other in a warm embrace in front of the fire, enjoying the feeling of your bodies against one another.

"Where do you want it?" Charlie puffed, getting tired.

"Upstairs." You answered, guiding him towards the staircase. Henry let out a pitiful sigh, not looking forward to the trip up the stairs. At least they didn't have to go far to reach the bedroom once they reached the top. You placed your coffin where it once lay beside Dracula's. His coffin was still there, unoccupied. Charlie hovered over it staring down into the once soft, velvet lining. He thought of Dracula sleeping there through the day, so that he could rise again at night and feed on human blood.

"Charles?" You spoke, snapping him back to reality. He glanced up at you. "Go get your friend and bring him here." You ordered. He wanted to ask why, but by the look in your eye he dared not. While he disappeared out of the room, you unfolded Dracula's cloak and placed it inside the coffin. Many, many years ago while you still studied under Van Helsing you read about the different ways to bring a vampire back from the abyss. You thought that you didn't need to know it, at the time, thinking that it was unnecessary. You were never going to revive any vampire, but he insisted. Now you knew just how wrong you were. As you waited you went around the room, lighting all the candles. They lit up the room giving it an eerie glow.

Finally, moments later Charlie returned carrying Ben who was still unconscious. "Put him in that coffin." You told him, pointing to Dracula's. He nodded and did as he was told, placing Ben in the coffin.

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

"You will see." You said, wrapping Ben up in the cloak and slipping Dracula's ring onto his finger before crossing the room pulling down a dagger that hung on the wall. The sheath was solid gold and incredibly dusty, but when you pulled the blade out it was shiny as though it was brand new, glinting in the candle light. Charlie could feel panic setting in, knowing what was coming, and there wasn't a thing he could do about it. He backed into a corner of the room and shut his eyes not wanting to look, not wanting to see what was to become of his friend.

You stood over the coffin staring down into Ben's face. "Such youth won't be wasted, I assure you. What good would he had made of it anyway?" You said to Charlie, holding the dagger just above Ben's thin, bony neck. "It will serve a much better purpose now." And just as you were about to slit his throat Ben woke up. His eyes widened in terror, he went to scream, but it was too late. You ran the dagger in a deep line across his throat, cutting him from ear to ear. He let out a gurgling sound as blood dripped from his throat and mouth. Charlie covered his ears, unable to bare the horrible sound emanating from Ben's mouth as the life slowly left his body.

Suddenly, a strange mist filled the room engulfing the coffin, swallowing it whole.

"What have you done?!" Charlie cried.

"What I had to. I spent 128 years without him, did you really think I was going to spend another second more?! If you want to blame someone, blame your ancestor. Your friend would still be alive today if it wasn't for him. If he had just left us alone!" You yelled.

Charlie shook his head. "You're monsters!" He accused.

"We are not!" You roared, your voice echoing throughout the room. He fell silent as he saw something within the mist moving. You smiled triumphantly as a hand slowly rose from the under the mist, a hand that did not belong to Ben, but to Dracula himself.

#i think this is one of the longest chapters ive ever written #hope you like it! #dracula x reader #x reader #reader insert #hammer #christopher lee #poor charlie #not my gif

[red-cape-morgana]

FIAT LUX

Everyone sees the girl of steel as an almighty, indestructible being. But before being a hero, she is a person, and this implies some quirks. Some fears as well.

Chapter 2

(Chp 1) // (ao3)

Of course Lena knows about Kara's love of phosphorescent things, and especially about those sneakers.

She can actually see the shoes' faint glow in her entry every single evening, when Kara gets back home. And if now it has become a comforting sight, something she looks for when she wakes up and Kara was on patrol the previous night, it has not always been that way.

The first time she had seen that greenish glow... she had thought of kryptonite.

She had been quietly reading perched on her couch, when Kara had finally gotten back home from a grueling long workday. The blonde had an agar look on her face, leaving her bag and kicking her shoes off. Lena had heard her mumbling something about breaking pencils, spilled coffee and needing a shower, before heading to Lena’s luxurious bathroom.

Lena had decided to let her girlfriend unwind for a while before asking about that apparently rough day. Now that she knew about Kara's alter ego, she understood her girlfriend's clumsiness on a whole new level and knew that a simple task could require a lot of focus from her. Consequently, the number of incidents grew up accordingly as the hours of the day passed, and many phones had been the innocent victims to the super's strength.

Lena was getting lost in her historical novel once again, when she had noticed a faint light in her entry.

Odd, she had thought. Lights are turned off. What’s there?

She had closed her book before getting up to check on that. On her way, she had grabbed her phone, just as a precaution. After so many assassination attempts, she had learnt that communication means where really what mattered (as well as an efficient punch in the nose from time to time).

A couple of meters away in the entry, she could distinguish a faint greenish light coming from the messenger bag that Kara had abandoned there.

A bomb.

She started to run toward the bathroom. She needed to warn Kara! The kryptonite would suppress her powers, she had to flee! She speed dialed Alex to ask for an intervention squad while barging in the bathroom.

"Lena?! What's going on? Why are…?" Kara stammered when Lena had opened the shower cabin.

"You have to go!" Lena had said in a hurry while dragging the soaping blonde out of the shower.

"To go? But, why? Lena, what's…"

"There's a bomb Kara!" Lena shouted at her, in a near panic

She needs to go, she thought to herself. If it's kryptonite, she is even more at risk then me. The residual radiations would deepen any potential injury and worsen her state. And considering the rate of cellular degradation from direct exposure, even the DEO may not be fast enough.

"Lena, you, hide while I take it away." Kara stated while fumbling to activate her suit.

"You don't understand. It's kryptonite. You can't risk getting anywhere near it!"

"What?" Kara exclaimed. "But, I thought you had installed a biometric security system after last time?"

"I did!" Lena answered while trying to shove the unmovable kryptonian toward their bedroom, where she could escape through the window.

"But there is that greenish glow in the entry, and I know how to recognize kryptonite Kara. Believe me if…"

Kara had held up a hand to stop her mid sentence.

"You said in the entry?" she had calmly inquired.

"Yes! Why do you care where it is? It's still a bomb Kara." Lena said, her voice filled with exasperation.

And Kara had laughed. She had laughed till tears streamed down her face, mixing with water and shampoo left from her half finished shower. She had laughed even harder when Lena started to scream at her to go while she had time.

The brunette started to fear it may be something else than kryptonite, and that it was messing up Kara's mind because who laughs at the prospect of a toxic bomb in their apartment for God's sake?!

Kara didn't stop before hearing her talking to Alex, asking for help in their apartment. That got her attention, and she took the phone out of Lena's hand before uttering between giggles

"No it's fine Alex. Lena… Lena thought my shoes were some kryptonite trap. Can you, can you believe that?!"

Lena felt as if she could hear the groan Alex surely made to accompany her “I’m tired of my sister” expression.

Well I guess 13 years of that kind of shenanigan does that to someone, Lena mused. She had only known Kara for 3 years, and yet she was sure she had her own special kind frown as well.

Kara ended the call, promising they would explain more clearly tomorrow, before proceeding to explain that what she had thought to be a kryptonian bomb was only the new sneakers she had bought that were phosphorescent.

“They are the best glow in the dark shoes one can buy Lena! I had to get them, you understand?” she said as if her point was obvious, bouncing on her feet like a kid who had just been promised a trip to the candy store after school.

Lena had debated throwing the shoes out the window, just for the scare they had given her, and also because she wanted to erase Kara’s smirk.

Now the blonde keeps referring to that moment to tease Lena, a reminder that the genius she is got fooled by glow in the dark material. But coming from the Luthor family, can you blame her for thinking of an assassination attempt first?

And if that incident wasn't enough, the hour-long rant Alex gave her about Kara's love for glowing things would have clued her on it.

The next day, Lena had dropped by the DEO, willing to apologize for the false alert of the previous day. She knew Kara had said they would all gather at the end of the day for a drink, but Lena felt the need to see Alex first thing in the morning. Those apologies also included freshly brewed coffee from the best roaster in town, and enough pastries to satisfy a small army. The redhead vented to her for an hour straight, using memories from their shared childhood in Midvale to illustrate her explanation. As well as justify her exasperation with her sister’s eccentricities.

Lena took the opportunity to learn what her girlfriend was like when she got on Earth, Kara oddly quiet about this period of her life. She also thought it was the safest move possible in her situation, to let Alex get it out of her system. No one wanna get on the bad side of their possible future sister in law, and even less when they work for a secret agency that has a knack for making people disappear.

What she learns though, makes her see some of her girlfriend's habits under a new light.

Lena knew it must have been incredibly jarring to not only start a new life on a foreign planet, but learning that she had been lost in space for decades, and that Kal-El didn’t need her anymore must have been devastating. It was her mission after all, the reason why her parents had sent her away. Knowing that now, she didn’t have any purpose anymore… And it goes without saying that the enhanced senses she suddenly gained thanks to the yellow sun, would be enough to drive anyone crazy on their own. Heart beats, motors, reading through a book, crushing your mug of hot chocolate accidentally,... And all that during teenage years. Earth must have looked like hell at first. No wonder why Kara is unusually quiet whenever this topic arises. But Lena sensed there may be something else lying there, and since she wouldn't pry at Kara's traumatic memories, Alex was the next best best source for informations.

So far, she only thought Kara was that kind of forgetful/lazy person that never really complete a task. When the blonde would leave the curtains in their bedroom slightly open, or their door ajar, or her phone on the bedside table and always displaying time. Lena simply thought that Kara didn’t mind any of it. And since it wasn't bothering herself much, she let her do.

For Lena it was just Kara's little quirks. Just like her love for phosphorescent things.

Though, now that she thinks of it, she can remember an incident that happened when Kara had first moved in with her.

So far, in their relationship, the blonde had rarely slept over at Lena's place. Either because Lena was actually the one sleeping over, or Supergirl was needed for an emergency mission, or when Lena was travelling the country for scientific and technological conventions and checking up on branches of L-Corp. They had decided to move in together to make things easier for both of them. There was no point in sneaking around like lovesick teenagers, and Kara had already claimed two drawers at Lena's (who was very keen on borrowing oversized sweaters from said drawers when her girlfriend couldn't be around).

The move in itself was as smooth as possible: Kara stacked her boxed belongings in the van, Alex drove it to Lena's place, Kelly had looked for the best itinerary during this busy week day, and Lena had prepared snacks for everyone once they'd arrive. All in all, it had been the matter of a day.

Alex and Kelly had stayed over for dinner at Lena's demand, and Kara had just dug out what she would need for the next day.

"It will all be unboxed tomorrow Lena. What would be the point in putting it all back in the boxes now?" Kara had said, when Lena pointed out she couldn't see the color of her couch anymore with all the stuff the hero had thrown on it.

At some point, Nia and Brainy had joined them, bringing a couple of bottles to celebrate "an event I didn't think I would get to see before having grey hair, considering the pace you were going!" Nia had said.

The evening had continued full of laughers, memories of moments the couple had been completely oblivious to one another, and potstickers of course.

When everyone had left it was finally time to go to bed, the super had become strangely agitated. Lena had brushed it off as all the emotions of the day and finally living with her.

It will all settle once we lay down and get some rest, she had thought.

She had been proven wrong. Kara had spent the night turning and tossing, unable to find sleep. Lena had tried to soothe her by pressing her front to her back, gently holding the blonde in her arms. But when Lena had woken up some hours later, Kara wasn't in bed anymore.

"Darling?" Lena gently called as she padded in the living room, barefoot and eyes still full of sleep.

Kara was on the couch, huddled against an arm rest and looking at her laptop without really seeing it.

Lena closed the distance between them before sitting next to her girlfriend. Sensing that she wasn't in the right headspace to explain what was going on, she simply decided to just lean against Kara, anchoring her in the present. Together.

After some time, the sun had started to rise.

Lena had slipped in a state between sleep and alert, still here but not fully conscious of how long they had stood there together. At some point Kara had closed her laptop, setting it aside on the coffee table, and she had pulled Lena on top of her, holding her close. The weight and warmth of her girlfriend must have calmed her nerves somewhat because Lena felt the stiff muscles finally relax under herself.

Lena was about to suggest they move to the kitchen to have a well deserved breakfast when Kara had softly said "It was so dark, you know. I just… it brought up some memories. I'm sorry."

Lena hadn't prayed any further. Kara had every right to keep some things secret, and she knew she would learn about it eventually, when the hero would be ready to face this.

After that, Kara had always left a small source of light in their bedroom. At the end of the first month living together, she even bought some star stickers that she put on their ceiling as well as on some furniture. Lena had raised an eyebrow at that, but Kara had brushed it off, saying something about how it remembered her of her apartment and that she thought it comforting to share this with Lena.

Showing the Luthor a part of the Super that very few select people had ever witnessed.

But now, after her talk with Alex, Lena knows that it comes from a different place.

From what Alex told her, on earth Kara had never liked total obscurity. Elyza and Jeremiah had tried to help her of course. They offered the teenage girl therapy, sophrology and many alternatives to help her conquer her fear. But nothing had worked.

Every night Kara would wake up drenched in cold sweat, her breath coming up in short pants, convinced she was back in the phantom zone. Those nights, Alex would begrudgingly get up and walk to this new sister she didn't ask for bed, and lay down with her. She would take Kara in her arms, because that was the only thing that would ground her in the present.

Until one night, when Alex slept over to a friend.

#this took me so long to write I am sorry #I've never used the word phosphorescent so much and now it's suggested by my keyboard everytime a word atarts with p- 😂 #I hope you like my rambling! #supercorp #supergirl #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercorp fanfic #red cape writing #well here i am this rambling has now officially become a fic #supercorp sunday

[fortheloveoffanfic]

Behind Closed Doors

Keanu Reeves x OFC (A/n- And now, I shall make it complicated)

Masterlist

Warnings- Jealousy

Chapter 2 All In a Long Weekend

Saturday

That Saturday morning, breakfast had been done a tad earlier than usual, and afterwards, Emma had stayed back in the kitchen, packing a picnic while Keanu oversaw the children as they got ready for the day's beach trip. Matt and Poppy had been raving about their trip to Malibu for the past two weeks, asking every night before bed if they'd still be going. Each time, Emma had assured them that unless it rained, they were certainly going.

"You look excited," an older woman came up beside Emma, setting down some sodas into the cooler, just as Emma continued preparing sandwiches for the container that was set to be packed into the woven basket. She and Zelda, despite the fifteen or so years between them had become fast friends, always eager to help each other out when possible. The older woman was also sometimes keen of giving Emma little snippets of advice that she thought my be helpful; never go into Keanu's office when he had the door shut, don't give the kids ice pops inside and possibly the one that had saved her the most trouble, always check the allergy list that Keanu had stuck to the fridge before making the kids something new.

Beaming absently at her comment, Emma carried on with her task, making cheese and turkey sandwiches; a favorite among Keanu and his kids, "I am, it's been a while since I've been to the beach, and even if I'm still working, it's gonna be fun." Closing up the Tupperware, Emma set it in the basket, moving on to prepping snacks, just as Zelda started on some frozen treats for the sizable cooler. In retrospect, it might have seemed like a lot, but when you were having a day trip with kids, it was best to prepare for anything. "Plus, it'll be nice to spend some time together, just the four of us."

Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, Zelda paused for a minute, "Five dear," she corrected, a little shocked when Emma didn't understand what she meant.

Certainly, Keanu must have told her!

But really, he hadn't.

Just as Zelda was about to explain though, the sound of the front door opening and shutting, followed by a very loud, and an annoyingly exuberant; "Darling!" After that, it wasn't long before the sound of heels clicking against the floor drew nearer, and out of the long hallway emerged a woman, tall, blonde and just as famous as Keanu.

"Sweet-" Upon seeing the pair, the Miranda Riley, former Victoria Secret model and world famous actress, stopped in her tracks, scrunching her perfectly straight nose as if she'd smelt something terrible, "Oh," her made up face fell, "Its you; Zora and…….the new one."

A little annoyed by her obviously snooty behavior, Emma opened her mouth to speak up, "Actually it's-" Though, when Zelda grabbed her arm, squeezing warningly, she shut up immediately, sealing her lips tightly.

Though, it didn't really seem like any of it greatly affected Miranda, especially when Keanu jogged into the room from the other hall, still bare foot while his worn out t-shirt was soaked at the front, probably from herding the twins into a bath. "Mandy," he grinned, and Emma swore it was stiff and forced. Maybe it was just her imagination though, cause with barely any hesitation, Keanu was taking the woman in his arms, holding her in a more than friendly hug before planting a lengthy kiss on her deep, ruby lips, one of his hands reaching up to cup her face.

The world seemed to slow down as the entire scene unfolded before her; the way he held her, looked at her when they pulled away to speak. A soft, pained gasp seeped past her lips and Emma wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting when Miranda walked into the house, but she did know that the last thing she’d predicted was that it would hurt so much. Her lungs were set ablaze and a similar sensation prickled at her eyes. Rage, betrayal, jealousy, Emma couldn’t tell which it was, but she did know that she wanted to run out of the room and not have to face Keanu for the rest of the day. Hell, maybe even the rest of the month.

Slowly, as if she were just coming up from being submerged in an ice cold bath, Emma brought herself back to the moment, raising her gaze when Keanu sought to introduce them, “Mandy, you remember I told you about Emma, our new nanny.” That was what she was, the nanny; the woman who took care of his kids, nothing more. Even if quieter moments had suggested otherwise. The tension, the long stares and innocent touches that thrilled her nerves, they meant nothing to Keanu. “And Em, this is my girlfriend, Mandy.” Well that didn’t feel like a bullet to the chest at all.

“It’s nice to meet you,” the smile that she plastered on her face was probably the hardest one she’d ever managed, and when Emma offered her hand, it wasn’t difficult to miss the flash of disgust that crossed Miranda’s pale features. Never meet your heroes, they said. For as long as Emma had known herself, Miranda had been an icon in the fashion world, she was well connected, and had set most of the trends that Emma had her friends had desperately wanted to mimic in their teens. It was her, among other inspiring names in the fashion world that had prompted Emma to go to a design institute and not a conventional college. But right then, she might have been happier going back to a time where she’d never crossed paths with Miranda.

Hesitating before offering Emma a toothy, winning grin, Miranda took her hand, shaking quickly over the counter before letting it go again, “Mmm, yes, it's…….nice to meet you too, Emily.”

“Emma,” she corrected, having to bite her tongue so she wouldn’t say anything more. The last thing she’d want was to lose her job after telling off her boss’s out of touch bitch of a girlfriend.

“Right,” Miranda appraised her look, a bright blue sundress, raising an impressed brow, probably only complimenting her to appease Keanu, “Cute dress.”

Before Emma could speak up, Keanu interjected, “She looks lovely doesn’t she? Made it herself,” he didn’t seem remotely aware of the heaviness in the room, or the way Miranda clenched her jaw when another slew of praises for Emma left his lips, “She’s so talented, Poppy is already roping her into making princess dresses for Halloween,” he chuckled, shaking in his head.

After another minute spent gritting her teeth, Miranda sought to change the topic, clearly having had her fill of Keanu’s pride in his nanny, “Where are the little ones anyway? It's nearly ten, we’re going to be late.”

With that, Emma’s head snapped towards Zelda, who'd opted to finish the cooler and snacks in silence, so she wouldn’t have to endure any of the painstaking conversation, “She’s going?” She whispered when Keanu and Miranda weren’t looking, eyes wide and frenzied.

“Yeah,” she nodded, barely looking as Emma when she followed her to the fridge, while Keanu and Miranda spoke, or rather, canoodled in hushed tones, "I feel like I should have told you he has a girlfriend," Zelda paused, just after reaching for a half filled carton of strawberries.

"Ya think?" Emma hissed, glancing backwards at the couple, feeling her heart pinch at how lovey dovey they were. She could have sworn there was something between herself and Keanu. "How hard was it to say 'Hey Em, you know our boss has this girlfriend, and she's like, a total bitch.' What the hell does he even see in her anyway?"

"She's tall and gorgeous?" Zelda shrugged casually, "Look, I don't get it either, but he loves her, they've been together for almost two years and I think she's convinced him to go public by the end of this year." Her face fell at Emma's troubled expression, reaching out to rub her shoulder sympathetically, "I see the way you look at him, and if there's something between you two, then……and I don't mean this harshly at all, maybe you need to back down. Miranda, she's……she's not someone you want to mess with," sighing deeply, Zelda peered over to see if they were being overheard, "She gets what she wants, and right now, she wants Keanu and you don't want to be in her way."

Gritting her teeth, Emma pulled away harshly, "I don't know what the hell you're talking about," she squared her shoulders, "There's nothing between Keanu and I," maybe she was getting more defensive than she needed to be, but Emma didn't care. "I'm gonna go finish getting the twins ready," she announced loudly, stalking out of the room and down the hall, and hopefully, leaving behind whatever she'd started to feel for her boss.

As it turned out, Matt and Poppy had all but put their clothes on over their swimsuits, and they were so excited about going, that they got into their little summery outfits without fuss. Afterwards, tiny feet clad in colorful sandals, they raced each other downstairs, leaving Emma to collect their bags before she headed down.

She was walking towards the stairs, backpacks in hands, really just minding her own business, having just started to calm down after the whole Keanu/Miranda fiasco, when, just as she neared the door of Keanu's home office, she heard it. He was deep in conversation, and had unknowingly left the door just a sliver open, enough for her to catch on to some juicy bits. "I know mom," he sounded exasperated, and when she dared to peek in, Emma found that his back was to her, as he stood facing the window, one hand stuffed into the pocket of his jeans, "But I'm not getting any younger, what do you want me to do? Wait till I'm sixty?" He sighed heavily, shaking his head, "Matt and Poppy need a mother, and Miranda……" he trailed off, listening intently to what his mother had to say. Leaning closer, Emma wished she could be privy to the other end of the call, aching to hear what his mother thought about the succubus that he called a girlfriend. But alas, she'd have to settle for whatever she got.

After a few minutes had passed, Keanu spoke again, turning around, leaving Emma to dash for cover, though still within earshot. For a minute, she held her breath, awaiting the moment where Keanu would poke his head out the door and catch her eavesdropping. But it never came, and instead, he continued, "I think I'm going to do it tomorrow night, we're going to dinner, and the nanny will watch the kids. I have the ring already. I think she might like it."

Ring?

The sirens in Emma's head were going off so loudly that she barely registered his tone, the absence of excitement or joy, things that were usually there when someone was smitten enough to propose. There was too much going on in her head; the irrational fear of never having a chance with Keanu, the more rational fear that Miranda might become her boss too. Tuning out the rest of the conversation, not caring to hear anymore, Emma dragged herself towards the stairs, slinking down towards the kitchen, where she found Zelda entertaining the children.

“Everything okay?” She probed when Emma placed the bags on the counter, next to the cooler and picnic basket, her features still crestfallen.

“Yeah,” she mustered up a smile, inching closer to her friend, her voice dropping an octave, “I think Keanu’s going to propose to Miranda, like tomorrow night.”

“What?” Zelda’s eyes went wide, her jaw hanging slack, and she almost dropped the dishes she had just started putting into the cupboards, “How do you know that, did he tell you?”

“Tell her what?” Speak of the devil. Miranda startled them both, and for a second, Emma was worried that she’d overheard their conversation, though that too was short lived.

“Everyone ready?” Keanu strode into the room, and though Emma wanted to meet his gaze, she restrained herself, not even trying to respond, just going over to gather some of their things, her teary smile faltering when the kids excitedly started following her to the car.

At some point, Miranda had eased Keanu away from where they’d set up their picnic on the beach, urging him into a walk even though the kids had pleaded with him to stay and help them build sandcastles. Emma had taken his place, helping them with their little construction project, highly aware of how upset Poppy still was. “You okay Pop?”

The girl frowned, using her fragile fingers to sweep some hair out of her face, “I wish daddy would have stayed and built it with us,” she mumbled, dumping another bucket of sand to create segment of the castle, though doing it so harshly that the new section just crumbled, “He always leaves when aunt Mandy comes around.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” even if she didn’t like Miranda, if she was going to be Matt and Poppy’s step mother, Emma couldn’t go around bad mouthing her to them, “I’m sure he still spends time with you. And aunt Miranda seems really like you two.”

“Not as much as you,” that was Matt, his expression skewed by his dark mane falling over his face, “She’s always telling us to be quiet. And she’s so boring,” he stressed, lurching forward, only half interested in ranting about Miranda, still very invested in their sandcastle, “She almost made dad stop my swimming lessons.”

“What?” That time, it was a struggle to keep her annoyance at bay. Even if it was just one side, even if Matt couldn’t possibly know the entire truth, it was still enough to rile Emma up. How dare she? Matt was the best on his team! Taking a breath, Emma knew it was time to shift the conversation, and cheer the twins up before she said something that she’d regret, “You know what? Why don’t we give this a break? We can go to the water, have a splash war!”

“Yeah!” They jumped up immediately, barely giving Emma a minute to shimmy out of her sundress, revealing her simple, floral bikini before joining them in the water. It didn’t take long to lift their spirits, and before long, Matt and Poppy were teaming up to out splash Emma. Their gleeful giggles were music to her ears and she adored seeing their wide grins. They’d waited almost a month for that trip, they deserved to enjoy as much as they could, even if Miranda was going to take up most of Keanu’s time.

They probably spent hours past noon in the water, and not once did anyone’s smile falter. Emma gave them ice pops, and insisted that they have some water once or twice, though each time, they accepted without fuss, and she couldn’t tell if was the sugar from their snacks, or just how immersed they were in the games, but even when Keanu and Miranda returned near sunset, they didn’t show signs of tire.

“You guys having all the fun without me?” Keanu let go of Miranda’s hand, standing where the water would wash over his feet, pulling the sand back as it receded.

A pang of anger flared inside of her, making Emma want to remind Keanu that he was the one that left, but she suppressed it. A fight wouldn’t solve anything. She was so caught up in being annoyed with Keanu, that she hadn't noticed how dark his gaze had grown when his eyes fell on her, kneeling in the water, rivulets rolling off her tan skin, the top of her bathing suit pressing her breasts together, a generous amount of her cleavage spilling out voluptuously. “Well why don’t you join in?” She made herself laugh, and while Emma was hardly as much of an actor as the two A listers before her, she’d liked to think she managed pretty well.

“Sounds great,” he didn’t even seem to notice Emma’s irritation, bubbling beneath the surface. In a flash, he was pulling off his t-shirt, tossing it to the sand, getting into water wearing just his swim trunks, and as he drew closer, his cheerful tone faltered, probably realizing that being in the water with her wasn’t going to do him any favors, “Do you guys wanna play chicken fight?” Keanu turned to his kids, only to be met with excited nods, “And maybe Mandy wants to play too?” He turned to her, eyes somewhat hopeful, “And we can let Em have a break,” swallowing thickly.

“Oh, I…..” Miranda seemed perfectly out of her element, smoothing a hand over her stylish, white sundress, and then pushing up the dark tinted sunglasses, which formerly guarded crystal green orbs. It took a minute, but eventually, she conjured up a tight grin, “Chicken fight isn’t really my kind of game,” she laughed nonchalantly, “Besides, the water will ruin my hair. You should let Emily play, childish nonsense seems right up her alley.”

Subduing the urge to roll her eyes and fire a few obscenities towards Miranda, Emma took a breath, gazing between Keanu, who’d gone cold, and Miranda who’s wicked mirth was reflected in her defiant smile, “Like I said this morning, it’s just Emma. And that’s fine, I actually love childish nonsense, its way more fun than sitting on the sand like a……” stuck up bitch, “Boring grown up.”

Amused with her half hearted insult, Matt laughed loudly, while Poppy just giggled, already trying to get up on Emma’s shoulders. Fuming, Miranda turned on her heel, stomping off towards the mat, and it wasn’t long before the rest of them had forgotten the almost-spat, getting on with their game.

Monday

As usual, Emma was up early, preparing breakfast for everyone. It was just past seven am, and since Mondays didn’t promise cartoon reruns, the kids weren’t up yet. Instead, Zelda had come in earlier than usual, saying that she wanted to get a head start on the housework, but really just looking to gossip. They were in the kitchen together, preparing for hash browns, eggs and bacon, working over quiet chatter, “So…” Zelda nudged Emma’s shoulder with her own.

“So?” Emma chuckled, nudging her back, the comfy cotton of her robe brushing against the sleeve of Zelda’s shirt. She knew exactly what her friend was seeking, but truthfully, she didn’t know how Keanu’s proposal had gone. All she knew was that they’d left for dinner around seven, leaving her to make something for Matt and Poppy, and hadn’t returned until the twins had fallen asleep and Emma had stolen away to her room.

“So, is the wicked witch of the west coast going to be out new boss or not?” Zelda teased, continuing with helping Emma shred some potatoes.

“Honestly-” Emma cut herself off when Keanu walked in, sans shirt and with low riding sweat pants. His hair was a mess, and his good morning was punctuated by a tired yawn. "Good morning Keanu," both women greeted in unison, sharing a look.

They both wanted to know so badly that the itch was almost physical, but it wasn't like they could simply ask. With their one question would come a dozen more from Keanu. Though, as faith would have it, the truth they were seeking wasn't far behind a still half asleep Mr. Reeves.

"Darling," an all too familiar voice purred, shuffling into the kitchen, her blonde hair held up in a loose ponytail and her elegant frame wrapped up in fine satin. Unlike Keanu, Miranda didn't even bother with pleasantries, going straight over to where he stood at the integrated refrigerator, holding him in a hug from behind, strategically angling her left hand so the large rock on her finger would be on full display.

"Still wanna know?" Emma whispered near Zelda's ear, their heads almost touching.

Scoffing, Zelda seemed caught between a sarcastic smirk and a frown, "Not any more."

And because the world was such a cruel place and open wounds would be pointless without a little salt, Miranda abruptly turned to them. "Ladies! Have you two seen my ring?" Without warning she thrust her hand towards them, making the engagement ring on her finger hard to avoid, "Gorgeous right? Keke loves to spoil me," her words were perfectly gag worthy and Emma was finding it difficult to keep down the half cup of coffee she'd had. It wasn't like she was opposed to love or affection or anything, she'd really liked to think of herself as well adjusted in that way, but during the one weekend she'd spent around Miranda, her affections for Keanu always seemed so dramatic that it was nothing short of an elaborate farce.

Yet, it wasn't like she had much of a choice when it came to going forward and having to endure it. Jobs in the fashion world were hard to come by and freelancing would hardly be enough to cover living expenses. So, alas, she'd have to put up with Miranda for a quite while to come. "Don't worry Emily," Emma hadn't even realized she'd zoned out until Miranda called her by the wrong name, for probably the dozenth time. At her next words, Miranda's voice dropped below what Keanu could hear, and there was a wicked glimmer in her gaze, "You're pretty enough, I'm sure you can trick a man into buying you a nice ring. Might not be as many carats, but you'll manage."

That little quip was definitely pay back for Saturday. Fuming, Emma longed to just let her have it, but she was growing so versed in holding her tongue that she did again, deciding right then and there that as much as she loved the kids, she was wholly willing to take the next sustaining job as long as Miranda was in the picture.

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