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oathofpromises · 9 months

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if you could just... stay here for a while. — from the Exarch to Stella, probably after his meeting with Vauthry and he's still a bit unsteady

The Exarch seldom asked anything of folks; the last time she offered to listen to his problems, he turned it down, saying it would only add to her burden. It's not that Au Ra ever considered any of this to be too much for her to bear or anything like that.It just felt like the Exarch had endured so much for millennia, even going so far as to shove his own sentiments to the side on a regular basis. Which was something the Warrior was able to empathize with.

"Are you certain? I don't want to bother you if you'd like to rest following your return from Eulmore."

It would be untrue to claim that Stella hadn't been deeply worried about the Exarch. It wasn't that she believed he was helpless; after all, this one individual had ensured the security of the entire Crystarium. Even though it wasn't something he asked for, he was determined to keep them all safe. It sounded like all he wanted was her company, but there was a part of the woman that felt there was more the Exarch hadn't told anyone.

"Forgive me for asking… if this seems intrusive, but I've noticed you've been limping a little more recently. Lyna told me it's been years since you've had anybody look at you…but if you let me, I might be able to offer something to assist with the agony. Don't dismiss it as insignificant. I can see how the crystals on your body are causing you pain every day. You may be able to trick everyone else, but I can see right through you."

Stella's words probably didn't sound right, but even she could tell that the crystals in the man's skin seemed extremely uncomfortable to deal with. He could probably fake it and act like everything was fine. Pretend his own feelings were inconsequential, but even the warrior could see how deeply he desired another human touch. To experience the kind of love he'd been denying himself for so long. Unless there was a particular reason for him to avoid even the most basic form of physical contact with other people, he wouldn't even allow himself to touch them. Surely, after everything he had been through, he had earned the right to find love.

After making her way over, she positioned herself such that she was seated on the bed alongside him. He'd never allowed a single soul inside his private quarters before, another indicator that it was much more serious. It seemed as though he was trying to speak, but no sound was coming out of his mouth.

'I have never let anyone see the real me. Most people would consider it to be unappealing. I've long accepted that truth, which is why I'm wearing this robe. No one will ever see how the tower has changed my physique.'

So Stella's intuition was correct; he saw himself as a monster unfit to feel another touch. Perhaps it was selfish of her to reach up and softly stroke the side of his face. It didn't escape her notice that the Exarch was biting his lower lip. Not repulsed by what she did, but rather treating the touch of her palm on the side of his face as if it were a source of pure bliss.

'We shouldn't do this…you are the Warrior of Darkness, and I am the Exarch. There are responsibilities that come first.'

Stella smiled gently as she leaned in to put her forehead on his. Maybe it was selfish; after all, the Exarch had only requested Stella to stay a little longer. He never stated that this was his intention. To have them feel so close while not breaching the gap between them. That was something she would never be able to do. He made it clear that his job as Exarch was the most important thing, but for a moment, she wished he would let her take care of him.

"I know…but what I feel in my heart is that for centuries you've denied yourself the simple touch of another human being. I might not be the one you're looking for.Lyna told me of a lost love…but at the very least, let me show you love. Something you've long been denied because of your duty. Surely I am the only person who truly understands what it is like to put the needs of others before my own. I wouldn't offer unless I trusted you. Let yourself be happy for one moment."

Stella slowly positioned herself behind the Exarch, allowing her fingers gently glide over his shoulder. The woman halts when the other seemed to let forth a little hiss. Stella noticed, as she looked down, that she had been delicately caressing the jagged crystal that was embedded into both his cheek and his shoulder. It had occurred to her before that any portion of him covered in crystal may be delicate to touch, perhaps painful in some areas.

"I apologize…I wasn't sure how tender it was to the touch.." the Au Ra murmured as she began to draw her hand away from him. Her mouth formed an audible "oh" when his hand seized her wrist. It wasn't aggressive, but she could sense something in his tone.

'Don't…stop..I need to feel your touch," he said as he drew back the robe over himself. It fell behind the other, halting just above his waist. Stella's cheeks flushed. She hadn't asked him to do it, but it appeared like an innocent gesture from a touch-starved man.His hand slowly moved to hers to rest against his chest, most of it covered with crystal as well.

"Exarch…I didn't mean for you to…you need rest," Stella muttered as his hand moved her fingertips across his chest. It wasn't as if he was setting anything up; rather, he simply yearned for another’s touch. It probably didn't matter if it was her or not. Which only caused a familiar ache rise inside her chest. In turn, causing the Au Ra to look away from the other.

It didn't help that the warrior of darkness likewise forbade herself such feelings. How long had it been since she had allowed someone caress her face? To grasp her hand, even for something as basic as a hug? Shaking her head, the woman let the Exarch slump back into her touch, the hood still covering his face. The only thing that would make her happy is if he would let her see him, but she was afraid it would never happen.

"Exarch…do me a favor and lean back into me. It's all right. Just trust me." Stella muttered as his fingers seemed to entwine with hers. His back leaning into her chest was such a simple gesture, but it was just what the other required. It didn't matter if she wasn't the person who he wished to share touches. If he was content, then that was all that mattered.

'Stella…' he purred out her name as if she were the most precious jewel in the world. Soft fingers caressed his cheek as she leaned down, pushing her lips to his. His body seemed to react slightly astonished, but she felt his other hand shift up and grasp the back of her head, keeping her there. As Stella felt the weakening of her knees, their tongues began to tango together. This was meant to be her showering him with affection, but the Exarch clearly craved affections that far surpassed time. A part of the warrior didn't want his lips to leave hers. The warmth she felt against her own. It was a feeling she could hardly even begin to properly describe. All she knew was the way he kissed her back was the touch of a lover. His fingers ran through her long pink hair before managing to untie the ponytail she normally wore. It surprised the Au Ra, as long locks flowed over her shoulders.

Why did this feel so familiar…like they weren't supposed to be doing this, yet a part of their hearts yearned for it.

#— ❛❛ //Final Fantasy XIV¦I will tell you a tale. A tale of a world on the brink.・「 Main Verse」#— ❛❛ // CRYSTAL EXARCH ¦ Across time and space I will always love you・「 Diademreigned」#— ❛❛ // STELLA CAELUM & CRYSTAL EXARCH ¦DYNAMIC・「You are my star the one I can ill afford to lose」#— ❛❛ // STELLA CAELUM ¦ our hearts endure and remain forever strong ・「 Threads」#This may'be gotten a bit more soft but they deserve it ;w;#this also went way longer than intended but left it open if you want to reply don’t have to but there if you wanted to

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kyuala · 3 years

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7 minutes in heaven with cravity

a/n: these are all assuming ur comfortable w it of course! no smut here.

serim

he wants to kiss you like he REALLY wants to kiss you but the first thing he's gonna do is make sure you're comfortable

homeboy does get a little bashful before making a move

holds you sooooo tight BRO his hands are gonna be firmly placed on your waist or your ass if u let him

doesnt wanna jump the gun or seem clingy but will continue things after the 7 minutes are up if u want tbh

allen

honestly before anything he can't believe his luck like he was expecting literally anyone else but you

a gentleman through and through like sir this isn't a date at a fancy restaurant but thank you for holding the closet door open for me anyways

wants to kiss you but is also down to just talk the entire time you're there

if you kiss he'll make sure to bring his A game to ensure you'll wanna do this again outside the closet hehe

will want to stay by your side the rest of the night tbh but he'll be chill if you need space

jungmo

nervous but excited. a lil blushy too

avoids eye contact unless you show him you want to kiss him too, then he's like 👁️👄👁️ at you

wants things to stay soft n chill and will take it slow bc honestly he's not worried abt the time limit. he just wants to enjoy this time with you

i feel like he would have the softest of touches and he would quietly giggle a lot too 😔 pls

he's a lil bashful afterwards but he's also like this :] the rest of the night

woobin

u know that surprised lil face he does? thats his reaction right up until you gotta walk into that closet

i honestly dont know what he would do lmfao i feel like he wouldn't rly try anything bc he doesn't wanna disrespect u somehow or he would just say something like "we dont have to do anything u dont wanna do"

idk man if yall do end up kissing i feel like he wouldn't really be as nervous outwardly? like he would be rly chill, take things slow and keep taking little breaks, reassuring you if needed

rly mysterious abt what went down in the closet when u both walk out like his friends will ask and he will just stay silent

wonjin

he's gonna be soooo cocky it's like he thinks you used telekinesis to make the bottle point to him yourself or something

once inside the closet he actually has no idea what to do lmfao

he WOULD be all talk if he wasn't also fucking insane so once he snaps out of it he'll be all up on you

walks out with this dopey look on his face and tells his friends he's found the one and that he's gonna marry you even tho y'all just made out a little bit

minhee

thinks this is weird

didn't even wanna play in the first place

if he's already attracted to you tho he might start to reconsider a little bit

will not go beyond a few kisses tho and his hands stay on your back at all times

walks out red as tomato like bro he just wants to go home (and maybe text you later to say he enjoyed himself)

hyeongjun

as soon as the bottle stops he just Freezes .

most likely to just blurt out a random compliment bc he's nervous and you're hot and that makes him even more nervous

he wants to come closer, he wants to kiss you but he just doesn't know what to do with himself so he'll just bashfully and uncertainly inch closer to you while dropping hints if you don't take the first step

it will all be rly cute and soft with him no matter the desire between you two, pls 🤕

taeyoung

excited but hides it well (he might do a lil victory dance when he thinks ur not looking)

tries to make light conversation first instead of jumping right into it, makes a few jokes here n there to break the tension

does not complain when you get right into the kiss though, i mean who is he to say no

will probably want to keep things chill for the 7 minutes

high-fives his friends when y'all walk out but he's not an asshole about it

seongmin

wants to die right from the get-go

if u thought minhee's blush was bad you should see seongmin's, it's BAD

will stay frozen in a corner as far away from you as possible if you don't take the initiative to get closer

his face is burning and his heart is thumping in his chest from a simple liplock but he battles it like a champ bc he wants you to think he's a good kisser and want to kiss him again

has logged out from the moment the bottle stopped like everything his friends or even you say to him afterwards just doesn't register he's in space man

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mammonprotectionsquad · 3 years

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can i get mammon with the starters "Kiss me again" and "Can we be alone for a bit?" i'm the biggest simp ever for that man 💗

Welcome to the Mammon simp club, anon! xD 💕

I hope you like what I came up with for those sentences :3

If anyone else would like to send a prompt as well, here's the Soft Sentence Starters list 😊

"Can we be alone for a bit?"

Mammon x GN!Reader

Normally you didn't mind the parties Diavolo hosted regularly. In fact, you usually quite enjoyed them. Especially because it never got boring with the brothers around, one of them always coming up with something that kept everything interesting.

Though that day you had already felt a little off the second you woke up. You couldn't tell why, there was no real reason for it either, but there was this underlying anxiety. Thankfully it wasn't too bad and you were able to go about your day.

At least until you were surrounded by quite some demons in the castle. The ballroom packed and with every minute that passed, you felt like it got more and more difficult to breathe.

Your eyes darted around the room, eventually landing on the one person you trusted the most, walking over to him on autopilot, barely registering the other people around you as you tried to focus on not hyperventilating. And once you stood right next to Mammon, you reached out to take his hand, the sudden contact causing him to flinch and his head snapped around to look at you.

"O-oi! Whatcha think you're doing there, human?!", he exclaimed, although as soon as he noticed your troubled expression, his own changed into a somewhat worried one. "You good?"

At first you only managed to shake your head.

"Can... Can we be alone for a bit?", you managed to get out, voice thin and a little shaky.

"Yeah, sure."

He didn't waste any time to pull you along through the crowd, keeping a firm grip on your hand to ensure you wouldn't get lost on the way. Only stopping when you've reached an empty hallway, the music and voices a faint background noise.

Breathing got easier again, without you feeling like you were about to drown in a sea of people. Who were too loud, too energetic. Something you were used to from living at the House of Lamentation, but for some reason it was completely different at that party. Taking a toll on you and triggering your flight instinct.

Though you got thrown completely off guard when hands methodically began to inspect your body, Mammon's brows drawn together as he apparently looked for any kind of injuries.

"Did someone hurt ya?", he muttered, leaving you to blink at him a couple times.

If you weren't still trying to calm down, you would've chuckled about him immediately assuming that someone laid their hands on you. It was honestly too adorable. At the same time the way he worried about you had your heart racing for an entirely different reason.

"No. I'm not hurt. Just having a bad day, I guess" you tried to soothe him.

"Ya know you don't have to protect anyone, right? If you tell me which bastard dared to-"

Before you were even able to process what you were doing, you already cupped his cheeks in your hands, pulling him in for a rather clumsy kiss and effectively shutting him up that way.

The second you pulled apart, you saw how red Mammon's face had turned, while you felt your own heat up.

Normally you weren't that impulsive and internally you began to freak out. What if he didn't like it? What if he didn't even want to kiss you in the first place? The previous panic attack making room for one fueled by the fear of rejection from the demon you fell head over heels for.

"Kiss me again."

Your mind came to a rattling halt at his words, relief washing over you.

His cheeks were still flushed and he had a rather expectant look in his eyes.

And honestly, who were you to deny him? Especially when it seemed like your feelings weren't unrequited after all.

The second kiss was less clumsy, much gentler, while his arms wrapped around you to keep you nice and close. Giving you a feeling of security that slowly but surely chased the lasting anxiety away.

"Feelin' better, yet?", he murmured against your lips. Both of you unwilling to get any sort or distance.

"Mhm. Can we still stay here a little longer?"

Instead of answering, he crashed his lips against yours once more.

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emperor-palpaminty · 3 years

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Heart Song

Part 1: In which Tech meets his soulmate as a cadet. I like soulmate AUs. Yes, there will be lots of parts to this. Forgive me.

As far as the young clone knew, the clones had gone through specific DNA alterations to ensure they wouldn't hear the voice of their soul mates. They were soldiers, not lovers. They were told as soon as they began training that if they heard an unfamiliar voice to report it to their supervisor.

The child wasn't necessarily concerned with this- he was only a cadet. War and training were the only things he was concerned with.

He laid back in his bunk, eyes squeezed shut with pain. Trying to see from far away hurt his eyes, but he didn't want to say anything. He didn't want to get in trouble. People already made fun of him and his brothers. The biggest out of all of them already had selected a name- Wrecker- and it fit him. The other boys, the normal boys, had used his name against him. Wrecker didn't seem to care, though, and he stayed confident in his skills.

He breathed deeply, rubbing his bleary eyes, trying to calm himself down.

A voice broke through his head and jarred him. It was sweet, feminine, and melodious. Was it... singing?

The boy sat up abruptly, head smacking the top of his bunk. "Ow!"

The voice in his head went quiet. "Who's there?" She whispered.

"Uh." The boy coughed. "Hi."

She gasped. "Are you my soulmate?"

"That's not possible. I don't have one."

"Everyone has a soulmate, silly!" She giggled.

The boy's heart thumped. Her voice was the prettiest voice he had ever heard. "Wow," he breathed. "Your voice is..."

"Awesome?" She laughed again. "Thanks. I like yours too."

"Was that you singing?" He whispered, laying back down, slowly. He didn't want to wake anyone up.

"Yes. I have voice lessons tomorrow, so I was practicing. I like singing." There was a pause, and then she said, this time matching his whisper, "Can you still hear me?"

"I can!" The boy whispered back, hardly able to contain his joy. "I have a soulmate!"

Her giggles filled his head, and he hugged his pillow (just the one he had) tightly. "What's your name, soulmate?"

"I, uh..." he frowned. "I don't have one."

"But... everyone has a name."

The boy's face warmed in the dark. "I haven’t picked one yet. My brother has! His name is Wrecker."

"You get to pick your own name? Oh, I love that."He heard a muffled squeak, and his heart fluttered again. "What will you pick?"

"I don't know yet," he confessed. "When I know what I'm good at, I will."

She yawned, sweetly, and the boy could imagine a little girl in bed. Perhaps she was with other people, like he was, or alone. He had thought about having his own room, especially when Wrecker scored. "You need to sleep." He said quietly.

"May I talk to you tomorrow?" She yawned again.

"Yes!" The boy agreed. He watched his brother, the one with blonde hair, shift in his sleep, and he lowered his voice. "I may not be able to talk back a lot tomorrow. I have training."

"What are you training for?" She mumbled.

"I'm going to be a soldier." He said, quite simply. "I believe tomorrow is flight simulation." He hugged his pillow gently, exhaling. He pressed his face in it. "Can you sing more?"

"Of course. Goodnight, Soulmate." The girl began to hum softly, singing lilting words. "Come guess me this riddle, what beats pipe and fiddle..."

The cadet was asleep, soundly, within the minuite. He wished he had some way to remember her voice and listen to it through the day.

___

His eyes hurt through the day again, but his little heart was soaring in joy as his fingers moved quickly on the keys. He had no issue seeing in front of him, just further away.

His number was called, pulling him out of his mind replaying the lullaby from last night. He rose, trying to not be shaky, walked to the Sargent, ignoring the other boys glaring at him. "Yes, sir?" He ignored his leg bouncing, trying to not reveal his nerves. Did the older clone know he had a soulmate? That he heard a voice?

"Come with me, CT-99-403." The Sargent in charge lead the boy away. The cadet glanced back at his brothers, their faces standing out with worry and different from the identical sea of clones.

The cadet followed, quietly. He avoided eye contact at the kaminoian female who was leaning over the holopad, eager. "Thank you, Sargent." Nalaa Se stood, turning to the boy.

"Yes, maam?" The cadet stood at attention, thinking back through everything he could possibly be in trouble for.

The Kaminoian waved, lowering her datapad. "At ease, CT-99-403." She traced the room slowly. "I wanted to speak to you and your batch. Individually."

The boy shifted, quiet.

"You and your brothers were made with individual purposes in mind. We believe that the four of you will fully grow into a special batch." Her insectoid eyes scanned him, and the cadet did his best to stay neutral in face. She continued speaking. "Your scores in the flight and mechanic simulation are one hundred and thirty five percent higher than average." She folded her fingers, long neck craning. "Your mathematical and quantitative skills are... maturing quickly." Nalaa Se picked up the holopad again. "Your mind is technologically advanced. We'll be specializing your training with additional combatative skills and technology or engineering, as with your brothers. You will all specialize in different fields."

The boy's heart fell. "Will I still get to see my brothers- my batch?" He said, soft. He was almost frightened to ask.

"Yes. You'll all train together in combat." The kaminoian waved a hand dismissively.

"Um... actually, I wanted to ask," the boy said quickly, and the insectoid eyes peered up again. He half-shuddered and spoke. "My eyes... it's hard to see."

She frowned at him, comprehending, not judging. "Stop at the medical bay. I'll have them create some lenses for you."

The cadet's heart had fallen before, but now it plummeted. He would be the only clone with glasses. He gave a half-hearted "Thank you. Maam." Before hurrying out, towards the medbay.

___

"Soulmate?"

Tech gasped, glancing up from his glasses, which he was examining in his hands. "You're here!" He whispered, delighted.

Her laugh brightened his day. "Have you picked a name yet?"

"No, but I think I have an idea." He tugged the regulated blanket over him, rolling over and hugging the pillow again. "I met with my maker today."

"Maker? You mean... your parents?"

"Er- yes." He coughed quietly. She wouldn't understand. "My... parents, they said I was advanced in technology and scared high in engineering fields."

"Oh! My soulmate is smart!"

The boy's heart soared. On a planet where he was reminded that he belonged to the means of war, it was nice to be called someone's 'something'. "I... yes," he cleared his throat. "I want it to be something like that."

"Smarty-pants," She teased. Her laughter followed.

He smiled, squeezing his pillow, happy. "Song bird."

"So what is your name gonna be?"

"I don't think I can say," he said, quietly. "Doesn't that... go against the rules?"

"Well, we can try!" She declared. The cadet sighed happily, snuggling his face im his pillow, heart tumbling between his ribs. "My name is-"

Static. Nothing.

"I didn't hear it."

"Oh. That does make it complicated, then." She mumbled, significantly more down cast.

The cadet yawned softly, tucking the blanket around his shoulders. "I'll find you some day, soul mate."

"I thought I was song bird, smarty-pants.'

He giggled, unlike himself, and nestled into what warmth he could find. "You are, song bird. And I'll find you.' He yawned again, then rubbed his face. "Can... can you sing again?"

"Sure! The same song, or something else?"

Oh, he wanted to memorize her song. Every word and every melody and every note of the lullaby, all the songs she could ever sing. "I liked the one last night. But what's your favorite one?"

There was silence, and then she spoke softly. "Are you in bed?'

"Yes."

"Does no one come tuck you in?"

The boy's face emblazoned with red, and he, remembering she could not see him, spoke. "No."

"Then I'll tuck you in some day." She said, gently. "And I'll sing you to sleep."

The boy's heart imploded, and he curled up in bed as she softly sung. "I saw the light, fade from the sky..."

As he closed his eyes, the boy whispered, "Tech. My name is Tech." He doubted she could hear him, but it felt good to say the name he claimed to be his and no one else's.

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herherteartear · 3 years

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blanket kick

précis— Peter's not the suave man he would hope to be in front of his crush. instead, he's a blushing mess that haunts his memories and causes him to take out his frustrations on his blanket. luckily, you prefer cherry cheeks over smooth lines any day.

pairing— Peter Parker x enhanced!maximoff!reader

a/n— this is my first standalone written story and my first time writing for marvel! i hope you guys enjoy thisss<3 i'm also open to creating drabbles to continue this if anyone's interested????! pls enjoy and pls comment and let me know ur thoughts!!!

there are many ways to describe Peter Parker, but none could ever wholly capture the true essence of the boy

besides the obvious stuff,, his intelligence , his insanely good looks , his teenage awkwardness,,

it was a hard feat to string along words to describe the way he carries himself , the way he is with others , the way his heart loves with the same ability a sponge soaks up water and soap

Peter's had crushes before

perhaps more than he'd like to admit

(can't blame the boy, who gave Ty Lee the right be that cute!?)

but when he sees her, his heart begins to swell and suddenly, he forgets how to breathe..

or how to think... talk. y'know normal human stuff

in all honesty, Peter has tried his absolute hardest to block out their first meeting from his memories

he doesn't regret meeting her, of course not! never would he even repent that embarrassingly wonderful day

he only wishes it would've gone a little differently

let's set the scene, shall we?

the sun was shining brightly, the sky was a Carolina blue, the clouds were the prettiest porcelain color, rimmed with lace

Peter was riding in an awfully silent car that Happy was driving to the airport. despite being terrified of what's to come,, the fight Mr. Stark had recruited him for,, the boy was thoroughly enjoying this adventure.

the car came to a stop, which did little for Peter's nerves. he gathered his courage before stepping out, eyes squinting at the brightness of the yellow sun. once his eyes adjusted, they landed on the prettiest head of hair he had ever seen

(although he did think the same for Hermione Granger)

Peter had never been on a plane before that day. but even then, his sparkling eyes stayed trained on her,, completely ignoring the brilliant private jet behind her

"oh? Happy, i thought it was just us?" her voice made Peter's ears burn. he swallowed thickly. you blinked at Peter, curious but also intrigued , you smiled.

to which Peter choked. on air. your eyebrows furrowed in worry.

"a-are you okay?"

"god, kid, get ahold of yourself."

"i-i'm okay! it's– i'm– i'm fine!" Peter quickly stuttered out.

"well, Yn, this is– uh,, what's your name again?" Happy turned towards the boy who's cheeks were now redder than a firetruck.

"oh! i'm Peter– Peter Parker. it's nice to meet you- not that i don't know you. well i don't, y'know not personally. but like from the news.. not that i believe the news! they're awful to you, but i mean i guess i do sometimes– but never about what they say about you–"

"i'm Yn Maximoff. it's nice to meet you too, Peter." you cut him off before Happy strangled the cute boy. you had an amused smile

he was cute

finally getting on the plane, Peter had hoped he would be able to sit far away from you and wallow in his embarrassment,

maybe sneak a glance or two.. imagine a couple of scenarios where he wasn't a doofus,

but that's not quite what happened.

after witnessing just how much the new kids was able to ramble,, Happy was not about to spend a whole ass plane ride remotely close to him

so he took it upon himself to make the kiddies sit together.. much to Peter's dismay.

like!!? did Happy not see how Peter crashed and burned in font of you?!

you, on the other hand,, had the opposite reaction.

being the youngest avenger, you don't get to be around people your age too much,, which isn't something you're complaining about!!

you totally made the decision to be an avenger and you happily welcomed the consequences..

that didn't mean you didn't get lonely at times. especially now with the accords and the team breaking up., things got a whole lot more lonely

your sister, Wanda, had made her choice to leave the compound. you completely understood why, but a part of you had hoped she would've taken you with her

although, staying at the compound did ensure your safety.

it was a weird time for the avenger's , it felt wrong for you to say some of your teammates were criminals

it left a sour taste in your mouth

you glanced from the window seat to see Peter nervously wringing his fingers. you frowned.

"are you okay?" you asked, gently. Peter's eyes widened and his heart jumped to his throat. he wanted to say something, something cool or aloof, something that would make up for his ranting earlier

"i've never been on a plane before." Peter squeaked out. he dropped his shoulders, rolling his eyes at himself. that was the highest pitch he had ever heard his voice. you took in his clearly anxious posture.

"lets switch seats? maybe looking out the window will help you." you stated. before Peter could quickly shake his head, because how rude would it be of him to take your seat?, you were already stood up.

"oh god!" Peter breathed. he quickly shifted over to the seat you once occupied. he wanted to put up more of a fight, but the way you were swaying due to the turbulence, made his palms sweat in fear for your safety.

"you, like, swing from buildings and stuff, right?" you asked. he turned to you with a nod. "are you afraid of heights? or do you just not like planes?"

oh god. oh. no. you thought– you thought he was scared of being on the plane. Peter wanted to shrink in a hole and hide. you probably thought he was such a baby! that he could handle swinging from hundreds of feet in the air, but a plane is where he drew the line?

but what else is he supposed to say? 'oh, no! it's not the plane I'm scared of. it's just your beautiful smile and the way you smell like cocoa that gets me sweating'

wtf.

that was so wrong in so many ways.

"um, no, no. i'm okay, just– just a little nervous, is all." Peter tried to force out a chuckle. but it come out more like a cough. you mouth formed an 'o.'

"ohh, okay." you paused before your eyes lit up. "how about we play a game? to distract you?"

"o– okay.."

"can you talk with spiders?" Peter lifted his eyes from looking at his hands hovering above yours,; he let out a much more relaxed laugh than earlier.

you took advantage of his distraction to swiftly bring your palm from underneath his and slap the top of Peter's hand. he jumped.

"ouch!" he playfully pouted. you eyes glanced down at his lips. you giggled nervously. your hand went to hover over his, him now being the one to do the slapping. "of course i can't talk to spiders! i– i feel like i should probably be able to shape-shift into a spider in order for that to happen, y'know?"

you nodded thoughtfully. "that's true.. you didn't hear this from me, but i heard there's an Ant-Man going around." Peter looked at you with wide eyes.

"no way! that's crazy! does he like turn into an ant?" you bumped his hand with yours in order to get his attention back to the game. his hand burned at the feeling

"i don't know-" you said in a singsong tone. "it's just what's being said around the compound." you quickly slid your hands to avoid Peter's attack. he huffed.

"how are you so good at this?" he knitted his eyebrows to focus on how to attack quickly without hurting you.

"it's a game i used to play with my brother and sister." you answered. Peter finally took his chance to slap your hands, to which you squealed excitedly as you had tried to move in time. Peter and you fell into a fit of giggles.

you both leaned against your seats, still facing each other. your hands fell on top of Peter's.

the brown haired boy quickly slid his hand out from under yours, not because he didn't enjoy the contact, but because he was worried you'd feel how clammy his hands were

you frowned slightly at the loss of contact.

"a– are we really fighting your sister?" Peter wondered out loud, without a second thought.

you shifted uncomfortably. Peter quickly noticed; his heart sped up and he mentally scolded himself for being so inconsiderate.

"not because i think she's evil! i mean,, i know that's what the news says.. but they also think Spider-Man's like thirty. and i'm not thirty! its just everything's crazy right now.. with the accords., i can't even imagine how you're feeling! probably terrible.. oh, g od wait, not terrible, i'm s–"

you had been watching with an endearing look in your eye. you had come to find that you enjoy watching Peter ramble.

his eyes would become unsettled and shaky, his body would begin to become more and more animated, but his voice

gosh, his voice was something you wanted to listen to for the rest of your life

but you could tell he was getting more and more skittish. so you put him out of his misery

"terrible probably wouldn't be my go-to word, it's up there though.. at least i got to meet you." you smiled softly.

Peter's eyes ran over your soft features. night had fallen, so the windows of the plan displayed an almost picturesque display of the moon and stars. the light hue of color the moon provided painted your face in a way that clouded Peter's thoughts.

with your comment of being grateful to have met him, Peter wasn't in control of his mouth for much longer.

"so pretty." he breathed. both of you guys froze.

Peter's face quickly morphed from love-sick to mortified. you blushed violently.

deciding you didn't want Peter to fall into another rant-like apology (because if you got to listen to him talk for that long in this setting, you might just drop the 'L' word) , you said,

"let's watch a movie?"

the two of you sat, shoulder to shoulder, watching Scott Pilgrim Vs. the World, but being too hyper aware of their thighs pressed together and brushing hands to actually pay attention

upon arrival, both teenagers walked off the plane, sleep deprived , but with thumping hearts and dazed grins.

Peter threw himself on his hotel bed that night,, hiding under the covers

his thoughts replayed your interaction over and over (and over and over) in his head

the boy shoved his head, face first, into the stiff hotel pillow and let out a muffled groan

Peter flipped himself over, stared at the ceiling, before remembering his spouts of unnecessarily long explanations

he thrashed his body, kicking his poor blanket in frustration but most of all, out of embarrassment

he calmed himself down once his memories refreshed themselves over your gentle giggles and how soft your hands were

Peter fell asleep with cherry red cheeks and a blissful grin.

because despite those small mess ups, despite the futile way he beat his covers in humiliation, Peter treasures that day like no other.

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sckyie · 3 years

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word count: 1.2k

genre + warnings: fluff; tsuki gets protective on the train, light swearing

pronouns used: she/her

a/n: i wrote this on my wattpad since i havent posted in a while,,

tsukki

don't be late dumbass, i'm not waiting for you

you when he's so nice on your FIRST date >>>

tsukki the more sarcastic you are the less time i'm giving you

you calm your tits i'm literally approaching you

Tsukishima looks up from his phone to see you approaching and felt his cheeks warm up. He hasn't seen you all dolled up outside of school and your video calls. He's always seen the school and gym uniform and your at-home clothes. Today was different than all those other days. It wasn't a study date nor a walk home.

Today was the whole day just for the two of you. Tsukishima had asked you the other day to go out on a date to prove a point to his upperclassmen that he wasn't talking to an imaginary girl. Nonetheless, Tsukishima had feelings for you but never officially asked you to be his. Maybe today was the day?

"Hey loser," He says as you approached.

"Hi," You gleamed. His salty attitude compared to yours made it seem like the two of you would never click. "Let's go?"

Tsukki nods before holding out his hand. You tilt your head at his kind gesture. You could tell by his scrunched nose that he wouldn't offer it later on. Happily, you place your palm in his as you two made your way to the train station.

At the booth, Tsukki pays for both your tickets to Sendai and makes sure you stay close to him. Today was a busy day for the train from Miyagi to Sendai, causing you to squeeze against Tsukishima. The two of you were blushing like crazy as this was the closest you two had ever been.

Once the crowd died down, Tsukki had noticed a pair of eyes on your skirt across the train car. Without thought, he pulled off his jacket, draping it over you. "What- Tsukki? I'm not cold," You say.

"If you trust me, you'd wear it until we get to the museum," He says, adjusting his coat to cover your skirt. You nod, letting him fix the ends. Once he finished, he made eye contact with the perv staring at you. Tsukki shoots a death glare, causing you to look up and turn around to see what he's glaring at. Before you could see what he was looking at, Tsukishima moved your head to just look at him.

After the whole train situation, you two arrive at the Sendai station with your hands linked. The two of you took a bus to a cafe by the museum to get lunch. You were able to convince Tsukki to let you pay for lunch but he asked to pay for the museum tickets.

"So you mean to tell me," You giggled. "The saltiest man I know likes the softest dessert out there?"

"Keep talking, watch what happens," He points his fork at you causing your hands to fly up in defense.

"Tsukki, I have to ask," You start.

"Hm?" He takes a bite out of the shortcake.

"Why'd you choose to take me out on a date? I thought you didn't like me that way," You tap his fork with yours.

"Hm, I don't like you like that," He says. Your happy expression falls and he immediately started to chuckle. "Come on pipsqueak, I was joking. You know I like you, why else would I confess to you?"

"True. I didn't believe you were actually confessing because well, you don't seem like you like anyone," You say. Tsukki leans over to wipe your face, making you blush. "Thank you..."

Tsukki smirks at your rosy cheeks before finishing the cake. You roll your eyes before you both left for the museum. Hand in hand, Tsukishima and you had walked from the cafe to the ticket booth to see the exhibits. As he promised, he paid for both of you.

Throughout the date, Tsukki worried that you wouldn't enjoy the museum as much as he does. To his surprise, you'd ask him so many questions, and was genuinely curious about the different artifacts. He noticed the sparkle in your eye as he spoke more about the different dinosaurs.

The two of you approached the dinosaur bones and asked Tsukki how much he knows about all the different artifacts. The pure joy in your eyes made Tsukishima smile at how cute you reacted. With every exhibit, you pointed out different things and read the information plaque in front of them.

"You really like dinosaurs," You smiled as he rolled his eyes. "Ooh! There's a gift shop! Can we go Tsukki?"

"Oh, sure," He says. You dragged Tsukishima's hand to the shop. You admired the different items in the store. You stopped at the jewelry and noticed a cute pair of dangling gold earrings. They had little triceratops hanging from the chain with little hearts for eyes. You looked at the price and sighed before moving on to the stuffed animals.

You picked up a small triceratops plush and showed it off to Tsukki. "Look," You smiled. "Look at how squishy his face is." You squeezed its face and held it out to him.

"Do you want it?" He asks.

"Don't buy it," You say immediately putting it back. He reached over you and picked it back up.

"I asked if you wanted it," Tsukki leaned down to meet your face.

"No," You lied.

"I'm buying it either way," He says. You rolled your eyes when you got a phone call from your mom. "Go take the call, I'll go pay for this."

You nod and leave the store, talking to your mom while Tsukishima pays. He glances behind him to ensure no one is near you and you're being nearby. He finishes his transaction before going outside and joining you.

The train ride and walk home were filled with recalling all the different artifacts you saw. Tsukishima smiled at how happy you were at the museum and was glad to know it was a right choice to go.

At the doorsteps of your house, Tsukishima hands you the triceratops from earlier. "Aww, thanks Tsukki," You smiled. "What should I name him?"

"Trig, after the subject you love greatly," He refers to your trigonometry study dates and how much you struggle with the subject.

"Fuck off," You chuckled. "I'll call him Kei-Kei. Thank you again Tsukishima for taking me out today. I had a lot of fun." Tsukki rolls his eyes as you hugged the stuffie close to your body.

"No problem," He says as he fiddles with something in his pocket. "Before I leave, I got you these."

Tsukki places a pair of earrings in your hand, more specifically the ones you wanted. You smiled at the sight and jumped up to hug him. His hands cautiously hug your torso as you squeezed his neck. "What have you done with the real Tsukki?" You pull away. "He's never this nice."

"Shut up," He growled.

"I'm kidding," You gleamed. "Thank you."

"Again, you're welcome," Tsukki rubbed the back of his neck. You two fell quiet for a second. To break the silence, you tiptoed and pecked his cheek, close to his lips.

"Let me know when you get home, m'kay?" You say before disappearing into your house. You lean against the door, smiling like crazy as you hugged your new plush.

Little did you know, Tsukishima was doing the same on the way home. His heart filled with joy and his mind full of love.

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1dfangirls35 · 4 years

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Voir Dire (N.H.) A fake dating OU about contracts, soulmates and risking it all for love.

Masterlist // Tell Me What You Think!

twenty-eight

As the elevator ticked past each floor of the Capitol Records building, Niall began to wonder if this would be the last time he would ever step foot in this or any place related to music.

He still remembered the first time he stepped foot in the iconic building- fresh off the One Direction hiatus and unsure what he would be as an artist. His dreams for his solo career just within reach. He was a different person back then. A person that was willing to do whatever it took to make it in the music world and to make a name for himself. A person who believed that Capitol Records was the key to paving a career that fit his dreams perfectly. A person who still believed that the music industry wasn't all bad.

But today was the end of that. He would no longer give up his own relationships, hopes and dreams just because of an image that his label wanted him to portray. He would no longer be letting someone else dictate his life; what he sang, what he wore, who he loved. No today, for perhaps the first time in his career, Niall was going to take charge of his own destiny.

A part of Niall was still scared that something could go wrong. He'd asked Kelsey ten times last night whether she was sure she wanted to go through with this, knowing what might happen if their plan didn't quite go off without a hitch.

Each time he'd asked her, she'd nodded and smiled and told him there's nothing she'd ever been more sure about. Niall knew saying those words was hard for her. He also knew that the smile on her face was constructed with just as much fear as Niall had right now. But he couldn't be happier to finally be at the place where he and Kelsey could have the life together he'd always dreamed of. Free of contracts and fake girlfriends and manipulation.

Niall didn't wait for Alan Michaels's secretary to greet him when he stepped off the elevator, or for her to notify Mr. Michaels that he had a visitor. Instead he headed full speed towards the double-glass doors of the Capitol executive's office and pushed them open, saying in his strongest, gutsiest voice "We need to talk."

Alan Michaels turned from his computer, snapping his head around to look at Niall with surprise. "Mr. Horan did we have a meeting today?"

"We do now." Niall said forcefully, taking a seat in the chair in front of the desk. He tried to ignore the light shake of his hands as he folded them in his lap, instead taking delight in the fact that Alan Michaels had no idea what was coming for him.

"And what can I do for you today Mr. Horan?" Mr. Michaels asked in a long drawn-out voice, shuffling a stack of papers around on his desktop.

"Whatever you did to make Kelsey Benton break up with me- I want it nullified," Niall doesn't flinch as he says the words, staring straight into Mr. Michaels dark brown eyes as if they aren't the most intimidating pair he's ever seen.

Niall swears it takes five minutes before words leave Mr. Michaels mouth again, his heartbeat rapid in his ear.

"Excuse me?" Mr. Michaels said his face astonished. "I'm sorry Mr. Horan, I have no idea what you are talking about. Have you been in contact with Miss Benton?"

"Not at all." Niall said, his lips staying in a straight line. "And I've begun to realize that perhaps there is a reason why." Niall wondered if this small fib would be enough to convince Alan Michaels that Kelsey hadn't breeched the conditions of her contract, but even if Michaels suspected he did, there was no proof.

"I can assure you Mr. Horan, what Miss Benton chooses to do in her relationship is entirely under her control. Perhaps she simply decided you weren't the one for her," the lies slipped out of Mr. Michaels mouth with ease, and Niall can see why he has this job. He's good at it. The lying, the manipulating, the convincing. Niall wondered how many other artists have sat in this very spot and been convinced that the label was doing everything in their best interest. How many hearts had been broken, families changed, careers altered all under the power of Alan Michaels and his smug smile. That wouldn't be the case today.

Niall had not expected this to be a simple meeting. He knew Alan Michaels wouldn't admit to meddling in his relationship willingly, so Niall had come prepared with his own pretty little piece of blackmail.

"Let me make myself clear- ALAN," Niall's voice was strong. "I happen to know several journalists who are just a phone call away from releasing an interview with me about my fake relationship with Krystal. I'm sure it would be the talk of LA in a matter of minutes."

Niall watched as Mr. Michaels throat bobbed in a firm swallow, he had his attention now.

"You are under a contract Mr. Horan. These promotional tactics are not to be disclosed to the public."

"And if I chose to tell my fans the truth? That you've hired someone to be my girlfriend over the past year. That the dates, the music video, the "love" was entirely something of your own creation in order to help increase your record sales. That I was forced into this against my will? What would you do then?"

"Well we would have to terminate your contract with Capitol Records. You would no longer be one of our recording artists." The look on Alan Michaels face told Niall that he thought he had given the ultimate threat, but little did Alan Michaels know, that threat was exactly what Niall wanted him to say.

"I bet you'd hate to see that happen wouldn't you? I mean a number one album in 42 countries, a sold-out world tour, some of the most dedicated fans in the universe. There's a lot more where that came from," Niall was taunting him now, and the more Mr. Michaels smug grin transformed into a frown, the more fun Niall was having. He was getting to Alan Michaels, he could tell.

"We would hate to see one of Capitol's best artists leave the label, that's for certain," Mr. Michaels said, his voice now laced with nervousness instead of intimidation.

"So you see the dilemma here? Looks like you are going to have to choose between terminating whatever kind of threat you made with Miss Benton to ensure she didn't ruin your promotional plans or terminating your relationship with one of your most successful artists. I mean if it was me, Alan, I don't think I'd think twice about it. What's the girl to you?" Niall crossed his legs in the chair, staring Mr. Michaels with a soft grin on his face.

Mr. Michaels kept his hand folded. He didn't say anything, Niall thought he was considering it. He didn't even think he'd get this far. He assumed that Alan Michaels would be invincible to manipulation. But today was proof that if you play the right cards, the right threat can convince anyone to change their stance.

Alan Michaels took a deep breath. "Kelsey Benton's contract will be nullified."

"Now," Niall added firmly. He couldn't risk this not going through. Not with what he was about to do next. "You'll let her know now."

Mr. Michaels nodded, picking up his phone. "Samantha, can you get Kelsey Benton on the line for me please?" He hung up, looking Niall in the eyes. The two stare at each other, neither speaking. Until the phone rings again. Niall can only assume its Kelsey on the other line.

"Is this Miss Benton?" Mr. Michaels asked. Niall can't hear Kelsey on the other line, but he pictures her sitting on Niall's couch, still in her pajamas, smiling at the sound of Alan Michaels voice. The thought made a small smile break through Niall's otherwise serious expression.

"This is Alan Michaels with Capitol Records. We've decided to terminate the contract we've signed with you. All I need is your official signature and it's gone forever."

Mr. Michaels hung up the phone, turning to look at Niall expectantly, as if to say 'Happy now'.

"So that's official?" Niall asked, cautious to make any more moves before the pieces were set in place.

"Official as of my signature right now. Miss Benton's signature is mainly a formality. It's as if our agreement never existed."

"Good." Niall nodded, inhaling deeply before saying his next words. "Well now that that's taken care of. I'd like to notify you that I'm officially terminating my contract with Capitol Records."

"But..." Mr. Michaels protested.

"My lawyers have assured me that there is nothing in our current agreement limiting me from telling anyone about what went on here once our contract has been terminated. I'd get your PR team ready, Alan. My fans don't take too lightly to people messing with my life." He stood up, pulling down his charcoal suit jacket and reaching out a hand to shake. "Best of luck with everything."

"But Mr. Horan..." Mr. Michaels seemed to be at a loss for words. "We can work something out, we can come up with a new agreement. I promise you we will not hire anyone for your PR again..." Alan Michaels was stumbling through his words now, but Niall just smiled and made his way towards the office doors.

He walked past Mr. Michaels secretary, who has now stood up, looking towards the office and the still rambling Alan Michaels standing in his office doorway.

"You're going to regret this Mr. Horan!" Mr. Michaels yelled at him as Niall called the elevator.

As the elevator doors dinged open, Niall turned around, facing Alan Michaels one more time. "No Alan, I don't think I will." And with that he stepped inside the elevator, letting the doors close, literally and figuratively, on his time as a Capitol Records recording artist.

Tag List: @awomanindeniall @ihearthemcallingforyou , @niall-is-my-dream , @stylishmuser , @thicksniall

#only 2 chapters and an epilogue left #voir dire #writingby1dfangirls35 #niall horan #nh #niall ff #niall fanfiction #niall x ofc #secret relationship #fake dating #1dff #one direction #one direction fanfiction

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lieskeepyoualive · 4 years

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Six Months To Go (AU) Bobby Singer X pregnant!OC

Summary: Bobby Singer’s much younger wife is pregnant but Bobby has said he doesn’t want children. It ends in fluff, I promise.

Warnings: age gap between Bobby and OC and talk about pregnancy

Word count: 1400

Bobby referred to other people as 'princess', in a hopes to insult them and make them listen to his sanity; but it was always softly and sweetly when he said it to me. As if talking to me with anger could make me melt away from him forever. Instead of anger, I got nurturing and calming words from him, though they were occasionally stern. Nevertheless, I often experienced the elder man's anger towards others - Dean, occasionally Sam.

Sam had been accepting of me immediately upon our first meeting; Dean had been a little hesitant, clearly uncomfortable with someone only a year older than himself kissing a man who's been a father figure to him. I hope my understanding for how odd he may have found the situation came across when we first met at the turn of the century. John Winchester rarely commented on our relationship, not that anyone expected him to, his silence was blessing enough.

When John had sacrificed himself Bobby had suddenly realised he was the only father figure the boys had left. He'd looked panicked, turning to me and pouring out the worries he had of fatherhood. Even once I'd calmed him, Bobby Singer had stilled declared adamantly that he never wanted children. I didn't give much of a response other than kissing his cheek, I understood what he meant and I knew he didn't need words in that moment.

A week later my period never came.

I didn't tell Bobby, knowing how likely it was, in his line of work, for me to make it through the first trimester. The best idea, or at least I believed it to be, was to hide it from him until I was sure. I blamed morning sickness on anxiety, odd cravings on the culture I grew up in and I blamed the longing looks at baby clothes on thinking children are sweet. He bought it, which was a great shock to me.

It also seemed to be a surprise to Sam who'd noticed I was pregnant the moment I sat with Dean eating cherry pie accompanied by an entire avocado. He'd not mentioned anything at first but later in the day he pulled me aside, demanding to know why Bobby didn't seem to know. Very little came out of my mouth, other than my fear of Bobby's anger at the idea of a baby. Sam's eyes had held sympathy and I felt as if he agreed with me, my husband didn't want this and yet I still did.

After our conversation, I sent Sam back to his brother and Bobby where they were sat discussing a case over more alcohol than I'd probably ever consumed. Once in a while I'd poke my head into the room, checking they had what they needed, sustenance and research wise. However attractive Robert Singer could be while discussing hunting and however much the dominance in his tone to made me shudder, the pies I had committed myself to cooking took priority over all else.

The part of my mind that was stuck in the decade Bobby grew up in had made me into a somewhat competent housewife. Cooking was a hobby, something I truly enjoyed and poured my heart into - that was most likely why I spent an hour creating lattices for the tops of all of the apple pies in my kitchen. The cleaning aspect of a traditional wife also came naturally, cleaning relaxed me, it was satisfying and rewarding. The previous era's expectation of my ability to entertain guests and appear ladylike was my downfall, not that I cared; Bobby, if anything, relished my sarcasm and incapability to let an insult go without an equally sharp remark.

The final time I entered the room to ensure none of the men had done something foolish with the loving irritation that frequently reared its head in their meetings. Sam noticed my presence immediately and met my gaze, his eyes held a secret that made my stomach twist. Dean and Bobby, their backs towards me, didn't notice me before my husband had finished his sentence.

"We don't want children," he patted the brothers' knees with fatherly affection, "We've got you two."

Sam's face said it all, the sympathy and apology that crossed his face was met with my own smile, "And aren't they the most handsome boys ever?" Dean grumbled, Sam watched me as if he was expecting more.

Bobby barely made eye contact with me while I was in the room, not that that was unusual, it just felt like he was trying to hide something too. In front of the Winchester's was not the time to bring it up, especially when I had pies to finish making. And so, I'd returned to the kitchen and my previous state of mindless cooking and becoming lost in my own thoughts.

I spent the better part of an hour baking and washing up before the anxiety hit me; a sudden tidal wave of stress like a punch to the stomach I was becoming increasingly protective of. I stared out of the window, onto the salvage yard with a fond smile as my inner turmoil fought its war. I'd not lied to him, more withheld the truth that he wouldn't like.

Bobby Singer didn't want children. In less than six months, Bobby Singer would become a father. Bobby Singer was going to be angry.

Arms wrapping themselves around my waist distracted me as my panic increased, my hands gripping the side of the sink.

"Hey princess," his voice was low, close to my ear and causing a blush to spread over my cheeks and neck, "The idjits are leaving." For a man trying to tell me to say goodbye to the brothers, he seemed awfully reluctant to let go of me to allow me to get to our front door.

As we stood at the door his hands had settled on my hips as he pulled me against his chest. When Sam had mentioned how cute our kids would be, Dean had accused him of being a gossip magazine reader but Bobby hadn't said anything, simply pulled me closer and waved the boys off.

"Idjits." he'd muttered under his breath as we retreated away from the cold night air and into the warmth of the house. It was the next part of Bobby's sentence that caught my attention as I walked through the kitchen doorway, out of what he seemed to have perceived as my earshot, "Women like her don't have children with men like me."

I stood frozen in the doorway, slowly turning on my heal to stare at my husband, "What?" If he noticed how my eyes were surprised he didn't mention it.

"Nothing, princess." he seemed to think that that would distract me from the situation as he made his way towards me, clearly intending to enter the kitchen, "How're the pies?"

"The pies are fine, Bobby." I remained in the doorway, blocking his pathways to the fresh pies, "You avoided my question."

"You're not an idjit, you know you don't want to have children with an old man like me." Bobby was looking down at me and I lost all ability to speak as I stared at him, wondering how he could think that. Words didn't come to me and instead I place his hand on my stomach, hoping he'd feel the bump that was forming.

"You'll be the best father." I whispered against his lips, my fingers playing with his shirt collar, worried he might not understand what I was saying. I added, "Six months to go."

Bobby Singer understood every word. I could see the confusion leave his eyes as he watched me, clearly believing it was a joke of some epic proportions. A part of me thought he might up and run, but it was Bobby, he'd stick it out and I knew that deep down.

He pressed our lips together softly, "I thought you didn't want children until you were old enough." I could see him contemplating his next words, his age clearly playing on his mind.

"I'm twenty-eight, Bobby." my hand drifted over the beard he'd been growing as I smiled softly at him.

"You're still a baby." his accent was thick and his voice low and I felt safe. I rolled my eyes and kissed him once again.

Elizabeth Karen Singer was born 21st September 2007.

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Ava & James

Ava: I've told all my family James: oh Ava: Maybe don't oh that hard Ava: thinking you've changed your mind and that's going to be very difficult to do a 180 on tbh James: I'm actually thinking about Bella's dad's reaction Ava: As far as I'm aware, my dad doesn't have a shotgun Ava: or an excellent moustache Ava: definitely not James: Mine does, on both counts, but the mentality simply isn't there James: war of words is as far as things have so far escalated Ava: That's a good visual Ava: what about your mum? James: she's very busy lining up every single woman she's aware of between the ages of 20 to 30 within a mile radius or so Ava: Very Mr Darcy Ava: I'll gatecrash James: I look forward to the dramatic dance scene during which we only touch palms & exchange looks Ava: I bet Lizzie Bennet didn't 😳 Ava: shame my sister isn't around to push over so your parents are forced to take us in whilst she languishes James: 😂 James: I'll happily push my sister over or let her fall through an iced over pond to further our romantic narrative Ava: 💘 Ava: I know it's less about me but I can swoon nonetheless James: if you're 😳 then you'll have my full attention regardless Ava: Promise? James: yes Ava: even if the single ladies have really good period costumes? James: well, I hadn't considered that Ava: 😏 Ava: rude James: before I decide, what are you going to be wearing when you gatecrash? Ava: Obviously something unexpectedly knockout Ava: am the protagonist, need I remind you James: okay, what I'm hearing is anything you already own or could pick out from anywhere given a few moments Ava: You're adorable Ava: how did it go really then? James: does that mean I'll get to see you before there's a seasons changing montage? because I really want to Ava: Providing you don't need to exile yourself, of course James: I'm sure there's now several people in both our lives who would like me to, but I won't Ava: They were as receptive as I expected but I've made it clear I won't be stopping seeing you, hopefully put to bed the concerns I can James: in my case, the only concern is outward appearances so there's very little I can do even if I particularly cared to James: & Teddy isn't concerned so much as shocked & appalled Ava: Of course Ava: at least I'm an addendum re. the main issue of the whole divorce, in that case? Ava: yeah, do you think I should make a point of talking to him or give him space? James: will you? as far as he's concerned I haven't made a good decision within his living memory, but you two are friends, or were Ava: I'll try, definitely Ava: if I can make him see it's as much my decision as yours, it might help, in the end Ava: and I can handle another person having their say James: thank you James: I meant what I said, I'm more than willing to discuss this with your parents, at any point James: I can handle that Ava: Thank you Ava: I think it might help Ava: but I also think I'm gonna give them a cool-off period or it won't be at all helpful and that won't be at all your fault James: understood James: I'm currently having to employ a similar situation with Jay's playdates because her friend's mothers cannot possibly keep their nose out of my business or their mouths shut about where hers is and every other single detail they believe to be fact Ava: Oh lord Ava: I wouldn't have envied you having to socialize by-proxy with the self-professed yummy mummies before but now Ava: I can only imagine Ava: Poor Jay Ava: I can't offer a human child for playdates but Frank is always down Ava: and my lips are, naturally, sealed James: I was hoping to take them away for a few days but it's as though my dad has decided that in lieu of my failings in other areas I need to suddenly become the hardest worker in the history of this company Ava: Of course Ava: Hmm James: because obviously what my children require most in their mother's absence is to also see me less Ava: Well, yeah, that's not potentially traumatizing Ava: thank God for School being right 'round the corner Ava: and Matty still being portable James: I've been bringing them both to the office & the bulging vein in his temple is honestly such a strong contender for the book cover Ava: 😏 That's how you do it Ava: risk his health and wellbeing so you get the time off for yours James: King's didn't teach me everything I know, I've got a few tricks Ava: When are you giving me that tour? James: When can I see you? Ava: When is your dad not working you to death? Ava: I can make it work James: [A pause while he figures that out] James: he's out of the office all day on [a date in the foreseeable to make this office hookup a thing] Ava: No offense but if your brother shows up again you need to send him on a really long coffee run James: as you said, school is right around the corner, meaning my parents priorities have shifted back to making sure he'll go Ava: In that case Ava: 😈 James: 😇 for saying yes Ava: I have ulterior motives, I promise you James: oh really? Ava: really Ava: it's very unfair I've yet to see you in your work clothes James: [sends her a pic because nobody can stop him] Ava: um hello 😍 Ava: you're really going to be away from me looking so good Ava: unfair James: I'm sorry James: I really, really am Ava: Me too Ava: I've not seen you enough to warrant how badly I want to right now James: [a casual essay about how much he misses her and wants her and everything he wishes they could do, in a saucy way but also just in cute ways like] Ava: James James: Ava Ava: I really love you, you know James: I love you too James: what I most wish is that we could go away for a while Ava: That would be Ava: so good Ava: maybe we could in like the Christmas hols, when everything has calmed down Ava: hopefully James: it would be indescribable Ava: I have no doubt you would do your best Ava: and it'd be impressive James: the subject matter lends itself to nothing but my best Ava: I'm honoured🙇 James: so am I, especially by that visual Ava: Gutted I'm out rn and can't immediately fulfill that wish for a visual like you did Ava: when I get back though James: [sends her an even better visual] James: until then, there you are Ava: oh, well, you aren't distracting at all 😖 Ava: definitely gonna get you back when you're so hard at work James: 😈 James: I so badly hope you do Ava: I intend to Ava: every day of the week Ava: but especially when I get to come see you James: you know, the things I intend to do to you on this desk drastically shifts the audience we're going to be able to pitch this book to Ava: You'll have to restrain your imagination in the write-up so the audience can use theirs to fill in the blanks Ava: because there's no way we're leaving your office 'til we've done everything you've thought of James: finally some overtime I'm not upset about Ava: It's all about balance, right? 😇 James: & I'm aware that you've got very good balance Ava: Will that help me be the best good luck charm on your best I can be? 🤔 Ava: intriguing 😋 James: absolutely, but if you need any more help, I'll help you Ava: You're very helpful, baby James: I try to be Ava: I've never met anyone like you James: I don't think I'll ever meet anyone else that comes close to you either James: I certainly haven't before Ava: Good Ava: I don't need to think about competiting so soon James: you don't need to think about it, full stop Ava: not 'til the dance, anyway James: even then, I'll only have eyes for you, that's the cliche Ava: Of course Ava: doesn't mean I'm not gonna do everything within my power to ensure it's worth your 👀s while James: I don't want to dance with anyone else, Ava James: I don't want to do any of this with anyone else Ava: I know Ava: you know I feel the same too James: you know I couldn't have done this without you though Ava: You did it all though, all the hard conversations and hard decisions James: a lot of those decisions were made for me, so there's limited credit due, & a lack of conversation with her just cements that Ava: Yeah but the ball is in her court on that one Ava: you're if not ready at least willing whenever she is James: of course, because that's not a decision, to not act, not any more Ava: yeah, and that's going to be a good thing Ava: even if it is not good all the time James: I'll be interested to see if she gets in contact before school starts because that's unlikely to be a good thing Ava: Yes, I wonder if this is just a summer holiday or Ava: makes you wonder what she's even doing that could keep her so 'busy' James: whoever cleans the pool, probably, not that she'd ever admit to such a cliche Ava: 😬 Ava: definitely not getting paid enough James: 😂 Ava: I'm just glad that right now you don't have to deal with her on the day to day, even if it's only a momentary reprieve, it'll never be that bad again James: me too, I can't & won't pretend that I didn't know how bad it had become but actually getting a break from it makes me wonder how either of us dealt with that for as long as we have Ava: I bet Ava: she must've been as sick of it, even though she was the one not letting go and doing the fucked up shit, that has to be exhausting to live like that Ava: full level hell beast all the time, like 😈 Ava: sorry, I'm not fully sure where the line is re. her Ava: but I've been hearing great things from Nancy and Buster today so, that's in my head James: it's okay, you're not wrong James: & neither are they Ava: Okay Ava: if it's ever weird or like, not up for discussion though, just say the word Ava: or several, as you're especially loquacious James: there's a fantastic word Ava: as far as safewords go Ava: I can think of a few situations where it might be hard to get out but isn't that half the fun James: I'll make a note of it, because yes, that's definitely a large percentage of the thrill Ava: I wish you were here Ava: I only am to get away from my parents for a bit James: where are you? Ava: My friend's house Ava: Her sister is called Stasia, think she was your year-ish? James: I remember her, whether she would me, favourably or otherwise, I can't possibly comment James: I'll take you home when you want to go Ava: Really? Ava: well, I'll go at whatever time means I get some extra with you James: okay, I'll take that as my cue to leave now, not only because any reason to get out of here is welcomed though Ava: Please do Ava: talking about you so much has only made my need to be with you even greater James: I can absolutely relate & admit to having had the same urge all day Ava: Oh good Ava: we're on the same page James: that said, a necessary note in the margin would be that in actual fact I've felt that way much longer, because whatever I'm talking about, I'm thinking about you Ava: Sometimes I think I think about you too much Ava: but then I remember I'm the protagonist in this romance so it's not just acceptable but necessary James: you can do whatever you like, darling, it's your story Ava: In that case Ava: read on James: voraciously Ava: 🤤🤤 James James: I'm just making sure we're still on the same page Ava: You're gonna have trouble keeping me on the page Ava: and making me go home James: & the driver's eyes on the road, we may need more than the Twilight soundtrack on this occasion Ava: Pride & Prejudice 2005? Ava: gotcha, honey James: 😂 James: yes, exactly Ava: 😊 Ava: I love you so much James: I miss you so much James: if I could take you home with me, I very happily would Ava: I know Ava: one day James: after the move to the other side of the river, because we both know there is a line Ava: It's pretty exciting, isn't it? James: I'm glad to hear you think so because I was going to ask you if you'd like to come house hunting with me Ava: I'd love to! James: [a possible date soonish] ? Ava: That should be good for me Ava: I'll let you know if otherwise Ava: it'll be nice to look at some actual decent places, let's face it, I doubt my student digs will be all that inspiring, like 😏 James: barely room for whatever hazing pranks they have in store, I'm sure Ava: I'm still not convinced that particular visual doesn't just come from a certain type of movie, babe James: you'll have to let me know 😏 Ava: I'll make it good for you James: my faith in you remains unwavering Ava: 🙇 James: have you reconsidered your stance on spoilers? Ava: That does depend James: oh? Ava: have you dumped fake girl? James: she was very slow to accept her fate, but yes Ava: I can't blame her Ava: I wouldn't wanna lose you either Ava: [picture, assumedly in her friend's room or somewhere not just in front of them like oh hey] James: Ava Ava: Make traffic move faster please James: I'll do the quickest rewrite possible & see you at your friend's door Ava: I'll be waiting so patiently James: & I'll be waiting impatiently James: 😇 & 😈 Ava: I think you deserve to be 😈 right now Ava: been a long day, yeah? James: yes, though it feels longer now, stretching out with the queued traffic Ava: 🥺 Ava: we'll just have to see it as motivation to not waste a single second James: it's a promise, in or out of traffic Ava: I'm so lucky James: if you think you are, then I need a better word to describe my own fortune right now Ava: I'm just really happy Ava: in spite of anything else, everything else, right now James: good, me too Ava: 🥰 Ava: you deserve that even more James: you deserve more than I can possibly give you, however patiently you wait Ava: nuuh James: yes you do Ava: 😣 Ava: no Ava: and I want you James: I want you, I'm well aware that it doesn't mean I deserve to have you Ava: How could you possibly not James: because James: the reasons I lack words to describe you aren't even close to the reasons I lack them to describe myself Ava: but I can't describe you either Ava: not just because I'm no writer James: but you do, all the time, in both words & actions I can vividly see myself the way you think of me Ava: I'm glad Ava: keep looking, okay Ava: we'll work on the believing bit James: okay James: if you'd like to get in the car, we can start immediately

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