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kitthepurplepotato · 4 months

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Chapter 15 - The first fight

Summary: Kirishima goes over to Katsuki’s to see how’s Y/N doing. He sees… uhm… things.

Y/N and Katsuki slowly move in together but they can’t stop fighting about Y/N’s hero work so Mr. Third Wheel Kirishima decides to kick some sense into the two.

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of doing the cheeky, but no details or anything! 5 seconds of angst. 😂

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Kirishima didn’t mean to pry.

He just wanted to see how Y/N’s appointment went, that’s all.

Why didn’t he knock, you ask? He has a spare key, duh. Why would he, anyway? Katsuki is his best bro, he doesn’t need to knock on Katsuki’s door.

Well… he absolutely hates himself right now for even coming over.

Why, you ask?

Oh well, you have a shit load of questions, don’t you?!

Just let him finish his fucking story, goddamnit!

So Eijirou went in with his spare key. He went in and sat down on the sofa with his laptop; it was paperwork day so he could absolutely wait around for the two to come back from their appointment and Katsuki’s sofa is really comfortable so at least his back won’t be aching tomorrow from all the crouching. He was full on focused on his work when the two fumbled in through the door; he was about to say hi and ask how it went when his best bro threw the poor girl into the wall and shoved his tongue right into her mouth, right in front of Kirishima’s face. He wasn’t sure if he was turned on by that or rather disgusted, probably something between the two. He prayed for the gods that they don’t decide to do more right by the entrance, but the gods did not listen to Kirishima’s pleads; he tried not to look, he tried, he swears, but he couldn’t miss the way Katsuki looked at Y/N with eyes dark like … the forest? The empty space in Kirishima’s skull? Fuck, he’s not a poet, leave him the fuck alone.

“Bedroom. Now.” Katsuki muttered, both of his hands on Y/N’s peachy bottoms; Kirishima must say it was quite hot how his best bro just took the girl into his arms like she weights nothing and maneuvered through his flat with his tongue still down the poor gal’s throat.

After the bedroom door has closed, Kirishima stayed in one place, which wasn’t the brightest idea of them all; he heard things he never wanted to hear, tiny whimpers and moans, mostly Y/N and when a really loud moan left her mouth, that’s when Kirishima decided the two are probably too invested in each other to care if the door opens now so he made his way out the flat, silent like a fucking ninja and lonely like the that smelly dude on the train he tried to entertain the other day but apparently, being alone is better than to listen to Kirishima’s shitty jokes.

Kirishima has no idea how he will look into his best bro’s eyes tomorrow after knowing how his horny face looks like.

There are a lot things bros can know about each other, but he’s quite sure this isn’t one of those things.

Kirishima will definitely not sleep tonight. Hell, he will never even blink for too long.

“Are you okay, boss?” His teammate had asked him when he came back into his agency with his face white as a sheet.

“No. I’ve seen something I can never unsee.” He muttered under his nose, not even looking up.

“Did you go to use the toilet when the new lizard guy did? That happened to me too and that was indeed terrifying. I did ask him about it, though and he can retract the spikes in case he wants to… get frisky so it doesn’t hurt the other person…”

“Oh my god, shut up!” Kirishima yelled, absolutely disgusted, for real this time.

You know what, seeing his best bro manhandling his girlfriend is probably not that bad as whatever this guy is talking about it.

Kirishima will be fine… eventually.

~•💥•~

This is just another day for Mr. Katsuki. The sun shines through the slits of his brand new, super expensive curtains, Steven is already wide awake at the humble hour of 6AM, aggressively knocking on his balcony door to get fed, even though Katsuki put a fucking automatic bird feeder right next to his ridiculously expensive bird house and there is a nice warmth coming from his left side but it’s fucking cold on the other.

Steven is really fucking annoying today and he really doesn’t like the cold but nothing in the whole fucking universe can fuck up Katsuki’s good mood today.

Why, you ask?

Because Bakugou Katsuki has finally got laid. And it was really fucking awesome.

It was weirdly awkward sometimes but at the same time it was really… cosy? He is really bad at explaining feelings and shit so don’t ask him questions but while his first time was absolutely not how he expected it to be; he fumbled a lot then he cried like an idiot after the action; but somehow, even with all the weird pauses it was… it was better than he expected it to be. So much better. Oh my, Mr. Bakugou Katsuki can’t wait to try all the possible poses in the near future - ahh, there is a book about it, right? Katsuki needs to get that and start to study.

Okay, Mr. Bakugou Katsuki needs to stop thinking about cheeky things right before work.

Why, you ask?

Well, fucking guess.

“Hm…” Katsuki’s woman grumbles, still attached to his half-dead arm. Oh, that bloody woman, how much he fucking loves her ugly little scrunched face when she wakes up. Fuck’s sake. “You need some help with that?” The menace bites into his ear and Katsuki can barely stop himself from moaning out loud. He got more sensitive, isn’t he? Is this a normal thing?

“We need to be in the office in an hour.” Katsuki murmurs begrudgingly, but he pulls Y/N closer anyway, because he can’t fucking stop himself.

“Challenge accepted…” She kisses down his neck and Katsuki’s little friend comes alive once more.

Mr. Bakugou Katsuki only just woke up but he already managed to try out a new pose, just how he wanted.

This isn’t just another day. No.

This is… the best day of Katsuki’s life.

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When Katsuki and his woman arrives at the agency, Shitty hair is nowhere to be seen.

This is certainly odd; Eijirou is usually the first one to arrive, ready with everyone’s coffee because there is sunshine coming out of his ass even at 7 in the morning; but instead of his best friend, his eyes are met with all the extras looking at them two like they both grew a second head which is impossible in his case and quite possible in Y/N’s. Katsuki looks at his woman and the badly covered bite mark on her neck; he did that and he’s proud and also, she only has one head. Thank fucking god for that.

“The fuck are you staring for, extras?!” Katsuki yells because he’s a good boss who wants to know if the extras are bothered by something - no, he doesn’t really fucking care nor he wants to solve the problem, that’s what shitty hair is for but he can listen. For five seconds, max, but still… he can.

“Uhm… you two came in through the hallway at the same time. I was just wondering…” One really fucking brave bitch decides to speak up for the team - her name? Katsuki has zero clue but she’s quite helpful with the paperwork.

“Can you not finish your sentence, thrift store Avril Lavigne? Do you not have the balls or what?!” Katsuki challenges the chick and hell, he really hopes the chick takes it as that and not as workplace abuse because the last thing Katsuki needs in his life right now is an hour in the HR office.

“Did you guys have a one night stand or something?” Thrift Store Avril comes forward with her hand on her chest, probably to make sure her heart doesn’t jump out of it from how terrified she is right now. Katsuki sees red.

“Did you just call my woman a whore?”

“Katsuki, calm down…” Y/N stands between them to save the poor girl’s life, but Katsuki is not having it. The whole office gawks at the sound of his first name. What the fuck, did they not know his name before?! “She didn’t mean it like that…”

“Be disrespectful to her again and I’ll fire your ass and send you to the moon, I’ll blast you up through your asshole…”

“Babe!” Y/N downright laughs in the blond’s face but instead of getting angry all he can do is to remember how Y/N giggled in the morning while she slowly moved on top of him and… “I’m sorry, Akari and everyone. You’ll see me coming out of Katsuki’s apartment quite a lot because…”

“Because she will fucking live there. From today. Yeah.” Katsuki barges into Y/N’s sentence with zero remorse. “Take that, you lonely bitches, I have a serious relationship and I fucking love this woman and I ain’t ashamed of it anymore.” Instead of the sounds of terror he can only hear a bunch of “awwwwww”, which makes no sense but whatever. “Now let us fucking go and mind your own business. Also, find fucking Kirishima. I can’t be bothered.” He barely finishes the sentence before the door slams behind him. “Fucking nosy extras…”

“I love you too, Kats.” Y/N kisses him on the lips once they’re behind close doors. Fuck, Katsuki loves his life.

It’s really hard to start the day with Y/N’s tongue down his throat but Katsuki manages to get the office ready by the time his useless partner/best friend barges into his office. He looks disheveled and out of breath so maybe… maybe he got into a fight on his way to the office?! It wouldn’t be the first time to be fair nor the last. There are no scars or blood visible on his skin which is also quite normal as the guy is literally indestructible. The only clue Katsuki has about Kirishima’s lateness is the TWELVE FUCKING COFFEES in his hand, 6 in each, in a little plastic holder with red handles.

“What the actual….” One of the handles break in Kirishima’s stressed grasp and all six of the coffees end up on the floor. On Katsuki’s. Fucking. Floor. “Fuck.”

“Katsuki. I’m in love.” Kirishima falls to the floor dramatically, not even saying sorry for the mess he just made. Katsuki… again… sees red. And no, he doesn’t see Kirishima. I mean he does, obviously, it’s quite hard to miss his fucking obnoxious hair but… what he means is that he gets… angry. I know. A shocker.

“And what does the twelve fucking coffees spilled on my floor have to do with that?!”

“Six spilled coffees. Uhm… six and a half. Eight.” Eijirou babbles, clearly ready to die. “She made them, Katsuki. They taste like honey, like happiness. Like unicorns and candy clouds, like Crimson Riot’s sweat and tears, Katsuki she’s so beautiful and so sweet and kinda rude but like, I really like that? She could kick my butt and I’d say thank you…”

“You are fucking dead, Shitty Hair.” Katsuki takes one step, then another and Kirishima falls out of the window, the glass shattering all over as his heavy, hardened body flies towards the parking space. As Katsuki stares after his best friend he can’t help but notice someone inside the staff area of the freshly opened coffee shop, a red haired woman, laughing her ass off as Kirishima finally lands on the now broken concrete, flat like a pancake.

“Call the window people. We also need someone to fix the concrete.” Katsuki mutters, back to work mode as he quickly grabs his handy little car vacuum sitting in his drawer to clean his chair from the glass shards.

“Roger that, boss.” Y/N grins, phone already by her ears.

No one even asks a single question. Not the team, not the repair people. This is how normal it is in this agency to break shit.

Katsuki loves his agency. So fucking much.

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The next few days are probably the best days of your life; you two don’t talk about moving together anymore but you never get to go home or even if you do, Katsuki comes with you and packs random stuff into your suitcase you don’t even need so even without him saying it, you know he was serious about moving in together. You should probably sit down and talk about it, make sure this is what you both want but at the same time, it just feels so… right, to slowly move your life into his home, fill the wardrobe until it’s nice, full and lived in… without words, the decision was made and you are sure that by the time your lease expires, there will be nothing in your flat anyway.

Sharing a life with Katsuki is surprisingly easy.

There is no reason for you to talk about responsibilities around the house; Katsuki loves to cook and you don’t mind doing the dishes, Katsuki enjoys hanging the wet clothes on the drying rack for some reason so you automatically do the washing, knowing the hard work will be shared so there is no frustration in the air about one doing too much or too less.

The only silly thing about Katsuki is his obsession with having all his spices in alphabetical order and his clothes color-coordinated but Katsuki is a great partner so instead of forcing you to do it his way he just asks you to let him do his own thing so he “won’t have a meltdown.” It doesn’t mean you don’t try your best to remember these small things in case you ever need to do it for him, but… it’s a nice thought. Bakugou Katsuki is really fucking nice in his own fucked up way.

There is one thing that you can’t help but fight about and it’s constant; it’s your hero work.

“It has only been two fucking weeks, woman, chill the fuck out! We are training every fucking day.” Katsuki yells, exasperated for needing to say the same thing over and over. “You can’t just jump back into the battlefield like you haven’t been away for years. I know you are fucking frustrated, I hated every single minute of my life after the Big War, I felt fucking useless for not being able to help while my old classmates who didn’t get fucked up were getting all the recognition while I was rotting on my couch for a month.”

“One month Katsuki!” You yell back. “I’ve been rotting away for a whole fucking year, even more than that! I’m not asking you to let me beat up the biggest gang in Japan, I just want to help with smaller cases! You are being unprofessional! Even the small fries are out on the streets, patrolling yet here I am, kicking your fucking ass every day yet I can’t even go out on the street to stop an unarmed, quirkless thief!” You yell back with tears in your eyes.

“Uhm, sorry to interrupt but Y/N is right. She should be able to help out with smaller cases, I would even dare to say she’s more than capable to be on the sidelines when it comes to the bigger ones, like the one we are getting ready for right now…” Kirishima mumbles into the space, feeling extremely awkward to speak up; even though you are all in Katsuki’s office it does feel like a lover’s quarrel and not like a hero talking to her boss about getting a promotion.

“Since when are you here?!” Katsuki yells, even more exasperated.

“Since the beginning, Katsuki.” Eijirou sighs, clearly done with his life. “I’ve been here for an hour. You saw me come in. You even rolled your eyes to say hi.”

“I fucking did not.” Katsuki mutters with a red face.

“So what the fuck do you want me to do to prove I’m more than capable to kick an ass?! Should I write an assay? Should I swear loyalty to you like a fucking knight?! Katsuki, even Kirishima says I should be able to go back! You are not acting as my boss but as my boyfriend right now and while I’m really happy you worry about me, I’m dying here! You are suffocating me!” You yell with tears in your eyes. You hate this. So fucking much. You hate the look Katsuki gives you, the worry in his eyes, the terrified frown on his face as you finish your last sentence.

“Oi, oi, oi, both of you, SHUT UP!” Kirishima yells, for the first time since you’ve started working here. Kirishima can be really scary when he’s mad, by the way. You are actually about to shit your pants as you look at him. “Katsuki, she doesn’t mean YOU. She means this situation. She’s not breaking up with you!”

“Yeah, definitely not. I love you, idiot.” You mutter with a red face, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Kirishima nods at that. Katsuki looks like he’s about to cry from the relief.

“Also, I have an idea.” He continues with determination. “If Y/N is able to keep up with Number One Hero in a fight, will you let her join us on our next mission?” Kirishima has lost his mind, but also, he’s kind of a genius. “Deku has several quirks himself. It will be a fair fight. I’m not saying you are not good enough but Y/N already knows your fighting style. She also knows mine. Deku plus Todoroki would be a brand new challenge for her. Those two are a terrible pair to fight against. If she can win against them or even just bare with the two for a long time she’s more than capable to join our main team. Not the small fries, the main.”

“If I lose I’ll join the small fries for however long you want me to. But if I win… I’ll fight by your side.” You look at Kirishima with nothing but wonder in your eyes; you didn’t realize how amazing he is at compromising. Now it makes so much sense how he ended up being Katsuki’s best friend.

“Fuck. Fuck!” Katsuki yells, frustrated. “Okay. Fucking… okay.” He finally sits down, defeated. You can’t help but go over to him, put your arms around his small middle and give him a kiss on his temple.

“Thank you. I won’t disappoint.”

“I know, that’s the problem.” He mutters with nothing, but worry in his beautiful crimson eyes.

“I love you too.” You snicker, the love pouring out of your heart as you stare at your amazing, caring boyfriend. “We’ll be the hottest hero couple of the history.”

Katsuki pulls you into his lap as you say that; he embraces you so tightly you can barely breathe but the movement is so full of affection and love you have no heart to tell him.

“Okay, I’m leaving before I see something I don’t want to see.” Kirishima leaves you two alone before you can say bye. You need to tell him how amazing he is before your shift ends.

“I fucking hate this, Y/N.” Katsuki admits with his face hidden in your chest. “I don’t want to see you get hurt. I know that’s the shitty boyfriend talking, I know it’s wrong but fuck, I don’t want to loose you.” Katsuki mutters, clearly shocked by the sudden change.

“You won’t. You know why?” You smile at him, your fingers raking through his soft hair. “Because I have someone to fight for, I have a beautiful boyfriend to come home to. I have a family. You are my family.” You leave another kiss on his temple, really close to crying.

“Stop making me feel all mushy and sensitive, I hate it.” Katsuki sniffles, pulling you even closer. Oh, how much you fucking love this man. Fuck’s sake.

“But think about how sexy it will be when I kick your old rival’s ass for you. Think about going home after that and…” you whisper into his ear suggestively, not even sorry for the shudder that goes down the blond’s spine from the action.

“When is your break?” Katsuki mutters with heat in his voice.

“In an hour. But my boss wouldn’t mind if I would take it a bit sooner, would he?”

Katsuki doesn’t answer; he just takes you into his arms and carries you towards the office door with pure determination then kicks his front door open only a few seconds after.

Needless to say, your break was really… uhm… satisfying.

The impromptu lunch was good, too.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Bro I love these two so much but I also like how sometimes they still need Kirishima to be able to sort their shit out because they are both too stubborn to compromise 😂

- The Kirishima coffee bit is actually a part of the new Kirishima series I’ll start posting once this one ends! We will see how he ended up with 12 coffees in Chapter 1!

- If I don’t deviate from my original plans this story ends after the fight then there will be an extra story (I don’t want to spoil it but it’s connected to something that happened in season 1 and it will be fucking hilarious! Tell me your guesses! :D)

- The next chapter might be a little late thanks to the Christmas rush in retail + I’m terrible with writing fights so GIVE ME SOME TIME 😂

- Tell me how your thoughts! 💜 cheers x x x

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psychwxrdd · 2 months

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Hey! I’ve been wanting someone to do this idea for the longest time but could you please do Rafe and reader and trapped in singh’s hotel and they have to escape together? Like they hate each other but they’re forced to work together to escape!!

can you believe i was thinking about something like this these days? i loved it babe, not sure if that was what you wanted but i thought it would be cute like this

YOU?

summary: you have to work with rafe to escape singh's hotel, and it turned out you both have a lot in common.

warnings: none (possibly enemies to lovers someday?)

(gif is not mine)

"You're gonna act like a bitch the whole night? Seriously?" Rafe asked annoyed. As if you had any other choice.

"I'm not acting like a bitch, i just dislike you! And i'm being forced to stay here with you, so what did you expected?"

"As if i liked you!"

"None said that!"

"You think you're that much better than me? J- just chill out and don't bitch about it, i hate you just as much and i'm not complaining"

You sighed. That would be a long, long night.

And it was indeed, but not for Rafe. He slept like a baby, and you couldn't even close your eyes, thinking about how you would get out of this whole situation. You thought about breaking the window, it was so stupid, but you felt desperated. There weren't many options, any options to be honest.

You got ready for run against the window, when a hand grabbed your feet.

"What the hell are you DOING?" Rafe shouted.

"Watching The Goodfellas. What does it seem like i'm doing, dumb bitch" You tried to get rid of his hand, but he was an hell of a strong man.

"I'm serious right now Y/n, this is not a fucking play, he can kill you!" He said annoyed, pushing your arm to the bed.

"Don't touch me!"

"Look..." he got on his knees, raising his palms, trying to make you stay calm "I know you hate me, and i know you dont trust me and you're stressed, but so do i. And it would be much better if we could quit it just for tonight"

"Rafe, you're a murderer, you can't just expect me to sit here and look pretty while we're stuck, you think i'll wait on you for have a plan?"

"I'm not a murderer!" He said, panicking. Oh shit. "See it...you have done some questionable things to that i'm not throwing on your face!"

"I don't i ever-"

"God, shut up!" He shouted. You realized it was worthless to keep fighting, you both had the habit of running mouth around. Both stubborn. Both have a smart mouth.

"I'm sorry for yelling." He breathed. "But i really need you to listen to me."

For the first time, you did as Rafe told you to.

"See...I'm the only one you have now. And you're the only one i have. So we either trust each other and work on this or we're fucked"

You closed your eyes, running your hands through your face.

"Please..." he tried to put his hands on your knees, but you shifted and he stopped. "Just for tonight, or untill we leave this place. Lets forget about all outside, it's just us now"

You hated to say this, and you never imagined you would, but you had to agree with Rafe.

You stood up, sitting next to the door. Rafe stared at you in silence, and after a minute, he decided to sit by your side. Avoiding even looking at his direction.

His breath was heavy, you could tell he was anxious. You were anxious too. Who wouldn't be?

"I like your shirt" he said all of sudden. You laughed.

"Thank you?"

He nodded his head. You were wearing a Red Hot Chilli Peppers shirt.

"So you like Red Hot Chilli Peppers?"

You asked, your tone was almost cold, but you tried your best to be nice.

"Yeah, they're dope"

"Yeah"

You both stared at your own hands, awkwardly. But you couldn't hold your laugh for much more. And surprisingly, so did Rafe. You felt shocked by hearing his genuine laugh.

"You don't seem like the type to listen to them"

"Is there a type?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I mean, i thought you liked Taylor Swift or something."

You giggled.

"I do like her, too."

"What else?"

"Anything, i listen to quite literally anything."

Rafe nodded. Another brief silence.

"I like Kid Cudi"

"Yeah you look like you do"

He stared at you with a frown and you couldn't help but giggle.

"Whats that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you look like someone who listens to Kid Cudi."

"Right, is that good or bad?"

"Nothing wrong with that."

He smiled.

"I mostly started getting into the Chilli Peppers because i wanted to connect with my dad, you know" You admitted. He didn't asked, surely, it was out of pocket, but you just felt like saying. It was starting to feel slightly comfortable to talk to him.

"I get it"

You both stared at each other.

"Most of the things i do are for my dad's validation, so... Yeah i know where you're coming from" He sighed.

"I'm sorry about it."

Rafe bited his nails. You never noticed how handsome he was, but now staring, he was really cute. You wouldn't say handsome...He was still Rafe. Maybe he just looked beautiful at that moment, being the first time you actually had a conversation and he wasn't talking about how much he hated pogues or high and acting like a jerk. He was acting like a normal guy.

"Thanks. I'm sorry for you, too" He looked at you. He always thought you were the loveliest thing, but you were always such a brat. He always tried to talk to you and all you ever did was curse at him. If it wasn't for that, maybe you two could have more conversations. He would like that.

"You have any idea in mind?" You asked, softly.

"What?"

"You have any idea in mind already? About how we're gonna escape?"

"Uh..." He caressed his buzzcut.

"You know, if we just...break the window-"

"No"

"Okay" you raised your hands.

Rafe stared at them. And then at you. His eyes were running all your face, and you blushed a bit, feeling uncomfortable.

"Stop staring, weirdo"

"I get lost when i'm thinking. Sorry"

He stared at his own hands, again.

"We could call him and beat him up, so we can escape" you suggested. Rafe chuckled.

"Thats your plan?"

"We don't have any other do we?"

He sighed, agreeing. It was stupid. But he was strong, he could deal with that man.

"And what after that?"

"I don't know, didn't thought that much far"

"We can run to my boat. I'll take you home."

You stared at him and nodded slightly.

"But only you, not those pogue friends of yours"

"There he goes" you rolled your eyes.

#rafe cameron #outer banks #drew starkey #rafe x y/n #rafe x you #rafe x reader #obx imagine

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holymountdias · 1 year

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Love triangle pt. 1

Erling Haaland x (fem)reader, (mention of Jadon Sancho)

Summary: A past relationship of yours broke you to the point that you weren’t being yourself anymore, but what happens when your ex’s best friend takes interest in you and he helps you take revenge. Will it all be just a game for you or become more than friends?

Word count: 3.7k

Notes: angst, smut, fluff

PARTS: 1.0 2.0 3.0

You were lazily laying on your bed along with your best friend, both scrolling through your phones with no words being exchanged as you were too bored and had nothing really to talk about. The past month was only filled with stress and bad mentality as uni and life was challenging you to the fullest with the only interesting part of the day being when you were going to sleep or eat. You had no energy to go out hence why you were currently laying around on a Friday night at your house, instead of being somewhere outside “enjoying life”.

“i swear to God if i see another story of someone from our class at the club, i’m gonna go insane” you kept listening to her complaints the past hour and you only hummed uninterested in response not really taking her seriously.

You sense her eyes on you after that but you still give no reaction to it, until you feel her move around on the mattress and the next thing you know your phone disappears from your hands. You turn your head to the side to glance at your friend annoyingly only to meet with an ironic grin.

"We need to go out” she suddenly blurts out and you groan out in frustration

“ i don’t want tooo, i look and feel like shit can’t we just stay in?’’ you whine out in protest as you move to lay on your side down before closing your eyes as well.

“Noway i’m going to let you sulk in your room for the millionth time this month; besides if i remember correctly you have already been invited to some fancy ass party’’ she responds, while emphasizing the last part with a different tone.

“Its just Jadon’s birthday he won’t judge me if i don’t make an appearance and i’m pretty sure he just asked me cause he is friends with my brother and just wanted to be polite’’

“oh shut up as if he hasn’t been texting you since you two met’’ she says, making you huff out.

To be truly honest you would also like to believe your friend’s little romance scenario as well, since Jadon Sancho was one of the few people in the football field that stood out to you after meeting them.

You were introduced to him through your brother, the infamous Mason Mount, after a football match since they were both playing for the England team at that time.

You soon found yourself spending like an hour with the both of you leaning against the wall in a random corridor inside the stadium building, throwing jokes and opening up about your lives.

You ended up exchanging numbers and socials and from then on you would text each other from time to time. You didn’t know what to expect from him, after all he was a football player with a busy schedule and quite the following when it came to girls, so you just never took anything seriously that came from him; not the teasing, not the random compliments when you posted a story on your ig, not the time he asked you to hang out that you might or might not rejected cause you were scared that he just wanted you for sex; quite the frequent habit for all the footballers but you weren’t up for that. Not after what happened with him. So in other words even if he indeed was interested in you at first he couldn’t still be after all this time, right?

“If you met him too you would know he is friendly to everyone” you open your eyes to look at her seriously and she just smiles devilishly at you.

“Well if it won’t be about Jadon tonight, i’m sure Erling will be, he will be there right??” she asks persistently.

“probably…”

“Perfect” she speaks loudly and gets off the bed quickly heading towards your closet.

“Y/F/N NO’’ you try to protest but with no results as she looks determined to get you ready for the party tonight.

“ok so dress or skirt?”

You sit up in your bed before brushing your hand through your hair in frustration.

“I seriously don’t want to see him.”

“fuck….faster..”

He started thrusting in faster at once as his grip around your hips tightened, almost making it hurt. The combination of pain and pleasure made your pussy pulse around him and you heard him let out a groan in reaction.

You kept moving your hands in front of you on top of the vanity as if you were trying to get away; your mind was driven by the ecstasy while your eyes were closed and your mouth slightly open as quite whimpers kept escaping from you.

Suddenly you felt his upper front being pressed against your back as he leant his face down, resting it beside your face, his mouth touching your ear while his breaths brushed against it.

“Look at the mirror baby”

You obeyed to his words and first thing you saw is his darken gaze on you, how he eyed you like a starved animal and you were his prey. His thrusts slowed down but you felt his whole body moving against your body in such way that he somehow hit deeper inside you. You were so turned on, that your whimpers became loud moans but were quickly muffled by Erling’s hand as he covered your mouth with it.

“shut up”

Your lower back arched as you felt his other hand grabbing your ass and then spanking it a few times, his face once again turned towards your face, close to your ear as he kept talking dirty to you.

“do you want to get us caught baby? do you want all the people in the house to come and see what a slut you are for me? how much you love my cock and fuck you with it? hmm?”

His voice was driving you wild, making you tilt your head from the back to the side, your eyes closed once again, as he traced his mouth lower towards your neck, slightly sucking on it.

You could sense your climax nearing but he already knew that by how much your walls were tightening around him so he moved his hand around you, placing his long fingers on top of your clit as he started playing with it while his thrusts turned into pounding.

“Cum for me baby”

Your body automatically started shaking from your intense orgasm but he kept holding you close to his body til you were calm again but right afterwards his own orgasm started coming through, since your climax triggered his too.

You knew this man for a about 5 months and he somehow managed to have you wrapped up around him with his generous, charming and affectionate character and of course his handsome looks.

Damn everybody could see how much different he was compared to all those snobbish and stuck up footballers and you admired that for him. You first met him at a club where your dearest brother held a party for his birthday celebration and couldn’t you have thanked him enough.

You kept throwing glances at each other from afar but none of you actually came up to introduce yourselves until it was time for you to leave but your ride had ditched you up for someone else and what more perfect time for him to appear like your prince, offering you a safe ride home.

Now in a normal occasion you wouldn’t accept because obviously, stranger danger, but you were slightly drunk and your mind was driven with interest to get to know this man. So you did and it was great and you thought that you would never regret it til you did…Long story short after the ride he asked for your number to your surprise and you did give him it.

There was so much attraction between you two that quickly turned into sexual tension and soon enough you would both be testing it out. You never really discussed about labels but he treated you in such a way that he made it seem as if he was serious.

He took you out on dates, gave you his flannel, invited you to his matches to watch him playing, he would take care of you in every way possible. And of course everything in secret from the public and your brother and everyone else from your inside circle.

Basically you were the only ones who knew. So here you were at your brother’s house that he held a party at and you were fucking in one of his bathrooms behind everyone’s back. And everything was perfect or so you thought..

He slowly pulled out of you but the motion still managed to take your breath away for a second as you adapted back to the emptiness inside you.

You turned around to stand against the vanity with your hands behind your back, to watch him as he cleaned himself up and discharged the condom away.

Right when he was done, he turned to look at you with a small grin on his face, before he came to stand right in front you, bending his body towards you with his hands gripping the counter behind, cornering you in between them.

“Hopefully nobody heard you or else i’m gonna have to deal with your brother”, he joked and you rolled your eyes; the corners of your mouth turning up.

“First of all there is a whole party going downstairs and secondly i wasn’t that loud Haaland”

“Is that so baby?”He whispered after he leaned closer above your face.

Your height difference had you tilting your head slightly backwards to look at him straight through his blue eyes with as much confidence as you could master up without getting flustered like a high school girl.

“Yes” you slowly muttered with your gaze fixed on his as if you were put under a spell, your pupils were dilated as you were filled in with lust once again and he loved it.

No matter how many times he would ruin you, you would still come back for more and couldn’t he be more happy to comply to your wish.

He shifted his hand right under your chin and raised your face towards his, your lips were so close that were almost brushing, but never touching and to your frustration that’s where he paused.

He just continued to observe you, looking at every little detail on your face, from your wet lips, to your rosy cheeks, to your sparkling eyes, to your messy hair. There was not a single thing he disliked on you, in fact he could see himself being with you in the feature as well but right now he knew the truth and the truth hurt.

His face frowned slightly for a mile second and that got you intrigued in what he possibly could be thinking.“What?” you questioned quietly snapping him out of his train of thoughts.

He just shook his head instead initiating that it was nothing, but before you could ask him again he closed the gap between you, pecking your lips gently as the palm of his hand cupped the side of your face.

“We should go” he muttered after a minute, shaking you out of your zone and you pouted in a teasing way in your effort to get him to change his mind. You had been in this bathroom for about half an hour and you knew that he was right, if you wanted to keep people out of suspicion, but it was getting hard for you sometimes to keep acting like strangers.

A corner of his mouth lifted as he reacted with amusement to your childlike way to convince him otherwise, but he just pecked your lips one last time before he started getting ready to leave and that seems like that was your answer.

A sigh of disappointment escaped you which gained you a chuckle from him but nonetheless you slowly started dressing back up ass well.

Just before he could open the door to go, your words stopped him in his tracks.

“When do you think we can tell the others?” he shifted around to look at you as you spoke again “You know…about us?” you stared at him; your eyes burning with both hope and anxiety for what his response was gonna be.

“Look i think we should keep it low for a little while more” you instantly felt your chest falling to your stomach, as your hopes crashed to the ground, your brows furrowed while sadness overcame you.

Instantly bad thoughts started filling in your mind like, was he not feeling the same? did he intend to have you hidden until he grew tired of you? were you just a plaything for him after all? His form standing right in front you had you snapped out of your thoughts; he picked up your face by the chin to make you look at him.

“Hey, stop thinking too much about it, i just- i just have a lot on my plate..with the team right now and bringing you to the public won’t be very helpful for me, like people are gonna start attacking you and then there is Mason, its juts not..easy right now.”

You nodded repeatedly as you tried to look understanding to what he told you while you forced your face to relax from your previous sad expression.

“No i get it, its a whole process and i can’t give you that kind of pressure right now.” You assured him and he just smiled at you affectionately. “You are not giving me any pressure baby, we are in this together alright?” you hummed in response and after he gave you a soft kiss on the cheek, he finally exited the room.

Once the door was closed you let out a sight of disappointment but also regret before brushing your fingers through your hair and taking a sit on the side of the bathtub, hanging your head low; your mind deep in thought once again.

On one side what he said made sense like your situation was not as easy and that could also be because of who your brother was but at the same time you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that he didn’t want to take the next step and regret for even asking him for it in the first place. The last thing you wanted was to keep him out of focus from his job.

“Look i know what happened, but it needs to stop affecting you whenever you see him. Especially when there will always be a chance of you two coming across each other because of your brother.

So..” she picks up a satin dress from the hangers of your closet and shows it off to you, initiating for you to take it. “dress up girlie.”

No matter how much you wanted to protect your own feelings you know she is right and it is probably about time for you to move on, so what better sweet time to do it. You drag yourself clumsily from the bed and after your best friend gives you a heads up you take the dress from her to start preparing.

After you left the bathroom, you found yourself chatting with some girls from the party, including some football player’s girlfriends and although you didn’t know all of them, you were having fun. At some point you wanted to get a new drink so after excusing yourself from the group you headed towards the kitchen.

Before you were to go inside, you heard loud voices and laughter coming from the room, among some you could recognise, like Jack’s, Phill’s, John’s or Rice’s and some other guys, but you couldn’t tell who they were. The kitchen was a bit further from where the party and the loud music was taking place so the voices were clearer in this area of the house.

There was one voice in specific that made you want to stay behind and continue listening to what was being said in the room.

“Hey Haaland that was a long bathroom break dude” you heard someone say, as the rest of the group started laughing while he just shook his head in annoyance.

“Drop the act, what’s her name” the same voice asked causing the others to start questioning.

“I don’t know what you are talking about” Erling tried to deny but they all mocked his answer, knowing well that he was lying.

“Man, i saw you the other day with some blondie, was that her?” you heard Phill this time.

“No” he bluntly responded, but they started protesting for his lack of information.

“Drop the name man who is it?” Declan asks and all the guys around started agreeing.

“It’s no one, just a random one i met some time ago” he finally reveals, making the rest of the circle become loud with excitement once again.

“It’s nothing serious, we are just fucking” he quickly interrupts them, hoping that that will shut their noisy asses up but it wasn’t the case.

“Does she know about the other chick’s you have been fucking behind her back?” you hear Jack ask him and the room fills in with loud laughter once again.

“Not really”, he replied and the guys went wild.

“Yoo dude is it even serious like, are you going to tell her or?”

“Look i told you its nothing fucking serious, i’m just fucking with her for a little while and i move on, that’s it”, “I wouldn’t even care less if she found about the others, i can replace her anytime” he adds, making the group laugh out again.

You had heard enough.

You pushed the door open and entered the kitchen as the room soon went silent to see who it was.

“Hey Y/n” Declan was the first one to greet you and you greeted them all back with a plastered smile on your face, while avoiding the eyes of a particular person.

“What did i interrupt you guys from?” You asked them cheerfully as you headed towards the fridge to grab yourself another drink.

“Nothing we were just talking” someone spoke up and you leaned against the kitchen counter with your drink in your hand.

“Ohh i get it, hooks up of the week” you said with a small giggle and they agreed.

“Hey y/n did you perhaps catch a glimpse of a girl Erling was in the bathroom with, about an hour ago. He was locked up there for like half an hour and the guy tried to convince us that he was by himself.” Phill interjected this time and you looked at him with a knowing grin on your face, “no way, who was it?” Declan asked but you just shook your head slightly.

“Look guys, its not my place to say, but maybe Erling here, doesn’t want to share the name cause he forgot which one of his chicks was it.” your answer made Erling tense up more as he kept burning holes on you with his gaze the whole time you have been in the room. “Isn’t that right Haaland?” you ended up shifting your attention on him all of a sudden.

“Not the important one’s” he answered as the whole room burst in laughter,

“What are you saying dude, you literally admitted that she was just a plaything” Jack adds in the conversation making you grin lowkey sadly as you lowered your head for a second, but thankfully no one noticed.

“Oh how comforting it must be for her to at least remember her name then huh?” you spoke ironically; your words tasted like venom and he knew that cause they were directed towards him.

“Anyway guys, i gotta get back to my group, sorry that i couldn’t help you identify Haaland’s 4th chick of the week.” you joked once again but you knew that all jokes were on you in the end cause you were the one they were looking for, your were his plaything of the week or better say for the last five months, along with some other playthings of course, but for Haaland that was not worth being mentioned.

After you left the room you heard your name being called and you could tell it was him but you neither had anything more to say or even had the energy to talk to him for the rest of the night, especially when you were supposed to be celebrating your brothers birthday party.

“Y/N WAIT” you heard him yelling before he finally caught up with you and stopping you from walking any further, grabbing you by the arm and you turned your body around to look at him.

“Look i was going to tell you-”

“Oh really? i thought you wouldn’t care if i found out since you can replace me anytime” you cut him off by repeating his own words back in the kitchen, and he seemed to get more frustrated with the situation.

“No you don’t get it, i really lik-” before he can finish his sentence he got interrupted by people singing the birthday song and you both turn your heads to glance back in the main room where all the guests were gathered around a huge cake and your brother standing in the middle.

The sound was so much louder since you were closer to the party area now, making you frustrated as well. Nevertheless that was your signal to end this, cause you had more important things.

“It’s too late for that shit Erling, we are done, no buts” you finally said and you made a move to leave but he caught you again forcing you to look at him with pure anger in your eyes.

“I can fix this, give me another chance” he slowly says while the intimacy in his eyes burned into yours; when he grabbed you for the second time, he had managed to pull your body so close to his that even your faces were only a few centimetres apart.

“Have fun with your side chicks Haaland” you slowly muttered before looking at him one last time and after getting your hand out of his grip you hurriedly headed towards the celebration.

Your eyes were glistened as tears threatened to spill but you were quick to angrily wipe the corners of your eyes and hold yourself back from breaking down in front of a bunch of people. The only thought that clouded your mind was

How could you be so stupid?

#football imagines #man city imagines #erling haaland imagine #erling haaland #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland smut #erling haaland fluff #erling haaland angst #jadon sancho imagine #there are more parts obv but i didnt want to add more things in this one.so its a light intro part to get you into the background etc.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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Hello! I saw that you're reopening requests, so here's mine!

Since father's day is around the corner can I request a god x reader where their kids surprise their father with gifts and goodies for fathers day? (Hades, Thor, and Buddha) I just imagine Buddha being gifted a gift basket of his favorite snacks and homemade sweets from his beloved and kids. Thank you!

-He woke as soon as you stirred, his arms pulling you to him, to hug you close which made you hum quietly in content, snuggling with your husband for a few minutes.

-When you pulled back, you pecked his forehead gently, “Stay in bed and don’t get up. Pretend you’re still asleep.” He was confused by your command, but did as you asked, after pulling in for a proper kiss.

-He heard his children moments later, twins, a boy and a girl, giggling as they ran down the hall to the kitchen, hearing your light footsteps behind them, it sounded almost like they were plotting something.

-Smells of his favorite breakfast filled his nose and he inhaled deeply, a smile appearing on his lips as he heard the three of you puttering around in the kitchen, his children helping you cook.

-He heard the footsteps coming to the bedroom and pretended to be asleep before the door opened and he heard two little voices, “Daddy-daddy!!”

-He rolled over, gathering them into his arms, hugging them close as you walked in, carrying a breakfast tray for breakfast in bed as they beamed up at him, “Happy Father’s Day!”

-Hades- He paused for a moment before looking at the calendar, realizing it was indeed Father’s Day and he pecked them both on their cheeks, “Thank you my loves.” Your daughter was holding a card that she and her brother made themselves, looking pretty good for a pair of four-year-olds, while your son held a gift box. Hades smiled warmly, seeing a brand new pen before he attacked his children with kisses, making you giggle as you set the tray down on the nightstand before your daughter turned, “You have a present too, right mommy?” you smiled and pulled out what looked to be another pen gift box and Hades was confused before he opened the box, his eyes going huge, seeing a positive pregnancy test. He looked at you, eyes wide before he was blinded by a camera flash, your son getting the photo of the moment. Breakfast was paused for a moment as you sat on the bed, listening to Hades chase your twins around the house, the two of them playing keep-away with the camera. You knew he was happy, hearing him laugh as you sighed softly, feeling content.

-Thor- He smiled softly, pecking each of his children on the cheek before pecking you on the cheek, thank you all as you set the tray on his lap and he smiled. He knew you were making his favorites, but to see it, seeing that his children helped you with it, it made him so happy. He ate quietly while you kept your children entertained, smiling gently down at them as your daughter beamed, “Did we surprise you, papa?” he chuckled, ruffling your hair before your son spoke, “We have a present for you, but it’s in the backyard!” Thor was a little confused, looking at you as you smiled before you told them to go and get dressed and they ran out, giggling. Once he was finished and you both were dressed, he closed his eyes, hunching over to let his children guide him to the backyard, but you had your hands on his waist, keeping him from bumping into things. When Thor opened his eyes, finding a large picnic set up, complete with games, he softened, he adored playing with his children, it was the highlight of his day as he smiled, kneeling to hug them both, thanking them before they ran off to play and joined you on the blanket, laying his head in your lap, relaxing.

-Buddha- His eyes widened at the huge basket the twins were carrying, full of his favorite snacks, baked goods, and candies, he threw his hands up, a huge smile on his face, “I love it!!” they beamed, leaving the basket on the bed to pounce on their father, hugging him as he laughed warmly. To keep them busy while Buddha ate, seeing your soufflé pancakes with fresh fruit, you asked them to open the basket and tell him all of the different snacks the three of you had stuffed into it. Once his meal was finished you set the tray off to the side before you gave a small smile to your children who lit up, your daughter speaking first, “Mommy has a present for you too!” your son nodded, his hands on his hips, “Yeah it’s a big one!” Buddha looked over at you, confused, and his confusion only grew as you handed him a pen gift box. He opened it and instantly his jaw dropped, turning to you, tears appearing in his eyes, “Really?!” you giggled, allowing yourself to be embraced, with your children quickly joining in, “I am, it will be right around the holidays.” He inhaled deeply, so happy, he had a wonderful family, a tasty gift to enjoy, and a new bundle of joy on the way. Best Father’s Day ever!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hades #ror thor #ror buddha

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seidenbros · 1 year

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Can we have a Steve falling head over heels for Robin's college roommate? I'm pretty sure Steve would love a super nerdy bookworm girl. Literature student, maybe? I picture her as a hopeless romantic who's super into the most tooth aching clichès and he definitely finds that cute. But she totally matches Robin's energy, so she is funny + adorable + cute.

He visits Robin on a regular basis and as she is super close with reader, they become friends too but then he realizes that she's everything he ever wanted 🥺

I'm totally vibing with that. Sorry 🤣

Hello love and thank you so much for this request. I decided to mix it with an idea that I couldn't get out of my head, so we have Baker!Steve in this one. I kinda wrote my heart out and just realised that I completely forgot to weave in the hopeless romantic/clichès thing and I'm sorry D: I hope you'll still enjoy it 💚 and if you were wondering what a puddin pretzel is, click here

prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist Pairing: Baker!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader Word Count: 6743 Warnings/Tags: mutual pining, use of petnames (doll), broken hearts in the past, fluff, domestic Steve, I mean he bakes come on!, making out, sexual tension Read on AO3

If someone had told Steve Harrington years ago that he would one day earn his money with baking, he would have probably called them crazy. But here he was, still learning this and that, but he was already doing a damn good job. It was work that fulfilled him, baking things that made other people smile, that helped them start their days off right, and he’d even made his first wedding cake. The old man that had taught him, was leaving him more and more in charge of everything, while his granddaughter worked behind the counter to sell everything.

It had started out as a hobby, as a way to experiment at home, since he’d pretty much always been alone. Steve had always had a sweet tooth, so it was just more fun to try this out himself instead of just buying everything. Sure, he had the money, and he often did buy stuff, but he wanted to mix things up. He dreamed about mixing maple syrup with bacon in the form of a cupcake. So he did just that.

While Robin went to college, Steve started working at a shop called Sweet Temptations. Honestly, he’d been drawn in by the name, and then the cupcakes, the cakes and whatnot had made him stay and ask about a job. While Nino, the owner, had told him to bring him something homemade, his granddaughter had immediately said that he could start, because he would definitely draw the younger women in. Sure, they could use the additional customers, but Steve wouldn’t get the job without proving that he indeed had a talent when it came to baking.

And Steve delivered. He did make the Maple-Bacon-cupcakes he’d perfected by now and had wowed Nino with that. So, the old man had told Steve everything he knew, and was still teaching him, even though he only spent one day a week at the bakery, trying to do his best to enjoy his retirement. The shop was still his baby, so he had to drop by and bake with Steve once a week, pass on his secrets, the ones he hadn’t already passed onto him. His granddaughter, Mira, had been right at least, because they had an increase in female customers who even stayed in the shop to enjoy a piece of cake and a coffee, lingering to get a good look at the young baker everyone was talking about.

Meanwhile, Steve’s mind and heart were occupied with someone else: You. God, he had fallen head over heels for you, and he hadn’t seen it coming.

Of course, he’d heard about you from Robin again and again. She loved living with you, because you were so much like her. Sure, you liked different things, and you were someone who did read a lot - maybe natural as a literature student - but you also liked to go out with Robin, enjoyed movie nights, and listened to her ramble on and on. You two just worked so well together, and Robin had quickly become your best friend. While Steve had heard everything about you, you had heard everything about him from Robin.

Still, it had taken a lot of time until the two of you had finally met. Robin had invited Steve over for movie night, and had forgotten to ask you first, so when you’d opened the door for him, you’d been taken aback. You’d seen pictures of him, but seeing him there right in front of you had definitely made your heart skip a beat - and it had been the same for Steve. Robin had apologised again and again, saying that she should have asked you first, but you’d been overjoyed to finally meet that famous Steve Harrington. That alone had made him blush a little. Robin should have seen it right then and there, because she wasn’t used to that kind of reaction from Steve, but she’d been a bit blind in that moment, because she’d still kept apologising to you.

Ever since then, you’d made it a regular thing to rent some movies and watch them together. But it wasn’t just those days that Steve showed up. Sometimes, he stopped by after work and brought a couple of baked goods with him. Sometimes, he came over for pizza in the evening. You liked him, and you liked spending time with him, but never made any advances towards him, because he was Robin’s other best friend. They’d been through a lot, that much she’d told you, but she’d never said what exactly had happened. But you knew that Steve was plagued by nightmares, and that there were certain days that he couldn’t stand bright lights, because they gave him a headache. He’d told you once that he’s had more than one concussion, so the headaches, the light sensibility, those were things that came from that. Not every day, he had good and bad days of course, but when he’d told you about that, you’d hugged him without thinking too much about it. Steve had gone rigid in your arms for a moment, before he’d melted into your touch, had hugged you back and just stayed like this for some time. When you’d separated, none of you had been able to say anything, because Robin had burst back into the room again.

One day, Robin had asked you whether it was really okay that Steve wass dropping by so often. She’d told you that it was okay, if she went over to Steve’s so that you had your peace and quiet to read or study, but you’d quickly told her that it was more than okay. Maybe even a bit too quickly, because she’d smiled at you, leaning in to ask you whether you liked him. The way you’d stumbled over your words had told her everything she’d needed to know.

“I don’t have time for a guy in my life,” you’d told her, but Robin had just rolled her eyes at you, knowing that it was just a way to guard your heart, to not give anyone the chance to break your heart again. If you were honest with yourself, Steve had already managed to slip past the cracks in the wall you’d put up. With his warm smile, his infectious laughter, his caring personality and the love he put out into the world. That was why you had to be careful, watch out that you didn’t fall even more for him. The best would probably be to not spend that much time with him, but you enjoyed it way too much, missed the movie nights when you had something else to go to.

Tonight, though, when Steve knocked on the door to the apartment you shared with Robin, you immediately smiled when you saw him. Steve did the same, before he lifted the tray he was carrying.

“Brought you something new. Just tried it out today!” Steve walked in, taking off his shoes and jacket, while you brought the tray to the kitchen.

“So we’re your test subjects, huh?”

“Oh, you know, I really value your opinion, so…” Steve shrugged his shoulders, before he drew his brows together. Robin was in the bathroom, singing at the top of her lungs, but Steve couldn’t really make out the song.

“I swear, if you keep bringing this stuff, I won’t fit through the door anymore at one point. I already gained weight because of these things.”

“So, do you want me to stop bringing you stuff?” Steve tried to stop himself from smiling, while his eyes wandered over your body. To him you were perfect, with a couple kilos more or less, he didn’t care as long as you were happy.

“Don't you dare stop!” you said with a laugh as you opened the lid of the tray. The air was immediately filled with the smell of vanilla, making your mouth water. “What is that?”

Your eyes, big and round and filled with wonder, looked up at Steve, ready to take one of these things and take a bite to see if they tasted as good as they looked.

“It’s called a pudding pretzel. See, it looks like a pretzel, but it’s sweet.” He leaned over, his shoulder touching yours as he showed you what he meant. “And the holes are filled with pudding. You just have to try it.”

When he turned his head to face you, your noses nearly brushed. For a moment, you both stayed like this, nobody saying a word, but you quickly straightened, when you heard the bathroom door open.

“Steve?” Robin said, scowling at him as she fluffed up her hair, looking ready to go out. Then, realisation hit her. “Shit, I completely forgot about movie night!”

“Got a hot date or something?” Steve’s eyes locked on her, scanning her outfit, before he started grinning from ear to ear. “Oh you do! And you haven’t said a word!”

“Well…” Now, it was Robin’s turn to blush, but she quickly brushed past the two of you to get to her shoes. “I didn’t wanna jinx it by telling you, and you probably would have talked me out of it.”

That made your ears perk up, and you followed her, because you had an idea who she might be going out with, and it was not a good idea. Still, if that was Robin’s choice, you would accept it and let her go. Once she got her mind set on something, nobody could really talk her out of it.

“I’m really sorry that I didn’t tell you two and postpone movie night. But you’re welcome to stay anyway, Steve. You can watch a movie without me, right?” Robin’s eyes settled on you when she straightened again, her shoes now on her feet. Oh that little minx! Right now, that almost felt like some kind of scheme from her to get you and Steve to spend some time alone.

“It’s alright, I can leave if you want to use the night to read the book you talked about!”

“Already finished that,” you quickly said, surprised that he’d remembered that.

“Should have expected that.” Steve let out a laugh that made your lips curl up into a smile. A laugh that was so genuine that it touched your heart and made the last bit of resolve vanish.

“You’re welcome to stay, Steve. Would love the company for a movie.”

The way you said his name, the way it rolled off your tongue, made Steve smile.

“Alright, then I’ll stay.”

“Good!” Robin clapped her hands, giving you a mischievous grin, before she reached for her bag. “Have fun you two. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” And with that, she was out the door.

“She’s really something, isn’t she?” Steve shook his head, slowly looking your way.

“Tell me about it!” You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “How about I get the movie started and you get these delicious things on a plate?”

Steve agreed without hesitating, but he still watched you leave for the living room. The moment you were gone, he took a deep breath, trying to calm his beating heart. Suddenly being alone with you made him nervous. With Robin there, it hadn’t been awkward at all, but he was scared that he would make it awkward now. He really didn’t want to screw this up with you, but he also didn’t want to make a move because… well, you were Robin’s roommate and her other best friend. If you didn’t like him the way he liked you, it would make things incredibly uncomfortable for all of you.

So, he took a deep breath and put the pudding pretzels on plates, before he walked over to you. He took a seat on the opposite site of the sofa and handed you one of the plates. With Robin not there, there was a huge gap between you.

“Oh my God!”

Your sudden outburst nearly made Steve jump, because his eyes had been glued to the TV. With big eyes, he looked at you, but seeing the smile on your face made him relax. You wiggled around in your spot, your mouth filled with another bite of the baked goods he’d brought.

“Steve, this tastes absolutely amazing! You gonna sell it at the shop?”

“If Nino agrees, then yes.”

“He’d be an idiot not to sell them. These are better than sex!”

Steve nearly choked on the piece of pudding pretzel he had in his mouth when you said that. He needed a moment, to calm down, before he levelled his eyes at you, trying to figure out whether he’d heard you correctly.

“What?”

“I mean it.” You looked at him for a moment, before you quickly turned to look back at the TV, because the intensity of his stare made you squirm in your seat. Shit, you’d really put your foot in your mouth and had said something that probably wasn’t appropriate to talk about with Steve, especially not because you liked him and had thought about doing certain things with him. “At least better than the sex I’ve had.”

Yeah, you really should have kept quiet, so before you said anything else, you stuffed your mouth with the rest that was still on your plate.

“God, I’m sorry, doll, but then you probably just had the wrong kind of guy by your side.” Steve shook his head, kinda shocked to hear that from you, to know that apparently nobody had made you really enjoy it when you thought that his pudding pretzels were better than sex. It also made him aware that he’d thought about this with you way more often than was appropriate. And he should really not be thinking about it right now, but you’d planted that thought in his head. “Cause it can and should be good.”

“Yeah I know…” You sounded kind of defeated, not wanting to think about how much time you’d wasted with your ex, who’d cheated on you multiple times, and who’d treated you like one of his belongings. But you also didn’t want to think about Steve on the other side of the sofa. Steve, who looked good enough to eat, and who smelled the part as well, because he’d come by right after work, so he smelled just as delicious as the baked goods he’d brought with him.

Steve shifted his sitting position, reached for a pillow to lay it in his lap and balance the plate on top of it, which was more of an alibi move, so that you wouldn’t grow suspicious of him putting the pillow in his lap.

There was about half an hour of silence between the two of you, each one aware of the tension in the room, but staying quiet about it. When you reached for the blanket, though, because you were getting cold, Steve shifted in his seat, looking over at you. Suddenly, he felt a bit bolder. Maybe that was because of your previous topic, maybe it was the overall situation, but in the end, it didn’t matter.

“Come here,” he said, opening his arms for you, a smile on his lips. “I promise I won’t bite, but honestly, I’m like a furnace, so I’ll keep you warm.”

“I-” you started, biting your lip, but if he was offering, it was alright to do it, wasn’t it? “Okay.” You scooted over to him and snuggled up to his side, your heart racing in your chest when his smell filled your nose again.

Steve’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and he pulled you even closer. Your hand found its place on his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart through the shirt he was wearing. Was he maybe as nervous as you were? Or was that just your imagination? When you lifted your head to look up at him, you found him staring back, and you could swear that his eyes landed on your lips. Before anything could happen, before any of you could say a thing, the door to your apartment flung open and Robin kicked it shut again behind her.

You scrambled to get up from the sofa, heart beating even faster than before, because you felt like you had nearly been caught doing something you shouldn’t be doing. Which was ridiculous, since Steve and you were both adults and nothing had happened. Still, you didn’t really want Robin to find you like this.

Steve just looked at you with big eyes for a moment, before you left him sitting there alone to get to Robin. He reached for the remote to turn everything off before he followed you.

“Oh lord, what happened?” he asked when he found you and Robin sitting at the kitchen table. She looked a bit out of it, when you held out a glass of water to her. She’d had a couple of drinks, Steve could tell that already.

“She stood me up.” Robin looked up at him for a moment, before she dropped her forehead to the table again, heaving a sigh. “Waited and waited and was so nervous… Maaaaay have had a couple drinks. Then I left.”

“I’m so sorry, Robin. Want me to trip her the next time I see her?” you offered, laying a gentle hand on her back, slowly rubbing up and down to show her that you were there.

“No… Just.. God, I just wanna go to bed.” You could tell that she was on the verge of tears, because of the alcohol. It always made her either more outgoing or emotional, and after an evening like this, it was clear that she wasn’t dancing on tables right now.

“Come on, I’ll take you to bed,” you said, standing up with her, wrapping your arm around her waist. You looked up, your eyes meeting Steve’s

“Go, I’ll clean up here,” he said with a smile. So, while you went to the bathroom with Robin to get her into something more comfortable and wash her face, Steve cleaned the kitchen and put everything away that you’d used. He brought a bottle of water into Robin’s room and put it next to the bed.

“Thank you,” Robin mumbled, as you entered her room and she saw Steve just put the bottle down, but she meant both of you. “I should have just stayed home with you two.” She flopped down on her bed, taking a deep breath. “Did you at least enjoy your evening?”

“Yeah,” Steve said immediately, smiling to himself as he risked a look at you.

“It was a good movie, so yeah!” To be honest, you had no idea what the movie had been about, too preoccupied with the person standing next to you right now.

“Mhm… Good,” Robin mumbled, snuggling into her pillow. “Was hoping for more, though.”

She didn’t offer an explanation or say anything else, mainly because she fell asleep, but she left you curious about what she meant. Well, you had an idea, but you couldn’t be sure about that. It didn’t matter in the end, did it?

As quietly as possible, you left the room with Steve, leaving the door ajar when you brought him to the front door.

“I’ll come by tomorrow morning and take care of breakfast, alright? See how she’s doing.” Steve put on his shoes before he reached for his jacket.

“Sounds good. And thank you, Steve… It was a fun evening.” Maybe, that was not exactly the right word, considering how nervous he’d made you, but the brief moment you’d spent in his arms had made you relax, and it had made you feel so safe.

“It really was, so thank you.” Steve leaned forward to place a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Mhm… goodnight, Steve!” He turned around at the top of the stairs to give you a little wave, before he disappeared from view. The smile on your lips would probably have been able to light up the whole room when you closed the door behind you. The only question was, how you were supposed to find sleep after this.

As you’d expected, you hardly slept at all, tossing and turning, thinking about the previous evening, how close Steve and you had gotten. You hadn’t lied to Robin when you’d said that you didn’t have time for a man, though it was probably more a way to protect yourself than anything else. But Steve… Steve made you laugh, he filled you with happiness, and he always took care of Robin and you. That’s why he wanted to come by and make breakfast.

Shit. Yeah, you really weren’t ready to face him right now, not when you thought about him pretty much all night and were ready to jump his bones, to act on the tension that had been there between you hours later.

You cast a quick glance into Robin’s room, but she was still asleep, so you left her alone again and put on your shoes. You needed to get out, go for a walk, clear your mind, whatever. But you were not ready to face Steve. But Steve it was, you collided with when you ripped the door open and stepped outside without looking around first.

“Woah, careful there, doll!” One of Steve’s hands wrapped around your upper arm, steadying you, while he was carrying a bag in the other hand. Your own hands landed in his chest, eyes closed for a moment, before you managed to pry them open and look at him.

“You running away from something?” he asked, smiling at you, before he carefully took his hand off your arm.

God, he had no idea how correct he was. On the one hand, you were running from him, on the other from your own feelings, because you were already feeling your heart pick up its pace, and it wasn’t because of the surprise right now. It was because of Steve’s presence, because of the smell of him that filled your nose, because of the smile that made your knees weak.

“No!” Your answer came a bit too quickly for your own liking and you bit your bottom lip, taking a step back. “I’m just running late. Completely forgot I have a meeting. I’ll see you around!”

You gave him a curt smile and a wave before you were off and bounded down the stairs. Steve watched you leave, his heart sinking a little, because it felt like you were running away from him. Still, he was here to make breakfast, so he walked inside and headed to the kitchen to prepare some scrambled eggs and pancakes.

When Robin walked into the kitchen twenty minutes later, she was greeted with a set table and everything she could wish for. She only had a mild headache, but nothing a good breakfast couldn’t help with.

“Morning,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes, before she smiled at Steve. “Is Y/N not awake yet?”

“She is… but she pretty much fled your apartment.”

“Huh?” Now, that made Robin’s eyes widen, curiosity shining in them when she took a seat. “What do you mean? What happened?”

Robin reached for the coffee first to take a sip and let the hot liquid wake her spirits.

“She said she has a meeting, but-” Steve heaved a sigh, reaching for his own coffee cup to wrap his hands around it. He looked down, as if he was looking for the right words in the hot beverage. “Kinda felt like she didn’t wanna see me, you know? Maybe, I fucked it up, don’t know.”

“Wait a second!” Robin pinched the bridge of her nose, trying her best to focus. “I feel like I’m missing a vital piece of information here.”

“Nothing happened!” Steve said immediately, looking up again to reassure Robin and make her realise that he was telling the truth. “At least not really. I mean, we were watching the movie and she said that my pudding pretzels were better than sex, so… that topic came up briefly and then we were both quiet… a bit awkward.”

Steve leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table, clasping his hands together. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, while Robin started eating the pancakes, listening intently to what he was saying. But she didn’t stop him, let him talk until she had all the information she needed.

“When she reached for the blanket, I offered her to come cuddle, ‘cause you know how much heat I radiate.”

“That’s a fact. You’re damn hot all the time.” Robin nodded her head, curious where this was going, as if she was reading a book, or rather having a book read to hear that was just about to get really interesting. “So what then?”

“She snuggled up to me.”

Oh, the smile that appeared on Steve’s lips made Robin really giddy. She’d seen that look before, but it had been a while since she’d last seen that. Sure, Steve had done a lot of dating, looking for the one person that he could call his partner, the one that would stay with him and really love him, but he hadn’t found that person. And now, you were the reason he had that dreamy smile on his lips.

“And then you got hom.”

“Ahh fuck,” Robin groaned, dropping her fork onto the table. “You were doing so well, and then I managed to fuck it up. So much for my plan.”

“Yeah…” Steve was still smiling, but then he realised what Robin had just said. “What do you mean your plan?”

“Forget it…” Robin quickly shook her head, but before she could say anything else, Steve insisted that she should tell him.

“Well… she likes you, Steve! I wasn’t sure how you were feeling, but seeing how much you smile, I don’t need you to spell it out. But Y/N is always like… she doesn’t have time for a boyfriend, she’s scared of getting her heart broken again…”

“Yeah, I know that feeling.” Steve rolled his eyes, tried his best not to get his hopes up at what Robin had just told him.

“Yeah, and that’s exactly why the two of you would never hurt each other like that. That’s why I didn’t tell you two about the date yesterday. So that you’d spend some time alone and maybe, finally take a step towards each other.” Robin leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. “And apparently you did. But why do you think she’d be running from you now?”

“I don’t know! I mean, maybe I was too bold yesterday?”

“Steve, you cuddled on the sofa for maybe a few moments, right? And she could have easily said no, but she didn’t.”

“I kissed her cheek when I left and told her I’d come by for breakfast.”

“Oh boy… Nothing of that was too bold, but I guess, she’s too much in her head again, so that’s why she ran.”

“Maybe.” Steve lifted his coffee cup and emptied the last drops into his mouth, before he got up. “You’ll be alright? ‘Cause I think I just need to clear my head a bit.”

“Steve…” Robin really didn’t want to let him go, not when he looked so defeated.

Sure, Robin had told him that you apparently had feelings for him, but right now, he was sure that you’d run away from him, so that was wearing him down. For months now, he hadn’t had eyes for anyone else, only for you, because you were the one person that made him happy beyond words by just existing in his close proximity. Yesterday, getting to hold you and kiss your cheek had made him unbelievably happy, but for you? It sure looked like he’d taken it too far. So he needed some time to himself, and when he needed to clear his head, he started baking.

“Robin…” Steve looked at her, a weary smile on his lips when he stepped up to her. “Will you be alright?”

“Sure,” she said with a huff, not wanting to let him go, but knowing that she couldn’t keep him here. “What about you, though?”

“I’ll be fine. I always manage, you know that.”

Yeah, she did… and that was what kind of scared her, because she knew that Steve wouldn’t bounce back that easily this time, not when you were the perfect match for him and ran out of the apartment as soon as he arrived.

After a long, long walk and some more coffee from the coffee shop around the corner, you came back home, hoping that Steve would already be gone. When you didn’t see his shoes when you entered, you sighed in relief. At least, you were thinking that it was relief, but it was mixed with a weird kind of longing because he wasn’t there.

“Good, you’re home,” Robin said, leaning in the door to the living room. She’d showered and looked way better than the night before, but the serious look on her face made you a little worried.

“Yeah, sorry, I had a-”

“Meeting, so I’ve heard. Now, tell me, why haven’t you mentioned that all week?”

“Well,” you started, eyes wide, because you hadn’t expected that question from her. And that attitude she was giving you, really threw you off.

“Because you didn’t have a meeting and just ran away so you didn’t have to face Steve, right?”

Busted.

“Look…” You ran both hands over your face and through your hair. Steve was Robin’s best friend, and you really didn’t want to make it awkward at all, but right now, you got the feeling that it already was awkward as fuck.

“Hey, listen,” Robin said, stepping up to you and taking your hands into hers, her voice and her whole demeanour a lot softer than before. “I understand that, ‘cause you’re scared of getting hurt again, but believe me… Steve would never hurt you. God, he’s so in love with you, it’s painful to watch.”

“He… what?”

“Are you really that oblivious? He’s not just being nice to you. He’s completely and utterly in love with you. And he’s scared of getting his heart broken again as well.” Robin shook her head before she smiled at you. “You two really belong together, you just have to open your heart and allow yourself that.”

Robin tapped two fingers against your chest, letting go of your hands to do so.

“I’m just…” You broke off, shaking your head as you were trying to process what Robin had just told you. You had kind of hoped that Steve would feel the same way, but a tiny voice had told you all this time that he had just been nice to you.

“Scared, I know. So is Steve.” Robin placed a hand on your cheek, making you look at her again. “And now he thinks he did something wrong.” “What? No, no, no, he didn’t, I was just… I don’t know.”

“Maybe you should go and tell him that then. Make him stop worrying, because I know he’ll be baking all afternoon to clear his head.”

“You think so?”

“I know it. Because he keeps overthinking every little thing. Something else you have in common.”

Mira walked to the back where Steve was working and put a new cup of coffee in front of him.

“Thank you.”

“No problem. Anything else you need?” She leaned in the doorframe, watching him work. He’d come in, looking distracted, and it had shown in the first batch of cupcakes he’d made, because they’d landed in the trash.

“No thanks.” Steve gave her a smile that looked more forced than anything and went back to work. He knew that he needed to concentrate a little more, because that would help him clear his head of you, but it didn’t work. You were there, in his head and in his heart, and by now it hurt to think about you.

Steve turned the music up a little louder and started putting the ingredients he needed into the mixer. While the mixer was busy, he put some flour on the work surface and made a mould in the middle, because he wanted to make bread as well as some more cupcakes.

He stopped the mixer once all the ingredients were blended together, and tasted it. It was good, no question, but it was definitely missing some more vanilla. Once he had the perfect mixture, he poured it into the baking pans and sent the cupcakes to the oven.

Now for the bread… he mixed the yeast with warm water before he poured the mixture into the mould in the flour. That was the moment you walked into the room, but Steve didn’t realise that he wasn’t alone anymore. He was finally able to clear his head a little, hum along to the music and concentrate on what he was doing. With a spoon, he started mixing a bit of the water mixture and the flour together, before he was finally able to use his hands to make some proper dough. His hands and arms were full of flour, so when he raised his arm to brush the sweat on his forehead away with his forearm, some of the flour stuck to his face and even his hair.

The sight warmed your heart, because he looked completely at ease, so in his element, that you didn’t want to disturb him. At the same time, your heart nearly burst out of your chest, because it was filled with so much love for this man. Now that you were allowing yourself these feelings, they were even bigger than you could ever have expected.

Your eyes travelled up slowly up from his hands, over his forearms, the muscles flexing in them, the veins that stood out, up over his chest, his chin, his lips, and to his eyes that were now looking back at you. You hadn’t realised that he’d stopped kneading the dough and was suddenly aware that you were there.

“What are you doing here?” Steve’s words weren’t harsh, they were extremely soft, surprise shining in his eyes as he wiped his hands on his apron.

“I… I wanted to see you,” you managed to say. “Think I’ve got some explaining to do.”

“You don’t have to explain anything.” Steve shook his head, still trying to smile. “I took it a step too far.”

“Steve, you really didn’t.” You gathered your courage and walked around the work surface to stop right in front of him. “I was just…”

“Scared.” Steve finished the sentence for you, keeping his eyes on you while his heart threatened to beat right out of his chest. “Are you still scared?”

“Yeah.” You swallowed hard, taking the last step to close the gap between you two. “But…”

“But…?” Steve’s voice was low, quiet, but he was so all consuming that you couldn’t think clearly anymore. Your head was filled with him, your body humming because of the proximity of his body, of feeling the heat radiating off him and seeping into your skin. His right hand came up to cup your cheek, tilting your head so that you had to look up at him.

“But…” You tried again, your skin feeling like it was on fire from where he touched you, a hint of flour lingering where his thumb brushed over your cheek.

You ran your fingertips up his stomach, over his chest and to his shoulders, pulling yourself up just slightly so that you could kiss his lips. You had nothing to lose, right? And sometimes, you just had to take that jump that you were so afraid of.

Steve was taken by surprise that you’d taken the initiative, but that surprise was quickly pushed away, and he kissed you back. His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer, while his free hand found its place on your hip. Your body was flush against his, your hands moving up to tangle in his hair, your breasts pressed against his chest while his tongue delved into your mouth, making you moan slightly into the kiss.

You’d had your experience in kissing, but this… this kind of kiss was definitely something else. You felt it to the tips of your toes, it made your whole body tingle and ache for more. Close wasn’t close enough, and you could have kept going for some time, not wanting to let go of him, but the loud beeping of the oven made both of you pull back.

“Shit… sorry,” Steve mumbled, lips puffy from kissing, glistening slightly, while dark eyes looked back at you. You probably looked just like him, hair a bit dishevelled but you didn’t care.

“‘S alright,” you managed to mumble, smiling to yourself as you stepped back. Steve made quick work of the cupcakes and pulled them out of the oven.

You bit your bottom lip, looking down at yourself. The flour showed where Steve’s hands had been, and it made you grin like an idiot. Yeah, you could really get used to it.

“What are you making there anyway?” Curiosity got the better of you, so you had to ask about the dough that Steve had abandoned due to you kissing him.

“I wanted to make some bread.”

“Bread? And here I thought, you only made sweet stuff here.”

“Ah, see that’s where you’re wrong, doll. Sweet and savoury. Remember the Maple-Bacon-Cupcakes?” You nodded vigorously, because they were among your favourites. “And bread is just something that has to be mastered. Here, let me show you.”

Steve stepped up behind you and manoeuvred you so that you were standing in front of the dough. His arms wrapped around you, his chest against your back, and his hands on top of yours, moving them to the dough so he could show you how to knead it.

“It’s really soft, isn’t it?” Steve’s voice was right next to your ear, distracting you even more than being trapped in his embrace.

“Mhm…” you mumbled, trying to focus on what you were doing, but Steve made it really hard for you. You didn’t even hear most of what he was talking about, too distracted by the feeling of his strong hands on yours, guiding your hands.

“And then we form a loaf,” he nearly whispered into your ear, his lips almost touching it. Steve moved your hands with his, doing what he just told you, and when the loaf was done, he still kept you right in front of himself to walk over to the sink and wash your hands.

“Steve…” you managed to breathe out and turn in his embrace, when his lips immediately came down on yours. His hands were on your hops, lifting you into the surface, sending flour into the air, a fine dust settling on your skin and in your hair, but you didn’t care. All you cared about were Steve’s lips on yours, his hands moving up and down your thighs, while his tongue invaded your mouth, tasting you and making you crave even more. This was definitely not the right place to be doing this, but you didn’t care. Someone else did, though.

“Steve I just - OH SHIT! Sorry!” Mira quickly turned around again and walked out, still apologising.

Steve lifted his head, looking after her, before he burst out laughing. You chimed in, leaning your head against his chest, hiding your face. His fingers slowly carded through your hair, before he kissed the top of your head.

“Maybe, we should continue this somewhere else.”

“Mhm… Maybe you could finally show me how you live, after you’ve been in our apartment most of the time.” Slowly you raised your head to look at him, feet dangling left and right of his legs.

“What do I get if I show you?” Steve wiggled his eyebrows at you, making you chuckle.

“How about… as many kisses as you want?” Feeling a little bolder, you leaned forward to kiss over his jaw to his ear, taking your time. “Sound good?”

“Perfect.” His hands squeezed your thighs, before he stepped back and held out his hand for you. You really were everything he wanted, and he couldn’t believe that you were finally holding his hand and smiling just for and because of him. What more could he want?

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🍂 summary ─ dead on your feet, fear not, you have bucky who’s willing to help you get back on your feet and make sure you’re safe.

🍂 pairing ─ farmer!bucky barnes x reader

🍂 warnings ─ fluff, bucky taking care of youuuuu, small note, a flower bouquet

🍂 a/n ─ i want me a bucky thank u. oh i also want a muffin

You breathed in the freshly brewed coffee smell as you tiredly stepped inside your favorite coffee shop with your tote and laptop bags slung over your shoulders.

When you couldn’t find any empty cabs, you decided to walk, but you didn’t think how tiring it would be to your already exhausted body. You were cursing yourself for wearing pencil skirt and heels today, knowing fully well that you would have some weight to carry around all day. It seemed like a good idea in the morning, but you should have known better to trust your own judgement in the mornings.

You groaned as you placed your bags on the table, breathing out a relieved and pained sound all in one. You rubbed your shoulders, trying to ease the pain, but you knew only a warm bath and hot press would ease the real pain in them. You closed your eyes and rested your forehead against the cool surface of the table.

Your legs were throbbing, your heels were numb at this point, and your stomach was grunting at you to give something to eat for the past two hours. You sighed. If you had even a little bit energy, you’d have already gone up and got yourself a coffee and a sandwich, no, a muffin. You were drained, though, so you opted out from the moving option. You could rest here a bit before you forced yourself to walk over the register.

So, you sighed again but deeply and tried to relax all the muscles in your body. A little break would do you good, you knew that.

─

You see, Bucky was lucky when he decided to be a good boy, and lately he had been the best. As a result, the universe was blessing him with the coincidence of coming across to you on his day off every week.

There was this voice that kept telling him to go out, to get coffee and treat himself ever since he woke up that morning. He almost didn’t listen to it, almost chose to stay in and under his thick duvet with his baby, Alpine, but he was so damn grateful that he indeed listened to that voice and went out.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to see you.

No matter how tired, sleepy and dead on your feet you looked, you were so pretty.

Bucky was kind of worried, though.

“May I take your order?” The girl at the register, Wanda, her name tag said, asked him gently. Bucky blinked and took his eyes away from you although he couldn’t help but sneak another glance: You were sitting at a table with your heavy-looking bags scattered on the large surface while your forehead rested on the table. “She overworks, no matter what we tell her, she does.”

Bucky blinked again and looked at Wanda. “She does this all the time?” Wanda nodded. “She looks like… she’ll sleep there if you let her.” Wanda smiled a little.

“Nothing she didn’t do before,” she murmured. “We told her not to pull any extra shifts if she didn’t have to, but she…” Wanda sighed. “She doesn’t listen. So, we try to get her blood sugar up and make sure she’s at home safely on these sorts of days.” Bucky frowned as his worry grew.

“Blood sugar up?”

“Yeah, her looking like that means she probably didn’t eat anything either since breakfast or lunch,” Wanda explained. Then, her green eyes observed you resting on the table carefully for a couple seconds. “It’s most likely the formal today.”

“Breakfast?” Bucky asked incredulously. Wanda shrugged. “Oh my God,” Bucky whispered and shook his head. “Alright. I’ll, uh, I’ll get a vanilla late, grande. A good ole tea for her, whatever size she prefers usually, and a muffin.”

Wanda hid her smile as she wrote down the orders, preparing the cups. It was nice to see that her friend had this charming, handsome admirer who jumped at the first chance to take care of her. “Anything else?”

“Um, can you add a sandwich into the mix?” Bucky asked. “But, like, cut it in half?” Wanda nodded slowly and added the order. She told him the total, and Bucky quickly paid it. Pietro called out for the orders and placed the muffin and sandwich on a small tray. Bucky thanked him and walked towards the empty table right next to yours.

“Hey,” he called out softly, careful not to cause you flinch. You breathed in sharply and lifted your head. Bucky saw the mark the table left on your forehead, he grimaced lightly. “Hey, welcome back.” You groaned and rubbed your eyes, forgetting that you had mascara on. Bucky went back to the register and asked for a wet wipe which Wanda handed him happily. He thanked her.

“There you go,” he murmured. You looked at the wet wipe Bucky had in his hand, and then looked up at him blankly. Bucky frowned. His worry was visible in his pretty blue eyes. He reached out. “May I?” He asked, and you nodded, feeling dumb and sleepy still. Bucky’s free hand took a hold of your chin, his grip very gentle and hand very warm and smooth, while his other hand slowly wiped the smeared mascara around your eyes. After he was done, he pulled back.

He grabbed the tray and put your tea and muffin in front of you. “Why don’t you eat something?” He said. “Tea will warm you up, and muffin will give you some energy.” You yawned, hiding your mouth behind your hand. Grabbing the big cup full of tea, you sipped it. Your eyes closed as you hummed and took a couple more sips from your tea. “Good, yeah?” You nodded. Bucky pushed the muffin towards you. “Eat a little bit of this, and I’m gonna give you a sandwich.” You placed your cup down, fingers found the muffin and tore it apart gently. You popped a small bite into your mouth, softly moaning at the taste. Your stomach grumbled. Bucky grinned.

“We’ll quite it down, don’t worry,” he murmured, winking playfully. “Eat some more.” You did. You plucked small bites from your muffin, almost inhaling the half of it under a minute, when Bucky placed a half-sandwich in front of you. “Want me to cut it into smaller parts?” He asked you, and you shook your head. “Alright.”

You swallowed your muffin and washed it away with a big sip from your tea. “Aren’t you eating?” You asked him. Even your voice sounded tired, and Bucky did not like that at all.

“I am,” he answered you, showing the other half of the sandwich. You nodded. Pushing the rest of the muffin towards him. Bucky raised a brow.

“’s only fair,” you mumbled before biting down your sandwich. You hummed as you ate it, sipping your tea occasionally. You watched Bucky munching on his own sandwich, saw him drinking his coffee and licking his lips.

Your sleepy self was waking up, albeit slowly, but you were utterly thankful for the sugar and some food he brought. You were still tired, your legs still throbbed and heels and shoulders ached, but you felt better than when you first walked in. It meant a lot. Especially when you thought about all the time you were going to spend going home. You made a soft whining noise, but it got lost in to the sound of blender.

“How do you feel?” Bucky asked. You wiped your mouth, finishing your tea.

“Good,” you said. “Better than before.” Then, you frowned slightly. “Still exhausted, though.” Bucky made a soft, broken sound. He wished terribly that he had come here with his bike or his dad’s car. That way, he could have given you a ride instead letting you slave away in a cab or subway.

“Good,” he muttered. His phone beeped. Sneaking a peek, he saw his mother asking him if he could come home a bit earlier. He tried not to frown. It wasn’t everyday his mother asked stuff from him, so he did not get to whine. “Is there anything I can do?” He asked. You shook your head.

“No, thank you,” you murmured. “I’ll probably have another tea and go home.” You took a deep breath and looked at him. “Thank you for the food and tea.” He shrugged. A shy smile formed on his full lips.

“Anytime,” he whispered. Your heart fluttered like it did back at the park. You cleared your throat. Bucky blinked. “I, uh, I have to go. My mom, she needs me.” He stood up and grabbed his half-full coffee cup. “Please be careful, okay?” You nodded, ignoring your heart’s reaction to his words with your whole will.

“Yeah,” you said. He smiled and sent you a small wave. You waved at him back. As he walked away from you, you slumped on your seat. Closing your eyes as you waited for food to do its job.

You didn’t see him placing a flower into the inner pocket of your jacket with a small note. You didn’t notice it until you came home, actually, since you opted out of wearing your coat because you decided taking a cab.

When you did notice, though, your face split up into a huge smile. All your exhaustion and throbbing limbs were forgotten with a beautiful daffodil bouquet and a small note that said: “You looked very tired and sad, for some reason that I do not know. Hope this will cheer you up and put a smile on your face. Your smile is beautiful.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #muffin

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rosyjn · 8 months

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Uh uh listen to this

Sam is working, he is reading a script but reader is really in need.

So she gets on his leg begging him to do her, but he refuses since he as to work.

So reader just starts to thigh fuck on Sam, he doesn't say anything, he just reads his script ignoring her (maybe just a arm around her waist to be sure she doesn't fall)

He reads his script loud and with a deep voice, he knows that is making reader go crazy.

And she does indeed cum.

He then put down the script saying "I finally finished babe" and he gestures to his hard cock.

He then fucks reader.

OMGG SUCH A GOOD IDEA ANON

MDNI OFC

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From the sofa in his office, you watch him type. His face is slightly twisted with concentration. You stare at his broad thighs, spread slightly apart and clothed with black sweatpants. The sight of his lap is accompanied by the sounds of typing: long bursts of clacking and pauses in between.

"Sam.." you coo, practically whispering.

"Hmm?" he quietly replies. His typing doesn't cease. You shuffle on the couch, trying to alleviate your engorged clit.

"Can you c'mere?" you ask, sliding your panties off from under your dress.

"I'm busy right now," he sighs. You push your skimpy underwear off of your body, leaving the damp garment on the couch. You get up, walking over to him from behind. You look at the work on his computer: an outline he'd been writing for weeks.

"Looks good to me," you say, straddling Sam and pressing your wet cunt against his clothed thigh. He grunts, feeling your heat against him. You kiss up and down his neck, arching your back and feeling all over his chest. His eyes flutter shut and he leans back. "C'mon hon', just fuck me, real quick." you whisper.

"I told ya', I'm busy," he opens his eyes again, leaning forward to the keyboard. You frown, watching his fingers quickly tend to the keys as he continues to write. You buck your hips once against his thigh, letting the friction tease your pussy. He pays no attention. He knows that once he finishes his work, he'll fuck you senseless.

Of course, it's hard to control himself. The feeling of your heat pressed against him combined with the way your breath hitches as you discreetly pleasure yourself. The only thing keeping him from bending you over his desk right now is the knowledge that he'll be able to tease you. He can ignore you completely, let you masturbate, degrade you for being such a little slut, and then pound you until you're screaming his name.

"Don't move, stay still," you whine, feeling a new angle of friction on your clit. He doesn't respond. You slowly pick up the pace, ignoring Sam completely. His thigh rocks with your movement as you hastily chase your orgasm. Your slick soaks the fabric of his sweatpants, letting your glide back and forth without a problem. You grab onto his arms, pressing your face into his shoulder. "Mmm..mmm.." your noises of pleasure are muffled by his shirt. Your hips slide wildly back and forth. Sam starts to whisper, quietly reading his script aloud to himself. His voice is deep and intense as he reads line after line.

"Fade in-" his accent is thick through his storytelling. He progressively scrolls down the pages, monotonically reading every description and shot. His voice only gratifies you more, encouraging you to keep riding his thigh.

"God!" your muscles tense up as you near your orgasm, but he continues to read through his screenplay quickly. He reads it for himself, disregarding the elephant in the room. You rapidly fuck his thigh, so so close to your orgasm. His deep voice and accent send butterflies into your stomach. You melt onto him, letting him finish the last page as your heat burns with pleasure. You soak his sweatpants even more as he reads the outro. He drifts to the end of the script, watching you collapse into his chest and try to catch your breath.

"I finally finished, babe." he remarks, grabbing your hand and moving it to his clothed, hard cock. You stroke it through his pants, feeling the warmth of his erection. He grabs you, pushing his computer out of the way and roughly setting you down on the surface. You let out a small yelp when your hot cunt touches the cold table. He pushes you down, forcing your back onto the wood. “Spread em,”

“Mm hmm,” you comply, letting him move your knees apart. The cool air whooshes to your pussy. He licks a finger before gently placing it on your clit.

"Fuck," he whispers, feeling how wet and hot you are. You buck your hips again, waiting for him to pleasure you. That's all you wanted. He smacks your cunt, enamored with the way your folds jiggle. You relax your body, watching him pull his dick out of his pants. You clench around nothing at the sight. "It's ready for you," he croons. You smile, pulling him closer to you and helping him line up with your entrance. He teases you for a second, before shoving himself in.

"Mm!" you flinch, wrapping your legs around him as his tip grazes your cervix. He bares his teeth, feeling your smooth walls clench around him. His lips press against yours. He kisses you ravenously, like a starved man.

You can't get enough of him. The way his stubble tickles your face when his tongue invades your mouth. How he fucks you like it's the first time, every time. The feeling of his balls teasing your folds when he's that deep in you. The noises that he makes during sex, when his accent shines the most. And your favorite part: how he makes you wet all the time, even when he's just minding his own business. That's how you got here. That's why you're under Sam, getting pounded like meat.

You grab onto his shoulders, trying your best to stabilize your shaking body. He mercilessly rams into you, letting the noises of moaning and skin slapping fill the room. Your body slams into the table with every thrust, even though Sam's strong arms hold you firmly. He releases all his stress into you. You're his outlet. Writing for hours is so stressful, and your needy pussy can take all that stress away from him. He can just fuck it into you.

As he bucks in and out of you, you swear you can see stars. He stretches you out so deliciously that your heat feels like it's on fire. Your eyes roll back into your skull and your body feels like it's falling into a pile of tingling ecstasy. Your face has already changed color with the rush. Sex with Sam is not for the weak. Your poor, fucked out body jiggles with his ramming.

"Fuck," he groans. "You're such a little slut for me," he pulls away from your mouth.

"Yes, yes, yes I am..." you absent mindedly pant, feeling the tension in your pussy grow. He grabs your chin with his hand, roughly moving your face to get your attention.

"Say it," he hisses. "Say it louder,"

"I'm your little slut!" you squeal, feeling his hand travel from your chin to your neck. When you feel it tighten, you cry out again. "I'm such a little slut for you, Sam!" your body trembles, signaling an oncoming orgasm.

"Wanna cum with me, hmm? Want us to finish at the same time?" he smirks. "Your tight little pussy is gonna swallow up all my cum, got it?" he says, making sure to speak in your ear. "And if I see a drop leak out, I'll push it back inside. You're gonna be full to the brim," his hand tangles into your hair as he works to kiss your neck, burying his head in it as he finishes.

You guys hit cloud 9 at the same time.

“Fuck! My god!” you throw your head back, curling your toes as Sam’s seed squirts into you. Your heat rhythmically pulsates around his girth and an electric pleasure shoots through your bodies. He plops his body down onto you. His weight feels so good. You writhe a little bit under him, still coming down from your high. He silences your whimpers with a sloppy kiss to the mouth. You can hardly kiss back, you’re so exhausted. He lazily pulls out of you, using a blind finger to push a string of cum shallowly back into your sore pussy. His head is still buried in your neck.

“Feelin’ alright?” he grunts, slowly picking himself up off of you.

“Yeah,” you sigh, your eyelids slowly fluttering shut.

“Don’t sleep yet, I gotta clean you up,” he softly taps your cheek before scooping you off the table and into his arms.

“Just take me to bed,” you drowsily say.

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fallatyourfeet · 2 years

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Safe Harbour (Thomas Shelby x Female Reader) - Oneshot

Summary: A good night out with your best friend takes a menacing twist, until someone unexpected arrives.

Word count: 1768

Warnings: Unwanted attention. Stalking. Reader angst.

A/N: This idea has been roaming around in my head for some time now. Had to get it out.

Please feel free to send me a message/comment/ask, I would love to know what you think.

If you like this, please feel free to visit my blog and take a look around! You can find my masterlist in my bio.

You really should have listened. Listened to your mother. Why was she always right? She warned you never to walk home by yourself so late at night. Picking up your pace, your heels clicked along the pavement of the almost deserted street, her words rolling round and round in your head, ‘You hear me Y/N? No good will come of it.’

Yes. The almost deserted street. It wasn’t quite as deserted as you hoped it would be. Until now, it had been a good night out; a girl’s night out. Just you and your best friend. And after a few too many drinks, you both decided it was time to go home. It really wasn’t that far, after walking with your friend to her house, you wished you had taken her up on her invitation to stay. But no. Like a fool, you decided to walk the extra ten minutes to your house, just so you could sleep in your own familiar bed. What an idiot you felt now.

Hurrying across the road, you found those ‘few too many drinks,’ quickly wearing off. Now, normally you would thank the crisp autumn wind for that, and although the night was indeed, cool, it had nothing to do with your sobriety. Your sobriety, was solely due to the sound of footsteps following you across the road. Pulling your coat tight around your body, you snuck a glance behind you, and your stomach dropped. It was the man that had been bothering you at the club. At the time, he seemed harmless enough, and after a few words to him, he left you alone. Then about ten minutes after later, you thought you’d seen him leave, but it seemed as through you were very much mistaken.

Masked somewhere beneath your ever-increasing panic, was concern. He must have been following you since you left the club, and that meant he knew where your friend lived. God, you hoped once he was finished with whatever his plans were with you, he would leave her alone. But looking ahead that concern got buried deep within your panic. Ragged breaths gripped at your chest when your eyes trailed off into the darkness ahead. The next two street lamps were blown, and the moon above offered no help, its light swallowed up by a blanket of heavy clouds. Clutching onto your purse as if you could use it as a weapon, your thoughts went into over-drive, but you couldn’t see a way out of this. With no choice but to walk ahead into the darkness, you picked up your pace, hoping to make it to the following street, where the pavements were bathed in the soft yellow glow from the lamp posts above.

Pulling your coat even tighter around your body, your eyes focused on the light ahead, while your ears concentrated on the boots behind you; and your panic magnified. His heavy steps were out doing yours; he was closing the distance, enjoying this menacing race a little too much. Glancing over your shoulder, you jumped at the sound of his voice, your feet now caught somewhere between a walk and a run, “Why you in such a hurry?”

Barely daring to look back, you mustered the strongest voice your ragged breath would allow. The words were a complete lie and you doubted he would fall for it, but at this point, it was all you could think to say. “Please, leave me alone. If I don’t make it to my brothers in the next five minutes, he’s going to come looking for me.”

Swallowed within the darkness of the street now, you could not see him, but the tread of his heavy boots warned of his close proximity, his amused laugh sending the worst kind of shivers down the length of your neck and back, but you kept your focus on the corner ahead. It was ridiculous really. To think you would find some form of safety in the light that spilled from the lamp post, it made no sense. All you would find was another long and deserted street. But still, all you thought about was reaching that damn lamp post, as if it was a light house, a beacon along the shore of a dark ocean, offering safe harbour.

Breaking into a run, you reached it; he was just a handful of steps behind you now, but as soon as that warm light fell across your face, you stopped. Taking you by surprise, came a man from around the corner, his feet faltering for just a spilt second as his handsome face took in your panicked features. This man, this handsome well-dressed stranger, was the only chance you had and you hoped and prayed that by some miracle, he would help you. Your thoughts moved quickly and you were reacting before he even had the chance to understand what was happening. Taking a step towards him, you outstretched your arms as if you were requesting a hug, your words spilling from your mouth in a rush, “Sorry I’m late... I got caught up chatting with-”

You didn’t even finish your sentence before the heavy boots of the man appeared from around the corner, letting you see him clearly for the first time since leaving the club. His expression was fevered and menacing, filled with unthinkable cravings, but he soon found himself taking a step backwards when his eyes fell upon the stranger, who by now, knew exactly what was unfolding.

Taking your outstretched arms, he pulled you towards him, whispering in your ear, “Do you know this man?”

You shook your head, your shaking voice whispering back, “No. I was at the club on High St. He must have followed me when I left.”

Looking at you with intense and intelligent blue eyes, he instructed, “Wait here.” He needn’t had bothered; you had no inclination to leave the safety of his side.

Moving towards the man, your handsome saviour, at first, did not speak, and yet, he did not need to. When he stepped forward, the light from the lamp above revealed his face and the feverish menacing look upon the man’s features instantly dissolved, quickly replaced by dread. Backing himself against the wall, he raised his hands defensively, “I... I’m sorry, I was just havin’ a bit of fun... I... I meant no harm.”

Casually resting his hands on his hips, your saviour showed no sign of fear, he was completely in control. With a click of his tongue, he glanced at you, before looking back and replying, “Well, I think that for you and my friend here, 'a bit of fun’ means two very different things.” Stepping even closer, the man’s back was now completely flush against the wall, his body jolting when he searched his jacket. Pulling out some form of identification, those intense and intelligent blue eyes glanced over it, before returning it from where it came. Patting him on the side of the arm, the mysterious stranger slipped his hands into his own pockets, and spoke. “Well, Mr Kevin Pritchard, of 32 Manningham Rd... I believe by the look on your face, that you know who I am.” The man nodded his head silently, unable to find the words to speak.

With another click of his tongue, he continued. “Good... so you’ll understand me when I say, that if I hear of you bothering my friend here, or any other lady for that matter, in any establishment... any street... or any house across this city, I’ll know exactly where to find you.” With a long breath, he stared at him silently a moment, then added, “Even if you think you can quickly disappear... I will find you... I will find you and help you disappear myself.” Giving him a quick tap on the side of the face, he asked, “Am I being clear enough, for you?”

Nodding his head, the man stepped away, eager to exit the confrontation, but was pulled back by a hand around his elbow, “I don’t believe I heard your answer, Mr Kevin Pritchard, of 32 Manningham Rd... Am I being clear enough for you?”

Completely intimidated, the man answered, his voice barely audible, “Yes, Sir.”

Shaking his head, your defender, tsked, “No Kevin, I need to hear you say my name. I need to know you understand exactly who you’re dealing with.”

The man bit his lip nervously, trying to jerk his arm from the iron grip, fumbling an apology, before answering, “Yes, Mr Shelby... you are being clear.”

When Mr Shelby dropped the man’s elbow, your purse slipped from your grip, so shocked you were to find out who had come to your aid. And after watching the man disappear down the dark street, Mr Shelby moved to your side, reaching down to retrieve your purse. Handing it to you, he placed his other hand to your shoulder, his concerned eyes, searching yours, “Are you okay, Miss..?”

When you reached for your purse, his hand lingered, his touch felt warm and safe and for a moment you were lost in his gaze. Clearing your throat, you found your voice, “Miss YLN... (YN) (YLN).”

Nodding his head, he smiled, a hint of reluctance touching his cheeks as he dropped his hand from yours, “Well, Miss YLN, I wish we had met under more pleasant circumstances... But here we are. I’m Thomas... Thomas Shelby.” You smiled, and you knew he could see the gratitude within it. Gesturing before him, he pointed down the street, “There is a pub just a few minutes down the road... There’s a telephone, I could call you a cab... Or if you like, I could buy you a drink... and drive you home myself.”

Even though it was clear he wanted your company, there was no expectation in his voice; this was your choice. And despite the cool autumn breeze, you felt your cheeks heat up, smiling shyly as you stepped in the direction of the pub. “A drink would be lovely, Thank you, Mr Shelby.”

With a single nod of his head, he returned your smile, “Please... call me Tommy.” And as he offered you his arm, you took it freely. It felt good, it felt right. It felt safe. Thomas Shelby. Leader of the Peaky Blinders. You had heard the stories, heard the rumours. Bad. Brutal. And morally grey. But you didn’t care. Because right now, with your arm wrapped around his, walking by his side, Thomas Shelby was a knight in shining armour... A safe harbour. And there was nowhere else you would rather be.

#thomas shelby #tommy shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby fanfiction #thomas shelby imagine #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction

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miitarashi · 5 months

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OK, so being a woman, in many cases, means getting the dreaded bloodbath, so, as someone who gets the most painful and heavy periods known to man (thats how i feel anyway, i often get cramps that leave me physically unable to walk for up to almost four hours), could u do headcannons where Tintin takes care of the reader during that time? What he would do if we had cramps or just feeling ill on our period, I just think he would be a total sweetheart when it comes to caring for someone who feels sick

Nah i totally feel you on this one,i have really bad cramps too lol. Such cute request need to be done 😌👌🏽

[Name] = reader (female)

Warnings: bloodbath cuz God fucking dammit-

☆Tintin headcanons☆

- Taking care of you on your period

Let's just start by the fact that this boy didn't had that much contact with other womans before. You was the first more active in his life.

Castaphiore is not that present so she don't properly count here (even more on the movie since Tintin only saw her,not even talked before lol)

So,he didn't really know what to expect,to say that he wasn't surprised is a lie even more watching your squirm in pain because of the bloodbath of the month coming down.

The boy got scared for a second,confused and then was just the "Oh..." from the realization lol.

But if you was dramatic about it (just like me,always feel like i'm dying slowly) it'll be 100% more funny. Like

Tintin just got back from the library passing by your home,hear your painful pleas and rush to see you squirming in pain

"[Name],what happen? Are you hurt?"

"Yes! I'm dying!! It hurts like hell! .....i'm seen the light...it's so bright..."

"[Name] don't say it,tell what is wrong,where are you hurted??"

"...Tintin...Tintin my love...my last words...listen and listen well..."

"[Name] please stop and explain!"

"It's this damm uterus!! Take this out!!"

".....what in the great heavens-"

After you finally calmed down (just enough to not make another drama) and explain about the period bro was literally like this 😐

Almost gave him a heart attack but hey! It was hurting you know? You had your reasons.

But after all drama,he soon put his hands at work asking what you wanted and what would make you feel better in his jornalist kinda of way gauthering all the information he could to not need to ask again,only act.

Even more after seen your state,feeling this much pain couldn't be normal.

First thing he did was to get the water compress with hot water for you and quickly get out to buy whatever you asked.

Chocolate,medicine,pads and everything and he new the type since he made sure to ask about it.

Your fluid temper was even a bit funny to watch. In a moment he was cuddling with you because you asked and wanted comfort but suddenly you pushed him away complaining about the closeness.

But as soon he walked a little away you begged for him to come back receiving a well deserved smug look from him.

If you got angry,that was the easy one. He already deal with Haddock,bro now the hints.

"WHY THIS HAPPEN?? IT UNFAIR AS FUCK! WHY I HAVE TO FUCKING BLEED TO DEATH???"

"Indeed,you're right"

"EXACTLY! THIS FUCKING THING! I DON'T EVEN WANT CHILDRENS! WHY THIS SHIT HAPPEN TO ME??? JUST BECAUSE I'M A FUCKING WOMAN?? I DIDN'T MEAN TO BE ONE???"

"Now now..." smoothly coming closer,putting a hand on your shoulder and a chocolate bar on the other. "You're indeed right my dear,now,don't force yourself too much,here" slowly moving the bar towards your mouth that you open and munch the sweet

"There,better?" You nod. "Cuddles and nap?" You nod again and softly follow him.

Bro need one chocolate and a dream lol.

He spend the whole day with you until you feel better,even so he still stay just to be sure that at least the excrutiating pain passed.

And he respect every little thing. You become clingy? He'll keep you around,hugging you from behind,resting his head on your shoulder while watching something, never fully keeping his hands off you.

Want space? He'll keep close just enough to hear and help you with anything you need.

Suddenly feeling sad and ugly? Shower you with compliments saying every little thing he likes or find cute while caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.

Renting and mumbling? Keep talking because this man is listening and focused on your words to discuss about it independent of the subject.

Overal,he'll do his utmost best to help yoi with the monthly bloodbath, even more prepared after this first proper experience of your living hell that you'll not pass alone anymore 😘

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A/N: Hey there! Sorry for the late post,just really was working on that one long fic i just posted on my AO3 account but! I'm back now to write the requests that are getting dust on my ask box lol. And bro??? Why and how i'm so close to have 100 followers?? Like what- thank you guys so much! 😘

#the adventures of tintin #tintin #tintin movie #tintin x reader #captain haddock #archibald haddock #tintin 2011 #the adventures of tintin 2011 #tintin movie 2011

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gxdsfavgal · 2 years

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The LLPonF is 🔥🔥🔥 Really love your writing. If you take requests, could you write a smut with Rafe x Virgin Innocent girlfriend where he eats her out for the first time. Like they are in a relationship, he really loves her and wants to pleasure her (something cute).

OMFG anon I am so sorry! I didn't even see this! Thank you so much, I am glad you love LLPonF and my writing! I hope you don't mind that I changed the request a little, I might do a part 2 to this for him eating her out! Hugs and Kisses to you!

Make You a Sinner

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Virgin!fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, VERY FLUFFY, soft Rafe, fingering, piv, innocent reader (not very innocent), soft fluffy sex, aftercare, reader is on the pill, not edited

Summary: Rafe wants to make his girlfriends first time memorable

A/N: I just want to say that I indeed did cry while writing the start of this because I want something like this so bad!

I love him.

I've told him many times, and he's told me the same.

He was my first boyfriend. My first kiss and hopefully my first everything.

Today was one of those laid back days of Summer. It was the day where Summer is ending and the weather was getting colder. The sky was grey and the leaves were already starting to turn colors.

The seasonal depression was hitting and all I wanted to do was stay home in my bed, watching YouTube, while in my thick sweatpants and hoodie.

Rafe loved coming over and just laying with me, he says my house is more of a home than Tannyhil is. My parents always welcomed Rafe in with open parental arms.

My mom always cooked and made sure she packed him some leftovers, and dad always made sure that Rafe was here for Sunday Football. He is family.

So, there we were laying on my bed as we watched Halloweentown even though Rafe said it's too early for spooky season.

We laid on our side wit his strong arm laid on my waist, his other arm keeping his head up as my head was laid on the pit of his arm. He was the big spoon, sometimes we switch but he likes spooning me.

"How many movies of Halloweentown are there?" he mumbled out, both our eyes still trained on the old movie playing.

I grabbed the remote and paused the movie, turning my body around so now we're chest to chest.

"There's four." I said sleepily, my eyelids heavy.

"You didn't need to pause it." he chuckled and his free hand combed my hair with his fingers.

"I know." I whispered with a smile, my eyes never leaving his blue ones.

He is god-like. He is the prettiest man I've ever seen. I could honestly stare at his for days.

"You're staring." his thumb rubbed at the apple of my cheek. I melted at his soft touch.

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" I asked him with a smile even though we both know the answer.

"No babe, I don't think you've ever told me." his tone is sarcastic but it felt so familiar to my heart.

My hands moved to his face, cupping his cheeks. I can feel his stubble under my palms. My legs trapped him into the mattress as I straddled his waist.

"Well then, listen closely because I'll only say it once." I pulled his face to mine. "I *kiss* love *kiss* you *kiss*"

I continued to kiss his face all over, his tired laughs rang throughout my room.

“Okay okay.” he grabbed my face and pulled my lips away from his face. “I love you too.” he brought his lips to my forehead, leaving a kiss and then leaving additional pecks on the bridge of my nose and cupids bow of my lips.

I laid my face onto his neck, the two of us just in each others arms. His eyes were closed, focusing on our heartbeats in sync.

“Rafe” I whispered into his neck, my breath tickling his skin.

He hummed to make sure I knew he was listening and is awake.

“I think I’m ready.” I said quietly.

I watched his long eyelashes move and his arms squeezed tight around my shoulders.

“You sure baby?” he kissed the shell of my ear.

“I’m 100% sure.” I made sure I told him, he wouldn't do anything if I only hummed.

He sat up, holding me against his chest so I moved with him.

With the little dim light brightening my room, I can see his blue eyes filled with black. The corner of his lips were pulled up into a smirk.

His big hands caged my face and connected our lips. He was soft at first, but with each kiss he got more sloppy. His hands moved down to the hem of my hoodie, reaching up into it so his hands touched my lower back.

his fingers pinched lightly, grasped, and rubbed my skin. My sweatpants covered core moved against the tent in his grey sweats that showed his print too well.

His warm breath fanned against my skin and his lips made his way to my neck. His mouth sucking my skin and marking me with red spots.

“Take off your pants baby.” he patted my thigh as his fingers lightly dragged on the surface. I quickly hopped off of him and took off my pants, leaving on my hoodie and panties.

I was kneeled next to him on the bed, my eyes watching him as he took off his sweats and shirt. I’ve seen him naked loads of times, but I’ll always look at him like he his a Greek God.

Fuck. He looks so good, especially with him in just his boxers.

I felt overdressed, but he knows I like to keep my tops on whenever we make out.

He sat up and pulled my face down to his, my body collapsing onto his. His lips attacking mine.

“I’ll be slow, okay babe?” he was always verbal with these types of stuff.

“Okay.” I nodded with a smile.

He lightly flipped me onto my back, putting pillows under and all around me. My knees were bent and I just admired how he took care of me. He was kneeling down at the spot by my feet, grabbing the remote to turn off the tv.

His attention when back to me, his lips curled into a smile, and his eyes showing a little of his crows feet. His hands landed on my bare knees, rubbing circles with his thumbs.

I had about a million butterflies in my stomach. My fingers toyed around with the hem of my hoodie.

“Hey?” Rafe broke the silence.

I hummed at him.

“If you don't want to do this, we can just watch the rest of the movies and cuddle.” he squeezed the tops of my thighs to assure me.

“Its just first time nerves. I want to do this. I want to do this with you.” I put my hand over his.

His smile was warm, like the smell of cinnamon.

“We can start with my fingers first, have to get you used to the stretch.”

“Okay.” I chewed at the inner part of my cheek.

“You have to spread your legs for me baby.” he chuckled at my legs tightly closed against each other.

I mentally face-palmed myself as I nodded my head and widened my legs, revealing more of my black panties. He licked his lips at the sight.

He moved his body between my thighs, his fingers tracing the lace trim of my bottoms. He light touch tickled my skin.

His fingers then moved to that sensitive bud. His thumb rubbed it over my panties, the friction adding to the sensation.

“Oh God.” I whispered out, trying not to be loud with my parents just down the hall.

I felt myself get wetter at the sight of his fingers touching me. His fingers dragged down to my clothed entrance, rubbing at it.

“Fuck baby, you’re wet already.” he put on his signature dirty smirk.

He pulled my panties to the side to reveal my glistening entrance. The blue from his eyes were gone, taken over by a lake of black.

He licked his lips in anticipation. His fingers trailing on my skin, just missing the spot that needs him the most.

My hips bucked up, trying to get his fingers to touch me where I wanted.

He clicked his tongue, telling me to stop.

“I’ll get there baby, just gotta be patient. Okay?”

“Okay.” I huffed out.

He nodded as his fingers then circled around my clit, sending shocks throughout my body. He brought his free hand to my entrance, putting his middle finger into me.

His finger slowly thrusted in and out of me, as his thumb rubbed at my sensitive bud and switching his hand to rub at my thigh.

“Rafe, add another.” I whispered out.

“You sure?”

I nodded a yes. He added his ringer finger and I can feel the stretch. The pain stinging as he stilled his fingers to help me adjust to the width.

“You’re doing so good for me baby. Almost done warming you up.” his voice soft.

He began to thrust his fingers and curling them, hitting that sweet spot in me. The pain was no longer there, more of those sparks were swimming in my veins.

“Oh Rafe!” I whispered loudly, trying to keep quiet.

He pulled his fingers out of me, which resulted in me whining at the sudden loss of contact.

“This is the last time to back out, do you want to do this?” he looked at me with concern, but I was too busy looking at the painful erect cock in his boxers.

He called out my name to get my attention and to make eye contact. He was chuckling at what I was doing, pulled into a trance by his covered boner.

“What'd you say?” my cheeks heated up.

“I asked if you want to do this? You can back out.” he still had a smile on his face.

“I want to do this.” I sat up to give him a peck on his forehead then his lips.

“Then lets make you a sinner.” I took off my panties and he took off his boxers , revealing his tip that was pulsing and red. Pre-cum leaking, the vein on the underside is prominent.

He used his hand that he used on me to tug at his cock, using my juices and his as lube. He brought his lips down to me, towering over me so my back hit the pillows he laid out for me earlier.

He used his knee to nudge my legs wide open again. He pressed his tip into my entrance, pushing in slowly but watching my face for any reactions.

I whimpered at the stretch of his cock, his fingers are nothing compared to his dick.

“Shhh” his thumb rubbed at my hip. “You’re almost there, okay?”

He brought my palm up to his lips, placing soft pecks.

“Okay.” I breathed out.

With one last push, he was fully in me. This was the fullest I’ve ever been, my fingers have never made me felt this way.

The pain was no longer there, I just felt full of him and eager with the need to get fucked by Rafe.

“Move.” I whispered out.

He quietly chuckled and obeyed, his hips pulling back until only the tip was in me. He quickly pushed back in, his hips were against the back of my thighs.

“You’re doing so good baby.” he kissed my forehead and he began to thrust slow and passionate.

He was taking his time, making sure everything was perfect for me. This was better than I imagined.

“You feel so good baby.” he praised into my ear, his sweaty forehead laid against my neck.

“Rafe baby, I’m close.” I whimpered out, my arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders.

He brought a hand between up, his fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves once again. He rubbed it in figure 8′s. My eyes began to see stars, my body began to jerk, and I was panting.

I had to be quiet, but my whole body was on fire. My toes curled and my nails dug into his back.

“Raf-” I moaned out. His free hand covered my mouth as his other was still occupied with my clit.

I clenched down repeatedly and I came, a few more lazy thrusts and he came right behind me. He filled me with him cum, the warmth felt so good with his kisses along my neck.

After we both calmed out, Rafe finally pulled out of me which caused both of us to hiss. I was too tired to get up or even hold myself up. Rafe got off from my bed and walked his way to my bathroom that connected to my room.

I was watching him as he got a towel and ran it under the warm water of my sink. His body still blushed, his sweat glowed under the dim lights of my room, his arm muscles rippled with each movement, his abs sculpted by the Gods. He was perfect.

The perfect loving boyfriend.

He came back to my with the warm towel, cleaning my sensitive bit and ridding me of the mixture of his cum and mine.

He went to my drawer and got a clean pair of panties, putting my legs through them and helping me get ready for bed.

He put on his sweats and brought the blankets over our bodies.

“I love you.” I kissed his nose. His cheeks blushed as his eyes fought the tiredness.

“I love you more.” his strong arms pulled me closer into him as our heartbeats matched and we both fell asleep.

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towers of midnight chapters 45-end

elayne confirms that she indeed wasn’t able to get into TAR when gawyn wanted to wake her up to say goodbye. so what was the point of them not getting to say goodbye!!! “when she’d found out that birgitte had turned away gawyn...she’d been livid.” me too!!!

“elayne sat back, feeling the powerful warmth through the bond with rand that had appeared there. light, but that was a wonderful sensation. the moment she’d begun feeling it, the cloud cover around andor had broken.” ❤️❤️❤️

now melfane has taken it upon herself to sleep in the antechamber outside elayne’s bedroom every night “to keep a careful watch on her” which is close enough that she can hear any noise elayne makes and come barging in to check on her. good god can nobody allow elayne ANY privacy or freedom??? it’s infuriating! she is like 3 months pregnant and having an extremely healthy and normal pregnancy so far, relax!

“is everything all right? i thought i heard a cry of pain.” “that was an exclamation of joy, melfane. a greeting for the wonderful morning that has come to us.” jdkfjg my beloved

elayne’s starting to feel the babies kick! and melfane hears their heartbeats! 🥺🥺

birgitte arrives with two cloaked figures. “everyone knew that elayne didn’t like to see visitors in the small sitting room. if birgitte was bringing people here...‘mat?’ elayne guessed.” mat is elayne’s first guess for a visitor whom birgitte wouldn’t think she would object to receiving unexpectedly in her private rooms! 🥺🥺 also i love that elayne easily believes mat would dramatically cloak himself with hood up just to go talk to her jdkfjg

speaking of mat: we were so robbed of a) mat-gawyn interactions and b) mat taking part in elayne and perrin’s upcoming negotiations. when mat arrived in caemlyn i thought he and elayne would take part in each other’s plotlines for more than a couple scenes!

the visitors turn out to be galad and morgase!!!!!! 3/5 of my trakand family reunion!!!!!! if only gawyn hadn’t left and juuuuust missed them i’m so sad!!! and why didn’t they bring lini with them to see elayne!!!

elayne asks “where have you been?” and galad replies “i have been seeking truth” djkfjg why is he like this

upon hearing morgase was being held by whitecloaks, elayne mutters “bloody whitecloaks” and then when galad looks offended and takes off his cloak, revealing his whitecloak uniform, elayne says “oh, that’s right. i almost forgot that. intentionally.” get his ass elayne!!!

“conversing with galad was often like this: an exchange, more formal than familiar. once, it had frustrated her, but this time she found that - against her better wishes - she’d actually been missing him. so she listened with fondness.” awww

galad leaves elayne and morgase to speak privately. elayne tells morgase she’s gonna be a grandma!!! and that rand is the babydaddy, “though it’s not widely known, and i’d rather it stay that way.” indeed, it is so not widely known that not even rand himself knows! time to take inventory again:

people who currently know elayne is pregnant with rand’s babies: elayne, mat, aviendha, min, nynaeve, egwene, thom, birgitte, gawyn, morgase. judging by the caemlyn rumors of the dragon reborn knocking people up, safe to say that many people in the city suspect it. judging by perrin, faile, and berelain’s conviction that rand and elayne will marry, safe to say they’ll suspect it too.

people who currently do not know elayne is pregnant with rand’s babies: rand

“he’s a good man, and i love him. what you have heard is exaggeration or bitter rumor.” “but he’s...elayne, a man who can channel, the dragon reborn!” “and still a man. just a man, for all that is demanded of him.” ❤️❤️❤️ then morgase says “i shall withhold judgment. though in a way i still feel that i should have thrown that boy in the palace dungeons the moment we found him skulking in the gardens.” jdkfjg

“morgase smiled. ‘you make me proud. you will be a wonderful queen.’ elayne had to force herself to stop beaming. her mother had never been free with compliments.” ❤️❤️

“the easiest way to deal with [the manetheren situation] would be to find [perrin] and execute him, but of course she wasn’t going to do that. even if reports had her fuming enough to almost wish that she could.” jkdjfg elayne!

“‘oh, and lini is safe. i don’t know if you’ve worried over her or not.’ ‘to be honest, i didn’t,’ elayne said, grimacing, feeling a spike of shame.” this is doing elayne dirty because i’m 99% sure i remember her having at least one thought about lini’s disappearance before where she thought that she’d probably died protecting morgase or something. so it wasn’t like elayne thought lini was MIA and had cause to worry, she just thought she was dead. also, lini is like 100 years old so it also wouldn’t be unreasonable for elayne to think she’d died of old age during the 2ish years elayne was gone from caemlyn lmao

“it seems that the collapse of dragonmount itself couldn’t harm lini.” goddamn right!!

back to avi! “rand caused so many problems. still, she loved him.” dhfjkgh aviendha summing up the WOT experience. “she loved him for his ignorance, in a way. it allowed him to learn. and she loved him for the foolish way he tried to protect those who did not want to be protected. most of all, she loved him for his desire to be strong.” unfortunate that sanderson makes most of the rand qualities that avi most loves the ones that have been proven to be problematic lmao (since post-epiphany he stopped trying to protect the maidens who don’t want to be protected and rethought his desire to be strong - here avi frames it as admiring his need to be the strongest warrior and be The Best, which is what rand’s come to see was the wrong way to go about things). but hey, at least avi DOES provide personality traits that she loves about rand, which is more than min’s ever done!

“the more she thought of it, the more she realized that she couldn’t go back to her old life. she had to be with rand. if he survived the last battle - and she intended to fight hard to make certain he did - he would still be a wetlander king. and then there was elayne. aviendha and she were going to be sister-wives, but elayne would never leave andor. would she expect rand to stay with her? would that mean aviendha would need to as well?” i feel my post-canon avirandlayne throuple raising their six (6) babies in caemlyn coming!!!!! also, hollering over the fact that min has absolutely NO place in aviendha’s visions of the future jkdjfgh she doesn’t mention her at all here! by god do we love to see it!!!! sometimes it feels like min is basically rand’s traveling source of sex while he and elayne and avi are busy saving the world and can’t spend time together, and elayne and avi are the ones he’ll settle down with and have a future with after the world’s been saved. rand/min may get all the screentime during the books, but avirandlayne throuple is endgame ❤️

aviendha questions whether going to rhuidean still has a purpose now that all aiel know its secrets, and has some interesting thoughts about the importance, and unimportance, of traditions. “it was strength to accept change when it could not be avoided.” “traditions should not be maintained just because they were traditions. strength was not strength if it had no purpose or direction.” a nice complement to all egwene’s musing about change and updating traditions a few chapters ago!

we get a chapter set at the black tower showing us what it’s like there. kinda interesting, but coming waaaay too late - our prior black tower chapters were mostly focused on the aes sedai bonded to asha’man, whereas this chapter is the first one where we really see asha’man with each other and get a sense of the camaraderie (and enmity) between them. and, of course, no black tower chapter could truly be fun unless rand is there! why has he never gone! in a series full of plotlines that had fantastic setup and then totally dropped the ball and wasted their potential, the black tower has to be one of the worst (i would say second only to the seanchan sul’dam channeling secret not being used to destabilize the empire).

most people at the black tower resent rand for abandoning them. absolutely fair! i once saw someone call rand the deadbeat dad of the black tower and i think about that all the time jkfjgh

perrin and faile go to meet with elayne. perrin asks if galad wants to come and he says “no, my meal with elayne was sufficient for us to catch up” lmao he saw his sister for the first time in ages and had one meal with her and went “that’s enough, i’m good now”

faile half expects to find rand in the caemlyn throne room. i fucking wish!!! “rand had set [the lion throne] aside and protected it, like a flower he intended to present to a future love.” i can’t decide if this is romantic or condescending. which is fairly par for the course with rand djfkg

faile tells us that elayne “was showing her pregnancy at the belly and through the chest” hey faile how do you remember elayne’s normal boob size well enough from your brief acquaintance in the stone of tear to know that they’ve been affected by pregnancy? faile also reports that elayne has “stunning beauty” and “a musical voice.” add faile to the list of women for whom elayne has caused gay thoughts.

as i predicted, faile wonders whether rand could be elayne’s babydaddy. everybody but rand knows!!!

elayne’s like “maybe i should just execute you” as a power move, tho ofc we readers know she would never actually do it. “i don’t think rand would think very highly of that move.” “i’m not beholden to him.” do you think elayne effectively utilized girl power by not caring what her boyfriend would think if she executed his best friend? hell yeah i do! jdkfjg (but again, we readers know she isn’t serious anyway)

some interesting negotiations here! tho i kinda feel like the overall vibe is trying to make elayne seem like a tyrant trying to quash a noble and righteous fight for independence. and morgase keeps intervening to tell her not to go too far and then proposes the solution of giving the two rivers to the dragon reborn, even though the whole issue about morgase returning was that she might overshadow elayne or seem to be the real power behind the throne! elayne should be the one thinking up the solutions!

and morgase is basically like “elayne you shouldn’t try to argue with perrin because he’s ta’veren so it’s useless going against what he wants” which is so annoying. i’ve seen Certain Readers take a stance of like “elayne sucks for trying to get perrin to submit to her when he’s ~more important~ than she is” he may be ta’veren but he’s a terrible leader and elayne has far more leadership experience and ability than he does! he absolutely is not ~more important~ than she is! the whole “should the girls be ta’veren or not” debate is like, on the one hand, i can see how it would be more empowering for the girls to gain all their authority and win all their victories purely on their own merits instead of due to ta’veren, but on the other, it results in a very frustrating real-life vibe of “woman who has worked at something for her entire life gets overridden by a man who just showed up” (same deal with perrin mansplaining TAR to egwene)

as for the actual issue of the two rivers, where do i stand on it? i don’t know. i don’t want the two rivers to be officially absorbed into andor, but i also don’t want them to get a permanent lordship, and since those are the only 2 choices, i guess i’d rather the former since elayne is demonstrably a much better and more experienced leader than perrin lmao tho i am fairly satisfied with the final compromise of the two rivers retaining autonomy with the excuse of being the dragon reborn’s seat in andor, stewardship of which he’s given to his dear friend. i still think the two rivers should just not have a lord and continue to be anarchist farmers but i've long since been forced to acknowledge that that’s not on the table.

and now faile brings saldaea, berelain mayene, and alliandre ghealdan into an alliance with elayne and andor (and cairhien) which is very good news in terms of creating a bulwark against the seanchan to one side and rand’s potential empire to the other!

elayne wants to arrange-marry one of her kids to one of perrin and faile’s but perrin refuses, and faile compromises by saying they could encourage the kids to go for each other without forcing it. i love the idea of rand’s and perrin’s kids marrying each other! wholesome! we’ve got elayne ruling andor and cairhien, her boyfriend ruling several other countries, her girlfriend as an aiel community leader, her boyfriend’s bff and his wife ruling the two rivers and saldaea, one sister-in-law ruling mayene, another sister-in-law as amyrlin seat, her bff and her husband ruling malkier......the whole continent’s leadership is just one big family and i love that for them.

and, actually, mat being the prince consort of seanchan COULD HAVE worked for The Geopolitical Family if only he were going to attempt to use his position for the good of randland rather than just becoming tuon’s yes-man

post-canon scenario where mat and his kid go to caemlyn to broker a marriage alliance with one of elayne’s kids and then mat ends up falling in love with elayne and rand (or reigniting his love for them which he’s tried to forget for all these years) and his kid’s like “what the hell dad we were supposed to be here for MY marriage” jfkg but the kid is aware that tuon is a terrible wife and mother and person so they play matchmaker for mat with rand and elayne (aided by the twins and aviendha) and then mat divorces tuon and he and his kid move to caemlyn permanently, the end!

anyway, elayne tells them that rand’s planning to break the seals and says “we’ll need to stop him, of course. foolish plan.” i swear that earlier in this very book she and nynaeve were BOTH telling egwene “oh that plan actually might work, i trust rand”???

went back to check: in the girls’ TAR meeting in chapter 14, elayne’s only response is “well, there are only three seals left, and they’re crumbling.” implying she doesn’t think it’s a terrible idea for rand to break them, since they’re already breaking anyway. nynaeve is more vocal in saying that if the seals are going to break, better for it to happen at a time when rand is there to battle the dark one, and then is kinda like “eh, MAYBE you’re right.......” when egwene argues. egwene notes that for both of them it’s “a more lukewarm reception” than she’d expected. so i AM gonna call retconning/ooc-ness on elayne suddenly saying that “of course” they need to stop rand from breaking the seals.

tuon pov and we see elaida (now a damane) showing the seanchan how to Travel and i am BROKEN i hate this!!!!!! (and once again, complete lack of acknowledgment from tuon that she herself can channel even as she’s watching channeling occur and you’d think her thoughts would naturally go in this direction even if she tried not to let them)

we have tuon saying that rand will serve the crystal throne, that ALL marath’damane must be leashed, and that she’s going to send soldiers via gateway into the white tower to destroy it once and for all and enslave everyone there. and then we immediately switch over to perrin pov where they’re talking about tuon: “‘i’d like to meet her,’ perrin said. ‘she’s something interesting,’ thom replied. ‘interesting,’ mat said. ‘yeah.’ he looked wistful.” LIKE????? genuinely, what the hell am i supposed to make of this??? what does the narrative want me to feel here about tuon and mat’s feelings for her??? tuon’s pov feels pretty unambiguously Villain Making Evil Plots, so then by having mat pine over her IMMEDIATELY AFTER the reader’s heard her plans to enslave all his friends - the only possible interpretations are that either mat is a brainwashed idiot or that he’s a heartless asshole and a traitor (and to some extent the same applies to thom and kiiiinda perrin, tho at least perrin has the excuse of not actually knowing much about tuon as a person beyond what lovesick lies mat might have told him). i don’t think the narrative can possibly be trying to achieve anything other than one of those two things, or if it is, it’s failing miserably lmao

it’s so funny to me that people complain that sanderson “ruined” tuon. like nah fam she was always exactly like this, the only difference is that now she has a much bigger power base she can use to commit atrocities than she did in rj’s books.

anyway, back to the boys. if we ignore the tuon portion of the conversation, it IS so wonderful to see perrin, mat, and thom sitting together and sharing all their stories and their future plans and just communicating and telling each other things ❤️ “[perrin] hadn’t realized how much he’d missed sitting with friends to spend the evening chatting.” this is the first time in so long that perrin’s been around a friend that isn’t his wife or his subordinate! except elyas and hopper i guess.

the return of mat’s letter from verin, tho he still hasn’t opened it. i should note that in a previous chapter galad was mentioned as having a red-sealed letter that he was frowning about - verin issued him his invite to the cauthor wedding she’s setting up. in all seriousness, i’m dyyyying to know what these letters are all about! the mesaana mystery was a letdown, so this one better not be! (update from the end of the book: i wish i’d never found out what the letter was about lmao but we’ll get to that at the end of the post)

mat asks if perrin has heard from verin and says he hopes she’s all right 🥺

but then mat proceeds to be a total dick, saying “blown up anyone interesting lately?” to grady and then, when grady says that faile wants perrin to come home because it’s getting late, saying “see, this is why i left my wife in another kingdom.” fuck off mat!! my pre-COT mat, who hates war and is sensitive to its traumas and who genuinely enjoys the company of women whether as friends or as romantic partners, would never. his wife comment fuels my theory that the narrative was trying to break mat down to squeeze him into the “i hate my wife she never lets me have fun” type of Toxically Heteronormative Husband Mold (an attitude which he started showing very strongly in COT and even WH, so sanderson isn’t entirely to blame. and he did have that attitude in earlier books too, but it felt less.......maliciously misogynistic before WH, somehow.)

perrin gets in some good roasts of mat: “you’ve changed for the better, my friend.” “from you, i’ll try to accept that as a compliment. it will be difficult.” and then “how are you going to protect yourself?” “with my wits.” “planning to find some of those, then? about time.” sanderson!perrin is so sassy i love it jkfjg (tho rj!perrin did have his moments, most iconically, “mat, you’re scared that rand will blow up everything but his own bed while he’s sleeping? then why don’t you snuggle up to him in his bed”)

and mat tells perrin that moiraine is alive and shares his plan to rescue her! communication! we love to see it!

and now we get to aviendha’s rhuidean visions of the future, and let me tell you, i barely had it in me to recap the chapters before that bc i read them all in one chunk and by the time i finished aviendha’s chapters i was absolutely broken. i was planning to finish off the whole book today (sunday at the time of writing this), but once i got to the end of this part i had to put it down and do something else because i felt too devastated and hopeless to go on!

so, we learn that in the future, the seanchan will hunt the aiel to the point that they become starving scavengers on the brink of extinction, and also that the seanchan will gain total control of every country in the wetlands. my growing worst fear has been that if randland doesn’t destabilize the empire now and boot them out of the continent, then it will never happen and seanchan will take over the known world in the next age, and lo and behold, that’s exactly what will happen!!!

or at least, that’s POSSIBLY what will happen. aviendha feels convinced that “what she had experienced was not simply one of many possibilities [unlike the visions in the rings]. what she had seen would occur.” but i refuse to believe this!!! because a) it would make the entire series feel pointless and hopeless and b) there was a mention in one of the visions that the dragon knelt to the seanchan empress, and i KNOW that won’t happen okay!! i know it won’t!! i know it!!!!!

in addition, there seems to be a theme that the reason the war happened was because the aiel encouraged the wetlander rulers to break the peace treaty with the seanchan and attack them, and then the seanchan wiped out all rebellion and completely took over all the lands instead of coexisting with them. so i’m thinking that this future can be prevented if everybody agrees to let the seanchan keep the lands they’ve taken and live peacefully with them instead of trying to drive them back across the ocean................which i absolutely hate!!!!! you set up this horrible evil empire who invades our characters’ homeland, and you expect me to just be okay with them getting to keep what they stole at the end of the story???? sadly realistic, yes, but narratively unsatisfying! i want to see the imperialist villains be soundly defeated when i read stories! and the “well life is actually better in the lands the seanchan have taken over” narrative is such a retcon because if you think back to falme in TGH, the atmosphere was one of terror, everybody was so scared and downtrodden even if they weren’t getting enslaved and were being permitted to continue their lives relatively uninterrupted. if you read that book and immediately found out “this is going to be the new normal and the seanchan will never get kicked out again,” it would be horrifying and so depressing. i almost feel like rj realized he’d made the seanchan empire too OP as an antagonist and that it would be impossible for the westlands to defeat them fully, especially with the last battle also coming, and then in the second half of the series tried to make them seem not so bad so that he could get away with not kicking them to the curb altogether (but, of course, there’s the fact that they had a HUGE weakness in the sul’dam secret and rj deliberately chose not to make use of that, so idk). actually, now that i say that, i think both theories are true: rj realized that the seanchan empire was Too Big To Fail until the last battle had been dealt with, hence he dropped the sul’dam secret for the time being, intending to punt the ultimate defeat of the seanchan off to outriggers when there would be more space for it since the last battle is over and the shadow is defeated. and since he didn’t leave notes about outriggers or how the seanchan would be ultimately defeated, sanderson had no choice but to follow his main series notes wherein the seanchan are left alone.

small details from the vision: rhuarc’s son said that rhuarc found the previous seanchan empress (tuon) “a woman of honor” LMAO that’s a joke, but the good news is that by 17 years after the last battle, tuon’s rule has been over for “many years” so i’m thinking she doesn’t live too long post canon, at least in this version of the timeline. and rhuarc’s son says that an understanding was nearly reached with tuon, which again makes me predict that this future will be avoided by coming to an agreement and all holding hands with tuon, who is extremely dishonorable and unreasonable and evil.

also, aviendha and rand’s daughter asks rhuarc’s son about rand, and it seems she never met him. which means either rand will die, which i know from spoilers isn’t true, or rand will become a deadbeat dad to his own kids in addition to the black tower, which i now worry might become true. or it could also be that rand did die in this Worst Future but won’t in the Better But Still Depressing Future. i hope that’s the case, because rand “my biggest dream is to live on a little farm with my baby daughter” al’thor becoming a deadbeat dad would almost be as depressing as the seanchan taking over everything!

finally, there’s hostility between aviendha’s and elayne’s granddaughters, and even in the generation before that avi’s kids are living exclusively among aiel and don’t seem to have any connection to elayne’s kids. so maybe avirandlayne throuple raising their six (6) babies together in caemlyn can also help avert the Worst Future!

i will say it’s kinda funny that aviendha’s so hopeless about thinking her blood descendants will doom the aiel and maybe there’s nothing she can do about it - girl the obvious solution here is just don’t have kids with rand jfgkj it would be one thing if she was already pregnant, but she isn’t. so just don’t let rand fuck you again and you’ll be good! i mean, i wouldn’t normally advocate for making family planning decisions based solely on prophetic visions of questionable inevitability, but in this case!

me in a greek tragedy: surely if i just leave my baby on this mountaintop then he’ll die and won’t be able to someday marry me and kill his dad

“if i can’t [change that future], she thought, will that stop me from trying? the answer was simple. no. she could not live without doing something to avert that fate...aiel took responsibility. aiel fought. aiel stood for honor. if she was the only one who knew the terrors of their future, then it was her duty - as a wise one - to act. she would save her people.” ❤️❤️❤️ also, wow, POLAR opposite of min constantly going “wow i foresaw so many deaths and atrocities, but i’m not even going to try to do anything about it because it’s unchangeable”

okay, several days have passed (in real life) and i am now calm enough to keep reading. elayne prepares to meet with cairhienin nobles and wears a dress whose neckline is “high enough to be modest, but low enough to remind all that elayne was a woman” and here we have what i do believe is the very first example of elayne actually consciously attempting to weaponize her attractiveness, despite mat’s and aviendha’s hornily annoyed claims that she does it all the time (actually, this is the second. the first was in TDR when egwene and nynaeve’s whole plan to get mat to agree to help them was just to have elayne smile at him. and it almost worked!)

elayne pulls some clever maneuvers to gain herself the sun throne AND deal with elenia & co at the same time! my beloved! “better to choose your enemies than remain in ignorance.” yeah!!

of course, birgitte’s only response to this clever maneuvering is to be all “bUT NoW yOu’LL bE iN DaNGeR” she is an active hindrance to Elayne Accomplishing Hot Girl Shit at this point (or would be if elayne ever listened to her fussing, which she thankfully does not) she’s a fucking queen of two countries birgitte how do you think it’s even remotely possible for her to avoid making enemies???

“i worry that [callandor] may be used against you.” “i suspect that it will. everything else in this world has been used against me.” rand is literally this tweet:

rand claims that he’s been unable to Travel to the black tower, which “implies great trouble” (so i think he did FOR ONCE try to Travel there and was blocked from doing so). he sends naeff to go check on the situation there. “problems...so many problems that need fixing. and only one of me.” my brother in the light for books 10-11 you sat around doing nothing but have sex with min for WEEKS! you could’ve dealt with this problem then! even when logain showed up during that timeframe and was like “hey things are getting bad there you should go check it out” you were like “i can’t read suddenly i don’t know” and continued to sit around waiting for bashere to come back with word about the seanchan alliance and having sex with min!

“tell them that i was wrong. tell them that we’re not weapons. we’re men.” ❤️❤️ i really hope we get to see more rand & asha’man bonding in the show (which has already done more to show Warders As Community than the books ever did and is also much better at and more committed to fleshing out interpersonal connections in general)

“are you ever going to give up that affectation, cadsuane sedai? calling me boy? i no longer mind, though it does feel odd. i was four hundred years old on the day i died during the age of legends. i suspect that would make you my junior by several decades at the least. i show you respect. perhaps it would be appropriate for you to return it. if you wish, you may call me rand sedai. i am, so far as i know, the only male aes sedai still alive who was properly raised but who never turned to the shadow.” GET HER ASS

“when rand spoke like that, it troubled min more than she wanted to admit.” rand’s whole goddamn arc has been about learning to accept that he is lews therin and lews therin is him, and min just has completely no understanding whatsoever of any of that. but as we know, she’s the only one who truly knows and understands him and reminds him of who he is! i do love the implication that rand didn’t share any of his dragonmount epiphany with min or let her in on the majority of his thoughts and feelings on this topic <3

small min/rand thing that annoys me: rand is CONSTANTLY taking min by the arm to walk places and helping her stand from chairs and stuff. she’s an adult! she is capable of standing and walking on her own! they are that nauseating couple that insists on holding hands to show everybody that they’re a couple even when they are only walking a distance of 5 feet.

rand says that he turned out better than lews therin because he was raised better and that if rand had been the same now as he was in the AOL then the dark one would’ve broken him successfully. and show haters complained about the show doing lews therin dirty by calling him arrogant, when that’s book canon!

“it’s because of tam, because of the people around me. you, perrin, nynaeve, mat, aviendha, elayne, moiraine.” if i just replace “tam” with “my dad,” take min out of the list, bump perrin down lower on it, and add egwene, this would be a perfect sentence. honestly the fucking RUDENESS to not include egwene!!!! what the fuck rand/sanderson!!!! i know you guys haven’t been as close lately but a) you saw egwene super recently and seemed quite affectionate towards her (saying you expected nothing less from her than being one of the greatest amyrlins of all time) even though you two disagree about the seals and b) to list all but ONE of the other emond’s fielders! it’s so rude!

also, i always said this earlier in the series but it frustrates me immensely that rand gets so cut off from the majority of his loved ones and we don’t get to see them taking turns being there for him. he lists out so many loved ones who’ve helped him be a good person, but there’s so little textual evidence to support it because most of them haven’t seen him in like 6 books and were not around during the lowest points of his downward spiral. the show seems very committed to The Power Of Friendship so i hope that this will be rectified there! i want to see ALL rand’s friends and loved ones being there to support him in his moments of need! my #1 way to do this is making dumai’s wells a full cast event. i’ll riot if that’s not a Series Linchpin Moment that all the major characters show up for (and it could jumpstart and make more concrete the egwene vs. rand conflict over aes sedai by having her witness him making aes sedai kneel to him and being upset and then arguing with him about it)

but let’s take a moment to celebrate rand acknowledging that elayne and avi exist and are important to him!!!! and mat too!!!

“so. cadsuane called rand by name, instead of naming him ‘boy.’ it seemed a victory, and it made min smile.” that’s rich, min, seeing as at every turn you’ve enabled cadsuane’s belittling of rand and agreed with her that he’s foolish and needs minding.

min: “he likely meant that you should get me away. knowing him, he’s more worried about me than himself. blasted fool.” i mean, rand is the most magically powerful person in the world and can singlehandedly decimate an entire HUGE trolloc army while you have zero (0) combat skills and have been an active hindrance to him in every combat situation you’ve ever followed him into, sooooooooooooooo

“[the maidens] stepped up beside rand. as usual, they assumed that commands to stay back didn’t include them.” I’M. JSKDJFG. MIN. ARE YOU. FUCKINGJHFKJH. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS. remember that time when rand’s hand got blown off because YOU assumed that commands to stay back didn’t include you? remember that time when- no actually i don’t have time to go through a whole montage of “times min assumed commands to stay back didn’t include her” because it would fill up a whole WOT-length book. suffice it to say that my jaw literally dropped reading this line and i almost screamed aloud lmao the lack of self-awareness is absolutely UNREAL!!!!!! and of course we’ve got to point out that the maidens are actually CAPABLE of offering rand protection (and of protecting themselves) unlike min, so there is little to no issue with THEM walking headfirst into potential danger.

once again, min yells at people for trying to make rand take responsibility for problems that he caused (tho granted the borderland rulers aren’t really fair to blame him for ALL the chaos in the world, and slapping him so hard that his mouth gets bloody is a BIT dramatic. but still.)

“he’s changed, cadsuane told herself. you’re just going to have to accept that. not that he didn’t need her anymore.” name ONE time when rand has needed you. okay fine far madding when he was in jail. name TWO times when rand has needed you. you can’t! it just makes me completely insane that half the series was spent building up to cadsuane being crucial to rand and teaching him something important and then that literally never happened. cadsuane was involved in rand learning to laugh and cry again only in the most indirect and tangential way possible, and even that was only because she was so unhelpful and untrustworthy and bad at being his advisor that rand flew into enough of a rage to almost kill his own father when he found out cadsuane had sent him. the narrative tells me over and over how important cadsuane is but you could take her out of the entire story and very little would change (same with min, while we’re on the subject).

me when a coworker asks what my weekend plans are: tomorrow, i meet with the monarchs of the world. after that, i am going to go to shayol ghul and break the remaining seals on the dark one’s prison. good day.

“well, the boy certainly had picked up an understanding of the dramatic.” jdfkjg cadsuane can have one (1) right for this

okay so the last battle is starting in 2 days??? goddamn!!!!! perrin i’m sorry i made fun of you in the last post for thinking the last battle was starting Right Now.

the whole series: is building towards the last battle me in the last 100 pages of the penultimate book finding out that the last battle is about to start: surprised pikachu

to be fair, for a long ass time in the middle of the series it felt like we were just going to meander around and never actually get to the last battle jkfgj

“could you send for someone on my behalf? there is a man in your army named hurin. i would like to apologize to him.” 🥺🥺🥺 rand’s relationship with hurin is more emotionally impactful than his relationship with min change my mind

elayne to birgitte: “you don’t like anything, lately. i swear, you’re becoming more irritable by the day.” and “there’s no way to do this and remain safe, not unless i want to hide in my palace and send my troops in. that would only lead to rebellion in cairhien and potential collapse in andor. i’m queen now, birgitte. you’re not going to be able to keep me from danger, no more than you could keep a lone soldier safe on the battlefield.” THANK YOU!!!!

"‘why do you keep looking in that direction?’ ‘rand,’ elayne said, feeling that warmth again, pulsing from the knot of emotions in her mind. ‘he’s getting ready for something. he feels troubled. and peaceful at the same time.’” ❤️❤️

i was about to say that it’s annoying how in this book we got so much of elayne and avi thinking about rand and none of rand thinking about either of them, but then i remembered we haven’t gotten any actual rand pov the whole time and we’ve only ever seen him in the pov of min, who never acknowledges that he has 2 other partners unless they are physically standing right in front of her and forcing her to, so.

“egwene was right; breaking the seals would be foolish. but rand would see reason.” again, this is a straight up contrast to elayne’s initial reaction to the seal-breaking plan, and to my memory (it took me so long to read this book that i very well could be forgetting a scene lmao) she did not have any moment in between where she sat down and thought about it some more and decided she did agree with egwene after all. but of course, since breaking the seals is the correct thing to do, we’ve got to have the men (rand, perrin) and the Good, Men-Supporting Women (min, nynaeve) approve of it and the Bad, Men-Opposing Women (egwene, elayne, faile) disapprove 🙄 (*i* have no issue with elayne disagreeing with rand’s plan, or with anyone else disagreeing, but you KNOW this is how Certain Segments of the fandom see this whole thing)

“[the sun palace] was a grand building, despite the broken wing where the attempt on rand’s life had taken place.” elayne knows about something that happened to rand while they were apart!!!!!! praise the light!!!!

it is absolutely wild how a whole COUNTRY passes from rand’s hands to elayne’s and yet the two of them never once meet up to talk about any of this. i’ll choose to interpret it as they’re so similar and in sync that they don’t need to talk to each other to come up with a successful plan 😌 but like come on. “had rand thought that it would be as easy as that to give her the throne?” yeah, it sure would be nice and helpful for elayne to know what rand thinks about the plan to get her on the throne!

birgitte stops elayne from sitting on the throne (physically taking a seat on it, that is) and elayne rolls her eyes and thinks she’s overreacting, and then birgitte finds a poisoned needle hiding in the cushions, so once again the narrative rewards birgitte’s overprotectiveness and makes elayne out to be unobservant and naive and reckless 🙄

“not very comfortable. i would have expected a monarch’s throne to be more cushioned, what with your delicate backside and all.” i feel like birgitte’s banter/jabs at elayne have become much more mean-spirited than they used to be, but maybe going the whole last book without the characters and their dynamic just made me forget what they were like? but i don’t really remember birgitte being all that anti-noble in rj’s books, but she most definitely has been this book. half the things out of her mouth could’ve come from mat, and you would think that after all this time shadowing elayne she would have a PRETTY GOOD understanding that being a queen isn’t all fun and games!

elayne keeps having internal Moral Objections about daes dae’mar and cairhienin plotting, and they jar me for a second every time because i’ve been living in my sun queen raised on daes dae’mar elayne damodred au fic all week jfkgj

and so elayne officially has cairhien! that was super fast. love and light to sanderson for managing to finish up in 3 books what would’ve taken rj like 10 more, but i would’ve loved to see rj’s multi-book take on elayne playing daes dae’mar.

“the scarf [mat] had chosen this time was red. in memory of tylin and the others who had fallen to the gholam. for a short time, he had been tempted to choose pink. a very short time.” 🤮🤮 i’m sure i said this during my ACOS and WH posting, but it is truly unbelievable how rj managed to set up mat being trapped by tylin as a bona fide horror story with his trauma and misery so real and palpable and heartbreaking, and then undercut it at the end with “oh but he actually loves the sex haha” like what happened there? did you not read what YOU wrote? (i bring this up now bc sanderson is most definitely just continuing the trend that rj started with mat thinking of tylin so fondly afterwards when at the time he was extremely traumatized and hated every second of being around her)

“a few papers he had been able to wiggle out of her royal majesty, spy reports he had wanted to look over” ummmm how exactly did you wiggle these papers out of elayne, mat?? 👀👀👀👀

“so tuon really had crowned herself, or whatever it was the seanchan did to name a new leader. that made him smile.” mat going “omg i’m so happy my evil wife is now the empress of the empire who invaded my homeland and wants to enslave my friends and against whom i was leading military campaigns just a short time ago” read the fucking ROOM man good god

“light, but they did not know what they were in for! they probably thought they did. but she would surprise them, sure as the sky was blue. or, well, it had been gray lately.” i was about to go “hey um how exactly is tuon, the most seanchan seanchan to ever seanchan, going to surprise the seanchan with her manner of ruling” but then the "sure as the sky is blue! except, it’s actually gray” makes me hope that the narrative is somewhat attempting to tell me that mat IS clowning here lmao

“he found some pages with news about rand, too, most of it unspecific or untrustworthy. blasted colors. rand was sitting around and talking with some people in a tent. perhaps he was in arad doman, but he could not be both there and fighting in the borderlands, now could he?” mat is so anxious to know where his boyfriend is! “he turned over the reports on rand quickly. he hated having to banish those flaming colors over and over again. at least rand was wearing clothes this time.” interesting how mat says he hates HAVING to BANISH the colors, not that he hates having the colors in the first place 👀 @essie007’s interpretation of queer mat being punished for queerness by tylin and tuon traumatizing him and forcing him into the mold of a proper heterosexual husband and him thus being cut off from rand and suppressing his early-series affection and feelings for him is so real actually. i will note that mat spends quite a bit more time thinking about the rand-related spy reports than the tuon-related ones 👀

“is it true that you know the queen?” “elayne’s a nice enough girl. pretty thing, that’s for certain.” i am going to ignore the condescending tone of that reply and instead celebrate that mat has openly admitted aloud that he thinks elayne is nice and pretty!!!

“i received a letter from joline today...she didn’t ask for anything. she merely wanted to send word that they had arrived safely in tar valon.” “you must have read it wrong.” “joline sedai respects you, master cauthon. she often spoke highly of you, and the way that you rescued not only her, but the other two. she asked after you in the letter.” wow. the post-WH mat that joline knew does NOT deserve that from her! yet another example of a female character coming to repent of her Mean behavior towards mat while he is not required to do the same (all he says is that he ALMOST feels bad for the blue mouth prank and that you wouldn’t have known she felt that way about him because she was always so Mean to him and that she’s aes sedai and thus “treats everyone like they’re mud to be scraped off her boots” and then hastily pulls a classic WOT non-channeling man “oh but YOU’RE not like that” when setalle gets offended)

setalle asks mat why he hates aes sedai and he makes it all about “women be bossing men around” (with a smattering of “ugh nobles”) rather than the fact that he’s scared of the Power and of being used and leashed, which USED to be the reason he hated aes sedai, pre-COT.

“people like elayne made up rules to suit them. people like mat found ways to get around the stupid rules.” mat doing elayne so dirty here 🙄 as IF she did not JUMP at the chance to commit crimes the second she was let loose on an unsupervised cross-continental roadtrip! as soon as they ran low on money elayne’s first INSTINCT was “i am going to commit theft!” and nynaeve had to reel her in! pre-queen elayne’s entire MO was be bi do crimes!

pevara confirms that indeed, making gateways in or to the black tower has become impossible. people at the tower are also acting possessed and evil. something real weird’s going on there but there is only one book left in the series and i do not have it in me to care about a new plotline for minor characters unfolding at this late stage of the game, so whatever.

perrin thinks “light, let it be so” about moiraine being alive, awww! momraine!

perrin considers sending word to rand about moiraine (yes please do!) but then decides not to (dammit!) because it would be cruel to give rand hope before perrin knew for certain that moiraine was alive and out of the tower (fair enough) and also because it would be “an invitation for rand to meddle in mat’s mission” (there is nothing i want more than for rand to meddle in mat’s mission! i miss cauthor!)

confirmation that faile hates mat jdfkgj i would’ve liked to see the two of them actually interact (she intentionally misses mat’s sendoff here lmao)

and so we get to the Moiraine Rescue Heist!!!! i thought this was gonna be the main plot of the book and then it didn’t even begin until the last 50 pages lmao but nevertheless, it was wonderful! i loved it! no notes!

no, SOME notes, of course. “well, if [the eelfinn] dared stand between him and moiraine, then they would see what he could do with their gift [the ashandarei]. burn him, but they would.” 🥺

on the one hand, mat knowing that he has magical luck powers and taking advantage of them is a plan in and of itself. on the other, the fact that elayne gets criticized for recklessness after coming up with a very organized and well-thought-out plan for raiding the black ajah house while mat gets praised for going into the tower of ghenjei and literally going “i’m going to spin around and pick a corridor to follow at random” !!!!!

upon seeing moiraine: “mat felt a surge of emotions. worry, frustration, concern, awe. she was the one who had started this all. he had hated her at times. he also owed her his life. she was the first one who had meddled, yanking him this way and that. yet - looking back - he figured that she had been the most honest about it of anyone who had used him. unapologetic, unyielding. and selfless. she had dedicated everything to protecting three foolish boys, all ignorant of what the world would demand of them. she had determined to take them to safety. maybe train them a little, whether they wanted it or not. because they needed it. light, her motives seemed clear to him now. that did not make him any less angry with her, but it did make him grateful. burn her, but this was a confusing set of emotions! those bloody foxes - how dare they keep her like this!” 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️ i had to quote this whole long thing in full because it is so much!!!! momraine!!!!!!

and mat gives up his eye to save moiraine!!! this scene is so intense!!!! to all of you who fret about me knowing too many spoilers jkfgj it doesn’t make the reading experience less good, because i knew mat would rescue moiraine and i knew he would lose his eye doing it but i didn’t know exactly HOW those things would happen and it was so exciting to finally read the scene in full!!

sometimes i like thinking about what chapter titles would be episode titles in the show - “the light of the world” 100% would be (the only other one i can remember off the top of my head thinking “oh yeah this’ll definitely be an episode title” is “people of the dragon” from i think TDR, but i know there have been others along the way. if you guys have chapter title episode title predictions drop them in the replies!)

me when noal dies: oh no! anyway

lmao sorry noal, you did go out like a hero but you simply were introduced far too late in the series for me to become at all invested in you. i would be fairly surprised if noal makes the show, so i was thinking maybe birgitte could be the third person - it would make sense since she’s knowledgeable about the tower (or at least more than anyone else is) and if she sacrificed herself here it would have the similar vibe of “hero of legend goes out like a legend” and her death would have WAY more impact on the audience (and mat) than Random Old Guy Who’s Just Kinda Been There In The Background’s would. and then they could have a reaction shot of elayne elsewhere in the world feeling birgitte’s death, it would be gutwrenching!

“noal would die with honor. once, mat would have thought that kind of thinking foolish - what good was honor if you were dead? but he had too many memories of soldiers, had spent too much time with men who fought and bled for that honor, to discredit such notions now.” mat showing positive character development? in MY post-WH book? it’s more likely than you think!

“light, but [moiraine’s] voice took mat back. to other times. ages ago.” i want to go back to those times too 😭😭 and then she calls him “dear matrim” 🥺 momraine!!

“mat listened, memories blossoming in his mind. thom’s voice carried him to days long ago. days in his own memories, days of the memories of others. days when he had died, days when he had lived, days when he had fought and when he had won.” this is so similar to rand’s montage of lives and loves on dragonmount 🥺🥺

and then mat realizes he can cut through the tower with his ashandarei, which does make noal’s sacrifice feel kinda pointless lmao if mat had realized this a few pages earlier they all would’ve made it out just fine!

we catch up briefly with gawene my beloveds (i have decided to give them a ship name myself since nobody else likes them together). they’re at merrilor, where perrin arrived earlier, and elayne arrives now and rand soon afterwards! the gang’s ALMOST all together! mat and aviendha, get your asses over there stat!

gawyn sees morgase!!!! yes!!!!! “gawyn was on his knees there, before someone. an older woman with red-gold hair, standing beside a smiling elayne, who still sat her horse...egwene stood back, for now. once she stepped forward, elayne would have to kiss her ring and the entire procession would bow; that would spoil gawyn’s moment.” 😭😭❤️❤️ so happy i get my full trakand family reunion! (even if only a glimpse of it) and now egwene and rand are both here so morgase can meet her new children-in-law!

“suddenly [the clouds] split, the dark thunderheads pulling back. the sky became an open field of blue, a deep, pure expanse. elayne’s eyes opened wide, and she turned on her horse, looking at perrin’s section of camp. he’s come, then, egwene thought.” RANDLAYNE REUNION IS SO CLOSE I CAN TASTE IT AAAAAAHHH

“colors swirled. rand eating a meal with min. mat dispelled the image.” mat sees min/rand content and says no thank you! king shit. also, laughing that he now has a fresh reminder of their relationship, while knowing elayne is having rand’s babies, and still does not go “hmm wonder what’s going on there” or have any sort of thought about it. i’m a big fan of @butterflydm’s interpretation that mat can tell even from swirly color visions that min and rand’s relationship is just sex and not emotionally meaningful like rand and elayne’s is.

thom says, regarding rand’s cleansing of saidin, “mat keeps saying we should be having a festival or something to celebrate” proud boyfriend!!! 🥺🥺 while most other people are like “X doubt” that rand really cleansed saidin, mat not only believes but is advocating for festivals to celebrate!!

mat tells moiraine “rand’s been busy” and reports that he killed rahvin, proud boyfriend listing his boyfriend’s accomplishments to their mom!

“well, it was good to have her back. mat was surprised at how strongly he felt that. who would have thought it? affection for an aes sedai, from him?” mat you have MULTIPLE close friends who are aes sedai, you know (i’m not sure post-WH mat DOES know that though)

moiraine says that “WE” need to seek out rand, yes moiraine instigate my cauthor reunion please!!!

“bloody colors. as if having one eye were not bad enough, he had those flaming visions bunching up his sight every time he so much as thought of ran- burn those visions! moiraine raised an eyebrow as he shook his head, then blushed. he probably looked like he was having a fit.”🚨🚨🚨THINKING ABOUT RAND MADE MAT BLUSH!!!!🚨🚨🚨 the “mat is physically incapable of not thinking about rand in a way perrin has never ever been” saga continues, and not only that but he BLUSHES!!! he is so flustered!! in this one book we have mat blushing because of elayne AND because of rand, delicious, finally some good fucking food!!!

moiraine and thom get together and i’m not even mad because a) i like both characters individually, so i’m like “this might as well happen.” if i must have a badly-written romance at least it’s between 2 characters i like rather than 1 i like + 1 who is an absolute dumpster fire trash person and does not deserve them (am i talking about tuon or min? yes.) and b) mat’s reactions are SENDING ME JDKFGKJH “what? what did you say?’” “i just - burn me! how did i miss this? i was with the two of you most of the time you were together! when did you become affectionate?” “well, you two have gone bloody insane, i see.” mat is speaking for all of us! i feel like this is definitely sanderson going “yeah, i know, rj did NOTHING to set up this romance, but it’s in his notes, so i have to make it happen” djfkgjh

“you should not spurn the warder bond so easily, mat. the blessings it provides will be of great use to men in these days.” STOP POURING SALT IN THE MAT-SHOULD-HAVE-BEEN-ELAYNE’S-WARDER WOUND like honestly was that rj’s original plan and then he scrapped it or something? because it is INSANE how often MAT SPECIFICALLY has been told that he would make a good warder and even been asked by multiple aes sedai to become their warder and even been mistaken for elayne’s warder.

mat says he won’t be bonded to a woman and thom points out that tuon “would be capable of channeling, should she decide to learn” it was a waste to make tuon a learner rather than someone who WILL end up channeling whether they like it or not, because now she can and will go through her whole life just choosing to ignore the fact that she can channel. although now that i say that i guess if she had the spark she would’ve been found out and made damane long ago, so that’s why she had to be only a learner, so scratch that. but the overall point, that tuon being able to ignore her channeling capabilities so easily is stupid and a waste, still stands.

“mat froze. bloody ashes. thom was right. but channeling would make her marath’damane. she would not do such a thing. he did not have to worry. did he?” not mat going “oh thank god my wife’s culture enslaves channelers, that means she’ll choose to never channel!” like jesus christ mat i don’t think that the fact that tuon can channel is the most troubling thing out of all the thoughts you just had.

“what would tuon think of a husband missing an eye?” this is the LEAST of the things you’ll have to worry about as tuon’s husband. “a husband who might not be able to defend himself?” oooh is mat subconsciously recognizing that tuon only values him for his battle skills and not for him as a person? he worries that if losing an eye makes him unable to fight, his value to her will decrease. yeah i think he’s probably given up on trying to make her love him at this point and instead is going for trying to make himself as useful to her as possible so that she won’t enslave him and/or make his life miserable.

shaidar haran kills(?) graendal? no, this can’t be how a bad bitch goes down! i said that in the last book too lmao we’ll see if this death(?) sticks or not.

olver opens verin’s letter to mat and FUCK FUCK FUCK NOOOOOOOOO i wish it really HAD been organizing a cauthor wedding, but instead it’s telling him to destroy the waygate in caemlyn bc shadowspawn will invade andor through there but he didn’t read the letter in time and now it’s too late and the invasion is already starting!!!! i’m devastated!!!! caemlyn is my HOME this can’t happen!!!!!

also, in olver pov we learn that he is obsessed with becoming a warrior (upon feeling grief for his parents: “he kept his lip stiff and did not let anyone know. warriors did not cry.”) and is also obsessed with hunting down the aiel who killed his parents and getting vengeance and is also obsessed with serving girls. yeah aviendha (or was it elayne?) was right to say that olver hanging out exclusively with soldiers was not good for him lmao can somebody please give this NINE-YEAR-OLD CHILD some age-appropriate interests and let him know that it’s okay for boys (and men) to cry?

finally a small snippet of rand pov! he’s dreaming but says that in the waking world “his body slept beside min in their new camp, surrounded by borderlanders, set up on the field of merrilor.” ARE YOU KIDDING ME rand is now in the same location as elayne, his other girlfriend whom he hasn’t seen in months, and STILL sharing min’s tent instead of hers??? why is he not jumping at the chance to finally get to snuggle with elayne after so many months apart!!! i just bet that it was because min wouldn’t let it happen lmao. after all, why would she allow her boyfriend to spend the night with his sidepiece when she, his ~Real Partner~, is right there? but for real, it is INSANE to expect me to believe that rand and elayne did not seek each other out IMMEDIATELY upon sensing that they were both in the same location, their reunion had better happen in chapter fucking ONE of AMOL if not the PROLOGUE i swear to god!!!!

“[lan] could still feel nynaeve, so wonderful, caring, and passionate in the back of his mind. he should have been pained to know that now she would suffer when he died, instead of another. however, that closeness to her - a final closeness, brought him strength.” “he sent a final, powerful sensation of love to nynaeve as he kicked mandarb into a gallop.” ❤️❤️

final thoughts: this book had some standout scenes (matlayne reunion, all the character reunions in general, gawyn vs. the assassins and egwene vs. mesaana, moiraine rescue heist) but overall was pretty meh for me. and especially underwhelming when compared to the incredible incredible final third of the previous book, but i WAS expecting a comedown from TGS since this book focuses on mat and perrin and that one on rand and egwene, who have FAR superior plotlines imo. and obviously any book that’s 40% perrin plotline will always be very low in my rankings djkfjg i would put this one.................maybe 3rd from the bottom after COT and KOD (those two not necessarily in that order)? but do not quote me on that, once i finish the whole series i gotta go back and ponder it a lot and decide my Official Rankings.

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February 1922 London Tommy and his brothers stayed at my house for one night and then left. After I got up, I took care of some trivial matters and then left To Churchill's office. His appointment was at the Ritz, but I wanted to try my luck at his office. "Wow."

Seeing the woman taking off her clothes in his office, I just raised my eyebrows and closed the door. "Please take a seat, Madam Baroness. Although if I remember correctly, I remember that our meeting should be at the Ritz Hotel." I sat aside and calmly took a sip of the tea brought by the secretary. "The tea is very fragrant." In front of this old man like him, I'm too lazy to pretend.

He sketched his nude and I drank my tea. I also randomly picked out a book from his bookshelf and flipped through it. random The ground was just like it had been in my father's office. I've been waiting for a long time, but today's trip did not disappoint me. "Oh, God!" It's Campbell.

Hearing the familiar voice, I raised my head, supported my chin with one hand, and looked at him. Campbell saw Mr Churchill naked After taking the mannequin, he immediately lowered his head and didn't even see me sitting on the side. "Forgive me, sir, but your secretary doesn't seem to be here." In front of Mr. Churchill, Campbell's words sounded like

Like a complaining child. Thinking of this, I laughed out loud. Mr. Churchill looked over. "Sorry, sir." I said, but still with a smile on my face, "But it's funny, isn't it?

Everyone wants to have lunch. " Campbell visibly stiffened when he heard my voice. He wanted to turn around to confirm my identity, but was afraid of seeing the model's appearance. It looks very funny. I smiled even brighter. It wasn't until he found the right spot, one where he could see Mr. Churchill but avoid the model, that he saw Me on the side.

I looked at his surprised expression. He would never have imagined that I was negotiating a deal with him in a garage in Birmingham. After winning the inheritance, he became the biggest winner and qualified to appear in the office of his immediate boss. To be honest, I really wanted to show off my power and make myself look like a temptress in troubled times, so as to relieve my anger. "This is Baroness Turner."

I stood up and gave him my hand. Before he could react, he withdrew his hand and sat back gracefully. "Ireland It’s not a land of etiquette, is it? " Churchill glanced at me and told me not to go too far, but I just smiled. I am one of the important patrons of the Conservative Party One, he would not make me unhappy, at most he would give me a small warning like just now. Although Churchill appeared on the surface, he still

He is from the Liberal Party, but I know his little calculations - after all, he has also betrayed the Conservative Party. "What's so urgent? It's more important than lunch." Churchill spoke up to help Campbell. Campbell looked at me, and I stared back at him, not to be outdone. Very good, even if Churchill immediately asks me to leave now, with his look, I have already confirmed my guess. Unfortunately, we are in big trouble.

"Baroness Turner is an important patron of ours. As you can see, she is a young, wealthy, single woman who is looking for A husband worthy of her. " I frowned as I listened to Churchill's words. What does he mean? His wife is not worthy of his lordship! I They are indeed considered in-laws, but that is also the business of George I. When will my wedding turn get this eight pole? Are you worried about your relatives who can’t even afford a wife? "Sir, our manpower in Birmingham has passed the first round of testing with flying colors."

Campbell looked at me, and I took a sip of tea with a normal expression, pretending that I knew nothing. They talked openly about killing donkeys in front of me, as if they thought women should not understand these things. "To put pressure on a guy on a mission like this, you have to know his weaknesses. And I know this guy's weaknesses very well. What is it. "Campbell looked at me maliciously. As it happened, I also knew Tommy's weaknesses: his family, and me as his fiancée.

The next lunch, I faced Churchill and braced myself, pretending to be my true feelings. They just talked for a long time without mentioning the name Thomas Shelby, and Churchill never mentioned that I had been to Birmingham.

John, met Campbell, and my relationship with Tommy. I think I understand what he means. He will help me hide my past, and I can use this to choose a husband from the upper class; but as a In exchange, he asked me to give up Tommy and let them use my lover as a knife.

I was worried about Tommy and furious. Even when I got home, I was still thinking about countermeasures. This is simply a dead end! We can get around Campbell and get a little bit of life. But if you can get around that hypocrite Campbell, you have to deal with Shangqiu. Gill is such a villain, no one is good at all. If Churchill could have chosen Tommy for If we get rid of Campbell, he can get rid of us for another guy. I kept thinking about it until around two o'clock in the morning before I slowly fell asleep… "You can't come in! This is Baroness Turner's mansion! I'm calling the police!"

I was woken up by the sound downstairs. Since returning to London - apart from sleeping with Tommy yesterday - I've often suffered from insomnia; I sleep very lightly, and the slightest disturbance can wake me up. What's more, now, the sound of breaking porcelain, fighting Sounds, screams… I took out the pistol hidden under the pillow, put a coat on myself and walked out of the bedroom. I stood on the second floor and watched Sabili leading his men to do evil in my house. My concierge lies in the garden and stirs My maid was being pulled by her hair, my housekeeper and other servants were being beaten. On the floor are porcelain and The shards of glass left two more holes in my door. I know this is revenge for Tommy. But I never regret falling in love with him. "Bang!" The pistol was no longer fit for purpose, so I took the shotgun off the wall and fired at one of his men. That person was shot by me , immediately lying on the ground, blood flowing like a river. When they heard the gunshot, they immediately drew their guns and aimed at the direction of the sound.

"You forced your way into my house…and you dared to point a gun at me!" I held the shotgun and yelled at them angrily. "You must make Opposite? ah? ! A group of Italians dared to hold a gun against the baroness whom he personally named in front of the King of England's eyes! war

The war has just ended, are you declaring war with Britain? " The group of people visibly flinched when they heard me carrying out the king. They glanced at Sabi, who was unwilling to give in The ground moved its mouth and spat on my ground. "You are Diana Turner, the gypsy bastard's mistress."

I stood on the second floor, looking down at him with my head held high. "You are that Dago with the big pizza nose." (Note: Dago means Italians and Spaniards are derogatory names, just like Chinaman to us and Nigger to black people. Appear here Only for plot needs) I saw the gunman next to him move, "Shoot! If you dare, shoot in my house! Come on!"

He dares? ! As long as he hits me with this shot tonight, I will be able to seriously injure Sabi tomorrow. a gun In exchange for half of Sabi's property, it was worth it! Although Sabili didn't know that I had set fire to my hands, he also knew the danger of attacking me at this moment. risk. He raised his hand to signal the close guard not to be impulsive, and then threw something at me. "This is a gold tooth dug out of his mouth. I think you must have seen it many times. You must be more familiar with its appearance than I am."

Son, after all he must lick your pussy for many times. " Tommy… I don't have time to care about what nasty things Sabi said to me, I just feel sorry for my Tommy. That must be him living it from Tommy's mouth Digging it up alive…how dare he! But if Sabili thinks that this can make me cower in fear, then he is totally wrong. Maybe he should go to hell and the old bus Let’s have a chat and see the consequences of underestimating me. "I will use your finger to exchange for my fiancé's tooth. We'll see." Sabili just twitched the corner of his mouth in disdain. I felt like my eyes were breathing fire. He may think that Thomas Shelby is an aristocratic lady who is lucky enough to sleep in London, and that I am just a ruthless person. A talkative, incompetent lady. I do what I say. "Now, get out of my house right now! Don't let me say it a second time!"

I raised the gun again, this time I aimed it at Sabi's head. I looked at the mess in silence. "Fortunately, the portraits of my ancestors are fine." I said to myself. "Thankfully I didn't leave dad hanging outside…" "Aunt Dai Ni…" I heard Maria's voice and turned around. She must have been woken up by us. She was only wearing a thin nightgown at the moment. He stood upstairs with bare feet, his hands and feet trembling helplessly. "Did something happen at home…" "It's okay, my dear, go back to sleep." I tried my best to soothe my frozen face and coaxed her gently.

she. "Juana, go and stay with Miss Maria." When Juana came back and told me that Maria had fallen asleep, I turned around. "No need to clean up." I waved my hand and asked the servants to go back and rest. “Jenny, go to the refrigerator and get some ice packs to apply on Face, go to the pharmacy to get some medicine for everyone. Everyone, go and have a rest. Don’t talk about today’s affairs everywhere, you know? this Everyone will receive additional bonuses every month. Okay, let's all go and have a rest. "

I first called Attorney Collins and asked him to come to my house tomorrow morning to discuss important matters. Then I held it from The booklet taken out of the warehouse, compared with the furnishings broken by Sabi, calculated my losses tonight, and the hired secret agents. money from the people who protect Ada. The wool comes from the sheep, and I will ask Sabi to compensate for all these losses! I looked at my hand which had returned to its original state. The hands had recovered from past burns, and the fingers were long and beautiful. The skin is tender and fair.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!" I looked at the extra handprints on my face with satisfaction. The left half of my face has become swollen. My fair face turned red from my own beating It was swollen, and the corners of the mouth were slightly bloody. I was very worried about Tommy's situation. I didn't sleep all night. I just kept looking at the dark circles under my eyes and the wounds on my face, with my hair hanging down. Sitting on the sofa, watching the dawn sun emerge little by little from the wide open door.

Attorney Collins is probably arriving soon. When Edward Collins saw the mess at Turner House, even though he and I had been through a lot together, he was still struck by the sight. I was shocked by the scene in front of me. "Is there a burglar in the house?" "Thieves are looking for money. It's best to keep silent. How can there be blood? Please write a few complaints and lawsuits for me. One copy for "Thailand" Times, one copy to Mr. Brown and Mr. Stuart, and one to Scotland Yard. With a job provided by taxpayers Capital, all the police on King's Road went on strike last night, leaving law-abiding taxpayers to be bullied by London gangsters. Ling. " "…Madam Baroness…"

I raised my head, exposing the clear handprints on my face to his sight, and Edward swallowed the persuasion that came to his lips. He has always been like a relative to me. As long as he sees me being hurt, he will choose to help me. I knew he would give in. Baroness Turner's private residence was forcibly broken into, leaving a mess in front of the entrance door. The handprints on the baroness' haggard handsome face were clear. It can be seen that… this is news that is enough to cause a sensation in London. So what if Sabili controls the police? I am Baroness Turner, the most popular of the social season, and an important figure in the Conservative Party. As one of the patrons, I could change the tide of public opinion in London. Those who either rely on my support or want to become a baroness My husband's politicians are my marionettes, quarreling fiercely in the House of Commons and telling the electorate big questions. lie. They have gained their own interests, and they must protect the interests of their sponsors. This is the law of the jungle in London. Even when facing the police chief, I was still wearing a nightgown, with my hair disheveled, and my face bare, but I slapped my own hand on my face. The seal has long since disappeared. Anyway, they are all Sabili's people, at least they received the benefits from him last night. To them, I'm too lazy to act like a reporter and I Like that in front of funded politicians. Not to mention acting, I didn't even bother to show off, I just turned my back to them and lay down On the sofa, I listened to the policemen's nonsensical nonsense. Just ask, from time to time, “Where were you last night? Why did you fail to protect taxpayer safety?” Complete? ” can be exchanged for a moment of tranquility. They would be silent, and then after a while they would continue to tell me the same nonsense in a condescending tone. talk. Although it made me upset, I just didn't ask them to leave my house. Of course I don't accept their queen. Pao apologizes, but since you have accepted Sabi's money, then come to me and beg for mercy.

In this way they can President, remember, if you see Sapele's pounds in the future, you won't act like a dog that has never seen money. Their masters don't dare to touch me at all, let alone these people. In London, I am still the baroness who controls everything and no one dares to mess with her. Like last year's gossip, I'm Everything was settled quickly. I saw Sabi's public apology letter published in The Times and received the Compensation in pounds sterling. But what about Tommy?

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Seven Deadly Sins

[Obey Me! Brothers + Datables Series] [GN!Reader]

a/n: i had this idea while i was eating a bacon & egg sandwich and listening to a priest audio porn // also i gave some random characters names so if i accidentally used your name pretty please do your best to try change the name mentally ^^;;

Your friends suggest you start going to a newly built Church around the corner from your house after tragedy struck and someone close to you passed. Little did you know the secrets behind this mysterious Church would corrupt you.

warnings; NSFW/Smut, Religious Themes, Disturbing Imagery, UNEDITED

"Come on, MC! Please come to church with me." Your close friend, Nyla begged on the floor of your bedroom.

You sat on the edge of your bed and flicked her forehead, "Why should I go? You're not even religious, why the sudden change of heart?"

She stood up and pulled at the sleeves of your shirt, "I can't tell you! You have to see for yourself, and then you'll want to come all the time. Also, you should go for him. I know it has only been a few months since he passed but this could be a good distraction for you." Her tone completely dropped, she looked at you with a sad glint in her eyes.

Your eyes narrow as she mentions the incident, your fists clenched onto your shorts. Trying to lighten the mood, you roll your eyes and stand up off your bed and flick her forehead, "I'll go, just this once." You hastily push her out of your room and close the door behind her.

You lazily get dressed and fix your hair up a bit and walk out of your room to see Nyla waiting right in front of you, "Let's go already!" She huffed, before linking arms with you and dragging you out of the house.

She covers your eyes the entire way there, which made you trip and stumble alot on the way there.

Nyla giggled and finally stopped walking, she removed her hand off your face.

You look up and see a large, beautifully created church. It was clean and made of a light coloured marble, and on the front of the church were seven pristine sculptures. Each of them had a different design of... some sort of demons.

"That is... an odd design?" You turned to look at Nyla, she shrugged and pulled you to the entrance.

"You will see why I wanted to come, just keep walking!" She excitedly spoke before knocking on the major front door.

no reply.

"This church better make me fly or give me powers because I'm not spending my morning with a crusty dusty old priest." You gagged, elbowing Nyla.

"A crusty, dusty old priest? That's a new one." A masculine voice behind you spoke.

You quickly turned around and yelped, "Holy shit!"

Nyla turned around and smiled to see the guy who had scared you, she shook his hand and bowed to him. You studied his face and GOD DAMN, finest man you've ever seen. He had white hair, and the most pure snow white skin with freckles kissing his face lightly. Were you checking him out? Just a little bit.

He held his hand out to you and smiled, you felt your knees go weak. "I'm Father Solomon, it's nice to meet you."

"Ah... apologies for swearing at a church." You took his hand and shook it, "My name is MC, it's nice to meet you also." You looked down at your hand, he hadn't let go. You feel his grip on your hand tighten a bit as his eyes narrowed, your face irks and you pull your hand away roughly.

"Ah, apologies to you I don't know what came over me." Solomon bowed his head to you as you gave Nyla the look to let her know you wanna get the fuck out of this fine ass man's church before we get murdered. She frowned back at you and shook her head to notify that she wanted you to stay longer, you sigh and roll your eyes.

"It's okay, Father Solomon. You just startled me, that's all." You fake smiled at him, he awkwardly slips between you and Nyla and opens up the doors.

"You two will be joining us today, right?" Solomon asked, smiling at the two of you.

"Mhm! This is MC's first time here." Nyla replied, grabbing your hand and pulling you forward.

"Mm, indeed. If you would like, after our session, I can introduce you to everyone here." Solomon offers, gesturing for you two to enter the church.

"No I don't think-"

"Yes! We will. Right, MC?" Nyla gritted her teeth and stared at you intently.

You sighed and nodded your head, "I would love to."

Solomon smiled and clasped his hands together, "Wonderful! Sit wherever you'd like and I shall start in around 15 minutes." He spoke before walking away.

You wave him off then quickly turn around to your friend, "You bitch why did you drag me here? That priest is a creep."

She rolled her eyes, "You'll see! Also he isn't creepy at all, he's so hot." Nyla fanned herself with her hands and fake fainted into your arms. You laugh and catch her before helping her stand back up

"Alright he's a LITTLE, hot. That better not be the only reason you've been coming here the past couple weeks." You groaned, dragging her towards the seating area with benches lined up to face the front of the church, where you assumed Solomon would speak.

She pulled you to sit at the second row from the back and she excitedly fidgeted, "You'll see them soon."

"See who?" You ask, looking around.

"The owners of the church."

The front door you entered from slams open and in walks a tall man with black hair, you tried to study his features closer but more guys walked in behind him, there were around seven that had just walked in. Nyla had grabbed you quickly and begun shaking you, "That's them! There they are! Watch them right now!" She whisper yelled at you.

"That's it...?" You glared at her, eyebrows irked in annoyance.

One of them noticed the two of you and ran over, "Nyla! It's good to see you, lovely! Who's your pretty friend here?" He asked leaning against the back of the bench you sat on.

"Asmo! I've missed you." Nyla smiled as she stood up and hugged him from across the bench. "This is MC, they're joining me today and hopefully permanently." She excitedly spoke while pulling away.

The man turned to you and gave you a wink, "Hi there!" He offered his hand to you, "My name is Asmodeus, but you can call me Asmo if you'd like." You took his hand and felt a spark on your fingertips and you immediately pulled away due to the shock, you looked up at him frowning, he stared back astonished.

"A-Ah. Sorry, excuse me for just a moment." Asmodeus bowed before quickly making his way back to some of the guys he came in with. You see him whisper something into the ear of the man with black hair, and he looked directly at you.

You immediately turn back around and act like you weren't just snooping on them, you grab Nyla, "What was that? That was so weird." She's about to reply, but before she could she lets out a gasp and you raise an eyebrow.

She points behind you and you quickly turn around to see the guy who you were just staring at right behind you, towering behind your body.

You raise an eyebrow, "Is there something I can help you with?" The man grabs you by the collar of your shirt and he holds you up, Nyla gasps as he holds your dangling body in his very nice hands.

Asmodeus and the other people there see this happening and they all rush over to stop the man, but before they could reach you the man reaches his other hand out and pulls his black glove off with his teeth. He then reaches and cups your cheek, you feel the same spark as you did when you touched Asmodeus and you let out a pained groan. Without thinking, you turn your head and bite his lingering hand, causing him to let you drop onto the Church's marble floor tiles.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Nyla yells at him, scrambling to help you off the floor.

"Lucifer! Did you feel it?" Asmo squeaked, looking from behind.

"Yes, I did." He replied.

Before they could continue their conversation, you butt in with a yell, "Fuck you asshole! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

Lucifer glanced your way and scoffed, before continuing to talk to Asmo. You huff and stand up, leaning over the bench you slap him in the face.

He didn't even flinch.

The guys behind him start cowering and take a few steps back, he turns to look at you and you glare right back at him.

"Listen asshole, I don't know if it's some weird kink of yours to grab people like that but I did not consent! I'm sorry for slapping you but, get your head out of your ass!" You yell, poking his torso with your index finger as you speak.

"Didn't your mother teach you not to swear during church?" He laughs, not phased by you at all.

"Ha! No she didn't because she's actually dead but umm... yeah so." You awkwardly laugh.

Before this awkward exchange could continue Asmo jumps over the bench and sat next to where you stood up, and gestured his companions to sit down with him.

They follow and most of them sit in front of you (including the guy you slapped) while one sat next to Asmo. "So I see you've just met one of my brothers! Uhm, so don't ever do that again if you want to live." He laughs, clapping his hands together. "I will introduce you to each of them!"

He pointed to the blondie next to him, "That's Satan, yes that's his real name, forgive me if you find it offensive in any way but it was just how he was named." Asmo shrugs, you wave to him as he glares at you before waving back.

"I believe we can introduce ourselves, Asmo." The one with black hair spoke, raising his hand.

"Okay! I'll let you do that then." Asmo huffs and crosses his arms.

"My name is Lucifer, I apologise for our precious exchange. I did not have the best morning, nevertheless I shouldn't have grabbed you like that." He speaks, readjusting his glove back onto his hand.

You sigh and shake your head, "Sorry for slapping, biting and poking you, it was rude. Also for swearing in a church I suppose."

"ANYways, my name is Mammon! You may refer to me as 'The Great Mammon' or 'Mammon The Great." He interrupts, pointing to himself with his thumb proudly as an aura of arrogance floods your airwaves.

"Mammon's my favourite, lord have mercy." Nyla whispered, wiggling her eyebrows at you. You gag and push her head away playfully, you look at each of them and the remaining three have caught your eye. One was sleeping, while one was eating and the last one was on his nintendo switch.

Asmo kicks the bench they sat on to make them introduce themselves, the sleeping one sits up and glares at Asmo and then you.

'Sheesh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bench.' You thought to yourself, awkwardly looking away from him.

"My name is Beel, that's Belphie, don't wake him up if you know what's good for ya." The one eating spoke through his mouthful of chips, you nod your head in acknowledgement before Belphie nods back to sleep onto the bench once more.

"Levi." Lucifer spoke, trying to get the man on the end's attention, yet failing. It seemed he was too engulfed with his switch to even acknowledge his surroundings. "Levi!" Lucifer's voice growled and echoed throughout the church, 'Levi' immediately turns around and pulls his headphones down.

'I think my ovaries just exploded.' Nyla whispered into your ear. You stifle your laugh as you watch the two exchange looks.

"What is it? Did something happen?" Levi questioned, sitting straight up.

"Introduce yourself." Lucifer glared at him, before gesturing his gloved hands to you.

Levi grumbled something before turning to you, "My name is Leviathan. Don't talk to me unless it's about anime or Ruri-Chan."

You felt your eyebrows furrow and feel yourself be irked by his introduction.

"My name is [Y/n], and uh- I don't think I'll be coming back here after today?" You awkwardly introduced yourself, shuffling closer to Nyla.

"Awh! No, please come back tomorrow." Asmo huffs, latching onto your arm.

"I don't know... I'm very busy." You lied, not wanting to be rude.

"Busy with what?"

"..."

"So you can come! Great, I will see you here tomorrow at the same time."

Nyla wiggled her eyebrows at you, you elbowed her ribs before leaning back to comfort yourself.

Up at the front you saw priest Solomon at the altar, he carried the bible in his hands and placed it on the bench in front of him before he began reading.

After a long while, the session had ended and people either began to leave or pray on their own.

You turn to look at your friend and she's dead asleep. Her head hung back over the edge of the seat, and there was drool running out her mouth as she snored.

You cover your mouth to stop yourself from laughing, before pulling out your phone and stealthily creeping towards her body and holding your phone in her face.

'Click. Click. Click.'

Mammon around, and began to watch you take photos of your friend as he stifled a laugh.

You took one more photo, before Nyla woke up switfly and grabbed your arm that hovered above her head and she whisper-yelled at you. "Delete those right now!"

"Never!" You grinned, before climbing over the chair and running towards the exit of the church.

"That asshole!" Nyla gritted her teeth, she looked towards Lucifer before speaking;

"I told you, it was them. Do what you must to get us back."

She smiled and gave them a peace sign before chasing after you, "Bye Bye!~"

Lucifer frowned at her comment, "You know what to do right?" He asked, looking at his brothers with glowing crimson eyes.

They all nodded in unison.

a/n live laugh slay

#obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me x reader smut #omswd #obey me x mc #i typed obey me so much it doesn't look like a word anymore

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