#like she could help me become more self assured and confident

[cinaminrolll]

me @ johanna mason

#i love her so much #i just think we would complement each other so well #and okay yeah we’re complete opposites #but they say opposites attract you know! #like she could help me become more self assured and confident #she’s teach me how to stand up for myself and break out of my shell #and then i could be her safe space #where she could let down her guard and just feel at peace #and i could help her relearn how to see the beauty in the little things #and okay maybe i’m delusional but i can’t get her out of head lately #hunger games #the hunger games #johanna mason #thg johanna #catching fire

[admirxation]

obsessed with Hwoarang at the moment so whenever you get the chance could you write a lil something for hwoarang x fem!reader where someone is flirting with him and reader gets jealous and tells them off and then hwoarang is all like "that's hot" and then him and reader fuck✨️

Unexpected Attraction | Hwoarang oneshot request

𓆩♡𓆪┆pairing: hwoarang x fem!reader (afab)

𓆩♡𓆪┆summary: the reader and hwoarang are celebrating their anniversary, but while enjoying their date a waitress starts to become a little too flirty. this leads to the reader standing up for herself and making hwoarang even more deeply attracted to her.

𓆩♡𓆪┆word count: 2k

𓆩♡𓆪┆disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for 18+ readers only, so MDI. you’re responsible for the content you consume so if any of the following warnings trigger you, click off now.

𓆩♡𓆪┆warnings: NSFW 18+ content. female anatomy and she/her pronouns used for reader. detailed smut: p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (f receiving), and fingering.

𓆩♡𓆪┆a/n: sorry for the delay have been going through a hyperfixation of baldurs gate 3 lmao. hope this is good anon. after this i will be focusing on a resident evil series but of course requests are still open, and i encourage them to help me keep practising my writing (of course always check requests rules first). love y’all <3

You and Hwoarang strolled into a quaint restaurant — to celebrate your anniversary — you were happy to finally get some alone time after how busy you two had been, too busy for each other recently. The air buzzed with laughter and the aroma of the delectable cuisine people around you ordered, comfortable with being seated at the cosy corner table. There was a candle between you two, releasing a warm and romantic hue upon your faces, you reached your hand in the middle of the table to have Hwoarang hold yours — you found it entertaining, even still, how small your hand was in his, but it always felt like it belonged in his.

“I’m glad we can finally have some alone time,” his thumb grazed the back of your hand, and you pushed your leg onto the middle of the floor, grazing the side of your foot against Hwoarang’s leg as you two looked into each other’s eyes. He was unbelievably attractive to you, even after being together for a few years now, it still felt like you had a crush on him.

After being lost in admiration you saw a waitress come close to you, you couldn’t help but notice how pretty she was; long strawberry blond hair with green eyes, she walked with confidence and self-assurance with her hips swaying with each step drawn closer; as she approached you saw her name was Abby.

“Hey there, I’m Abby, I’ll be your waitress tonight,” Abby’s attention was intended for you both but you couldn’t help but notice her emerald eyes preoccupied with Hwoarang. As she opened her little notepad her body language shifted closer to Hwoarang, of course, he didn’t notice, he never noticed these things but you could tell; you had only seen a glimpse of her character but as a woman, you could pick up on the little things. Still, you chose to ignore it; she probably just needed a tip and you had no malice to a woman trying to make money.

She took her time taking his order, making sure to ask every single question of the small details of how he wanted his food, you found this odd; you never noticed any waitress take this much care into someone’s order, but the thought of her just needing a tip helped to soothe the warmness in your cheeks that were caused with angry jealousy that slowly manifested within you — a constant battle of being understanding and your gut feeling trying to convince you of the alternative conclusion.

“That should be made for you soon sweetie,” her laughter danced in his direction, her eyes held an extra gleam when meeting his and her gestures seemed to linger a tad longer as she brushed against his shoulder while taking notes, the faintest of touches.

She then turned to you with a quick motion: “You?” her language was so abrupt, and she didn’t have that same friendly aura that she had with Hwoarang.

Keep calm, of course, she just wants a tip, it’s easy to just flirt with him, she had no ill intention, you thought to yourself. Your chest tightened with a mix of frustration and uncertainty, also wondering if Hwoarang was going to be this oblivious the whole night Abby would be your waitress.

After your internal monologue, trying to keep yourself calm you told her your order; by no surprise, she didn’t take the same level of care that she did with Hwoarang, it was a swift telling and leaving — even after multiple attempts to have a level state of mind you could feel that jealous warmth on your cheeks, that anger bubbling inside of you and wanting to just tell her off.

“Hey, you alright? You seem a bit red,” Hwoarang’s caring nature managed to bring you back to reality, understanding that while he didn’t notice and shut her down he wasn’t encouraging her behaviour either so there was a small win to look at.

“Just a bit warm.”

“I can blow the candle out if it’s getting too much for you, darling,” he moved his hand ready to make you feel more comfortable.

“No, no, it’s manageable, don’t worry about it… Honestly,” you moved your hand into his again, melting at his comforting smile that made you feel safe and secure.

“Good, I don’t want you sad… Especially on our anniversary,” he always knew how to get that smile out of you.

“Trust me, I’m happy being with you, you don’t know how much I missed this time together.”

“Hey maybe if you’re lucky this night will end with some more excitement,” he gave you a wink with some gentle laughter after.

“Always remember how bad you are at flirting,” you joked with him.

“Hey,” his eyes widened, “I can’t be that bad if we’ve been together for years now.”

He made a good point.

~~~

The night continued as you both conversed over dinner, you found each other's laughs infectious, also sharing romantic moments of feeding each other with bits the other wanted to try, it put your mind at ease and you were reminded of the time you should have been spending with Hwoarang the last few weeks, not engrossed in whatever your mind had chosen to be occupied with.

As you were continuing your conversation you saw Abby make her way over to collect your plates, you were too smiley with Hwoarang to pay that jealousy any sense of mind — for now.

“Hey, I’ll just take these away, do you wanna order dessert when I’m back,” once again she was directing all her attention to him, that gleam in her eyes that she was getting too comfortable with him was showing, you felt yourself squeeze onto Hwoarang’s hand a little harder, so much he noticed and gave you a quick glance, was he finally catching on? No, just thought you wanted more attention from him.

You declined the idea of a dessert; you two had bought an anniversary cake for back home anyway so no point in indulging in another sweet treat. Abby seemed disappointed, but a shimmer in her eyes glazed over as she told you about the bill — you couldn’t help but feel like she was up to something.

“Y/N, are you sure you’re okay, you seem off now and again,” he paused for a moment, “and the hand squeezing out of nowhere is making me think more.”

You thought for a moment before telling him what was on your mind, making sure Abby wasn’t around and keeping your voice down.

“Well… Haven’t you noticed the attention that the waitress has been giving to you?” his eyebrow peaked in interest, that oblivious mindset unfortunately still existing.

“She seems more invested in the job than other waiters, but what’s wrong with her exactly?”

You rolled your eyes at his innocent oblivion: “You seriously haven’t noticed how heavily she’s been flirting with you?”

“Sweetheart she’s just being friendly it’s what people do.”

“Mmhm, sorry but you don’t notice these things, but I can tell when a woman is scheming and flirting.”

“Okay, if you say so, I won’t argue with your intuition,” he reached for your hand, “and even if she was flirting… Or is flirting with your judgement, I’m not interested in her anyway, I’m with the person I want and only want.”

Despite knowing Hwoarang was only giving in your findings to avoid an argument, it still put you at ease with the reassurance of his love and devotion for you.

Just as a moment of happiness was experienced you saw Abby make her way to you two again, wondering what her next move was going to be.

Your check was handed over, Hwoarang reaching for his wallet to treat you even more on your anniversary date. He noticed a red blur at the corner of his eye, a kiss mark with a phone number tagged at the bottom, he felt embarrassed that he thought you were making this up or reading too much into it, he felt embarrassed for her thinking she would actually have a chance with him especially when he had everything he needed with you. You were quick to pick up on his, that jealous rage that had been manifesting inside finally wanting to explode out, you reached for the piece of paper, seeing Abby look shocked that you were actually doing something and not sitting back and letting her flirtatious behaviour continue.

“Are you serious?” you started, “you can clearly see he’s with his girlfriend and you’re flirting, have you no shame?”

Before Abby could say anything you continued to speak and interrupt whatever lame excuse she found at the back of her mind.

“Just a bit of advice here, you won’t make any good friendships if you keep this up, and any man that is willing to take this bait and go with you… Yeah, I wouldn’t even bother unless you want someone else doing what you’re doing,” she stood in silence, “so take your money, with no tip may I add, and we’ll be on our way.”

Hwoarang found himself increasingly drawn to your resilience and grace under pressure, also noticing all the signs from hindsight and finding your patience alluring; he continued to admire you as you both walked out of the restaurant into the car, an unexpected arousal constantly bothering and distracting him on the journey back home.

When you had reached your warm and comfortable place, you took no time in taking your high heels off, falling to the sofa and raising your arms to invite Hworang for a cuddle you had so desperately needed after leaving that restaurant; Hwoarang swiftly took his shoes and jacket to join you on the sofa, you melted into the warmth of his body and sinking into your favourite smell of his natural scent pulling you closer to snuggle him even longer.

“Hey I’m sorry I got all mad there, I didn’t want to embarrass —” he cut you off.

“No, no, she deserved it, if anything I should be sorry for not believing you the first time and not shutting her down sooner,” you could see a red fluster on his cheeks appear as he tried to over-explain himself.

“You didn’t start flirting back so there’s nothing to be sorry for, it’s over and I hope I won’t embarrass you like that again,” you continued.

“What makes you think you embarrassed me?”

“I don’t know,” you were trying to find the words as you snuggled closer into his chest, “I don’t want to seem over possessive or a crazy girlfriend, I should trust you to not encourage the behaviour and then let it be the past.”

There was a small bit of silence between you both as Hwoarang tried to find the courage to tell you about that unexpected feeling he had as he admired you ‘embarrass’ him: “I mean… if anything I found it kinda hot, if it makes you feel better.

You raised an eyebrow of interest: “Really, me telling someone off attracts you?”

“I mean yeah, you care enough about me to stand up for yourself, also I like to see myself as a prize for you,” he winked and giggled as he teased you.

“And I’m not a prize to you now,” you continued his teasing effort.

“You defo are, my love,” he pulled you closer with his arm around you.

“Hm, how about you prove it to me,” you wanted to see if you could get anything out of this unexpected attraction he had on the way home, after it all it was your anniversary and the night was still young.

Without hesitation he took his opportunity to gently push you onto the sofa, your back hitting the soft plush of the cushions, feeling a jolt of excitement course through your body as you anticipated Hwoarang’s actions; as his body hovered over yours, your eyes connected with his, looking at the lust gleaming in his eyes as he watched your frame under him, quickly moving into a kiss that deepened. Small moans were escaping as the kissing continued, your arms moving around his back and him using his free hand to admire your body, his hands moved from caressing your side to lifting your dress slightly and gently gliding his fingers against your clothed pussy — you released a gasp as you anticipated more.

“How badly do you want me?” he teased as he continued to press his fingers along your slit, moving his fingertips at the edge of your panties, making you keep waiting for when he was finally going to rip them off.

“Badly,” you said excitedly.

“You got me all riled up on the journey home,” his hand was venturing down your panties, you felt his warm skin come closer to your core, you getting wetter as you waited for the pleasure you loved to experience with him, “I’m finally going to have my way with you now… And looks like you’re all excited about it,” the feeling of how wet you were on his fingers made him harder, pressing and throbbing against his pants. Your voice became heavy as he pushed his fingertips deeper into you, taking it slow and enjoying how you were begging for him.

“Oh fuck, please just hurry up,” you kicked you head back softly as he inserted another finger in your core, the slowness was pleasurable but slowly killing you at the same time; you wanted him right then and now to just be rough and make you pay for how you rilled him up earlier. You never knew standing your ground would lead to such arousal.

“Be patient baby, I’m going slow, making you go crazy by the second… like I was in the car,” he smirked, pushing his fingers deep into your wet hole, you gasped louder, laboured breaths released as he continued his slow seduction, pumping his fingers into you carefully — he watched every reaction and twitch, having it boost his ego.

Hwoarang decided to take things further with changing the tempo and speed, his thumb now circling your clit, three fingers inside you surrounded by your tight walls. He watched your glistening pussy call for him, asking to stop the foreplay and just fuck you there and then.

“Fuck,” you said under your breath, biting your lip as you curled your toes the faster he pumped his fingers and swirled his thumb.

He watched you squirm, then suddenly stopping, being met with a disappointed face from you. Just as you were about to beg for more, you watched him lower himself, his face now being met with your pussy, being enticed to lick your slit, loving how you tasted as he licked a streak along your pussy, stopping to swirl his wet tongue on your clit; you felt the moans roll from within the depths of your body, emerging out through laboured breaths, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you grabbed his soft hair, tugging it gently now and again.

You felt him smirk, knowing you were a mess under his control; he liked this upper hand he had over you.

“Does this prove I’ve only got eyes for you my darling?” he quickly asked before he grabbed your thighs and smushing his tongue deeper to eat you out.

“Yeah, of course - of course it does,” it was hard to stop an early release when he found that spot that drove you crazy, he took the time to learn and be accustomed with your body and what it loved and answered to.

As you were holding in, trying not to cum too soon, you couldn’t help but release yourself and glaze Hwoarang’s tongue.

“I’m sorry,” you quickly said.

“Why?” he smirked, “You know I love it.” He started to take his shirt off, pulling his pants off in a quick motion before saying anything else. “Now, I’m going to make you cum again.”

Excitement jolted through your body once again, admiring him as you watched his eyes deepen with lust and love, you watched as he rubbed his cock before pressing against your wet slit.

“Do you like that, baby girl?” he asked, you nodded while biting your lip in return.

He continued to tease you — only for a little bit this time — before he pushed the head of his member inside you, beginning slow before slamming the rest of his length inside you. You couldn’t help but loudly moan, digging your fingertips into his back as he positioned his hands either side of your head and started thrusting his hips harder and quicker. There was no teasing and you continued to moan his name, laboured breaths filling the air as you wrapped your legs around his waist and begged for more.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop.. fuck,” you said between your heavy breath and moans.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy, Y/N,” you felt his warm breath on your neck, closing your eyes as you got lost in how Hwoarang was treating you the way you loved; in tune with your body and knowing the perfect reactions and wants.

As he got closer to his release, he picked his upper body up, grabbing your waist to thrust his massive cock inside your deeper; he smirked as he made you cum again, glazing his cock with your body’s approval, soon filling up your beautiful pussy with his.

You felt warmth flood inside you, hearing Hwoarang’s loud orgasmic release, trying to catch his breath before pulling out and collapsing back onto the sofa, pleased but exhausted.

“That was amazing,” you said.

“It was,” he smiled, “glad we could end our anniversary with a bang,” no pun intended of course.

You giggled before you got up, cosied up to get your aftercare.

©︎ admirxation. please do not copy or steal my works.

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Little Green Dress

Oneshot - Eddie Munson

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader (Y/N)

Ratings: Mostly clean, suggestive comments and actions throughout.

Warnings: Bullying, strong language, harassment, sadness and self doubt. Let me know if I missed something.

Summary: You are nervous, but for a good reason. Hanging out with Eddie's friends is scary considering how different you look from them all. Not to mention they don't seem to like you all that much, hopefully you can change their minds this time. Of course now there is a new factor involved... Eddie's Ex will be in attendance tonight.

A/N: I wrote this at 3am because sleep will not stop me from thinking about our beloved Eddie. Here is a quick oneshot while I work on finishing up Love Luna and My Rockstar. NOT PROOFREAD

Word Count: not sure atm

***Go check out my other Eddie fics! Eddie Munson Masterlist***

You are perfect just the way you are.

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You couldn’t help but be nervous to be hanging out with Eddie’s friend group again. They all were very intimating even when they didn’t mean to be. You stuck out like a sore thumb when you hung out with them. Dressed in floral patterns, flowy sundresses, and pastels all the time whereas they all dressed like Eddie. Leather, metal, and ripped up jeans. Of course they all looked good doing it too.

You felt their judgements the first time you met them. Why would Eddie pick you of all people to date. You two looked like something out of a romcom that Steve would force you to watch when y’all were younger. Your brother was always the more sensitive one even though you looked to be the obvious answer.

You look on the mirror. Your green sundress flowing around your thighs as you twist and twirl. You love this dress but you question if it’s right for a night out with Eddie and his friends. But the outfit struggle wasn’t even the worst part of this all.

Eddie’s ex was tagging along tonight as well. Her name is Gemma. You haven’t met her before but Eddie promises she’s sweet but that doesn’t stop the worrying and honestly… jealousy from building up in your stomach. Gareth invited her.

You got the feeling that Gareth didn’t like you that much the last time you saw him. He was standoffish and a bit mean. You tried to smile through it for Eddie but honestly you couldn’t understand what you were doing wrong. Tonight you hoped you could break through to him and become friendly at least but him inviting Eddie’s ex girlfriend makes you think he’s not up for that.

Eddie was a bit peeved when he found out Gareth invited her but you could tell it was only because he saw the look on your face when he told you. Your face turned pale and you looked as if you were going to have a panic attack. Eddie assured you there was nothing to worry about.

But as you stare yourself down in the mirror holding up another dress to your body you felt yourself beginning to do just that. Panic. What if she was still in love with Eddie. He was the one who broke up with her after all. He wasn’t too specific as to why but still.

Your eyes flash between the green dress you have on and the blue dress in your hand. Light blue with a shimmer to it when it moved. You decide to change.

Once in the blue dress you smile. The soft shimmer maybe you feel more elegant than before. It was nice. God. You looked in the mirror again. All ready to go. Makeup done. Hair done, curls bouncing against your shoulders. Dress done. You grab a pair of heeled sandals and you sigh.

Here goes nothing.

~~~~~~~~~~

When Eddie pulls up to your house and hops out of his van you rush out the front door. You close the door behind you and just as it latches and you smile at Eddie your brothers voice scares you.

“You sure this is a good idea?” Steve’s voice is laced with worry. You turn to see him sitting on the banister to the porch drinking a soda.

“It’ll be fine.” You smile at him. You had made the mistake of confiding too much in your brother many times and this was one of those times.

“Call me if you need me.” He hums softly. You nod in response and skip down the stairs to your boyfriend who has opened the passenger side door for you.

Eddie had in ripped black jeans, his regular white Reeboks, and a loose fitting Dio shirt on. His shirt is worn and light under his black leather jacket and usual denim vest. His patches growing in number everyday it seems.

“Hi baby bat.” He smiles as he pulls you into a hug.

“Hi.” You giggle. You pull back and Eddie whistles lowly.

“Have I ever mentioned I love this dress.” He scans your figure and lets his hand slide down to your hips.

“Eddie. I’ve only worn this dress once before.” You giggle and he squeezes your hips.

“Yes. And I fell in love with it.” He hums and leans in to kiss you until your brother shouts.

“No!” Steve growls and Eddie glances over your shoulder to see you brother, hands on his hips, glaring at the two do you.

“Steve!” You shout turning around to look at him with wide eyes.

Eddie leans down into you and smiles against your ear. “Maybe we should get going. I want a kiss.” He whispers softly. You giggle and nod.

“You keep her safe Munson!” Steve shouts as Eddie helps you into the van and shuts the door.

“Don’t I always?” He smirks and hops in the van himself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

When the two of you pull up to the Hideout Eddie immediately throws the car in park and grabs your hand.

“Finally.” He chuckles and tugs you closer across the center console. You giggle as he presses his lips to yours and smiles into the kiss.

When you pull apart Eddie hums and shakes his head slightly. He licks his lips and grins. “Ready?”

You nod despite the fact that you are so not ready. You look down at your pastel blue shimmering dress and for some reason regret it. This group of people really knew how to make you rethink everything at least ten times over.

Eddie rounds the van and helps you out. The two of you start to walk and you quickly grab onto the sleeve of his leather jacket for comfort. He chuckles and pulls you into his side. He looks down at you and smiles his stunningly sweet smile as always.

“Don’t be nervous.” He kisses your temple and leads the way in. God. That’s easier said than done when you looked like a pastry compared to him. “Oh there they are!” He shifts his arm from around you and quickly grabs your hand instead.

The bar is rather packed tonight considering the fact that it’s a Saturday. The busiest day for the hideout.

You bite you lip as Eddie leads you up to his friends. Gareth stands there with Jeff, both laughing. Jeff seemed to be the nicer of the two. The only one who seemed to like you last time. Dawn and Crystal both frown when they see you but quickly smile when their eyes fall on Eddie.

“Eddie is here!” Dawn smiles brightly. Gareth looks up and you can see him sigh. Jeff is the only one who smiles at you. He grins and gives you a smile wave to which you eagerly return.

Once in front of all of them you can’t help but slink into Eddie’s side. Gareth swigs his beer while rolling his eyes and Jeff quickly elbows him.

“Hey guys.” Eddie moves from you and you find yourself standing awkwardly hands at your side. Eddie hugs the girls and before fist bumping the guys. He moves to stand back at your side to which you welcome. You wraps his arm around your shoulder and you take this moment to hide from Dawns bright blue eyes.

“Cute dress.” She hums. Nodding to you slightly. Her comment makes Gareth chuckle and you can’t help but feel like you’re the butt of a joke here.

“Thanks.” You say softly.

“Gemma should be here soon.” Gareth grins widely at Eddie and wiggles his brows. You almost wonder if your missing something. Jeff rolls his eyes and looks at you with a sad smile.

“Cool.” Eddie hums.

“Speak of the devil and she shall appear.” Crystal smirks looking over your shoulder. You and Eddie turn to look and your eyes nearly drop from your skull.

In front of you is a tall girl with a bright smile walking towards you guys. Her long black hair is straight and falls smoothly over her shoulders. Her top is a tight green tank top with rips all about and she’s wearing a tight little black leather skirt to go with. When you finally get to her shoes you see tall black strappy heels.

She looks like a model. A rockstar’s girlfriend.

When she finally reaches you she immediately holds out her arms and smiles.

“Hi Eds.” She hums and wraps her arms around him causing him to let you go and quickly wrap his around around her waist. They squeeze each other tightly and when she pulls back you don’t miss her glancing at his lips.

You feel like vomiting. You feel so small and insignificant around her. Not only was she tall and gorgeous, her and Eddie looked like the picture perfect metal couple.

Her eyes shift to you and she grins. “Cute dress.” She hums and extends her hand. “I’m Gemma. You must be?”

You freeze when her hand touches yours. She has the smoothest skin. “Y/n.” You squeak.

“Cute.” She hums again. She then passes you and begins to hug the others.

Soon enough all of you are standing in a circle chatting. Well they are all chatting. You are standing quietly beside Eddie gripping his jacket sleeve.

When Gemma laughs it’s angelic you think to yourself as you watch Eddie watch her.

“So Eds.” Gemma smirks at him. “How have you been. Babe.” She punctuates the last word and you quickly look away from the two of them. You glance around the bar behind you before looking back, eyes landing on Jeff who is watching you. You smile softly and he returns the favor before taking another swig of beer.

“I’ve been good. What about you?” He smiles at her and you feel your stomach turn. This was a bad idea. Your brother was right. You should’ve just stayed home and watched shitty romance movies with him. You would much rather wonder how Eddie was acting around his ex rather than see it in full swing.

“Lonely. I’ve missed seeing you…” her eyes flick to you and then back to Eddie. “All of you of course.”

“You should come around more often.” Gareth cuts in quickly.

“I think I might just.” Gemma hums. As she twirls her hair around her finger.

“We’d all love that!” Dawn grins brightly.

“Yea!” Crystal giggles and spits her drink.

“How about you Eds, babe.” Gemma smirks at him and her eyes narrow. She points at him with her long sharp nail. “Do you miss having me around.”

You can’t help but glance down at you nails. Short and honestly a bit dirty from gardening earlier. You garden when you have to much on your mind and honestly. You wish you were gardening now.

“Sure I do Gem.” Eddie’s voice is gentle and sweet with her. And you don’t miss the nickname. God you feel sickly and invisible.

“Y/n.” Jeff says softly to get your attention. You look at him, ripping your eyes away from Eddie and Gemma. As they stare at each other, standing directly across from one another.

“Hm?” Jeff, who stands across from you smiles as you hum in response.

“You okay? You look… pale.” Jeff’s words seem to catch Eddie’s attention as you looks down at you for the first time in a while.

“Baby? You okay?” He hums and places his hand on your cheek.

You nod. “I’m good. Just thirsty I think. I’ll go get myself a drink.”

“I’ll come with you.” He hums.

“Get me my usual won’t you Eds?” Gemma smiles at him, batting her eyes. You felt a bit angry at this but more than anything. You felt sick.

“Sure Gem.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You and Eddie wait at the bar for the drinks as you watch the hideout patrons busy dancing and laughing. From here you can’t see Eddie’s friends and honestly. It sends a wave of relief over you.

“Baby.” Eddie’s voice breaks you from your staring. You look up at him and he smiles at you. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?”

“I don’t think your friends like me very much.” You force a small laugh but Eddie’s face shifts from smiley to serious.

“Sure they do. What’s not to like about you.” He grabs your face with both his hands and presses his lips firmly to yours. You melt into him a bit until he pulls back. “You just gotta jump in okay? Speak up and they’ll love you! Just like I do.” You raise your brow at this and he chuckles. “Okay maybe not just like I do.” He smirks as his hands slide down your body and quickly find your ass.

He pulls you into his body and hums to himself slightly before meeting your gaze with big brown eyes filled with lust. “If we were alone. I’d wreck you. In this pretty pastel dress.” He smirks causing you to blush deeply.

You shove your face into his chest and shake your head. “Eddie!” You giggle into him and he chuckles back.

“Gimme a kiss.” He says quickly. You pull back without hesitation and lean up onto your tiptoes. He squeezes your ass tightly as your lips meet and then pulls back. “I gotta use the bathroom. Will you take the drinks back to the group?”

“You…” you want to say… ‘you want me to take this back and hangout with your friends alone?!’ But instead you stop yourself and smile. “Okay. Yeah. Sure.”

“Baby bat. Don’t be nervous. You’re too lovable for any of them to hate you.” He quickly kisses your cheek and heads off into the back of the bar.

You grab your water and chug it down before grabbing Eddie and Gemma’s beers which you don’t miss the fact that they are the same. You start to head back over and just as they come into view again a guy accidentally cuts you off. You don’t mind as you try to slip past him while he talks with a friends.

As you try to weave your way back to them you half when you hear Gareth’s voice. “I told you she was freaky.” He chuckles and you hear laughter from several others.

“What is she wearing by the way?” Gemma’s smooth voice breaks through the music.

“Oh! She always dresses like that!” Crystals voice this time.

“She looks like a wannabe Barbie.” Gemma laughs cause the others to join.

“Oh and she is always clinging to Eddie like a lost puppy. It’s annoying!” Gareth slurs his way through the sentence. Then you hear Jeff cut in.

“Hey. She’s just different from us.” He adds in and you feel a bit protected but it doesn’t stop the others.

“I can’t believe Eddie actually likes her. I mean she’s not exactly his type.” Gemma scoffs.

“Yea! When they first started dating I literally laughed in his face I couldn’t believe it. She’s like a child to be honest. Always dressed like a doll.” Gareth jabs. More laughter erupts. You feel the tears pricking your eyes.

“We’ll. It’s still early in the relationship. He has time to change his mind.” Crystal says.

“Yea. To make the right decision.” Dawn giggles.

“I just don’t see what he sees in her.” Gemma says harshly. “I mean. We were much more compatible than whatever the fuck she is. I mean. She’s literally a pint sized, pastel covered nightmare.”

“Well. Eddie was totally flirting with you tonight. I think the old spark was coming back to him.” Crystal giggles like a schoolyard girl.

“Yea. I noticed that. Honestly. Do you guys think if I gave him the option he’d actually choose her. I don’t think so.” Gemma says cockily.

“Honestly. That was my plan. Get you here to knock some sense back into Eddie. Cause there is no way I can handle being around her much longer.” Gareth groans.

“What? Why would you do that?” Jeff asks sharply.

“Because she’s annoying Jeff.”

“She never says anything to us. She’s nothing but nice. I don’t understand y’all. Plus Eddie seems to actually like her why would you wanna ruin that.”

“Oh please Jeff. He only likes her cause Gemma was out of the picture.” Crystal cuts in.

“Ya think? I honestly can’t with how sexy he looks tonight.” Gemma practically moans as she finishes her sentence.

“Bottom line is. Y/n is annoying. And she’s got to go.” Gareth hums casually.

Just then the guy and his friend decide to head to the bar and you are there staring at the group. You blink back your tears as their eyes land on you. Gareth shrinks back when he sees you. His eyes going wide. Jeff frown at you with sad eyes and Gemma and the girls all try to hide their giggles.

You quickly walk over to them and smile but you know it probably looks sad.

“Eddie is in the bathroom but wanted you to get you drink. So here ya go.” You smile at Gemma having to tilt your head up slightly.

Gemma takes the drink from your hand and smiles. “Thanks.” She immediately takes a swig. “You drink as well?” She questions.

You nod but shrug “Yeah but not tonight. This is Eddie’s.” You look down to the floor briefly.

“Mmm so he still gets my usual. How sweet.” Gemma hums. You look up and her eyes are still on you. Everyone’s eyes are on you. The only one who seems nervous that you heard though seems to be Gareth.

“Yeah sweet.” You force a smile. “Actually could you hold this for him. I’m gonna go make a call.” You hand her his drink and she grins like an animal.

“Sure.”

“Who are you calling?” Jeff asks quickly. His eyes scanning you with what seems like worry.

“My brother.” You frown and turn away.

“Awe cute.” Gemma giggles.

As you rush away back towards the bar and phone you hear Gemma laugh loudly. “You think she heard us?”

~~~~~~~~~

“Steve you were right.” You sob into the phone finally letting the tears streak down your cheeks.

“What happened?!” Steve says into the phone and you can heard him grabbing his car keys already. And you are beyond thankful.

“Please just come get me.”

“I’m coming. I’m coming. Stand out front. I’ll be there in five.”

The hideout was ten minutes away but you knew your brother would be here in five just like he said. You hang up the phone and sniffle before pushing your way to the front door.

As you step out into the cool night air and shivered a bit. You rub your hands up and down your arms praying Steve would get there quicker.

Suddenly you feel a hand on your shoulder and you spin around. You half expect to be met with Eddie’s worried brown eyes but instead you are met with a random stranger.

“Whatcha doing out here s’all lone?” The man slurs.

You shrug his hand off your shoulder and step back.

“Waiting on my brother.” You say flatly.

“Why don’t you come back in and let me buy you a drink, pretty thing.” He reaches out for you again but stumble back once more.

“No thanks. Please. Just leave me alone.” You practically beg but it seems to only upset the man.

He grabs you by your shoulders and squeezes you.

“No need to be a bitch.” He spits and you turn your face away from him. “Just come inside with me. Or bet yet my car is over there.”

“No I don’t want to!” You feel you heart beat pick up and you try to yank free but only manage to get away enough for him to grab both of your wrists.

His grip is so tight you know they will be sore if not bruise by tomorrow. “Please let me go.” You practically cry out as he starts to tug you towards his car. You hear a car pull into the lot and you yank yourself back from the man against but he still doesn’t release your wrist.

“Let go of me!” You scream out and you hear a car door slam.

“HEY!” The sound of your brothers voice echoes across the parking lot. You hear gravel beneath his feet and just as he approaches you she the hideout doors open from behind the man and you see Eddie with all his friends behind him.

Eddie’s eyes widen and you can see him start to move into action but your brother beats him to it. Taking a baseball bat to the man’s back.

“Get the fuck away from her.” The man immediately lets you go and you practically fall back into Steve’s arms.

Steve squeezes you into his chest and points the bat at the man who is now sprawled out in the gravel lot.

“You ever touch my sister again and I’ll beat your face in.” Then Steve quickly points the bat at Eddie. “And where were you?! Fucker!” Steve let’s you go and moves towards Eddie whose eyes are fixated on you.

“Baby! Are you okay?” His voice is strained and his face looks as if he is in physical pain.

“She’s good! No thanks to you or your asshole friends. You stay the fuck away from her, Munson.” Steve walks closer to Eddie making him rip his eyes away from you and focus on him.

“Steve I-“

“You stay away from us. Don’t you ever even think-“

“Steve stop!” You shout as you stomp over to him. You rip the bat from his hand and swing it over your shoulder. “Let’s just go.”

“Y/n” Eddie’s voice pleads from behind you. You whip around to meet his eyes but you can help but notice all his friends staring at you too.

You turn back to your brother and shove the bat into his chest. “I just wanna go home.” You huff. Anger about the whole night begins to set in. Steve glares at Eddie and then looks to you.

“You said you would keep her safe.” Steve says simply. “I trusted you.” He huffs and grabs your arms gently and starts leading you to the car that is still on and sitting in the center of the lot.

“Y/n wait please!” You hear Eddie from behind you and it seems like he’s about to follow you until you hear Gemma’s voice.

“Just wait Eds. Let them go.”

And he does. He lets you go.

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You were right about your wrists. They are bruised pretty bad as you slide your garden gloves on.

After you got home Steve demanded to know what happened. After your telling of the night Steve was a little less mad at Eddie and more mad at his friends but he still wouldn’t let go of the fact that he trusted Eddie to keep you safe and he failed.

In your eyes Eddie didn’t fail. You were the one who left. And without telling Eddie. Which Steve scolded you for. But he couldn’t really be mad when you started crying about how mean his friends were and how beautiful Gemma was.

You slide open the back door and begin to step out until you hear Steve walk into the room.

“How you feeling?” He asks.

You turn to face him and sigh. “I miss Eddie.” You admit. Maybe Gareth was right. Maybe you’re annoyingly clingy. Because all you wanted right now was to curl up in Eddie’s lap and stroke his hair. You missed him even though it’s only the next morning.

“Y/n. I’m sorry I snapped last night. I know he wasn’t really… the problem. But… if he shows up here I’m punching him in his nose.” Steve crosses his arms and you giggle. Your brother is protective but there is no way he’s going to punch your boyfriend.

If Eddie even still wants to be your boyfriend. After the scene you caused last night you’re sure his friends have talked him out of it. If anything you’re sure he’ll show up just to break up.

“Okay Steve. Whatever you say.”

“You going to the garden?” He asks softly and you simply nod. “Want some company?”

You shake your head and turn to head outside. “I just wanna be alone right now.”

~~~~~~~~~~

About an hour passes of you crying into the soil of your lilies. You can’t help but let the tears roll down your face. Replaying the night over and over again. Wondering if there was something you did to encourage them to talk that way about you. Maybe they were right. You were just a pastel nightmare. An annoying girlfriend. Why would Eddie chose you when someone like Gemma wants him?

You sigh as you weakly pull at a weed. And pull and pull and pull. So weakly it barely moves from the soil. You cry harder.

You look down at yourself. Jeans covered in dirt at the knees. Dirty old shirt hanging loosely around your frame. Your hair in a ponytail. You were a mess. Gemma probably never looked like such a mess. God. There is not a doubt in your mind that Eddie is going to end up choosing her but damn if it doesn’t break your heart.

You sniffle as you tug at the weed once more. Still no movement.

“You’re probably gonna have to pull harder than that, baby.” Eddie’s sweet voice makes you jump. You quickly wipe your puffy eyes with your sleeves and turn to face him. You stay huddled in the dirt on your knees as you look up at him. The sun beating down on his back.

He stands before you in jeans and a loose shirt and smiles down at you until his eyes settle on yours. He frowns deeply. “Baby. How much have you been crying?!” He drops to his knees in front of you and grabs your face causing you to shift and turn your whole body towards him. “Baby.” He coos as he runs his calloused thumbs over your puffy cheeks.

“Sorry.” You sniffle and pull your gloves off to wipe your eyes. As you do Eddie gently grabs your arms and pulls your hands down in front of him.

You watch as his teeth grit and jaw clench while he softly rubs the bruises on your wrists. “Do they hurt?” He says continuing to stare at them.

“No.” You rush to answer. He glances up to you and squints.

“My love.” He says lowly.

“A little.” You frown. And he sighs.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers his voice breaking as he does.

“It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have left without telling you.”

“I should’ve been there.” He huffs as he rubs your wrist again and you see his knuckles all black and blue.

“Eddie what happened?!” You shift and it’s your turn to grab his hands. You frown and look up into his eyes. His brown eyes narrow and he grimaces. “Eddie.”

“Steve only got in one good hit. I did the rest of the work that’s all.” He says this so calmly you almost feel as if you shouldn’t be worried. But you are.

“What?! Why would you do that?!” You stare into his eyes and he chuckles.

“Baby bat. He can’t just do this to you and get away with it. I had to beat his teeth in.”

“Eddie!” You gasp and he smiles at you. “You didn’t hurt him too badly did you?” His grin grows when you say this.

“Only you would be worried about your attacker.” Eddie shakes his head causing his curls to fall around his shoulders.

“I’m not worried about him! I’m worried about you. You could’ve gotten hurt or ended up in jail!” You watch as his face falls and he blushes. “You ended up in jail?!” You groan and he chuckles.

“It was only overnight. Hopper let me go once I told him what happened.”

“Eddie.” You practically whine and before you can say anything Eddie leans in and kisses you softly. You lean into him until you hear him whine a bit. You pull back and stare at him. “You okay?”

“Uh yea… it’s just my nose. Your brother got in a good one.” Eddie’s sentence makes your jaw drop.

“He actually hit you?!�� You grab his face and scan it intensely causing his cheeks to squish in a bit.

“Yesh.” He says. His lips puckered and squished. You let go of his face and pull back. “I deserved it. Plus it was only one punch. I don’t think he broke anything.” Eddie shrugs.

“Eds I’m so-“ you stop. Eds. It feels tainted now.

“Hey what just happened?” He grabs your hand and pulls it to his chest. “Where did you just go.”

You shake your head and shrug pulling your hand back. And suddenly you realize your hand is on his knee as well. You pull that back too. You are too clingy.

“Hey hey hey. What’s going on baby bat?” He searches your face as you try to avoid eye contact.

“Nothing. I just… it’s nothing.”

“Look at me.” He says gently. “Please.”

You look up and immediately are met with his gentle brown doe eyes.

“Jeff told me everything that happened. Said you probably heard most of it if not all of it.” Eddie frowns as he grabs you hand once more. He brings it to his lips and gently kisses your knuckles. “No matter what you heard. It’s not true.”

You shake your head a bit. “That’s the thing though. It is.” You go to drop you head but Eddie takes his other hand and grabs your chin.

“It’s not. You are far from a nightmare.” He grabs at your waist now with both hands and pulls you into his lap. He shifts so he is crisscrossed and you are straddling his hips. “You are not annoying. You are not any of the things those assholes said. Besides pint sized.” He jokes and you can’t help but smile.

His thumbs dip under your shirt and rub circles into your hips as he continues to talk.

“And most importantly. I do not want anyone besides you. All the scheming in the world would not make me want to leave you. Gemma is a ghost of the past. And now you can see why I left her there.” He stares into your eyes and continues to rub your skin.

“Oh yes. Her overwhelming beauty, style, and commonality with you. Yes. Makes sense.” You sigh and go to look away but Eddie captures your lips with his. He smiles when you start to kiss him back and then he quickly pulls back. Giving you one more peck before continuing.

“You are everything she is not. You are kind. Caring. Gentle. Beautiful. Loving. And most importantly you are nothing like me.” He grins and you shake your head a bit.

“I wanna be like you.” You frown. And all he can do is chuckle.

“My love, I wanna be like you.” His gentle smile is contagious and your lips tug up into a grin as well.

“She likes you.” You whisper.

“I love you.” He whispers back. Your eyes widen as you stare at him. Searching his face for a joke or hint of one. He stays serious which he doesn’t often do.

“You what?” You quickly place your hands on his shoulders as if to stabilize yourself.

“I love you. Only a few months in and I’m head over heels in love with you my baby bat. I don’t want anyone but you. I go to bed and think of you. I dream of you. Then I wake up and think of you again. My every moment is consumed by thoughts of you and your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your kindness, your everything. I don’t care what any of those fucks think of you or me or us. It’s our relationship. You’re my baby. No one needs to understand us but us. Sure. You’re bubbly and kind and covered in flowers and dirt most of the time while I’m sweaty and standoffish and covered in leather and metal but that’s us. And I love us. I love you. I’m so in love with you it hurts. It hurts to be away from you. It hurts to see you cry. It hurts to know I let you get hurt. I’m so stupidly and happily in love it drives me fucking wild. I just can’t get enough of you ever. I love when you cling to my jacket and hide in my side. I love when you whisper to me when you’re nervous. I love when you-“

You smash your lips into his causing him to lean back a bit. You wrap your hands up in his hair and tug gently as his hands travel up and down your back pulling you in as close as he can get you. You kiss him until you’re both out of breath and his eyes are blown out black circles. When you pull back you stare at him with flushed cheeks and smile.

“I’m in love with you too.” You smile as you nudge your nose against his forgetting momentarily about your brothers punch until Eddie hisses softly. You pull back and grab his face. “Oh! I’m sorry!” You cry out and he chuckles.

“Come back here.” He whines and pulls your face back to his. Foreheads touching and he closes his eyes.

As you sit here all your worries wash away. Eddie loves you. He’s in love with you. That’s all you want. That’s all you need.

Eddie’s hands gently run up and down your back and he hums softly.

“They said I dress like a doll.” You sigh. “Is that true?” You wonder. Not really offended anymore. Not now that you had Eddie wrapped around you. More just curious.

Eddie pulls back gently and scans you. “You aren’t dressed like a doll now.” He points out but you squint. You gasp and point at his face.

“You think I dress like I doll!”

“Not all the time!!” He whines and quickly covers your face in kisses. You giggle until he settle his head on your shoulder. Hiding his face away in your neck. His warm breath fanning your skin sending shivers down your spine.

Suddenly Eddie licks a strip up your neck till he reaches your ear. He nibbles at your ear and sighs softly and you tighten your hands in his hair.

“Besides. I like when you dress like a doll if it means you wear that sexy little dress of yours.” He practically moans in your ear and you can’t help but sigh into him. “In fact I love all your little dresses. Especially that little green number you got.” He gently kisses your neck before nipping at your skin. You let out a soft moan and he grins against your skin.

You both sit there for a moment as Eddie lays soft kisses along your neck.

“Why don’t we go inside and I’ll slip into that green dress.” You whisper shyly and Eddie snaps up. You giggle when he scans your face and smirks.

“Awe. You wanna put it on just for me to take it off again? Hmm.” He leans and pecks your lips softly. “Seems time consuming but I’ll be damned if I don’t wanna see you put it on.”

“Come on. You know your favorite part is taking them off. Im being generous.” You smirk.

“God I love you like this. Let’s go!”

Eddie helps you off his lap and jumps to his feet. He grabs your hand and the two of you stumble over each other to get inside. Wandering past Steve, giggling at each other and rushing up the stairs to your bedroom.

As Eddie basically slams the door shut you pick the green dress up off the floor and disappear into your closet. Quickly you change and when you come back out into the room Eddie is sitting on your bed with a soft smile on his face.

When he sees you his face falls and his eyes widen. "Damnit. Okay." He huffs mostly to himself as he sits up a bit straighter on your bed.

"What?" You giggle as you twirl around in front of him. You can barely finish the turn before Eddie grabs your hips and pulls you closer. Now you stand between his legs and he stares up at you with a shit eating grin plastered across his lips.

"You're too beautiful. I can't think." He groans and throws his head back causing you to laugh loudly.

"I was actually gonna wear this last night but got too nervous." You hum gently as your hands find his chest and gently run up and down his shirt.

He snaps his head up and gapes at you. "Are you kidding me?!" He shakes his head and leans into your stomach for a moment before pulling back to look into your eyes once more. "Actually it's probably good you didn't wear this cause... we would've both been in that bathroom."

His smirk provokes a giggle from you. he grabs your hips and squeezes them before planting a kiss on the side of your ribs.

"Wanna skip to your favorite part? Taking this thing off." You smirk causing his eyes to meet yours and he smirks.

"Fuck yes." He moans out as he quickly moves you both. He tosses you back onto your bed and you giggle up at him as he crawls over you. Running his hand up the side of your thigh. "On Second thought... let's keep it on." He smirks.

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That's all folks. Let me know what you think about this! Hope you all enjoyed the angsty romance.

Peace and Love, Babes.

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[beegalactica]

Comparison is the thief of joy.

In a world where it seems like everyone else is doing so much better than you, how do you stop comparing yourself to them? You know it's unhealthy and unhelpful but you just can't seem to help it. Don't worry, I've been there and I know exactly what it's like.

Why We Compare Ourselves

Whether we're comparing our appearance; from our eyes to our hair, to even the shape of our fingers; or the grades that we get; the outfits we wear; or the person we are; I believe comparison stems from our insecurities. We may feel like we're not enough in our own right, so we look for people we think are better than us to justify it.

For me over this past week, I've been comparing myself a lot, and that's fine. I can be this confident and self-assured person, but I I still have moments where I don't feel like that - it's just how life works.

My first point of comparison was with a grade that I got in class. I got the second highest and of course, the first thing that popped into my mind was not how good I did on my own, but what I didn't do that relegated me to second place. Reflection is great for improving and bettering yourself, but you know that it has crossed the point into harmful comparison when you start to think: "I'm better than this person at x, y and z so how could they do better than me here?" We often resort to mentally trying to put the other person down so we don't feel so alone 'below' them, but that perpetuates unnecessary negativity.

My second point of comparison had to do with my 'love life'. There is a guy that I like, but we didn't work out, and now the thought of him possibly getting with someone else made me feel so low. It felt like a rejection in the worst way. It felt like the world was saying to me that "I wasn't good enough", not that the timing wasn't right or that it just wasn't meant to be. Obviously, I spent a lot of my time looking at the girl, thinking about all the ways she was prettier than me, taller than me, skinnier than me, etc. I started trying to pull her down in my mind, thinking of all the flaws that she 'had', to hide the fact that I was just insecure that I wasn't enough on my own.

But I refuse to let these events take a toll on my mental health and turn me into a bitter, jealous person because I know that I'm better than that, and I know that you are too.

How To Stop Comparing Yourself

To be honest, I don't know if I can ever get to a point where nothing can faze me at all, because I am human at the end of the day. What I do know is ways to cope and stop myself from spiralling as a result:

Accept the situation - accept the fact that it is what it is. I believe that things happen in life to teach me a lesson or to show me how I can come out of it stronger, and the first step in that journey is to accept that it happened. If things are meant to work out in the end, they will.

Plan your next steps - what are you going to do to give yourself peace of mind? In my case, I'll just have to work harder but also learn to congratulate myself more for the things that I do. I will also have to take some time to figure out why I have these insecurities and work on ways to uplift myself.

Affirm, affirm, affirm - I believe positive affirmations are amazing because who knows you better than you? If I say that I am a smart, hardworking person who is perfect just the way they are, who dares to tell me that I'm not? If I say that I am enough, how can anyone prove that I'm not? Sometimes your biggest enemy can really be your self-concept, but you need to train it to face setbacks and use them to further prove that you are above it all based on the way you deal with it.

Don't act out - don't become a hateful person. It can be hard because we think that it is the only thing that will make us feel better, but it makes us the same as all those other people who seek to pull others down to uplift themselves. Don't let a temporary event change your character.

Comparison is inevitable because the way that our world works is rooted in competition - who is the best? who is the prettiest? who is the smartest? But if you can answer all of those questions saying that you are, then don't let little things get you down. Life is all about growing and evolving, but don't forget to take a moment to celebrate your strengths and remind yourself of just how amazing you are.

You are enough.

I am enough.

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[untoldreader]

A Storm of Emotions

Wandanat x Reader (Wanda & Natasha)

Chapter 2

The news of our impending parenthood had settled within our hearts, filling us with a blend of joy, excitement, and trepidation. As the days turned into weeks, our emotions became entangled in a storm of uncertainty and angst.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting shadows across the room, the weight of our worries hung heavy in the air. Wanda, Natasha, and I sat together on the couch, a somber atmosphere enveloping us.

"I can't help but feel scared," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Bringing a child into our world, our dangerous world... What if we can't protect them? What if they inherit powers that become a burden?"

Wanda's usually confident demeanor wavered as she took my hand in hers, her grip firm yet gentle. "I understand your fears, my love," she said softly. "But we'll face whatever challenges come our way together. We'll protect our child with everything we have."

Natasha, her eyes filled with empathy, leaned closer, her presence a grounding force. "We've seen darkness and fought against it," she assured me. "Our experiences have shaped us into strong individuals who can guide and protect our child. We won't let fear consume us."

Tears welled up in my eyes as their words wrapped around my heart like a comforting embrace. Their unwavering support was a balm to my anxious soul. Still, doubts lingered, clouding my thoughts like a persistent fog.

"What if I'm not cut out to be a parent?" I choked out, my voice laced with self-doubt. "What if I make mistakes? What if I can't give our child the love and care they deserve?"

Wanda's eyes softened, her gaze unwavering. "Y/N, you have a heart that overflows with love. You've shown it to us every day. Parenting is a learning experience, and mistakes are inevitable. But it's the love we give that shapes our children. And I have no doubt that you'll be an amazing parent."

Natasha's voice resonated with reassurance. "None of us are perfect, Y/N. We'll stumble, but we'll learn and grow with our child. Together, we'll create a nurturing environment filled with love, understanding, and support."

Their words washed over me, soothing the doubts that had plagued my mind. In their presence, I found solace and strength. Together, we would navigate the challenges that lay ahead, drawing on the bond we shared.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The anticipation of our child's arrival grew, overshadowed only by the lingering shadows of our concerns. Yet, amidst the angst, moments of joy and hope managed to find their way into our lives.

Wanda, with her extraordinary powers, would gently cradle my growing belly, her touch imbued with a tender connection to our unborn child. Natasha, ever the protector, would research and ensure our home was safe, leaving no stone unturned.

Together, we would attend prenatal check-ups, listening to the rhythmic heartbeat that echoed through the room, a reminder of the life we had created. We would immerse ourselves in books, seeking knowledge, and preparing for the challenges ahead.

As the due date drew near, a mixture of excitement and nervousness filled our hearts once again. The storm of emotions that had consumed us for months now intensified, the anticipation almost palpable.

But amidst the turmoil, we held onto each other, finding solace and strength in our love and unwavering commitment. We knew that together, we would weather any storm, for the love we shared surpassed any obstacle that lay in our path.

And so, with bated breath and hearts entwined, we awaited the moment when our lives would be forever changed, and the miraculous arrival of our child would fill our world with a love more profound than we could ever fathom.

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[marinawolf]

Lena asks Eliza if she can get her Lasanga and chocolate pecan pie recipes so she can make them for Kara. Then Lena gets a truck load of motherly love from Eliza and then Kara of course.

Cute prompt- here you go, I hope you like it:

Food, Love and Later (Supercorp)

by marinawolf

Lena's heart raced as she made her way up the steps to Kara's apartment. She couldn't help but feel a mix of nerves and anxiety bubbling inside her. Lena was never one to care if anyone liked her or not, unless that person happened to be Kara. She had always been self-assured and confident, but when it came to Kara and her family, she found herself wanting desperately to be liked. And now, as she was about to meet Kara's mother, Eliza Danvers, for the first time, she really wanted to make a good impression.

Standing outside Kara's apartment, clutching a box of fancy chocolates and a bottle of vintage wine in her hands, she took a deep breath and knocked on Kara's door.

Her heart raced as she heard footsteps approaching from the other side. When the door swung open, Lena's breath caught in her throat. Kara stood before her, looking breathtakingly beautiful with a smile that could light up the whole city.

"Hey, beautiful," Kara greeted, her blue eyes sparkling. She leaned in and kissed Lena softly before pulling her into the apartment. "I'm so glad you're here."

Lena couldn't help but melt into the kiss, the warmth of Kara's lips easing her nerves slightly. She stepped inside and glanced around the familiar space, feeling a mix of excitement and trepidation. Kara's apartment had become a second home to her over the past months, but this was a significant step in their relationship.

Kara turned towards her, her eyes sparkling with affection. "Eliza, this is Lena," she introduced, her voice filled with pride. "My girlfriend."

"It's so nice to finally meet you, Lena," Eliza said, stepping forward to hug her, "Kara has told me so much about you."

Lena felt her tension fade away as she returned the embrace, the genuine warmth of Eliza's hug putting her at ease.

As they settled around Kara's living room for dinner, Lena couldn't help but notice the spread before them—pizza and potstickers, comfort food at its finest. And amidst it all, she saw that Kara had made a salad and had made a point of placing a few leaves of lettuce on her own plate. Lena smiled. Lena was always bugging Kara to eat more greens, and it seemed like she had gotten through to her girlfriend. It was a small gesture, but it made Lena's heart ache with happiness.

The conversation flowed effortlessly as Eliza regaled them with stories of Kara's childhood escapades. Lena listened intently, finding herself laughing at the tales of Kara sneaking out to fly around at night, almost giving Eliza a heart attack when she spotted Kara hovering outside her window in the middle of the night. Eliza told her about Kara accidentally burning up her bed with her heat vision in an attempt to secretly make s'mores in her bedroom, crying about the burnt s'more instead of her bed being on fire.

Lena laughed at the adorable anecdotes, her hand finding its way into Kara's. The simple touch brought her comfort and a sense of belonging. She glanced at Kara, who returned the look with a beaming smile.

After dinner, Lena mustered up the courage to extend an invitation to Eliza and Kara. "Why don't you both come to dinner at my place on Saturday? I would love to cook something," she offered before she could stop herself. She knew that she must have looked slightly terrified as she spoke, but she had a reason- she was not a very good cook. So why on earth did she just offer to cook for Kara's family?

Eliza's eyes lit up with delight. "That sounds lovely, Lena. We would be delighted to join you," she replied graciously. Despite her cooking concerns, Lena couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the prospect of hosting Kara and her mother in her own home.

"Great! I'll make sure to invite Alex as well," Lena added.

As they made their way towards the door, Lena couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and hope. Meeting Kara's mother had turned out better than she could have ever imagined, and the prospect of hosting them at her penthouse filled her with excitement. Lena was determined to make this dinner a memorable one, filled with laughter and love.

--

Lena paced back and forth in her kitchen on Saturday afternoon, her mind racing with thoughts of what to prepare for the special dinner. Cooking was never her strong suit, but she couldn't let that deter her. She was determined to make something memorable for Kara and her family, and also, she knew that Kara had an unabashed love affair with food.

Taking a deep breath, Lena reassured herself. "It's just science,” she muttered to herself. "If I follow a recipe precisely, it should turn out fine." But what could she make?

A memory flickered in Lena's mind, and she remembered Kara mentioning how Eliza used to make lasagna and pecan pie for their special family dinners. The thought of recreating those dishes for Kara brought a smile to her face. She quickly reached for her phone and dialed Eliza's number.

After a few rings, it went to voicemail, and Lena left a message, her voice filled with nervousness. "Hi, Eliza. It's Lena. I was wondering if you could share your lasagna and pecan pie recipes with me. I'd love to surprise Kara with a special dinner tonight."

Sometime later, just as Lena was beginning to lose hope, a knock echoed through her apartment. Opening the door, Lena was greeted by the warm smile of Eliza Danvers.

"Eliza, hello" Lena said, slightly surprised.

Eliza chuckled softly and said, "I received your message, and seeing how terrified you looked at the thought of cooking, I thought I'd come and help out."

Lena was relieved, and grateful. "Thank you, Eliza. That means a lot to me. I really want tonight to be special for Kara."

With Eliza's guidance, the two women embarked on their culinary adventure. Lena diligently followed Eliza's directions, chopping, stirring, and measuring ingredients.

As they worked side by side, Eliza looked up at Lena.

"You make my daughter happy. It makes me happy to see her that way." Eliza said, her voice filled with genuine affection.

Lena’s hands stilled, the knife hovering over the chopping board. She knew she wanted Eliza to like her, but she didn’t realize how much she had craved her acceptance. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before responding.

"Thank you, Eliza," Lena replied, her voice tinged with emotion. "I'm lucky to have her."

"I can see how much you care for Kara, Lena. She's lucky to have you, too, you know?."

Tears welled up in Lena's eyes as Eliza's words resonated deeply within her. She had wondered whether her surname would be a cause for concern for Eliza, worried that Eliza wouldn’t want her daughter to be with a Luthor. She had always experienced distrust from people, despite her efforts to rise above her family’s dark legacy.

"Thank you," Lena whispered, her voice trembling.

"Are you okay?" Eliza asked, her brows furrowed in motherly concern that Lena had never experienced before.

"I'm fine," Lena laughed, swiping away at the tears that threatened to fall, "It's just that most people see can’t see past my last name. With my family’s reputation, I’m not someone they'd immediately trust. This is different, so thank you."

Eliza reached out and took Lena's hand

"Lena, I know being a Luthor is difficult, but I can also see how much you’ve done to rise above that legacy. I see a compassionate, caring, and strong person who has grown so much, and I’m certain that when people hear the Luthor name now, they will be thinking about this amazing young woman doing so much good."

Lena's breath caught in her throat. Eliza's words filled a void she hadn't realized existed—a yearning for maternal love, for acceptance

"I think," Eliza continued, "that the Luthor name is lucky to have you, and we are honored to have you in our family."

"Thank you, Eliza," Lena whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Lena and Eliza finished up the meal, dusting off their aprons and laughing, both excited to see Kara's reaction. When Eliza left to go get ready for the dinner, Lena readied the table, setting out everything with care. The pecan pie looked delicious, and Lena's stomach growled at the sight of the lasagna.

--

As Kara, Alex, and Eliza arrived for dinner, Lena's breath caught in her throat at the sight of Kara. No matter how much time she spent with Kara, time seemed to stand still for Lena whenever Kara walked into a room.

Kara had chosen a stunning dress that accentuated her every curve, and her silky hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face. The absence of Kara's glasses revealed her captivating blue eyes, sparkling like the clearest sapphire, drawing Lena into their depths. From the moment she had met Kara, Lena could see her life unfolding in those pools of blue.

Lena's heart fluttered as their eyes met, a silent connection brimming with affection and desire. Kara pulled her in for a hug, placing a quick soft kiss on Lena's neck before anyone could notice.

After their greetings , Lena gracefully poured the wine and led them to the table, her gaze never straying far from Kara's enchanting presence.

Kara, with a hint of surprise, noticed Lena's culinary efforts. "You cooked?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine astonishment.

Lena smiled, a mix of pride and bashfulness lighting up her features. "Well, I had a little help," she confessed, sharing a smile with Eliza.

As Kara's gaze shifted to the spread of dishes Lena had prepared, her eyes widened in disbelief and awe.

"You remembered," Kara uttered in awe, her voice laced with a mixture of surprise and delight.

"Of course, Kara,” she said, softly.

Unable to contain her emotions, Kara wrapped Lena in a tight hug, her warm breath tickling Lena's ear as she whispered, "And I'll show you just how grateful I am later tonight."

Lena's pulse quickened, a wave of desire igniting within her at Kara's whispered words. The promise of later filled her with a delightful anticipation, igniting a fire that danced beneath her skin.

Sitting down to dinner with Kara's family, Lena felt a sense of belonging and contentment that she had never experienced before. The table was filled with laughter, shared stories, and a genuine connection. It was a moment of togetherness, of feeling at home among loved ones.

Lena's gaze would often drift towards Kara, only to find Kara already looking at her, causing her heart to flutter. And even though sitting through dinner with Kara's family was wonderful, she couldn't wait for the later that Kara had promised.

#supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp fanfic #supergirl #kara zor el #kara x lena #fanfic #supercorp first kiss #archive of our own #lena x supergirl #incorrect supergirl quotes #supergirl incorrect quotes #cw supergirl #kara danvers x lena luthor #kara zor el x lena luthor #supercorp endgame #supercorp ao3

[vestaclinicpod]

Audio Drama Sunday - 24th March ✨

Here’s what I listened to in order to cope with my shitshow of a week!!

👻 @tellnotalespod (S2E6) GOD it’s going to be so satisfying when Leo finds out what they’re meant to be doing and can state their role with confidence. I loved the ghost in this story, she really was living her best life before she started slipping 🥲 I’m so glad Leo could help! It was CRUEL to end the episode there!!! I hope Leo is remembering what the ghost just told them - it is better to talk to people!!!!!

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (144) I’ve said this before, but I wish people could see my face while I listen to these eps!! I was AGAPE at the end of the first section but definitely finished the episode determined to kill Marolmar myself with my own tiny fists. Also!! Mr Silver?! Who is this self-assured, suave detective? (I still love him). Then the whiplash of the Pig scene… yikes. A different kind of horror but I’m here for it - unless Marolmar is going to change the genre in his ‘starting over’.

🧳 Travelling Light by @monstrousproductions (16) oh, wow, I love the gortisay so much!!! what an inventive species and I loved the exploration of feeding as a central part of their culture! and oooooh we do love a secret! I’m so excited for what’s to unfold! The Traveller was chill but omg how is Óli going to react?!

🤴InCo by @itmeblog (S3E17-19) I can feel myself becoming more and more like Nova every day, except without the balls to tell people to actually fuck off.

🌨️ @thewhitevault (10) oh my godddd!!!! what an amazing season finale! I’m so, so glad that there is more to come from Goshawk because I’m so hooked! I feel like Lauren Tucker deserves some kind of AD Oscar for her performance this season, she’s an incredible actor and I want to hear her in everything!

I plan to finish off today with my classic Sunday evening Not Quite Dead listen while I clean the flat and mentally steady myself for the week ahead. The Sunday scaries can’t hurt me while there is vampiric chaos in my ears, right? Right.

#audiodramasunday #audio drama sunday #tell no tales pod #hfth spoilers #the white vault #InCo #travelling light #not quite dead

[olderthannetfic]

please, send help. i (23y/o) think i am getting to a stage where I need to be a Cool Aunt TM for my niece (13y/o). She's been a bit too online since she had to move around a lot. She had a bit of antis mentality, but i'm trying to pull her away from it slowly. At the same time, she's been around the internet, reading 18+ yaois and shit. I did the same at her age, so I can’t say I don't understand her. But as an adult idk how to talk about this 18+ healthily with her? or do I even need to? should I leave her on her own devices? I didn't have an adult to talk about these things with growing up so idk how you're supposed to do this.

There is not way to say how my parents or sibling (her mom) would react if I drop this on them, could be +/- , but it's a bit of a lottery depending on the most recent online articles they read lately. lol. They're open to convos, but a bit religious.

I'm taking suggestions if anybody would like to give some.

P.S. I am also not a cool person, i'm pretty much a lame homebody so… i also don’t know how to be cool lol.

im so sorry idk who else to ask.

--

Ahaha. Well, don't try too hard to be ~cool~. Nothing could be more offensive to the sensibilities of a 13-year-old.

A well delivered "Oh, come on, no one really thinks that" and eye-roll in response to the more delusional anti stuff has a wonderful effect if you're offline and the person respects you. Humans in general and 13-year-olds in particular are hypersensitive about fitting in. A boring and serious lecture from an older person will set off every melodramatic "The old people don't understaaaand!" instinct, but a well-timed "LOL, WTF" causes internal panic that one has missed something. If she wants the serious and nuanced explanation, she can ask for it, but I wouldn't start there.

As for how you talk about raunchy art... it really depends on the person. If she realizes you like the same stuff, she may bring it up. I think recs are fine, and so is euphemistic "I liked the ship dynamic in this one". "I got off to this" is TMI on your part. (Well, it's TMI on her part too, but be prepared for TMI if you become the confidant of a 13-year-old.)

Honestly, as long as she's directing the conversation and you aren't sharing details of your masturbation habits, I think you'll be fine. 13-year-olds aren't babies. If they're old enough to read porny doujinshi, they're old enough to talk to a trusted adult about them.

My teen tastes were weird art films full of sex. 13 is pretty young, but within a couple of years, she'll be the age I was when I was trying to see shit like Crash. She could be anywhere from self-assured in her tastes and interested in discussing her favorite media to easily-influenced to paralyzed by guilt. Creepy grooming shit comes from groomers choosing to groom, not from the topic of sexuality being in the air. If she's reading something with even a shred of plot or romance, you can talk about that without the actual conversation being X-rated. My main concern would be to avoid her trying to impress you by consuming media she finds uncomfortable or talking about things she doesn't actually want to share. You can really only judge that by body language and tone of voice in the moment.

I mean... does "18+ yaois" mean actual BL series here that have a few sex scenes or doujinshi that are entirely porn? ('Yaoi' basically means 'PWP' and is not exactly complimentary, after all.) It's somewhat harder to talk about the latter. But I liked some pretty out-there shit as a teen and did talk to adults about it. They just let me do most of the talking.

Probably the easiest way to broach the topic is to catch her reading something and go "Oh, I read that one" or "I liked [name of BL]".

[tizzypizza]

Top 7 idol list?

I was saving this so I could draw it at some point but oh my god I am SWAMPED and can't see myself with time to do it so top list umm.

1- Shiver. I think this is self-explanatory. I love Asian women so much (I'm Asian before anyone starts raising any eyebrows) and her personality is so funny. She's incredibly theatrical and dramatic and has this big persona that she puts on that falls apart SO quickly when it comes to her friends but otherwise she is fierce!! A force to be reckoned with!! But also a sopping wet little guy.

2- Marina. I love women in STEM I LOVE women in STEM so much. My two immediate draws are like... Traditional-looking Asian woman and Smart Woman so. Marina is such a fascinating character and it's always a shame to see her so heavily uwu-ified, she's super smart and she has a lot going on besides just her attachment to Pearl!! But TBH her attachment to Pearl is part of what endeared her to me. Girl who has experienced The Horrors and is kind of a living supercomputer becomes sappy mush when Girlfriend Flashbang. She was also the one who lowkey got me into Splatoon simply by being the prettiest Nintendo character I'd ever seen as a kid.

3- Pearl. I hesitate to put Pearl above Frye because really they're super tight in my head but the only thing that knocks her up a peg is that her dialogue is a lot more fun for me to write in English (Frye talks really interestingly too! She genuinely speaks like an old man in the Japanese but that's just not reflected in the English). I love her so much because at so many moments where she could choose to be snarky or witty with Marina or anyone else, she always chooses kindness and she's always so supportive in her own spunky little way. She's so genuine and fun and silly and self assured and confident and she's so COOL. I hate drawing her hair though. I actually used to kinda hate Pearl as a kid because I fell for the forehead propaganda but I know better now.

4- Frye. LIKE I SAID in my head Frye and Pearl are tied. I love Frye she's such a sweetheart and she has such a fun fierceness about her. She cares deeply for her friends and she keeps her cool the best out of all of her friends in Deep Cut and she DANCES!! Her character design is one of the most interesting designs I've had the pleasure of drawing a shit ton of times and despite being team Shiver nearly every time I get really sad whenever she doesn't win Splatfests :( She deserves it (and tbh I think she deserved to be the leader of Deep Cut but don't @ me on that)

5- Marie. I wish I had more opinions on Marie but given that my earliest hands-on exposure to Splatoon was Sp2 when my friend used to let me walk around as her Octoling and play a little bit of Salmon Run (lost outpost my beloved wherefore art thou) and I've never played Sp1 or 2's campaign I can't really say anything about her other than I think she's really pretty. I think she's often characterized as the more flippant and low-energy one which is a cool thing to see in an idol (who are typically meant to be all smiles) but she's also really silly! She cracks a lot of jokes in the Sp3 campaign!! She's also just really cool and really pretty and white is one of my favorite colors

6- Big Man. LISTEN!!!! I LOVE HIM I REALLY DO BUT Frye-Pearl are soooo close together in my head and I feel only a little less strongly about him than Pearl but I really really love him. He's a blast to draw and honestly he's a lot more fun in the Japanese since Frye and Shiver have extremely thick accents and he's the only one who talks like Just Some Guy. He helps reign them in but he can rarely control them. He's such a lovable little dude.

7- Callie. Love the girl but I've never once resonated with her. I don't do well in the way of happy-go-lucky fun types but I don't hate her! I think she's got a lot of room to be interesting. My friend characterizes her with some flaws relating to like. Octarian prejudice which I think is pretty dope. And I'm not a huge pink fan... But I WILL say she is one of the most fun to draw.

#tiz's inbox #a loooong one #i just finished a huge assignment and i have another one i have to do which is why i am biding my time doing. irrelevant things #tiz talks

[eryiss]

[Fraxus] Multifaceted- Part 3

Or: The 5 Times Laxus Learned of a New Skill Freed Possessed, & The 1 Time He Fell Victim To Them

Summary: For the rest of the world, it had been seven years. For the members of Fairy Tail it had all been in the blink of an eye. But, for Laxus, that was more than enough time for his closest friend to seem like an entirely new person. This self assured, competent Freed was something new to Laxus, and he found himself enjoying it. Perhaps a little too much… Note: Chapter Three, perhaps the most self indulgent of them all. If you want to see Freed's performance, it’s inspired by This Video. Hope you enjoy.

Links: Ao3, Part 1, Part 2, Part 4

3: Dancing

"I can dance, if that helps."

Freed had said it so impassively that the team had almost dismissed it. They knew Freed could dance - he'd been the only one able to lead Erza in a waltz after all - but there was a difference between holding your own in a ballroom and contending with the cast of the Royal Fiore Ballet Society.

Laxus almost had ignored him, but the words lingered. Freed was a cocky son of a bitch at times, but he did know his skills and wasn't the type to brag needlessly when a mission was involved. If he had mentioned it during planning, then he had a reason.

The guild had been contacted by the Ballet Society. Their chairman had been sent a slew of threats by a supposed auditionee who had been rejected and wanted revenge. Initially the society had dismissed them, but the threats started to become more and more specific, and had been narrowed down to one specific night. Apparently on the final night of its first week, the show would 'suffer something it would never come back from'. Fairy Tail had taken the job, and the Raijinshuu had been tasked with keeping the piece on the night.

Bickslow was patrolling the theatre, acting as one of their security. Laxus and Evergreen were playing the rich, young couple on a night out. Freed was on stage. Dancing.

"You look nervous," Ever commented, leaning in as if sharing a quiet flirtation. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Laxus dismissed.

"Tell me," Evergreen pushed, looking over the small bar they'd been directed to before the show began.

"Forget it," Laxus tried again, and Ever's glare cowed him. "It's just, this sounds so stupid, but I'm nervous for him. I want him to do well. Don't want him to mess up."

"I get that. But he'll be fine; they made him audition, had him rehearse for five weeks, and gave him the most complex role in the show. They're confident he's good," Ever slipped a finger into the buttons of Laxus' tux, tugging him closer and pecking a kiss on his lips. It wasn't the first time they'd kissed during a mission - often they played the couple when needed - but it always felt weird. She then moved to press a kiss to his jaw, which was followed by a whisper. "But he better not be too good; lord knows you don't need anything else to moon over."

"What's that mean?" Laxus demanded, pulling back.

"'Oh, he's such a good chef. He cooks for me every night. He could work in any restaurant in the city.' Blah," she forced a wince, but the mischief in her eyes shone. "And then of course there's the lightning bolt you won't let out of your sight. Except on missions. Where d'you put it again? In a safe deposit box?"

"The bedside table," Laxus grunted.

"Ah yes, the bedside table you share with Freed, which I suspect is next to the bed you share with Freed."

"We don't share it that way. We alternate."

"For now," Evergreen teased.

Laxus didn't have a response to that, for two reasons. One - the main one really - was that the small bell rang and they were called to take their seats. The second reason was that, if he kept up this conversation, he might let it slip where his crochet actually was. Because, rather than tucking it away in the bedside table, he'd taken it on the job and bashfully handed it to Freed, pathetically explaining that maybe it would bring him some luck.

Dammit, Freed had smiled at him and taken it. Why the hell was he smiling so much since they got back? He had to know what it did to the people who saw it. The squirmy, messy feeling that it evoked. He was doing it on purpose, just to mess with people. Sadistic bastard!

Once seated, the show took a little while to start up, and Freed did not show up for the first act. This was expected. His role, though technically demanding, was only in one scene. It worked well for the mission, allowing Freed to have a near uninhibited run of the backstage without having to flitter between being on stage and not. His role was also seen as one of the most important parts in the show, and likely when an attack might take place, so he would be in the middle of things should they go wrong. It had worked out rather well.

Laxus had almost relaxed into his mission mindset, looking anywhere and everywhere for signs of attack, by the time Freed showed up. When he did, Laxus' jaw almost dropped.

Freed looked magnificent. Insane, yet magnificent.

The show was Alice in Wonderland, and Freed played the Mad Hatter. In a pastel shaded suit and tailcoat, and a ramshackled tophat, he sprung from behind a curtain, twirling the hat around. His hair had been dyed: green turned to white, which turned to a shower of faded pink. His expressions were that of a constrained, manic madness. His movements were fluid yet sharp, well practised and perfected.

With every fast step, the soles of his shoes rang through the theatre in sharp taps. The dance was a blending of ballet and tap, something even the best of dancers struggled with, and Freed made it look easy.

Oh, god. The way he moved his hips, without warning nor need. Could he always move like this? Was the mad hatter meant to be a seductive character? Surely not.

The dance moved on faster than Laxus could take it in. There were three other dancers on stage alongside Freed, and yet Laxus couldn't take his eyes off him, no matter who the focus was meant to be on. He was just so majestic. So relentless. So good.

He spun another dancer around, holding her far too close then letting her slide below his legs. Then he spun her away and was on his own again. Another dancer took hold of him, and in a moment his leg was extended so high that his foot was above his head, Laxus shifted in his seat. Freed was flexible enough to make that look simple, and Laxus felt the slightest stirring at that revelation.

Dammit, did they have to make the pants so snug? Laxus could see where his thick thighs ended and the curve of his ass began anytime the tails of the coat flew up.

Far too soon, it was only him on stage. With the spotlight on him and the music nearing its conclusion, he spun on his foot, managing at least ten twirls in three seconds. His tailcoat and his hair swirled around him, beautiful and magical. He was a seductive lure as the song reached crescendo. He struck a pose, then left the stage with exaggerated movements entirely in character for the person he'd been playing.

"Wow," Evergreen whispered.

"Damn," Laxus agreed, because no other words came to mind.

——

Laxus met Freed at the stage door, after the rest of the cast had gone.

The mission had been a success, even if Laxus had entirely forgotten about it the moment Freed had stepped on stage. Thankfully, Bickslow had managed to remain professional, hunted down the wannabe attacker, hypnotised him before he could do anything, and marched him off to the local police station and forced him to confess. All this had been explained in a Lacrima message, which ended with an instruction to enjoy the rest of the show. Laxus and Ever had done so, and once it had been done, Ever promised to sort everything out so Laxus could meet up with Freed.

Well, she'd actually said she'd done it so Laxus could 'pathetically moon over Freed like a love stick moron' in person, but Laxus had resolutely ignored that and took the excuse to offer congratulations to his friend.

Freed had been magnificent. There were no other words. After Freed's dance, Laxus had taken more care in watching the rest of the show, and it was filled with flawless performers. Freed hadn't once felt out of place. He had earned his place in the show even if he hadn't obtained it in typical means.

"Oh," Freed halted slightly as he left the building and saw Laxus waiting for him. "I expected you'd be gone by now."

"You kidding me?" Laxus scoffed, then looked Freed up and down. He was in more normal clothes, and if it weren't for his still dyed hair, he'd look no different than normal. But Laxus saw an almost entirely different man. A man who had always been there, but laxus hadn't seen. Or hadn't been looking for. "Freed, that was…"

"I was out of time once or twice, and my leg work was sloppy for the first thirty or so seconds," Freed filled the gap Laxus' wordlessness had caused. "I could blame it on being vigilant of the crowd, but I just lost the beat."

"Freed you were fuckin' incredible," Laxus snapped. "You had five weeks to train and you held your own against people who've worked their whole lives for this. Be arrogant about this. You deserve it."

Freed smiled a little. "They did make a comment that they might contact me should their regular Hatter actually fall ill. Jesting, I'm sure."

Laxus was no judge of dance skill, but he had a feeling that wasn't a joke as much as it was them trying to suss out Freed's reaction to the chance of dancing more often. "If they call you, say yes," He demanded, and Freed laughed. "Promise me."

"Laxus-"

"Promise me, asshole. You clearly enjoyed doing it, and they'd be lucky to have you, so promise me."

"Fine, if the most prestigious dance company in the country wants my help, I'll do it."

"Good, I'm gonna hold you to that," Laxus huffed slightly, then jerked his head towards the Main Street. Freed dutifully walked the few steps down so he was side by side with Laxus. They walked for about three minutes before Laxus halted and glared at Freed. "I mean, when the hell are you gonna tell me how you know how to do any of that? Because it's been nearly two months and I'm starting to get pissy that I don't know."

"That only makes me more inclined not to tell you," Freed hummed. Laxus didn't let his glare up, and Freed averted his gaze. "You left your headphones when you were removed from the guild. They were at my house, I don't remember why. I had a lot of time alone - I didn't take jobs in the early days; I felt like I was taking them from more serving people, you see - so I started to listen to the songs you had saved. I had a lot of energy as I wasn't working, and one way to get it out was to listen to some music and start dancing. There was no skill to it, of course. I'm not going to pretend bobbing around the house led to that," he gestured to the theatre. "But, I enjoyed moving in that way, and found a few books on dancing, and started to practise."

"You're telling me that you can go toe to toe with the most talented people in their field because you read a couple of books on dancing?" Laxus laughed, because with anyone else that would be as ridiculous as it sounded.

"I've always been fastidious with reading," Freed shrugged. "Although, the five weeks of intensive training might have helped, just a smidge."

"You think?"

"As I say, just a smidge," Freed smiled, and Laxus pushed him to the side. Freed staggered slightly, but it was all too easy to pair the laughing man beside him with the dance aficionado from earlier.

"You're one of a kind Freed," Laxus said as he wrapped an arm around Freed's shoulders. Freed let him. "One of a fucking kind."

#Fraxus #Freed Justine #Laxus Dreyar #fairy tail #fanfic #writing #multichapter #canon compliant #Word Count: 2k

[clearwerewolfsong]

@holajohna @frau_rainyfox

Commander Rayner, after the time loop he finally sees Burnham. He slowly starts falling in love with her. He’s brash, a maverick, intelligent, self assured, A stern taskmaster with a take-no-bullshit attitude, a man willing to do what others wouldn’t, he’s a capable commander who gets things done, gruff and short, and less interested in making friends with his subordinates than seeing his orders followed, a battle-scarred warrior, a brilliant military tactician, who never really figured out how to stop fighting whatever his last war happened to be and he’s read her file. He knows what she went through when she first came aboard Discovery. Rayner sees Burnham’s intelligence, her loyalty to starfleet and to the federation, her stubbornness and he falls in love with her. He respects her and he admires her stubbornness. He thought that if they explored a romantic relationship they would be closer (obviously) and that they would understand each other better. Commander Rayner had no idea how Burnham would feel about a romantic relationship with him, so he did his best to improve his relationship with her. After meeting her younger self, Rayner could feel the sparks flying just a little bit. He had shown her love in the best way he knew how.

After one particularly sharp dressing down from Rayner to Detmer, Burnham sharply told Rayner, “Rayner. Ready Room. Now.”

The past week, Rayner had made an even bigger effort to improve his relationship with Michael. He figured that they could both have a partner who understood duty and love and have the connection and closeness where they could be understood and not be so lonely.

“What was that? I thought you were getting on so much better with the crew since the temporal shift?”, asked Michael

Rayner looked down with a sour look on his face. He knew she was right. And he agreed.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m used to a little less talking and a little more action. It’s hard for me to control that part of myself,” says Rayner.

He could see Michael pause and think. So he took his chance.

“Burnham. Michael. Ever since we met, and especially since we stopped Mol and Lok’s time bug, I have started to care about you. Respect you and your stubbornness, your passion to this crew, to Starfleet, to the Federation, to being a captain. I have come to love your decisiveness, your stubbornness. I find myself becoming attracted to you. And I would like to explore a romantic partnership with you.” His face gets flushed and his stare becomes unfocused as he allows Michael to process what he just said. He stands with his hands very tightly gripped behind his back, his legs spread very far apart.

Michael is shocked. This was NOT what she had on her bingo card for how is the next ready room briefing with Commander Rayner going to go. Yelling at him for being “mean” to Tilly? Sure. Scaring all the ensigns? Why not. But getting propositioned? Nope. Though she shouldn’t have been as surprised as she was. Honestly. She could’t miss those looks he gave her before they jumped through time after Zora helped them out. She heard what he said to her younger self. Stamits even told her how Rayner walked right up to the phaser her younger self had pulled on him and dared her to shoot him through his heart. The look on his face when he stared her down. Something in him told him that her younger self wouldn’t shoot him. In his own blunt no bullshit way he showed her more love and confidence than Lorca ever had. And really? He WAS pretty attractive. She couldn’t deny that she was just a little curious about how this would turn out.

So despite her better judgement, and her face more than a little red, she coughed and said, “How about we make our first date for 0800 in 2 days?”

“Isn’t that when we are supposed to be holding our briefings to go over crew schedules and assignments? In the ready room?” Says Rayner.

“It is. But we can transport from there to my personal quarters.”, says Michael.

She’s not stupid. She sees his face and knows exactly what is going to happen after their first commanding officers briefing. Rayner gets a sly, knowing look on his face. Like he knows EXACTLY what she is hinting at. The look on his face confirms exactly what she was thinking. In case sex ends up on the agenda, it won’t look suspicious if the first officer is seen disheveled strolling out of the captains quarters. He can just transport from her quarters to his and no one will ever know. She gets butterflies in her stomach. It’s not exactly against Starfleet regulation for Captains and their first Officers to be in romantic, sexual relationships, but its best not to flaunt it around.

********

Rayner uses the following 2 days to do an insane amount of yoga and pilates. He wants to be as limber and flexible as he can and to test his stamina. He doesn’t want to be making his first visit to Dr. Culber to fix a pulled thigh muscle from an overenthusiastic romp in the sheets. He decides to get the most exhaustive physical he can from Dr. Culber 1) So that way he can get his annual physical out of the way. And 2) to be sure he is 100% healthy enough for sex. Though from his last physical 4 weeks ago, he knows he is very healthy. Though as a preventative, he asks Dr. Culber for a hypospray for sore muscles and pulled ligaments. When Rayner walks out of sickbay, Dr. Culber remembers what Stamits had said about how Commander Rayner looked at a younger Michael Burnham. He WAS a little surprised that current Michael had accepted the commanders proposition.

1st briefing:

After their scheduled briefing, Commander Rayner and Michael transported to her quarters. Over a traditional Vulcan dinner they talked all about what happened in the temporal loop they had been in. Michael told Rayner all about what happened with Lorca. When she got to the part where they jumped to the Mirror Universe right in the middle of the Klingon war, Michael couldn’t help but notice how angry Rayner got. He looked like he would like to punch Lorca in the face and maybe stab him with his cutlery. Michael wasn’t surprised. Rayner was nothing if not fastidious in being a by the book type of captain. He wouldn’t abandon Starfleet or the Federation in the middle of a war. Michael was sure that Rayner would rather get court marshaled than run from a war or a fight. She found that that made Rayner a bit more attractive to her. As the night wore on, they got closer and closer and they did in fact end up in bed. It wasn’t what Michael expected at all. The commander was surprisingly considerate and let Michael set the pace for them. In the morning, she was surprised by just how much heat radiated off his body.

Later the next week:

Michael unexpectedly ran into Commander Rayner working out on the holodeck. In the tightest exercise shorts she had ever seen. They looked painted on. She wasn’t at all surprised by how well built the commander was. He had been in war for the better part of 30 years. She squinted her eyes in suspicion. When she noticed Rayner glancing at her, she knew she was right.

She couldn’t help but smirk. Men. They were just a bunch of peacocks. They just LOVED to show off how impressive their bodies are to the women they find attractive.

He turned around to face her. And the look on his face. Micheal found herself thinking, I really need to get dunked in ice. How was it that really intense exercise makes people so horny? She coughed.

“I see I caught you in the middle of an exercise routine Commander.”, said Michael.

He was smirking at her. That smirk did things to Michael that surprised her.

“You might have Captain. I can continue while you start on your own workout.” He smirked again at her.

“I should get to that I think.”

Michael then started on her Vulcan martial arts practice. Meanwhile she got a really good look at Commander Rayner. He really was a finely muscled man. He had no stomach fat to speak of and he looked like he took good care of himself. She could’t help but notice that his exercise shorts were riding VERY low around his hips. She stared even harder at him. Rayner caught her staring at him and that look sparked the lust in his eyes.

They next thing she knew they were having very intense sex right there in the middle of the holodeck. That had been a shock to her. There was something about working out that just made her want to workout on him.

2nd briefing

Rayner had suggestions. He thought they should both have personal transport badges that took them straight to their personal quarters. So if they were ever feeling frisky, they could just jump to it and not have to worry about people catching them in the act. Rayner decided to replicate a whole bunch of very low rise, silk black lounge pants that he could just throw on instead of underwear. They showed off his body and they kept him cool. They just slipped right off and he knew they would make Michael look at him. Some of them he left in his quarters and most of them he snuck into Michaels quarters. He stuffed them down the back of the couches, down the back of chairs, on the side of her bed he slept on, in the bedside table on that same side and in the drawer he used. He kept both of his personal transporter badges on the left side of his hip on the waistband. They scheduled these “briefings” as their scheduled sex days. Other days they had regular dates. But they set aside time for these days to be longer so they could really get the sex in. Rayner had arrived to Michael’s quarters first while she took care of captain assigned things. He decided to make himself comfortable. He stripped off his entire uniform and threw it on the couch and pulled on his lounge pants and stretched out on the couch.

#burnham × rayner #star trek discovery #michael burnham #captain rayner #commander rayner #callum keith rennie #discoveryedit #scifiedit #startrekedit #trekdaily

[stevethehairington]

just,,,,, nancy/carol enemies to lovers college au

i'm thinking about nancy, who has a plan — who has had a plan for years now. to go to college, to pursue her dream in journalism.

i'm thinking about carol, who doesn't have a plan. not really. just sees college as a way to push off the inevitable — a husband, a white picket fence, a house full of kids — a few more years.

nancy is ambitious, she's studious, she takes it seriously.

carol is not. the only thing she's studying are the boys, and the only thing she's taking seriously are the parties.

nancy is shocked to see carol, but she figures that she'll be easy to avoid; after all, they aren't part of the same social circles, and there's no way their schedules are going to overlap.

except, to nancy's annoyance, she keeps running into carol despite wanting nothing to do with her. she sees her in the library, at the campus coffee shop, in the quad. they see each other in the concession line at the football game, they bump into each other in the bathroom, they walk past each other at the club fair.

carol's not surprised to see nancy here — she always knew she'd end up at a place like this, if there's one thing nancy wheeler is its persistent — but she is surprised that in a campus this big they keep crossing paths. it annoys her too.

and the thing is — carol thinks, and has always thought, that nancy wheeler is such a priss. that nancy is so drastically different from her — and not in a good way.

but, really, underneath it all, the two of them are so much more alike than either of them could ever think.

the biggest similarity being that they both have this preconceived notion of what their life is Supposed to look like — a husband, kids, a career as a wife and a mother and a homemaker, not anything else. it's one that's been forced onto them, by society, by their parents, by everyone else around them.

nancy has obviously rejected that. but carol is still very much stuck in that thinking, and she doesn't necessarily see a way out of that expectation (whether it be because of familial obligation and parental pressure or the fact that she just doesn't know what she wants to do with her life in the first place).

that is just another reason why carol is so bitter towards nancy and "hates" her so much — because nancy has done what carol hasn't, what she can't.

and, nancy is the same as she was in high school — driven, focused, precise — but she's also soooo different too — looser, more confident, more self-assured, still sweet but she's sharper with it, like she knows what she wants and knows how to get it now.

and carol is (still) outrageously jealous of that too.

so they keep seeing each other on campus, and i haven't decided how it happens — perhaps there is some sort of confrontation? one that happens at a party maybe? where both of them have had a little too much to drink maybe? — but one thing leads to another and they end up angrily making out eith each other.

carol's not gay — she's never given being with girls much thought, any thought before. not for herself anyways. but theres something so magnetic about nancy wheeler that she just cant help but tug on that thread.

and then keep tugging on that thread. because it keeps happening after that. and it keeps escalating too. kissing leads to touching and touching leads to falling into bed together. only its not anything sweet or nice or lovely. it's fiery, it's clashing, it's rough around the edges.

it's hate sex through and through.

it becomes a release for them both, something to do when the disdain becomes too much and bubbles over. something to get all their animosity out.

there is, of course, some flavor of denial that gets thrown into the mix from carol — an "im not into girls just because im sleeping with you. it's just sex, you're just a convenient body to me" type of sentiment (one she learned from tommy, evidently, because it's one he used back in high school to excuse his attraction to men and the times he'd fool around with them behind the bleachers or in the locker room after everyone went home).

nancy, though, has already gone through her denial -> self acceptance phase — she and robin had a brief fling at the end of high school after they'd started getting closer and robin, who knew she was a lesbian and was pretty secure in it, helped nancy realize it herself and figure it out. things didn't work out between them romantically, but they're still good friends.

and this thing with carol — nancy's just in it to have a little fun. to fulfill that part of her that wanted to be more out there in college, to be more experimental. and, well, carol's a good lay. so she goes along with it.

and maybe they end up hanging out a little more outside of their hookups. instead of leaving right away, carol loiters, going through the things on nancy's desk, because she's always been nosey like that. she sees some of nancy's flash cards, and what do you know? carol's in that class too, just a different section of it. so they end up studying together. and that turns into grabbing lunch on occasion, or sometimes coffee. and they start to talk more, in between the studying, in between the screwing. they start to learn more about each other. they start to peel back the incredibly complex layers.

and, naturally, ✨️feelings✨️ start to get involved — feelings that aren't just hate.

then, of course, things all come to a head at some point. conflict must arise (most likely something to do with nancy going after what she wants (which is carol) and carol having to face the music here — the double whammy of having feelings for nancy wheeler, who is, in fact, a woman.) and it gets resolved eventually (the two reconcile and decide to give things a go).

i haven't thought much further about that part of this yet and how exactly it would play out. but. y e a h. just, nancy/carol.

(also important to note that carol goes in undeclared, but eventually changes to pre-law because nancy helps her realize that she would make a damn good lawyer, and the idea of that sparks a fire inside of carol because she has finally Found Her Purpose.)

#nancy wheeler #carol perkins #stranger things #nancy/carol #nancy wheeler x carol perkins #nancy x carol #nancy wheeler/carol perkins #mack writes #ty swissh for putting the concept of these 2 (& the college ETL idea) into my head back in april i have NOT stopped thinking about it since

[dent-de-leon]

Thinking about Caleb's early campaign appearance and how Molly was still Like That ™️ about him is giving me feelings.

Yes!! Ironically, I think it was everything Caleb loathed about himself at the start that made Mollymauk start to fall for him. When Lucien suggested that no one could ever care for someone like him, that the Nein would never be able to forgive him for his betrayal, Molly reassures him--"That's not how we are, Lucien. We love broken things the most."

From the moment Mollymauk first crawled out of the grave, he'd felt lost. Empty. Broken. And it made him drawn to other desperate, lonely souls that felt just as hollow and abandoned in the world. He runs to Yasha's side and protects her from an angry mob--takes her hand and offers her a new home. With just a glance, he sees how much she's suffering, and he can't just let her face it alone. "I know what the others think, but, the truth is...How do I put this...The world is harsh and cruel, and I don't seem to be able to just walk on by. You see a wrong? You fix it."

And that fight in Alfield? When Molly keeps guarding Caleb in battle, rushes in to put out the flames and tries to snap him out of his panic attack? The way he tries so hard to break through to him because it's too dangerous--they can't do this, not here--"Time for that later." So he does what he can to get Caleb out, keep him safe, guide him to someplace better. "Come on, let's go get some sunlight."

And of course, there's the way he tries to comfort Caleb with a kiss, grounds him with a bit of affection and warmth after all the pain and fire that burned away at him. The way Molly tries to reach out to Caleb here? It's not so different from how he ran to the Platinum Dragon's temple and risked his life for someone who was suffering--someone still petrified in shock and grief.

That's who Molly is. I think about how Molly said, "We love broken things the most." And I think about when Caleb laid all his grief bare, choking up as he admitted, "I...broke, a bit." How much Caleb hates and loathes himself for it--despises his own "weakness," his "cowardice," the way his resolve just crumbles when it all falls apart--

Caleb always being terrified that he is damned beyond redemption. That his soul is twisted, shattered, corrupt. Broken. So of course Molly loves him. How could he not, when Caleb's hurting so much? When he's the exact kind of person Molly can't help getting so attached to, becoming so fiercely protective of?

It really is easy, to love Caleb later on in the campaign. He's no longer burying himself in dirt and trying so desperately to run and hide. He's charming, clever, ambitious, daring, courageous, determined, powerful--he's someone who's tired of running, who knows what he's fighting for, and will do everything he can to defend it. He's more self-assured, confident, composed.

He's also done so much healing, reached a point in his life where he is ready to open up again, seeks to do good every day, to become the man his parents always knew he could be. (And just...when Trent asks Caleb what his new goal in life is, Caleb has the strength to look him in the eye and say, "I think mostly we are just trying to leave the world better than we found it." And it's because of Molly he feels like that--)

But Molly falling for him at the very beginning? That's not easy--Caleb doesn't make it easy. He's trying so hard to push everyone away, to keep from ever getting attached. He's purposely trying to avoid attracting any sort of attention, trying to make himself appear as dismissive and undesirable as possible. Everyone else in the Nein is just a means to an end--or so Caleb desperately tries to tell himself. And Mollymauk? "I should go right now...Look at this one. He's like a walking rainbow, what is this? He's a circus performer, he's not going to help you."

The last night Molly was alive, and Caleb is trying to think of a reason to abandon him and the rest of the Nein, a reason why he and the others aren't worth staying for. And while he's agonizing with his conscience over that, while he's trying so hard to keep from ever getting attached--what does Molly think about Caleb in turn? How did he feel for Caleb, after knowing him the same exact amount of time? Well, first and foremost...it seems he still thinks of the kiss--

"Another kiss came to him like a tricky word just on the tip of the tongue, elusive yet tantalizing, though the sentiment felt real enough--a friend in crisis emerging to a kiss on the forehead. A tender banishment. Caleb. Softness and light. Clammy skin under rough lips. Molly's nose brushing Caleb's hair..."

And Molly feels so strongly for him, even while Caleb was so bitter, resentful, grief-stricken and wallowing in his own guilt--and all of these things are absolutely understandable--he doesn't owe anyone an explanation for it, for how he processes the raw pain and trauma and tries to protect himself from ever reliving it. But at the time, he was perhaps at his lowest, at his most desperate and lonely and despondent, refusing to let anyone else even get close. Regardless of how badly they wanted to help, to reach out to him.

It speaks volumes, that Molly looks at Caleb while he's still so pained and cold, so heartbroken and angry at the world and himself. But then there's Molly, and he looks at his Magician and sees, "Softness and light." This is before Caleb has gone through all that trying character development and catharsis, before he's managed to come to terms with everything and finally start to forgive himself.

This is a Caleb Widogast who still believed he would sacrifice the Nein if it meant he'd get what he wanted, if it meant a chance at more power, a means to finally bend reality to his will--the only possible way he thought he could ever set things right--

At this point, Caleb could've kept telling himself Molly and the others were just disposable. Stepping stones on his way to something better. Just the interim until he could finally "fix" the past, make it so he's no longer "broken"--

But Molly had feelings for him regardless. Even if they weren't returned--at least, not yet, not until Molly was lying lifeless and still and Caleb gently brushed the hair out of his eyes, buried him with a letter and then begged, "This could be a reunion--"

But even back then. Caleb was still "softness and light" to Mollymauk, and their brief time together meant so much to him. When Lucien insists those moments are gone--whatever Molly had with Caleb and the others, it's all gone--Molly simply says, "Kindness is never lost or forgotten." And he uses the memory of kissing Caleb to make that point. Explicitly tells Lucien that, no matter what, those little acts of tenderness and affection still mattered, still meant something to him, even after death. That's how much he loves Caleb, and it just breaks my heart--

#mollymauk #caleb widogast #widomauk #it will always make me feral that molly loved caleb even from the very beginning #even when caleb himself thought he wasnt capable of being loved. just-- #how molly still cares for him so much and then tells lucien that time he spent feeling for caleb and everyone else mattered. the fact that #he loved them will always mean something-- #also. caleb thinking hes broken and molly who also feels that way about himself and therefore loves other brokenhearted souls the most... #im in shambles

[eventinelysplayground]

Anything to Help

Marquis Michel strolled in the palace gardens ruminating over a slightly troublesome conversation he had earlier with Marquis Blois.

*Flashback*

Marquis Blois: Ahh Marquis Michel thank you for taking the time to meet with me.

Marquis Michel: Not at all Marquis Blois, what can I assist you with?

Marquis Blois: It is actually a personal matter that my daughter has brought to my attention. I thought given it's nature you would be the best person to consult next to their Majesties.

Marquis Michel: Oh? Is someone in the court acting inappropriately towards her?

Marquis Blois: No nothing of that sort, rather Charlotte is concerned for her Majesty. They have become close confidants over the years despite the age difference and visit with eachother regularly. After her last few visits with her Majesty Charlotte has been left feeling uneasy.

Marquis Michel: In what way?

Marquis Blois: She could not say exactly, just that her Majesty didn't seem like her usual self. Apparently she attempted to broach the subject during their last visit but her Majesty seemed conflicted and Charlotte did not want to push the matter further.

Marquis Michel: I see, and what exactly do you want from me in relation to this matter?

Marquis Blois: Please do not misunderstand me! My daughter and I fully support their Majesties! Charlotte's sole concern is for her friends well being.

*Flashback Ends*

Marquis Michel had assured Marquis Blois that there was nothing to worry about, most likely her Majesty was just preoccupied with the preparations for Foundation day. In truth though he had noticed mynute changes in her Majesty as well during his most recent visits to court.

As Marquis Michel continued his stroll through the palace gardens he spotted Chevalier reading alone in the gazebo. He would of preferred to talk with Emma first but he wasn't about to let the opportunity go to waste.

Marquis Michel: Your Majesty may I have a few minutes of your time?

Chevalier said nothing his gaze never leaving the page. Marquis Michel sighed softly and sat beside him on the bench.

Marquis Michel: Foundation Day is in a few weeks time.

Chevalier:....

Marquis Michel: Her Majesty must be quite busy with the preparations for it.

Chevalier:....

Marquis Michel: I was talking with Marquis Blois earlier today and I mentioned then as well how busy her Majesty must be.

Chevalier continued to say nothing while reading his book. As Marquis Michel sat there a sudden irritation got the better of him.

Marquis Michel: That is an extremely irritating habit of yours Chevalier.

Chevalier snapped his book shut with a dull thud and turned to face his grandfather.

Chevalier: By the change in your demeanor you are either becoming foolish or are now ready to get to the point.

Marquis Michel: Is something wrong with her Majesty?

Chevalier let out a sigh

Chevalier: Lady Charlotte is more observant than I expected.

Marquis Michel: Her observations may have been the catalyst for this discussion but I noticed mynute changes as well. It is only a matter of time before those not as familiar with her Majesty notice them as well regardless of anything else. I suggest you not wait much longer to announce she is with child.

Chevalier raised one eyebrow at his grandfather's words, causing the older gentleman to lean over and tap the book cover.

Marquis Michel: You are not the only one in the family who is capable of reading foreign languages.

Chevalier looked away from his grandfather and said nothing. The Marquis folded his arms across his chest waiting a moment before continuing.

Marquis Michel: I do not pretend to have been the best grandfather to you. In fact for most of your life I was no grandfather at all but I would like to believe that has changed these past few years. Whatever your concerns may be the least I can do is offer an elders perspective on them which will be just as helpful as anything in books.

Silence passed between the two men for several minutes.

Chevalier: My only concerns are for Emma and the child's health and safety.

The Marquis turned to face Chevalier who wore an expression that he could not read. After several more minutes of silence the Marquis spoke again.

Marquis Michel: I'm old and this bench is uncomfortable for my bones so just come out with it already. If there was truly nothing on your mind you would not still be sitting here.

Chevalier: I do not like being in situations I can neither predict nor control. Any mistakes I were to make now not only would have their consequences felt far into the future but they could end up harming Emma or our child...

The Marquis held up his hand causing Chevaliers words to halt.

Marquis Michel: It is not like you to believe you could be so easily defeated by anything. I understand though, you are concerned your best intentions will not be enough and potentially cause more harm then good. You've certainly had enough experience in your life with things turning out that way so it's not surprising. I imagine you're also concerned about your abilities as a parent, it's not as if the late King and Queen were good parents to you however as I told you before that was mostly a failing between them that you and her Majesty do not share.

Chevalier: Do you have anything more helpful to say?

Marquis Michel: Continue to love and support her as you have been. Being with child is quite the physical and mental burden for any woman most especially a Queen. No matter how strong she is there will be times when nothing but your own strength and affection for her will see her through this.

The Marquis stood and gazed down at Chevalier.

Marquis Michel: I also suggest that if you have not already you have a candid discussion with her Majesty. If you have reacted thus far with her as you have with me I'm certain you have unwilling created a misunderstanding adding to her burdens. My congratulations to you both your Majesty.

Marquis Michel bowed and left the gazebo. Chevalier returned to his book but soon found himself unable to focus on the words in front of him.

Emma has seemed less enthusiastic lately, I believed it to be nothing more than a natural result of the normal changes and fatigue but perhaps not. I do not wish to add to her concerns at this time but perhaps a discussion would not be such a bad thing. It appears the old timers words continue to prove useful.

*Three Weeks later*

Foundation day had arrived and Marquis Michel listened to the founding ceremony from inside the throne room near the balcony. The King's speech was always met with cheers and applause but this year it was even more so with the announcement of the upcoming birth of a new Prince or Princess. After the loud cheers and exclamations of congratulations and well wishes Chevalier and Emma left the balcony and entered the throne room. The Marquis approached the couple and bowed.

Marquis Michel: Congratulations your Majesties. My best wishes for you and your child.

Emma: Thank you Marquis Michel, for everything.

Marquis Michel: No need for thanks your Majesty, anything I can do to help it is my pleasure

Chevalier: I am glad to hear that, I have a special job for you Marquis.

Chevalier had a devilish grin on his face and Emma an apologetic look on hers.

Chevalier: As you have displayed foolish tendencies lately you can supervise my fool brother as he goes around the palace and disarms every single one of his traps.

Marquis Michel: Very well then I will supervise Prince Clavis and ensure the job is done properly. Though another bit of advice if I may, think of a better punishment in the future for your children. The less time they spend alone with Prince Clavis the better most likely.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #chevalier michel #ikepri chevalier #ikemen prince chevalier

[balsamfir-fics]

On Inebriation

Pairing: Viktor x gn!reader

Genres: fluff, established relationship, besties!Jayce and Mel, tipsy Vik, cocky bastards, mild jealousy, nothing toxic, spicy behavior implied, Vik being confident AF and yet still so clueless

Summary: Viktor goes for a drink, gets hit on, doesn't quite realize it, needs it spelled out for him, then smugly relishes in this new finding. He's lucky he's cute and you're patient.

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: Trashy run-on sentence in summary is intentional. Cross-posted to AO3. Nothing too serious, just a lil drabble for some seretonin (because the show is sad enough as is)!

It's one thing to be hitting on the love of your life for fun. It's another thing entirely to watch him get hit on by someone else, who happens to not be you, nor his labmate trying to egg him on.

You could be frustrated about it, sure, but it sounds uninteresting considering Viktor’s deep sense of loyalty. He’s also a whole throng of charity gala-goers away from you, and like hell are you going to fight your way through a crowd of rich people just to see what’s happening. Perhaps he’d like the possessive display, perhaps he wouldn’t – either way, it probably wasn’t worth the effort. You quell your mild jealousy, internally congratulating yourself on letting your rational mind win.

It wasn’t that your relationship was secret, but rather that it was private. Various lab researchers knew about it, as did your network of friends, but Viktor had carefully orchestrated his media image as the less-famous ‘father of progress’ to make sure that you weren’t the stuff of tabloids. That worked out well; you’d heard enough from Jayce and Mel to know that a life of publicity was certainly not worth the glamor.

Instead, you sip at your champagne at this corner of the banquet hall, elbow resting on the bar counter. You’re dressed to the nines, like everyone else here, and thankfully most other guests are too busy being schmoozed by Heimerdinger to pay a normal member of the Academy’s teaching staff any mind.

Most. Not all.

Someone with a deep voice clears their throat behind you. Whoever they are, they’re startlingly close, and thus the semi-cough must have been meant for you. Before you can fully turn around to survey your interloper, a light, self-assured snicker sounds nearby the source of the first noise, and it becomes immediately clear who’s just sidled up to you.

“Jayce,” you nod, turning your head ever so slightly in the direction you think he’s standing in but without lifting your eyes. “Mel.”

“How did you know?” Mel appears before you, grinning. She’s radiant, as always–sparkling as effusively as the golden liquid in your flute.

“The next time Jayce tries to sneak up on me from behind with a cough,” you smile, leaning into her as she wraps an arm around your shoulders in greeting. “... Don’t laugh immediately after.”

Jayce grins, stepping around you to pluck two drinks from the bar. “So it was you, Mel! You gave it away.”

“Fine,” she raises her hands in defeat before Jayce presses a glass into her hand. You all take a sip, eyes scanning the room absently. Then you watch as they huddle together, immersed in their love and their own little world. It's cute; Jayce follows behind Mel in puppylike adoration, and Mel helps bolster him into the man he's meant to be.

“Why are you two here, anyway?” It’s a good question; they’re usually the ones trying to curry more favors and inspire more donations, and Mel in particular is damn good at it. For them, it’s a busy evening of hand-shaking and belly-laughter, all in the name of Piltovan prosperity. For you, it’s just another party you’ve been invited to.

Jayce rolls his eyes first, sagging somewhat into Mel’s side. “Needed a break. It may be part of our jobs, but it’s not nearly as fun as it could be.”

“That,” Mel begins. A slight smile tugs at her lips. “That, and it seems that Viktor is faring quite well in that regard this evening.” She raises her eyebrows and tilts her head in his direction, drawing Jayce’ gaze.

“Is that–”

“Yes,” Mel laughs, clinking her glass with yours. “One of Piltover’s youngest debutantes, sole heir to the mining colonies’ fortune? That’s her.” Mel gives you a questioning look. “You’re not bothered by that?”

You shrug, finishing the last of your drink. “Should I be? I’ve got no reason to question Viktor, and it’s not her fault she doesn’t know about us.”

Both of your friends raise their eyebrows before glancing at each other. “We just passed by him ten minutes or so ago,” Jayce says. “He seemed to be hovering near the bar a little more than usual, and it looked like he was already three to four drinks deep.”

Now  that  was worth your attention. Viktor’s tolerance for ethanol was fairly remarkable for someone as slight as him, but you knew that the gala’s bartenders served particularly strong drinks for the purpose of opening wallets. If he was four drinks in ten minutes ago, Viktor could be anywhere near five to eight by now.

“Should we save him?” You ask, but your question falls into the void as Jayce and Mel are whisked away by other Councilfolk. Placing your empty glass back on the counter, you lift yourself onto the tips of your toes to get a better look at the events on the other side. Viktor’s body language seems tense, and the mining heiress doesn’t quite seem to pick up on it. You sigh, allowing yourself a chuckle, before you place a cocktail into your palm and begin to weave across the floor.

—------------

Viktor’s face lights up when he sees you, and it’s only when he sways while giving you a small wave that you realize he’s quite happily drunk. He gestures for you to join him, and he quickly introduces you to the mining heiress.

She takes one look at the way Viktor presses himself into your side and does the math; looking mortified, she disappears quickly with what sounds to be the beginnings of a sob.

“What was that?” Viktor asks, snuggling into you a bit more than he typically would in a very public setting like this. To anyone else not trying to attract his attention, his gestures would merely appear to be affectionate touch between friends. But for him, this is loud and obvious; this is far from the perfectly-reserved, prim-and-proper posturing you usually see from him in public. His hand, still gently resting at your back, rubs small circles into you (which you must admit you rather enjoy).

You play innocent. “Whatever do you mean?”

“The girl,” he hiccups. “She was talking to me so intently, asking so many questions about my work and my life, and suddenly she ran off.” Not that he minded; he had been so bewildered by the barrage of questions that he couldn’t fend off with a polite smile that he’d turned to the bottle for a social lubricant. The alcohol hadn’t helped much, as he was just as confused by the attention as he had been four drinks ago, but in the least he was slightly (slightly!) more relaxed. Though now, with you by his side, he thinks that’s more of the effect that you have on him than the alcohol. “I was just about to tell her about my latest proposal; I’ve hypothesized that productivity in the mining colonies could be improved by nearly 45% with far better working conditions if I perform a few tweaks in the equipment–”

He looks so disappointed at being cut off before he could share his plans that you can’t help but laugh.

“Love,” you say gently, plucking his mostly-ice drink from his hands and placing it on a passing steward’s tray. “She was hitting on you. With romantic interest.”

Viktor’s eyes are impossibly large as he stares at you; in part because he’s trying valiantly to focus on his surroundings, and in part because your suggestion is preposterous.

You hum, nodding firmly to verify that you meant what you said. It’s Viktor’s turn to chuckle, his laughter coming out in staccato beats as his body tries to process his liquor.

“No. Certainly not. I have you!” He pulls you in closer to him, just by the soft push of his fingers against your back, just for a few millimeters. Nothing externally noticeable by anyone else but you.

“That you do,” you tell him. “But she didn’t know that.”

For once in his life, Viktor looks puzzled, but you expect that it’s the minor slowdown in mental processing power that he’s experiencing.

He blinks. When he opens his eyes again, the confusion is gone, replaced instead by a devilish, smug gaze. “Is that why you came over here? Jealousy?”

You scoff, pushing at his chest in mock offense. “I wasn’t jealous,” you start. It’s mostly true; you were only mildly off-put by the heiress’ attention. “But it looked like you needed saving from yourself.” You gesture your chin towards the various empty glasses that have yet to be cleared up from the nearby cocktail table he’d been standing at.

“Come now,” he almost drawls. His voice falls dangerously low–you know exactly what that tone is about. You only ever hear it in the privacy of your bedroom (or in the lab, in the dark of the night, when there’s nobody else around). “Not even a little bit?”

You eye him carefully, wondering who possessed your sweet Viktor in the middle of a gala (and nowhere near midnight, no less). You elect to say nothing, but amusement dances in your eyes.

“Hmm?” Viktor crowds in closer, stepping into you a few more millimeters and drawing himself to his full height. His hand moves from your back to trace down your arm; you shiver from the uncharacteristically loud intimacy of it all while hoping none of the other patrons happen to be looking in your direction.

“Not even a little bit,” you declare, and it’s only the tiniest hint of a lie. A cheeky smile finally tugging at your lips, you reach up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. Then you’re gone, leaving behind the slightest trace of your fragrance and a receding warmth at his fingertips. Viktor swallows thickly, blinking back his arousal before straightening his tie. You can leave the gala whenever you want; he has to stay until the majority of donors are gone. Your departure sharpens his senses as he decides the rest of the evening must pass by much more quickly if he wants to hurry home to you. He contemplates leaving Jayce to handle the rest of the event, only thinking against it when he spots Jayce forcing out a fake laugh in front of some of the usual Academy sponsors.

He exhales and presses down his waistcoat. Energized by his new mission to secure funding quickly so that the gala ends faster, he strides off into the crowds he otherwise hates, and begins rattling off his new research plans.

—--------

At home, he later finds you reading in the living room by the soft light of one lamp. When you hear him come in, you look up with a smile. Viktor returns the gesture, draping his jacket over the other end of the sofa before leaning over you and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Welcome back,” you murmur, eyes back on the pages of your book as you flip a page. “How did the rest of it go?”

“It went… efficiently,” he says.

Something in his voice makes you look up again. You glance at him, then you glance outside to see the illuminated tower clock in the distance. It’s not even ten-thirty and he’s already back from the gala? That’s certainly odd; while Viktor has tried to sneak out early in the past, he’d already been reprimanded by both Heimerdinger and Jayce for failing to carry out these tertiary scholarly duties and had never been home from a charity event before midnight ever since.

“I’ll say…” Your words come out slow and tentative as you bookmark your page and set the book aside. You eye Viktor warily, but he merely gives you what seems to be an innocent grin.

“You’re not excited to have me back? I thought you’d have been more… enthusiastic.”

You blink up at him, remembering that you’ve already changed into your usual loungewear. It’s then that you take stock of him. He seems brighter today, which is quite odd especially after such a draining event like a gala. He stands straighter, taller, and as self-assured as when he’s on the cusp of scientific discovery.

“I’m always delighted to have you back,” you reply. “I’m just surprised that the gala ended so soon. Are you sure you didn’t sneak out?”

“Quite sure.” He strides around the couch and rests his cane against it before extending a hand to you. You take it, getting up, though you’re still puzzled by his behavior. Not that you mind it; it’s wildly attractive, but you do wonder what’s gotten into him. But then his hands are in your hair and his lips on yours, drinking hungrily, and you’re putty in his embrace.

—---------

Later, as you try to catch your breath from Viktor’s unexpected oral attention, he pulls you tightly into his arms and presses a kiss against your ear.

“You most certainly were slightly jealous,” he murmurs. “But I quite enjoyed it.”

“You didn’t even realize she was hitting on you until I told you!”

Viktor doesn’t reply to your objection; he only smirks and pulls you in tighter. “That may be,” he laughs into the skin of your neck. “But I don’t hear you complaining about that.”

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[jahayla-parker]

I have one for Tom to celebrate 🍾 your 100 followers!

Tom and Y/N go to see a film together for date night to celebrate Tom's new film Uncharted. When they get to their screen, Y/N learns that Tom rented out the whole screen for them to enjoy the film together.

While watching it, they notice someone come into the screen (not a staff member). Tom politely asks them to go but they don't. They notice Tom and Y/N and start asking a bunch of questions. They politely ask for her to leave them alone so they can enjoy the film. When she doesn't and continues to talk to them, they decide to leave and go home to watch a film instead.

Tom apologies for what happened, feeling like it's his fault. Y/N assures him that none of that was his fault in anyway. They spend the night watching films and cuddling on the sofa. (I'm also thinking Y/N could be pregnant as well)

Hope you like! 💜

Once again tysm for your support! I hope you like this!

Warnings: pregnancy, not proofread yet, self confidence issues, hormones, Tom being cute

Tom Holland X Pregnant!Reader

Family Date Night: Tom Holland x Reader

“Darling, please let me!” Tom screeches as he darts in between y/n and the cupboard.

Y/n giggles and shakes her head as she rests her hand on her bump.

“ ‘er wanting the crisps hm?” Tom asks, spinning around to face his wife with a box of saltines in his hand.

Y/n nods and goes to grab the box from him but he shakes his head and kisses her forehead as he opens the box for her.

“Tom, I can open things. I’m not broken” y/n teases.

Tom rolls his eyes. “‘course not. But you could get a paper cut opening the box, and we wouldn’t want that” he says, leaning down to kiss y/N’s baby bump as he tears open the box.

Y/n smiles and shakes her head, Tom has been like this since finding out she was pregnant.

He’d always been protective of her, but now he had a baby to protect too and… well he may have gone overboard.

“Too much?” Tom asks, rubbing his neck as he lifts the now-opened box back up.

Y/n grins at him and shakes her head, “‘s okay baby, we appreciate you protecting us”.

Tom blushes and sets the box on the counter so he can hold y/N’s lower back with one hand and rest the other on her stomach, “always”.

They stay like that in relaxing silence for only a few minutes as y/n’s feet start aching again.

“I’ve got to sit down T” she says, squeezing his hand that was resting on her stomach.

Tom’s eyes widen and he nods, grabbing the box from the counter and guiding her to the couch.

Y/n groans as she plops down on the couch and Tom pulls her feet up to rest on the ottoman.

Y/n begrudgingly chews on a few of the saltines as Tom rubs her swollen feet.

Tom chuckles as he looks over at his 8 months pregnant wife and sees her eating the crisps with a cranky look on her face.

“‘s the matter love?” He asks, knowing very well she’s probably bored again.

For the last few weeks the doctor had been wanting her to rest. He’d allowed her to take some short walks here and there but mostly wanted her off her feet.

This resulted in y/n getting very bored and her emotions becoming even more irregular.

Tom arranged for a movie night at their local theater for later this evening for just the two of them.

He hated taking her into public after she became pregnant. People, including fans, were even less respectful and wanted to feel her bump or ask her questions or comment on how she looked.

It was uncomfortable for y/n to have that many eyes on her when the pregnancy had been rough for her already.

Any of the pregnancy symptoms someone could get, y/n for in full swing.

So while she was used to fans of both her and Tom commenting in things they shouldn’t be, her pregnancy hormones caused her emotions to be much stronger and she began to get uncomfortable and despise being in the public eye.

Tom knew how bored she’d been and he’d been doing anything he could to help.

They tried board games, puzzles, video games, reading, etc. It would work for a little but then she’d lose focus and get bored again.

Tom recalled how focused she was when it came to movies and how badly she had wanted to be at his Uncharted premiere after party to help him celebrate.

He’d conceited to her going to the premiere with him. He of course wanted her there but was worried about her and the baby with that many people around.

But y/n worked with his crew and got it to where she could walk in with Tom and get the normal photos on the carpet with him and be protected by his security while she waited for him to finish his obligated interactions.

However, he was not okay with the idea of the after party. He knew how crazy the film crews could get after approving reviews at premieres and he wanted his amazing wife and their future child she was carrying no where near that.

Instead, they went home to relax and quietly celebrate together but upon seeing her disappointment in the break from their routine, Tom promised to make it up to her.

Therefore, he’d rented a private theater for the two three of them tonight. He wanted to grant her -and himself- privacy but also grant her the ability to go to a public setting and have it be semi-normal again.

He knew she’d been dying to see some of the new releases that were in theaters, so this idea combined all of his priorities; namely his loved ones’ safety and happiness.

Y/n shrugged and continued eating as her eyes watered. She hated this. Yes she was upset but she wasn’t this upset.

“Oh love” Tom frowns, lowering her legs gently before coming to kneel in front of her.

“I made us plans tonight” he whispers, brushing her messy hair off her forehead.

Tom smirks as her eyes glimmer as she looks at him in surprise.

“Tonight’s date night will be at y/t/n” Tom smiles, softly set angling her hair with his fingers.

An instant warmth and happiness takes over her features as she grins up at Tom.

He smiles back and kisses her forehead before stroking her belly.

——

Y/n tugs down on the shirt she put on for tonight, hoping to stretch it a bit more.

It wasn’t that she hated her baby bump, but she hated that even her maternity shirts she bought were not super flattering.

She knows that’s a ridiculous thought but it was date night after all and she wanted to look good for Tom.

As she stares at the shirt in frustration, Tom enters their restroom and wraps his arms around her, his hands clasping together over her baby bump.

“I know it’s frustrating for you darling but you look absolutely stunning and you’ve made a wonderful home for our little angel here” Tom whispers, kissing her neck.

She blushes and snuggles into his embrace causing him to grin and press soft kisses anywhere he can reach.

“Tommy, can you help me with my mascara? I can’t get close enough to the mirror” she giggles, handing him the makeup tool.

Tom frowns, he hated that she felt she needed to wear any makeup. He accepted it made her more comfortable but she was clearly struggling and it was doing more harm than good, yet she still wanted to wear it.

“Darling, you know you don’t need this right?” Tom says, switching his spot so he can reluctantly apply her mascara.

She gives him a soft smile, “I don’t want photos of me without it though, it’ll just give people more things to comment on”.

Tom sighs and sets the makeup down, grasping her face in between the palms of his hands.

“Y/n, that’s the hormones talking my love. You normally don’t care what people say; which you shouldn’t because their ignorant. But, even so, baby, you don’t need to worry about that tonight” Tom says.

“But, the workers and the audience” she mumbles, frowning as she thinks of the people watching her.

“I’ve got that all handled darling, I promise” he grins, holding up the mascara in question to see if she still wanted it.

She shakes her head and smiles, “let’s just go”.

Tom sets down the mascara and hums in satisfaction, letting his hands lower until he can grab her’s, “perfect”.

——

Y/n giggles excitedly as Tom rejoins her in the theater, this time with the snacks she wanted.

Tom smiles and gives her a quick kiss before handing her the popcorn.

A wide smile takes over his face as he sits in the loveseat with her, his arm draped over her shoulders and she smiles up at him in relaxation.

After a few trailers have played, she quickly sits up causing Tom to become concerned.

“Where…” she mumbles, trying to navigate through her pregnancy brain enough to collect her thoughts and make sure she didn’t already know the answer.

Tom watches her and although he has a feeling he knows what she’s asking, he patiently waits; knowing she wants to be able to communicate her thoughts.

Y/n wracks her brain for an explanation as to why there’s not one person in the theater other than them.

Tom had arranged a price side door entrance for them so she wouldn’t need to interact with the workers or have them see her.

When they entered, she assumed he arranged an early entrance for them as well since no one had been in there yet.

However, it was now into the trailers and still no one had entered despite the theater being dark.

When Tom promised he had taken care of things for the night she assumed he meant the separate and early entrance and that the rest of the audience would be joining after them when the room was darker.

She turns to look at Tom only to find he was already watching her, a small nervous smile on his face.

“T? Where’s everyone?” She asks.

He bites his lip, running his hand over her arm, “I told you I’d take care of our privacy and safety tonight honey”.

Slowly comprehending what he meant, her jaw parts slightly, “you.. you rented it out for just us?”

Despite the darkened theater, the light from the trailer playing before the exposed Tom’s blush.

“Tommy you didn’t need-“ she begins, pointlessly shuffling to look at him better; her bump preventing much of a change.

Tom smiles as he takes her adorable appearance in. He can’t believe how lucky he is to be married to her, let alone expecting a child with her soon.

“I promised I would make up having us skip the Uncharted after party and I knew how badly you missed the movie theaters” Tom admits.

Y/N’s eyes water causing Tom to panic, “I..I’m supposed to be doing the celebrating for you. Tom it’s your movie we’re celebrating, I should’ve been the one to do this, instead I’ve been at home being lazy and-“

Tom dizzily shakes his head, “Darling no, stop. You were not being lazy my love. You’re taking care of our little one. The doctor wanted you to rest. I needed you to rest baby girl. Please don’t feel guilty for that beautiful”.

“B-bu-but” she whimpers, unable to stop the flow of emotions she was experiencing between his dedication for tonight and her guilt.

“Shhh” Tom pleads, standing up so he can kneel before her again.

This had become a normal occurrence for the two. Not wanting her to stand and stop resting her feet, he’d kneel before her to he could still look into her remarkable eyes and try to calm her emotions.

She sniffled and scrunched her nose as she tried to stop crying.

“Precious, it was my decision for us not to celebrate that night. Furthermore, I’d much rather you be spending your time being the amazing mum you have been for our little one instead of anything else. I know you are proud of me and the movie love, I promise. You don’t need to show that. All I need from you my love is to ensure you and y/c/n are safe; and you’ve done unbelievably wonderful at that. Now come here “ Tom says, helping her adjust in her seat so he can sit behind her and let her rest against his chest.

She draped her swollen legs over the arm rest of the next seat and leans her head against Tom’s chest.

Tom’s back supported by the armrest on the other side of the loveseat they’re sharing.

“I really am proud of you T. We both are” y/n smiles.

Tom blushes and kisses her forehead, “I know and I’m so blessed. You two are the only critics I need”.

“Thank you for tonight” She whispers as the opening credits begin.

“Anything for my loves” he says, kissing her shoulder and resting his hand on the baby bump in front of him.

—-

Tom’s attention had of course been on y/n and the baby more than the film playing, so he was quick to notice her shifting in her seat.

“Do we need to adjust?” Tom asks her.

Y/n tilts her head back to look at him and shakes her head no.

Before Tom can decide which concern to ask next, she grabs his hand from her arm and lowers it to her bump.

As Tom feels y/c/n kicking wildly, he feels his eyes water.

The first time the baby kicked he’d been so worried it hurt y/n and pleaded with y/c/n to be gentle.

However, after much reassurance, y/n convinced Tom it wasn’t painful and he’d come to love it.

Y/n snuggles back into Tom as his hand still rests on their active little one.

Tom smiled to himself as he mentally calculated the days until the projected due date. He couldn’t wait to have y/c/n in his arms and y/n not feeling as uncomfortable.

At least until then, he’d found a way to get them all their peace and safety while still enjoying some family time.

——-

Tom squinted as he saw movement in the left side of the theater. He tried to remain calm by assuring himself it was just a crew member doing a routine check, although he’d asked them not to.

“Tommy?” Y/n whispers, having now noticed the intrusion.

Tom groans, angry at whoever interrupted her evening.

“Excuse me, this is a private screening, I believe you’re in the wrong theater” Tom says, forcing himself to be polite.

The person doesn’t respond and only continues to walk into the theater more, getting closer to them.

Tom protectively tightened his grip around y/n, ready for whatever might happen.

Noticing his tension, y/n sighs, “sir, ma’am, whoever you are… please just let us enjoy our night”.

The intruder begins to laugh and walk close enough that everyone can see each other now in the dark.

“I thought that was you guys!” The girl says, still laughing in disbelief.

By now, Tom has risen from his seat to stand in front of y/n.

“Excuse me?” Tom asks, venom coating his tone.

Y/n grabs his hand from behind and gives it a squeeze in an attempt to calm him.

“Tom Holland and Y/F/N Y/L/N Holland! Omg I’m a huge fan!” She says.

Y/n sighs and squeezes Tom’s hand again to remind him to be respectful rather than protective.

“Thank you. We’d like to enjoy the film in private please, so if you wouldn’t mind leaving” Tom says, squeezing y/N’s hand back.

The fan disregards his request and gets her phone out. “How far along are you now? OMG you have to be near your due date now right?!”

Y/n tries to sink into her seat as if that’ll help get her out of this situation. Tom’s muscles clench as he once again pleads for the fan to leave.

“I mean, you’re huge, you’ve got to be close!” The fan adds, enthusiasm showing the insult was unintentional.

That doesn’t stop Tom from wanting to lay it into this person for ruining their night and insulting his wife.

However, y/N’s grip on his hand keeps him from retaliating.

“That’s enough, you’re not going to speak that way to her. We’ve asked you to leave so we can enjoy our night, but you won’t. So we’ll leave” Tom says, turning around to face his wife.

“Come on angel” he says, helping her up. She looks at the snacks and back at Tom.

Tom stifles a laugh and promises he’ll grab the snacks too.

——

“I just hate when they do that. I’m sorry I didn’t get enough in place to prevent it” Tom sighs, his arm tugging y/n closer to his chest.

The whole ride home and every moment until now when they’re cuddled on the living room couch, Tom apologized profusely for what happened.

“Please stop apologizing T. It wasn’t your fault. The fact you went through all of that in the first place is the sweetest thing” y/n says, popping some m&m’s into her mouth.

Tom grins down at her and kisses her forehead, “I’d do anything for you. For either of you”.

“We know Tommy. You’ve already been an amazing dad to y/c/n, and I’m so excited to see what’s next. Plus, you’re kinda the perfect husband “ y/n giggles, playing with his hair.

“I don’t know about perfect my love but I’ll certainly strive for it. You two deserve the world” Tom says, feeling more secure now that they are home and he can guarantee their safety.

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