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cookies-over-yonder · 4 months

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i just want you for my own

Taylor and Link share a moment under the mistletoe while preparing for a Close-Foster-Swift family Christmas party, and things get a little fiery.

christmas gift for @happi-tree <3

[title from All I Want for Christmas Is You by Mariah Carey]

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Every year Taylor and his mom have spent Christmas together, just the two of them curled up on the couch watching Frosty the Snowman: The Anime and eating the gingerbread houses they built hours before.

This year is different.

Taylor has always had an affinity for Christmas, but this year he has a whole new side of the family that shares that sentiment. And they are throwing a gigantic party. Link and his dads came early to help set up, Taylor’s dad will be here soon, the others will arrive after, and Glenn will surely be “fashionably” late. It’s going to be great.

Right now, Taylor is barely balancing on a stepstool trying to string lights at the top of his door frame. If only his tiny wings emerging from his back could actually help him fly.

“Need help?”

Taylor nearly stumbles off the stool when strong arms wrap around his waist to steady him.

Link.

“Careful.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Here,” Link says, holding Taylor’s hand and helping him down. Then, Link spins him around by his shoulders and lifts him up with both hands on his tummy.

Taylor can feel Link’s hands under his loose tee shirt and his hands are quite cold in contrast to his naturally high body temperature. He fights back a shiver at the sudden contrast, and sticks the lights to the door frame with tape. Link sets him back down, and he hopes he can’t see how red his face is, or hear the breathlessness in his voice when he says, “Thanks.”

“No problem. It looks cute.”

You look cute , Taylor wants to say.

Taylor isn’t the type to get crushes. Well, not ones like this . Sure, he’s found people cute—he can recognize attractiveness when he sees it—but man …

Link’s always been cute, and dreamy, and charming, and…

Taylor doesn’t know when it got so intense, but at this point it seems that everyone knows but the boy himself. Scary won’t let up on the teasing, but Taylor just retaliates by teasing her about a certain mascot.

It’s true though, Lincoln Li-Wilson has got Taylor down bad.

The doorbell rings.

“Dad!” Taylor shouts, nearly tripping down the front step in his excitement.

“Hey, kiddo!” Nicky’s already ruffling his hair as soon as he reaches the bottom of the steps.

“Hi!” Taylor says, burying his face in Nicky’s torso and wrapping his arms around him. “We’re still decorating.”

“Ooh, well I brought something for you.”

Taylor pulls away. “What is it?”

Nicky pulls a flaming plant out of his pocket and holds it out in the palm of his hand.

“A mistletoe?” Taylor asks.

“I thought it might come in handy,” Nicky whispers, glancing off to the side.

Taylor follows his gaze to see Link, wrapping a shimmering garland around the railing.

“Dad!” Taylor whisper-shouts back, feeling his face flush.

“Come on, I see the way you look at him,” Nicky says, pinching Taylor’s cheek and ruffling his hair again. “It’s a special mistletoe from Hell. I kissed your mom under it way back then.”

“Oh my god, Dad!” Taylor shouts, taking it from him. It’s hot, but a little fire never hurt a tiefling like Taylor.

“Go hang it up,” Nicky pats Taylor on the shoulder.

Taylor can barely contain his own sheepish grin as he runs back up the steps to the entrance of his room.

The mistletoe is connected to a small hook, one he could hang on the lights fairly easily if he weren’t too short.

But then there’s an arm around his shoulders and a hand over his, picking up the mistletoe and hanging it over the lights like he had planned.

“What is that?” Link asks, moving his hand to the small of Taylor’s back in a way that almost makes him feel faint.

“It’s a—a mistletoe,” Taylor says, shifting to lean his back against the doorframe to take some of the weight off his feet. “From Hell. My—uh, my dad gave it to me.”

Taylor could not be more thankful that Link’s more focused on this flaming, flickering mistletoe than how red his cheeks must be with the way he can feel them burning up.

Link’s wearing a red sweater with white snowflakes patterned across it and Garfield on his stomach wearing a little santa hat. He’s got a white collared shirt underneath the sweater, though the top few buttons are undone…

He’s smiling, and the glow of the fire is lighting his gorgeous brown eyes. “It’s pretty.”

“You’re pretty,” Taylor breathes out despite himself.

“What?” Link asks.

“What? Sorry, wha—uh, what did you say?” Taylor stutters, biting his lip.

“The mistletoe, it’s pretty.”

“Yeah… I… uh… my family likes these traditions a lot. On my dad’s side, mostly.”

“It looks like we’re standing under it,” Link says, looking back down at Taylor with a mesmerizing gaze.

God.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s—it’s a uh, it’s a silly tradition, we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Taylor barely squeaks out, surprised he hasn’t caught fire himself yet.

“Well, It is your family’s party, so I might as well honour your traditions,” Link says, leaning forward a little and brushing a strand of hair out of Taylor’s face and tucking it behind his ear.

Taylor’s hands take purchase on Link’s shoulders and snake their way up his neck. He sucks in a shuddering breath and shuts his eyes as Link cups his cheeks and leans the rest of the way in.

As timid as Link can be, he kisses like he’s in charge. He slides his hands to hold Taylor by the waist and dip him ever so slightly, and Taylor can feel the heat from the mistletoe as if it’s consuming him whole.

“Mm,” Taylor hums into the kiss, and he feels heat rushing past his lips.

“Taylor,” Link whispers, pulling away a little.

“Mhm..?”

“Taylor, you’re burning up.”

“What?” Taylor opens his eyes to see flickers of light at the ends of his hair. “Oh my god, I’m on fire,” he breathes out, and ah, smoke. Smoke leaves his lips. “Oh god, oh my god, oh my god—” Taylor stumbles away from Link and hits his back against the doorframe, wincing.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Nicky comes running up the stairs. “It’s okay, it’s normal, I promise. Just breathe, kiddo,” he says, putting a hand on his too-hot shoulder.

He hadn’t even realized how unsteady his breathing had gotten. Closing his eyes, he slows it to the best of his abilities, though when he opens them, the ends of his hair are still very clearly flaming.

“Look, now you’ve got aesthetic demon flames to add to your look,” Nicky winks.

“Dad!” Taylor shouts, pressing his hands against his cheeks. “I—I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Bye!” Taylor squeaks, before running through the doorway in his room to the bathroom connected to it.

And looking in the mirror he sees it: flaming hair and flaming horns, and a glow in his eyes he’s seen before but only in the dark.

“My first kiss, and I immediately catch fire,” Taylor grumbles to himself, “Just another day in the life of Taylor Swift.”

“I’d say it’s not the worst of days.”

Taylor whips around to find Link with his a firm grip on the doorframe, gazing at him like he’s something special and not just a ball of uncontrollable fire.

“Link!” Taylor presses his palms against his cheeks once more. Burning and bright red. “Uh—hi. Hi. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Taylor. I—I like the hair… flames.”

Link steps a little closer and reaches for Taylor’s hands, but he pulls them away. “I—I don’t want to burn you. Sorry, sorry—”

Taylor feels the tears start to form, but then they evaporate with the heat of his cheeks.

“It’s okay, I can handle a little heat, I promise. And your dad told me it’s not enough to leave any real damage. Not when it happens from, uh… excitement, I guess.”

“Oh my god, this is so embarrassing, I’m sorry, we should continue preparing for the party,” Taylor brushes past Link, unable to look him in the eyes.

“Wait,” Link says, taking hold of Taylor’s hand. It’s coolness is refreshing in comparison to his boiling temperature. Taylor turns back around to gaze at those beautiful brown eyes once more.

“Wha—”

“Can I kiss you again?” he asks, shy and timid.

“Ye—yeah, you can,” Taylor nods, perhaps too eager, but as Link pulls him in again, he doesn’t seem to mind.

This time, Link dips him all the way, and the flames get stronger, but Link doesn’t seem to mind.

“Mm,” Taylor hums into the kiss, and breaks away for air before going back in for more, His arms draped over Link’s shoulders.

Taylor starts to trail kisses across Link’s collarbone, briefly forgetting that his lip gloss will make his skin all shiny, but with the little giggles he makes at it, it’s all worth it.

When Taylor reaches Link’s neck, he briefly wonders if he could leave something resembling a vampire mark with his newly sharp fangs, and as he’s about to figure that out, there’s a knock.

“Door’s still open, kiddo!”

Taylor clamps a hand over his mouth and turns to see the wide open bedroom door.

“Either close it or help decorate!” Nicky shouts, already down the hall.

Taylor turns back to Link, whose eyes are just as wide as his own.

“You wanna decorate?” he asks, letting go of Taylor, much to Taylor’s dismay, but alas, there are duties that need tending to.

“Yeah. We should—yeah.”

And as they walk out the door, Link says, “Hey, now you match the mistletoe!”

Taylor giggles at that, and leads him by the hand down the hall.

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#swiftli #christmas fic #taylor swift dndads #lincoln li-wilson #nicky swift #dungeons and daddies #dndads #cookies writes and cookies wrongs #mistletoe #mistletoe kiss #fluff #first kisses #:3

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noirvette · 11 months

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WE NEVER EXISTED

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[TWENTY ONE]

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“Thanks for having us over, Y/n.” Nichole gushes, packing her bag up and heading over to the door.

“Of course, anytime, and I’ll see you later tonight with some of my own things.” You answered.

“See you later! I’ll make some calls for locksmiths in the meantime for you too.”

“Thanks Nicky! I really do appreciate it.”

"Girl, you know I got you, besides we haven't been together in so long, Kyle's been snoggin' all your attention lately and I'm startin to feel jealoussss." She teased.

You roll your eyes and lightly push Nichole's shoulder, "You know it ain't gonna be like that."

Nichole puts her hands up, "Hey! I'm just sayin' Kyle's a good guy.. you guys do work.."

You hum, "It's too soon, I just.. Kenny and I just ended you know and it would be awful to take advantage of Kyle's feelings like that."

Nichole freezes, she looks around and lowers her voice, "You..know?"

You nod and lower your voice too, "I overheard... Kenny and Kyle's fight I.. I overheard specifically Kenny saying that Kyle likes me and just.. Kyle doesn't know I know."

Nichole gasps and covers her mouth in shock, "Girl... oh my god. Girl to girl, right now what are your thoughts on him."

You smile bittersweetly, "I love Kyle I do.. I don't.. I don't know if it's like that though you know? Time could tell but.. no I.." You sigh, "Everything is too soon."

Nichole nods, "Smart, you've always been smart with your feelings, Y/n. He's waited this long for you though.. I'm sure he'd wait longer."

Nichole straightens herself up and heads out the door, "Well... I'll see you later!"

You offer a wave in return and sit to think about Kyle. You cared deeply for him, he's been a good friend to you for years, a good bandmate, a good man. You know his actions to you came from the heart and that he isn't trying to be superficial and selfish by helping you out. You didn't doubt that if Kenny hadn't asked you out those years ago, you'd have probably been with Kyle at this point in time. You didn't doubt that Kyle wasn't a good man, you just didn't know if.. you exactly wanted a relationship right now.

Relationships were draining, at least your last one was, mainly towards the end. Kenny was also a good boyfriend but he could be rather.. greedy with things. He often would take and rarely gave. He'd often ghost you at times but then make up for it with the affection bombing afterwards. It wasn't rare for Kenny to go mia for a few days, return like nothing happened, and devote all his time to you before doing it all over.

You sighed, boys suck and your heart was torn, on one hand it was comforting that Kyle still liked you, you wouldn't be lying if you said that somewhere in your heart you naturally held a soft spot for him, but you knew it was too soon to jump into anything. The press would have a hay day and you knew how the media reacted to whenever a female artist got into a new relationship. That wasn't the only problem though.. you didn't want to think Kyle to think he was being used either.

God you wished life was easier.

"Y/NNNNNNN" Clyde whines out, running over to you and enveloping you into a hug.

"Oh- Clyde! Hey You're up!"

"We're all awake, anyhow I hate to goooo, can't I stay?"

Chuckling you remove yourself from Clyde's embrace, "As much as I love you Clyde you gotta get back to your own apartment, I'm sure Tolkien would like to see his roommate for once."

Clyde rubs the back of his head sheepishly, "Yeah.. I think Tolkien is sick of me though, especially after I gave him his gifts from New York."

You purse your lips, "I told you that those New York shirts were tacky and he wouldn't like them."

"That's exactly why he should like them- they're tacky!"

"Yeah well isn't Bebe sick of you being at her place this entire time?"

"Oh... yeah.. hey Y/n..."

"No you can't stay here, go back to your OWN place Donovan."

"Yes mom."

You scoff, "HEY!"

Clyde chuckles and starts heading out the door, "See you Y/n!! Love youuuuuuuuuuuu."

You snort, "Bye Clyde, love you too."

You turn around and come face to face with Stan next, "Stan! Next to go?"

Stan nods, "Yeah, hey I just wanted to check in again, how are you?"

You offer him a smile, "Thanks, I'm doing good Stan, thanks for constantly checkin up on me, you're a good guy."

Stan's face becomes tinged with a blush, "Oh dude, thanks Y/n, Wendy says all the time that friends are one of the most important things in life and we're friends! And my friends' health is important to me."

"You're too sweet Stan. Tell Wendy I said hi."

"I will! You better text her though yourself."

"I'll text her in a bit, see you later Stan."

"See ya!" Stan heads out the door.. which left Kyle.

You pad into your living room, glancing at Kyle who's clearing up where he slept and packing away his things, "Late to waking up?"

Kyle groans, "Yeah well Stan likes to move when he's sleeping."

You move to sit on the adjacent couch, "Oooo, ouch."

"Mhmm."

Kyle finishes the rest of his packing, "Thanks for having us over, Y/n."

"Anytime! You guys are always welcome. You think we'd do these more."

Kyle tilts his head in thought, "We do spend months together when we tour, so.."

"Right.. right I can only stand you for so long after all." You tease.

Kyle snorts, "Yeah I know I'm a lot to handle."

You both walk over to your front door, "You'd let me know if.. if you needed anything right Y/n? You know that I care about you right and if something was up, or if you're not actually doing okay or if something was wrong or if-"

You hold a hand up to stop Kyle's rambling, "Yes, Kyle. To all, I know that you care for me. I know that you're all there for me, especially during this. And I would obviously let you know if something happened."

Kyle breathes a sigh of relief, "You're.. important to me- to us. You know?"

You put a hand on Kyle's shoulder, "I know, I appreciate it. I appreciate you. You've done a lot for me recently and I don't know how I could ever repay you. You take care of yourself too, yeah? You've been focusing so much on other people that you gotta remember about yourself."

Kyle blushes in embarrassment, "Yeah.. yeah you're right. I'll see you later, Y/n."

He heads out the door and you wave as he leaves. Once the door closes you exhale, maybe you need to revisit how you're feeling.

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#we never existed series #south park x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader

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otdiaftg · 8 months

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The Raven King - Chapter Three

Day: Friday, September 1st Time: 12:48 PM EST

"What is going on?" Kevin asked. "You can't last a full game without your medicine." “No, probably not." Andrew sounded far too cheerful for someone who was going to spend half of his night in serious discomfort. "He's done it once before," Matt said. "Yeah, last October." Nicky didn't look up from where he was stuffing things into his duffel, but he was grinning as he told his story. "We found out the ERC was going to cut us from the Class I ranks if we didn't stop losing. Coach asked Andrew for a miracle, and Andrew gave us one. He made Coach come up with a number between one and five, and that's how many points he let the other team get before he shut them out. It was probably the most badass thing I've ever seen.” If his words were supposed to make Kevin feel better about Andrew's chances tonight, they achieved the exact opposite. Kevin's face was a thundercloud. "So you'll try," Kevin said through gritted teeth, "because Coach asked you to." Andrew folded his arms across his knees, tilted his head back, and smiled up at Kevin. "Careful, Kevin. Your jealous streak is showing." "For eight months you've told me no. In eight seconds you told him yes. Why?" "Oh, that's easy." Andrew stuffed the last of his gear into his bag and zipped it shut. He slung the bag over his shoulders and got to his feet, standing up so close to Kevin he almost knocked Kevin back a step. "It's just more fun to tell you no. That's what you wanted, right? You wanted me to have fun. I am. Aren't you?" For someone so small, Andrew made a lot of noise when shoved into the lockers. Andrew was laughing as he crashed into the orange metal. Neil didn't know what amused Andrew more: Kevin's violence or the splash of blood that now stained the front of Kevin's shirt. Neil hadn't even seen Andrew take a knife out, but it was “in his hand in the air between them. Kevin retreated from Andrew with a sharp curse. "Jesus, Andrew!" Matt said. "Kevin, are you all right?" "I'm fine." Kevin put a hand to his chest as if checking the truth of his words. Andrew stepped away from the lockers and got in Kevin's space again. He put the edge of the blade against Kevin's chest over his heart and peered up into Kevin's face. Kevin looked more angry than intimidated as he stared back. Matt started toward them, maybe thinking he had to break up round two of their fight. Kevin didn't look away from Andrew when he motioned at Matt to back off. Matt didn't stop until he was within lunging distance. There he waited, still and tense, for one of them to make the wrong move. After he'd gone still, Andrew spoke again. "Kevin, Kevin. So predictable. So pathetic. How about a tip? A reward for all your hard work, or something. Ready? You'll start having more success when you ask for things you can actually have." "I can have this," Kevin said, voice thick with frustration. "You're just being stupid." "I guess we'll see, but don't say I didn't warn you!”

Art used with permission by Rainbowd00dles. Thank you @rainbowd00dles !

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moonshotsx · 1 year

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Hi bestie!!! I feel like I’m speaking for everyone when I say we NEED more of the sb AU 🥺 would you wanna tell us about the first date/meeting they’d have where they officially proposition Kam to be their sugar baby? Who does more of the talking? How many courses does it take before Kam explodes from dame’s intensity? The people need to know 😌💕

hi bestie!! sure thing, here's a little prompt just for you 🥰😌

Kam was slowly realizing what he had gotten himself into as he sat at a table of one of the most exclusive restaurants in all of Paris.

He didn't expect much from the hookup with the two women from a week prior, but when he had been offered the opportunity to see them again, he couldn't possibly refuse it.

He sat opposite Paloma and Dame as the redhead ordered everyone's food.

He felt severely underdressed with his simple shirt and jeans, especially compared to what the other two were wearing.

Paloma was wearing a burgundy satin blouse, almost strategically unbuttoned to the point where a red lace bra peeped through. He had taken a peek at her legs when he was being escorted to the private balcony table, his eyes briefly landing on her pencil skirt and heels.

Dame, on the other hand, seemed to still be wearing what Kam assumed was her work attire, a black matching pantsuit.

She looked even more intimidating than Kam remembered her being.

"You were saying you work at a restaurant, chéri?" Paloma's sultry voice got a hold of Kam's attention.

"Uh, yeah," he blushed at the sudden attention, "I have a morning shift at a pâtisserie, helping out a friend there, and a night one at a restaurant, both in Le Marais area".

"Le Marais? Quite a lovely area, didn't you just cook up a distributing deal there?" Paloma asked, turning her attention to Dame as the latter waited for her glass to be filled by the sommelier.

"That's correct," it was the first time Dame had spoken ever since he had arrived. Her voice sounded even better than he remembered.

"I hope you don't mind I ordered for you too, chéri, force of habit since I always do it for Dame, she isn't one to talk much," she gave him a small wink, prompting the slightest scoff from the brunette.

Kam reassured it was fine by him, he wasn't sure he would have brought himself to order anything after glancing over the prices.

He managed to keep a steady conversation going with Paloma, with the occasional comment added in by Dame as they waited for their food.

There was something about the brunette that intimidated and turned him on at the same time, more than he would like to admit.

"What do you do, Paloma? You mentioned having lots of important clients, but that doesn't help to narrow it down".

"Me? I work as a lawyer, I mostly take civil cases, though, running my own firm is work enough," she answered as she took the first bite of her lunch, effortlessly twirling the spaghetti around her fork.

It took a moment for it to hit Kam, finally realizing why the redhead had a familiar aura about her.

"Wait! You're Nicky Doll's lawyer! The one that helped her win her case against her ex-husband a few years ago! I remember it being all over the news when it first happened!"

Paloma gave him a warm smile, "Aren't you a smart little cookie?" she praised him, a tingle running down Kam's back as he heard her, "You'd be correct. Nicky is a longtime friend of mine and it was a pleasure to help her".

She leaned back on her chair before continuing, "Now that you reminded me, I should absolutely invite her over for brunch next time she's in town. I bet her daughter is so grown up by now".

While Paloma was distracted by her thoughts, Kam took the opportunity to build up the courage to speak to Dame directly.

The brunette was intent on cutting her medium-rare steak, taking her time with each bite.

"And, uh, what do you do? Paloma mentioned distributing deals..."

"Martin & co. Cellar," she simply replied as she took another bite.

"Oh, you work for them?" Kam was familiar with the wine company. The restaurant he worked at offered a small selection of their wines and they all ran on the pricier side.

"Actually, I own the company".

Kam almost choked on his lunch, not expecting that reply. Dame was rich, and he was probably making a fool of himself for not knowing who she was.

He tried to apologize but was stopped by a slight gesture from the brunette. He swore he saw her smile.

"It's alright, it's... nice to not be known by someone before we meet for once," she said, her light blue eyes keeping the eye contact with Kam's brown ones.

Paloma came to his rescue, turning the conversation on a different topic that was sure to capture the blond's interest.

"Now that we got the basics out of the way, I'm guessing you're curious to know why we wanted to meet up with you again after our little... fun night," she started, leaning in to refill Kam's glass of champagne.

"You see, chéri, Dame and I are always looking for ways to... you could say, enrich our time and that's where you'd come in".

"Why me?"

"Call it a connection, but when we saw you at the club last week, both of us just felt like we had to know you more," she rested her chin on her hand, "Of course, if you want us to".

Kam's eyes darted from Paloma to Dame, shy from the attention, "How exactly would you like to know me more?"

"I'll admit that the moment I saw you, all I wanted to do was spoil you," Paloma smiled, her red lips showing off a genuine smile, "I brought up the idea to Dame, and she agreed she also would like to do so too. Truth be told, she scheduled this little meeting today".

"What would I have to do in exchange for that?"

"Nothing you aren't comfortable with, of course, anything money can buy is yours as long as you ask one of us for," she explained as she was interrupted by a phone ringing.

Dame quickly answered the call in English - probably the hottest Kam's heard her sound - before she excused herself to the other side of the balcony.

"We've already had our fun last week, chéri, and you can experience it as many times as you'd like. Or maybe just spend some time with us if you accept our offer. It's your call and we'll respect your decision," she finished her pitch, her hand slowly caressing Kam's.

"I... I have to think about it," he admitted, slightly biting his lower lip. He didn't want to sound ungrateful for the opportunity, but he also couldn't jump into something just because Paloma and Dama were the two hottest women he had ever met.

"You don't have to answer us now, you have our numbers. One call or text when you have your decision will be enough".

Kam nodded appreciatively, just as Dame walked back to their table with a sigh.

"I have to go, they need me at the office, sorry," she said to Paloma, leaning over to kiss the redhead on the lips as the latter cupped her cheek with one hand, "I apologize to you too, Kam, I'll leave you to Paloma, I'm sure she'll be able to keep you company".

She straightened herself, walking up to Kam as she rested her hand on one of his shoulders, gently squeezing it.

"You'll have to make up for it tonight, chou," Paloma told her before Dame took her stuff and walked away.

There was a moment of silence before Paloma broke the silence once again, "She means well".

"What?"

"Dame, I could see it all over your face that you were scared to make a poor impression on her. She looks intimidating, but once you get to know her, she's one of the kindest people you'll ever meet. Also, she likes you already, no need to worry".

"I didn't mean to-".

Paloma smiled, "I know, just putting it out there," she reached for the bottle once again, pouring herself another glass, "Champagne?"

Kam started for a moment on the newly empty chair before he reached for his glass, "I'd love some".

Another few days had gone by before Kam felt ready to give Paloma an answer.

The redhead ended up driving him home after their lunch, worrying he had drank a bit too much to be walking back to his apartment alone.

He felt like he couldn't pass onto the opportunity they had given him.

He settled on giving Paloma a call during his evening off from work.

"This is Paloma Bardin speaking," the older woman's voice made him sit up.

"Hi, yeah, this is Kam?"

"Oh my, hello there, chéri, I've been waiting for your call".

"You have?"

"Why, of course, I have. I'm guessing you have an answer for us?"

He nodded, even if she couldn't see him, "I had the day off today so I had a lot of time to think about it and... I accept your offer".

"Exquisite, I knew you would make the right choice, chéri," he could feel her smile over the phone, "Are you home right now?"

"Yeah, why?"

His phone went quiet for the next ten minutes. Then his doorbell rang.

He went up to open his door, finding Paloma on the other side. She towered over him with her heels, her body wrapped in a heavy coat left open to reveal an outfit similar to the one he had seen her in at the restaurant.

"Would you like to have a taste of your newfound lifestyle?"

All Kam could do was nod before Paloma closed up the space between them, her lips on his as she closed the door behind her.

#fic prompt #sb kam au #kam x paloma x dame

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henrys-wee-hen · 10 months

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No-one Fucks With The Lobos - Chapter 7

Teddy is a sweetheart.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48070186/chapters/121826104#workskin

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Teddy turned to me, eyes betraying the pure horror that he clearly felt. He was covered in blood, his face a little bruised where he’d taken a punch or two. He also had a cut on his arm, not so deep that it would hinder his movement, but enough that it bled. He inspected it, then shook his head and moved to me, throwing the gun down.

I’d half-expected him to grab me and do something to me, but he didn’t. He reached out a gentle hand and pushed my hair back from my face.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I should have locked the doors. I never fucking thought anyone would come here without me… I didn’t fucking know Carl had a fucking key…” I shuddered, the adrenaline leaving me a quaking mess.

“I left,” I whispered. “I… m-my arm…” I mouthed the rest of the words.

“Shhh, shh, you’re safe now, (Y/N)… Are you hurt?” I nodded. But Teddy picked me up carefully and carried me through to his own bathroom, through his gorgeously large apartment which overlooked the city. He sat me down on a little chair in the corner, and stripped his own bloodied shirt off, revealing a toned, beautifully-tattooed chest. Turning the taps on, he ran a warm bath, adding the same soothing, cleaning liquid that turned the water a deep shade of orange. Something with a diluted iodine in, I think. But it smelled good and felt good. Teddy’s arm bled. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled a number. “I’m gonna need a crew to my place. Yeah, I found the Mason brothers in here. Took ‘em out, of course.” He turned to look at me. “Dylan touched my stuff. I couldn’t let it fucking go. Look, just get me a crew. Six. Oh – and I had to take Carl out, too. He’s been leaking shit. Alright.” He pocketed his phone again, sighing.

“You’re hurt,” I whimpered, clutching my stomach with my good arm.

“I’ve had way fucking worse,” Teddy chuckled, moving to me as the tub filled. “Look at the fucking mess they’ve made of you, (Y/N)… They’ve ruined my work of art…”

Truth was, I didn’t care about the cuts, or the scars. I cared more about the sexual assault. About the feeling of Dylan’s hands in me and on me. About the others who’d used me. Nicky… the feeling of him dying inside me, too. I cared about that. And as Teddy inspected the cuts on my legs, I burst into tears and curled away from him.

“Hey! Hey, (Y/N)…” Teddy held up his hands. “I’m not going to hurt you –“

“I c-can f-feel his hands on me, still!” I yelped, my voice a rasp. I chose to whisper, instead. Far less painful. “I c-can feel his hands on me! Both of them – T-Teddy, I’m sorry – I c-couldn’t fight them off!”

“(Y/N)! Jesus fucking Christ – I’m not angry with you, baby! Not about this!” His voice was painfully tender. He touched my shoulder lightly. “Did they hurt you anywhere else?” He pulled my face to look at him. I knew what he meant.

“N-no. Just… they just used me.” Teddy’s face was set. But the anger, he was right, wasn’t at me. He pressed his lips together, then licked them. His nose bled. God, he looked fucking stunning, beaten up like that. Especially knowing he’d ended six guys entirely alone… I felt safe with him. Teddy stood and turned the taps off, the bath now deep and full. Seriously, the tub was at least three times the size of the one he usually put me in. I looked around the room, the grey tiles edged with gold here and there, typical for the Lobo brand. Flashes of red here and there on the towels, the accents of it… Teddy. And the window gave way to a spectacular view of the city, too high up to be seen by anyone except the birds.

Teddy moved back to me and held out a hand. I gave him the one that wasn’t attached to a broken shoulder.

“Teddy… my shoulder… it… I d-don’t think it was set properly,” I whispered. Teddy let me go and inspected it.

“Shit… I usually get that right… it’s in there now. I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’ll get the doctor to come over, take a look.” He smiled at me. “Come on. Can you walk? Couple steps?” I uncurled myself and stood on shaky legs. I ignored the vile, vile fluids running down my leg. Teddy helped me into the tub, and shed his trousers and boxers, stepping in behind me. “C’mere.”

I sat down with him, leaning against him as he wrapped his arms around me. The water, deliciously warm and soothing, covered me. My ass was just on the bottom of the tub, it was so luxuriously deep. All the fears I’d had before melted away. The feeling of Teddy behind me, holding me, rubbing the blood from my body gently… God, it was heavenly. His legs were either side of me, so his body truly did encase mine. Even as his fingers met open wounds, the stuff in the water stung a little, but then the heat and Teddy’s touch relaxed me.

He cleaned my face off with a soft washcloth (fucking monogrammed with ‘TL’ in the corner), holding me up with a bent knee. I was resting against him, crossing his body, watching him. He inspected his work, putting the cloth back into the water. He’d killed six guys today, purely in revenge for being in his home… but also because they’d hurt me. He’d ended their lives because they’d hurt me. I’d have eventually processed it and would have healed, but he didn’t show them an ounce of fucking mercy.

Teddy fucking Lobo cared for me.

I reached beneath the water and took the cloth from him, wringing it out weakly with shaking hands. My shoulder was killing me, but I didn’t need to move it at all to take Teddy’s face and clean the blood off him, too. He let me, watching me, his hands keeping my body from slipping lower into the water, those rich, deep brown eyes on me the entire time. I cleaned his forehead first, gently swiping the blood from the cut just on his eyebrow. Someone wearing a ring had punched him pretty hard there, the imprint of it visible in the bruise, a gentle ‘M’ shape. I moved to his cheekbone, taking care of the blood that dripped there, too. Then his nose, barely breathing in case I hurt him.

“Does… it hurt?” I asked softly, as I swiped the cloth gently across a cut on his lip.

“Nah,” he murmured. “I’ve had worse. Asshole barely touched me.” I smiled at him faintly. “Am I good, or no?”

“You’re good.” He shifted himself a little, then plunged both hands beneath the water and splashed his face and hair a couple of times, shaking the water away. He blinked at me and leaned back, pulling me gently with him so I was lying against him again. The hot water was absolute bliss, and a soft moan escaped my lips.

“You know, (Y/N)… I wish we were doing this because of what I’d done to you.” Teddy trailed his fingertips along my good arm, and I took his hand. His tattoos… each one had a meaning to him, or so I’d heard.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I murmured, tracing the dollar sign on his middle finger. “I love these.”

“My hands? Or my tattoos?”

“Yeah…” my mind was a touch foggy. Teddy chuckled, the rumble against my back sending little shivers down my spine. “Both. Both. I love both. And… and seeing that asshole holding your knives before… it felt wrong. It was so invasive…” Teddy pressed a kiss to my temple. They’re gone now. But I know what you’re telling me. I hear you. “Tell me about these?” I touched the dollar sign.

“Well… the dollar signs… I got those as a kid. I was fifteen. My first tattoos… pretty fucking cool, but I wouldn’t have done it these days.” He held both hands out in front of me, water dripping down them. “The diamond… that was from my first heist. We took out a jewellers in Baton Rouge. The owner had been skimming off my dad’s profits, so we fucking took his shit out.” Teddy stroked it. “I still got a ruby from that, actually. Looked pretty cool, so I asked dad if I could keep it, and he said yeah. This one…” he pointed at the R L on his left hand. “Is for my dad.”

“That’s the most obvious one,” I murmured, running my fingers over the ink. “I’m sorry you lost him, Teddy.”

“Eh, what are you gonna fucking do?” he sounded resigned, but like he’d processed it as much as he could. “This sleeve… this is just for fun. Whatever I’ve seen and liked. I wanted two wolf heads fighting, ‘cause it looked cool…” He explained each part of his tattoos on his hands, moving me to the side carefully to carry on with the ones on his chest. I traced the outline of the city as he explained that the city was his first love, his home, his blood. The crown was his crown, signifying his kingdom.

“Did they hurt?” I asked, fingering the one on his neck.

“Those did,” Teddy replied. “On my neck. Took a lot to get through it, actually. But after that, it was easy.” He swallowed, eyes on me still. I felt like a kitten crawling over a lion. Careful where I touched, careful where my hands went. Any moment, he could snap. But he didn’t. He wrapped his arm around my back, supporting me under the water, and draped the other over the edge of the bath, eyes still on me. I wanted to kiss him again. But I didn’t have the strength. And I didn’t want to push it. Instead, I rested my head against his damp shoulder, tracing the outline of one of the snarling wolf heads that covered most of his pec.

“Teddy… I… c-can I ask questions, now?”

“Sure.”

“How long have you had me here?”

“Six weeks, baby.”

“Are… what are they saying about me, out there?” Teddy smiled languidly.

“Not much. They thought you’d died for a minute, in the restaurant. But then they didn’t find your body… fucking assholes.” He chuckled to himself. “And then they were looking for you. Couple of people said you’d probably show up in the river… Officer Quincy is convinced I’ve kidnapped you and trafficked you as a sex worker or some shit. She’s on my case again, actually.”

“Oh…”

“Not what you wanted to hear, baby?”

“I… I’d hoped… I don’t know.” And I didn’t know. I’d wanted the entire force to be looking for me. “That everyone would be looking for me.”

“We pay them to keep their noses out. You, Quincy and Chandler were the only ones who didn’t want to take payment. And look where it got you.”

I let that hang in the air for a little bit while I processed the fact that no-one was coming for me. No-one was going to find me. No-one knew where I was. If Rebecca thought I was trafficked, she’d have given up hope too.

No-one was looking for me.

What, then, was I fighting him for? If I wasn’t fighting for my freedom anymore, for a life back on the police force, for a life where I could make a difference for the better… what was my purpose fighting him? Not submitting to him? My sluggish, slow brain ticked over, landing as Teddy picked up the washcloth again and started trickling water over my scalp, into my hair.

What was in it for me, then?

As Teddy sat up a little and massaged a little shampoo into my hair, removing more blood, I allowed my thoughts to wander down that path, letting images drift lazily in front of my eyes as I closed them with Teddy’s touch.

Me and him in the kitchen having dinner, adjacent to each other, the room dimly-lit… and he’s telling stories of his work that day, where he’s helped people with his family’s money.

Him and me on the sofa, curled up under a blanket, watching a movie, his hand protectively on my side, me lying across his chest.

Both of us strolling along the riverfront, both our hands in his pocket where it’s warm, his breath forming in clouds as he laughs at one of my jokes.

Driving. Teddy driving that orange Dodge Challenger, going so fast through the streets we owned, burning doughnuts in an empty parking lot with music so loud, neither of us can think. Driving along the streets slowly, just enjoying the places we pass. Driving, until I stop him and demand he pulls the seat all the way back… Turn it off, baby, so I can turn you on.

In the shower together, him pressing me against the wall, eyes on me, holding my gaze, my name echoing from his lips around the cavernous bathroom…

A soft moan escaped my lips as Teddy massaged the base of my scalp, and he chuckled softly.

“Where’s that dirty little mind of yours going, (Y/N)?” he murmured, holding my head back while he rinsed my hair out.

His hands around my throat, possessive, controlling, but never ever deadly.

I shivered, a pain shooting through my shoulder.

“To the things I hope would be part of the deal, should I take a knee.”

His hands froze, and he shifted beneath me. He finished rinsing my hair after a moment, throwing the washcloth with a splat to the side. His hands traced a soft line down my wet throat, from my ear to my collarbone.

“You’re fucking thinking about it?” he whispered, his mouth by my ear.

“Mmm,” I murmured. “But if I give you that, Teddy… what’s in it for me?” I turned to face him, holding my injured arm still by holding onto the collarbone on my other side. He was wary of it, holding my waist in the spot where there were no bruises or wounds.

“What would you want?” I straddled him, his gaze fiery as he looked up at me.

“Something you wouldn’t be willing to give me.”

“Fucking try me,” he whispered. “I’ve got money. Jewels. Drugs. Whatever you could possibly want, baby.”

“Have the tables turned, Teddy?” I asked. I liked this. I was flirting that fine line between pissing him off enough that he’d leave my shoulder to rot in its socket, and turning him on to the point where he’d take both knees for me. At least, I hoped I was. Honestly, I had no idea how he was going to react.

“You think you’ll get it for free?” Teddy chuckled softly. “Baby! Oh, baby, you’ll get everything you want if you take the fucking knee and finally admit you’re fucking mine.”

“Yours… in what way?”

“Whatever way you want.”

“So it is my choice, in the end.” I licked my lips. “Either I be your queen to this empire… or I break your poor, dead little heart and become no more than a paid-up little nobody in a cute police uniform that, ultimately, means nothing on the streets of New Orleans…” Teddy stared at me, lips parting a little. “The real question, Teddy,” I breathed. “Is what you want me to be. Because depending on your answer there…” I trailed off, letting it hang in the air. Teddy swallowed. He took my chink between his finger and thumb and pulled me towards him, still careful of my shoulder. He pressed his forehead against mine.

“This,” he whispered, and kissed me softly, gently, carefully, asking for permission to deepen the kiss as he kept pulling back just a touch. I leaned into him, and he turned me slowly, so I was leaning against him on my good shoulder, lips still connected. I was looking up at him, now. He’d shifted the power hierarchy ever so subtly, but it was there. He kissed me again, his hand cupping my jaw, holding my head in place. He tasted incredible… and I felt my heartbeat spike, which sent me dizzy. When he finally broke the kiss, I was flushed. He took my hand, and linked my fingers with his long, beautiful ones. “Mine… and mine alone.” He took in my dazzled exterior, and laughed breathily. “What were those conditions, baby?”

“Just one,” I said softly, gazing up at him. He bit his bottom lip, as though tasting me off it. He pressed his forehead against mine. “Give up being a criminal.”

#Teddy lobo #Teddy Lobo #Tedward Lobo #Renfield #Teddy Lobo x Reader #Dracula

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lover-girl-estxx · 5 months

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Teenage Nick x reader, Nick being insecure because he’s from a poor family while dating the reader who comes from a wealthier family. (Not mega rich)

Angst with some fluff?

Doesn't matter

(17)

*my gif not my TikTok

"this would look nice on you" I held up a shirt to Nick "you like it?" he nodded I put it in the cart he sighed. "you need new socks?" I asked he shook his head "you sure?" "yeah i'm sure" he snapped back "okay". "who's that for?" he asked as I put a purple hoodie in the cart "Nina I thought it would be cute for Christmas" he didn't say anything.

Nick helped me put the bags in the back of my car, "you want to come to my house?" I asked "sure..only for like an hour h" he nodded. He laid on my couch watching TV while I was sitting on the floor wrapping presents "did you get my mom gifts?" he asked I looked up at him "yeah of course!" "does that mean I have to get you mom something?" I shook my head "no I just saw something thought your mom would like it" he took a deep breath and sat up "how many under there are for me and my family" "um half" I said unsure "stop buying us stuff" I gave a breathless laugh and he didn't crack a smile "baby it's fine I like buying you guys stuff" "stop...I gotta go i'll see you when I see you" he stood up "you need a ride?" "no" he walked out the door.

| 3 Days Later |

I knock on Nick's door, Nina opened it "hey your brother here?" I asked she nodded and smiled "his room" I went in his room he smiled till he saw the shopping bag in my hand. "hey!" I smiled and leaned door and kissed him "what'd got?" he asked "it's an early gift, I know you have a meet this weekend thought you needed this" I pulled a new TapOut gym bag. His bag was falling apart "take that back" he said rubbing a hand down his face "what you don't like it?" "no you just treat me like a fucking charity case" he sat up "what?" "your buying me and my family shit rubbing it in my face" my eyes slightly watered "i'm not I-" "No what fucking girlfriend buys her boyfriend socks" he stood up "thats what your upset about" he scoffed and shook his head grabbing the bag handing it to me "get out i'm done being you're fucking charity case" he lightly pushed me to the door "your kidding me" "no i'm not" I picked up the bag and quickly walked down the hall. Nate was on the couch "here new gym bag" "oh shit thanks Y/n" I nodded and wiped my nose I nodded "I gotta go" I softly smiled "oh okay".

I slammed my car door before putting it in drive. I sat on my bed my knees to my chest "I thought you were staying at Nicks tonight?" my sister asked I shook my head pulling his hoodie tighter "what's wrong?" she sat next to me "he broke up with me or I don't know".

It was about 12 I was watching TV, Nick opened my door "hey," he said quietly "i'm sorry I just-it's hard for me Y/n...I-I can't buy you things I can't by my mom my little siblings anything, that makes me feel like shit. I shouldn't have talked or done that to you" I sat up and wrapped my arms around his shoulders from the side "I like getting you stuff I don't want anything from you..thank you for saying sorry" I kissed his shoulder. He laid next to me "i'm sorry but I gave that bag to Nate" I said looking at him "you did?" he smiled I nodded he shook his head "that was a nice bag" "no duh" I said he pecked my lips "love you i'm sorry again" "love you too Nicky" .

#nick diaz #ufc #nick diaz x reader #nick diaz imagine #nick diaz imagines

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banannabethchase · 11 months

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Set the World Alight - Chapter 6 (link to AO3)

It's Christmas and New Year's, and Matt and Nick have a whole lot of feelings in this week.

I am unable to resist a New Year's Eve scene, even when I'm writing in May, it appears.

Tuesday, December 25th

Nick

He wakes up to something smacking him on the chest.

“What the fuck?” he mumbles.

“It’s Christmas!” Matt says. Nick’s eyes settle to see his sister on his stomach, bouncing slightly. “Hi. Wake up.”

“Why do you hate me this much?” Nick whines, shifting so he can roll Matt onto the floor. To his disappointment, she rolls with it and lands on her feet.

“Do I look okay?” she asks. She’s wearing a black Deftones shirt that must be Mox’s and a pair of blue and purple pajama pants.

“Uh. Yeah?” Nick pushes himself up in bed. “Why?”

Matt turns just the tiniest bit pink. “These are, um. These are girl pants.”

“Yeah,” Nick says slowly. “’Cause you’re a girl.”

“No, like. Mox got them for me for Christmas.” She smiles a little, the pink growing stronger. “He said they were cute and he thought I’d like them.”

“Why are you telling me this?” Nick whines. “I wanted to sleep in.”

“Are they too girly?” Matt asks. “Like, is it gonna be obviously they’re girl pants?”

“Matt,” Nick says, “I promise. You could wear a shirt that says ‘I’m a girl’ and Mom and Dad wouldn’t look twice. You’re good.”

Matt relaxes. “Okay. Yeah.” She nods. “Thanks, Nicky. Love you.”

“Ugh, go away.”

He shoves the pillow over his head and locks the door behind Matt. Forget that they share the room – she can go nap on the couch.

The rest of Christmas goes by without incident. Like he’d guessed, their parents say nothing about Matt’s pants.

“Are you two still having Adam and Kenny over tomorrow for your Christmas cookies?” their mom asks. She’s curled up against their dad’s side on the couch, halfway through the third run through of How the Grinch Stole Christmas.

Matt nods absently from where she’s in front of the coffee table, putting together the giant puzzle Nick had gotten her. “Yeah,” she says. “I mean, I think so.”

“I’ll text them,” Nick says. Seeing his parents together, seeing Matt in Mox’s tee shirt and the pants he’d gotten her for Christmas. It makes Nick feel strangely alone.

You two dorks still coming over tomorrow?

Adam texts back first, like always. Yeah! 11, right?

Cool see you then. Kenny???

Kenny doesn’t text back until 4:30, but Nick and Matt aren’t surprised. He’s still trying to pretend he’s not spending the afternoon at Kota’s house.

“I don’t know why he’s trying so hard to keep it a secret,” Matt says, primly moving the puzzle pieces around. “It’s not like we don’t all know.”

“It’s his to share,” their mom says, and Nick catches her eye for long enough that he thinks he sees something there. “When Kenny’s ready, he’ll tell you.”

Nick hopes Matt heard that.

“Can I help you?” Nick asks, sliding to the floor next to Matt. He reaches out to grab a piece.

“No!” she shrieks, slapping his hand out of the way. “Go away! You’ll ruin it!”

“You’re the worst,” Nick mumbles. But he stays next to her, anyway.

Wednesday, December 26th

Nick

“I’m so full,” Kenny groans, flopped on his back in the middle of the living room. “This is hell. Why did you do this to me, Matt?”

“This is absolutely not my fault,” Matt says. She’s face down on the floor next to Kenny, legs curled up underneath her. Nick is doing everything he can not to kick her directly in her sticking up butt. “All I did was bake the cookies. You’re the one who gave yourself salmonella by eating all that cookie dough.”

“Adam, does it happen this early?” Kenny asks, rolling over to see Adam, who is scrolling on his phone.

“Does what happen?” Adam asks. He shifts, resting his legs over Nick’s lap. Nick is normal about it.

“Salmonella,” Kenny says. He rolls over on his side, gripping his stomach. “I hurt. I hurt everywhere.”

“Lay on your left side,” Adam says, setting his phone down. “Helps with digestion. I think. It might be the right side.”

“Oh, thanks, for being fifty-fifty on a way to save me from death,” Kenny says. “Matt, punch Adam for me.”

“Can’t,” she mumbles. “Still dying.”

“Nick, do what your brother isn’t brave enough to do and punch Adam,” Kenny grumbles.

Matt flails and shifts, turning to them. “Oh. Uh. About that.” She glances over to Adam who’s put his phone away. He’s also taken his legs off of Nick’s lap to go sit on the floor next to Matt, but Nick can be not jealous about that. He follows, scooting up next to Adam. “I’m not his brother.”

Kenny sits up, baffled. “You’re adopted?”

“God, you’re obtuse,” Matt says fondly. She pats Kenny on the cheek. “No, you beautiful dumbass. I’m a girl.”

Kenny blinks. Nick’s reminded a little of a confused husky with the way he tilts his head to the side. “You’re a girl?”

“Yeah,” Matt says, and Nick can watch the confidence shrink away from her. “I, um. It’s pretty new. But I’ve been trying to find a good time to tell you.” She shrugs. “So. Now you know.”

Kenny slowly breaks into a smile. “I think I knew that,” he says.

“What?”

“I – I can’t explain it,” Kenny says, “but, like, way back in fifth grade, when we all had that one sleepover?”

“One sleepover?” Adam asks. “We had, like, three hundred.”

“I know which one,” Matt says, turning a little pink. “Um. Yeah. I remember.”

“I didn’t say anything, because, like, wasn’t my thing,” Kenny says, “but Matt…” he trails off.

“I found one of Kenny’s mom’s dresses and put it on,” Matt adds. “I don’t – well, now I know why, but then I didn’t. And Kenny found me and just told me I looked good in blue.” She beams at him. “I didn’t know you remembered.”

“I didn’t, until just now,” Kenny says. “But, yeah. Got a name you want me to call you?”

Matt shakes her head. “Not – not yet. I’m still Matt. But a girl.”

“Matt but a girl,” Kenny says. “I can work with that.” He takes both of Matt’s hands in his and leans close to her. “Matt but a girl,” he says, “you fucking suck and you tried to kill me with your cookie dough.”

The four of them collapse in a pile of hysterical laughter, and Nick, not for the first time, is so glad they have each other.

Tuesday December 31st

Matt

“Okay,” she says, shaking out her hands. “Okay, I can do this. I’m gonna wear boy clothes and that’s okay because I’m not a boy, I’m just a girl wearing boy clothes.” He stares at the skinny jeans and the blue polo on his bed. “I can do this.”

There’s a knock on his door and she jumps half a foot. “Who is it?”

“It’s Nick.” The door pokes open and her brother’s hand waves. “Can I come in?”

Matt, dressed in a pair of plaid pajama pants and the Scene Queen shirt her mom had gotten her for Christmas, sighs. “Yeah, I’m good. Come in.”

Nick pushes open the door slowly, looking hesitant with a half smile on his lips. “You okay?”

“I – sure?” She doesn’t mean for it to be a question.

Nick looks on the bed. “Those jeans are – cute,” he says. He frowns, like he’s not sure those are the words he meant to say. “I mean, they’re good. They. I don’t know what to say.”

Matt sighs, sitting on the bed and blowing hair out of her face. “They’re fine,” she says. “But they’re boy pants. I’m going into the new year with boy pants.”

“Well,” Nick says. When Matt looks at him, his brow is furrowed, the way he gets when he’s super into a basketball game. “Okay, technically, they’re girl pants. Since you’re a girl and they’re yours, right?”

Matt considers it. “Huh.”

“And you – I mean, remember that shirt Aunt Marissa got me for Christmas?” He lights up. “Wait. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

“Where would I go?” Matt asks, baffled. “It’s four a clock on New Year’s Eve!” She hears some weird banging and a few thuds before Nick yells, “I got it!” and thunders down the hallway. He skids to a halt right in front of Matt, holding something bright and floral patterned in his hand. “Here.” He shoves it into Matt’s chest.

Matt catches it. “Um. Thanks?”

“It’s the shirt!” Nick says, excited. “Remember? I opened it and I was like, ‘Um, thanks,’ because it’s from the woman’s department and doesn’t fit me quite right.” He grins. “Come on. Try it. I think it might – I think you might like it.”

Matt nods. “Okay,” she says. Her voice is small. “Okay, yeah. Get out.”

“What?”

“Go away,” Matt says. She kicks at Nick’s shins. “I gotta change. Get out.”

“Jesus, I’m going, I’m going.” Nick flips her off over his shoulder. Worth it.

Matt pulls on the jeans – the jeans that are girl jeans simply because she herself is a girl, she reminds herself – and then pulls the shirt over her head. She’s never allowed herself to wear something like flowers before. It felt too much like a confession she wasn’t ready to make.

She’s ready, now.

She thinks she’d look better with some boobs, as she often thinks about any shirt she puts on, but she spins a little and looks at herself in the mirror, and feels a little more like herself.

“Can I come in yet?” Nick asks. “I wanted to borrow that button down green shirt.”

“No,” Matt says as she pulls it out of the closet.

“Why not?!” Nick whines, stomping his feet a little.

Matt chucks the shirt at his chest. “Jeez, quit whining. Yeah, you can borrow the shirt. Calm down.”

“You’re impossible,” Nick grumbles, but he pulls off his tee shirt in favor of the button up. “The shirt looks good on you, by the way.”

“It does?” Matt asks. She smooths her hands over the front of the shirt, and nudges Nick out of the way to get a better look at herself in the mirror. “It’s not too – too girl?”

“Isn’t that what you’re going for?” Nick asks. He does the last two buttons, then undoes them, then does one of them and messes with the collar. “You know. Girl?”

Matt opens her mouth, then closes it again. “Oh. Right. I forgot that was, like, the whole point.”

Nick smiles at her, and it’s soft and genuine and annoyingly kind. “You’re allowed to be you, Matty,” he says. “I’m gonna steal your clothes no matter what.” He claps her on the shoulder. “I bothered you when I thought you were my brother and I’m gonna be even worse now that I know you’re my sister.”

“That – that doesn’t help, Nick.”

He shrugs. “Kind of the point.”

“Hey, wait.” Matt follows him as he walks out of their bedroom. “What’s the whole plan for tonight?”

“Uh,” Nick says, shoving Matt a little so he can go down the stairs first, like a big ol’ brat. “Snacks? Watch terrible music on the New Year’s Eve shows? Yelling at midnight?”

“I mean with Adam,” Matt says. “Are you finally gonna kiss him?”

“I – what?!” Nick exclaims. “Ew. No. I don’t want to kiss Adam. Gross.”

“That would be convincing if you were a seven year old girl,” Matt says, pushing him into a wall.

“Hey!”

“You’re just chicken,” Matt says. “Ask Adam out, you dumbass.”

“Mom!” Nick yells, like a baby. “Mom, Matt’s pushing me!”

“Nick’s being a baby.”

Their mom glares at both of them. “Knock it off, boys.”

Nick immediately stills and throws a smile back at Matt. It’s appreciated. But still annoying.

Nick

“I am not going to kiss Adam at midnight!” Nick hisses over the fire. He pulls his jacket tighter around himself.

“I think you should,” Mox says. Matt’s curled up in his lap and they’re wrapped in the biggest, fuzziest blanket the Jacksons have. It feels unfair. “I mean, he’s clearly in love with you.”

“He is,” Willow says.

“He is not!” Nick says. “You guys are the worst.”

“I don’t see the problem here, Nick,” Claudio says. Stupid perfect European looking all comfortable in the 30 degree weather. “If the two of you like each other, why not make it official?”

“We don’t – I don’t like him,” Nick snaps. “He’s my best friend. I like spending time with him and playing with his goats!”

“So that’s what the kids call it these days,” Jamie whispers, but not quietly enough.

“I’m going to kill you, Jamie,” Nick says, flopping into a chair, unable to keep himself from pouting. “I’m gonna trip you on the court, and then do a magic spell, and turn you into a basketball.”

“Why is Nick committing murder and witchcraft?”

Nick slides off the bench onto the snowy ground as Adam walks in. He looks like a Greek god or something, backlit by the outdoor house lighting, and Nick is. Nick might be wrong about the not liking him thing. Damn it.

Kenny walks in behind Adam. Nick resists the urge to make fun of him for being a permanent passenger princess since swearing off driving the year before after an incident with a mailbox on his way to Kota. Kenny still thinks that nobody knows that’s where he was going.

“She was going into unreasonable detail about going down on Britt in the locker room,” Riho pipes in. Nick owes her a million dollars. And maybe another one of those bows she likes.

Adam wrinkles his nose. “Yeah, I’m too gay for that conversation. Nick, why’re you on the ground?” He reaches down and hauls Nick up like it’s nothing, and Nick feels like he’s about to explode.

“He fell,” Matt offers.

“I mean,” Adam says, slowly, “yeah? Obviously?”

“Maybe I wanted to sit in the snow, Matt,” Nick snipes. “Ever think of that.”

“Oh, here they go,” Adam says. But he keeps his arm pressed up against Nick’s while they sit, almost too close, on the bench.

“Who are you kissing at midnight?” Matt asks, sliding up next to Nick two minutes until midnight.

“Nobody,” Nick grumbles. “Leave me alone.”

“You should talk to Adam,” she says, bouncing on her toes. “Seriously. I think he likes you.”

“He doesn’t,” Nick insists. He turns to Matt, who looks so eager it almost makes him sick. “Please, Matty. I – I need you to back off on this.”

She shrinks back immediately, looking hurt with her eyes all big. Nick hates that look. Makes him feel bad. “I’m sorry,” she says, voice quiet. “I just. I don’t want you to go into the new year all pouty.”

“Fine, I’ll kiss Claudio,” Nick says, rolling his eyes. “Okay? I’ll kiss Claudio.”

“That’s…Claudio’s straight.”

“And?” Nick says, shrugging. “So are you.”

Matt’s misery disappears and is replaced with a dreamy sort of smile. “Yeah, I am,” she sighs. “I’m – I’m gonna go find Mox.” And she practically floats away.

It’s a minute to midnight, and Nick is stupid, so he walks up to Claudio.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

“Can we kiss at midnight?”

Claudio blinks. “Um. Really?”

Nick nods. “I mean, why not? You’re the only one of us on the team who hasn’t kissed one of the other members, you know? Fun little way to start the new year.”

Claudio stares at him. And stares. And Nick’s beginning to wonder if he’s going to start the New Year getting beaten up by a giant Swiss god. “Alright,” Claudio says, shrugging. “Are you thinking a little peck? Or the whole deal?”

“Up to you,” Nick says. “I haven’t been kissed since, like, July.”

“Well we can’t have that, now, can we.” Claudio glances over to TV. “Thirty seconds.”

Nick nods. “Yup.”

They all count down together, Adam on the side with Willow and Riho, and Nick doesn’t think about how he instinctively knew where he was.

“Three, two, one! Happy New Year!”

“Pucker up, Nicholas,” Claudio says with a big grin.

Nick finds himself hauled in by huge arms and kissed with a focus that he didn’t expect from a straight man. When Claudio pulls back, Nick is pretty sure his entire brain just broke.

“Damn,” he manages to mumble. “Wow.”

“Don’t go falling in love with me, Nick,” Claudio says with a wink. “My heart is sadly stolen by boobs.”

“Cheers to that!” Jamie yells, hand up Britt’s shirt.

Nick glances around the room, gaze settling on Adam who looks…sad? Confused? Stressed? He wishes he could read that expression. He doesn’t know what it means, only that it makes his heart ache.

“Happy New Year!” Nick yells across the room.

Adam nods and takes a sip from his water bottle, and is quiet the rest of the night until they all fall asleep, piled together, on the living room floor.

Matt

Matt and Mox have snuck away to the den while the rest of the party celebrates in the living room, squished together in Matt’s mom’s home office. Hands are everywhere, and Matt is pretty sure she’d be willing to do something incredibly stupid if it wasn’t everyone she knew in this house right now who could walk in at any second.

Mox pulls back, breathing heavily. “We – we should.” He exhales. Matt’s a little pleased to see his pupils blown entirely. “I need to step away before I go insane.”

“I make you insane?” Matt teases. She leans back against her mom’s desk, running her tongue along her lips.

“When you do shit like that, yeah, you do.” Mox runs a hand through his shaggy hair. “Jesus, what’d I ever do to get a New Year’s Eve like this.” He smiles. “Best girlfriend ever.”

Matt sparkles with the praise, with the term, with the identity. “Yeah? You’re the best boyfriend ever.” She steps toward him. “I want to go back out before the ball drops, though.”

“I have a horrible joke about my balls I would make right now, but I won’t make it,” Mox says. His smile is crooked. Matt has to kiss it.

When they pull back to breathe again, Matt reaches for the door.

“You think Nick’s gonna kiss Adam?” Mox asks. Matt doesn’t miss the way he has to adjust his jeans before they make it into the hallway. She has to fix hers, too, but she’s far more discrete about it. Elegant, even, she thinks.

“No,” she sighs. “He’s too chicken. He’s convinced Adam doesn’t like him back, which is stupid, because we’ve all seen the way he looks at Nick.”

“Nick’s not too subtle on his part, either,” Mox mutters as they make their way back into the living room. It looks like nobody noticed they were gone, which is good. Adam is laughing in the corner with Willow and Riho, Jamie and Britt are making out on the couch, and Nick’s with Claudio, Cole, and some of the other basketball guys in the corner.

She makes the game time decision to pull Nick aside and ask, one more time, but he’s so resistant and sad when he tries to convince her doesn’t like Adam, she just feels miserable for him. Until, that is, he reminds her that she gets to be Mox’s girlfriend at midnight, and she forgets what’s going on.

“I’m – I’m gonna go find Mox,” she says. She meanders her way back into Mox’s arms. He pulls her in with a kiss to the top of her head.

“Hey, baby,” he says. “I have an idea.”

She pulls back enough to be able to look into those baby blue eyes, that look that can stick her to the floor before she can even think. “Yeah?”

“What if,” he says, swaying them back and forth, “you make a resolution.”

Matt nods. “Yeah. I – I was thinking about that.”

Mox smiles down at her. “You were?”

She nods. “I – I think I want to be out, to everyone, before I graduate. I want to start college as me, you know?”

He nods.

“It’s almost midnight.”

“It is.”

“You gonna kiss me?”

The rest of the room starts counting down from ten. And Mox kisses her into the New Year, blinding and beautiful and the best omen she could have imagined.

Nick

He wakes up with his face in something that is definitely not a pillow.

“What the – oh.” He freezes when he realizes his arm are around Adam’s waist, his body lined up along Adam’s back. “Oh.”

He blinks the sleep out of his eyes, realizing the sunlight streaming in through the living room windows is what woke him up.

Adam makes this little noise as Nick pulls away from him, rolling over. “Come back,” he mumbles. “Cold.”

“Oh, calm down, you big whiner,” Nick says as he grabs a blanket from Cole and Kyle’s mountain of them and drapes it over Adam. “I’ll be right back.”

“Good,” Adam mumbles. And he falls into a snore that would rival a jackhammer.

Nick runs to the restroom and brushes his teeth for good measure, then snuggles back in.

“Oh, man,” Nick giggles quietly, “Adam, your breath stinks.”

“It’s morning,” Adam mumbles. “Everybody’s breath stinks.”

Nick rolls his eyes as he snuggles back into his spot, this time curling up under the blanket with Adam.

It’s not until he wakes up again, two hours later and much colder, that he reflects on it.

He sits up so fast his head sort of spins, to see that he, Britt, Riho, Claudio, and Kyle are the only ones left in the living room.

“Where’d everybody go?” Britt mumbles. She and Jamie managed to commandeer the couch after a violent battle between them and Cole and Kyle the night before, but even she looks a bit more rumpled than usual.

“Probably kitchen,” Nick grumbles. “Floor’s hard.”

“it’s supposed to be,” Claudio half growls. “It’s a floor, dumbass.”

“You’re mean when you wake up,” Nick says. He throws a pillow at Claudio’s head, nailing him right on the top of the head, and scurries to the kitchen before Claudio can kill him.

“Hey, kiddos!” their dad says, grinning behind a mountain of pancakes. “Some of you sleep like the dead.”

“I don’t,” Matt says pouting. “Mox and Adam and Cole snore.”

“That wasn’t me!” Cole argues. “It’s Kyle. He snores so bad.”

“Adam was snoring this morning,” Nick offers, grinning over at Adam, trying to pretend like it was all normal, the way they curled around each other that morning.

Adam smiles, but there’s something tight behind it. “Sorry. It’s weird to be awake and not checking on the animals, you know?”

“I don’t,” Nick says. “But I get it.”

Breakfast is sleepy eyes and bright smiles, Mox and Matt holding hands on the bench while Matt does a terrible job of using her left hand to eat.

“It’s too cold to be eating outside,” Riho says, teeth chattering. “This is a terrible idea.”

Willow throws a blanket around both of their shoulders. “But it’s beautiful, Riho!”

“It’s awful.” She turns and buries her face into Willow’s shoulder, and Willow looks far more pleased about it than Nick would have expected.

With well wishes for the year ahead and yawns, everyone trickles out slowly, with Adam, Cole, Kyle, and Mox the last stragglers.

“It’s pretty this early in the morning,” Kyle says. “I don’t usually see the world from this side of 6am.”

“It’s ten,” Adam says. “And way later than you wake up for school.”

“I am not a morning person, Page,” Kyle says sternly. “I do not wake up fully until 12:30, and that’s on a good day.”

“He’s not lying,” Cole says. “And it’s weird to watch. Every once in a while he, like, wakes up in the middle of lunch.”

“It’s called multitasking,” Kyle says, looking weirdly proud of himself. “I can sleep and do mundane things all at once.”

“Is Mundane Things Cole’s new nickname then?” Adam asks, grinning.

Cole throws a pancake at Adam’s head. “You shut up.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Nick says, glancing over at Adam. “We forget you prefer being called ‘adequate.’”

Nick watches Adam peel pancake out of his hair, and suddenly realizes he wishes he was the one that got to mess with Adam like that. Wishes he was the one who was supposed to wake up with Adam like that for sleepovers.

“Oh no,” he half whimpers, looking down at his plate.

“You okay?” Matt asks, eyeing him.

“I’m good,” Nick says. “Just tired.”

#Tumblr formatting fucked up and I am Not Pleased but whatever #MoxMatt high school AU #in which Sara writes #wtf i like wrestling now???#MoxMatt

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watching that 90’s show *ੈ✩‧₊˚

episode 01

love that they kept the silly transitions ah!

also the writing is so good — it stays so true to the original

i love kitty & red so funny

THE KELSO KID AH!

screamed when michael and jackie showed up

i want a summer like this anyways

so hyped to keep watching

episode 02

not much happened lol

love that sherri is becoming friends with kitty

FEZ!

episode 03

the commercial !!

not them going to the mall to get leia her first kiss

they had no right giving jay that much rizz for that car scene with leia — also since when was he so smart

red & his massage chair lmao

episode 04

RAVEEEE

love all the references and repeated situations from the original show

why did they do leia dirty with her hair

also their rave outfits are kinda rough — love the purple skirt overalls tho

the friends reference feels outta pocket like we’re ross & rachel even together by that point of the show being on air?

episode 05

the ✨internet✨

ew creepy hot tub lady

red being scared about the computer haha

the sex phone call lmao

“the internet is just two demons yelling at each other”

i knew hot tub girl was gonna be an issue

episode 06

i LOVE gwen’s fit

SHE WAS 14?!?! WHAT

please i thought they were at least 15

“you’ve got twice the balls, act like it” — CRYING

the who 90210 but point place version is so funny

bob singing karaoke lol

THE CAR HE GAVE HER THE CAR!!

THEY KISSED!!

THE COPS!!

episode 07

criminal mastermind without the mind a kelso lol

tattoos, babies and DUI’s the unholy trinity — CRYING SHERRI IS SO RIGHT

OH NO KITTY GOT A TATTOO

it’s a cat haha

red teaching sherri to ride a bike

episode 08

red is SPEED

ski jump arms haha

NOT THE CROTCH GRAB LMAO

the moose

episode 09

not school starting soon :,(

uh oh bf vs bff time fight

“those kids are idiots”

“i like you” haha

training montage love

kitty wanting to be the school nurse so cute

her nurse nightmare woof

uh oh couple lost in the woods ft leo

love how they snuck into the country club iconic

leia giving nate water haha

not gwen being snappy — but we love the heart to heart between nate & leia

KITTY GOT THE JOB!!

awww good friendship hug thank god

kinda loving all of jay’s stupid graphic tees — like this green one with the wolves

oh no not a serious relationship talk jay, i knew it was inevitable but ahh

episode 10

OMG THE KELSO BURN IS BACK

them dancing so cute! love!

oh nate… buddy your timing so bad

uh oh the breakup talk

OH CHEEZE WIZZ IN THE PANTS

i can’t take jay seriously with all the cheese wizz on his shirt

the phone in the pot haha

not the chili’s lol

leia turning into red lol “dumbasses”

donna figuring out about the boyfriend being a kelso and about him in general

fez’s tiny pants lmao

“i have a tv in my bathroom BITCH” crying

oh fenton

THEY ALMOST KISSED :O

WHATTTT

my literal reaction was: they are not about to kiss right now right? WRONG Z

love the throwback circle

awww they’re signing the water tower!

“well i made that birch my bitch” thank you fenton for being iconic

THE AWKWARD

THEN JAY SHOWS UP

ahhhhhh

she’s gone *sobbing*

aw so glad it showed the film

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i could not for the life of me tell why jay looked so familiar — then it dawned on me (no pun intended) that he was in nicky ricky dicky and dawn haha

overall i really like the show i think it’s fun and a great tribute to the original but the pacing was a little weird especially towards the beginning/middle it felt like it reached a good pace towards the end — part of this is def the episode limit but yeah

intrigued to see how next season goes

the whole nate thing is kinda random — like i understand them having the same outlook or whatever but they barely interacted throughout the season

honestly that is one of my complaints is that there were so many characters that i didn’t get attached to a whole lot of them or know much about them by the end

#kcwatches #that 90s show #tv #that 90’s show

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miamia980198019801 · 1 year

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1.9.23

today was an eventful day. started this morning with realizing i forgot my eyelashes and mirror at home so i left the gym empty to go get them 💀 i was only gone about 15 minutes but still whoops. then cesar came in around 7:15 and i got us lemonade, i got back too late for us to fuck before ralph came in but i gave him kisses. then around 10:30 i came to the back while ralph was up front talking to people. oh my godddddd. we fucked and i literally thought it was his cum but it was all mine, i get so wet and want him so much. he came in my mouth❤️ i love it when he slaps me, he was today and kept whispering “sssshh” cause i was getting loud. he’s so cute. and the end of the shift kind of sucked because i had gone home to get a sweater and he asked me for peanut butter and jelly so i came back and fucking octavio came in right then too. and it got insanely busy like 7 people signing up at once and i did horrible with a secret shopper because i was stressed. stupid ass victor walked by while i was giving the tour, i get annoyed seeing him. i’m glad i canceled our date and don’t talk to him anymore. i got kind of sad bc cesar was helping octavio and idek if he ate the sandwiches i made him. but yeah, after that i went to josh’s house to buy an 8th for me and marissa. he asked if i had time to chat and smoke a joint with him. of course i said yes. we were both just instantly attracted to eachother like always. i asked if i could change my work shirt and turned around in the corner and he came up behind me saying i look so good and my waist is so small. we just kept flirting with eachother and touching eachother and hugging. we went in the garage and i only took one little hit of his joint and i was so so high. too high, because when we came back to his room we were sitting on the floor and i told him how sad i am and how sometimes i don’t eat and how i had a drug problem and that i’m just extremely sad and lonely. but i don’t regret opening up to him. we only had a few minutes to talk before i had to go to marissa’s but he was so nice to me. he said i’m like something out of a dream and that i’m so pretty and “you’re so funny, you’re a really funny person” and just the way that he looks at me and touches me…. i was sitting on top of him and he told me to come closer and he said he wants to break up with genna but can’t find a good reason to. i told him my honest and high truth. that i think he’s extremely special and one of a kind and like somebody in a movie and that he can find love later in life, right now is about being young and having fun and experiences and learning what you like and to love yourself first. i really didn’t wanna leave. i asked if he would be sad if i died and he looked very serious and said yes. he says that things will work themselves out within time. i really really really want to spend more time with him. he said wednesday probably. if me and taylor aren’t friends anymore then i don’t have to feel that awful guilt. i feel sorry for genna but not really because i was seeing him and then she just walked in and started dating him so she should understand the way that he is. i also feel so dominant around him, i wanna smack him into the floor and hurt him in the best ways and tie him up. every time i see him he says “i don’t know why i stopped talking to you” and i told him i want to talk more even if it’s just something funny he saw. i really like him and i would date him or fuck around with him again. he’s very tall and a pretty boy, so very smart and hilarious and unique too. his hair is super long now, another man bun in my life. alex can go fuck his gay little self with his stupid ugly hair and weird lumpy little dick. i hope me and josh hang out wednesday. after that i went to marissa’s and brought her the weed for a late bday present and it was so nice, we hung out for like 2 hours and just caught eachother up on everything and smoked with nicki. she’s a really good friend and she’s had extreme patience with me throughout everything, i need to keep her close. also, i saw mandy moberg after that!

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nanibanner · 2 years

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Boat Day~ H.H

Dad!harry holland x reader

Summary: y/n, Harry, and Wren have a nice day on the boat

a/n: I named your baby Wren :)Also, click this link to see Wren’s outfit

Warning: shity fic with no plot;)

Harry was thrilled to introduce his baby girl to Italy, and surprisingly Wren had no trouble adapting to Italy.

Today was the last day in Italy so, Harry had rented out a boat for the day. Tom had joined you, saying that he could take care of Wren while you and Harry went jet skiing.

Y'all had gotten to the dock around 10:00 AM, Wren was happy babbling to you about god knows what, Tom and Harry went on to check out the boat. The four of you got settled in, you gave Tom all of Wren’s necessities.

The instructor gave you guys a quick synopsis of what to do and what not to do.

You and Harry were off having the time of your lives, “lets head back, yeah? The current is getting strong,” Harry yells over the wind and the waves.

You nod turning the jet ski the other way, you turned the jet ski’s in and made your way to the boat.

When you got to the boat Tom and Wren were dancing around the boat.

Wren was excited to see her mum and dad stretching out and doing grabby hands towards her dad. Her father complied taking her from his brother’s arms

“Hi, darling,” he says brushing her curls out of her face.

“Hi Wren,” you say kissing her cheek.

“Oh, no hi, Tom! Thank you for taking care of our child,” Tom mumbles to himself.

“Thanks, mate I really appreciate it,” Harry says patting Toms back, he smiles and then says “I’m going to take a nap,” he yawns, “That kid has too much energy,”

“Come on, Wren let's go get some lunch,” you say plucking her out of her dad’s arms. Y’all had taken off already the captin had told you that as soon as you and Harry got on the boat we would be smooth sailing.

You had brought a basket of all kinds of fruits and sandwiches. You had decided that you would set up lunch at the head of the boat so you could see the ocean while you ate.

You had set up Wren on a towel while you got all the food set up. Her eyes light up at the sight of her father walking towards her.

Ohh, what are we eating?” Harry asks rubbing his hands together. He’s changed out of his swimwear and is now wearing a t-shirt with some shorts.

“fruit and sandwiches,” you smile up at him, he smiles leaning down and pecking your lips.

“Wren, you hungry?” you ask putting some slices of watermelon and a sandwich cut into squares on her plate.

She nods her doe eyes looking up at you, you missed the loving gaze Harry sent you. He was admiring you, you looked absolutely from your swimsuit to his old worn-out hoodie that fits you just right, to the way your hair flowed in the wind, and you being so sweet with your baby girl. It made his heart swell.

Harry joins you guys sitting next to you. You eat in comfortable silence with the occasional screech of Wren when she sees a fish flopping out of the sea.

After lunch, Wren fell asleep to the quiet hum of the boat you were sitting on the couch outside, her head was on your chest.

Harry snaps a photo of his girls, he sits down next to you.

“Thank you, my love,” he kisses you.

You giggle pulling away “for what?” you look at him.

“For this little bundle of joy, and for everything you’ve done, he kisses you again, “I love you so fucking much Y/n” he whispers.

“I love you too, Harry,” you whisper kissing his cheek, you rest your head on his shoulder with a sigh of relief.

Y/N Y/L/N and Harry Holland spotted in Italy with their baby girl.

Written by Gia Marcos

Harry Holland and Y/n Y/l/n we're spotted in Italy with their baby girl Wren.

The couple left the Internet in shock 10 months ago, when they announced that they had given birth to a beautiful baby girl by the name of Wren, with a heartwarming post on Instagram with the caption ‘welcome home, Wren.’

click here to see the photo

the Holland clan went on to post their pictures of Wren as well, Tom posted a picture with him and Wren playing with his dog, Tessa, Their mother Nicki posted a photo with her grandchild, captioning it with ‘my grandbaby’

the couple had not been out in public in a few months for the safety of their child, but the couple sure as hell looks happy with their baby girl.

Last week we interviewed Y/n she said

“Harry is a huge help and he loves his baby girl a lot he likes to show her off all the time, I've caught him a few times trying to get her to sit still so he can take photos of her, he's very cute and I look forward to settling down with him.”

but, y/n isn't the only one who is looking forward to settling down, Tom admits that his brother is absolutely smitten with Y/n. “He is completely in love,” Tom dishes, He's like “Mate I want to marry her,”

It looks like Harry and Y/n are settling down with each other. We wish the best to the couple and their baby girl.

#harry holland x you #harry holland #harry holland x reader #harry holland fluff

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i-need-entertainment · 3 years

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Haikyuu!! Boys as Bad Dad moments

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi, Daishou and Numai

**These are ways they “failed” as fathers. I am not talking about ACTUALLY failing as fathers, just things dads have done that most of us either remember/get told about NOT TO BE TAKEN S E R I O U S L Y it is just for f u n I also gave them all at least 2 kids cause SibLiNgS**

A ‘*’ means it happened to me lol

TW- Mentions of giving too much medicine, accidental pain caused to child, these are things I either experienced/knew people who experienced them, allusion to cursing/a FEW bad words (but I substitute a letter for something else :)

*Akaashi Keiji:

He had been working in his office when his son had come in.

You had been putting your newborn to sleep for a nap when your son decided he wanted to be with his dad.

His son was only 3, so when Akaashi was held up in his office editing his son, Kenji, would sometimes come in and plop himself in Akaashi’s lap.

His sons small feel padded on the floor while he made his way to his father, softly tugging on his pants as he stuck his arms up.

Akaashi smiled and softly chuckled before gently picking up his son from under his arms and placing him on his lap.

He got to work soon after, reading and revising the pages.

Other than having his son on his lap it wasn’t unusual for him to be drinking coffee while working.

Keep in mind, your son had inherited a lot from Akaashi, and not just his looks or personality.

But also his habits.

Because of this, your son was very fidgety, usually toying with a string or your fingers.

That meant he tended to move around a lot.

Akaashi had just lifted his not-so-cold coffee to his lips when his son had made a sudden movement, causing him to knock his arm and, “AHH” Akaashi’s eyes snapped open as his son started crying, cursing under his breath he stood up gently holding his son in his arms as he carried him to the bathroom.

Sitting him down on the counter he dried the coffee off of his son, luckily it hadn’t been hot enough to burn him, but it was still hot enough to hurt.

“What happened? I heard crying, is he okay?” Akaashi sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Yeah, he’s okay, he bumped my arm and I spilled my coffee on him. He’s okay! It didn’t burn him, but it did hurt...” Your frowned as you stood in front of your son, giving him a soft smile before kissing his arm, cause kisses always make it feel better~

You carefully picked him up from the counter, rocking him slowly side to side as he burrowed into your shoulder.

“Are you okay little man~” He nodded as he sniffled into your shoulder, little hands clutching onto the fabric of your t-shirt.

“You know daddy didn’t mean it, it was an accident.” He nodded again, lifting his head to rub his eyes and reach out for his dad.

Akaashi gave a wobbly smile before reaching over to grab him, kissing the top of his head as he carried him back to his office, making sure to have some iced coffee instead.

Washio Tatsuki:

This would be the first time Washio was left alone with the twins.

5 months ago, you and your husband had had your first children, your adorable fraternal twins Natsuki and Tatsuo.

Today would be the first day you would be away from them, but with your mother being sick and you being the only one available to take care of her you had to go.

You weren’t too worried about your husband, he was already a good dad so you had no doubt they were in good hands.

But it was never an enjoyable experience to have to leave your kids, especially your babies, and for the first time.

So, you decided to leave early in the morning, give them their good morning kisses and head over to your parents house.

Before you left you changed their diapers, letting them play in their little play pen while your husband tried to get up.

Rubbing his eyes Washio walked into the play room.

He had to go to the gym today for a meeting, fortunately EJP had a really good daycare system in the stadium, so he could leave his kids there while he attended the short meeting.

He stopped in his tracks as his face blanched and he felt his breath stop.

You had changed the twins’ diapers...but you hadn’t dressed them.

The twins were still young, so without looking at their, uh, biological differences you couldn’t tell them apart....

Now, usually when this happened you guys would just check the diapers, but you had just done them..

And he was already running a bit late.

So, he made his best guess, got them dressed (one in pink, the other in blue), fed and in the car driving them to the stadium.

Once he got there he quickly dropped them off, rushing to his meeting.

The meeting had been fairly simple, just some pre-season info he’d need.

After chatting with his coach/teammates, and stopping Suna and Komori from pulling a prank, he made his way back to the daycare.

He walked into the building when one of the younger care takers, Yui, walked up to him, One twin in each arm.

He smiled as he carefully put them into their carriers.

“Uhm, just a question...” He looked up to her and motioned for her to continue.

“...Were you aware that Tatsuo was wearing the dress?” Washio sighed as he ran a hand down his face shaking his head. Yui light heartedly smiled, “Don’t worry, we switched them.” Thanking them, he picked up his babies and went home.

He was not prepared for the way you cackled when he told you what happened.

*Konoha Akinori:

You had gone away for a business trip, leaving your husband Konoha home with your 3 kids. (You guys have 2 girls and a boy)

Your middlest child, your son Akira, had recently come down with a cold making the poor thing miserable when he tried to sleep.

Being the good dad that he is, he gave his son some benadryl!

The next morning he woke up, and after letting his kids sleep in for a little bit he woke them up too.

...two of them.

He tried several times to get his son to leave his bed, but the little kid couldn’t so much as swing one foot over the side of his bed with out falling asleep again.

He didn’t think too much of it, the kid had a cold after all.

So he let him sleep for another hour or so before making him get up for real.

A day later you got home, and everything was pretty much normal.

Until you went to put your son to bed, and realized he had crashed on the couch.

“...Uhm, Akinori?” Your husband lifted his head at your voice, setting the dishes in the sink and drying his hands with a towel as he made his way over to you.

“Yeah babe?” You took a look over towards your son before looking back to your husband.

“...Has Akira been like that all weekend?” Konoha ran his hand through his hair as he sighed. “No, only since Saturday. He wasn’t feeling good so I gave him some benadryl, he’s been dead to the world since.” You slowly nodded.

“Uhm, Akinori?” He raised an eyebrow at you. “How much benadryl did you give him?”

He left to grab the box, coming back with it in his hand as he continued to look at it.

He shook his head in confusion. “I gave him the amount the box said, 1 teasp-”- He paused.

Uh oh.

He in fact, had not given his son a teaspoon of benadryl.

He had given him a tablespoon.

*Kita Shinsuke:

You had to leave early one morning for a doctors appointment; you were pregnant with you and Kita’s second child.

Usually for these appointments Kita’s grandmother would watch your 3 year old daughter Kyoka.

But she had something to do that morning so Kita was the one responsible for getting her ready for preschool.

Kita was a good father so you weren’t worried.

You knew she would be put together, fed, and on time.

There was just one thing you couldn’t account for.

“Daddy?” Kita looked away from the mirror he was shaving in and down to his daughter, washing away the traces of shaving cream. “Yes sweetheart?”

She held out her small hand, 2 bright pink hair ties with little butterfly charms on them held out in her palm.

“Can you do my piggy tails please?” His eyes widened.

He hadn’t done hair...like...ever.

But from the puppy eyes his little princess was giving him, how could he not do it?!

Plus, it couldn’t be that hard...right? I mean, he had watched you do it plenty of times, and it was pretty straight forward.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed he had her stand on the ground in front of him.

He grabbed her brush and put the two hair ties she had given him on his wrist.

He brushed her hair and parted it as evenly as he could, trying to be gentle in the process.

Now time for the pig tails..

He pulled her hair back, trying to make it tight to it would stay.

...But he might have made it a little too tight.

He turned her around and realized he had made them way too tight.

Not only did her hair look like he had slicked it back with x4 strength hair gel, but it was so tight that her eyebrows had been stuck way up on her forehead.

He was quick to turn her back around, loosening the hair ties so she looks like a 3 year old again.

His face turned undeniably red as he told you what happened later that night, you light heartedly laughing at his misfortune.

Suna Rintaro:

Suna had just gotten out of practice, and now he was on the way to his kids school.

You and Suna had 4 kids, 2 boys and 2 girls.

The youngest 2 had a doctor’s appointment earlier that day, which you had taken them too. Meaning Suna needed to pick the older 2 up from elementary school.

He had been listening to music, his music to be specific.

He had pulled into the parking lot, changing the playlist to a kid friendly one right before his children got in the car.

After they had told him about their days, and he had told about his, he switched back on the music.

It had been fine for a song.

Until he realized that he had a few songs qued.

The fun little song had just ended when the bass dropped, the color draining from his face as soon as the song started.

The mentioned song being “Big Bank” by YG, 2 Chainz, Big Sean and Nicki Minaj of course~.

He was quick to turn the radio off, waiting until he could pull over, empty the que, and turn on kid friendly music.

He told the kids to ‘forget what they heard’ and he continued on his drive home.

Now, you’ve got to remember, his daughter is in kindergarten and his son is in 2nd grade, so they’re still kind of at that “monkey see, monkey do” age range.

Or rather, “monkey hear, monkey repeat.”

He thought it was gonna be okay, they were good kids so he figured telling them to forget they even heard it, they would let it go.

There was just one thing about his children that he didn’t account for.

As obedient and well behaved as his children were, they were also very curious.

That night at dinner they had all been sat down at the table, eating dinner and talking about their days.

You had been feeding your infant son while Suna had been watching the 3 year old, the other 2 older children happily eating their food. Until...

“Hey mommy?” You looked at your daughter with a smile, “Yes baby?” She continued to eat her dinner, “What’s a b!tch?” Your eyes widened as your husband choked on his food, your baby laughing at the scene before him.

Hitting his chest and taking a sip of water Suna tried to catch his breath.

“Nezuko we don’t say that, where did you hear that?!” She tilted her head as she looked at you confused before turning to look at Suna, pointing a small finger at him.

“It was on the radio, daddy told us to ‘forget’ but I didn’t know what it meant...What does it mean?” You sent a glare towards your husband as you sighed.

After explaining to your daughter why it was bad to say those things and not to repeat everything she heard you cleaned up your kids and put them to bed.

...You had quite the conversation with your husband later that night.

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

Ushijima had been on grocery duty this week since you had a meeting with a friend.

He had the Friday off, and since you weren’t home he took the kids with him.

Now, I would like you to know that you guys have 6 kids. S I X.

Growing up with no siblings and divorced parents, Ushijima wanted to make sure none of his kids were lonely.

Originally you guys had two, each kid had a buddy.

...but then you had a third, and you couldn’t just leave him alone...

so you had another...then another...

And now you guys have 6. But it’s okay cause you both love kids anyway~

He was doing his best, he truly was. He had his 2 youngest sitting in the little seat by the handle bar, 2 kids in the basket, 1 hanging onto the side and the oldest walking alongside him.

When they got to check out he had to take one of the kids out of the basket, so he opted for his 3rd oldest, his son Kazue, figuring he was older so it’d be a-okay.

He checked out his extensive amount of groceries before loading them up into his car, and his kids.

He pulled out of the grocery store parking lot and got on the road, his kids singing along to the radio and chatting amongst themselves.

They had been driving for 6 minutes when his oldest child, Ren, spoke up. “Uh, dad?” He hummed, briefly checking the rear view mirror before returning his gaze to the road. “When are we going back to get Kazue?” His face lost all color as his eyes widened.

As swiftly and safely as he could he pulled over to the side of the road, whipping around in his seat to take a head count. ‘1..2..3..4..5...oh sh-’ Turning back around he got back onto the road, taking the nearest u-turn and rushing back to the store.

Unbuckling his kids from their carseats he hurried them back into the store, his oldest holding the 2nd borns hand, as he held all 3 of the younger ones in his arms.

He frantically entered the store, almost collapsing with relief when he saw his son sat at the customer service desk with the security guard, eating a lollipop before smiling when he saw his dad come to pick him up.

After giving proof that yes, he was his father, he took all of his kids back home after getting them some ice cream.

...this would be one conversation he was not excited to have with you....

Yahaba Shigeru:

Yahaba and his 2 sons had been hanging out in the living room while you finished making some snacks in the kitchen.

Yahaba had been trying to set up a DVD player, you guys were going to watch some home-videos from your high school days but they were all on CD.

So, after borrowing one from his parents house, he set out to hook it up to the TV.

...Which was proving much more difficult then he first anticipated.

His two boys, Itsuki (6) and Hayato (8) were in there with him, ‘helping’ as they had called it.

Yahaba groaned as he sat back, a hand ruffling through his hair as he racked his brain to think of the problem.

You had finished preparing everything so you came in, with the food, and set it down on the coffee table.

You came up behind your husband, kneeling down behind him and placing your hands on his shoulders.

“How’s it going?” He sighed, leaning back into you.

“Well, I think I know what I need to do, I’m going to have to stick my hand back there though. Hey Hayato, can you help me out buddy?” The 8 year old excitedly nodded.

“Great, I need you to hold this flashlight here, hold it steady okay?” Hayato nodded with a ‘Yup!’ before Yahaba laid down on his side, maneuvering to where he could see the back of the TV.

All had been going well, he had just got it hooked up, and after having you test it, it worked!

He tried to get himself out from behind the TV, until a sharp edge caught his finger.

“Sh!t!” Your eyes widened, “Shigeru!” He hadn’t realized his slip up until he was out from behind the TV, faced directly with your glare.

“Kids, don’t say that.” His youngest blinked at him. “But why?”.

Kneeling down in front of him Yahaba tried to explain, but it was a little hard when you were glaring holes into the back of his head and his oldest was giggling at the situation.

*Iwaizumi Hajime:

It was a weekend in summer vacation, and you and your husband were both off work.

This meant, you guys got a whole day to spend with your 3 boys, and one of the things you guys loved to do as a family was play games.

On this particular afternoon, your sons had chosen to play twister.

You were a little skeptical because you had 3 competitive, rambunctious boys.

And an equally competitive rambunctious husband.

But after getting 4 identical pouts you couldn’t say no...

But, you elected to be the spinner. (..for your own safety)

“Left hand, green.” This put your middlest son in quite the predicament.

The only space available was the Green directly by his fathers hand, meaning he’d have to crawl under Iwaizumi.

“Okay Hajime, right hand, yellow.” Iwaizumi grimaced as he tried to reach it.

This wasn’t good, the mat was slick, his hands were sweating-

“oOf” Before he could catch himself he had completely lost his balance, landing right on his son.

You gasped in horror as you saw the life get squeezed out of your 5 year old, scrambling from where you sat to check on your now pancaked son.

“...Hiro..are you okay..?”

His small head shot up with a “I’m okay!” Before he, albeit wearily, stood up brushing off his godzilla t-shirt before continuing on with his life.

You took a deep breath as you sat back down, flashing a warning look towards your husband who sheepishly smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

And after checking that yes, your son really was okay, you guys continued on with some...safer games.

Futakuchi Kenji:

You had left for a weekend visit to see your parents in your hometown, leaving your husband and Your 3 girls alone.

It was a friday night, so after having a less than healthy dinner, ice cream and a fair amount of other sweets, Futakuchi figured a movie before bed would be a good way to finish off the night.

He scrolled through netflix trying to find a movie he could watch with his girls.

“Daddy, can we watch snow white?!” Futakuchi looked down at his oldest, Hayami, before he shrugged. “Sure.”

He may be a guy, but he was not above watching princess movies if it meant his babies were happy. Besides, it was a disney movie, what bad could be in it!

Everything was going swell, until the witch showed up.

He felt the sick feeling of dread in his stomach as soon as he felt his middlest curl in tight to his side, his youngest hopping off of the couch and climbing into his lap.

...Disney SHOULD have been a safe bet, but with the way his 3 girls were clinging onto him for dear life, he probably should have previewed it first..

That night he put them to bed, reading them a quick story before giving them each a kiss on their forehead and tucking them into bed.

15 minutes.

15 minutes of almost sleep when he heard you guys’ bedroom door creak open, 3 sets of little feet pad over to his side of the bed.

“...daddy..?” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as he opened them, brown eyes meeting the teary ones of his 3 children as they stood there. Speaking in as soft of a voice as he could he tried not to sound as tired as he knew he was.

“What is it munchkin?” His daughters all fidgeted where they stood, fiddling with the hems of their princess night gowns as they stood there.

“...We’re scared...can we sleep with you..?” Knowing he wouldn’t be able to get them to sleep like you could, and being incredibly tired himself he moved to the side, opening the covers and making room for all 3 of his princesses.

...This was going to be a long night for him..

Daishou Suguru:

Daishou had been playing outside with his kids, his 2 year old son Kento and his 5 year old daughter Shizuko.

His son was sat on his shoulders, one of Daishou’s hands wrapped firmly around the boys ankles while the other pushed his daughter on the swing.

You had been inside getting dinner ready while they had been outside; smiling fondly at the smiles that were plastered on their faces.

When dinner had finished you walked to the sliding glass door, opening it and calling to them. “Dinners ready! Come inside and wash up so we can eat.” Your daughter and husband replied with ‘okay!’ as you went back to get plates.

Slowing down the swing Daishou brought it to a stop so Skizuko could safely get off.

In all honesty, he was a good dad.

He was very mindful of his children and their surroundings, so they didn’t get hurt too often.

He was also very careful not to accidentally hurt them.

But accidents happen.

Walking to the back door, he, somehow either forgot or the thought didn’t register in his mind that his son was still perched on his shoulders.

He didn’t remember until a loud *whack!* was heard, and his sons cries sounded above him.

..He had tried going inside, through the door, with his son on his shoulders.

Bringing him down from his shoulders he quickly brought him inside to set him down on the counter, you almost screaming when you saw the bruise forming on his little forehead.

“Ah-wha-how- SUGURU! What happened?!”

Groaning Daishou gently put a small ice pack on his sons head, “...He whacked his head on the door frame...” You looked at him, “And how did he do that?”

Daishou sighed as he looked down, grimacing at the purple mark already present on his sons head.

...For the next few nights the couch became a good friend of his.

Numai Kazuma:

Today was your son, Kazuya’s birthday. Today he would be turning 1.

Kazuya was the first, and so far only child you had with your husband of 3 years Kazuma Numai.

You and Numai were still learning how to be parents, and it had been an interesting journey to say the least, but you guys were doing good!

Your relatives and friends had just left, leaving you, Kazuma and your son.

It was pretty late so you started cleaning up in the kitchen and Numai started in the living room.

Kazuya had been pretty fussy, you both figuring he was tired, but when you tried to put him to sleep he wouldn’t even close his eyes.

So, deciding it’d be best to get it out of the way Numai held Kazuya as he was cleaning.

Things had been going just fine before Kazuya had reached out to grab at something on a nearby book shelf, causing the book shelf to start tipping over.

At that moment the only thing going through Numai’s mind was ‘stop the book shelf’, because at the moment, getting his son and him crushed by a bookshelf seemed like a very bad thing.

But what he hadn’t thought of was the fact that reflexively he had used both of his arms to stop said shelf (which didn’t even fall), the same two arms that had been holding his- “WAAAHH”

His eyes snapped down to the BABY he had just let go of, now crying on the floor.

You rushed into the living room, seeing your husband now cradling your still crying son, whispering apologies into his hair as he kissed the top of his head.

“Kazuma what happened?”

He avoided eye contact.

“...Kazuma...” Looking down he spoke.

“...I dropped him...”

...

“...you what?”

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jusvibbbin · 3 years

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One Locker Down

Kenickie Murdoch x Reader

//Grease popped up in my playlist yesterday and my childhood crush reignited itself

Senior year was going okay. Your grades were stellar, your standing in debate club was unchallenged and your personal best was improving every time you swam. But you were missing one pivotal thing to be considered the ‘complete senior.’ A relationship. You became embarrassed simply at the thought. You were cute and nice, just a bit awkward. Your social skills couldn’t hold a candle to those of Patty Simcox or the Pink Ladies. You usually preferred to keep to yourself but as senior year drew closer, you longed for more than what you had. On the first day of school you considered your options as you walked.

Are there even any options? Can you think of one person outside of your activities that even knows your name?

You were a bit discouraged walking into school as you found your way towards your locker. With your mind lost in thought, you had no time to react before bumping into none other than Kenickie Murdoch. He turned towards you directly, mouth open to begin sending a barrage of insults your way before he saw you. His mouth hung open a moment and then shut quickly. You stood there like a deer in the headlights, still waiting for the attack that was never to come. Kenickie bent down and picked up your books as you brought yourself out of your state of shock.

“I am so sorry!” You said bending down to help him, only to bonk heads with him instead. Kenickie rubbed his head and pulled off his sunglasses.

“Jesus, babe! Are you trying to send me to the hospital?”

You felt yourself blushing at what he called you and you quickly shook your head ‘no.’ Kenickie handed you your books and you went around to the locker right next to his.

“What’s your name?” Kenickie asked suddenly.

You stuttered out your name and he grinned at you.

“I like it,” he said smoothly. He looked like he had more to say until someone down the hall shouted for him. He gave you a wink and strolled down the hallway. You felt your heart beat wildly in your chest until you realized what had happened.

Ohhhh no. Not him. Not Kenickie. He’s a playboy, a greaser, not to mention he’s trouble incarnate.

But it was too late. You had it bad.

You didn’t see Kenickie until a week later. You were at your locker packing up for the day and when you closed the door, he was leaning against his locker. You stifled a scream and put a hand to your chest. Kenickie smirked at you.

“What’s the matter? Did I scare you?” he asked, pushing himself off the wall to face you.

“Just surprised me is all,” you tried to answer confidently, but it came out very unsure. Kenickie backed you into your locker and put his left hand next to your head, blocking you in on one side. You bit your bottom lip and stared up at him.

“How is it that I never noticed you before?” Kenickie eyed you up and down. “You’re hot stuff.” You thought you might die right then and there.

Kenickie thinks I’m hot? Is he feeling alright?

“Thank you,” you said shyly, keenly aware of how close he was to you and only wanting him to get closer.

Suddenly Kenickie moved away from the lockers and started walking away, calling back to you, “See you around gorgeous!”

You resisted the urge to dance your soul right out of your body and you headed the opposite way.

Kenickie’s POV:

“Kenickie who is that?” Sonny gestured to (Y/N) standing at their locker.

“Yeah, we’ve seen you talkin’ to em a whole bunch lately,” Putzie added.

Kenickie rolled his eyes and looked at the other T-Birds.

“What are you knuckleheads doing spying on me, huh?” He started to comb his hair, slick with grease, back.

“We just wanted to know what the plan was, boss,” Doody piped up. Kenickie looked at him confused.

“Plan?”

“With the nerd! We were thinking you could leave em a note inviting them on a date, tell em to wear something real flashy, and then they show up and you ain’t there!” Doody exclaimed. At this, the T-Birds erupted into laughter, hooting and howling like animals. Kenickie shut them up with a quick smack to the back of their heads.

“Enough clownin’,” he said, putting an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

“Come on Nickie, it’ll be funny!” Sonny begged.

Kenickie thought about it for a moment or two before saying, “Gimme some paper.”

Your POV:

You stood at your locker, feeling flustered. You had found a note from Kenickie. You read it over again just to be sure. It said:

“Dollface, you’re lookin’ extra good today. I was thinking maybe you and me could meet up tonight. Wear something to show off your assets. See you at Frosty Palace, seven o’clock. -KM”

You didn’t know what to think. Sure Kenickie had been nice to you lately, but the T-Birds were known for pulling stunts to hurt people’s feelings. You thought about what you wanted to do the rest of the school day, through swim practice and on your walk home from school.

Kenickie is probably just doing it to be mean. But he did say all those nice things to me… Then again it might’ve been a trick to ensure I’d come. But why go through all the effort just to stand me up? To make me look silly?

You walked into your house, waving to your mother as you went upstairs. You laid on your bed and yelled frustrated, into your pillow. You stayed there for a few moments before you heard your door creak open. You sat up as you mother walked in and sat on your bed.

“What’s going on?” Your mother asked, running her hand through your hair.

“I like this boy, and he asked me out tonight but I don’t know if he’s just going to ditch me,” you sighed. Your mother looked thoughtfully for a moment as you waited patiently for her sage wisdom.

“I think you should go. What does it matter if he stands you up? Go because you want to. If he’s there, great and if not, you can find someone else to spend time with. You are a beautiful, smart and kind person. You can get anyone you want so show that boy that you don’t need him, but you’re willing to give him a chance.”

You smiled and nodded at your mother and she helped you pick out a cute, but fairly modest, outfit for tonight. Then she helped you do your hair and by the time you were done, you looked great.

Kenickie, I hope you’re gonna be there. Cause I am gonna knock your socks off.

At six fifty your mother dropped you off just down the street from the Frosty Palace. You thanked her for everything and started walking. You hoped against hope that this wasn’t a trick. Your mother’s words had touched you, but you knew what you wanted, and you wanted him.

As you approached Frosty’s you scanned the parking lot, but saw no sign of him and your heart dropped into your stomach. You crossed the street and looked inside, but you still didn’t see him. You rounded the corner, intent on sitting on the bench so no one could see your tears, and there he was. Kenickie freaking Murdoch. He was leaning against the building, smoking a cigarette and as you walked up, he looked over at you.

“Whoa, look at you,” Kenickie smiled at you. “You look… amazing.”

You grinned at him and grabbed his hand, pulling him inside before he could even finish his cigarette. After a night of drinking milkshakes, eating burgers and playing songs on the jukebox, Kenickie drove you home. Once you got to your house, Kenickie parked and turned off the car.

“I had a lot of fun Nickie,” you said sweetly.

“Yeah, me too,” he said scooting closer towards you.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek. As you started to lean away, Kenickie caught your chin with his hand and kissed you hard on the lips. You kissed him back with intensity and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands grabbed your waist, sliding them under your shirt and rubbing small circles into your skin. You squeaked in surprise and Kenickie took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You were enjoying the moment so much you could barely tear yourself away from him when he tried to lay you down.

“Kenickie,” you mumbled as he kissed your neck.

“Mhm?”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that yet,” you said gently as you pushed yourself back a bit. Kenickie begrudgingly pulled away, giving you one last kiss.

“Whenever you’re ready babe, I’ll be here,” he said, winking at you. You giggled and hugged him. He held you close, his hand running through a section of your hair.

“See you next Friday?” You asked.

“You know it,” Kenickie smirked as you got out of the car. You waved goodbye to him and watched him speed down the road.

Oh yeah. I got it bad.

Part Two

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cjsinkythoughts · 3 years

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FATWS One Shot #6 - No One Said Anything About a Metal Arm

Word Count: 2011

Warnings: Explosions, Gunshots, The Winter Soldier, Implied Death, Stevie Almost Crying

Setting/Characters: Towards the End of Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Reader, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, Maria Hill, Nick Fury, Bucky Barnes; Mentions of Alexander Pierce, Arnim Zola

A/N: This one took me a while to write and I’ll tell you why. Rewatching this movie made me want to do a complete rewrite of it. I had so many ideas of where the reader could be and why and what she was doing then and all that. But…I told myself this is a One Shot of her unofficially meeting Bucky for the first time. Which is why it seems incomplete - because it kinda is - it’s just that scene picked from the movie. Am I happy with it? Eh. Am I holding back from writing more parts and just saying “forget this piece, it never happened”? Maybe. But, I can’t. I wish I could. But if I were to rewrite this movie, I’d rewrite the next one. And the next one. And it would take me months to finish these. So…this is what you’re getting.

Also, NO ONE MENTION WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN IN A COUPLE HOURS! I’M THIS CLOSE TO FREAKING OUT!

Thanks! As always, it’s not beta’d, so please excuse mistakes! Enjoy reading, be kind to yourselves and others, and stay tuned!

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Sitting on the edge of the old dam was calming. Peaceful, even. The constant sound of the flowing water, the trees swaying in the slight breeze. It was nice to take a breath after everything that had gone down the past week.

To say you were worried was an understatement. The last time you saw Steve was the evening after you met Sam. He dropped you off at your place, refusing your invitation to stay saying that he should probably check on his apartment since he hadn’t been there in a while.

A lot had changed since then.

Steve was wanted by SHIELD, along with Natasha. Fury was considered dead, but was actually still kicking in the structure beneath your feet with the help of you and Hill. You had tried to go after Steve, but it was too risky. Pierce - who you were almost 100% certain was behind this whole thing - had been keeping a close eye on you since Steve ran away, knowing you’d be behind him. You tried to catch the blonde at the hospital, but you were seconds too late, meeting up with Natasha who told you STRIKE already took him away for questioning.

You had been called by Hill and she told you what had happened. Fury had asked for your help specifically, considering the amount of times you’d had to fake your own death while being undercover. And you’d been dealing with that ever since.

You had wanted to go get the three of them - you learned Sam joined Steve and Natasha, which somehow didn’t surprise you - but Hill refused, saying you needed to stay there just in case.

But Fury was fine, no one was coming, which is how you found yourself swinging your legs above a hundred feet of rushing water.

It didn’t last long. A car pulling up to the side entrance caught your eye and you immediately swung your legs around to rush towards the stairs. It’s not like you haven’t gone longer without seeing Steve before. You’d gone months without seeing him. It was your job. But this was different. Whether it was because for the first time he was the one who left or because he was on the run from the organization you worked for, you didn’t know and didn’t care. All you knew was you needed to see him. Make sure he was okay.

It took you a while to get there, all the stairs and corners and twist and turns. You got there just as Fury ended his explanation, hearing him tell the trio, “can’t kill you if you’re already dead. Besides…I wasn’t sure who to trust.”

Your footsteps were echoing and you were sure Steve heard you but when you entered the room, his eyebrows shot up, his eyes widening. “Honey?”

“Oh thank fucking God.” You breathed out, jogging over to squeeze him tightly.

“Y/N…” He murmured in your hair, hugging you tightly back. “What happened? Why are you here?”

Pulling back, you jerked your thumb over your shoulder to the director. “I’m saving his ass.” Your finger then jabbed into his firm chest, your lips falling into a frown. “And worrying about yours. Are you okay?”

“I am. Natasha got shot, but she’ll live.”

You looked over at Natasha, who nodded in confirmation, before looking back into those azure eyes of Steve’s. “What happened? Pierce is keeping a tight lid on everything. I was gonna come find you, but I couldn’t because he was watching me. It’s a miracle I got away from them to help Nicky boy. I haven’t gone out since. But, honest, I was gonna-”

“Honey, honey. You’re rambling again.” Steve chuckled, hand resting on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. “It’s okay. I’m glad you’ve been safe here. Pierce is behind this whole thing-”

“Yeah, I figured that-”

“-It’s HYDRA, Y/N.”

You froze. “What? HYDRA? Whaddya mean?”

Steve nodded. “HYDRA’s what’s been infiltrating SHIELD. It’s a long story, but Zola continued it when he was hired for-”

“Operation Paperclip. Yeah, I remember learning about that.” You ran a hand over your face. “Okay…” You hummed, looking at the three of them. “Let’s…talk about it more in a little bit. I know we gotta act soon, but Natasha and Fury need to heal a little bit longer and you should get some rest. You look tired.”

Everyone seemed to agree with your statement, starting to disperse from the room. You started walking out, too, when Steve grabbed your bicep and pulled you aside, down the hall a ways away. You opened your mouth, only for him to pull you into his chest.

“I’m really glad you’re okay.”

You nodded, lightly scratching his back, your arms around his slim waist. “I’m glad you are too.” You could feel how tense he was, which was understandable considering what he’d gone through the past couple days. But there was something else. Something in the grip he had on your shirt. The way his heart was hammering against your chest. His erratic breathing and his ducked head. You pulled away to catch his jaw between your fingers, eyes scanning the anguish in his own. “Bubba? What’s wrong?”

It took a moment for him to answer, his eyes growing sadder with every second that passed. “It was Bucky.”

“What?” You felt like the air was knocked out of you. “What do you mean?”

“The Winter Soldier. The assassin who shot Fury. The one who tried killing us on the bridge. It was Bucky. It is Bucky. I saw him, Y/N. I saw his face. It’s him. He survived. When they experimented on him, it must’ve…God, I’m so…I didn’t even notice…I didn’t even check…I left him…” he shook his head, which fell to your shoulder. “Stupid. I’m so stupid.”

“No, no.” You shook your head quickly, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you twisted to kiss the hinge of his tense jaw. “It wasn’t your fault, Steve.” You mumbled softly, lips brushing over the shell of his ear. “It wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have known. He fell thousands of feet, Stevie. You wouldn’t have found him even if you did.”

HIs grip on your hips tightened. “But I didn’t even try.” His voice broke on that last word. “And how could I not notice something going on with him? There were two years between being experimented on and falling. How-?” Voice catching in his throat, he stopped talking to stop himself from crying. You knew he hated crying.

“You can’t do anything about past Bucky.” You reminded him gently. “But you can help him now.”

“He didn’t even remember me.”

“Then make him.”

********************

To say you were pissed was an understatement. “I’ve been doing undercover stuff for years! This is a piece of cake!”

Steve shook his head. “You’ll be more helpful with Hill. You know more about Project Insight than me, Sam, and Natasha.”

“Bullshit, Steven! You just don’t want-”

“Honey, please.”

You clenched your jaw, glaring at him as he gave you those fucking puppy eyes, his dumb pink lips stuck in a pout. Letting out a rather aggressive puff of air, you looked away. “Fine. But I hate you.”

He beamed and nodded. “I can live with that.”

“Okay.” You glanced at the others. “You all ready?”

“Let’s get these sons of bitches.” Sam stated, making the final adjustments to the wings.

Natasha gave a smirk. “As long as you are.”

Turning back to Steve, you raised an eyebrow, waiting for the captain’s orders. He nodded. “Let’s head out.”

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“There’s a problem on the flight deck.” Hill informed you, looking at the alert.

“Alright. I’ll-”

“Stay with Hill!”

You rolled your eyes at Steve’s voice through the comms. “Sorry, Cap. You’re breaking up.”

“I know I’m not, Y/N! I’m serious! Stay there!”

But you were already moving towards the flight deck. “I’m not gonna sit on my ass here, Rogers! Hill’s got it covered! I’m just gonna go check it out!”

“Honey-!”

“Bubba!”

The line went quiet and for a moment you thought you lost connection. “Please stay safe.”

You let out a sigh at his quiet pleads, nodding even though he couldn’t see you. “That goes for you, too, Steve.”

By the time you got out there, most of the jets were in flames, pilots and crew members scattered around the deck. You scanned the wreckage, trying to find the source-

A gunshot made your head whip to the side. Found it. Or, more accurately, him.

He was standing on top of one of the jets, gun pointed down at the pilot that was sitting in it. Before he could slip in the cockpit, though, you took out your gun and fired at him. Even though you knew who he was, when he looked at you it made your blood run cold. It was confirmation - not that you didn’t trust Steve - but still. Seeing is believing. yet seeing the same eyes you’d seen sparkling up at you from pictures now staring you down, void of any emotion? It was hard to believe it was the same person.

“Oh shit. Bubs?”

“What?! What’s wrong?! Are you okay?!”

You took a couple steps back as the Winter Soldier, no. Bucky - Steve’s Bucky - strode towards you. “Uh…nothing, nothing. I just I, uh, found your Bucky.”

“Y/N, get outta there now! I told you to stay with Hill!”

“Fuck!” You dove out of the way as the assassin started shooting at you. “Now’s not the time for reprimanding, Steven!”

You tuned out his cursings so as to not get distracted when you became engaged in a hand-to-hand fight with the fucking Winter Soldier.

“Hi.” You grunted, ducking under his arm and throwing a kick at him, faking it at the last second. Except, he’d already grabbed your ankle. But you did kick him with your other foot. But…he didn’t really move and it made you fall back, so…fail. You let out a grimace when the wind was knocked out of you, but you couldn’t lay there for long as he moved to slam his foot down. You rolled out of the way, swinging your legs up to hit him in the back of the knee. “Nice to finally meet you.”

He growled as Sam exclaimed, “are you seriously chatting with him?”

“It’s mostly one sided - dammit!” The both of you had gotten on your feet again, and you tried hooking your left knee around his left shoulder to tug him down, but he had slammed you against a jet, your leg stretched in a very uncomfortable position as your free foot stood on your toes. He had his metal arm - which no one had informed you about and you were kinda salty about it - against your throat, his other hand coming up in a fist.

Bouncing on your toes a bit, you finally lifted your free leg up to knee him in the side of his face, making you wince slightly at the stretch and the burn in your left thigh, which was the only thing besides his metallic limb holding you up against the jet.

He stumbled to the side, throwing you by the leg on his shoulder. You went sprawling against the pavement, a hiss leaving your lips at the serious roadburn you no doubt just got. Sitting up quickly, not wanting him to get the upper hand, you let out a breath seeing him swiftly moving into the cockpit of the jet he just had you pinned against.

“Guys…he’s…heading your way…just a…heads up. Also…thank you. It was nice…to fucking know…about the metal arm…beforehand. I’m just gonna…rest here for a minute…”

“You’re not hurt too bad, are you?”

“No, Cap. No, just…gonna be aching for a while. Ugh…” Begrudgingly, you got up to your feet. “I think I’m gonna…go back and chill with Maria.”

“Told you so.”

“Shut up, finish your job, and don’t die, Rogers! And next time, please, for the love of God, mention the metal arm!”

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Can I ask for more of Aaron, Kevin and perhaps nicky taking care of Neil and Andrew as children? :D If u can't it's fine <3

Sure thing!!!

“Woah,” Neil whispered, eyes wide as he watched the owl turn its head around to look at them. “Drew, look! It’s backward!”

“It’s because he can’t move his eyes,” Andrew said. “They’re tube shaped so they’re stuck in his head. That’s why he moves his head like that instead.”

“Wait, really?” Nicky squawked, looking back at the owl.

Andrew nodded, his hair flopping into his eyes again. “Yeah. And their ears are in different spots. One’s higher than the other.”

Neil looked up at the bird, his nose scrunched up. “No? Look, they’re the same.”

“Those aren’t his ears.”

“They’re on his head!”

“They’re just feathers,” Andrew said, rolling his eyes. “You can’t see his real ears.”

Neil crossed his arms across his chest. “Well, why would he have fake ears?”

Now Andrew looked lost, eyes on the ground between his feet. As he thought, his brows drew together, his eyes narrowing. When a few seconds of silence went by, he started fiddling with the hem of his shirt again, shoulders curling in. “I don’t know,” he said softly.

In the face of Andrew shrinking in on himself, Neil deflated. He bumped his shoulder against Andrew’s, a small smile on his face. “That’s okay. Maybe he just thinks they look cool.”

“Maybe,” Andrew mumbled.

Looking at Kevin and Nicky, they looked just as lost on what to do as Aaron felt. Clearing his throat, he stepped closer to his brother. “Do you have any other ideas, Andrew?”

His small shoulders jerked up in a shrug. Shooting a pleading glance back at the others, Aaron was only met with more confusion. They didn’t know how to deal with Andrew like this either.

Scrambling for something, Aaron remembered Betsy’s advice and took a shot in the dark. “Okay. What’s another fact?”

Andrew chewed on his lip before flicking a glance at Aaron, there and gone. Slowly, he took a deep breath, his small shoulders rising up to his ears. Then, in one big rush, Andrew said, “They’re zygodactyl and can rotate their fourth toe back and forth.”

Aaron blinked, but Neil recovered quicker. “Zigdoatile?”

A small noise escaped Andrew, something almost like a giggle. Eyes wide, Aaron caught Nicky’s attention, mouthing oh my god at him. Nicky only nodded back, looking like he was close to tears.

“Zygodactyl,” Andrew said slowly. “It means two toes in the front and two in the back.”

Neil sighed, “I don’t know how you remember all of this stuff.”

Andrew blinked, brows pulling together again. “I remember everything.”

Before Aaron could wonder too much about that, Neil was already waking away. “Whatever. I wanna see the giraffes next!”

Kevin chased after him, Nicky close behind. Aaron had just started walking when he felt a small hand slip into his own. Looking down, he saw Andrew staring up at him, hair still falling into his face.

“You okay?” Aaron asked. Andrew hummed, giving a small nod. Carefully, Aaron reached out and pushed Andrew’s bangs back. His brother watched him, but didn’t move out of the way or tense up like Aaron thought he would. “You need a haircut.”

“Can you cut it for me?”

Smiling, he tugged them both back into a walk, following after their group. He gave Andrew’s hand a small squeeze. “Sure thing, Andrew.”

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alkaysani-archived · 3 years

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You had an assigned seat next to them at a wedding for a mutual friend. + andromaquynh

oooh thank you for the patience on this kayla! this also has some joenicky in it, i hope you don’t mind!! you can also find it on ao3 here

the setup

“Nicolò, I am so happy for you.” And Quynh was, to the point that she couldn’t stop grinning that her face hurt so much. And her lovely Nicolò smiles at her, and leans into her arms, pressing close and she squeezes him tight, burying her face into his shoulder. “The ceremony was so beautiful! I can’t wait for the reception—” she starts, and Nicolò pulls away then with a smile, then a slight grimace.

“I’m sorry again for the mix-up. I know I said you’d be with my Nona, but then my aunt showed up, with my uncle, and—” Nicolò rushes out, and Quynh just snorts and squeezes him.

“It’s one table over, and it’s going to give me a chance to get to know Yusuf’s friends,” she says, just as said man wiggles his way in between the both of them, an arm on each of their shoulders.

“Oh you’re going to love them, Quynh. They’re almost as terrifying as you,” Yusuf tells her, with a small kiss on her forehead that makes her feel warm. He glances at Nicolò and finds her best friend staring at his newly minted husband with the softest look in his light eyes, a small, crooked smile on his face.

A look of utter adoration. She couldn’t be happier for him. Quynh puffs up her chest and tugs down her suit jacket with a proud smirk at being called terrifying, nodding.

“Maybe I’ll meet my match,” she says with a grin, making a soft noise when her ring catches on her shirt, missing the sly wink Yusuf gives his husband, before looking down at her hands, and reaching over to help. “Here, don’t tug,” Yusuf says softly, and Quynh drops her other hand to let the man do his thing. In the four years she’s known Yusuf, she’s learned the two most important things that she can learn about the man:

One, he loves Nicolò with everything that he has, and has loved him since they started competing for study space at the library in their last year of college, that more than once have ended with Quynh making her way to campus to pull them apart. It reminded her of all the times she’d have to pull Nicolò by the back of the shirt when they were so much younger, away from any fight that he was willing to get into. Except that time, he didn’t end up dating them, or eventually marry them.

And two, Yusuf makes everything he touches, better. That included his art, his writing, the people that he helps through his voluntary outreach, Nicolò’s life as a whole, especially his relationship with his family, Quynh’s appreciation for her job as the lead art curator at the university museum, and now delicate chiffon shirt, that her ring is most definitely stuck on. How did she even manage that? Yusuf takes his time, making sure not to tug and ruin her shirt, and Quynh waits, impatiently, because that’s who she is, and Nicolò moves to wrap an arm around her shoulders, squeezing.

“Keep still, Quynh.” “No. I can just pull it, and if the shirt is ruined, take it off.” She definitely can. Quynh has a cropped, black tank underneath that’d still look great with her dark red suit.

Nicolò makes a soft noise the same time as Yusuf lets out a soft “Yes,” and puts up the ring, smiling at her then. Her shirt looks completely unharmed. “No need to for a wardrobe change, though I still think you’d kill it,” he says, giving her the ring, that she slips through her finger with practiced ease.

“Yusuf, do not encourage her.”

“She’s not gonna be with Nona anymore, beloved,” Yusuf says with a wave of a hand. “I’m sure her new table companions would appreciate it,” he says, and Quynh squints at him then. What did he mean by that?

“Either way, Quynh looks lovely. And her shirt is fine, so there’s no need to change,” he says, taking her hand then and pulling her along. “Come on, we need to get to the venue now. I’m sure they’re all waiting for us.”

***

Quynh gets to the table at the reception hall first.

The rest aren’t there yet. According to Yusuf, they couldn’t make it to the ceremony, and are looking to celebrate thoroughly when they all get there.

“Have you met them before?” Quynh asked Nicolò softly, just before he left her, and Nicolò just gave her a smile, and a nod.

“Remember those few years after college when Yusuf was away? When he was still volunteering overseas?” he asked, and Quynh nodded, remembering the two years after their graduation that Yusuf had left. “These are the friends he made from that. So, I’ve only ever met them when I was on video calls with Yusuf, and then when they’re on with Yusuf now. They’re still doing the same thing, even after Yusuf came home.”

Came home to Nicolò, to build a life with him. When Yusuf had first left, Quynh had been angry, because how dare did Yusuf leave Nicolò to do this? To do good work, yes, but she was home to see how sad Nicolò had been, even though he himself was doing his own good work back home. He had missed Yusuf something terrible, and was never angry at the man. “He misses me just as much, for we love each other just the same,” Nicolò would always say to her when she’d get too upset. Still, it didn’t stop her from reaching out to Yusuf once or twice, asking him to consider coming home. And all he ever said was that he was working on it. And he did, and now he keeps his voluntary outreach at most, at a national level.

“They’re good people then,” Quynh said, after a beat, and Nicolò smiles, nodding. “I think you’d get along with them, you know. You have something in common,” he replied, and Quynh blinks, tilting her head, just as they got to her seat. He smiled, and kissed her forehead.

“They told him to come home to me, then helped him do it.”

Yeah, that’s definitely going to be a plus on Quynh’s book.

She’s fiddling with her ring and turned on her seat, conversing with one of Nicolò’s aunts when she hears the chairs on her table move behind her. Particularly, she feels the chair beside her move, and so she turns. And finds a tall woman pulling out the seat, in a sleek white suit, her dark hair stark against it. Quynh stares up at her and her breath hitches.

Fuck, this woman is gorgeous.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” the woman says to her, and Quynh blinks, wondering if she had said her words aloud, her face heating up, a smile creeping across her lips.

“Smooth, boss,” she hears, and she glances at a tall blond man looking at the woman with a shake of his head, slipping into his own seat with a snort, a black man sitting beside him, then, flashing Quynh a bright, gleaming smile.

“Her name is Andromache, and she’s got no filter,” the man says, reaching over the table to shake her hand. “Lykon,” he says, nodding.

“Quynh,” she says softly, taking his hand into a firm shake. The first man smiles at her then, taking off his sunglasses. “Booker,” he says simply, and Quynh gives him a soft nod, before turning back to the woman, standing up now.

“Andromache?” she says, voice soft, and the woman smiles, tilting her head.

“You can call me Andy,” she says, extending her hand to her, and Quynh smiles then, taking her hand, and shaking it.

“Quynh,” she says softly, and smiles when Andy starts to seat, and she does the same, facing her completely now.

“You’re Nicky’s best friend,” Andy says, and she feels her back straightening at the fact that she knows that. “Joe tells me you’re scary,” she says, and Quynh tilts her head before leaning over, raising an eyebrow.

“Only when I have to be,” she says, and Andy smirks, then laughing.

“Oh, I love a challenge.”

Damn. Quynh joked about finding her match, but this definitely feels like she has. Andromache feels different, already. She commands the room, but more importantly, she tugs something in Quynh.

Probably her loins.

Andy smiles at her then and winks at her, and Quynh feels like she’s going to melt into a puddle.

Most definitely her loins.

“Ugh, I can’t believe Nile wins the bet,” Booker groans, after a moment and Quynh turns to her then, Lykon laughing and already taking out what looks like a 100 Euros. Quynh raises an eyebrow.

“What bet?” “The bet that Andy was going to make a move on you the moment she saw you in person. Joe’s been hyping you up since we met!” Lykon exclaims, and Andy shakes her head then, rolling her eyes.

“That’s why Nile’s taking over for me, because she’s smarter than the two of you combined,” she says, before looking back at Quynh. “Nile’s going to be here in an hour or so. She’s finishing a call with her mom and brother,” she says with a smile, and she sounds soft-hearted at the whole idea. Quynh feels like she’ll like this Nile too.

However, that’s when it hits her what they had just revealed. This has been a setup. She then looks over to where Yusuf was, currently holding two of his nephews in his arms, dancing around with them, while Nicolò rocks their baby sister in his own arms gently, conversing with their mother, Yusuf’s cousin.

“That little shit,” Quynh says with pure affection in her voice, and when she looks back at Andy, she’s grinning, extending her hand gently to her.

“This was a setup!” she gasps, and Andy just smiles at her still.

“You interested?” she asks, bluntly, and honestly? Quynh adores it.

She takes Andy’s hand then and nods, squeezing it, letting herself be tugged forward, standing with her then.

“I most definitely am,” she says, and Andy smiles, before nodding to Lykon and Booker, who both stand to flank them. Lykon snorts, putting up a fist for Booker to bump, Andy and Quynh looking at the two of them now.

“The al Kaysani-di Genova setup, complete,” Lykon says, and Booker nods, as they bump fist.

“One for the books.”

Andy snorts, and shakes her head, but Quynh can see that she is fond, and happy as she turns back to her.

“Good,” Andy says with a soft smile. “I can’t wait to get started, but first, introduce us to your best friend?” she says, grinning. “They’ve no idea we’re here yet,”she reveals, and Quynh grins, then she’s moving back to go the other direction. Lykon and Booker make a soft confused noise, but they still follow, and Andy looks at her then.

“Where are we going?”

“We’re just going to go around. Go from behind, scare the crap out of them,” she says, and they all cheer in glee at the idea, but all Quynh can see then is Andy’s beautiful smile as she throws her head back in laughter.

“You’re something else, Quynh,” she says, and Quynh laughs when Andy starts to take off her heeled boots, just as Quynh’s start to take off hers.

“Seems like you are too, Andromache,” Quynh says, smiling at how easy her name rolls off her tongue. She squeezes her hand, before letting go, taking her shoes and leaving it at the hallway, before re-entering the banquet hall through the other door, Andromache right behind her.

“Booker, Lykon, flank,” Andy says.

“Got it boss,” Quynh hears, and she sees Lykon and Booker moving forward, still hidden and honestly, she’s impressed.

Quynh looks back at Andy then, and smiles.

“Our first mission together?” she says, and Andy smiles, iridescent and beautiful even in the low light.

“The first of many, Quynh,” Andy says simply, nodding.

“We’re just getting started.”

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