#rip muffin i guess

[kisses4reid]

convenient | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

summary - studying while working at a convenience store is easier that thought when a regular happens to be a genius.

genre - fluff, fem!college!reader x earlyseasons!spencer

warnings - school work, that always scares me. they’re the same age!!! early 20s. mention of condoms.

edit - bc this is getting so much love, i’m opening a taglist for part 2!!! just comment or put in a req to join the ‘convenient’ taglist 🫶

the chime of the door didn’t phase you, the creaks and squeaks of the store slowly becoming one with you. flipping onto the next page of your biology textbook, something that was unnecessarily expensive, you shake your hand to get rid of the cramp you slowly became aware of.

it was only when a wave of man’s cologne and a plastic bag stood in front of you that you ripped your eyes off of your books.

he was tall, skinny, had long(ish) hair and looked amazing. there wasn’t really anything else to say, other than that the thin smile he displayed toward you made you smile back.

“just these for today?” you ask, fixing your posture and pushing some loose strands back to their place behind your ears.

“yes, thank you.” he says, voice as timid as his appearance. it was a bag of apples, a 2 minute bolognese container, and a bag of coffee. you scan them, weigh the apples, and watch him as his long fingers slip through his wallet to find a debit card. “have a good night.”

your eyes return to your textbook as you go to erase an answer you had previous written, obviously wrong.

“the heads of the phospholipid bilayer are hydrophilic, not phobic.” he says. it surprised you, making you return to his gaze slowly before realising you should probably reply instead of staring at the man.

“oh- yeah, thanks. i caught that it’s just, i guess i’ve been staring at the same words for so long i can’t differentiate them.” you give a small fake laugh as he nods, giving you a long look before coughing and leaving promptly. he leaves with his bag, and his hands fiddling with each other.

you can barely focus after that. customers come and go, and although you’ve only been doing the late shift for a week, this encounter with the unknown man couldn’t leave your mind. the way he dressed, his smell, his voice and how he corrected you (which would totally annoy you usually). you hoped he would return.

and he did. three days later, this time even later than the last.

you were stuck in a dark purple sweater, the aircon in the store blasting cold air that you were too lazy to fix. and although the air flipped pages of notes and questions, you were still stuck in a trance.

the blasting aircon blew a wind of mens cologne this time, it smelt like wood. your eyes glanced up from your books and trailed the familiar man, noticing how he was reusing the plastic bag from days before.

he returned to the checkout with apples, a 3 minute cannelloni, and a bag of coffee. he was now the one trailing you, “where did Latrice go?” you look up, chuckling a bit,

“Latrice is getting paid by her daughter-in-law to babysit the twins,” you reply, surprised you were willing to tell him so much information. he could be a stalker for all you know. or just a regular, obviously that’s way more likely. “trust me, i miss her as much as you do. $14.98.”

he nodded with a small smile and sliced his card down the side of the card reader.

you searched for him now, only after two encounters you were already craving some sort of human interaction at work. usually you avoided it since the only other ‘regulars’ were old men and mean teenagers. you had switched to writing a biology report on your computer, the sound of the keyboard almost covering the sound of the door bell.

a bag of apples, a 2 minute lasagne, a bag of coffee, and a banana muffin.

“big night?”

“uh- what?”

“you got a banana muffin. i thought you were starting to become predictable.” you bagged his things as he chuckled, looking over you and your laptop. you noticed only because you were also looking at him, “biology report. wanna read it?” you joked, but he didn’t catch that part.

now he was behind the register, sat on your wheelie stool reading and editing your report while walking you through everything he was changing. you didn’t understand most, but you were just happy to stay around him. you weren’t even scared of Old Alan, the guy who only buys cucumbers and condoms. nobodies ever asked him, don’t think anyone wants to know.

“what’s your word limit?”

“3500.”

“only 3500?” he gave you a raised eyebrow, voice getting slightly higher. he coughed, “sorry, that’s nearly impossible.”

you sigh, “i know… i’m y/n by the way. thought you should know who your helping cheat.”

“i’m not helping you cheat, i’m just… editing,” he hit backspace a few times with a lowered bottom lip, “my names spencer.”

you smiled and crossed your arms as you leaned against the counter. spencer. yeah, that sounded nerdy enough.

pt. 2

#spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x yn #criminal minds #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds imagine #cm #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid x fem!reader

[midnightarcheress]

Simon lives up to the nickname. 

pairing: bodyguard!ghost x actress!reader 2 | gold rush masterlist.

every time you set a foot out of the house, he’s there. surely, a few steps behind, just like the orders say, but he’s there, hauntingly following you like a true ghost. lurking in the darkness or making himself known in broad daylight, he takes the job seriously, glaring at the people on the street who even dare to glance at you. it’s even worse when fans stop you for an autograph or a picture, towering by your side and meticulously watching every move made in your direction, getting ready to pounce at any minute.

the first few days were weird. he could sense how disconcerted you acted in his presence, even while flashing him a smile and saying a sugary ‘good morning’. maybe it was his size, maybe it was the mask, maybe it was the fact that a man was actively following you nearly every second of the day. the last thing he wanted was to frighten you.  

after a few weeks though, he noticed you getting accustomed to his company. he watched from behind how your back wasn't as tense, how you stopped glancing over your shoulder to check if he was still there, how you weren’t jumping anymore when he’d get closer, how you even tried to make small talk, despite his grunt-like answers. 

Simon didn’t want to admit it, but he couldn’t have been more wrong about you. you weren’t a pretentious rich brat as he expected. you were always polite, always smiling, always treating everyone in your way with nothing but kindness, something he wasn’t used to seeing. he reasoned that it was just your job as a very public person, after all, you had an image to uphold and he’d never actually seen you without the constant risk of being photographed and blasted online.

but in that moment, he couldn’t help the genuine concern for your safety starting to fill his chest and surpass the mere contract bond. he would catch himself staring at you for a little too long as you walked together, eyes attentively chasing the sway of your hips in each movement of your legs, the delicate way your finger held a pen whilst signing your name, your beaming irises whenever a child recognized you. he couldn’t bear the idea of being acknowledged on the street for his acts like you do.

“just ignore them.” you say, looking over your shoulder and noticing him stopping on his tracks on the pavement. for Simon, dealing with the paparazzi has been the most difficult part. military training comes in both an advantage and disadvantage, as his sniper eyes bust them from a mile away, spotting the greedy lens with intense precision, no matter how well-hidden they think they are. but the hard task is to keep his anger and itch to rip the camera apart at bay, when all they want is to snap you in bad light and sell it to the first rubbish magazine.

he grumbles, muttering cuss words under his breath. “you’ll get used to it.” the sympathetic tone of your voice eases a bit of his annoyance, going back into walking right behind you. 

the smell of freshly brewed coffee fills his nostrils as he opens the door of a small cafe for you to come in, rapidly scanning the room for threats. at that point, he already had your order memorised by heart. medium iced americano, no sugar. too bitter of an option for someone who looked so sweet, despite being accompanied by whatever muffin the store had left. 

“Ghost?”

his crossed arms tense up when you call for him, brows knitting together as he assesses the situation for any problem that may have appeared in the seconds he stood distracted by the waving of your hair under the air conditioning breeze. “mhm? what is it?”

“i asked you if you want anything.”

his knee-jerk reaction is to say a hasty no, thanks, but he’s finding it harder and harder to deny your offerings each day, when the small curve of your lips as you patiently wait for his response is so tempting. think faster. “uh, guess i could go for a tea. earl grey.” 

you nod and hand the barista your card, quickly paying for the order and standing by the counter. he remains a few steps back, waiting for the drinks with you. as soon as it’s ready, you hand him the cup of tea, fingers gently grazing over his, sending lightning sparks on his skin. keep to yourself, Simon. 

he shakes the feeling away and opens the door again, catching your eyes flicking to the silver pendant around his neck. once again, old habits die hard. he still wears his dog tags, the glinting metal serving as a constant reminder that he’s Simon Riley civilian, but will always be Simon Riley soldier. 

“military?” you question, stepping back to match his pace and walk by his side, curious eyes searching for his hardened gaze.

“yes.” his voice is sharp, settled in not prolonging the conversation.

you hum, turning your head back to the horizon, “that explains your skill set.” only then he shifts to see your face, raised eyebrows and question marks oozing out of his head. you chuckle, amused by his confused expression, “i got a file on you too, Simon.”

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[botnasty]

Prologue

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson X Omega!Reader  

Summary: Have you seen the movie “She’s the Man”? This is a story inspire by it.

Words: 1k

Warning: Pretty much nothing tbh, it’s a prologue just to start the story, but the next chapter will be better I promise.

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Your mouth was watering at the delicacy sitting right in front of you. With all the perfect curve and its warmest you couldn't wait to take a bite out of it. “I have missed you so much, my precious.” You grab the chocolate muffin, but before you could take a bite of the thing you considered as “the most important thing in the world”, someone opened your friend’s Kayla door and sneaked out of it. 

It’s her Alpha of the week: blond hair, blue eyes, muscles built like mountains. He had a sheet wrapped around his waist, blocking your view of his groin, which you were thankful for because you didn’t want to see a dick first thing in the morning, especially not during your cheat day. The massive Alpha turned around and almost jumped in place when he saw you. “Jesus f-ing christ, I didn’t know she had a roommate.”

You shrugged, pulling at the paper around the muffin. “Surprise I guess. Do you want something? Water? Breakfast? The kitchen is all yours.” You said before taking a bite of your muffin, closing your eyes as you finally tasted chocolate for the first time in months.

You heard shuffling, thinking the guy was heading toward the kitchen, but when you started to smell your best friend's scent closer and closer and the sound of a chair moving, you opened your eyes to see that he had instead decided to sit right next to you, his hand pulling the sheet even more closer. 

“You don’t seem surprised to see me.” He started. “Like you are used to it.” He observed. A sense of pity washed over you as you saw his confused face. You looked at him and sent him a small smile and the guy most likely understood you because his face fell.

He slid a hand in his blond hair, pulling a few strands away from his hair. “She does that a lot, doesn’t she?” 

“Yes, but don’t you fucking dare shame her. She’s having fun and that’s all it matters.” You pointed at him aggressively. 

He lift both of his hands in surrender. “I wasn’t shaming, I just thought we would get to something serious. I wanted her to be my omega…” He looked down at his lap and played with the blue sheets. 

You almost whined. He looked like a kicked puppy. He really did like Kayla, but you can’t force them both to be with each other if it’s not what Kayla wants. You placed a hand on his shoulder, and squeezed. “I know I barely know you…”

“Yeah, you met me ten minutes ago.”

You smiled. “But, you seem like a respectful Alpha and you will make an Omega happy one day.”

He sent you a small smile. “Thanks, but what about you? I don’t see a mark on your neck. You don’t have an Alpha?”

You almost wanted to laugh. The idea of having an Alpha was never something that crossed your mind. You loved your independence too much to start relying on someone and, anyway you wanted to focus on something more important to you. “No, I don’t want an Alpha”

“So you would like a Beta more?”

You shrugged. “Maybe, but what I’m saying is I want to focus on me instead of finding someone. I want to focus on my career, you know.”

The guy looked at you with his blue eyes.. “Which is?”

You smiled and took a bite of the muffin. “Soccer.”

Seething.

You were seething by what you were learning right now. Every day, for years on end, you’ve been practicing your favorite sport to get a chance to get where you are right now only for your dream to get snatched right under your nose. All for something you have no control over.

“What do you mean I can’t join the team? This college literally accepted me because I was good at soccer.” Something inside of you was snapping. You wanted to rip this man’s eye out. Your Omega was angry and so were you. 

“Things have changed. The board changed things. We now don't have an omega soccer team anymore.” Said the coach. He was an old Alpha, who looked like he had never kicked a ball in his life. 

“Thats fucking bullshit.” The coach growled and you almost whimpered. The omega in you wanting to submit, but you wouldn’t let yourself do. You wouldn’t let that Alpha stop you from doing something you loved, something you had for, for years. 

“Watch it, omega.” The man growled. “ It is a good decision. You all can’t stop yourself from doing commands, what would happen if an alpha commanded you on the field. You would be rendered useless.” You knew this college was known to have conservative ideas, but their soccer team was one of the best along with another school in the region. You had thought they would’ve let go of those sexist thoughts when they accepted you for your soccer abilities. 

“We can still fight that urge to obey.”

The man slapped his hand on his desk.  “Well I have yet to be convinced of this. This discussion is useless. You won't be part of the team and that is final.”

You growled. “I’ll fucking show you.”

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[angel-of-the-moons]

A Rose Under The Moon

Moon Knight System (Marc/Steven/Jake) x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: None really, chit-chat between some gal pals, some implied bi/pan reader.

A/N: Never fear, best gal Layla is here! Also the Hippo-Mama!

And I totes recommend reading the Hobby Headcanons that @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction wrote on the boys! I plan on implementing them all! (Also read all their other things, their Nathan Bateman shit is *insert Paccha meme here*) I need to read up on American football because frankly I have no clue how sports worked since I played soccer and baseball as a kid, before I write about Marc's lest I sound like some plebeian who's guessing everything lmao

Taglist: @bad4amficideas @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @shirukitsune @lokisremainingsanity

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Chapter 5:

Old Friends

You were minding your own business, cleaning up the mess of tossed books that a couple was oh so kind enough to allow their child to scatter.

You hoped you'd never see them again. While they sat at the nook, sipping coffee and eating the muffins, their child was running around, causing havoc and destroying your beautiful, well-organized shop. Oh, your poor shop…

The couple weren't happy when you charged them for the books their son had ripped up and destroyed beyond salvage, the books he colored in.

Yeah, you really hoped they would never come back.

You looked at your burned hand with a frown. It had been a few days since you hurt yourself, and while painful, the burn wasn't actually that bad. Some aloe, some ice… And it started to clear up after the first day, the blisters receding quickly. You flexed your fingers and tilted your head, curiously wondering if your soulmate could feel the burns, as well. When the thought crossed your mind, you pulled up your sleeve and looked at the mark on your wrist, checking to see which moon would be full today.

The bottom right one. It had been that one a lot, lately.

The bell to the front door dinged, and you straightened up, mentally preparing yourself for the forced smile you were going to have to put on, now.

You cleared your throat and spun around, broom in hand, looking at the woman who just walked in.

She was beautiful. Her tanned skin complimenting her dark eyes and mass of wavy curls. She smiled at you, a bit more genuine.

"Oh! Hello, welcome to Here Today Books." You say politely. "Can I help you?"

"You look like you need it more, sister." She sighed, smiling sympathetically, nodding to the pile of ruined books you now had to put into recycling. Her accent was… it wasn't American, like yours. It sounded similar, but her words had some kind of twinge to them.

"Ah, yeah… a couple and their lovely child were my most recent patrons." You joke dryly.

"Ah, a little tornado, huh?" She snorted, shaking her head.

"Yep. For sure." You sigh, giving her a new, more genuine smile. "Now, were you looking for anything in particular today?"

"Oh, actually, a friend told me about this place, and I was curious." She mused.

That… took you by surprise. People actually talk about your store? Like, as in tell other people about it? This was news, for sure.

"O-oh?" You blink.

"Yeah, he said you made good muffins and tea. I'm more of a coffee fan in the morning, myself, though. Tea is more of a night thing." She chuckled.

You tilt your head at her, gears in your brain whirling.

"Are you friends with Steven Grant, by any chance?" You ask.

She laughs. "Yes! I'm Layla. Layla el Faouly." She holds out her hand for you to shake, and you, without thinking, extend your healing hand.

She shakes it gingerly, her eyes focused on the rosy skin like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"That… looks like it hurt." She said.

"Oh, this? I was just dumb and grabbed a hot pan without thinking." You said, examining your hand casually.

"Oh… Yeah, that's not good for you, y'know?" Layla joked softly.

"Yeah, not the worst pains I've ever had, trust me." You reply. "Now, uh… are you looking for a book? Or after some of the coffee? Or my muffins?"

"Oh! I think I'll just explore a bit, if that's all right with you." Layla said with a nod.

"Oh, I don't mind! If you need anything, just holler!" You wave at her as she disappears into the shelves.

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"You saw it?" Layla muttered softly to herself; or more accurately, to the giant hippo-woman clad in gold and jewels standing next to her, only visible to her eyes.

"Yes, yes I did. Didn't Marc mention that he had phantom pains in that same hand?" Taweret chuckled.

"Yeah. I mean… It could be coincidence, but…"

"You should talk to her. The poor dear looks dreadfully lonely." Taweret sighed, looking even more gargantuan as she peers at the contents of the shelves pressing down around her, her cute little ears flickering back and forth.

She picked up a book on psychology, finding it suddenly terribly interesting, her eyes widening as she scans the pages faster than a human ever could.

"I will. If we're right about our assumption, then, maybe we can… I don't know…"

"Play matchmaker?" Taweret giggles.

Layla softly smiles, not paying attention to the open book in her hands as she chuckles.

"Yeah. We can play matchmaker."

"Oh, let's just see how this plays out first, m'love?" The goddess giggled.

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Layla wanders to the front of the store, two hardback romance novels in her hands and you smile as you restock some old sci-fi novels into your discount rack.

They were the kind of romance novels with the covers reminiscent of oil paintings, the pretty ones. Not the stupid photoshopped ones that are being printed nowadays.

"Find something you like?" You chuckle.

She waves the books with a wide grin, "I've actually been looking for these copies for ages. At one of the places I was working, some jerk stole them from my locker."

"Oh gods, that is horrible!" You gasp. Why would anyone steal books?! At most, those particular novels, even new, only went for a few pounds!

"I know, right! They were autographed and everything!" Layla groaned.

You felt even more offended on her behalf. If those books were autographed and authentic, they would go for actually a decent sum for a collector online...

"That's even worse than just stealing a regular copy!" You clucked.

Layla wiggled the books in her hands. "But, hey! You have hardback copies, and in very good condition. Mine were old, beat up paperbacks!"

"Well, I'm more than happy that you found them!" You grinned widely.

Layla tilted her head to the left slightly, like she had heard something from behind her, and then she looked right at you, eyeing you up and down briefly, as if she were thinking.

You quirked an eyebrow at her in concern.

"Is everything all right?" You ask.

"Hm? Oh! Yes, yes I'm okay! I just have this... thing. The ringing in my ears?" She coughs, abashed.

"Oh! You have tinnitus? I have a booklet or two on medical things that might have something in it for you if you'd like." You chirp helpfully.

Layla put her hand up, chuckling as she declined politely. "Thank you, but no, I'll be okay. It's not constant or anything like that, it's just that I got off a plane the other day and my ears popped and haven't righted themselves yet.."

"Ooooh..." You nod in understanding. "Where'd you fly in from, if you don't mind my asking?"

She smiled. "Cairo."

"That's the accent!" You gasp in realization, pointing at her.

Layla laughed when you blushed and apologized for the outburst.

"It's fine, and yes! How'd you guess?"

"I used to have an exchange student, he would come in here and buy books for his college courses all the time! He was born and raised just outside Cairo." You chuckle.

"Ohh! Interesting." Layla hummed, looking at the books in her hands.

"Hm... you mentioned you had a menu of sorts?"

"Sure!" You lead her over to one of the nooks, and hand her the laminated mini menu you had available.

Her eyebrows raised, impressed at the various items you had available.

"Oh! This is actually nice..."

"Yep! Most of it is made to order by me, so some of it'll take a bit to bake." You grin proudly.

"Oh... well in that case, is it okay if I ask you to keep me some company? If you're not busy? I don't actually have too many friends other than Steven and his... er, brothers and my... uhhh... surrogate mom, so being able to have another woman to chit-chat with would be very welcome..."

To say you were surprised at the offer was an understatement.

"Oh! Uh, sure! I don't... I don't mind!"

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You and Layla clicked very well. You had similar tastes in things like reality TV, romance novels, even skincare routines.

But when she started talking about herself, is when it got interesting. It turns out she had been married to Marc at some point.

She was his ex-wife. The one he told you about.

"I imagine it's kind of awkward for you two, huh?" You remarked.

"Oh, me n Marc? Not at all! We're still good friends, it's just..." Layla set her coffee down, frowning as she tried to think of how to describe it.

"...After a while, whatever we had... like... the spark, I guess? It just... faded. Marc went through a bit of soul searching and after he did that, well..."

They weren't soulmates.

"Ah... I understand." You sighed.

"What about you?" She asked, a small sly smirk playing her lips.

"Oh! Uh... yeah. No. Nothing for me, I'm afraid." You chuckle awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Oh? Nobody special or anything like that? Never kissed someone?"

"Well, I mean, when I was in highschool I kissed a girl on a dare." You sip your own coffee.

"A girl?" Her eyebrows raised in curiosity.

"Yeah, to be honest I'm not sure what kind of preference I have, because I've never really been attracted to anyone before, but it was... weird. Didn't feel like everyone talked it up to be."

"Ah... so... are you waiting for your soulmate, then?" Layla asked a bit tightly.

"Yeah... I know it's stupid, but..." You say, looking down at the mug in your hands.

"Not really. Who doesn't want to meet the one person that is your other half?" She said, smiling softly in sympathy.

Her finger traced the rim of her cup idly, trying to think of the best way to go about phrasing the next question without being obvious about her suspicions.

"Do you... have any ideas of who it might be?" She finally asked.

You shake your head and shrug. "D'nno. I don't know if it's a man or a woman or... well anybody, really. I don't know what it's supposed to feel like once you meet your soulmate because each bond is different so..."

Layla wanted to scream. She wanted to facepalm, she wanted to smack her head on the table. She wanted to splash her coffee into her face.

Taweret was giggling like mad.

"Not as easy as you assumed it was going to be, eh Little One?" The goddess smiled behind her hand at Layla.

Her eyebrow twitched, knowing full well she couldn't retort without looking insane or revealing her position as Taweret's avatar.

You had to be Marc's (and possibly Steven's and Jake's) soulmate. It was all just too coincidental for her liking.

"Oh! That's... well I hope they're close by!" Layla said, forcing a very strained smile.

How could you and Marc be this thick?!

That fact alone had to mean something.

"That's everyone's hope, isn't it?" You chuckled softly, a small fond smile on your face, a glimmer of sadness in your eyes.

Layla felt sympathy for you in the moment, realizing how terribly lonely you must be feeling. And how much pain.

Especially with Marc and the others doing Khonshu's will.

Taweret seemed to pick the thought out of thin air, so in tune with Layla she could tell by the flash in her eyes what she was thinking about.

"Ohhh! That bloody old bone-head!" She huffed, her nostrils flaring as she crossed her arms, her bottom lip poking out from beneath her muzzle.

"He needs to give those poor boys a break! Especially because whatever happens to them, happens to her!" She gestured to you with her big, yet gentle hands.

Layla cleared her throat.

"Well, uh.... since I've told you about me... why don't you tell me about you? Where were you born, stuff like that?" Layla asked you, still smiling.

"Oh! Me? I'm afraid it's not very interesting." You chuckled dryly.

Layla looked outside as the rain came down in sheets. Not very appealing to walk back to the boys' flat in this weather... especially not for her hair.

"It looks like I've got time, love. Go ahead! We can have some more drinks while we chat."

You smiled a bit wider.

It was nice to have a girl-friend to talk with, again.

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When Steven had woken up, Layla was gone, and Marc and Jake left Steven quite alone in the body, letting him front entirely for the day. She'd left a note on Gus and Co's tank saying she went out for a bit for some fresh air.

Which, quite frankly, Marc said was bullshit because of the weather. Layla wouldn't go out in a monsoon and risk her hair becoming an unmanageable spongy mop that would take forever to dry, unless she was going somewhere very specific.

It was one of the things she complained about the most when they were together, something he thought was amusing. He remembered one time they got caught in a rain after their wedding, and at the hotel she was fussing and muttering under her breath as her wet curls hung over her face, desperately trying to get the dripping mass of hair to dry, glaring at herself in the mirror.

Steven sighed, and made his morning cup of tea and went about his routine. He dusted some, and decided to slip on his apron and play with some recipes he'd found online.

The apron was a bit... "dinky" as Marc had called it. Jake apparently ordered it online when he saw the slightly cartoon'd Egyptian motifs on it and left it as a present for Steven, since his favorite thing to do other than read was to cook (and he was a major Egyptophile).

When he was finished, he'd placed the extra portions in a small container in the fridge for Layla when she returned, in case she was hungry.

Then, he sat down, ate, and read a book while he played some music over the cheap sound system Marc installed.

When Layla returned, she was... dry. Remarkably dry. Her hair was still perky and everything!

She apparently bought an umbrella while she was out, placing it in the holder so no excess water dripped on the floor.

"Ah! Hey Steven." She chuckled, walking up and kissing his cheek, knocking his glasses off to the side as she did, placing her bag on the little table nearby.

"How'd you know?" Steven chuckled, adjusting his glasses as he looked up at her.

"Well, aside from the fact you're hunched over like a goblin over a book... the flat smells wonderful. You've obviously been cooking. Not Marc." She grinned.

"Ha!" Steven giggled.

Layla hummed as she set her new purchases on the table, folding the little canvas bag neatly.

Steven's eyebrows shot up when he saw the books.

"Where were you..?" He asked, clearing his throat.

"Oh, y'know... exploring. Went out for a tea..." She grinned at him out of the corner of her still ridiculously beautiful eyes.

"Visited that bookstore you 'n Marc told me about."

Steven fidgeted in his seat.

"O-oh..."

"Mhmm." She tapped her nails on the books' hard covers; she then turned around and crossed her arms, still grinning as she leaned her hips on the table.

"....Why are you looking at me like that? And where did you get that umbrella..?"

"Oh, well..." She shrugged, sighing a bit dramatically, looking elsewhere in the flat for dramatic effect.

She looked back at him, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Your little girlfriend who owns the bookstore. She really is a sweetheart, she let me borrow it while I'm in town."

"Bloody hell! Layla! It's not like that at all--" Steven sputtered, almost dropping the book in his hand.

She started cackling madly, walking into the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator.

"Ooh! What'dja make?"

Steven made a noise, burying his face in his hands as he tried to hide the faint blush that crept up his face and set up shop in the tips of his ears, knocking his glasses up to his forehead.

"Bloody hell!" He groaned into his palms.

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Chapter 6: Link

#A Rose Under The Moon #moon knight x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x reader #marc spector #steven grant x you #steven grant x reader #steven grant #jake lockley x you #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley #layla el faouly #soulmate au

[jomiddlemarch]

With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler 

Rose stood before her, drooping, her braids coming undone, shoes scuffed, a new rip in her overalls, giving Hermione a look of absolute incredulity when faced with the undeniable truth:

Hermione had forgotten to pack snacks. 

She didn’t even have a bloody Polo mint somewhere in the recesses of her beaded bag, Transfigured to look like an ordinary mum’s ordinary leather handbag, designed to carry her through her day at the Ministry and any trips she might make to Muggle London. 

Forget about something healthy. 

She had planned to rely on the water fountain, that wasn’t another complete miss on her part.

She opened her mouth to begin the explanation-slash-apology that would not satisfy either one of them. Rose already had that furrow in her little brow that meant she planned to invoke Nan, which only ever meant Molly, and how important Nan said it was for growing human beans to have good homegrown food and not that muck Mum bought from Tesco’s.

“I have plenty, if she’s hungry. The fruit’s already cut, it won’t keep, and these pesto egg muffin bite things he said he liked yesterday, so of course I’ve gone and made far too many.”

That was Draco Malfoy, sitting on the bench just next to hers, a rucksack and some sort of sport-inspired hamper beside him, unable to resist rubbing it in, that he was a better prepared and more attentive parent than she was, the he his neatly and comfortably dressed five year old son Scorpius, who somehow made the jersey and shorts he wore look like the ideal outfit for a Wizarding child. His fringe was the proper length and not slicked back with some imported pomade like Draco’s had been for the first three years at Hogwarts, and he was busy constructing something tower-like from the stones, twigs and other assorted detritus he’d scoured the park for while Rose ran around, screaming like a banshee and climbing halfway up a tree before scuttling down again before Hermione had to call out to tell her too high, Rose!

Hermione turned her head to convert her explanation-slash-apology into a far more gratifying coldly cutting retort that she had to trust to inspiration to supply, since she had nothing approaching the moral high ground, when she actually looked at Draco’s face, which was tilted in an encouraging and frankly kind manner, and consider the tone of his voice, which had been commiserating and not the least judgmental. Hermione was quite familiar with the myriad shades of judgment and Draco’s voice hadn’t held even one.

He was also incredibly fit.

(That wasn’t really relevant to her decision-making, but it was note-worthy as a general fact.)

“Rose, Mr. Malfoy has some fruit if you want a snack. And something else tasty and homemade, just like Nan would have given you for tea,” Hermione said. Rose sized up Draco in an instant, pivoted to rifle through the sporty hamper, retrieved a little baggie of apple slices and another of the unexpectedly attractive pesto egg bites that reminded Hermione she’d also forgotten lunch and a stale ginger biscuit at her desk was going to have to hold her until after Rose was asleep.

Again.

“Ta,” Rose said, about to fly. It was impossible that she wouldn’t be Quidditch-mad. 

“Rose,” Hermione said. 

“Thank you, Mr. M’Foy,” Rose said. It was anyone’s guess if she would have gotten Malfoy correct without her mouth half stuffed with Braeburn. 

“You’re quite welcome,” Draco said.

Hermione nodded and Rose scrambled away, as fast as her hand-me-down trainers could take her.

“Thank you. I appreciate it. Her wild magic on an empty stomach is terrifying,” Hermione said. Was she bragging about Rose’s magic, when she’d heard rumors Scorpius Malfoy might be a Squib? Probably and she wasn’t proud of it, but that wasn’t unfamiliar either.

“I find them terrifying full-stop,” Draco said. “Adorable, would lay down my life for him in a heartbeat, makes me question every decision my own parents ever made on my behalf, but terrifying nonetheless.”

Hermione laughed. It was the first time she could remember laughing at something Draco said without there being any seething vitriol or tearful desperation she’d had to tamp down or put aside. It felt…nice.

“I have a bit more sympathy for my parents,” she offered. “My wild magic started when I was a toddler and they had no idea what to make of it. No context at all. My mother told me, during out sixth year, that she’d thought she was losing her mind. I was well on my way to inventing Leviosa before I got a hold of the first year spellbooks.”

“Yes, I can see how that might be where one would go. Madness, that is,” he said. There was a frankly companionable silence between the two of them and then he spoke again. “Sometimes, I can’t help regretting it.”

“Regretting what?”

“I love him, with all that I am, my heart and soul and magic. And I can’t help regretting sometimes I agreed to it, having him when I, when we did,” he said. He turned away slightly, so that she saw him in profile, a face like a god’s on a coin, the straight nose, the full lower lip, his jaw held tightly. 

“Why are you telling me?” she asked.

“For one, I don’t think you can think any worse of me than you already do, so that makes you perfect for such a shameful admission,” he said, shrugging. “Secondly, you let your daughter eat the snacks I made. Not that I’m trying to make you feel like you owe me something, that I’ve caught you out. You trusted me with your child, that’s what I meant.”

“I think you underestimate how I think of you,” she said slowly.

“Is that better or worse? Do you mean you think well of me and now I’ve dropped in your estimation? Or did I somehow go from sniveling worm beneath your heel to abysmal slime-mold you wouldn’t use your wand to scrape off with magic from said heel?”

He sounded resigned, amused, self-deprecating. His voice was low, a rich baritone, only a little of that drawl he’d had at Hogwarts left. The perfect amount. 

“I wear flats unless I’m in court,” she said. “I don’t hold the past against you anymore, we were children, child-soldiers, pawns moved around by people who should have known better. Played a better game of Wizarding chess, given that it was our lives they used. I regret it, myself, having her so young, though I don’t let myself think it if I can help it. I can’t, if I want to keep being a decent mother.”

“You are clearly an exceptionally fine mother. Why did you do it? You’re Hermione Granger, you don’t make decisions you regret,” he said.

Now she laughed, a bitter sound, that kept the tears in her eyes from spilling. 

“Don’t believe everything you hear. Or read,” she said. “I lost my parents in the war. They were both only children, my grandparents were gone a long time ago. Rose was my one chance to have a family, someone who belonged to me.”

“I’m terribly sorry. I hadn’t heard they’d died,” he said.

“They’re alive. Just…lost. Turns out, if you do a thorough enough Obliviation, there’s no return. The person they were before is effectively dead. They’re just not sad about it. That’s for other people,” Hermione said.

“Astoria told me it was her dying wish to have a child, even though it would kill her,” Draco said.

“That’s why you agreed?”

“No. I refused when she said that. She used blood magic, from the binding. Once that was done, it was either lose them both or just her,” he said. “She didn’t know that for sure, there was plausible deniability and we’d said someday. She made someday happen sooner than I thought possible.”

“You loved her,” Hermione offered. She’d never met Astoria, who’d been a few years behind them at Hogwarts and in Ravenclaw, had only a dim memory of the photo that had been in the Prophet when the marriage was announced, a slim, dark-haired young woman wearing a lot of lace standing next to Draco, who’d been all in black. Wizards wore all sorts of things to funerals. Only Hermione saw him in mourning at his wedding.

“In a way. I hated her too. I didn’t want to be either of my parents and I didn’t know how to be anything else,” he said. “My parents were overjoyed, a Malfoy heir, no miscarriages, no stillbirths. A healthy Pureblood baby. That’s quite rare, all the inbreeding, you understand. They think Astoria was a paragon of virtue and also, they didn’t give a damn about her.”

Scorpius ran over and stretched out a hand to show Draco a stone. It was an unremarkable piece of quartz, though it did catch the light.

“What a find, love. You can bring it home if you like or leave it here. You could even hide it, like goblin treasure,” Draco said, studying the stone, reaching out to straighten the collar of Scorpius’s jersey. He touched Scorpius’s cheek fondly, but he didn’t try to wipe the smear of dirt there, nor did he say anything about his son’s grubby hands. Hermione recalled what a pristine child he’d been, all silver and green, how he’d stand between his parents, very still, as if a portrait were being painted. 

“Hide it—” Scorpius said and darted back over to the field, just at the edge where a copse of trees stood, shadows beckoning. The whole playground was heavily warded and there were monitoring spells St. Mungo used for observation. It was safe enough to let him run away.

“That’s what I thought,” Draco said, shooting her that familiar parental glance, proud and powerless. 

“Ron begged me not to end the pregnancy. It wasn’t planned. The Healers said the curse damage I suffered from Bellatrix was unpredictable, the interactions with contraceptive charms and potions would have made them less effective. It wasn’t my fault, except I never told them I hadn’t bothered with any spells or potions, so it was, in a way. I didn’t care and then I did. I told Ron I was pregnant and he told me he was gay and in love with Theo and it would break his mother’s heart if he never gave her a grandchild. My parents were gone. Harry and Ginny were expecting, Andromeda was raising Teddy, Bill and Fleur just had Victoire. It was easier to say yes. It made so many people happy and Ron did what he said he would,” Hermione said. Andromeda knew most of it, but Hermione had never told anyone all of it, certainly not in one sitting, not sitting on a park bench in the weak English sunshine, without a Polo mint to her name. Augusta Longbottom had said Hermione should do as she liked but it was rare to see such a strong magical signature in the first trimester, though likely it would happen again, for a witch of her abilities. Likely hadn’t seemed like a good enough bet, not when Ron’s blue eyes had pled with her and he’d held her hands in his instead of touching her completely flat stomach. 

“What he said he would?” Draco repeated. He sounded encouraging, not nosy. Not prepared to made a rude remark about Ron or the Weasley family as a whole. It felt…good.

“Molly wanted me to name her Frederica. Winifred. Or Elfreda. It was ghastly. Even I knew Fred would have loathed it. Ron put his foot down and told her we weren’t doing that to a baby and that I had final say on her name. Then he came out to them, Molly and Arthur, so the name part receded as something anyone cared that much about,” Hermione said. “I don’t have to tell you how Purebloods feel about that, however warm and Muggle-forward they seem to be.”

“Bloody hell,” Draco said.

“There was a lot of screaming. Arthur finally told Molly to be grateful she had a son alive to tell her what made him happy and she piped down,” Hermione said. “She started knitting a jersey for Theo as soon as Ron let it slip they were involved. It was a little forced, but I think the knitting settled her down, let her feel like she was back in charge of the family. Molly had a great need for that.”

“Ah, the famous Weasley jersey,” Draco said.

“Infamous is more like it,” she replied. “Fleur won’t wear hers at all. But she’s married to Bill, so she can get away with it.”

“I gather you don’t have the same option,” he said.

“Molly watches Rose when Ron and Theo and I are all working or busy, always sends home dinner, invites me to Sunday lunch even when Ron and Theo have Rose. She’s Rose’s only grandmother. She means well,” Hermione shrugged. “Fleur wears cashmere and Molly sniffs. I Transfigured mine into a cardigan. Molly didn’t mind that, as long as the H is all on one side. I hid the pockets I added.”

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” he said, squinting a little against the light, the sun lower in the sky. Rose had approached Scorpius and now they were working on something with less height but a larger area. Hermione suspected St. Mungo’s had tracking spells to evaluate wild magic. At Rose’s last Healer’s visit, Hermione had been advised to stock up on Easiheal and beginning Arithmancy books, as if she and Ron hadn’t already done so (plus the Wizarding chess set Theo had brought out to let Rose watch them play.)

“It beats the alternative,” Hermione said. He shifted, faced her full on. They both looked older than they were, Draco with shadows under his grey eyes that spoke of broken sleep, Hermione with a streak of white in her hair like a ribbon, neither of them partial to glamours. He’d grown a fair amount after Hogwarts, his shoulders broader, his lanky frame filled out, and he dressed the part of an older man, much as Hermione had her mum’s uniform on. For a moment, she only saw the boy he’d been, too clever by half, preening, insecure, nervous he’d be caught caring. He’d taken the Dark Mark or rather, it had been forced on him, hidden by the sleeve he had securely fastened with monogrammed cufflinks. He could be the Dark Lord’s deputy, she could be dead in a ditch, both their first wands broken.

“I don’t think that’s as true as people say,” he replied. “We could have been given a chance to grow up. To put ourselves first, not the survival of the Wizarding world or the Noble House of Black. We could have found ourselves here in another ten years or twenty, with children we had chosen to have. Had wanted to bring into existence from dreams. We wouldn’t have to be alone, here, and at home, sitting by ourselves with a drink after we put them to bed, wondering what happened—”

“It’s hard,” she said, to stop him, because he was so right it hurt. She drank tea at night, even though it kept her up, because drinking wine or whiskey alone was worse. Ron and Theo encouraged her to go out when they kept Rose, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to explain who she was and she couldn’t bear it they already knew. She drank oolong, Darjeeling, PG Tips, always black, and she never read the leaves.

“What if it were easier?” he asked.

“Easier?”

“What if you told me what happened and I told you, after we put them to bed. What happened that day, not just what Rose did and what Scorpius said, but how you dealt with that stroppy minister from Croatia and how I heard back from Damaris, in Alexandria, about that manuscript revision, and what we could bring to the potluck Neville’s insisting on hosting instead of getting a proper caterer,” he said. “Samosas, for the record. Though I can manage vol-au-vents in a pinch, if you wanted to be Muggle retro about it.”

“That’s a lot happening,” she said. It was a leap, an enormous, across-a-chasm leap, he was describing and also just words, a possibility she could dismiss with a shake of her head, a slight frown, some politeness he’d accept instantly. His eyes, though, were hopeful, watching her.

“Scorpius will probably interrupt. He usually wants a glass of water exactly when I’m at a good part,” Draco said.

“Rose talks in her sleep. In French. It’s quite distracting,” Hermione said. When had she ever backed away from something daunting? Granted, she usually did some research first. Draco knew what a vol-au-vent was; she clearly wasn’t the only one who prepared. “It’s better than mine. She talks to Fleur and Gabrielle a lot.”

“I’m fluent,” he said. “In French and wheedling.”

“I’m good at pouring a glass of water wandless. I make the water take the shape of a dolphin going into the glass but I can do a Hippocampus too,” Hermione said.

“Are you hungry? I have apple slices and pesto egg muffin bites going begging,” he said, smiling. He had a sweet smile and a gleam in his eyes that was positively, gratifyingly filthy. She blushed, dropped her gaze from his.

“You’re a very pretty mummy, Hermione,” he said softly. “But it can be whatever you want, however you want. It can be maybe later, after you look at your calendar. Half-past never. Whatever’s easier—”

“I didn’t bring any snacks to the park and I have nothing planned for dinner unless we get Indian takeaway again. For the third time this week,” she said in a rush. “It would be easier to have someone else take care of dinner. I’m not picky, Rose isn’t either.”

“Bolognese or carbonara?” Draco asked. “Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy is made 98.2% from pasta. Don’t be deceived by the organic apple slices and pesto egg affectations.”

“Carbonara’s faster,” Hermione said. 

“But what do you want?” Draco hit the you and want with a perfect balance of emphasis. It made her remember she was only twenty-four years old. Hermione, not only Madam Granger and Mummy and ‘Mione.

“Bolognese,” she said. She reached over, touched his hand where it rested beside his leg. He couldn’t mistake her intention. “Everyone calls her Rose, but I named her Roseline, from Shakespeare. Roseline’s the one Romeo liked first. She goes away. Lives her own life off-stage.”

“I had to pick a constellation. I wouldn’t do it again,” he said.

Ten years later, after a long day and a longer night, he arrived, only a little later than they’d planned and just as they’d hoped. They named him Hugo.

#dramione #hermione x draco #post-hogwarts #family #angst #meet-cute #ron weasley being not as bad as you think #ron/theo #weasley family #dad!draco #mum!hermione #park bench #kidfic #since my fic tagged colic has outstripped my sex pollen tagged fic #in hits and kudos #I decided to double down on DILF!Draco #scorpius malfoy #rose weasley #epilogue what epilogue #very canon au #single parents #widower!draco

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Flirting With Disaster

Sweet Treats AU Masterlist

Self-pity, drinking, flirting.

Please let me know what you think <3

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A room full of seemingly happy people is always good to remind you how miserable you are.

You sit among the din in your own little corner. You don’t have the energy to pretend, to smile and say you're okay. The bruises on your arm in the shape of Steve’s fingers make it impossible to do more than suck up your tears and stare.

You catch yourself pinching the red fabric along your thigh. You look down, remind you of the woman you aren’t. Steve’s absence also serves to make your shortcoming obvious. You hear his voice but don’t look over. You don’t want him near you, not right now.

You feel worse that you’ve been so cold to the others. Kitty’s nice enough and Muffin is quiet but bright. Candy and Darling have a reluctant sort of friendliness, and Tony’s gal has been firmly wrapped in his arm for much of the night. They’re hardly missing your pouting face.

You sigh and hook one leg over the other, the skirt slipping up your knee. You don’t bother fixing it as a hum draws your eyes up. Bucky smiles down at you, as much as he ever does smile. He has that way of sneaking up on you. It always throws you off.

“Hey, you looked lonely,” he holds out a glass of wine, “prosecco?”

You chew your lip and his gaze falls to the nervous habit. You stop yourself and his cheek twitches. You accept the glass with a small thank you. You don’t mention that prosecco is your favourite, or dare to ask if he knew.

He sits beside you and takes a long swig from his own cup. “So, not much of a party girl, are you?”

“Guess not,” you answer as you take a bubbly sip.

“Not like Coco,” he muses, “I met her in a bar you know. She was the life of the place, dancing on tables and all that… but I got her well in hand.”

You laugh awkwardly, uncertain what to say, the sting of comparison once more prickling behind your eyes. You take another drink and peek behind you, Steve stands with Coco near the window. You wince and gulp deeper.

“You look nice, did I tell you that yet?” He says.

You rip your attention from over your shoulder and find him staring at you, his arm stretched behind you as he angles himself towards you. He usually doesn’t say so much to you, not that you’ll tell him that. You’ve seen what happens when you don’t say the right thing to Bucky Barnes.

“Thank you, sir,” you say as you slowly twirl the glass by its stem, “that’s so nice of you, uh, and… you look good too. It’s a nice suit.”

His brows flick up and his mouth goes crooked as his fingers tickle your shoulder. He touches the thick red strap and a growl rises in his throw, barely discernible above the buzzing guests all around. Maybe you’re imagining it. You take another drink.

“I mean it, you look hot as hell,” he winks as he slides his finger under the strap.

“I…” you breathe and smile as you rub your hot cheek, “yeah, it’s a pretty dress.”

“Not the dress,” he edges the strap over and pulls his hand away to let it drop down your arm, “you.”

You gasp and catch the strap as the bodice nearly droops away from your chest. He chuckles as he brings his glass up to his lips as you fix your dress. He’s not shy as he ogles the hint of your cleavage and shifts, tugging at his belt. He wouldn’t…

You cover your mouth as a bubble rises in your throat and you stifle a burp. He tuts as you and reaches to put his glass down. You shyly drop your hand, “excuse me.”

“Cute,” he remarks as he takes the flute from you, “you're thirsty,” he remarks at only the mouthful left in the bottom, “let me get you another.”

“Oh, I shouldn’t, I’m not a big drinker,” you say as your fingers brush along your throat nervously. You peek back again as Steve stares at the door, Coco’s gone.

“Why, cause the Captain said so,” he stands and cups your chin with a purr, “it’s a party, peach, have some fun.”

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #sweet treats #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #mcu #marvel #captain america

[marvelnatswhore]

Hide and seek

Natasha Romanoff X reader~fluff

Request: Hi, I have a request :) How about the Avengers are playing hide and seek? Natasha and reader choose the same place to hide and confess their feelings to each other. Later cuddles and a movie after they had been found. Just pure fluff please <3

WC: 1k

A/N: i hope this was ok :’) thankyou for the request lovely <3 

“Why did I get myself into this-” You muttered to yourself, dashing down the small hallway in search of a place to hide. You shook your head knowing it was silly but it didn’t stop the smile that pulled at the corners of your lips. 

Clint and Laura asked if you and Natasha would consider watching Lila and Cooper while they went out for the day. Since you were both free, you and Natasha agreed to look after the two, something you might have thought twice about if you knew how much havoc two kids on a sugar high could cause.

You were glad it was with Natasha at least, everything with her was that little bit better, she always had a way of making you smile. maybe that’s why you loved her, behind the leather jackets, and tight braids, she was the kindest person you’d ever met. 

You darted down the hall smiling at another easy victory while Lila and cooper’s loud and somewhat patchy counting echoed throughout the house. You let them find you almost every game, it was adorable how excited they were each time. You decided this round would be your last, since they were both at a tie and after some begging you agreed the winner could choose what movie you all watched.

You decided to go easy on them this round, you spotted the large grey couch in the spare living room, pressed against the wall but with enough room behind it you could fit easily. It only took a moment before you slipped behind it and you were happily surprised at the generous space.

“Could you be any louder?” A hand covered your mouth as you yelled in surprise. “You’ll give away my perfect hiding spot!” Natasha laughed in your ear as she released you from her grasp. 

“Nat-” You gasped softly, realising you both picked the same hiding spot. 

“They’re already looking for us, I can’t leave now!”

“I wouldn't want you to” Natasha chuckled, hitting your arm playfully. You ignored the heat rising in your chest when she said that and you nodded.

“Shh they’re coming-” 

You quieted down and sure enough loud giggles and small feet came running past. You held in your laughter as they left the room, oblivious to how close you were.

Even in the dark you could feel Natasha grin, “I’m betting Lila’s gonna win.”

“You’re seriously betting on children?” You smiled, shaking your head. “In that case Romanoff, you’re on.” You thought for a moment,  “I’ll bet you two chocolate muffins Cooper finds us.”  

“Only two-” you could almost hear the pout in her voice, “fine” Natasha smiled “your baking's worth it.” A nervous laugh escaped your lips, you were about to thank her for the compliment when you heard shuffling in your direction. 

“I FOUND THEM!!” You both share a gasp at the sudden intrusion and Lila squeals loudly as she runs off down the hall.

“What! NO FAIR!” You heard Cooper yelling, running after his sister. 

You laughed remembering the game you clearly both forgot you were playing, “I guess she wins,” Nat chuckled.

“That means she gets to pick the movie.” You said, both rolling your eyes knowing you’d be watching Frozen for the 5th time this week. 

Natasha helped you up from behind the couch and you blushed when her hand lingered in yours, you felt small hands grab the back of your shirt and you were quickly ripped away from the red head, you held out arm out dramatically mouthing ‘nooooo’ and sending Natasha into a fit of laughter as Lila huffed, telling you to hurry up;

You made it into the kitchen where Lila pointed eagerly at the cupboard with the microwave popcorn, just out of her reach. You laughed and started making the popcorn, helping her with fetching the other treats while Natasha set up the couch, muttering something about how frozen would stop working if Lila kept watching it. 

It took you bribing Cooper with the biggest chocolate cupcake to get him to sit down and watch the movie with you all. He argued about it but quieted down after tasting your famously good baking. It didn’t take long before you were all settled in for the evening, you swear you saw Natasha mouthing the script as the film began, and you chuckled tossing a handful of the popcorn in your mouth.

Lila fell asleep halfway through the film and Cooper followed shortly after, trying to fight it by shoving an impressive amount of popcorn in his mouth. 

You let the film continue running while you both carried Lila and Cooper to bed. They fell asleep almost instantly after you got them ready and put them down. You came back into the dimly lit room sighing, at the sight of popcorn long spilled across the floor and in between the couch cushions, surely never to be found. 

“We can clean it later,” Nat said in a yawn, taking your arm as she flopped back down on the couch, just as tired as the kids after a day of running around with them. 

The movie drowned out of your attention as you settled back down. You felt Natasha’s hand brush yours and you smiled as your fingers interlocked and you noticed how soft it was. 

You let your head fall against Nat’s shoulder and her breathing slowed. 

“Hey y/n?” She whispered to you keeping her eyes on the screen but squeezing your hand a little tighter, “yes Nat?” 

“I love you.” 

You smiled pulling yourself up and closer to her, maybe you were just tired but your heart felt lighter than it ever had and the next moment your lips were against hers in a soft kiss. You didn’t think about anything in that moment, because nothing mattered to you except Natasha. 

Your cheeks flushed as you pulled away from her lips “sorry-i just..I love you too Nat.”  

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha romanoff fluff #i dont mind that this sucks because it's cute

[mxanigel]

If I can be a little greedy in return, for your OT3 👀

4. An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

10. A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

38. Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

I'm sorry I took months to get to this ask from this game, but I had so much fun dwelling on these scenes. Thank you for being greedy! 😁💜 The three snippets are all set post-canon, though they aren't presented in chronological order.

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4. An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

“Shion, pass me the pliers.”

“Pliers? Not a wrench?”

“I need one of those, too, but pliers first.”

Shion raises a skeptical eyebrow before reaching across the workbench for the requested tool. She has to shove aside discarded wood and haphazardly-stacked sandpaper to grab it. Hange could’ve handled this themself, but the bit of tongue sticking out one side of their mouth shows they’re far too focused to consider the option.

Hange turns as she slides the pliers toward them. “Thanks—”

Their lips unexpectedly meet. So do their noses. Shion straightens with a laugh. “Sorry about that.”

“Did you just apologize for accidentally kissing me?” Their tone is somehow both amused and irritated.

“I guess?”

“Well, I can think of one way to fix that.” Hange grabs her shirt and pulls her in for a highly intentional and much longer kiss.

The corner of Shion’s mouth twitches. “Huh. Now I know how to snap you out of your work.”

Hange’s eyes sparkle. “Oh, no, please never ever use that against me.”

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10. A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.

Weary resignation creeps into Shion’s chest as she stares at the space on the shelf where their sugar should reside. She somehow forgot that their adorably precocious two-year-old daughter decided yesterday that it would be fun to knock over the container and then play with it like sand. Tasty, sticky sand.

“Shion? What’s wrong?” Hange asks, resting their chin on her shoulder.

“It’s technically possible to bake this pumpkin muffin recipe without sugar, but I doubt they’ll taste good.”

“Oh! I’ll go get some.”

“Wait, is the market still open at this hour?”

“Eh? I was going to ask Moblit and Nifa if they had any to spare. How much do you need?”

“125 grams would be ideal, but I can get away with a hundred.” She wrinkles her nose. “Apologize to them for the late interruption for me? I should’ve handled this while I was out today.”

“You had plenty going on. Don’t worry about it.” Hange nuzzles her neck, picks up a small empty jar, and then dashes to the front door.

Levi wheels into the kitchen from the living room. “Problem?” he asks.

“We’re out of sugar.”

“Ah, right.”

He volunteered for bathing duty after Petra’s antics. He probably wouldn’t have forgotten that we were out of sugar— Shion silently berates herself for the negative thought. She has been busy.

He deftly maneuvers into the hallway to speak to Hange. “Watch your step out there. It’s still raining.”

“I know, if you couldn’t tell.” They proudly twirl in their long coat and then lean down to kiss him. “I’ll be back soon.”

“You’d better be. We’re hungry.”

Hange laughs before stepping into the rain-soaked evening.

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38. Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.

Levi drags his forearm across his brow and then inspects the next plant in the row; elderberry, by the pattern of its leaves. “Lecture me already.”

“I can’t simply admire your hard work?”

“You usually don’t. Not after a day like yesterday.”

She tries not to think about the pain he showed, the agony he must have felt to reveal that he was in so much pain. Yet the memory prompts her to risk his ire by slipping her arms around his shoulders from behind. “I won’t apologize for worrying about you.”

He exhales heavily. “I’m not going to get better.”

Tiny claws rip into her heart. “You don’t need to. Your mobility will never affect how Hange or I feel about you.”

“Then don’t treat me like I can’t take care of myself.”

“I’m not—” She silences herself. Her intentions don’t matter here. If her actions made him believe she was seeing his injuries instead of him as a person, then she needs to change those actions. “I’m sorry I yelled at you to stay in bed yesterday.”

After a moment passes, he pats her elbow. “If it were you or Hange, I would’ve done the same.”

She appreciates him saying that. If the doctor’s right about how her pregnancy is progressing, she’ll be stuck in bed before long, too. Maybe that’s why she let her emotions get the better of her; she wants to care for him while she still can. “I love you,” she whispers.

Levi turns his head. “I love you, too.” And then he gently kisses her.

Moisture pricks her eyes as she pulls him closer, hoping with every fiber of her being that the gesture conveys how much she adores him.

#ask games #thank you for the ask! #OT3: what we have is each other #post-canon domestic moments between Hange and Levi and Shion have me like <3 <3 <3 #I have so much fic to write before I get here but it'll be worth it (right? right??)

[brighterdaysarebeforeus]

Still Hobie!! (^.^) side note, we’re just gonna have lots of Peters, hahahaha. We’ll use the Spider nicknames to differentiate. (^.^) also, Ham is an actual like…person in this. They’re not running with a random pig, hahaha

Ok enjoy!!

@hobiesgender @royallydivinelesbian

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The rendezvous point was on the abandoned pier, by the dried up portion of the river. There was a boat, a foot or three below the wooden pier, still tied off to it like the thing would float away on the dirt. Nobody ever came out here, because there wasn’t much out here aside from a long abandoned boat and the depressing sight of the riverbed; it was the perfect hideaway, and honestly sometimes Hobie thought it would be easier if they could stay on the boat full time and not just meet up there every so often.

Only issue was, he had spent his entire life looking over his shoulder for guards; he couldn’t stay in one place for more than a night or two before he started getting paranoid and twitchy. Best to keep on the move and save this place for a backup location when needed.

“He’s here!” Peni yelled down, waving at Hobie from the top of the sails. She liked climbing all the way to the top, despite multiple warnings of slipping or falling or the mast breaking, and she was the perfect person to ensure he hadn’t been followed by anyone. If he had been, she wouldn’t have said anything, but there were calls they’d agreed on to indicate followers. Hobie waved at her, ducking through the cloth they’d hung in place of a door.

“Thought you’d finally got caught.” Gwen said loudly when Hobie made his way onto the boat. She was in her look out corner, facing the doorway and staring pointedly at him as he entered.

“Who, me?” Hobie pointed at himself and grinned proudly, pulling the hoodie off of his head and tossing it at her face. She squealed in surprise when it hit her, and she yanked it away from her with a gag as soon as she could. “Nah, Miguel would never. My guy can only dream of catching me one day, a dream that will never come true.”

“That’s what you say now,” Margo said from her post; she was on the ceiling, sitting on a ledge that stuck out partially from the wall. It was long enough for her to lay down if she wanted to, but only just low enough from the ceiling for her to sit. Her buns were pressed flat against her head, but she didn’t move from where she was leaning and staring down at them. “But one of these days, Hobie Brown, your luck is gonna run out. What are you gonna do then?”

“My luck ain’t gonna run out.” Hobie called back, flopping over onto the couch in the center of the room. Ham was curled up in the armchair, staring at him with wide eyes. He was a somewhat newer addition, snarky and quippy when he wanted to be but still fairly quiet and shy. He usually tended to stick with Peni when he could, though Gwen was a close second for him. “If it does, I’ll be dead and you lot will have to figure out how to carry on without me.”

“Not funny, Hobie.” Gwen jumped over the back of the couch and landed on him, making him grunt and wheeze as he tried to get her off. “Here.” A bagel landed on his chest, and a muffin, and Hobie lifted an eyebrow at her right as he shoved the top part of the muffin in his mouth.

“You rob a bakery or something?” He asked her. Gwen shrugged.

“Ducked through someone baking shit on the way here.” She said. “Thought you would’ve been smart enough to grab your own food, but I guess not.”

“Not my fault.” Hobie said, even as he leaned back to offer the bagel to Ham. The kid looked at it for a moment before snatching it from his hand and ripping it in half. He bit down into one of the halves, watching them both with wide eyes. “Kid and his mother got kicked outta their home. Had to give them something.”

“I am also a kid that got kicked out of their home.” Ham said. “Does that mean I gotta give up my food to strangers all the time too?”

“It’d be nice if ya could.” Hobie said. “Gotta look out for ours since no one else will.”

“There’s a whole royal family who’s job it is to look out for us.” Gwen reminded him, and Hobie met her gaze with a raise eyebrow. They had a silent stare off before Gwen cracked, snickering into the palm of her hand. “Ok, ok, that’s fair.” She leaned back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “Any other plans for today aside from running from the guards?”

Hobie thought about it for a moment, swallowing his food so that he wouldn’t get lectured from Gwen for talking with his mouth full.

There were several soup kitchens he knew were open. Mrs. Aguilar down the block from the library who probably needed help with groceries or her heating; woman was always needing something, but she had no one else to look out for her and so they stepped in where they could. Miguel was likely still organizing the guards to find Hobie again, especially since they’d gotten so close to catching him today.

“There’s lotsa stuff that can get done today.” Hobie said finally. “What’s the time?”

“About 1:45.” Margo called from ceiling.

“We got time.” Hobie said. “Let’s make a game plan and get to it.”

#punkflower #hobie brown #gwen stacy #margo kess #peni parker #spider ham #a whole new world au #part 4 #still no miles sorry #we’ll get there though!!

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 54. brb x oc

a/n: Nix and Rooster are like siblings and they fight as such.

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: kinda suggestive???? it's rooster so I think it's to be expected HAH

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There were very rare times the whole Dagger Squad had lunch together, but today was one of those days. He wasn’t complaining, as much as he talked shit about his friends jokingly, he liked them. They were his family after all, they were his groomsmen and Beatrice��s bridesmaids…and they were all assholes that he held dearly in his heart.

So having them sitting down with him and Mav was great, they all talked about random topics until the subject of Nicole came up. And since he loved talking about Nicole, his whole demeanor lit up the second his daughter’s name popped up.

“Look at you,” Phoenix smirks, sipping her juice, “A full on girl dad.”

“Honestly,I always thought Rooster would be a girl dad.” Fanboy adds, taking a bite of his sandwich.

Rooster crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back on his seat to give his friends a look, “How so?”

Fanboy blinks at him, then shrugs, “I dunno, you kinda remind me of my brother when he had my niece. I guess that’s why.”

What a great explanation. But Rooster just chuckled softly, shaking his head with his eyebrows up, “Alright…well, since you guys asked, Nikki is fine.” he smiles, “She’s…getting bigger every day and God she has so much hair on her head. Bea thinks we’ll be able to put it in pigtails soon.” and it was the cutest thought in his mind. Honestly thinking about his daughter was always welcome.

That and thinking about Beatrice helped as well.

“And how’s Bea?” Halo asks, ripping the plastic wrap that kept her chocolate muffin fresh and soft, “We saw her at the bar but we didn’t talk to her too much.”

“She’s fine.” he hesitated in elaborating that she wasn’t feeling the greatest these past weeks, “It’s not easy,but she’s fine. She’s doing a great job.” and his voice goes soft every time he talks about her. It was so endearing that no one else was surprised, some actually rolled their eyes once he started speaking.

“Of course she is,”Payback smirks, gesturing at Rooster with his soda can, “If the stupid look in your face is any answer, she’s doing pretty fine.”

Rooster just chuckles, because well,he’s right isn’t he? He’s pretty stupid for her, in any way or another, there’s no one who could make his massive frame melt into a goop of love and adoration like Beatrice does.

Which is why he was so vocal about her cousins acting up, being stupid to her,  being mean and rude without a reason. Beatrice was worth the fight, if there was any. He hoped it wouldn’t go that far, especially because her parents might join the celebration as well… but they should be prepared in any case. 

“Maybe I’m not that subtle.” He shrugs “Not that I’d want to be, you know,” and the almost expected.”uh-huh” coming from the others only made him laugh, until he felt his phone vibrate.

Bradley wasn’t worried when Beatrice messaged him, she always did and honestly he was waiting for it a lot more that morning because he wanted to know what her siblings said. So when she finally texted him, he stopped eating to check his phone, smiling at her little greeting before she started speaking.

Bea (12:14)

Hi Roos!Good morning! I hope you are having a good lunch! I talked to the others and they aren’t happy with this situation either. Mikey,Marina and Leo are coming with us to the triplets’ place.

Roos (12:15)

Hey gorgeous, good morning. My lunch is pretty good :) also I’m glad to hear that everyone else is just fed up with them as much as we are. I feel like this was a long time coming, huh?

Bea (12:16)

It was! Well, I just hope everything goes well. They are so annoying Roos. Not even GUI managed to calm everyone down like usual…it was really funny. But besides that, well, that’s what happened. And so we will go there and, you know, do something about it.

It was adroable how she sometimes rambled even in text, it honestly filled his heart with even more warmth than before. As he typed to Beatrice, the Dagger Squad watched, as in watched him intensely, even slowing their chewing to pay even more attention.

Rooster looked up from his phone with his brow up, then frowned, flicking his gaze back down.

Roos (12:18)

Gorgeous, can I give you a call? There are some people who don’t know about personal space.

Bea (12:18)

Personal space??...Oh!You mean the guys? Sure thing! Haha

He stands to his feet, letting out a quiet ‘excuse me’ as he walks away from the table, he was done eating anyway, already pressing the quick dial as he gets far enough from the group, ignoring the teasing sounds they threw his way with an eyeroll.

He leans his shoulder against the wall, far from where the Squad was, and waits for her to pick up. “Hi,Roos!” he’s smiling as he hears her voice, there was no way this woman wasn’t aware of how much she affected him, there was no way, “At a safe distance?”

“Yes,ma’am.” he looks back to where the group was, now too busy talking amongst themselves to pay attention to him, “Safe indeed…anyway, what else happened? Anything else you wanna tell me?”

“Well,as I said the others are going too, they are all tired of the triplets doing this. And they do this to us only you know? Our other cousins just hate them but they have never called them or did any of the bullshit they are doing right now.” She moves around a bit and he smiles more when he hears Nicole’s gentle noises in the background. “Marina thinks it’s petty…but it’s not petty is it?”

“...It is a bit petty,gorgeous.”

“Oh.”

“But sometimes it’s what has to be done.” he reassures her, turning his wedding ring on his finger with his thumb as he says, “Did you guys plan anything that I should be let in on?”

“Huh?Oh! Thanks for reminding me,well,so, my aunt’s house is a beach house, it’s pretty big and that's all…uh…I don’t know, it’s big. Michael suggested we show up dressed the best, literally pull out whatever expensive stuff we have inside the closets to visit them. Of course they’ll try to say they are the best or whatever, but we can have the upper hand…in a way.”

“That’s fair,” he chuckles, “I wouldn’t mind it. I have some stuff saved up.”

“I know you do…I really like that royal blue suit you have…and the um, the yellow flowers shirt.”

“...oh?” Amazing how easy it was to notice how flustered she got, even through the phone, “Is that right?”

“Y-Yeah,I mean…it’s nice and it’s um…it’s nice.”

Bradley licks his lips before speaking, shaking his head with amusement, “Whatever you want, gorgeous. I can wear that…maybe, just the shirt if it’s too hot.” he murmured, keeping his voice low to prevent any officer from hearing it, “Keep it unbuttoned just how you like it.”

If Beatrice was drinking something, she choked, then coughed quietly, with gentle cursing leaving her lips in whispers, “I-I wouldn’t mind that.” a few more coughs “I…I wouldn’t at all.”

“Mmm…” he sounds way too pleased with himself, “What about you? Any outfit in mind?”

“Honestly, no,I might take a look and see what I can get? I know there is some stuff I have saved up and all…I just,well,I don’t know. There are some summer dresses that could be fancy,right?”

“I love when you wear those dresses,” he whispers just so she could hear, “Reminds me of the first time I saw you wearing one…remember? At Nat’s place?”

“...you mean at the barbecue after I got drunk?”

“You weren’t drunk, you were adorably buzzed.” he remembers how her cheeks were flushed, how her eyes were glazed yet focusing just on him, “And you tried to make me wear your ring.”

“...I did?”

“Yes, baby, don’t you remember? You held my finger up and tried to put it on, but my fingers were too big.”

Beatrice was silent on the other end, but he could hear her inhaling to speak for a few seconds, “I…I don’t remember that…but um…well, you do have big fingers.” and his mouth curled up into a smirk at the stammering, “And…big hands.”

“Baby…” he warns quietly, “You know there’s only so much you can say when I’m not home…who knows what’s going to happen once I get there?”

“Hah, well…I mean…would you be opposed to it?”

God help him, she was going to end him one of these days, “...never, gorgeous.” he replies huskily, rubbing his thumb nail against the paint on the wall, the small crack flaking under his touch, “But we have to take Nikki to your parents tonight too, so, maybe…something quick?”

“Rooster.”

“What? You know I would love it.”

He could almost feel her blush through the phone, her soft embarrassed giggle muffled by a hand as she walked around the house, “I’ll think about that.” she says finally, “Oh! Another thing, Marcus called.”

“Marcus?”

“Mhm!He’s in Greece but he wanted to congratulate us on Nikki and um, you know, everything else.” she explains, he hears the sound of Jolene’s claws clicking behind her as she walked - amazing how he could figure out which dog it was just by their walking - “And…well, he asked if I wanted to do another photoshoot.”

Bradley blinked, stopping messing with the wall to lean his back against it, digging one of his hands into his pants pocket, “Really?” she hums positively, “Huh, well, what do you think then?”

“I don’t know…I mean, it’d be nice,I like Marcus–”

“I like him too,especially when he makes bikinis for you that I can enjoy~”

“You are terrible,”  she laughs again, humming at the end of her sentence “It’s just…I don’t know,I’m a mom now, I’d have to check the ‘Nikki Schedule’.”

Bradley blinked, still spinning his wedding ring on his finger, licking his lips before speaking, “What’s bothering you about it? I can hear it in your voice.”

She groans like a child that was just caught grabbing something she shouldn’t have, “I don’t know,I’m still…having thoughts about my body,I want to…go back to my old size,I guess.”

“Baby…listen, I love you regardless, you know that right?” he asks and she hums again, agreeing with his words, “Thing is, if appearance is the main issue, you know Marcus wouldn’t think that’s enough reason considering your first photoshoot was based because of your body…your very, very nice, soft body…” he trailed off, brain filling with thoughts and images that he shouldn’t have now, “...I’m getting distracted, but if you fear you aren’t going to do good because of that…gorgeous.”

“I know,I’m overreacting…but I’ll have to think about it.”

“Did he say what this new photoshoot will be for?Maybe…another set of bikinis?”

Beatrice laughs in the other line, the sound of Nicole’s mobile adding in the background, “I don’t know, he just said it’ll be based on Greek Goddesses and such…”

“Well, don’t you have some Greek descent too? Maybe it’s right up your alley.” he knows she’s still worried, so he just softens his tone, “Gorgeous, whatever you want to do,I’ll support it. If you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to.”

“I know,Roos.” comes her gentle reply “And I appreciate it so much. You always support me a lot…and you always ask for my opinion and…yeah…”

“Well,I love you for starters.” its his laughed reply, his chest bubbling with emotion, she really made him feel like a teenager again and he loved  it, “And I love seeing you happy, opening up to me…and so on. I just want you to be okay.”

Her silence should be worrying, but he hears the soft huffed laugh that leaves through her nostrils, amusement, adoration with a hint of disbelief almost, “I am okay. I am more than okay. I have you.”

Rooster drops his head with the phone still on his ear, flushed just the tiniest bit, “I’ll have you know that made me blush.” he says, feeling his cheeks warm up ,”And that you’re getting better every day at it, pretty girl.”

“I aim to be the best.” she giggles “Oh, is it time for you to go back yet?”

He blinks, “I don’t know, is it?” he didn’t even notice, but when he looks back to where the squad was, he sees that only Nat was left, holding the arm that had her watch, tapping the screen repeatedly with an amused grin, “...well…I think it is.”

“It’s okay…” a pause “Was it Nat that showed you the time?”

“Oh,hey, come on. Rude, it’s not like I can’t do it.” he laughs though, walking back to where the female pilot was ,”Yeah, it was her.”

“Tell her hi for me!” God, her voice was so sweet, she was so sweet. He missed her so much already. “And well, have a good day. I’ll see you later?”

“You know it,gorgeous…I love you.”

“I love you too! Bye Roos! Nikki says bye too!”

He pulls the phone back,ending the call and sliding it into his pocket only to see Nat’s amused eyes, her arms crossed over her bust, “What?” she just raises her arms in defense, walking alongside him out of the cafeteria, “Don’t judge me.”

“Who says I’m judging? It’s adorable.” she smiles, then nudges his shoulder, “Those Schiavonis…they can latch on you like nothing else.”

Bradley smirks down at her, seeing how Nat’s eyes soften as she recalls something in the back of her mind, “How’s Umberto?”

“He’s great.” she says sweetly, “We talked yesterday…he’s going to be deployed in a couple days…I met his family by the way.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah, his dad took us on his yacht.” Rooster couldn’t help but chuckle after she said that, “It was really fun…I like him.”

“Obviously.” it was something she said to him every time he mentioned Beatrice and it felt so good to say it to her. Nat just rolled her eyes, playfully shoving his shoulder as the two walked along. Deployment…strange, he wasn’t thinking about it but since Nat mentioned Umberto…he had to admit he was nervous about going.

For obvious reasons, but especially about leaving Beatrice and Nikki alone. Beatrice is still getting better from her postpartum depression, there were bouts of sadness in her that she refused to tell him, he knew…he just didn’t want her to feel alone in there,alone with Nikki, even if she had others surrounding her and helping her, it wasn’t something he could get out of his mind.

He didn’t know when they’d be deployed again, maybe it was for the best, but he knew he had to mentally prepare himself when he did leave. Because he missed Beatrice before, but now? Now he misses Bea and Nikki.

Maybe he shouldn’t worry so much, especially because of anticipation.He should let things go by, worry when it was time to worry.

“...Rooster?” Nat’s questioning tone snaps him back into reality, when he turns to face her he sees her brown going up, “Everything okay?”

“Everything is fine.” he tells her, “I’m just thinking about some things.”

“...okay?”

Of course she wouldn’t let it go, so he sighs out tiredly, “I’m thinking how it’ll be when I get deployed again, it’ll be…weird. I just want Bea to be okay with Nikki when I’m gone.” he explains, and when Nat asks him why she wouldn’t be, he just says, “I don’t know, it’s just something I’ve been thinking, it’ll be a lot of stress.”

“Well, she won’t be alone right?”

Bradley sighs through his nose, “No, but still-”

“Ah…I see.” Nat’s amused grin leaves him confused, “Your daughter has you in her little hand just like Bea did, obviously. That’s why.”

…well,she wasn’t wrong.

So he just huffs out a laugh, shoving Nat gently to the side only to receive a punch to the arm. He unfortunately forgot how powerful her punches were and immediately winced, recoiling further away from, rubbing his sore arm, “She’ll be fine,Rooster.” she is just giving him a look, one that said ‘you are worrying too much’ “She’d want you to trust her with that.”

“I do.”

“Then don’t worry so much. You are still in Cali.” she gestures to their surroundings, “Worry when you are about to leave…plus, I’m sure Bea would appreciate that too.”

“...yeah, you are right.” his arm still hurt, “Also, don’t punch me again.”

“No promises.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere Professor Venomous Headcanons: The Thrill of Obsession (Ok K.O.)

[Hello My Sexy Muffins, welcome back to another chapter, in this one it is from a request from youtube and I was not going to do it at first because kid show yada yada then I fell in love with the character and he is an adult so this one I will let slide. Now, this is with Professor Venomous as a Yandere from Ok K.O. So let's do this. Please enjoy this chapter here!]

-Base Yandere Headcanons Professor Venomous-

.He is typically calm and collected.

.Though he is bored with his life and its mundane day-to-day style.

.That is when he meets you a wonderful person who just so happens to be in his life.

.Just being near you makes his heart race, blood pump, and feel so damn alive!

.He needs to have more of this.

.Just like his thrill-seeking he loves that jolt he gets with you

.So he is always pushing the boundaries with you, from holding your hand to making love to you and so much more.

.He gets such joy and excitement from you, he now is a little bit addicted to you.

.He does have a soft spot and does show it to you.

.Giving a gentle hand when needed.

.His other side is just as obsessed with you, but very much more toxic, willing to kidnap you and tie you up so you cannot leave them.

.He struggles to come to terms with this and he is sharing you with another form of himself.

.He has no choice in the matter, all he can do is take care of the aftermath his other side leaves.

.He takes care of you and guides you with a firm and gentle hand. Strong and very in control.

.He is a chaotic yandere.

.From going to stalking you to actively trying to kill your loved ones, to support you unconditionally.

. It is hard to guess what he is going to give you that day.

.If he is going to try and run off with you spur of the moment or if you won't see him cause he is stalking you.

.Either way, he does adore you beyond the point of obsession.

.He would deal with rivals by blasting them away, he gets a sick pleasure from making their heads explode and maybe even directing them.

.Gifting you their heart, they wanted to give it to you after all. They got their wish.

.He tells you he loves you by a grand scientific gesture.

.If you are to accept his love he is over the moon and will do anything for you. As you just made his entire existence

.If you were to turn him down? He would get scary quiet.

.So much to the point he might be scaring you.

.He seems calm but he is not.

.He is not angry with you but everything he knew has been ripped away from him and he will NOT Let that happen!

.You Are HIS AND HE WILL HAVE YOU No Matter What.

#yandere #yandere professor venomous #yandere headcanons #headcanons #base headcanons #professor venomous #professor venomous x reader #reader #gender neutral reader

[stationintern]

Sunday Snips!

Thank you to @mallstars for tagging me! This fic is something I've only recently started tinkering with. Here's the working synopsis for a little context: This story is about portrait. It’s also about the warmth of a shopfront on a foggy morning, the intimacy of eavesdropping, and the love we have for our terrible mothers. Alternatively, this is a story about Draco Malfoy.

Draco was struggling for a quick-witted reply when a man’s laughter rang out from the same corner as the woman’s from before. The sound struck Draco right between the lungs, engulfing him in nausea similar to the kind he’d managed to quell with the croissant. Something about that laugh was so familiar, so grating–

In an instant, he knew to whom it belonged. He could hear it echo from high above the Quidditch pitch, down a corridor, across the expanse of the Great Hall, against all odds.

Then, the voice spoke.

“Fuck! I have that meeting with Helena in an hour.”

Every ounce of comfort that Flora’s had managed to provide was dashed like waves upon a rocky seashore as Potter whirled into action from behind the fern. He was just like Draco remembered: broad, dark, with those boyish mannerisms– such as shoving a half-eaten muffin between his teeth as he wrestled his arms into his coat.

“Oh no,” Pansy said, and Draco would have said it first if he wasn’t busy being slack-jawed and generally terrified. This was not the time. This was not the place. 

“Oh no,” she said again, more frantic, batting at his arm, “Darling, darling–”

Draco just sat and stared as Pansy spurred into action, bumping her knee against the underside of the table, sending their espresso cups clattering into their saucers as she launched herself toward a newspaper stand, just out of arm's reach. Potter was still struggling with that damned jacket, repeatedly missing the holes as he tried to talk to his partner with a mouth full of muffin, undignified. 

Pansy finally managed to nab a paper, whipping it open and shoving Draco’s face behind its pages, right as Potter turned in their direction. Draco and Pansy had a silent conversation that contained a fair amount of expletives using only their eyes, nose to nose behind the singular newspaper, lacking in width, which they were now using as a hiding spot. A little boy had saved a kitten from a tree. There was something to do with Iraq that contained too much political jargon for Draco to glean anything of substance from at this moment.

A muffled goodbye, footsteps, the ringing of a newly-familiar bell. Potter was gone. Draco urged Pansy to drop the newspaper, but she held firm, and it was easy to guess that she was terrified, with the way her sharp nails dug into the words, threatening to puncture them. She was holding her breath, eyes squeezed shut, murmuring a silent prayer unto herself.

More footsteps sounded from the corner– slower, more hesitant. Someone, not Potter, was approaching them.

“Pansy,” a woman’s voice said. Ginevra.

“Pansy,” she repeated, “I know that’s you. I heard you saying something about shagging on a piano bench.”

Slowly, so slowly, Pansy lowered the newspaper, just enough so that Ginevra could see her eyes. Ginevra was not how Draco remembered, rail-thin and on fire, sometimes pale and awestruck when Potter walked by during her younger years. She was taller, and underneath the forest green turtleneck she wore there was the distinct outline of muscle. Perhaps she had grown a few more freckles, as well. Draco wasn’t sure what she’d been up to for the last few years, but it appeared to have served her well.

“Hi,” she said, more timid and with less fire than Draco would have thought. Pansy flinched beside him.

“Hello,” Pansy squeaked, and pulled the newspaper up higher, “I’d really rather not speak with you, if you don’t mind.”

“I do mind, actually.”

In a flash, the newspaper was ripped from Pansy’s grip, dangling limp and tattered in Ginevra’s hand. Her smile was soft, as opposed to victorious over their unveiling. Draco resisted the urge to throw up. He didn’t want to be in the vicinity of anyone who knew more than his name and occupation, let alone a Weasley.

“Let’s have a chat, shall we?”

Once again, another WIP for me to think about. This month is very very busy for me, along with stressful, so I doubt much writing will occur, but I'm glad to be able to share these little snippets. I'm tagging @uncannycerulean @thehoneybeet and @teledild0nix

#drarry #drarry wip snip #wip snip #fun tags! #ginsy

[cinemastyles-blog]

Baked with Love

Summary: This was requested by : @pologoonies - "Harry is a pudgy boy who works in a bakery with his classmate(who is also chunky) and fluffiness and shyness ensue and semi pining and getting over the fact that the other didn't know they worked in the same place. Please?"

Warnings: mean girls, angst maybe? This isn’t a smut oneshot, I just thought it was a really sweet request.

Master

Young Harry / Young Y/N

I grabbed my apron from the hook and replaced it with my coat. I put it on and tied it, letting out a sigh as I walked over to the schedule, "Who am I working with today?"

"Oh, Sandra." I purse my lips together and shake my head. I tie my hair back and put my hat on. I wash my hands and mentally prepare myself for the day.

Even though It's nothing really new to me, the comments I get sometimes still get under my skin. I mean I get it, I'm a bigger girl, working in a bakery, doesn't really leave much room to not make fun of me.

"Hey, y/n." My boss says walking around the corner, "Sandra can't make it in today so I have you working with Harry."

"H-Harry?" I ask, a little apprehensive. There's only one Harry that I know and last I knew, we only go to school together.

He nods, "Yeah. Is that alright?"

I nod once, "Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah."

"Great. I have to leave for the day, so if you have any issues, just call me or Marge." He smiles and walks away.

I hear the door shut and I take a slow deep breathe.

Maybe it's a different Harry, I think as I slowly push the door open, Nope.

"Y/N?" Harry asks, his voice sounding a little astounded, "You work here?"

I nod once, trying to calm my shaky hands, "Y-yeah. I Um.. yeah." I set the tray down and start to move the muffins to the display case, "I didn't know you worked here either."

I look over at him and nods, "Yeah, yeah. I've been here for about two years now."

I raise my eyebrows, "Oh. Wow. Yeah I've been here for a couple months."

"I see you around school. I knew we were classmates, but-"

The bell on the door rings and a group of teens come in.

"Hi. How can I help you?" I say stepping up to the register. The two girls turn to each other and whisper and the one guy gives me a small smile, "Yeah, hi." He looks over the items in the case and lets out a sigh, "What do you recommend?"

"Oh, I don't know." I say nervous, "Everything is good, I guess."

The one girl giggles, "Clearly she would know."

I look down and pray that they leave soon.

"I'll take four of the muffins, please." He taps the glass and I quickly box them up, "That'll be eight dollars."

He hands me a ten and smiles, "Keep the change."

I nod, "Thank you."

He turns to the girls who laughs and shakes his head, "Did you really have to do that?"

Their voices fade out as they clear out and I grip the two dollars, crumbling them up before I toss them in the tip jar.

"Don't let them get to you, y/n." Harry walks up and stands next to me, "I know it's easier said than done, but you're way better than them."

I scoff and shake my head, "I-I'm not.. just because I don't look the beauty standard they think I don't have feelings.." I mumble, "I hate it."

"You're beautiful." Harry whispers setting his hand on mine.

Everything in me wants to rip my hand away and run away and cry in the back, but I stay.

"I'm not perfect either.. look at me. You can obviously tell that I spend my time working in a bakery." He laughs slightly, trying to get me to smile.

I look over at him and give him a small smile, "Thank you, Harry." I whisper before I turn, "I-um.. I have to go check on the uh, yeah." I walk into the back anxiety takes over my body as I press my back to the wall.

I like Harry. Like, like like Harry. We haven't had many interactions, mainly because I'm too shy and scared of rejection, but when he says hi to me in school, I could faint. So, I freeze up, unsure of what to say back.

"Where's Sandra?" I hear a lady ask, "She's usually here on Thursday's."

"She's out sick today so I'm filling in for her." Harry answers.

I shake my head and aimlessly look up and down the shelves to occupy my mind.

"Y/N?" Harry pushes the door open, "You okay?"

I freeze and look up, "Oh, yeah. I'm just-" I quickly grab something of the shelf, "Looking for baking soda apparently." I set it back down on the shelf and step out slowly.

He laugh slightly, "You're funny, you know that?"

"Funny looking." I mumble quietly, unsure if he heard it or not. He turns as he hears the bell ring, "I'll go get that."

He walks out and I shake my head, "No. you have to work." I remind myself. I take a deep breathe, "It's just one shift."

——

"I didn't think today would be as slow as it was." Harry says turning the open sign to closed.

"Yeah." I nod, "Thursday's are usually slow, which I don't understand."

He walks up and leans on the counter, "Are you okay?"

I give him a nod and stay silent.

"I meant what I said earlier today, about you being beautiful, and funny." He taps the counter with his fingers, "I see you."

I glance up at him and shake my head, "No."

He lets out a sigh, "Y/N.." he stretches his arm across the counter and scoops my hand into his, "I'm not skinny or have the clearest skin. I mean look at this mop on my head." He shakes his head and his hair waves back and forth.

I smile and laugh slightly, his hand squeezes mine as I shift slightly, "I like your hair." I freeze, not believing that I said that out loud.

He smiles and I can see his cheeks turning red.

"I never- I never thought you saw me." I admit quietly, "I know you say hi to me in school, but-" I shake my head, embarrassed.

"I actually.." he laughs nervously, "A crush."

I look up at him, "Huh?"

"A crush, on you.. is what I have." He closes his eyes and shakes his head with a smile, "Let me try that again."

He takes his hand back and stands up straight, "I have .. a crush.. on you." His voice goes quieter.

My eyes goes wide, "You- you what?"

He nods, "Y-yeah." He smiles, "You're just, I don't know.. you seem like you understand me."

I feel the need to retreat.

"I-I.." I set my pen down on the notebook and walk into the back. I can hear Harry quietly yelling at himself.

I shake my head, still not believing what I just heard.

The phone rings and I go to pick it up, "Hello?"

"Hey, y/n. Can you and Harry stay at the bakery and get an order ready for someone? They're on their way now, I figured I could catch you before you guys left."

"Yeah. Okay." I state, "What do they want?" I walk out and Harry looks up at me. I focus on the order. I grab my pen and take the order, "Okay."

"Thank you."

"Yep." I hang up and set the phone on the counter, "There's someone coming for an order." I say just loud enough for Harry to hear.

His words repeat in my head and I can't help but to feel like he's lying.

No one has ever liked me before, at least not that I could believe. From a young age, I drilled it into my head that no one likes a girl who wears bigger size clothing.

"Y/N?" Harry asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

I realize that a tear is about to fall from my eye so I blink and turn away, "Yeah?"

"The order? What is it?"

"Oh, um. I-it's.." I slide the book over to him.

It's not or never, y/n, I tell myself, he likes you, he said if himself. I shake my head and I can feel his hand slowly grab mine.

I avoid looking at him until he tugs on my arm, "I know- I know how hard it is to believe someone likes you." I turn my head slowly.

"I'm not popular, I'm a nerd according to the pathetic scale the preps at the school run off of." He sighs, "The point of my rambling.." he laughs slightly.

I smile and nod, "No I get it.. harry." I let out a sigh, "I.."

Come on, y/n. Don't chicken out now.

"You make me nervous." I whisper.

"So do you.. but." He squeezes my hand, "I keep telling myself that if I don't speak up about what I want, it won't happen."

I have no idea what to say right now so I just stare at him.

He smiles slightly, "Sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"No." I say quickly, "That's actually good advice to follow."

He nods and presses his lips together, "Can I.. um.." he  scratches the back of his neck, "No.. no.." He lets go of my hand and steps back.

"Harry what?" I ask, anxious to know what he wanted to say.

"I was-" he shakes his head, "I was going to... kiss you.. but I.." his voice gets quiet, "Chickened out."

I blink a few times, "Oh.. oh.." I nod and shrug, "I-I.." I stop myself from embarrassing myself further.

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

I do. I do. I do. I do.

I give him a small nod and he walks up to me. He stands in front of me and tilts his head, quickly leaning in to give me a peck on the lips.

I can't help but smile and I just know my face is changing into a bright shade of red as my insides cartwheel back and forth.

"So this order." Harry changes the subject, "what do we need?"

——

"I'll go switch the lights off out front." Harry says quickly making his way to the door. He runs into the wrong side and places his hand on his forehead.

I cover my mouth to keep from laughing, "Are you okay?" I ask quickly.

He gives me a thumbs up and pushes the door open before he walks though.

He walks back in and looks at me before he starts laughing, "That-"

"I'm surprised I didn't do that today." I say taking my apron off. He walk over and grabs his coat, "Can I walk you home?"

I nod and smile, "um, yeah. If you want to."

He grabs his coat and we walk outside, "Can I hold your hand?" He asks shyly.

I nod and he takes my hand into his, interlocking our fingers.

We walk quietly to my house and I look up, "This is me." He nods and points, "I literally live right down the street."

"Really?" I ask looking down the street.

"Yeah. I do." He clears his throat and I look at him.

"We'll I better get in.." I bite my lip, nervous to ask him for another kiss.

He walks up to me and presses his lips to mine, "Goodnight."

I smile and watch as he starts walking down the sidewalk, "Goodnight."

——

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[mediumtires]

how do you think our favorite old men would rate different pet names? Like, darling is very much in their vocabulary, but do have any other regulars? Is darling Christian’s word and he’s sticking to it? Does Toto do progressively more German pet names to annoy Christian? Have either of them accidentally made a rude name a call back? Idk why this has consumed me but I request your input

so darling is pretty much a given. i like to think toto picked it up from christian early on in their relationship and says it out of the blue on a random tuesday morning when they’re both rushing to get out of the house and christian’s brain just. short circuits. other frequent ones are honey, love and sweetheart, just because in my mind they’re, you know. older, more mature than a lot of the go to f1 pairings. i can’t really see them using terms like baby or babe (i know i have made this a thing in more. intimate settings and i remain firm on that point. but only in very selective situations.)

i like to think christian occasionally goes for something very obnoxious to annoy toto. sugarplum. muffin. buttercup. lovebug. handsome. casanova (iykyk). and every time toto will threaten him with a call to his lawyer to finalise the divorce.

in terms of german pet names. i’m really fucking particular about this lmao. first of all i don’t take toto for a guy to use a lot of pet names anyway. he calls his partners by their first name a lot of the time although i guess behind closed doors there might be the occasional term of endearment. that being said german pet names are really. dunno. they make me cringe and a lot of the times i don’t get them. so i don’t use them :) things like schatz/schatzi (rip) or even liebling to me just kill the flow when i’m reading (and also kill the vibe of whatever it is i’m reading).

so my take on this is toto calls christian by his first name most of the time. his go to pet name for him is darling though, occasionally honey. i think love works really well too. christian sometimes calls toto “wolff”, but toto never really calls christian “horner” because he’s too attached and in love and he can’t separate the two, not even for a joke :)

#christian/toto #christian horner #toto wolff #seven years

[because-she-goes]

the garden

warnings: some swearing & angry nora. Enjoy!

Nora walked out of the grey, new york sky scraper and was immediately hit by the chill in the air, but blinded by the sun. A freezing cold March morning in Manhattan. However, Nora was acting like it was August. Positively beaming and walking down the busy sidewalk with a bounce in her step, she couldn’t wait to call Matty with the news. Nora, being the incredible woman she is, had just sold one of her more intricate pieces to a buyer from The Whitney Museum for just under $85,000. An absolutely ridiculous number for Nora to wrap her head around, but a minuscule number in comparison to the art world where her colleagues have sold pieces for $30 million before even having their morning coffee.

The Whitney being a place Nora has revered for years, making it a life-goal in college to have a piece in their modern art section one day. A true pinch me moment. The piece she had sold was quite bold and brash, which the buyer liked about it - needing something to stick out among their hundreds of dazzling works. She had painted it after Matty had told her about the band being invited to play SNL. She had been inspired by the longevity of the television program and the art it produced, New York and artists like Rothko, Pollack, Kline. Remembering her teachers using the term “Abstract Expressionism” to describe what she was going for. However, she remembered halfway through that abstract expressionism was more 50s-60s than the time period she was interested in. Leaning more into postmodernism (a word she taught Matty), she looked to the works of Baldessari where dots were placed on people’s face in photographs. She took the idea of the dots and ran with it, using her thickest brush and dipping it into contrasting colors, she placed huge dots in sections of the piece - covering some spots and leaving others blank or revealing the splatters underneath. An ode to the New York art scene with a dash of California. It had taken her weeks to figure everything out and research it all.

The work had been sitting in her studio, waiting to find a home for months. At this point, she was just waiting for the wire transfer to go through and be confirmed by her bank - then she’d celebrate and officially tell Matty the news, not wanting to get ahead of herself incase the deal fell through. Walking down W 15th and turning onto 10th, she makes her way to the Starbucks Reserve to get an 11am pick me up, she orders the hazelnut latte and gets Matty one of their specials, a whiskey-barrel aged coldbrew. Taking the two coffees to go and hailing a cab, she makes her way back uptown to her apartment in Hell’s Kitchen. One of the greatest financial decisions she has ever made was taking the money from her first sale and putting it towards buying a New York apartment back in 2016, before the price for everything sky rocketed. Not having to worry about rent anymore was a blessing in and of itself.

Swiping in to her building and saying hi to her doorman Bennie, she makes her way up to her home. Opening the door, she sees Matty at their kitchen table with his headphones blaring a demo George had sent him, she remembers that at this point its 6pm in London. Kissing the crown of his head and handing him the cold brew, she goes to check her bank account not expecting anything just yet. To her shock, there it is already. Talk about a new york minute! She excitedly runs out to Matty and rips the headphones off his head like a child wanting their parent’s attention immediately.

“Hey, I was working on something?-“

“And now you’re not! Guess what, baby!”

“What?” He asks almost begrudgingly.

“I sold that painting today! The SNL one I made way back in December is going to the Whitney, they just wired me the money!!” She is practically screaming at this point, not caring which of her neighbors hear her.

“Wait, baby you did? Oh my god thats fantastic, Muffin! I am so proud of you!” Exclaiming as he remembers when he first heard about her art from Adam at a party. He had shown up late to Carly’s birthday party after going out for drinks with Nora. Adam jokingly asked if he was on a date, Matty proudly said yes. Carly and Adam asked for her name and they nearly dropped dead when he said it. Adam had been a massive fan of Nora’s since way before she met Matty, astonished he was able to land someone like her - someone who may as well be his twin they were so alike.

“Thank You, Handsome! And guess what team is in town…”

“Oh brother, not the Knicks and Lakers again…”

“You are too good sometimes, ya know that?”

“Unfortunately.” He remarks blandly, he hates basketball. He never understood what was so interesting about guys running up and down a court putting a ball in a hoop, but he watched the Knicks since Nora loved them. She could rattle off any piece of their history without even hesitating. She had been to the garden more times than Matty could even count. Her father is a huge Knicks fan and when he found out he was having a daughter, he put a little pink Knicks ball in her nursery.

Quickly saving half her earnings and setting it aside before she forgot, she logged into her MSG account and got her usual. Floor seats, next to the home bench, in the corner. Best seats in the house. Matty still looking like someone had spilled hot soup on him, Nora decides to cheer him up a bit. She has a single connection at the garden and knows that Matty has always wanted to go in through the VIP entrance, not the performers one or the general admission lines. 5 hours until tip off, plenty of time to text Marco and see what strings he could pull.

“Baby, I’m gonna shower….” she says over her shoulder while walking to their en suite bathroom.

At that, Matty’s mood is totally turned around and the man is falling over himself to get to her before she shuts the door. “Right behind you, gorgeous!”

— 2 hours later —

In her Brunson jersey and a pair of Matty’s baggy jeans, she steps out of their bedroom. Taking a last look at her makeup, she applies a final coat of mascara and a swoosh of blush. Checking her teeth for lipstick and deciding she is ok, she waits for Matty.

In his Randle jersey she bought for him last year and sweatpants, he steps out. Fixing his hair and spraying on the cologne Nora loves. Lavender, mint and a little hint of smoke fills the air around him. She inhales and sighs, relaxing at just his scent.

“Ready to go, Handsome?” She asks, grabbing their house keys, her wallet and phone from the tray at the door.

“I guess, do you want me to drive?”

“Sure.” They walk down to the parking deck hand in hand, her body buzzing like a live wire with anticipation of tip off.

She gets a text from Marco, “All set, Boss. Just wave your ID when you get there and I’ll walk you guys in.” She sends back the little smile emoji.

New York was surprisingly pretty empty tonight, everyone must be home watching she thinks. Matty pulls up the artists entrance without issue.

“Keep going, we are going a different way.” She instructs, pointing towards the next entrance by the corner - more secluded and less opportunity for paparazzi to get their picture.

“What have you done now, Gorgeous?”

“Me? Oh nothing, just nothing at all!” She can’t even look him in the eye, he’d know whats going on right away.

He pulls into the private area and shows security his and Nora’s ID, both having to provide birth date confirmation.

“April the 8th, 1989”

“June 16th, 1992”

They get the okay to enter, see Marco and they’re escorted up to the floor seats. Matty looking like a child seeing Disney for the first time. This entrance has a full bar, private club and even a small portrait gallery of all the celebrities who have been to the garden over the decades.

Tip off and the first quarter happens before Matty can even process everything. Nora however is on her feet, yelling and berating the Knicks bench to get a move on and “pass the damn ball!” He laughs, how could someone so sweet and unassuming as her be the person in front of him - geminis man! He shakes his head lightly.

Half time is a blur and before they can even scarf down their hot dogs and fries, it is the 4th quarter. Knicks are up by 5 with 6 minutes left. Matty and Nora now both being the most obnoxious ridiculous sports fans in the building, yelling and high-fiving people around them whenever another point is scored. Nora can’t believe the sight before her, thee Matty Healy yelling at RJ Barrett to get his shit together while his mouth is full of concession stand food and cracker jack. She has never loved him more, she thinks.

4 minutes left, tie game. They are fuming. Nora is practically in a trance watching the game, refusing to acknowledge anyone around her. Matty not even paying attention to the score, just fully enjoying seeing her so worked up over a silly basketball game.

He then gets an idea….

“Hey Sunflower… I’m a little thirsty. Do you mind grabbing me a Fanta?” He yells in her direction, eyes still glued to the game.

“What? Now? Theres not even 5 minutes left, Handsome, this’ll be over any second!” She promises, trying to appease him and get him to just be patient.

“Yeah, I want one before they close - for the ride home ya know? My throat feels like razors from all the salty food you Americans eat!”

“Oh for fucks sake, Matty! Fine, I’ll go!” Running up the stairs as quick as she can and bolting to the concession stand closest to her spot.

“One Fanta, ASAP pronto hurry!” She rushes out to the poor teenager working. Eyes watching the monitor above him.

Randle hits a 3, the Knicks up again!

She rejoices, still waiting impatiently for the damn soda. I mean my god how long does it take to hold a squirt gun to a cup!!

“That’ll be $2.75 ma’am…” the teenager turns back around to her holding the precious soda. She throws a $5 at the kid and sprints back to Matty.

“Here you go, honey!” She shoves it towards him. He takes one sip, looks at her and says one of the most enraging things she has ever heard…

“It’s Diet! Who orders a diet Fanta, this is vile holy shit!” He proclaims.

Smoke comes out of her ears. She grabs the cup roughly and marches back to the kid.

“Fucking diet Fanta, you moron! Who would want a diet Fanta!!” The poor kid looks at her and shrugs, grabbing another cup and different squirt gun filling the vessel with soda at a snail’s pace.

Nora checks the monitor again. 1 minute left. Tied. Brunson steals, goes towards the basket and just as he scores, the kid hands her the new soda. Forgetting to pay she turns to the seats and out rushes the crowd hooting and hollering. Defeated, she her shoulders and head drop. She sees Matty emerge, hands him the soda and they go back to the car in complete, deafening silence.

Trying to get back into her good graces, he pulls out a stuffed Knicks bear from behind him. It is adorable, impossibly cute. Softening, Nora wipes a tear inching down her cheek at his thoughtfulness and wraps her arms around his neck. Holding him tightly to her and never wanting to let go.

“Congratulations on the sale again, baby. Tomorrow we celebrate for real… fancy dinner, shopping, art museum the whole nine yards. Pulling out all the stops for you, my little artiste!” He says into her ear, voice dripping in pride.

She kisses his cheek in agreement and thanks, settling back in her seat with a rosy flush to her cheeks. Holding onto the bear, she doesn’t imagine another place where she’d rather be than with Matty celebrating.

#drew’s writing :) #matty x nora #matty healy fluff #god i love nora #im sleep deprived so excuse any typos #the 1975 #matty healy #Spotify #babys first 2K! #longest one yet :) #really proud of how this turned out #the song screams NYC and nora to me #like idk something about it is just perfect #an encounter

[traumabuddies]

hiii what about 6, 10, 28 and 41 mwah

hi baby MWAH<3

6. What are you excited for?

right this second my 5sos show!!!! it's so soon!!!

10. What is the last beverage you had?

I had wild berries tea after lunch!

28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?

this

guesses on who said that to me

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

I have literally zero idea. Cupcakes aren't really a thing here unless you go to specific places so. i feel like i remember my friend making some for her birthday a few years ago??? rip kdfhbjdf

but i had a muffin for desert at lunch today (it was really good)

make me admit stuff cause i'm bored

#ask #monse #ask games #now i want a cupcake #even if the icing would make me sick kdhfbjhdg