#sparkly space stairs

[muwapsturniolo]

✯FreshLove for the fit PT4 ✯

pt1 pt2 pt3 mww1 mww2 mww3 mww4

summary: Chris joins his girlfriend while streaming.

warnings: NSFW CONTENT. making out, fingering, pussy slapping, facial slapping, oral (m receiving), sex. dom! Chris, vibrator, live streaming. if I forgot anything let me know.

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Chris grunts as Y/n tries to get off his lap, using his hands to keep her in place. The two were in her living room on the couch, making out for what felt like hours. They have been dating for a few months now, keeping their relationship a secret from socials and certain friends.

"Chris, I told you I can't be with you all day, I have to work."

Work, aka streaming.

Chris isn't oblivious to her line of work, that's how they met and started dating. He didn't care about it, in fact he loved it. He would occasionally watch her streams, getting off to her moans and the way her body moved.

"Go do your stream then, I'll wait right here."

Y/n huffs at his stubbornness. She wasn't embarrassed or ashamed of her job, she loved it, but she was all about respect. She didn't want to make Chris uncomfortable in any way shape or form. She raised her prices for personal sessions, she only streamed at night, and she made it clear to Chris to tell her if he started getting uncomfortable.

"Chris... I'm not leaving you in my living room while I stream." He shrugs and starts rubbing small circles on her hips, looking over her body. She was wearing one of his shirts that she cropped herself, underboob showing. She had on the tiniest pair of shorts, the orange material leaving little to imagine.

"Well I want to spend time with you, I have the next two days free and I told you I was spending them with you." He begins to kiss along her neck, her hair tickling his face slightly. She cranes her head to the side, giving him more space to leave the incoming hickies.

She doesn't want this to stop, if she could ditch this stream, she would in a heartbeat, but she knew she needed to do her job. Suddenly, an idea, a bold one, pops into her head.

"You wanna watch?"

Chris stops kissing at her neck, pulling away to get a good look at her. "What do you mean? like on my phone?"

She moves off his lap, walking towards the stairs. "No, I mean in person."

"You'll let me?'' She notices the glimmer in his eye and says nothing, ascending up the stairs. Chris flies off the couch, racing up the stairs to reach her. She's standing in front of a door Chris has eyed multiple times.

Every time he came over, the door was locked, the key never to be found. She unlocks the door and walks inside, Chris following close behind her.

He recognizes the room immediately, it's her streaming room. his heart begins to race as he looks around.

Y/n moves around the room, getting everything set up for the long stream ahead of her. After a few minutes, she walks over to Chris and pushes him down in a chair that's out of view from the camera. "Sit here and don't move. Don't even make a noise," she demands. Chris smirks, sinking down further into the chair, "Yes ma'am." She rolls her eyes and walks over to the bed, yelping when Chris lands a firm smack on her ass. She turns and gives him a dirty look which he just smiles at. She huffs and hops into the endless amounts of pillows.

She grabs the sparkly keyboard and taps away, loading up the stream. He watches as the monitor lights up and comments roll in.

"Hi everyone," he notices her voice is softer, much like the first time they talked. Her eyes scan the monitor, soft giggles escaping her mouth. "The hickies?" She eyes Chris before looking back at the camera.

"I have a special guest with me today, he won't be participating but he's watching." She pushes the keyboard away and swaps it out for a pillow, purposely hugging it close so her boobs are pushed up.

The stream continues, her chatting with the viewers about random things, talking about her day, etc. "You want me to take my shirt off?" she hums and begins to fiddle with the orange Freshlove shirt. "You guys know the rules"

Like clockwork, her phone blows up with multiple payment notifications. Chris is shocked seeing the payments roll in, he knew she got paid, but not this much.

She lets go of the pillow and slowly takes her shirt off, her boobs rippling slightly. Chris sucks in a sharp breath, adjusting his hips.

Chris is hard, painfully hard.

His girlfriend is sitting a few feet away from him, naked, and teasing both him and the audience, yet he can't do anything about it. Every once in a while she would tweak her nipples, talk about a new vibrator she bought, and even going as far as opening her legs slightly, showing the slick covering her folds, all while eyeing Chris deviously.

This was torture.

"I want to play now, you guys are no fun." She bats her lashes, pouting at the camera. She suddenly grabs a vibrator from the side of the bed and smiles. She turns it on and trails it over her body, teasing herself and the stream. She eyes Chris once again before turning back to the screen, "I think I'm going to be nice today."

She leans back, propping her legs up and showing off her glistening cunt. She puts the vibrator on her clit and immediately throws her head back in relief. She had a bunch of pent-up tension from her and Chris previously making out, and now it's being handled.

He sucks in a sharp breath as he watches her play with herself. Of course he's seen her masturbate through a phone, but seeing it in person is a different type of feeling. His hand slips into his sweats, stroking his aching member in an attempt to relieve the pain. He bites his lip, suppressing the groan wanting to spill out of his mouth, his hand moving faster.

His dick is throbbing at this point, leaking precum and pulsing under his touch. he watches with hungry eyes as his girl shows off in front of the camera.

"Mmf fuck!" She moans throwing her head back and grinding against the vibrator.

He can't handle it.

"fuck it"

He jumps up and rushes over to the bed, wrapping his hand around her throat and yanking her into a lustful kiss. She's in shock but doesn't fight it, both of them forgetting they are on a live stream. "You're working me baby, having me sit there and watch you play with yourself like a little whore." He growls as he pulls away from her. He removes his hand from her neck and grabs ahold of her hair, slapping her firmly. She whimpers but doesn't back out, "You gonna make it up to me?" She nods eagerly, always excited to please him. He grins at her, shoving her face in his crotch, "Go ahead ma, make it up to me."

Her hands move quickly, pulling his sweats and boxers down. His dick springs up, slapping his stomach, aching to be engulfed in her warm mouth. She grabs it by the base, slowly stroking it as she rubs the tip against her puckered lips. His precum glossing the soft pillows.

Chris yanks her hair harder than the first time, slapping her once again and starting to brutally fuck her mouth., "Stop fucking playing with me." She gags and chokes around him, tears running down her face and mixing in with the spit pooling out her mouth, mixing with the spit bubbles.

The chat goes wild seeing their favorite cam girl getting throat fucked by her boyfriend. They haven't seen her collaborate with an actual guy in so long, they were feining for it. They were sending in payments like crazy, her phone constantly buzzing.

She tries to slow him down, but it's no use. He goes even harder, making it a mission to bruise her throat.

"Come on, be a good girl and take it. I know you can." He pants as he feels himself getting close. He stalls in her throat, letting out deep and raspy groans as his hot seed spills into her throat. She looks up at him through salty tears, her body lurching due to her gag reflex. He pulls out of her throat, giving her no time to breathe, before he pulls her into a hungry kiss, not caring about his own cum being pushed into his mouth.

He pushes her back harshly, settling down behind her. He slaps her pussy a few times making her whimper and whine. He stops and runs his fingers through her folds, gathering her slick, "Look at you, making a mess and I haven't even fucked you yet."

He slaps her pussy once again making her close her legs, "Keep 'em fucking open. You want to show off like a whore, I'll treat you like one." He pushes her legs open, grabbing the vibrator that was discarded on the side of the bed. He turns it on and presses it on her clit, making her throw her head back onto his shoulder. He snakes his other arm around her front and sinks his fingers deep into her cunt.

Her back arches against his, her eyes fluttering shut. "You love this, don't you? You love being treated like a whore?" He grunts in her ear, his fingers moving faster.

"Answer me Ma, you like being my whore?" The lewd squelching noises and vibrations fill the room. "Fucckk! I love being you whore!" she answers, her hips chasing both the vibrations and his fingers. He hums and kisses along her neck, still driving his fingers in and out of her.

He turns the vibrator up by two settings, watching as her legs begin to shake, her toes curling.

"Oh fuck Chris!" She looks down and watches his fingers pump in and out of her, the cream pooling on the slender digits.

She feels herself getting close, dangerously close. She tries to pull it away but Chris stops her, holding her body and the vibrator in place. "Come on baby, don't be so shy. Show them what you do," he whispers in her ear, urging her to show her viewers his favorite action of hers.

She has never shown her stream that she could squirt, keeping it a secret, and now she's being forced to. He curls his fingers and that's the breaking point. She lets out a mix of a moan and a scream. Chris pulls the vibrator away, using his fingers that were once pumping in and out of her to swipe back and forth across her clit, aiding in pushing the liquid out. Her hips lift off the bed as her juices splash in front of them, landing on the pink blankets and monitor.

The chat blows up seeing her squirt for the first time, urging Chris to keep giving them a show of a lifetime.

He pulls his hand away, shoving his soaked fingers into her mouth. She gags but proceeds to lick his fingers clean, knowing their routine like the back of her hand. "good girl," he says pulling his fingers away from her mouth.

She has no time to recover due to Chris pushing her down face-first into the mattress. He lifts her waist, positioning her exactly how he wants her. Without warning, he slips inside of her. Her velvety walls suck him up just right, taking him in with no problem. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, her body jolting with each harsh thrust Chris throws at her.

She tries to pull away from him, everything becoming too intense. "Don't run from me, you know I hate it." He grabs her waist and yanks her back, going even deeper and faster. "fuck fuck fuck I ca-" she reaches back and tries to push him away, angering him even more. He grabs her arm and holds it against her back, using it as an anchor to drive his body into hers. Her body falls onto the bed, Chris now lying on top of her, plowing relentlessly. He wraps his hand around her throat, forcing her head up. He smiles seeing the tears running down her face, "Aww, is it too much for you?" He taunts as he switches his pace, opting for slow and hard thrusts that would knock the wind out of her lungs. She's unable to speak, only being able to make a noise. He wraps his arm around her neck, squeezing slightly and watching as she goes cross-eyed, drool beginning to run out of her mouth.

With the deep thrusts that were already knocking the air from her lungs, and her oxygen supply being cut off, she's over the moon. She looks into the camera, giving a wide and fucked out smile that shows she's loving every second of it.

"You can handle it, I know you can. Be a good girl and cum for me." He whispers in her ear, still pounding his hips into her. Her eyes roll back as her body convulsed under him, reaching her high once again. He groans feeling her walls clamp down on him, begging him to stay inside her. He kisses her shoulder blade as he pulls out, a popping noise being heard. He flips her onto her back, grabbing her jaw harshly, "You gonna give me one more?" The girl is so fucked out and delirious, she doesn't answer.

He gives her a swift slap to the face that makes her moan. He smirks and lets go of her jaw, pushing her legs to her chest and slipping back inside of her with ease. Her back arches off the bed, a wheezing noise being heard from her. He wastes no time and ruthlessly pounds into her, enjoying the way she mumbles incoherently.

The creamy residue sits at the base of his dick, some of it flying and landing on the back of her thighs and his abdomen from the thrusts. He could never get tired of the sight, it was something about visually seeing their pleasure that drove him to keep going.

Y/n feels like she's about to pass out. Of course she has done streams where she has gotten fucked or overstimulated herself, but not like this. She usually had time to cool down so her stamina didn't run out, but with Chris it was different, and she loved it. chris was always ready to pleasure her back to back, pushing her to her limits, and leaving her shaking, fucked out, and pleading for more.

Chris feels his second high of the night approaching. In reality, it's been there the whole time but he refused to let go until Y/n was damn near passed out underneath him. He hooks his arms under her legs, going underneath her, and lifts her off the bed, beginning to jackhammer.

She lets out a scream, this new angle making her see stars, her sobs and moans bouncing off of the room. Chris has never fucked her while standing up, hell she was never fucked in this position in general. "Almost there, just a few more," he encourages as he drops her to the bed, pushing her legs to the side of her head, his pelvis meeting hers.

Their bodies bounce up and down on the bed, his dick reaching the deepest it could go, even hitting her cervix at times. She's holding on to his back, raking her acrylic nails down the soft skin.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" She finally finds her voice to speak the four words. "Come on baby, I'm right there."

He rubs circles on her clit, driving her to her high. Her back arches off the bed, her body shaking as if an exorcism was being performed. Chris stalls his hips deep inside of her, painting her walls a milky white as he groans in her ear.

Y/n lays there, holding Chris with closed eyes and panting. Chris turns and looks at the monitor, reading a few comments as he comes down from his high.

"Isn't that Chris Sturniolo?"

That comment makes him freeze, his actions suddenly hitting him. He quickly stands up from the bed, pulling out of Y/n harshly. She whimpers from the sudden movement, her body sore and tired.

Chris quickly pulls on his boxers, darting toward her computer in the corner. His eyes dart across the screen, looking for the end button. He finds it and abruptly ends the stream, his heart pounding

He turns hearing Y/n whine. He walks over to her and picks her up, carrying her out of the room, and to her own bathroom.

"Let's get you cleaned up ok?" He mumbles looking down at her. She hums, allowing him to set her down on her bed.

As he runs the bathwater for Y/n, he only has one thought going through his head.

"I fucked up."

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I'M SO SORRY THIS FIC TOOK 40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS TO BE PUT OUT😭 I JUST HAVE BAD WRITERS BLOCK WHEN IT COMES TO THIS FIC SPECIFICALLY!!! BUT THIS SERIES IS MY BABY CUZ I FEEL LIKE IT WAS THE ONE YALL ATE UP WHEN I FIRST STARTED POSTING SO I HAD TO BRING IT UP FOR THE ONE TIME!!!

THIS IS (finally) THE END OF MUWAP WEEK!!! THANK YOU FOR TUNNING IN!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!!!

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[jnnul]

[9:12 a.m.]

gif creds: @jaeyxns

PAIRING ▸ husband!jay park x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ fluff, domestic love, husband!au, parents!au, a snippet of what i think jay's life would look like in like 15 years

WARNINGS ▸ mentions of (past/others') pregnancy, uhh i think that's it

WORD COUNT ▸ 1k words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ nothing super big but i was writing something else and then suddenly i was writing husband!jay. not sure either <3

"good morning, my love," your husband says from behind you, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple as he goes about fixing himself a mug of coffee.

"good morning, jay," you say with a smile, flipping the omelette in the pan to ensure both sides were well done before then flipping it into the plate next to the stove.

"when did you get home last night? ria, danny, and i missed you," jay says, taking a seat at the barstool at the counter so that he could be in the same space as you.

you turn to him, only to see him already staring at you as though you had hung the sun itself in the sky. you smile, sliding the plate over so that he could start eating before your rowdy children could come and fight their father for breakfast.

"i think around midnight. i'm sorry i had to miss barbie night," you say with a pout, focused on cracking the next egg in the pan carefully.

"oh don't worry about it. is your friend alright?" jay asks, getting out of his seat to grab the bottle of ketchup from the fridge. you nod absentmindedly, mentally trying to track the number of eggs you needed to feed your hungry little monsters (who were still sound asleep) and yourself and jay.

"yeah. in fact, it turns out that she's pregnant!" you exclaim, and jay can't help but smile at the excitement in your voice. "it would explain the sudden flu-like symptoms."

jay offers you a bite of his omelette as you rush around the kitchen. you accept it happily, giving him a thumbs up as you hurry to flip the next omelette.

"i had a feeling from a couple of weeks ago, honestly. i just didn't want to say anything in case it wasn't something that her and her boyfriend wanted," you explain and jay nods in agreement.

"especially since he's in the army. it's a tough decision. i mean we were married for two years before we even thought of danny," jay says and you smile, nostalgia filling the air.

"do you ever miss that? the honeymoon phases and all of the romantic stuff that we used to do before the kids?" you ask, strangely nervous about jay's answer.

jay ponders for a moment before shaking his head no, finishing off the last of his omelette cleanly.

"no. i mean our life might be a lot less 'romantic' and a lot more chaotic because of ria and danny but there's no place i'd rather be than with my kids and my beautiful, smart, and amazing wife," jay says, getting up to accept the next omelette. he sets down his now refilled plate, wrapping his arms around your waist and rocking the two of you side to side.

"i know. honestly, our teenage years were nice. what, with the sneaking out of the house and the awkward prom pictures and everything but this is perfect. barbie nights and spending time with my perfect husband and my little angels?" you sigh, contended, as jay hums and rests his chin on your shoulder.

"keep saying things like that and we're going to have to add to the list of angels running around the house," jay says, his voice deep and full of promise. you clear your throat, a sudden heat rushing up your spine, about to somehow refute his statement when you hear the telltale signs of little feet padding down the stairs and you just barely manage to push jay off of you in time for danny and ria to come down the stairs.

"mama! dad! i'm hungry! i already brushed my teeth! ria didn't so she's stinky stinky but my teeth are sparkly," danny says, rushing up to jay to show off his pearly white teeth.

ria whines in protest, clamoring with all of her five year old might to show her father her clean teeth as well. "daddy, dandan's lying! i brushed my teeth! even all the way in the back!"

"baby, i believe you but remember what i told you? that dandan's gotta watch you brush your teeth just to make sure you're doing it right?" jay says gently, lifting his daughter up to press a kiss to her cheek, laughing when his nine year old son pouts and rushes to your side instead.

"mama, why doesn't dad say 'good job' even though i brushed my teeth?" danny says, fisting your skirt with a heartbroken tone that tugs at your heartstrings and you turn around to fix jay with a glare.

"dandan, good job buddy! i'm so proud of you! in fact, i'm so proud of you that i want you to have the first omelette," jay says, conceding his omelette to danny and ruffling his hair.

your son is easily appeased by the affections of his father and takes his seat at the counter to eat happily and jay gives you a coy wink before pressing another kiss to your forehead.

"let me take my princess to brush her teeth - again," jay adds on at the end when he sees the protest bubbling up in ria's eyes. "you make sure my buddy gets to eat as many omelettes as he wants, okay?"

"daddy! be nice to mommy! you have to say please!" ria scolds jay, pointing her little finger in her father's face.

"yeah! dad, remember a gentleman always says please and thank you to his lady," danny says with a mouthful of omelette and you abandon your post to scoop up your son in a loving embrace.

"oh my god, he's growing up! you used to teach him how to read and now he's telling you how to be a gentleman; soon enough, he'll be telling that to his own kids," you cry out and jay rolls his eyes playfully.

"oh ew! mama, no thanks," danny says, crinkling his nose and making such a funny expression that you and jay can't help but laughing, causing danny and ria to laugh as well.

and your heart is so full. so full because this isn't just today's antics but the beautiful reality you get to experience for the rest of your life.

everything is perfect.

#jnnul #enhypen #enhypen soft hours #jay soft hours #jay soft thoughts #enhypen imagines #jay imagines #jay park #jay park fluff #jay park x reader #enhypen x reader

[empressgraytea]

“Why does Teddy wear dresses?”

(Word count 584)

Regulus was sitting on the couch with his feet in James’s lap, a worn book in his hands. He heard the pitter patter of little feet down the stairs mixed with the pitter patter of the rain. Harry didn’t come closer though. Regulus knew sometimes when he had something on his mind, he tended to be more shy, unlike the normal energetic little six year old he loved. James and Regulus made eye contact, both knowing they could wait and Harry would come when he was ready. Regulus flipped through a few more pages before the pitter patter got louder.

“Papa?” he heard a little voice hesitantly ask. “Hey Mon Chérie, what’s up?” Regulus asked as Harry came around the. “Do you know that today Teddy wore a dress? And I know that Mrs. Loveheart told us that boys can wear dresses too but Teddy was wearing shoes with a little bit of a block underneath his foot and he was wearing sparkly glitter on his eyes and yesterday he was wearing a pair of shorts and a Cars shirt and-” “Mon ange slow down sweetheart” Regulus interrupted Harry and reached out a hand to rub his back, soothing his anxious ramble.

“Papa is Teddy a boy or a girl?” Harry finally asked, getting out what was eating away at him inside. Regulus took a deep breath and made eye contact with James, before moving his legs off of James’s lap and patting the space on the couch he made for Harry. Regulus looped his arm around Harry’s shoulder so Harry could snuggle into his chest. “Remember how your Dadda and I have told you that when I was a little kiddo just like you I realized that I was born into the body of a girl but I really felt like a boy?” Regulus asked as Harry nodded his head. “Well, Teddy is genderfluid. That means Teddy was born into a boy’s body, but sometimes doesn’t feel like a boy. Some days Teddy feels like a girl, some days Teddy feels like a boy, and some days Teddy doesn’t feel like a boy or girl at all. Does that make sense?” Harry nodded, and then asked “But how do I know when Teddy is a boy or a girl?”

Regulus responded with, “Well I like it when you say I love Papa, he is the best. Not “she” or “they.” But, Teddy’s preference for how you talk about them depends on the day, so you can just ask them when you see them. Does that make sense?” Harry nodded and then climbed out of Regulus’s lap, grabbing his hand and looking at James saying, “Yeah it’s just like how he can change his hair with his feelings. Can we get some ice cream now?” James met Regulus’s eyes and they shared a giggle that they both turned into a cough before saying, “Sure kiddo, go get some shoes and then we can go.”

Mon Cherie-my dear

Mon ange-my angel

Thank you to @my-castles-crumbling for looking this over!

#jegulus as parents #jegulus raising harry #married jegulus #jegulus #trans regulus #harry potter #wolfstar raising teddy #wolfstar

[ssturniolo]

Chris meeting your family for the first time and he loves playing with your younger sisters and cousins?? Plss

Tea-time

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Chris x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - after being nervous to meet the fam, Chris realizes its easier than he thought.

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - foul language, I think that’s it

Glancing over to the passenger seat of her car, y/n examines Chris’s nervous features. “It’s ok Chris, my parents are gonna love you” she says, refocusing her attention on the road.

Looking up at her, Chris let’s out a nervous laugh. “I’m not worried about your parents, it’s the little ones that are scaring me” he says, running a hand through his unruly hair.

“Oh come on, they’ll love you too” y/n reassures him, stretching one of her hands across the center counsel, to rest on Chris’s constantly moving one’s. Knowing that Chris plays with his fingers when he’s nervous, y/ns eyes soften.

“I pinky promise” she says quietly, holding her pinky in the air, waiting for Chris to link his.

Slowly, a smile forms across Chris’s lips as he raises his pinky to interlock with hers. “Ok, but if they don’t, I’m actually gonna kill you” he jokes, grabbing ahold of her hand as her house comes into view.

“Home sweet home” she whispers to no one in particular walking up to the door, pausing before leading Chris into her childhood home.

After introducing Chris to her parents, and non-immediate family members, y/n notices her little sister peeking from around the corner. Bending down, y/n calls for her sister knowing her little cousin couldn’t be too far behind. The two giggling girls run up to y/n, tackling her in a hug.

“This is my boyfriend Chris!” She says cheerily, as Chris awkwardly waves.

After a moment of silence, her little cousin grabs ahold of Chris’s hand, leading him into the playroom, closely followed by her sister. Giggling, y/n tells Chris she’ll be back, before bringing all of their belongings up to her old room.

This is the first time y/n had been home in a long time, so she spent some time looking through her old stuff, being hit with waves of nostalgia.

Remembering she had left Chris alone with the two little ones, y/n ran down the stairs stopping outside the playroom door.

She looked in, only to find Chris sitting in a very small chair at her sisters tea table. He was dressed in a pink tutu, with a glimmering silver tiara atop his head. Holding a plastic teacup in his hand, he conversed with the two girls, also dressed up like princesses.

Y/n’s little sister noticing her at the door, she ran over, a huge smile plastered to her face. “Look, look y/n! It’s princess Chrissy!” She squealed, leading y/n to the table by the hand. Now being close to Chris, y/n could see the pink, sparkly blush, poorly applied to his cheeks and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh my god, this shits funny” y/n said, pulling out her phone to snap a picture of her newly glammed boyfriend.

“Excuse me ma’am, but we don’t use that kind of language during tea-time” Chris replied, taking an imaginary sip out of the plastic tea-cup. The two girls burst into a fit of giggles, rolling around on the floor.

Laughing, y/n crawled over to Chris wrapping her arms around his neck. “I told you they’d love you” she whispered into his ear.

“What can I say, I’m good with kids” he replied, that goofy grin she loves so much spreading across his face.

“Of course you are love” she says, walking over to the costume bin to get rightly accessorized.

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100 followers? That’s crazy! I write to clear my mind, and it’s always been a safe space for me, so to think people actually enjoy my stories is amazing. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed, please send more requests I’m out! (Also happy birthday to the sturniolos again lol)

XOXO - Zoe

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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [38]

chapter thirty-eight, act five: the ballad of me and my brain

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June 3rd 2017

The little sparkly silver birthday hat sits crooked on Tommie’s head, her freshly cut short hair in a mess and her bangs are fluffed out of control. There’s silver sparkles on her forehead, catching the light alongside the beads of sweat on her forehead.

She’s wearing her beat up skeleton cowboy boots, a pair of shorts and a new sparkly waistcoat George got her for her birthday. 

Her cheeks are flushed but her tipsy smile drops when the door finally swings open, “Matt?”

“Finally!” He complains, pushing his way into the house Adam had rented in Ohio for her birthday, where her surprise birthday party was being held, “Where’s Adam?”

“Um, kitchen, I think….”

He nods, not saying much else, her eyes focus on the burnt out joint he’d dropped and she steps on it quickly before following him inside.

“You’re late.” Carly says, back of her hand hitting Matty’s shoulder as he grabs a glass to fill it with water, tipping it all down himself as he starts downing it. His white 

“Late to what,” He looks around leaning against the kitchen counter, “Why’s there so many people in the house right now?”

Carly steps back, then she reaches forward, hand grasping his chin as she opens up his eyes, “Are you high right now?”

“Just on weed.”

She shakes her head and pushes him to the side, “Are you serious?”

“It’s just weed, Carly, calm down. Where’s Adam?”

“Upstairs, I think, getting Tommie’s bir-”

“Great, cheers.” He says before heading for the stairs, almost hitting Tommie over as he passes her.

She leans back so he can pass, brows raised as she meets Carly in the kitchen, “What’s he doing here?”

She crosses her arms and looks back at the door as Carly sighs slowly, “He was supposed to be here hours ago.”

Her head snaps to Carly, her hat falling off her head, being caught by the string which makes it hand around her neck, “You invited him?”

Carly reaches out to fix the hat, brushing her bangs down and then fixing her hair, “Adam invited him. Like two weeks ago ‘cause he was moping around.”

Tommie picks at the skin on her fingernails and sighs, she leans back against the counter with her arms crossed, staring into space and hoping Matty will stay away from her.

The past few months since the Brits have been hell, touring around but feeling completely alone. Of course she had the guys, but only Ross knew what had happened that night, and even he didn’t know everything.

Caleb has stayed away, they’ve been in the same room maybe once since it happened, Gabby had come to tour but she and Matty had gotten hotel rooms and travelled separately leaving the others on the bus.

That’s when Tommie felt like she could breathe again, one less person made the metal container much more bearable to be in.

And now, on this night dedicated to her- something she would’ve hated four years ago if it wasn’t for Matty building up her birthday tolerance- she’d felt the happiest she’d been in months, maybe even years.

With Carly following her around with extra drinks and Adam giving her a slice of pizza every time her hand was empty.

Even Button had been making her feel special by cleaning up her own toys (she didn’t want any of the strangers to steal them so she hid them in different places around the house).

There’s not too many people here, the band and their girlfriends, Jamie and his missus, Denise and Louis had flown over too, some tour helpers and a few other people. Phoebe had sent about ten thousand messages apologising that she couldn’t make it after receiving an invite from Adam.

There’s no Caleb, no Gabby. And until now there had been no Matty.

She sips from her drink again and Carly leans forward to adjust the party hat on her head when it starts slipping again, “Just ignore him, he’s come to see Adam, will probably leave after that.”

She nods with a quiet sigh but quickly smiles when Rome calls her over to ask about one of the presents she’d received. 

It’s much later when Matty returns, she hadn’t even realised he’d come back downstairs but a loud racket from the kitchen only she seems to hear has her coming face to face with him.

There’s around three or four smashed glasses on the floor, Matty’s left hand is cut to pieces but he doesn’t seem to mind as he continues to fix himself a drink.

“Matt?”

He looks up, eyes squinting as he leans towards her to see who it is better, “Oh, hey.”

“Oh, hey?”

“Hello, Thomas, such a fine night tisn’t it?”

She rolls her eyes at his sarcasm and leaves the kitchen to head for the bathroom upstairs where Adam had made very clear to everyone is the place he’d stored the first aid kit that they usually keep tucked away on the bus. He’d made the purchase a few shows back when George had cut his finger when trying to make dinner as the bus was moving.

When she returns he’s sipping from the glass and she shakes her head asking him to come with her, “Why?”

“Just… please?”

That’s all it takes, he’s following her into the quiet hallway, and down the little steps out to the porch.

He has many things on the tip of his tongue ready to say but keeps his mouth shut when she forces him to sit.

She sits beside him and wipes the blood from his palm carefully, he winces, the pain sobering him up as he takes his hand away from her.

“I need to get the glass out.”

“How’d that happen?” His brows are furrowed and he’s leaning against her to stay upright.

“I don’t know.”

He winces again and she pulls his hand a little more harshly, “Stop babying me.”

“Stop being a baby.”

He huffs and she holds his hand up when it’s all cleaned up, “I told Gabby I wouldn’t talk to you.”

“Gabby doesn’t want you to talk to me?”

“No, Gabby said we’re bandmates and we have to talk to work well. But I don’t want to talk to you.”

She slides away a little, turning her head to look forward, “Does Caleb let you speak to me?”

“I haven’t spoken to Caleb in four months.”

“You broke up?”

“No.”

“What happened?”

She sighs and shakes her head at him, “You’re all cleaned up, can go finish your drink now.”

“What happened?”

She just looks at him, the party hat crooked and tears in her eyes catching the light reaching them from the kitchen window, reflecting the sparkles on her hat, “Oh…”

She nods as he suddenly realises, but he stands and heads for the door, but she can’t help it. Can’t help asking, reaching out.

“Why, Matt? Why’d you have to ruin it for me?”

“You were miserable.” He shrugs.

“Did you think it would make me happy?” She scoffs, “This life I have now. I’m in some kind of- of limbo with my relationship. With Gabby, with you.”

He shrugs and scuffs his shoes against the pavement, “Exactly, you don’t think Matty, only think about yourself.”

“That’s not true-”

“Not true? Look what’s happened, you’re still with Gabby, still got the guys cause they don’t know what’s happened, you’re fine. I lost my boyfriend, my best friend, Gabby…”

He shrugs again and she shakes her head one of the tears finally falling, “I’m sorry.” He decides to say, not looking at her, he can’t look at her.

“For what?”

“That you’re in love with me.”

She raises a brow, but then they furrow. And if he’d just look at her he’d see that face he hates seeing. The one that shows her confusion and sadness at the same time, the one that has tears in her eyes and a frown on her lips. 

“Cause I’m not in love with you.” He tells her. “I can’t be in love with you now.” He clarifies.

She finds herself holding her breath as he stands, “Why not?”

“I- I can’t.”

She stands in front of him now, party hat long forgotten as she rips it from her head and clutches it in one hand. Giving her something to hold onto, something to hold her back. “Am I that bad? What’s wrong with me, Matty? What’s so wrong with me you can get it up but you can’t fall in love?”

He opens his mouth and then closes it.

It’s not that he’s not in love with her, it’s that he won’t let himself be in love with her.

Of course he’s in love with her, he always has been. But he’ll ruin her, he doesn’t want to ruin her. He wants to get it right, to be sober and love her every second, to spoil her and wake her up with a smile on her face. To have Allen and Button run around together in a garden of their own house, a house they’ll buy and move into together.

But they can’t have that.

He can’t give her the life he wants her to have, he knows Caleb won’t either, which is why he worked so hard to split them up. He’ll agree he went about it all wrong but he just wants her to find someone good, who can give her everything he wants to give her and more.

But at the same time he doesn’t want her to find that if it’s not with him. It’s why he worked so hard to sabotage her and Caleb’s relationship.

“Go back to the stupid party,” He tells her, “Find another friend of Adam’s to fall in love with.”

She stands, speaking before he disappears down the pathway, “Do you know what this stupid party’s for, Matt?”

He shrugs, kicking at the floor which causes him to lose his balance for a few seconds. He stumbles, and she clutches the party hat even tighter not to reach out and steady him. 

She’s tired of being the one to steady him. 

“It’s my birthday.”

He stays silent, still not looking at her, “Twenty-three today.”

Still he says nothing, so she goes on to fill the silence. It’s never silent between them. Usually it’s filled with their shared laughter, or calm breaths or skipped beats of the heart.

“You know, coincidentally, that’s the age you were when everything between us started going to shit.”

“Tom-”

“It’s the truth, we haven’t been us, Matty and Tommie, for a very long time. And- I’m tired of trying for us to be that way.”

“We’re fine, perfect….”

“We haven’t talked since February, Matt. We’ve been on tour for almost five months now, and haven't said a word to each other…”

“I fucked up, I know that-”

“Yeah, you did. We both did.” She admits, “But I can’t-” She shakes her head, “I don't like feeling this way.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll try harder-”

“That’s not what I’m saying, Ma-”

“Then what are you saying? I never know what you’re trying to say. So just say it. Outright, fucking say it.”

“I hate that I’m in love with you.”

The door behind them opens, Adam pops his head out, “More pizza’s here.”

She keeps staring at Matty, he looks back up at her, Adam doesn’t move.

“Happy Birthday, Baby.” He says simply.

She nods, watching him turn, hands shoved in his jacket pocket as he heads out into the street, head ducked to protect himself from the rain and disappears from their view.

She tosses the hat away from her and sits on the steps of the house, arms wrapped around herself as she watches the hat get washed away down the street in the rain.

Adam sighs, “Come on inside, it’s raining.”

She shakes her head, lighting a cigarette from in the pocket of her shorts and staring out into the street, “What’s going on?” Adam asks after he’s sat beside her on the greying steps.

She shakes her head but he nudges her, “Come on, put that big smile back on your face. I’ve missed it.”

“I’m lonely,” She says, arms wrapped around herself, a fresh cigarette in her mouth. Adam looks at the ashtray beside her, there’s fourteen cigarettes in there, and he hopes to God that it hasn’t been cleaned out for a few days. But they’ve only been here for a day, he hopes there’s a few other smokers here, but she and George are the only two that he's seen disappeared for a smoke tonight. 

“I can’t sleep.” She says again, taking a deeper drag,  “I think I’m depressed,” She tells him, “Or Autistic.”

“Oh, you’re definitely Autistic.” Adam says and she cracks a little smile as she looks down. “You can be both. Have you… talked to anyone about it?”

She shrugs, “Like who? Caleb?” She scoffs, “Haven't seen him since February, he’s avoiding me.”

“Why?”

“Cause he knows I’m going to break up with him,” She sighs, “Matty was right…”

“Wow, never thought I’d hear you of all people admit to Matthew Healy being right.”

She chuckles, but it turns into a weird strangled sob as her entire face contorts and she starts crying, leaning her head onto Adam’s shoulder.

“I hate him.” Adam’s not sure who she’s talking about, Matty or Caleb at this point.

“He- I hate him. Can’t stand him. He makes me hate myself… and he’s so… so American-” Caleb then, “And condescending, he has to correct the way I talk and makes me feel stupid around his friends, and I…”

“Break up with him then.”

“I can’t do it over the phone-”

“Email?”

She chuckles again, rubbing at her nose harshly, “I can’t do that. It would break me if it happened to me-”

“He knows that, that’s why he’s avoiding you.”

“You know, the end approached us before the beginning.” She says.

He readjusts his grip, pulling her back a bit so the rain won;t hit her legs, “Why did you start dating him?”

“He listened to me… and I don't know, I felt like it was a way to distract me I guess…”

“From what?” She breathes in, chest stuttering, she considers telling him. She thinks over how it will go, how she will say it, how he will react, their relationship once it’s revealed. 

‘I slept with Matty, the day before I saw Caleb… we fell out over it so I went on a date with him to get back at Matty, make him feel the way he made me feel.’

‘You slept with my best friend? Are you serious? What’s wrong with-’

“Life…”

He hums, “Not to make Matty jealous?”

She looks up at him slowly, “Why would I do that?”

He chuckles, “I’m not stupid, Tommie, or blind. I know everything-”

She turns to the door in realisation of her loose mouthed best friend, “Ross! I’m gonna kill him, he told you-”

“Everything.”

She winces, head ducking down as she closes her eyes, “Ads-”

He shrugs, “You can talk to me about that kind of stuff you know-” He is quick to jump in and correct himself, “Not sex stuff… Please don’t tell me about that.”

She giggles a little, sniffling with a nod, “Okay… not even about how he-”

He unravels his arms to plug his ears and she laughs again.

He grins at the fact he got her to smile again, he pulls her into his side, kissing the top of her head, “Break up with Caleb, focus on yourself, don’t worry about Matty or the band right now. Take time off if you need it-”

She shakes her head, “I’m not quitting the band.”

“It’s not quitting, more like taking a break. No one will know, we’ll say you’re ill or something.”

She shakes her head, “I’m not leaving, not taking a break. I’m fine.”

“Don’t push yourself.”

“It’s not a push, more of a slow drag.” She says which has him laughing again as he shakes her a little.

“Promise me if it gets too much you’ll just stop. Go home, have time to yourself. I’ll come with you if you need it.”

She nods, lifting her hand and they link pinky fingers, “I will, Ads, don’t worry.”

“I always worry.”

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[francissimon1]

"Give Me Some Space" - Steve Rogers

A/N: Hey, this is my first time writing on here! I hope to reach a lot of people who are interested in marvel via tumblr! If you have any requests on future stories, please message me (if you can) or leave a suggestion for the next one in the comments! Leading up to Christmas, I'll post for the 12 days of Christmas and give you different stories with the characters. So, let's get into it!

Y/N and Steve had been invited to a party by Tony just 'because'. Tony enjoyed having parties just for the sake of it. The last party, which was around 3 months ago, is where she met her current boyfriend, Steve. They both loved each other so dearly and cherished each day they had together as they both knew Steve's line of work was dangerous.

The night of the party came, Y/N was pretty nervous as there were some new additions to the team that she hadn't met yet.

"You ready yet, babe?" Steve shouted up the stairs "Yeah, gimme a sec!" "Come on, you've taken age-" he stopped mid sentence as he saw her. He smiled widely and sighed, "Holy shit," he paused, "You look.. great!" She laughs "I guess taking ages was worth it if I'm gonna get that reaction!"

He gently takes her hand and leads he to the car, opening the door for her.

"Oh what a gentleman!" she exclaims and laughs. "You know me!" he smiles

As you drive to the party, she sees the bustling vibrant night life beginning to come to life. Y/N had never really been out in New York since she moved here. She was a more stay in a quiet place type. Steve stops the car when they finally arrive at Tony's party and are greeted by Tony on the door. He shakes Steve's hand and hugs Y/N.

"You look wonderful! Very sparkly!" He says as you walk past him "Thanks, Tony. I really tried today!" she says back.

Steve takes her hand again, in a more protective and demanding kind of way. He hated when other men gave her compliments. Y/N was his as far as he was concerned, not anybody else's.

During the night, Y/N laughs and drinks with everyone and even have a few dances with them all. However, as it gets later, she begins to feel more awkward with the people as she's away from Steve. Y/N spots him sitting down with a drink, and walks over to him.

"Babe, you coming for a dance?" she says to him "Nah, I'm okay" he retorts.

Disappointed by his answer, Y/N awkwardly sits on the small space of chair left next to him.

"Please, Steve. I wanna have a dance with you! I wanna enjoy this night with you!"

"I said I'm okay, Y/N. I don't dance! I don't like dancing. Never have, never will." he spits back.

Y/N sighs and storms back onto the dance floor, leaving Steve to be in his bad mood.

"What's his issue?" Tony says, nodding towards Steve

"He doesn't wanna dance!"

"His loss, I guess."

The night continues and the music grows louder and louder every hour. The dance floor is crowded with couples dancing with each other. She looks back over at Steve and decides to ask him to dance again.

"Steve, baby, please! Come dance with me!" she puts her arms around his neck and rests her chin on his shoulder.

"No, Y/N! God, you're so fucking clingy!" he roars, pushing her away from him and standing up.

"Steve, please. Don't make a scene!" she pleads back

"No, Y/N! You're so damn clingy it's unreal. You can't even go one night without pestering me and trying to force me into something I don't wanna do!" he screams

"Steve," she pauses, "I.. I didn't.. I wasn't trying to force you to do anything, Steve! I just wanted to have a dance with you because it looks like that's what every other couple is doing here now, Steve!"

"Well, I don't want to, Y/N! Just give me some space!" he pushes past her and storms out of the doors into the open air.

She stands there awkwardly, feeling everyone's eyes on her. She sighs and sits on the couch.

At around 3 a.m, the party finishes and Y/N gets into the car with Steve. The ride back home is much more awkward and isn't as fun as the ride to the party.

"Steve," she pauses "I'm so-"

he cuts her off

"I don't wanna hear it, Y/N. You always say you're sorry but never seem to change!"

"Steve, I just wanted to spend time with you, that's all. I just wanted to look normal for once and act like a normal couple!"

Steve stays silent.

"Oh the silent treatment, huh? Yeah, real mature." she sighs and stares out of the window.

After a long and tense ride home, they pull up onto the drive. Steve quickly gets out of the driver's seat, slams the door and goes into the house. She follows shortly after him. As she enters, she sees him coming down the stairs with a small bag.

"Steve?", she says with urgency, "Where are you going?"

"I need a break."

"What?"

"I need a break from you. I need you to change. I need space and time away from you. I hate how clingy and needy you are!"

Before she could say anything to get him to stay, he charges out of the door. He slams the door behind him, leaving her standing there in their shared home alone for the first time in 4 months.

"Am I really that bad?"

Her eyes well with tears and one finally escapes and rolls down her face as she stares at the door.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #marvel #mcu #captain america #avengers

[stay-dazed]

what stray kids make me think of

note: there's no particular rhyme or reason to some of these, it's just what i think of when i consider the vibes of each member. inspired by @bluejutdae ♡

chan: cherries (specifically the dark kind), rings on almost all the fingers, long drives, knuckle kisses, weighted blankets, breath showing in the cold air of the early morning, dimple piercings, sleepy and slightly bloodshot eyes, running fingers through curls of hair, hushed voices, the distant sound of the ocean, big stretches after laying down, “look at the moon”, spontaneously buying flower bouquets.

minho: cats napping in unexpected places, ice cream dates, train rides around town, chunky sneakers with summer outfits, play wrestling, sparkly eyes, gnawing lightly on chapped bottom lip, short nails, the sound of birds chirping in the morning, cuddles on the couch, hearting instagram posts, fingertips tickling along the skin of your legs, tongue poking out in concentration, music while cooking.

changbin: playing guitar, holding onto only one finger, knowing eyes, loud and genuine laughter, sunsets, getting a late dinner at the grocery store, the sound of keyboard clicking, mumbling under breath, “hold me”, tracing tattoos, long showers, target runs, pushing you in the cart, buying you shirts in your favorite color, facetiming, random leg bruises.

hyunjin: hedgehogs, paint stains on many surfaces, coffee dates, admiring old love, crooked teeth, seeing hearts everywhere (leaves, a spot on a cat, clouds), pointing out it’s 11:11 every night, fidgeting hands, randomly humming, “please read to me”, matching phone cases, the scent of wine, soft breathing, rom coms are a safe space, putting on your necklace for you, people watching.

jisung: cute little video games on switch or ds, taking midday naps, gummy candies, stopping to take photos of flowers on phone while out and about, window shopping, wearing glasses, inside jokes, collecting stuffed animals, singing in the car, laying on the ground, little dares and bets, sweet smelling candles, stealing hoodies, looking into each others’ eyes, randomly swaying together.

felix: baking various sweets, doodling on skin, the scent of the mountains, collecting mugs, cutesy car decorations, counting freckles, facts about space, visiting museums, singing any song with “sun” in it, childhood cartoons, eskimo kisses and other pecks on the nose, softly parted lips, randomly placed stickers everywhere, tickle attacks, the purring of cats, handmade bracelets.

seungmin: pointing out every dog possible, stacks of books around the house, ramen dates, studying your own subjects side by side (parallel play), oversized sweaters, colorful braces, hair still dripping a little, polaroids on the wall and tucked in the mirror, many houseplants, linking arms lazily, playful jabs, familiar sound of creaking stairs, randomly singing, comfortable little sighs, forehead kisses.

jeongin: quality time at a cafe, full photo albums, napping on shoulders, feeling of breath on your neck/ear, warm hands, comparing hand sizes, playing piano, early mornings, always texting, sharing a box of pocky, sharing earphones, face masks, giggle fits, shy cheek kisses, the little prince book and movie, deep conversations at random times, the color of honey, voice muffled by a hug.

#my work #inspired #positivity #safe space #sfw only #aesthetic #aesthetic vibes #comfy cozy #kpop #stray kids #skz #stray kids headcanons #skz headcanons #stray kids boyfriend #stray kids x female reader #bangchan #lee minho #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #seungmin #jeongin

[vcgardenia]

Luke Castellan x Chrysanthis Green (OC) - The Beginning of the End

wc: 1533

a/n: a lot of this is a prologue as I just build up for future angst but I had a rly fun time writing thisss

Chrysnathis put away the beakers she had used that day, making sure they had been thoroughly cleaned before being placed back in the cupboard. 

“Hey Christi! A few of us are going out for drinks tonight, wanna join?” 

“Um, I don’t know Jake, I'm pretty tired.” Chrysanthis started packing up her bags, looking at her watch to make sure she didn’t miss the next train.

“Chris, it’s Friday night and you’ve been in a funk all week.” Jake extended his hand with a smile, “Come out with us! I promise it’ll be fun.” He added, as if that made it so much more appealing. Chrysanthis let out a sigh of resignation. 

“Well I guess, if it’ll be fun…”

“It will.” Jake assured her. Looking deeply into her eyes.

“Okay okay I’ll go. But let me go home so I can change into something less… sad” Jake chuckled as he put his hands in surrender,

“No problem. 7 o’clock, you know the bar.” He grinned. 

As he walked away Chrysanthis finished packing up her satchel. She looked around the lab that she worked at, it was one of the best research labs in the country and after breezing through her certification for biochemistry, the job was practically offered to her.

She recognized how lucky she was, how special the place she worked at was, but some part of her just wasn’t there, half of her, in fact. 

As she walked out of the lab she put on one earbud, looking at her phone for the time. She walked down the green subway stairs next to the lab, careful not to bump into the hundreds of people coming out the other way.

Living in New York still felt like a fever dream to Chrysanthis. After leaving camp two years ago it seemed like the obvious choice, and she really had such a great life here. So why didn’t it feel right?

Once Chrysanthis got to her apartment, she tossed the keys, took off her shoes, and laid flat on the couch. Peace at last.

“Hey Christi can I borrow your pads?” She sighed. Peace could only last for so long.

“Yea one second I’ll get them for you.” Chrysanthis shared her apartment with two girls she had met during her first year here, Scarlett and Cordelia. Since she paid half of the rent, she got the master bedroom while they shared the spare. It was nice to think she had a space all to herself, a space she had worked to get.

She wondered if any of the kids at Camp Half Blood survived long enough to have that feeling. Once again she recognized how lucky she was. So lucky to not have her head mauled off by an evil demon. She didn’t feel great that that’s what was defined as lucky for her kind. 

She hadn’t had a monster attack in a while, and it was slightly off putting. She knew there was a reason for it, nothing happened by coincidence in her world. Everything had a purpose. 

She snapped herself out of it, giving Cordelia her pads and then looking in her closet to see what she should wear. A certain green, spaghetti strap dress caught her eye.

From far away it would look like any old forest green party dress, but up close you could see the gorgeous hand stitched leaf pattern that had been sewn there by a friend of hers back at camp, daughter of Athena naturally. She had added her own flair of sparkly beads that worked beautifully with the cut. After staring at it for five minutes, Chrysanthis tried it on.

“Scarlett’s home!” Cordelia yelled from the kitchen. Chrysanthis came out of her room, getting her things together for 7. 

“Oh. My. God.” Scarlett dragged out each word with exaggerated enunciation. “I think I have just died and gone to heaven you look fucking gorgeous.” Chrysanthis giggled at the compliment, doing a little twirl to further show off the look.

Cordelia gasped, causing both Chrysanthis and Scarlett to turn their heads. Cordelia dismissed their concerned gaze, running to her bathroom at a record pace. After sounds of cupboard doors opening and slamming, she finally came running back.

“These are for you!” In Cordelia’s hand were three condoms, Chrysanthis stared at her for a good minute before everyone burst out laughing. “Okay okay but seriously have safe sex! I am not ready to be an auntie.” Chrysanthis rolled her eyes,

“Okay mom.” She waved goodbye to her roommates before exiting for the bar.

It wasn’t unusual for her and her coworkers to go out for drinks on a Friday afternoon, but as Chrysanthis stepped into the bar that night, something felt different. 

“Chris! You made it!” Her friend Laila walked up to her, wearing a dark red dress that matched the shade of her lips. 

“You know I can’t miss our weekly tea spill.” Chrysanthis joked. “I absolutely love your braids, when did you get them done?”

“Girl, I got them done last week! You need to come to the microbiology wing more often.” 

“You’re right you’re right.” Chrysanthis conceded. They went over to the bar stools, where some of their co-workers had already congregated.

Chrysanthis leaned in, trying to keep her voice down, 

“Honestly the only reason I came here is because Jake looked like he was going to cry if I didn’t.” Laila shook her head,

“Why are you so resistant to him? He’s attractive, intelligent, and isn’t a total douche!” Chrysanthis sighed,

“Those are practically impossible to find here.”

“I don’t know. It’s your life, so do what you want, but I would give it a chance. Jeez, have you had a single boyfriend since I met you?”

Chrysanthis felt a shiver down her back. Someone was watching her, and they were paying extra close attention to the point of carelessness now. If she focused, she could find them easily in the crowd. “Not to judge of course, lord knows my dating history is a mess.” Laila chuckled, bringing Chrysanthis back to where she was sitting. 

“No. Just one nighters unfortunately.”

“See! Even more reason to just give Jake a shot!”

“But what if then he just becomes a fling? I mean how awkward would that be? We work together every day.”

“Hey, Lola and Brad got divorced and are still able to work together. You’ll be fine either way.”

“I appreciate the vote of confidence Laila.” They both laughed as they sipped on the drinks they had ordered.

It had gotten later, and Chrysanthis had made her rounds with coworkers, now she was sitting in a booth and was bored out of her mind. Laila always left early to get her eight hours, and Chrysanthis really couldn’t think of anyone else she wanted to talk to right now. She was about to leave when Jake slid into the opposite side of her booth and smiled. 

“Hey.”

“Hey!” Jake replied. They sat in silence for a little while listening to the music, “Y’know I love that they went for Irish pub with the interior design, it makes the place look so much more interesting.”

“Yeah.” Why was she so dry? Why was she incapable of holding a conversation with a perfectly nice man?  Chrysanthis turned to Jake, still not sure if what was about to come out of her mouth was a good idea, “Would you like to kiss Jake?” His eyes lit up.

“Are you in a sober state of mind to make that decision?” Chrysanthis laughed, that was kind of funny.

“Yes.” She leaned across the table to kiss him, letting whatever tension he was feeling linger. He quickly kissed back, moving over to her side of the booth. He was quite tall, and at this angle his face was hovering over hers, which was a good feature for him to have. She started introducing tongue, trying to be slow and intentional with her movements.

She felt the presence again. It was even more obvious this time. Chrysanthis opened her eyes and for a split second she saw a man with all too familiar black curly hair and sharp jawline. The second she saw him he was gone, he had shapeshifted back into the background of what was supposed to be a fairytale kiss. Chrysanthis pulled away.

“I’m sorry, I think I’m going to head home now, I had one too many martinis.” She half-laughed, trying to make the situation less awkward. 

“Oh, okay. No worries I totally get that…” Chrysanthis started making her way out of the booth,

“Uhh hey Chris?” Chrysanthis turned around in response, “Would you want to… do this again sometime?” She sighed,

“Yea! Totally.” She then stepped out of the pub and back into the streets of New York City. Her apartment was only a few blocks away from the bar, so she thought it would be safe to just walk home. As she walked across the street in her 3 inch heels, she could feel the warm heat of a car light about to hit her, that is before she was magically on the other side of the street. But it wasn’t magic, it was,

“Luke.”

“Hey Chrys.”

#luke castellan #luke castellan smut #charlie bushnell #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #fem reader #female reader #smut #x reader #luke castellan x reader #new york #nyc #creative writing #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

[velidewrites]

A prompt for Elain week (if it inspires you!) : tired/cranky Elain coming home to a surprise prepared by Lucien & baby Elucien.

Also, a duckling offering, keeping in the spirit of Elain week 🦆🌸

Elain was dying.

Her mind felt as though it had been turned into a puddle—a soggy mess deserted by all thoughts but one: sleep.

She should’ve known better than to exhaust herself like that. Still, she’d insisted—had begged Feyre to go one more time until her sister crossed her tattooed arms and firmly told her to go home.

So Elain did. Rhysand, Cauldron bless him, had winnowed her onto the large landing on the upper levels of the Day Court Palace, usually reserved for the High Lord’s Pegasi—though, as a winged beast himself, Elain thought with a small smile, her brother-in-law had fit in just right.

He rolled his eyes playfully, ever the daemati—as if, despite her mental shields sturdy and high up, he could read the thought only by looking at her face. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he told her before flying off into the night sky.

She could barely walk as she made her way inside—today’s lesson, it seemed, had managed to take its toll on her physical strength as well. Fortunately, her rooms were located on this level. She wasn’t entirely sure she would’ve survived a walk up the stairs tonight.

A thrum of a mighty, ancient magic welcomed her from a shaded corner of the hall, as it swirled around its owner like bright rays of sunlight.

Elain didn’t even bother to look in his direction—to the wide, knowing grin, no doubt blooming upon his face. She was well aware of how utterly ridiculous she looked without his insight.

“Not a word,” she muttered.

Helion’s low chuckle echoed off the golden pillars, trailing after her until she stood in front of the large, ornate doors of her quarters.

They opened before she even managed to reach for the handle, revealing a very tall and very handsome male waiting on the other side.

Lucien’s lips twitched. “You look like hell.”

Elain shot him a glare, and he laughed. “This isn’t funny,” she warned, but Lucien’s laugh only deepened, a rich, honeyed sound that seemed to wrap itself around her skin.

Cauldron damn him, but she couldn’t help but smile. “Fine. Maybe it is a little funny.”

Lucien’s auburn brows shot up with amusement. “I have never seen your hair look more like a bird’s nest.”

Her eyes narrowed. “And we’re back to not funny at all.”

Lucien’s grin turned feline. “So cranky, my mate,” he purred, reaching to brush his fingers over her cheek.

Elain’s heart quickened, but she looked down—down to the pink bundle nestled in his strong arm, to the tiny face buried within, small, rosy lips parted in a gentle dream. “How long has she been asleep?” she asked, her voice a tad quieter now.

“Not long,” Lucien told her. “Come inside. We have a surprise for you.”

“Oh?” Elain asked, but she stepped into the room anyway.

Lucien jerked his chin to the right. “Bathroom,” he instructed.

So to the bathroom she went.

What she found inside made her sigh with delight.

The grand, marble tub, stationed in the middle of the open space, was filled with bubbles to the brim, the soft scent of warm, sparkly water filling her lungs deliciously. But it was the flowers floating atop that made her eyes burn—the roses, daisies and violets, all a lovely gift meant to raise her spirits and make the experience even more special.

“You deserve a moment to yourself,” her mate’s voice sounded quietly behind her. “You’ve been working so hard, Elain.”

She turned to him with silver lining her eyes. “Thank you.”

Lucien winked. “It was a team effort, you know,” he said, gesturing to the babe still sound asleep in his arms.

“Oh, I’m sure.” Something tightened in her chest at the sight of them. “I missed you both so much.”

His gaze softened. “My offer still stands, if you want it. I can teach you how to winnow without you ever having to leave.”

“I know, I just—” she sighed. “I feel like I hardly ever see them anymore—my sisters. We’re all always so busy—it’s nice to see them, to spend some time together. Even if Feyre’s being a pain in my ass.”

Lucien chuckled. “I can only imagine.”

“I’m getting better, I think,” she told him. “I winnowed into Rhys’s office from the hallway. He didn’t expect it, of course, though I admit, seeing him jump up in surprise was—what?” she asked, brows furrowing at the sight of a soft light, glowing gently from Lucien’s face.

“Nothing,” he said, something gleaming in his russet eye. “I’m so proud of you, Elain.”

Elain smiled. “I’m proud of myself, too,” she admitted. “And of you—for being so brave and watching over our daughter all by yourself today.”

Lucien nodded sagely. “It was quite a task, if I do say so myself.”

“Well,” Elain grinned openly now. “There’s enough space for two in that bathtub.”

Those beautiful, shining eyes slowly slid down her body—then, back to the babe, cradled in his arms.

Lucien said, “I’ll be right back.”

For @elainweekofficial

#unedited we die like men #the ducklings in the sink inspired me #thank you for sending in this prompt!! #i hope you like it #elucien fic #elucien fanfic #elucien drabble #elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #day court elucien #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #lucien spell cleaver #acotar #a court of thorns and roses

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader

chapter 20.

"Tara!" i screeched as soon as i heard her pick up the phone. "So much has happened. You need to come over."

"im sleeping over." she responded immediately, "Be there in 20."

"Okay!" i squeeled. it had been about 2 weeks. she had been busy with recording and miscellaneous collabs.

"See you in a bit, babe." she responded before hanging up.

i laid back on the couch and sighed contently. i took a mental step back to admire how my life had turned out. i was going on a date with Johnnie, whom I've liked since i first met him. Jake and Tara are my best friends, and they're just amazing overall. i felt cringe thinking all of this, but i knew it was true. i felt as if my life had become a cliche, which i had always dreamt about, but I never thought I'd feel this good.

Time had flew before i knew it. the aound of the front door opening tore me from my thoughts.

"hellooo?" Tara called out before walking into the living room. she smiled brightly and waved, her keys jingling in her hand. "Hey, pookie."

i smiled at the nickname. "Hi, sweetcheeks."

"So," she plopped down on the couch next to me, "fill me in."

i began explaining the incident with the robbery, showing her my healing stitches. i earned a few different gasps and faces from her. she knew i was living with jake and johnnie, but never knew the reason.

"no fucking way." she said as i concluded the first half.

"yes fucking way. scariest night of my life, and johnnie was there the whole time." i felt tears sting my eyes. i wasn't sure why. they weren't sad tears, but happy tears. i quickly blinked them away.

"Please tell me you guys are dating." she sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Well.." i smiled, "we're going on a date on Valentines Day."

"no fucking way!" she smiled, her hand flying over her mouth. "Is he taking you somewhere nice?" i shrugged in response. "Hold on."

i followed as she hiked up the stairs to Johnnies room, where he was trying to have a peaceful stream, and walked in.

"Are you taking y/n somewhere nice?" she questioned, basically scolding.

he rolled his eyes and turned his chair slightl1y to face the door. "Tara! im streaming!"

"i dont really care." she pursed her lips, "answer the question."

i leaned into the doorway, squinting to read the chat. everyone was spamming, asking who i was and all sorts of questions about me.

"Yeah, that's what i planned on." he flashed me a soft smile before shooing us away.

as we walked down the hall, tara grabbed my arm. "We're going dress shopping."

"i was planning on doing that," i rolled my eyes, "i just spaced it."

"get your shoes on." she grabbed her keys and purse off of the couch. "you should let me do your makeup for the date!" she squeeled.

i smiled, my bottom lip quivering from excitement. "i mean, sure."

we ran out to her car. she turned on her playlist. she has amazing music taste, by the way. we sang together before we arrived at the mall.

"So, what are we thinking?" i asked, "dress wise."

"Red, for sure." she smirked, "nothing cutsie. It's valentines day, you gotta get laid, and so does he."

"Oh my lord." i shook my head, "i highly doubt we'll go that far."

"Still, you have to look sexy. I'd be disappointed in myself if i let you go in, like, a light pink dress."

"Well, okay. whatever you say," i followed her into the first store.

we wandered around, targrting all of the red dresses. we settled on 3 different options: a sparkly slip dress, a slim fit dress with puffy sleeves, and a shorter dress with off the shoulder sleeves.

she shoved me into the dressing room. i tried each one, but the shorter dress with off the shoulder sleeves took the cake.

taras jaw dropped when she saw it. "That's the one. he will be drooling. fuck, even i am."

i bit my finger tip playfully. "Stop it,"

tara paid for the dress against my will since she had won the argument. we had to scurry out of the mall since it was late and closing soon.

"im going to get you so ready for this date, especially since its your first one." she began to list everything we should do in preparation as i grew more excited by the second.

we spent hours in the bathroom. we thoroughly washed my hair, making sure it was prepared enough to be (curled/straightened/done) well tomorrow. she cleaned up my eyebrows, as i hadn't done them in a hot minute, and they were starting to look kind of scary. i scrubbed and shaved everywhere, making sure my whole body was hairless. we ended the night with face masks and a movie, which was rudly interrupted by jake laying across the two of us on the couch.

"Big day tomorrow, huh?" jake teased, poking the sticky mask on my nose and wiping it on my arm.

"Get your fat ass off of me." i giggle, attempting to shove him off.

our date was at 7 pm. it was 6:45 pm whenever me and johnnie were walking out the door.

tara had done casual makeup with a touch of red eyeshadow to match my dress. whenever i had looked in the mirror, hair and makeup fully done, my own jaw dropped. of course, i had my own makeup and hair routine, but taras was flawless. i praised her endlessly, or at least until it was time for me and johnnie to leave.

i fidgeted with my fingers in the passenger seat, hoping and praying johnnie would say something first.

as if he could read my mind, he spoke up. "Happy valentines Day, y/n."

he wore a white button-up with black, unripped skinny jeans. the top two buttons were open, revealing some of his 'im not perfect' tattoo. "Happy valentines Day. you look great." My shaky voice responded.

he smiled. "Thanks, you look beautiful, as always." his eyes trailed over my makeup and hair before turning back to the road.

i blushed, turning my head to look out the window before humming a small thank you. our elbows were touching as we both rested our arms on the center console.

"Thank you for going out with me."

"what the fuck? why are you thanking me?" i laughed, looking back towards him.

he shrugged. "i just feel like i should."

"Well, dont." i patted his arm, "ive wanted to do this for a while."

"Me too." he agreed. silence filled the car again.

"This is my first date, by the way." i sighed, "in all honesty, im about to shit my pants. im so nervous."

his mouth twitched, his lips curving into a smile. "There's really nothing to be nervous about." he glanced over, his demeanor changing. i could feel how all of a sudden he got nervous as well.

he took my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. "So, uh, what was the aftermath with tara and your stream?"

he smiled and shook his head. "Everyone refuses to believe im actually going on a date."

"thats fucking hilarious, no offense."

"i know. everyone wants me to reveal you, they want evidence." he trailed off.

"Do it. i dont mind at all." his hand squeezed mine tighter.

"i didn't think you'd want to be on the internet so soon." his eyebrows furrowed with worry. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. give me your phone." he did so, telling me his passcode.

i opened up instagram. at the stop light, i took a picture of us, our hands visible in the bottom of the photo. johnnie threw up a peace sign with his free hand and smiled softly. i smiled, too. i typed, 'Happy valentines Day 🖤', and tagged my instagram. i shut off his phone and handed it back to him, setting it in his lap. he quickly put it on, do not disturb.

we pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. he had made reservations the day i agreed. we got in and sat quickly. johnnie admired me from across the table as i admired him.

a small smile formed on johnnies face. i smiled with my teeth, "what?"

he shook his head, "Nothing. what are you gonna order?"

"Oh, i dont even know. i haven't looked." i looked down at the menu, deciding on (your food of choice).

"that sounds good as fuck." he commented. "i think im just gonna do a chicken sandwhich."

"That also sounds good." i agreed.

"If you dont mind me asking, what are you looking for in a relationship? like, long term, or what?" he asked nervously, his eyes staring down at his hands as he twisted his rings anxiously.

"i do want a long-term relationship. I've never been one for occasional hook-ups or 2 week long talking stages. i wanna have a family in the future, too, because i know i can raise a child better than i was." i admitted.

"Me too. i talk to jake about wanting to have a family one day all the time." he finally made eye contact with me. "Honestly, I've never really met anyone like you."

before i could respond, the waiter came to take drink orders. we told him our choices, and he left quickly, beinging them only moments later.

"This place is really beautiful." i looked around. it barely looked like a restaurant with all of the fancy designs and decorations.

"i knew you'd like it, that's why i wanted to take you here." he smiled.

"i have a question." i turned back to him. "Why did you buy me that donut all those weeks back?"

"cause i thought you were really pretty. and you seemed stressed but you were so fucking nice to me." he smiled, and when i smiled back, his grew.

"i hope you know that meeting you really changed my life." i admitted, "i really had no one before you came along."

"You changed mine, too. i never knew i could like someone as much as i do you." his face flushed.

"You know, I've had a crush on you for a long time. It's silly." i looked away, avoiding eye contact.

"me too." he chuckled softly. "im glad you're here with me."

"Well, im glad you asked."

we spent the rest of the date sharing stories of the past and goals for the future. ultimately, however, we had to leave. with our leftovers in one hand, we walked out of the restaurant with our free hands tangled together.

the whole drive home, a comfortable silence filled the car. the radio was playing softly in the background as i felt sleepiness hit me like a truck.

he parked and turned to me. "wanna go out again sometime?"

"Obviously." i smiled.

#fanfiction #fanfic #johnnie guilbert #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie guilbert x reader #jake webber #tara yummy #the night shift #cafe aesthetic #cafe #café

[mrskayathefrog]

I so often see image descriptions for things that spend, like, a paragraph of text talking about the background and give barely any space to the actual point of the image/gif/video. like. I don't need the image descriptions, but it does seem rather unhelpful.

for example IMAGE ID: An empty basement room with beige tile; in the background are stairs going up into the rest of the house and draped on the wall is a sparkly banner saying Happy Halloween. In the foreground are three young Black men in shorts and t-shirts and socks, all three keeping sync as they dance joyfully to the song. The shortest guy smiles so big and so much for most of the video you can’t not smile back. END ID Every single time I watch it. Every single time I smile. They’re perfect. THEY. ARE. PERFECT.

The room they are in is not relevant. The tile is not relevant. I did not notice the Happy Halloween banner at all, because it is simply not the focus of the video.

My example would be:

Video description: Three young Black men do a beautifully synchronised dance to Take On Me. Every move is synced perfectly to the beat and each other, though it is clear that this is an amateur production made for the joy of making it. / end ID

Which one is more helpful? Here is a link to the video in question, I didn't include it in the post because my understanding it that, for the people who need image descriptions, they wouldn't see the image anyway.

#image id #accessibility #accessibility accommodations #image description #disability #should i make this a poll?

[comradekiwi]

bkdk fluff! minor angst.. ig… to highlight the fluff!!

izuku thought dating kacchan would be, essentially, a minor step up from how they were already: each other’s closest person, best friends. maybe more handholding and displays of affection.

he did not foresee all the little things that came with it, which crept up on him and burrowed themselves into the crevices in his heart, so much so that on weeks kacchan had away missions, he felt their absence jarringly, like missing a step on the stairs.

kacchan had an away mission now, his second since they’d started dating, and he was quite busy doing classified hero work in seoul. too busy to reply to izuku’s texts quickly. so izuku had a lot of time to be painfully reminded of all the ways kacchan had accidentally bolstered what he was used to in his daily life.

like the certainty in knowing that when he sat on the couch, there would be a large, warm arm draped behind him. always a space left next to kacchan shaped like izuku.

how every name kacchan called him sounded like ‘i love you’, whether it was nerd or baby or freckles or dumbass. or deku.

when his fans or uraraka called him deku, it never sounded quite the same.

like the assurance if he called, kacchan would answer. if he needed help, kacchan would come. this he’d done before, too, but there was a layer to it now there hadn’t been before, one that tasted like trust and looked a lot like love. like the decision was thoughtless, obvious. still a choice but one so easy it was barely even considered one.

izuku had started taking for granted kacchan’s body next to his, almost always. these past days he kept turning to his left instinctively, mouth half open, about to voice his thoughts, only to be met with empty space. he’d frown and thumb his phone, pulling it out to text kacchan.

(kacchan stood to his left more often than not. he liked to have his good eye facing their environment so he could stay alert. izuku considered how this meant he trusted izuku to cover his other side, to take care of his weakened side, and carefully tucked this information safely into his heart to be brought out and cradled on nights he was alone. nights like this one, actually. izuku let himself think about how kacchan trusted him so implicitly, so quietly loud, and wanted to scream from some unnamable emotion. something whole and good and pure.)

izuku missed the notes kacchan would slip into his lunch when it was his turn to make it. he hated washing the dishes and having to dry them, too. pulling out the step stool to reach their higher shelves.

the bed was too big. too cold.

suffice it to say that by the end of dynamight’s week-long away mission, izuku was spending every day in a dreadful mood. they’d been apart before, but that was before they’d unknowingly trickled into every single aspect of each other’s lives. he missed his kacchan.

the day kacchan was set to return, izuku was beside himself with yearning. he practically vibrated in his house slippers, deep cleaning the bathroom to give himself something to do. the agency would be driving kacchan home in three hours; he was supposed to text izuku once his plane landed. kacchan probably thought this was for normal, sane reasons, but izuku had actually requested it so that he had time to fix himself up, mentally prepare, and look less crazed. and depressing. he squinted at his limp curls in the mirror. it had been a long week.

finished scrubbing the tile, izuku cleaned up, putting the supplies away and leaving the fan on to air out the chemical smell. he was drying his hands when the very familiar sound of keys jingling in their lock rang through the silent apartment like a gunshot.

“The fuck…” izuku mumbled to himself (kacchan was proud of his influence). he slipped off his house slippers, padding to the door, a creeping hope hesitantly lighting up the blood in his veins, sparkly like one for all.

izuku reached the door just as it opened. his heart instantly leapt at the beloved sight of his boyfriend, which lasted a spilt second before his vision was abruptly obstructed by fabric, his face immediately shoved into a warm, muscled chest.

“Mmmf- faffan!” izuku yelped joyously, muffled by kacchan’s soft black t-shirt. he hasn’t even been able to get a good look at his face before kacchan had practically pounced on him, wrapping him up tightly.

“God, I missed you,” kacchan said, face buried in his curls and mouth by his ears, back bent so he could envelop izuku that much more completely.

“Everything’s different without you. It’s shit.”

was kacchan pouting? izuku giggled, even as he tightened his arms wound around kacchan’s shoulders.

“Weird shit, like fucking… mealtimes. Or walking. Everything was off. What the fuck have you done to me.”

izuku giggled, even as he held kacchan back just as tightly, even as his heart soared and laughed and cried at kacchan feeling his absence just as much as izuku’d felt his. he was smiling so hard. oh, he was crying.

kacchan must have felt the dampness soaking his shirt, because he pulled back, a devastatingly fond look on his face.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked affectionately, cupping izuku’s face as he started to sob.

“I just missed Kacchan so much,” izuku managed through wracking heaves, all the emotion of the last week and five minutes catching up to him. kacchan looked down at him with heartbreaking affection. “I’m so happy you’re home.”

“I’m home,” kacchan confirmed, bringing izuku’s head back into his chest gently, cradling it even, with his other hand rubbing up and down soothingly on izuku’s back. this made izuku cry more — he had missed kacchan’s hugs, kacchan’s comfort, so much. it had only been a week, and yet he was so, so happy right now, to be back in his kacchan’s arms.

kacchan walked them over to the couch, still holding izuku, and got them settled, sinking into the cushions with izuku on his lap. izuku burrowed in stubbornly, wishing he could go further, make a little home behind kacchan’s third and fourth rib. kacchan murmured to him soothingly, flicking the nature channel on in the background. kacchan always knew what to do. kacchan was home. izuku lifted his head, tired of crying, and nuzzled into kacchan’s face. “Let’s take a bath,” izuku said, noting how tired katsuki looked.

“You can tell me about the mission after we sleep.”

they shuffled to the bath. kacchan used the shampoo sitting next to izuku’s, finally dampened his fluffy grey towel on the stand. his orange toothbrush. kacchan climbed into his side of the bed, its size finally back to normal. he spooned izuku from behind, and izuku finally felt truly warm, the heat of it bone-deep, for the first time in a week. something restless deep within him finally settled. kacchan was out like a light, allowing izuku the opportunity to turn in his hold and carry out his favourite activity of tracing kacchan’s features while he slept.

he could turn back around when he was finished and be held back-to-chest again. in the morning, they’d make breakfast and catch up and make the bed. kacchan was home. they’d walk to the store and patrol and do laundry. maybe they could go on a trip this weekend, somewhere distant and fun. he smiled.

izuku would never be lost, because kacchan was home.

#this got away from me bc bkdk took over my brain #i just think they’re the type to realize the little things bc they’re so in love n thus miss each other viscerally when one is away #borderline codependency >>> #bkdk #bakudeku #bkdk fic #bakudeku fic #katsudeku #decchan #bnha #mha #kiwi writes #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

ASG - Part Five: Ribbons and Rings

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Requested: n/a

Prompt: Now that Bird and Elvis are back together, they're in for quite the rollercoaster. With the drama of the Trouble performance and Elvis going to Germany for two years, what is to come? [ Fem!OC ]

TW: A little violence during the Trouble scene + some mentions of anxiety, panic attack symptoms

Rating: Pg-13   ||     Word Count: 5978

A/N: finally she's here!!! i missed birdie so much actually 😭 also i rewatched the scene post-trouble with crawfish and FRICK. it's just so ✨ ✨ i want to **** *** *****

This is part 5 of ASG. Find the rest of the series here!

🦋 mila

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She wakes to the smell of frying bacon and burning fat, her mouth salivating at the thought of some fresh breakfast. As she rubs the sleep from her eyes, she sits up and tries to figure out where she is. she glances around confusingly for a moment before she remembers that she'd spent the night with Elvis in his bed at Graceland.

She can’t stop the smile that spreads across her face as memories from the night before flash through her eyes. Dancing at Club Handy, driving through the night in the shiny purple Cadillac, making love amongst the trees, and letting the wind gently caress their naked bodies. She glances beside her to see the bed empty, the sheets rumpled and pulled back.

She swings her legs over the side of the bed and stretches before approaching the dresser in the corner of the room where Elvis had folded her dress and other clothes. She smiles fondly as her fingers dance over the sparkly black fabric but she reaches for the familiar and comfortable yellow checked skirt and matching sweater instead.

After shrugging them on, she sniffs the sweater and grimaces at the horrible smell - smoke and something she can’t quite identify. She has nothing else to wear, so she just hopes Mr. and Mrs. Presley won't notice. she gently rakes her fingers through her hair and fixes it the best she can without a brush or comb. She's sure Elvis has a comb hiding somewhere in here but, with the mess that she's standing in, she doesn't have the time nor desire to go rummaging through his bedroom for a lousy comb.

Once she's satisfied enough with her appearance, she takes a deep breath and hesitantly opens the door to step out into the hallway. She pauses in the space, listening for signs of movement anywhere. She doesn’t know where Elvis is or if he’s told his parents that she stayed at Graceland last night. She doesn’t hear any voices or footsteps but she does hear the soft sounds of gentle piano music floating through the house.

She tiptoes down the stairs in search of the sound, hoping the wooden boards won't creak under her steps. She makes it to the bottom of the stairs without alerting anyone and veers to the left, peering around the corner to see Elvis sitting at the piano in the living room. His head is bent and his fingers are lazily plucking at the keys in a melancholy tune. She steps into the carpeted room.

“Y’aright?” she asks softly, trying not to spook him.

He glances over his shoulder at her and a big grin immediately spreads across his face, his white teeth shining between his perfectly pink lips. He shifts on the bench to face her and beckons her closer with his fingers. She accepts the invitation, stepping toward him and taking a seat on his lap. She drapes her legs over his thighs and wraps her arms around his neck to stabilize herself. One of his arms curls around her lower back to support her and the other rests on her knees.

“Yeah, baby,” he mutters, reaching up to cup her face. His thumb strokes her cheek gently. “How’re you doin? You…took a lot last night.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes.

“Oh, I’m just fine. And ya know what? I could take it all again right now if you wanna bet, mister. What’re ya workin on?”

“Oh, nothin, just playin round,” he responds.

But his head drops and eyebrows furrow as he glances out the front window. She peers around him to see his eyes flicking back and forth as if he’s searching for something on the front lawn. She can tell that something’s wrong. Unless…

“Was I…aright? Last night, I mean?” she asks, the thought just now occurring to her. Elvis’ eyes flick up to hers immediately and he nods ardently.

“Oh yeah, baby girl. You was…” he blows out a puff of air with raised eyebrows and she giggles.

“Well, what’s wrong then? I can tell somethin ain't right,” she pushes.

He just shakes his head and averts her eyes. She slides a finger underneath his chin and tilts his eyes up to face her.

“Please tell me, Elvis. Let me help ya.”

He sighs deeply but starts explaining anyway.

“I just don’t know what to do bout tonight,” he starts, shaking his head. “I mean Colonel’s breathin down my neck to be family-friendly. Mama’s tellin me to listen to myself. B.B.’s sayin the Colonel’s not what he seems. I-I just don’t know who to listen to. I don’t know who’s right 'en who’s wrong no more.”

She stays quiet for a second as she considers the best way to say something inspirational to him.

“Well, I think ya certainly oughta listen to those people,” she starts and he sighs again. “But then ya gotta ignore 'em.”

Elvis' head snaps up, eyes wide with surprise and confusion. She continues to explain herself.

“Cause at the end of the day, you,” she pokes him in the chest where his heart is, “you are the only one who knows what right and wrong are. You gotta listen to yourself first. Let ya voice be the strongest. your voice, not ya momma's, not B.B.'s. Yours.”

His head drops again and she can tell that he’s lost in thought, contemplating the right decision. His eyes are searching the space between them. She reaches down to cup his cheek and turns him toward her again, leaning closer.

“I believe in you, Elvis. Whatever you decide, I know you’ll make the right choice and I’ll be here to support ya. Always and forever. I’ll be with ya every step of the way.”

His eyes flick around her face as he offers a small half-smile. His hand reaches up to cup her cheek and she leans into his touch. His chin starts to drift up and she responds by closing the gap between them, pressing her lips against his for a sweet kiss. When she pulls back, she rests her head against his. After a few short moments, he leans his head up and presses a gentle kiss on her forehead. She smiles happily.

“You right, Birdie. As always,” he says with a smile. “Now, let’s go get some breakfast. The smell of that bacon’s got me salivatin.”

"And here I thought it was me," she jokes and Elvis laughs heartily.

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She can’t help but smile as she stares across at herself in the mirror. She's tried to dress more adult, to look older and more professional, since she'll be seated with the family as opposed to the crowd. Gladys had already invited her to attend the Russwood Park performance weeks ago but, until last night, she had no intention of taking Mrs. Presley up on her offer.

After the wonderful escapade she'd shared with Elvis, how could she not go? Bird is more than happy to have the past behind her and to move on from the awkwardness of them both trying to constantly avoid each other.

She's opted for a darker makeup look, a bold red lip and carefully curled hair. She chose a black and white houndstooth skirt with a black blouse, unbuttoned to show a bit of cleavage. She has to admit that she feels beautiful as she stares across the bathroom counter into her own eyes. She just hopes Elvis will agree and grabs her purse before walking out of the guest house and up the stoney path toward the big house.

Graceland is in complete chaos as she steps inside, with the Colonel’s people running every which way. She expertly dodges them as they dash around the house. She tries her best to find one of the family members and sighs with relief as she spots Gladys in the kitchen. The older woman looks overwhelmed but smiles when she sees Bird. She approaches the young girl and pulls her into a tight hug.

“Oh thank god you're here, Bird,” she whispers into her ear. “I can’t take another minute of this…this…”

“Chaos?” Bird asks, eyeing a man who sprints past her with a half-zipped bag full of clothes. Gladys sighs with relief.

“See, I knew you’d understand.”

“It’s time to go, Mrs. Presley,” a man Bird doesn’t recognize interrupts their conversation and she glances back at Gladys who just shakes her head, exasperated.

“Bird, you're ridin in the car with me and Vernon,” she says, taking ahold of her hand.

“Oh, where’s Elvis? I was hoping to wish him luck before the show?” she asks as Gladys drags her out the door and toward a shiny black car.

“He left a few minutes ago, dear. Ya jus missed him, I’m afraid. But you can see him after the show. We hafta go now or we gonna be late ourselves.”

Bird follows her lead and climbs into the car. Vernon is already seated in the front seat, smoking something which wafts back toward her. She waves her hand by her face to dispel the smoke as the car's doors are slammed shut and the driver takes off, a little too fast for her liking. She anxiously stares out the window as they fly down the streets.

As they approach the ballpark, her head flicks back to attention and she stares out the front window in awe. There are literally hundreds, probably thousands, of people at the park. All to see Elvis. There are girls and boys of all ages and races gathered around the outside gate, which opens kindly for you. Some of them try to sneak in and Bird cringes as police officers tackle a woman in a poodle skirt before she can slip through the gate.

The car rolls up toward a section of cheap plastic chairs set out on the lawn. Everything is eerily quiet for a moment, so quiet that you’re startled when someone clicks open the door next to you. Bird glances at Gladys but she’s already climbing out of the car on the other side. Bird does the same and her jaw physically drops when she steps out to see all of the people surrounding her. There are fans everywhere she looks.

As she walks toward the chairs, following Gladys and Vernon, she glances around the surroundings. The stage is in front of everyone and the Blue Moon Boys are already set up to play. There’s a section of fans standing right in front of the stage but she notices that they're separated by race. As she glances back behind her, she can see Senator Eastland and his white supremacist buddies all watching down their noses. She averts her eyes, not wanting to look at them any longer than she has to. She takes her position, standing next to Gladys by the band on the edge of the stage, and nervously looks around for Elvis. She checks her wristwatch. He has to be arriving soon. The concert is supposed to start in just a few minutes.

She hears screams erupt from the corner as a black car - which exactly matches the one she rode in - pulls up. She cranes her neck, but it’s no use; she can’t see anything. Although, all the signs tell her it’s probably Elvis arriving. A smile unknowingly pastes itself onto her face as she barely sees the top of his head pop out of the car. He comes more and more into view as he walks closer to the stage.

He looks especially handsome in an all-black suit with a red tie. The cameras are flashing like crazy and the audience is screeching uncontrollably. As Elvis approaches her, Bird can’t help but bite her lip as her eyes mentally undress him. His blue eyes are dark as they glance over at her and the ghost of a smile graces his face. He leans over to give Gladys a hug. She kisses his cheek and mentions Jesse, Elvis’ twin brother who died as a baby. Then, Elvis shakes Vernon’s hand as his father tries to encourage him to play it safe.

Finally, it’s her turn. Elvis smirks down at her as she raises herself up to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I love you. Remember what I said before,” she mutters into his ear.

When she pulls back, he’s nodding. He reaches out and pinches the skin on her jaw, shooting her a smirk before he turns to walk onto the stage.

She follows Gladys and Vernon to their seats. She's positioned between Gladys and Elvis' cousin, Billy, in the middle of the aisle. She sits down, crossing her legs and watching as Elvis takes the stage in front of the rowdy crowd. As she glances up at him, she can see mischief in his eyes and she knows that he’s up to something. Probably her fault, but she stands by her advice.

“There’s been a lotta talk about the new Elvis,” he says into the mic and the crowd immediately erupts into a passionate chorus of boos.

Bird bites the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.

“And of course, that other guy,” he continues, reaching his finger into the air and wiggling his pinky.

She smirks to herself. Although she doesn't understand the gesture, she can tell that he's staring directly at Senator Eastland and that's enough context for her to get the meaning of it. She watches with bated breath as she can tell Elvis is debating about whether to be safe or reckless.

“There’s a lotta people sayin a lotta things,” he says. “Course you gotta listen to the people that ya love. But in the end, you gotta listen to yaself.”

Her mouth drops open at the shock of him repeating her words. She smiles, a sense of intense pride washing over her. He listened to her. But most importantly, he listened to himself.

“So I want ya to know those New York people ain't gonna change me none!” he shouts, lifting the strap of his guitar over his shoulder and passing it off to a bandmate. “Imma show ya what the real Elvis is like tonight!"

She bites the side of her cheek again but nothing can stop the smile that spreads across her face as he swings his arm down for the music to begin. She glances over toward Vernon and Gladys as they frantically try to figure out what’s going on. Elvis starts to sing the lyrics to Trouble and Bird laughs out loud at the relevance of the song. He raises his fingers to his head as he belts out a line and breaks into his usual wiggle routine onstage. Her breath hitches in her throat as he readjusts the microphone and her mind flashes through images of his hands on her body. His hair has already flopped onto his forehead and she grips her skirt as more images of his sweaty body hovering over her blink behind her eyelids.

The way he handles the microphone makes her heart slam against her chest. And she perks to attention as he glances over in her direction. She can’t quite tell, but she desperately hopes he’s looking at her. Her mouth pops open in surprise as he drops to his knees on the stage, thrusting his hips up toward the girls in the audience. Jealousy suddenly swarms in her stomach as he interacts with his fans. She knows it’s only for the show, but her smile drops and she crosses her arms over her chest, mentally willing him to stop. To her pleasure, he does and retreats back to center stage. He drops the mic stand and catches it in his other hand and her smile returns.

Her attention is drawn off the stage as the crowd below it starts to grow rowdy and restless.

“Oh lawd have mercy on us,” she hears Gladys mutter next to her as Elvis falls onto the stage, screaming into the microphone.

You’re quickly starting to agree with her. All the fun Bird was having is drying up very quickly and being replaced with worries about the ensuing brawl before her.

“Uh, now would be a good time to get back into the car,” she glances over her shoulder to see the Colonel addressing the family, her included.

Gladys links her arm in Bird's as they both stumble to a stand. She starts to pull Bird away, leading her through the crowd but Bird peers behind her searching for Elvis. She can't see him at all. He’s buried by the screaming crowd around him. She stops, ripping herself away from Gladys and frantically looking from left to right for him. He’s not onstage anymore and the crowd has turned into a full-on fight. There are people running everywhere, screaming, policemen, punches being thrown, women fainting. People are streaming past but her feet start moving toward the stage before she can think of a better plan. She pushes against the crowd, bumping shoulders and stepping on toes. A particularly large man bumps into her, and she stumbles to the side, clutching her shoulder before her back slams into another person. She gets jostled back and forth for a few minutes before she finally sees him. With wide eyes, she sticks her hand up in the air and screams.

“Elvis! Elvis!”

Miraculously, he manages to glance right at her and his eyes widen. she can see that police officers are clutching onto him, trying to drag him away from fans that have swarmed him. Someone runs into her from behind and she keels over, falling onto her knees on the ground. she glances up, her hair knocked loose from the force. It falls into her eyes as she searches again for Elvis. She can't see anything, her vision blurred as people continue to sprint past her. She raises her arms by her head to protect herself from the onslaught of people which seemingly never ceases. She jerks back as someone’s hands wrap tightly around her wrists.

“Birdie! Birdie! Are ya alright?”

She glances up to see Elvis and nods as he helps her stand. Relief washes over her at the sensation of being in his arms, but it fades quickly as three times as many people flock toward them. Before she knows it, they're surrounded by police officers, one of which grabs harshly onto her bicep. She fights against him, her fingers slipping from Elvis’.

“Get the fuck off me!” he yells as he tries to fight off the policemen who have grabbed onto him.

As hard as Bird tries, she can't stop her fingers from slipping from Elvis' grasp and she whimpers, tears gathering in her eyes.

“Are you okay, Bird?” he yells as they drag him away. “Birdie!”

The policeman is dragging her toward a car into which Vernon and Gladys are also being ushered. She pulls against his uniform but Elvis gestures toward her and his mother. 

“Get in the car! Mama, you gets in the car! Birdie, get in the car!” he shouts, pointing toward it.

Bird screams in anger as they push Elvis into his car but she's cut off when the exact same thing happens to her. The officers shut the doors and she's stuck. She can't see him from where sh's been imprisoned. The driver slams on the gas pedal and takes off toward who knows where. She glances over at Gladys, just now realizing that tears have been streaming down her face. She can feel them drying in the air.

She notices that Gladys is crying too and drops her hand down to hers. She squeezes her fingers as they both weep silently. Bird scoots closer to Gladys and rests her head on her shoulder. The ride is quiet but tense; no one knows what to say or if there’s anything worth saying. They finally pull up to Graceland and everyone shuffles inside. Elvis isn’t there.

Bird wanders into the kitchen to get everyone some water but Gladys grabs ahold of a vodka bottle instead. Bird knows she should stop her, but she doesn’t have the energy or the heart to do so. She can’t say she blames Gladys.

The sound of the front door slamming sends Gladys running out of the kitchen. She yells for Elvis but Bird hears no answer. She remains inside the room, scared of what she might see if she leaves the safety of the ignorance the kitchen is blessing her with. She takes a sip of water, her hand shaking violently as she raises the glass to her mouth. After spilling a little on her blouse, she slams the glass down and takes a few deep breaths. She hears muffled voices from the living room and hesitantly walks toward the sound. She keeps her eyes trained downward as she passes through the doorway. Someone has lit a fire in the fireplace.

She dares to raise her eyes and sees Elvis sitting on the couch with his guitar in his hands. He’s strumming some chords and murmuring a bit of a song. His hair is disheveled and his shirt is unbuttoned. She releases a relieved breath to see that he’s alive and unharmed for the most part. The firelight glows softly on his face, coloring him with a soft orange light.

Vernon, Gladys, and the Colonel are also there, all facing the fire in front of them with grave expressions. Elvis glances up, his blue eyes are black in the light. Bird approaches him, placing her hand on his cheek. He leans into her touch, his face drawn in a mixture of anger and sadness. He looks up at her with tears in his eyes and she falls onto the couch, grasping at him.

“No,” she hears Gladys say and turns to look at her. “There’s no way my baby’s goin to Germany for two years.”

Her breath catches in her throat and she looks back at Elvis. His eyes are trained on the flickering fire, his mouth fallen in a flat straight line.

“It is either the army or jail,” the Colonel says.

Elvis puts down his guitar and gets up, walking away from Bird. She can feel the creases forming on her forehead as her face screws up in confusion and anguish.

“There is something else. Vernon, they are pokin into your background,” he continues.

“We don't have nothin to be ashamed of,” Elvis shouts, turning to place his hands on Vernon's shoulder. “Now my daddy is a good man.”

“Yes, yes, but your papa did go to jail,” the Colonel answers. “you know them and their flashy headlines. Elvis the draft dodger, a family of delinquents.”

She watches as Elvis sits down next to his mother, wrapping his fingers around her head and pressing a kiss to her hair. She can’t do anything but listen, her hands lifelessly folded in her lap.

“We may never book another date or sell another record again. In my way of thinking the army could be a brand new start for all of us. Let them cut your hair. Prove to the world that he is a clean-cut all-American boy. You do your two years and when you come back I promise you I will have done everything I can to make you the biggest actor in Hollywood.”

Her eyebrows raise as she watches Elvis’ manager trod around the room. She feels intense hatred rising in her chest, anger and contempt accompanied by fear and frustration.

How could they do this? How could that stupid fat man let them do this to her love?

The Colonel continues to drone. Gladys begins to cry. Bird feels tears rising to her own cheeks but hers are hot, angry tears. They’re tears of hatred.

“It’s gonna be okay, mama," Elvis says, leaning down to hug his mother.

She watches Gladys lift the glass of alcohol to her mouth and her heart pangs. It's slamming against her chest, swollen with anxiety. She feels her heart rate increase and reaches out to clutch at the corner of the couch. Anger and fear are circling around her head like hungry vultures, just waiting to snap and eat her up inside. She can hear her heart pounding in her aching head. She reaches up and closes her eyes, twisting her fingers into her hair as she heaves breaths in and out. She hears muffled sounds but doesn’t have enough energy to listen to them until she feels Elvis’ hands on her shoulders. He pulls her fingers away from her face and she glances up at him with wide eyes.

“Birdie talk to me. You scarin me baby,” he says, glancing down at her.

Emotions overcome her. She rips herself away from his grasp and stands up, frantically glancing around at the other people in the room before taking off in a full sprint toward the door. She swings it open and steps outside, immediately squinting as cold rain spats into her eyes. She can hear a ruckus behind her as she can imagine the family is chasing after her. She hears Elvis’ voice growing closer and she just panics, running out into the freezing rain and toward the woods. It’s pitch black out, so dark that she can barely see where she's going until she happens to emerge by the roadside. She's crying now, tears streaming down her face and mixing with the water that falls from the sky. She wails and screams into the abyss, no one actually there to hear her agony. But she wouldn’t care if they were. She'd do this anyway. She shuffles alongside the road, no cars anywhere around, as she cries pathetically in the pouring rain.

“Bird!”

She can barely hear Elvis’ voice over the splashing sounds of the rain. He grabs onto her shoulders but she rips away, continuing to walk forward.

“Birdie, stop it! I know ya upset but this ain't no way to deal with it. You gonna hurt yourself or get lost or sick or somethin,” he shouts, reaching for her shoulder again.

When his fingers touch her body, she throws him off and then whirls around in a rage. She glares at him, throwing her arms up and pounding her fists against his chest repeatedly, over and over. He doesn’t do anything to fight her, just accepts the abuse. After a few minutes, she loses all energy and the anger finally dissolves into sadness.

She falls against him, totally limp in his arms. He pulls her closer to his body, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly against him. He backs into the grass where they'll both be safe and lowers himself to his knees, letting her melt onto his lap. She clutches onto his soaking wet clothes, sobbing into his shoulder. His fingers gently caress her head, moving rhythmically over her scalp again and again. His chin is pressed against her temple and he's enveloping as much of her as he possibly can in this position.

“I'm sorry, Birdie,” he shouts over the pattering rain. “I'm so sorry. I never meant for nunna this to happen. I never meant to hurt ya. I…I didn't want this for ya. This is why I tried to push you away cause I knew shit like this was gonna happen. I understand if you don't want me anymore and if yo-”

“Shut the fuck up,” she mumbles against him.

“What?”

"Shut the fuck up,” she lifts her head just enough to look up at him. “Why do ya think I'm cryin so fuckin much? Because I want you so badly. Because I can't live without you, Elvis. Because the thought of you not bein in my life…of dyin and never comin back-”

Her throat catches and she buries her head back into Elvis’ shoulder.

“Shhh…shhh,” he says, rocking her back and forth. “I'm comin back, baby. I'm comin back. I'd never leave ya. I'll never leave ya.”

After a few more minutes, she can’t tell whether she's cried herself out or not. The tears have mixed so much with the rain that she can’t tell much or feel much of anything anymore. She lazily glances up at the handsome man who holds her. He clenches his jaw and reaches down to caress her cheek. He presses a kiss to her forehead.

“Can I take ya back inside now, Birdie girl? I don’t want ya to get sick out here in the cold rain or none.”

She nods but when she tries to stand, she physically can’t make herself do so. If he’d let her, Bird would spend all eternity here rotting away in the rain, miserable and alone. Elvis barely hesitates, sweeping his arms underneath her and picking her up. He carries her bridal style. She locks her arms around his neck and buries her head in his shoulder. Her eyes close as he walks her back to the house and she disassociates, shutting out all of the input she possibly can.

The next thing she knows, she's back up in Elvis’ bedroom. He’s propping her on the bed so he can strip her down out of her wet clothes. She sits lifeless as he pulls off her soaked sweater and skirt, shoes and socks. He uses a towel to dry her off. His hands are impossibly warm on her freezing body as he fixes her up. He draws out an old shirt which he pulls over her head. Then, he uses his fingers to brush her hair from her face. His palms linger on her cheeks. Without realizing it, she leans into his touch. She feels weaker by the second.

He slides his thumbs underneath her chin and guides her head over to meet his gaze. She ogles at him with sad eyes as he crouches between her legs. He offers a small, sad smile as his fingers gently stroke her skin. A random coldness wafts through the room and she shivers unintentionally.

“You’re still cold,” he says, his eyebrows furrowing. He stands up and helps her climb under the covers. He strips out of his clothes quickly and she can’t help but smile at the sight of his beautiful round ass.

“Nice ass,” she says, trying to lighten the mood.

He turns to glance over his shoulder and then strikes a pose, flexing it for her. She giggles, pulling the covers over her face as heat flames into her skin. Her eyes widen as she feels him sliding in next to her, still naked, she can tell. His arms wrap around her, pulling her back against him. He nestles his face into the crook of her neck, his breath warm on her skin. She intuitively wiggles her butt back against him.

“Keep doin that mama and we gonna have to take this top off,” his voice is raspy and low, his whispers tickling her sensitive skin.

She just giggles, snuggling even closer to him. His skin is warm and soft against hers. She sighs happily, momentarily having forgotten what she was upset about. But in a moment of silence, it all comes flooding back to her. She turns around, lying on her back to grab at his fingers. She plays with them as she stares up at him in the darkness. He raises himself up on his elbow and looks back down at her, joining the game with her fingers.

“I love you,” she says quietly. “So much.”

“I know,” he says with a smile. “I love you too, Birdie, baby.”

Silence settles, her eyes flicking down to their intertwined fingers.

“You know I was thinkin, uh…” he chuckles, lifting his gaze to look around the room before dropping it back down to her. “Well, earlier I was just thinkin bout what a good mama you gonna make one day.”

She does a double take and laughs.

“What? Why would ya say that?”

“Well when you was talkin earlier, tellin me to follow my heart and listen to myself…I was just thinkin bout how wise y'are. You got such a level head and you’re so…so smart. Any person'd be lucky to raise their kids with you.”

“Elvis Aaron Presley, are you suggestin that we have children tonight? Cause if so, I need to know so I can escape as soon as possible.”

“Nah, mama, course not,” he laughs, dropping his head bashfully and sliding his fingers into hers, curling them over her knuckles. “But maybe…in two years when I get back…we could, I dunno…”

“Have babies then?” she finished his sentence, scooting her head closer to him under his raised arm. Even in the moonlight, she can see the hint of a smile on his face as he gazes down at her lovingly.

“Yeah.”

“And what other plans do ya have for us in the future, Mr. Presley?”

He places his other arm on the other side of her head, his body hovering over her. He tilts his head as he stares down at her.

“Well, I was also kinda thinkin maybe a nice party with all our friends and family. You could wear white and we could say how much we love each other in front of everybody. And then we can take a lil trip, somewhere we’ve ain't never been before, just the two of us. Together. And get started on those babies,” he leans down, brushing his lips against her nose before pressing a soft kiss to it. She giggles, her hands reaching up to rest on his chest.

"Sounds like a dream, Elvis,” she responds. “But…Germany's so far away and…two years? What if ya meet somebody who-”

“Stop that right now,” he says, shaking his head. “Don’t talk like that. I ain’t gonna meet nobody who can compare to you, Birdie.”

He wraps his fingers around hers and brings her palm to his lips, pressing a wet hot kiss to her skin.

“Listen, I’m comin back for ya. And you gonna be here waitin for me, aren’t ya?”

She nods, drawing a circle against his chest with her pointer finger.

“Here,” he whispers and leans to the side.

He carefully slides one of the rings off his finger. It’s a simple silver band, one that she's noticed he wears often. He pulls it over his knuckle and grabs her hand, slipping it onto her thumb, the only finger it’ll fit on. When he's finished, he reinserts his fingers between hers.

“Now everybody’ll know ya taken. And you can remember me while I’m gone,” he says.

“You need somethin of mine now,” she says and rolls out from underneath him.

She steps over to the black dress and fiddles with the pockets to pull out the ribbon that was fastened at her throat. She grabs onto the jewel sewed on and rips it off, placing it on top of the dress. She hops back onto the bed and holds out the ribbon for him.

"Take this.”

“You ruined ya dress,” he says but takes the ribbon from her hands anyway. She shrugs as he wraps the ribbon around his fingers.

“Only paid half price for it. Now I'm even since I only have half the dress left."

He smiles, lifting the ribbon up to his lips and pressing a kiss to it.

“I’ll keep it safe, darlin, don't you worry. Come 'ere.”

He shifts so that he’s laying on his back, head propped up by the headboard. She snuggles close to him, nestled into his side. She places her hand on his warm chest, running her fingers over the tufts of hair that grow there. His arms are wrapped protectively around her and he leans down to kiss the top of her head.

“We gonna be aright, Birdie baby. I promise with everything that I have. We gonna make it.”

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After another excruciatingly long and dull night practice, Andrew drives Neil and Kevin back to the dorms, as always. As he slips into his parking spot and turns the key, the two strikers start to argue about something. Neil turns around in his seat to better argue his point. Andrew gives them a moment to realize they’ve parked, but neither seems to notice. Andrew gets out of the car and into the chilly night air.

 As he steps into the building, he hides a yawn with his hand and heads for the elevator. Kevin and Neil come into the lobby behind him. Andrew steps onto the elevator and mashes the button for their floor, just to be a shit. Neil realizes the elevator’s leaving without them and makes a pouty face. Andrew just waves through the quickly narrowing space between the doors. He almost laughs at the look Kevin gives him.

 He wonders whether they’ll wait for the elevator to return or take the stairs. Andrew has heard Kevin bitch about how stairs are healthier two hundred times. He rolls his eyes, they’re probably both racing up them now.

 When Andrew strolls over to their door and pushes it open, he finds something he hadn’t really expected. But, given Nicky’s affinity for doing stupid and pointless things, he should not be surprised to find his cousin putting the finishing touches on an absolutely gaudy Christmas tree. Andrew muses for a moment about how his cousin could have possibly been able to sneak it in without anyone noticing. Then he slams the door to get Nicky’s attention.

 His cousin turns to face him with a smile. Andrew glares at the sparkly monstrosity where it’s tucked into the corner of the room, then turns the look on Nicky, who beams like he hung the moon and stars.

 “What the fuck is that?” Andrew asks. Nicky’s expression falls, but he picks it up and replaces it with a similar one.

 “It’s a Christmas tree. I know you’ve seen one before.” He says, turning to adjust an unruly piece of tinsel. Andrew rolls his eyes and drops his bag on the ground. Nicky continues, “It’s a surprise. That you just ruined.”

 “It’s stupid.” Andrew says, eyeing the tree. It’s got at least a foot on him, to Andrew’s supreme annoyance. Couldn’t he have gotten one of those tiny ones? Andrew hears the drone of some old Christmas song playing on the radio and he’d like to dropkick it. But, rather than damage his radio or his cousin, he decides to go have a smoke. God knows he needs it.

 “Where are Neil and Kevin?” Nicky asks when they don’t come in behind him. Stairs, definitely.

 Andrew shrugs, “Elevator left without them.”

 “You left them in the lobby?” Nicky asks, faux-shocked.

 “They were talking about stickball. And they had used up their allotted time for said subject.” Andrew explains.

 “Oh! I know! Go outside and wait for them and you can all come in and be surprised.” Nicky says, yanking the door open. Andrew stares at him. Is he serious? Unfortunately, Andrew knows he is. Nicky huffs. “If you help me surprise them, I’ll bake you cookies.”

 Ah, a bribe.

 Andrew considers it. Then he hears voices echoing up the stairwell. God, they’re still talking about… Andrew pinches the bridge of his nose. Maybe the tree will get them to shut up. “Triple chocolate,” he says to Nicky.

 “Yes, fine. Whatever! Go out and come back in!” Nicky says, shooing Andrew out without touching him. Maybe he’s smarter than he looks. Andrew closes the door and goes to make like he’s just gotten off the elevator. The two strikers step onto the landing and Neil blinks when he sees Andrew.

 “Are we faster than the elevator?” Kevin asks, in disbelief.

 “Maybe on a regular day. After practicing like that, I doubt it.” Neil says. Andrew just shrugs and moves to put his hand on the doorknob. He twists it and pushes the door open. The lights are off now, which is typical when they come back from night practices. Andrew steps inside and Neil is right behind him.

 Just as Andrew’s fingertips graze the light switch, there’s a flash in the corner and the string lights on the Christmas tree cast a ray of color over the dark room. Some of them are colored, some plain white, some twinkling, some not. It’s almost blinding. Andrew blinks and the dots flash behind his eyelids.

 Neil gasps. Then Nicky pops up from behind the tree, “Surprise!”

 Andrew feels Neil tense beside him. Then watches Neil look from Nicky to the tree, and the tension melts out of his frame. Kevin, poor Kevin, is still in the dark. Well, he’s out in the hallway anyway.

 “What surprise?” He asks, straining to look around the door. Andrew doesn’t move.

 “Let them in, Andrew,” Nicky demands.

 Andrew begrudgingly moves to the side, allowing the other in to get a good look at the tree. Kevin lets out a puff of air. “I’m glad I’m not epileptic.”

 “Shut up!” Nicky whines. “It took me two hours and I’m exhausted and cranky.”

 “No one asked you to—”

 “I know no one asked me to!” It comes out so quickly it sounds like one word. “Just tell me it’s pretty so I can go to sleep.”

 “It’s pretty.” Andrew says, paying the toll. He doesn’t mean it. It looks like a hyper four year old was in charge of decorating it. There are far too many sets of lights all crisscrossing around it. The tinsel is shimmering, the branches drooping with the excessive amount of ornaments Nicky has burdened them with. The top is severely lacking, with no topper.

 Andrew looks to Neil to gauge his opinion of the beast taking up a quarter of the living room. Neil looks confused— that’s his natural state, Andrew thinks. But the glow of the too-many lights on his face makes him look ethereal. His scars stand out against his pale, freckled skin and his pale blue eyes take on the colors of the twinkle lights dancing across his features. Andrew blinks.

 “It’s pretty.” Andrew repeats. This time he means it a little. Though, not about the tree.

 “Thank you,” Nicky says, bowing slightly before he dusts his hands off on his shirt. “I’m going to bed now.”

 Andrew will of course remind his cousin of his cookie bribe tomorrow. But for now, he allows Nicky to wander off towards the bedroom.

 “Huh, it’s just like the movies.” Neil says softly. Nicky pauses in his step and everyone turns to look at Neil. Andrew watches Neil’s eyes flit from the lights to the ornaments to the bit of orange fabric under the tree. “I like it.”

 “Yes! I knew you would.” Nicky beams. The overhead lights of the kitchen flood the room with a yellow glow. Kevin stands by the switch.

 “I mean, it’s nice, but it’s not necessar—” Kevin cuts off with an ‘oof’ when Andrew’s elbow collides with his stomach.

 “I know it’s not      necessary    . But it’s pretty. And,” Nicky swallows deeply, looking between Andrew and Neil. “And we’re having a good Christmas this year if I have to kill somebody.”

 At this, Neil snorts a laugh. “I didn’t think you were the murdering type, Nicky.”

 Nicky gives him a look. “Oh, baby. You better watch the fuck out. I would for you.”

 Andrew rolls his eyes.

 “If you were awake, you should’ve come to practice with us. God knows you could use it.” This time, Kevin gets wise and dodges Andrew’s silencing elbow. Andrew squints at him. And Kevin glares back. “He      does    ! It would’ve been a better use of time. Besides, the semester’s almost over. We won’t even be here to look at it in a couple weeks, will we?”

 “I don’t know! If we decide to go chill in Columbia, that’s fine with me. We can pack it up and take it with us. I don’t know. I don’t care. I just wanted to do something nice! And it was fucking hard to find orange twinkle lights, so shut the fuck up, Day!” Nicky says, effectively shutting Kevin down.

 Kevin holds his hands up in surrender, though he doesn’t look happy about it. “Fine, it’s great, Nicky.”

 Andrew is not looking forward to packing this gargantuan disaster into the car. He shakes his head. Nicky moves to walk past them once more and Neil holds his arm out.

 “Nicky. Just a note, the next time you decide to surprise us… Don’t.” Neil says.

 “I had to!”

 “Mmhmm. I know. But you could’ve ended up in the ER. Andrew is armed and I am not particularly fond of people coming at me out of nowhere. If I hadn’t realized it was you, I might have tried to kill you.” Neil says. Nicky’s mouth falls open and a glimmer of realization flickers behind his eyes. Andrew’s sure his cousin hadn’t thought the ‘surprise the kid who hates surprises’ thing through.

 “Huh… I didn’t… Sorry?” Nicky makes a face.

 Neil shrugs and goes to sit on the couch.

 “Okay. Well, I’m going to bed. I need my beauty rest. Also, I      will     be late for morning practice tomorrow.” Nicky sneaks in as he walks away. Kevin sputters.

 “You better not be!” Kevin says, following Nicky into the bedroom. He starts to make his case, but Andrew hears Nicky’s body hit the mattress.

 “Oh no, I’m already asleep!” He says quickly, throwing in a fake snore for good measure. A few moments pass and he calls, “Night, Andrew. Night, Neil.”

 Kevin squawks, not accustomed to being ignored. But really, he should get used to it.

 “Goodnight,” Neil says softly, still looking at the tree.

 Kevin appears in the doorway, “Don’t forget to turn it off.”

 Andrew waves him away and goes to perch on the couch arm. They’re both silent, Neil staring at the Christmas tree and Andrew staring at Neil. The outline of the tree must be burned into his corneas at this point. Neil angles his face upwards to look at Andrew who raises a brow. Neil makes a face and starts to blink rapidly.

 He squeezes his eyes shut tight for a few minutes and Andrew can’t help but notice the way his lashes sit against his cheeks. Neil opens them again and Andrew looks away.

 “It      is    kinda pretty.” Neil says.

 Andrew shrugs, “It’s alright.”

 “I’m exhausted.” Neil yawns.

 Andrew nods in agreement.

 “I can’t believe you made me walk upstairs.” Neil says, standing up slowly.

 “I can not believe you wouldn’t shut up about exy the entire ride back.” Andrew says, yanking the plug out of the socket.

 Neil looks at him. “So it was punishment for talking about exy?”

 Andrew neither confirms nor denies. After all, if they’d all come up together, Nicky’s surprise would’ve been ruined. So… it was worth it, he supposes.

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 The next morning, Andrew feels Neil climb out of his bunk and follows quickly after him with their blanket draped over his shoulders. Andrew stands in the doorway of the bedroom, watching as Neil plugs in the Christmas tree. It looks just as ridiculous in the morning as it had the night before. Andrew rolls his eyes at the sight and watches as Neil goes to start a pot of coffee.

 Neil’s face lights up when he sees Andrew wandering into the room. Andrew sticks his tongue out, earning a laugh. Then he goes to inspect the tree. He hadn’t gotten a great look at it last night, beyond the lights which nearly blinded him.

 The tinsel is silver, the ornaments a mess of orange and white. Ribbons cascade down from the top and a ridiculous orange feather boa is woven through the branches. Andrew supposes Nicky hoped it would pass for garland.

 Andrew’s eyes follow the ribbon upwards, to the top of the tree he can barely see. And he finds at the highest point, there is a piece of paper clipped to the tree with a bobby pin. He scrunches his brows. Kevin’s morning alarm starts to blare in the bedroom, making Neil curse. Andrew steps up to the Christmas tree to get a closer look at the paper. He finds that it’s actually a Polaroid… Of Neil.

 Andrew tilts his head and blinks. Yes, it is definitely Neil, with his hand in front of his face. Andrew turns to watch real Neil pour himself a cup of black coffee and take a sip— disgusting heathen. Neil notices Andrew’s eyes on him and gestures to the pot. Andrew nods and Neil pours him some as well. Half a cup, which Andrew promptly fills to the brim with cream and sugar.

 Kevin’s alarm is still going off, but the bastard must be in a deep sleep. A few moments later, he hears Nicky yell for him to shut it off. And when he doesn’t get his way, Nicky comes stumbling into the living room with a look that could kill.

 Andrew raises a brow at his cousin.

 “He won’t turn the alarm off! If he’s not dead, I’m going to kill him at my earliest convenience.” Nicky says.

 “Why didn’t you just turn it off instead?” Neil asks.

 “I couldn’t find his fucking phone!” Nicky laments, leaning up against the counter. He stifles a yawn. “Jesus, how do you guys do this all the time?”

 Neil shrugs; Andrew copies him. There’s shuffling in the bedroom and the alarm finally shuts off. Nicky glares at the wall that separates him from Kevin.

 “Explain the photo.” Andrew commands. Nicky blinks at him. Andrew jerks his chin towards the Christmas tree and a smile breaks out across Nicky’s face.

 “The what?” Neil asks, looking to the left but not seeing anything out of the ordinary.

 “Okay, so… Some people put an angel on top of their tree. And some put a star. I couldn’t decide, so I did both!” Nicky says, awfully proud of himself. Andrew stares at him in disbelief. Neil gives Andrew a glance before wandering over to the tree to check it out for himself. Upon seeing his own photograph, Neil snorts.

 “You think I’m an      angel    ?” He asks incredulously.

 “Yes!”

 “I have killed people, Nicky,” Neil explains.

 “Well…” Nicky awkwardly looks away. “You’re still a star!”

 “A star?” Neil asks.

 “Yep!” Nicky says, popping the ‘p.’ “And I’ve got proof of that!”

 Andrew watches Nicky go to grab something off the coffee table and he returns, dropping a newspaper on the counter in front of them. A small headline in the sports section catches Andrew’s attention,  ‘Josten on his way to becoming Exy’s newest star striker.’

 Neil laughs at this. And the sudden absence of Kevin’s alarm renders Andrew deaf. He can’t remember a time when it wasn’t echoing across their dorm. Kevin drags himself into the kitchen and sticks his stupid hand out. Andrew shoves a mug into it and fills it with coffee, spilling some on Kevin’s wrist ‘accidentally.’ Kevin hisses and wipes it on his shirt before taking a drink. After a few moments, Kevin is lucid enough to read the newspaper.

 “Star striker?” He says with a raised brow. “You’ve got a long way to go yet.”

 “I didn’t write it!” Neil says.

 Nicky glares at Kevin, “You’re just jealous you’re not on the tree!”

 Kevin starts to nod in sleepy agreement, then quickly turns to look at Nicky. “What?”

 Nicky just blinks, leaving Kevin to draw his own conclusions.

 “Nicky thinks I’m an angel. And a star,” Neil says, gesturing to the tree top. Kevin goes over and the bastard doesn’t even have to look up to see it. He rolls his eyes.

 “Mm. A real angelic angel you picked, Nicky. I’m glad my alarm woke you up for practice.” Kevin says smugly. Then Andrew realizes that he’d let it go on just to annoy Nicky.

 “My little angel of death,” Nicky starts with a sickeningly sweet smile, “kick Kevin in the shin for me, would you?”

#all for the game #andreil #aftg #the foxhole court #tfc #andreil fic #aerie.fic #🕊️

[dungeons-are-too-cold]

Penelope's Birthday: The (Very Early) Morning

Summary: Summary: Garcia is VERY excited to celebrate her first birthday with her boyfriend Luke Alvez, and he’s struggling to keep up.

Warnings: mentions of food

Author's note: Hey!!! This is the first part of a three part garvez series that i have literally been writing for so long. It started as something i was writing for @ofwilliamandwalter 's birthday writing challenge, but then i started my school semester and life kinda got in the way, but its finally getting on its feet!!! So part one is dedicated to Emmy as the most belated happy birthday ever lol.

Read on AO3 here!

"CELEBRATE ME! TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY!" Penelope practically screamed.

"It's four in the morning."

"Yeah! I was born at four in the morning!" She prodded her sleepy boyfriend, Luke, until he finally stirred and sat up.

“Well then happy birthday, chica,” he whispered into her forehead as he placed a gentle kiss along her hair line. At his attempt to snuggle back into her she just sat there expectantly, like she was waiting for something to happen.

“Do you wanna get up now and have coffee? Or do you want to go back to sleep?”

“Oh, my sweet boy, how can I sleep on a day like this?”

“Fair enough, I’ll put the pot on.” Luke dragged himself out of bed and slipped on the closest pajama pants he could get his hands on. Penelope excitedly wiggled as Luke plodded off to the kitchen. “Why don’t you get in the shower, Pen,” he called back. “I need some time, but I’ll be ready by the time you get out, okay?” She agreed and sped off to the shower. “And take your time!” he called after her.

The second she disappeared behind the bathroom door, Luke sprinted to his car out front. He hadn’t planned for Penelope to wake up this early, so he was slightly behind schedule with his birthday plans and desperate to get it all done before she got out. Personally, he wasn’t much of a birthday guy. Luke never really celebrated his birthday, especially as an adult, but he knew that it was an important day for Penelope, so he was willing to try. This was their first birthday as a couple, and he wanted to make his girl feel special.

When he reached his car, bolting down three flights of stairs to get there, a helium tank, several packages of balloons, and a large canvas banner greeted him in the trunk. Being the macho man that he was, Luke attempted to gather and carry everything all at the same time back to his apartment. He didn’t want to waste any time.

The rest of the morning was spent blowing up sparkly balloons and hanging streamers. In between all the decorating, he was cutting strawberries, flipping pancakes, and gathering all the toppings for breakfast. He even broke a sweat desperately trying to tie the balloons to Penelope’s breakfast chair.

When she finally walked into the living room, wrapped in her robe, Luke was perched delicately on a step ladder tacking up the banner. Everything was slightly a mess. Some stray balloons had floated up to the ceiling, and a roll of streamers had rolled all the way across the room, unraveling as it went, but a large spread of pancakes with strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate syrup was laid out perfectly on the table.

“There was supposed to be more, but I didn’t expect you up this early.” He nearly took a spill off the stool when he turned to look at her entering the space. Quickly he finished hanging the sign and stepped down to place a gentle kiss on his girlfriend’s forehead.

“So, what do you think?” he said, gesturing to the decorations he had haphazardly thrown up in the last half hour. The sign was crooked on the wall, and the letters were messy where the paint hadn’t quite dried before he shoved it in his car yesterday, but he beamed up at his work, hoping she would love it. Penelope’s eyes were trained on the breakfast table, though.

“I think I need you to feed me one of those strawberries dipped in that chocolate syrup.” Luke felt slightly defeated. Despite the appearance, he had worked really hard on the sign and balloons. Her sweet tooth always won out against anything else.

“Well then, sit down in your special birthday chair and I’ll get to it.” He pulled out the chair with the balloons, accidentally dislodging a few of them. “The stupid ribbon won’t stay tied,” he said dejectedly. At the last minute he had decided to staple them to the back of the chair, but it was less than successful. She didn’t seem to mind though. She quickly took her seat and squealed with excitement.

“I can’t believe I get my own special birthday chair! I love it, Lukey,” she said just before he swiped a strawberry in chocolate and placed it on her lips. A grateful moan escaped as she took a bite. “This is perfect. I can’t wait to see what else you have planned.”

To be honest, it wasn’t much. Luke had wanted to plan a surprise party for Penelope at her favorite bar, considering how much she loved her birthday. However, when he talked to Emily for help, she informed him that Penelope had already asked about planning her own surprise party. Of course Penelope was planning her own party; that was so her. There was no way she would leave something as important as her birthday party up to chance. Still, Luke was doing his best to help, but the main task he was given by Emily was to keep Penny away from the office and from the bar.

It shouldn’t have been as difficult a task as it was turning out to be. Hoping she would be asleep for much longer than she was, all he had planned was late breakfast and dinner, in-between which he wanted to take her to see the butterfly pavilion at the Smithsonian and spend some time in the pollinator garden. She loved all the flowers this time of year, and despite living in DC for years, she had never been to the Smithsonian. However, when he was thinking about a late breakfast, he was thinking closer to noon. It was very much not noon.

As the two of them finished up breakfast around 6am, he shooed Penelope off so he could clean up. Again, the second she was gone, Luke went into a panic. Needing some help, he called the only person he knew would be up.

“Matt!” he whispered into the phone

“Who is this?” Matt responded groggily. Clearly, he had not been awake before the phone call.

“Matt, it’s Luke.”

“Why are you calling me? It’s 6am dude.”

“I figured you were already up. Don’t your kids have soccer Saturday mornings?”

“They don’t this weekend, their coach got sick. I was happily asleep until you called. What’s so urgent?”

“Penelope is up. Like not just awake but like up-up. She wants to know what I have planned, and honestly? I don’t have enough plans to fill a whole day!” Luke was pacing around the kitchen, phone sandwiched in between his ear and his shoulder as he frantically cleaned up the mess. He could hear Matt shift and Kristy wake up in the background.

“Who are you talking to?”

“It’s Luke, Penelope is already up.”

“Shit that’s bad” Luke heard Kristy shift in the blankets as well.

Both of them were in on the surprise party later. Matt had even helped Luke make his plans for the day considering how many birthdays he had spent with his wife at that point. Hearing two seasoned birthday pros say that this was bad definitely put Luke on edge. What was he going to do?

“Babe, close your ears because I’m about to give Luke my all-time best kept significant other secret and I want to make sure it will still work on you later.” Matt said.

“Totally not ruining the magic, Matt. I’m going to put on coffee” she said. Luke could hear her close the door through the phone and Matt resumed his birthday coaching.

“Okay. This has consistently worked on Kristy, so I think Penelope won’t be the wiser. Basically, all you have to do is have Penelope guess what your plans are, and as soon as she says something she seems excited enough about that’s doable, you just tell her yes! She’ll be excited that she guessed it, and you already know it’s something she was thinking about, and you didn’t even have to plan anything yourself. You can adjust everything as needed but I’m telling you, it works every time.”

“You are a lifesaver! Penelope is coming back out, gotta go but thank you again!”

Luke practically slammed his phone down on the table as he started the dishes. It seemed simple enough. He could do the gardens and butterfly pavilion first before lunch, and then see where the day takes them. Shit, now he had to think about lunch too. He didn’t even know how to dress anymore, suddenly realizing he was still in his pajamas. What do you wear to whatever Penelope had in mind? It was going to be a long day.

Penelope emerged from the bathroom and snaked her arms around Luke’s waist as he dried the pans. Her hair was up, and her makeup done, but she was still in just her underwear and robe. Her hands grazed up and down his skin as she laid her head on his back.

“You doing okay back there?” he joked.

“Yeah, just happy to wake up with you. And on my birthday no less.”

As much as he loved when Penelope was this sweet, he knew it was because she had high expectations for what was to come, and he was terrified of disappointing her.

AHHHHH Okay I am so happy to get this out finally. Please let me know what you think so far!!!!! make your guesses about what you think is gonna happen too!!!!! I'd love to heare your thoughts.

Thank you to @snailsandpuppy-dogtails and @darcyfangirlsfrequently for reading for me before I posted!!!

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!!!

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[idontevenknowwhatt]

Not Worth It

Summary: Bella is Olivia and Amanda's oldest who has an argument with her boyfriend that happens to blow up at her parent’s work function. Luckily, her Moms and brother are always there when she needs them.

Word Count: 1379

A/N: Okay, so this is my first little imagine so I'm actually really nervous about posting it. I don't know if it's turned out alright but we are just gonna go for it. Let me know if you want anything in particular written. Hope you all like it!

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Zipping up the pink sparkly dress, Bella looked at herself in the mirror. Her brown hair was curled and her makeup was perfect for the occasion. Tonight was a work function for both of her moms.

Jesse and Billie weren't old enough to go so it was like a date night with three of her favourite people.

But her mind was elsewhere. Her boyfriend, who also happened to be the son of a lieutenant from a different branch, and Bella had had an argument. A big one. She told him she needed some space.

So it was the perfect night to spend time with the three people that made her feel the safest and happiest.

Except they didn't know about any of this. Which to Bella was probably a good thing.

Her mama would want to kill anyone who made her feel even a tiny bit sad. And her mom would be trying to stop Olivia from doing so - but secretly want to let her.

Then there is Noah, he would just want to protect his older sister in any way possible.

A knock at the door startled her from her thoughts.

“Bella baby? Are you ready?” Her Mama’s voice came through the door.

“Yea, I'm coming now. Let me just grab my jacket.”

“Okay, we are leaving in five.”

Grabbing her jacket and purse, Bella put the finishing touches on her makeup. She exited her room to find her moms and siblings in the living room with their babysitter Lucy.

“Okay, I'm ready.”

Multiple pairs of eyes flicked her way and she watched her Mom’s start to tear up.

“Okay, that's enough guys. I was more dressed up than this at prom.”

“We know baby, you’re just gorgeous.” Your mom’s made their way over to you brushing the hair out of your face. “Just like you Mama.”

Olivia rolled her eyes but nodded in agreement before pecking her wife on the lips.

“If you two are done crying over Bells we have to go.” Noah cut in smiling. “Or we are gonna be late.”

“He's right, you don't want to be late.” Lucy smiled.

“Okay, let's go. Be good for Lucy and remember to brush your teeth before bed, okay?” Mom said looking at Jesse and Billie.

They nodded their head in agreement and hugged each person goodbye.

Once the four of them were out of the house, Noah grabbed onto his sister’s arm escorting her down the stairs. They made their way to the car before hopping in.

Arriving at the hotel where the event was to be held, Noah stopped his sister before walking in. “Mom’s are right, you look beautiful. Ryan’s a lucky guy.”

She nodded slightly, hoping he didn't notice her face falter at his name.

“You okay?”

“Yea yea, I’m fine. Just nervous. A lot of people will be here.”

It was an easy excuse for anything as everyone knew she had bad anxiety.

“You’ll be fine, I’m right here with you.” He smiled linking their arms.

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It was hours later and the night was going smoothly. Bella had found a couple of her friends that also had parents in the force, so she was comfortable.

The group had been chatting about funny things their parents had done when Bella’s phone went off.

“Sorry guys, I’ll be right back.” She smiled leaving the group and walking outside to the foyer.

“What are you doing here? I thought you said you weren’t gonna come?” She stated looking at him.

“I just couldn’t resist seeing my beautiful girlfriend.” He slurred. “But it looks like she doesn’t want to see me.”

“Are you drunk?”

“No, of course not.” He stumbled forward slightly as she caught his body.

“Ryan. Here sit down.” She ushered him to a seat against the wall. Grabbing a water bottle from a nearby table she opened it and handed it to him. “Drink this, hopefully, you can sober up slightly before your parents or anyone else sees.”

“Who cares about them. All that matters is you.”

“Yeah, sure.” She whispered, rolling her eyes.

“What? You can’t still be mad at me. I love you Belly Welly.”

“Ryan stop it. You can’t just go round making comments without thinking of other people's feelings.” She started to get emotional. “You know my Dad is a touchy topic for me. It isn’t fair what you said.”

“Well, it's true. I'm not surprised he left.”

And that was it. He said it for the second time.

Bella took a breath trying not to cry. Before she could say anything else another voice cut in.

“Bella. What are you doing out here? Mom’s have been looking for you everywhere and their starting to get worri-”

“Noah! My main man.” Ryan said standing and falling into Noah's arms. Another one of her friends was with him, Sarah.

“Ryan? Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect! I was just telling your sist-”

“He's drunk Noah.” She cut him off looking at her brother. “Sarah, can you go get his Dad or something?”

“Yea, of course.” She quickly ran off.

“Dude you're nineteen. Which means you're underage.” He sighed pushing him back down into the seat. “Why are you even drinking anyway?”

“Because of this girl right here.” He pointed at her. “Because she's mad at me.”

“What?” He looked at her.

“It's nothing, Noah. But Ryan needs to go home.”

“No!” He raised his voice as he stood up again. “See this is what I was talking about. You're just so, so... so controlling. Every little thing I do. And that's why I said what I said. It's true and you know it. You don’t deserve one anyway.”

A tear fell down Bella’s cheek and she quickly wiped it away.

“Ryan, stop. Remember that's my sister you’re talking to. Now, whatever is going on between you two or whatever you claim she did. She doesn’t deserve to be yelled at by you, okay?” Noah said stepping in front of his sister.

“Noah! Bella!”

It was Olivia, Amanda and Ryan’s Dad, David.

“What's going on here?” Olivia asked looking between the 3 teens. She could tell something was off just by looking at her daughter.

“He's drunk,” Noah stated moving to stand beside his sister.

“Your drunk?” David asked.

“So what if I am! I needed it to survive the shit that she gives me.” He pointed at Bella again stumbling towards her.

Before he could get any closer Olivia and Amanda stepped in front of her.

“What did you just say about my daughter?” Amanda asked narrowing her eyes at him.

“Well, it's true. All she ever does is nag and annoy me. I'm just saying I can see why her Dad didn't want her.”

And that was it. Noah snapped. He moved in front of his moms and punched Ryan before pushing him up against the wall.

“Say anything about my sister again and I swear to god-” He yelled in his face.

The three adults pulled Noah off of Ryan as David turned to him. “You don’t ever speak to a woman like that. Do you hear me?!”

“Sureeee.” He slurred smirking.

“You need to go, Ryan,” Olivia said, her mama bear side starting to kick in. “Or you'll get a whole lot worse for talking to my daughter like that.”

“I’m not leaving.” He stated sitting down in the chair.

“We're not gonna say it again,” Amanda growled.

“And I said I’m not leaving.” He leaned forward.

“Ry-” David was cut off.

“It’s fine.”

Everyone turned to look at Bella. It was the first thing she had said since her parents got there.

“Bel-”

“No, it’s fine. He can stay. But I’m going.” She said grabbing her purse.

Before anyone could stop her she turned and walked out of the building.

“Mom, Mama, don't worry I'll go after her and walk her home,” Noah said giving each of his moms a quick kiss on the cheek before running after his sister. “Bells wait up.”

“And there she goes, running away again. Like father, like daughter.” Ryan sighed, leaning back.

Amanda moved forward swiftly slapping him across the cheek. “Let's go.” She turned back towards her wife, linked hands and followed in the direction her two eldest just went.

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