i had a little drink about an hour ago

10 seconds || Dan Howell

A/N: this is a little idea I had, it’s something I guess. 

Word Count: 1.2K

POV: Reader


Originally posted by danteko

Keeping a relationship a secret is a good idea, right?

No, not at all.

‘Can’t wait to see you tonight, baby.’

I read Dan’s text message with a huge smile as I stood in front of my closet, trying to figure out what to wear. There were so many options and at the same time there were none.

Dan and I had been dating-ish for two months now without telling anybody. We were afraid of how people would react since nobody would have ever expected us two to get together. We wanted to be sure about this before we told somebody else.

It was a Friday night and Dan’s friends were throwing a party. He invited me to come with him, not as his date though. I was worried about who to talk to tonight since none of my close friends were going and I also didn’t know about how to interact with Dan in public.

I had to park my car a little further away from the house where the party was held at because all of the good parking spots were taken already, signalizing that a lot of people came.

As I walked into the big house so late that Dan must have arrived an hour ago, I immediately spotted him drinking beer with his friends. They were joking about something and laughing out loud from time to time. Since Dan and his friends were by far the most popular and attractive guys in our town a lot of females were surrounding them, trying to start a conversation.

I had to stop myself from smiling at Dan who noticed me the second I walked into the room. He was clearly checking me out in my dress that wasn’t too fancy but he seemed to like it anyway. I also had to stop myself from telling those girls to back off my boyfriend.

Sweaty bodies were dancing to music that was shitty and way too loud. There was alcohol everywhere and people were flirting with strangers while getting drunk. A typical teenager party therefore. Some people just live for weekends like this.

I talked to a few girls that I knew from school. They were updating me on all the recent gossip since I wasn’t good with stuff like that. I never hung out with the ‘cool and scandalous kids’.

“I heard Tiffany tell her friends at school today that she wants to get with Dan tonight.” Jessica, one of the girls I had chemistry class with told me under her breath. I nearly chocked on my drink at her words.

“Dan as in Dan Howell?” I asked her, gritting my teeth while trying to not sound too interested.

“What other Dan is there?” She wanted to know, indirectly answering my question.

Great. Miss Popular was after my guy not knowing that he was already taken. By me!

“Let’s play Truth or Dare” Somebody shouted in between two songs. The response was quite diverse. Some people seemed to really hate the game while others seemed to love it.

“C’mon let’s play.” Jessica excitedly exclaimed, grabbed my arm and dragged me along with her.

“I really don’t wan-“ I was in the middle of saying as she made me sit down on the floor where everybody who was playing was already gathered in a circle.

My eyes suddenly landed on Dan who was sat right opposite me. He didn’t look that comfortable either and I could clearly hear his friend Jason tell him “I bet it will be fun, don’t be so boring!”

There was a little twinkle in Dan’s eyes as he saw me and he raised his eyebrow surprised to see me here. He was looking as handsome as ever. His hair was a little bit curly and he was wearing the black leather jacket that I loved so much on him.  

A guy I had never seen around before started spinning an empty glass bottle and it landed right on Jason, making Dan smirk.

“Truth or Dare” the guy asked Jason. He obviously said ‘Dare’ since he was an outgoing guy and up for almost any challenge.

“I dare you to knock on the neighbour’s door in just your underwear and ask him if you can borrow a jar of peanut butter.”

“What the fuck, mate?!” Jason shouted as everybody laughed and some girls giggled.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked the guy who dared him to do this as he started to take off his shirt, revealing his toned chest.

People started to whistle as Jason walked to the door and opened it wearing nothing but his boxers.

“It’s freezing outside!” he complained as he wrapped his arms around his own body for warmth, shielding his nipples from the cold air of the night.

He quickly ran across the street, as he saw that no car was in sight. The neighbour, a 50 year old man, was not too pleased to see Jason.

“I’m going to call the cops, you dumb pack of teenagers!” he shouted after Jason as he sprinted back into the house after he was obviously denied some peanut butter.

We were laughing our butts off while Jason’s cheeks were bright red from running and embarrassment.

“It will be fun, right?” Dan asked Jason, making me giggle.

We continued playing and after a few rounds the bottle still hadn’t landed on me or Dan. One of Tiffany’s friends was just dared by a guy to take her shirt off was now spinning the bottle in a pink Victoria Secrets bra.

It landed on the devil herself, Tiffany.

“Dare” she said and I already had a weird feeling in my stomach region.

“I dare you to kiss Dan for at least 10 seconds.”

My mouth hung open as I tried to suppress a gasp.

Tiffany was seductively smirking at my boyfriend whose eyes had grown wide in shock. He was taking a quick glance at me. His face spoke of panic as Tiffany said, “A dare is a dare, right?”

With that being said she pressed her lips onto my boyfriend’s, making my heart sink. And those 10 seconds were the hardest 10 seconds of my life.


I swallowed hard although my mouth was completely dry


I tried looking away, but I couldn’t 


My blood started to boil as I watched Tiffany eagerly kiss my boyfriend


My cheeks grew bright red as anger filled every inch of my body


I wanted to rip my heart out just so it wouldn’t hurt that much


I wanted to yell for them to stop but I had to sit here in silence


My hands started to shake with anger as they were clenched into fists


My eyes got watery and the first tears were about to spill


I decided to get up and leave, not being able to bear this anymore


I lef-

Dan pushed Tiffany off his body right before I could get up to leave.

“Y/N is my girlfriend!” he shouted and all eyes suddenly landed on me.

Forever My Love-Isaac Lahey

Valentine’s Collection:#14

Teen Wolf Imagine: #113

Word Count: 1,565

Warnings: Mention of Allison’s Death. That’s all I can really remember.

Summary: 10 Years after Isaac leaves Beacon Hills, and Y/N, the two reunite in Paris.

A/n: The last day of the collection! We started with Isaac and we end with Isaac. This is my favorite by far and I am so happy with how it turned out and I hope you are as well.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Originally posted by iglovequotes


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Pretty Damn Respectable

Request: “Hi, this is my first ever request. I was wondering if you could do a story with either Sam and dean with the reader and it being her first time having sex? Hoping it could be really sweet but also detailed smut. Thanks” - @noodle2211

Pairing: Sam x virgin!Reader

Warnings; I mean, obviously smut, so there’s that

A/n: how could I not use this gif also sorry for how shitty this turned out. writing a fic at 2 in the morning probably wasn’t a great idea

Originally posted by hunterchesters

“So, then she tries to ask me for my number, and I swear, after the night we had together I almost gave it to her.” Dean told Sam, laughing.

“Dude. You need some friends, cause frankly, as your brother, I don’t want to hear about your conquests in that much detail.” 

Dean shrugged. “Yeah, well. Anyways, that reminds me, how was Y/N?” He asked, smirking.

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xXAaragoornXx (more commonly referred to as Jeffery) was the first to leave. He was a kid with stories, always talking about the super advanced computers his dad owned that didn’t need a loading screen, or about his family’s trips to Europe over the summer with wealthy relatives and tons of expensive toys. I was more than a little envious, looking at my sad, old computer and thinking about summer at camp. I probably should have known better, but I was a kid myself.

He was online less and less, absent for weeks at a time. Eventually, he came clean. He wasn’t rich, his parents weren’t famous, and he didn’t have a mansion filled with gadgets he’d received two years before their release date. He was a poor kid, and his mom couldn’t pay the internet bill. He’d be offline for a while. A month, two at the most. Then they’d be alright again.

xXAaragoornXx Last logged On: 18,112 days ago.

MuffinPuffin (Amanda) was the next to go. She was a casual in our group, taking time to chat and play around with us as an escape from her 1.2 billion other activities. Her parents had signed her up for piano lessons, and she just needed a few extra hours to practice in the evening for a little while. But she’d be back one day. She’d post her songs when she got better. She’d invite us to a concert when she hit it big.

Of all of us, MuffinPuffin was probably the most likely to succeed. Music, science, sports; she did it all. I did a search for her username yesterday, but all I found was an abandoned blog for a part time barista struggling to make it with three kids. I looked at the picture, at the woman with weary eyes and stiff smile. And I wondered.

MuffinPuffin Last Logged On: 17,762 days ago.

SlayerXXX (Billy) never seemed to sleep. Any hour of the day or night, he was always there, ready to talk. When we role played, he was always an assassin, jumping from rooftop to rooftop and sliding his blades into unsuspecting victims. I asked him, once, if he ever did anything outside the chatroom, and he only lol’d at me. Why would he want to leave? He had everything he ever wanted right here.

His last message was from his dad. Billy had passed away from a terminal illness. His dad wanted to thank us for making his son’s last few years meaningful. Billy was bed bound and didn’t go to school or have any friends, and the pain often kept him awake at night. But despite the hardship, he always smiled when he talked about us, his friends.

SlayerXXX Last Logged On: 17,500 days ago.

DrAgOnFiRe99 (Jay) slowly lost interest, fading away over months for no reason at all. He’d outgrown us, I suppose. It happened, but sometimes I still wondered why he didn’t want to hang out with us anymore. Weren’t we friends?

DrAgOnFiRe99 Last Logged On: 17,452 days ago.

AirDragonAx (Ana) joined another chatroom now that ours had become so quiet. There were so few of us left now. Sometimes she’d go days without seeing us online just because our hours were different. We were a little older now, and we had other things to do besides play pretend on our childhood chatroom.

AirDragonAx Last Logged On: 17,392 days ago.

123ninj4 (Greg) was the last to hang on. We talked often, long into the night after class, and then after work. He was my friend through high school. Sometimes, in those cringe-worthy years, he felt like the only true friend I had. He liked to drink, though. He liked to party, and he boasted often about driving drunk. He was a better driver when drunk, he said.

I told him not to. I told him it was stupid, that he’d get caught. It wasn’t worth it. When he didn’t log on for two weeks, I thought I’d annoyed him. But two weeks turned to three, then three turned to six, ten, twenty.

123ninj4 Last Logged On: 14,559 days ago.

—  Kathiana

like-a-whisper  asked:

this entire time I thought I was following you and for some reason I wasn't?? ridiculous, anyway, just wanted to stop by and leave a prompt for the 4 words - 'Who were you with?' :)

haha, well, sometimes Tumblr likes to randomly unfollow people, it’s done that to me before… in any case, thanks for the prompt! hope you like it! 💕


Who Were You With?

Be cool, Ron told himself as he walked through the door on Friday evening. The afternoon had gone well, exactly as he’d hoped, in fact, and so he greeted Hermione happily with a kiss on the lips and flopped down onto the sofa beside her. She closed the book in her lap and shifted around to face him, appearing puzzled.

“You’re back late,” she commented. “Hasn’t the shop been closed for a few hours now?”

Her tone wasn’t suspicious, just curious, but Ron still had to focus all of his energy into staying casual.

“Yeah, I went out for a drink.” It was true, he reminded himself, even if he was failing to mention that he actually hadn’t gone in to the shop at all that day.

“Oh, really? Who were you with?”


“Huh.” Hermione pursed her lips and regarded him curiously. “That’s very interesting, because Harry Floo-called here about an hour ago looking for you.”

Shit. Shit shit shit. “Well, Harry left before I did, and then I was just hanging out with George.”

He fully hated spinning this little web of lies - he was always honest with Hermione, always - but it was necessary in this case, and it would pay off soon enough.

Unfortunately, Hermione looked thoroughly unconvinced.

“What aren’t you telling me?” she asked warily, inching away from him and making his heart sink.

“Nothing, I was just with Harry-”

“I just talked to him and he didn’t mention a thing about seeing you, so why are you lying to me?” she demanded to know, jumping up from the sofa to stand over him.

“You really want to know?” Ron challenged, rising to his feet as well.

“So you admit it wasn’t Harry!” she exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Honestly, Ron-”

“I was with your dad,” he blurted out, stunning her into silence. He hated for the jig to be up like this, but it was better than her thinking he was being unfaithful to her.

“My dad?” This almost seemed to amuse her. “Why, do you need dental work done?”

“No, it’s not a big deal, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you and my dad drinking buddies now?”

Ron scowled at how hilarious she found the concept - her parents had always seemed to like him well enough, and again, the afternoon in question couldn’t have gone better.

“No, it’s - do you really want to know?” he asked again, resigning himself to the fact that nothing really ever went according to plan when it came to him and Hermione.


“I was asking him for his blessing to ask you to marry me,” Ron declared, watching as her expression turned from exasperation to shock, “and I know you think that’s old-fashioned and weird, but it’s what my family does and I did it.”

“And… what did he say?” she asked, her voice small and shaking.

“He was fine with it,” said Ron. Actually, what Mr. Granger had said was that he couldn’t have chosen a better husband for his daughter, but Ron felt he would keep that close to the vest for now. One shocking tidbit of news at a time, he reasoned.

The faintest hint of a smile was playing on Hermione’s lips.

“Are you asking me to marry you?” She sounded incredulous, and yet pleased by the thought.

“Not yet,” he replied casually. “But I will.”


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Brownie Thief

Summary: Someone stole Youngjae’s brownie, so you and Youngjae start interrogating the other members of GOT7 to find out who the thief is.

Genre: Smut

Length: 2231

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Youngjae walked over to the refrigerator in GOT7’s dorm. He opened it up and searched through it. When he couldn’t find what he was looking for, he started frantically searching through the different shelves and drawers. “No, I can’t believe it’s gone!” he exclaimed.

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Playing Games || Part Five

Nick and Griffin think about the previous night. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. The boys become taste buds. Nick and Griffin  watch his on screen doppelganger. Griffin makes Nick feel real good. Griffin gives into temptation.

It was 11 AM when Nick pulled himself out of his deep slumber, blurry eyed and foggy minded. His room in the suite was lit with golden sun peaking out from behind the thick curtains, the sounds of traffic and indistinct voices below robbing him from the silence he needed to think. For, as soon as he’d woke, his mind had replayed the events of last night. Not only did he remember the kiss, or rather the kiss that could have been, but he also remembered that moment in the Uber when he’d been looking at Griffin. Nick hadn’t wanted to accept it for so long, how deep his feelings had gotten, but now it was all he could think about. His heart would race as he even just thought of the possibility of his feelings being returned. Inversely, his heart ached at the, much more probable, possibility that they weren’t.

Nick wanted to be a realist about this. He wanted to protect himself from being disappointed. The last thing he wanted to do was foolishly expect something that could never happen. But…

But the events of last night kept hope alive.

Nick had been proud of himself for standing his ground, but now he was angry. The vision of himself, towering over Griffin as he joked on the couch’s armrest, being so close, close enough to see his stubble, feel his warmth, smell the alcohol on his breath, and not kissing him made Nick want to fade away completely. What an idiot.

Perhaps only because it hadn’t happened, Nick was sure that if it had, Griffin would fall just as hard as he had. If he could have only kissed him, really kissed him, talking about ‘push him up against the couch, hands in his hair, tongue in his mouth’ total kind of make out, then Griffin would have felt all the same things Nick did. How could he not?

Nick kicked the covers off, a groan escaping him that crescendoed into a soft scream as Nick turned his face into the hotel’s pillow.

It was half past 11 when Nick finally emerged from his room, dressed in only loose fitting sweatpants and an old Cool Games Inc tshirt he’d had. Griffin was lounging on the couch, laptop in his lap, typing away at something while wearing sunglasses. Nick expelled a silent laugh through his nose, leaning against the doorframe. “Hung over?”

Griffin didn’t pull his eyes away from whatever he was doing on the screen. His headache had went away a few hours ago, but he’d left the sunglasses on, mostly because he couldn’t be bothered to pull them off. “Only a little. You really shouldn’t let me drink so much, Nicholas.”

“You’re a grown man, Griffy, you don’t need a keeper.” Nick crossed the small distance between the door and the couch, perching on the arm, just as Griffin had only a few hours ago. It made him wonder if Griffin’s comment had been about the hangover or if he’d really been talking about the kiss. Or almost kiss. Whatever.

“Maybe you do. You missed breakfast.” It wasn’t until Griffin mentioned it that he noticed the empty feeling in his stomach. “I saved you a donut though.” Griffin still didn’t look at Nick, but he tilted his head in the direction of the counter where there was indeed a frosted strawberry donut.

“Aw, you do care about me,” Nick joked, moving to retrieve the donut, carrying it back to the little living room, this time opting to sit in the armchair. Breaking off pieces of the frosted pastry, Nick stuffed his mouth with one hand, the other scrolling through his twitter feed. He’d noticed that Griffin had posted not too long ago, and it almost made Nick laugh. It was something old people would shit themselves over, both of them being on twitter at the same time while being in the same room, but to Nick, it was nice. It was comfortable. Both boys could appreciate silence just as much as a good goof.

About 20 minutes later, Griffin finally shut his laptop’s lid, drawing Nick’s eyes to him. Griffin was looking at him too and he’d taken off his sunglasses, lazily pushing them to the top of his head. His eyes were rimmed with dark shadows of missing sleep. “Wow, you look like hell,” Nick commented.

That almost made Griffin crack a smile, the corners of his lips just barely twitching. “Please, Nicholas, don’t flatter me.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Like you need any flattering.”

That piqued Griffin’s interest, an eyebrow raising, “Are you implying I’m egotistical?” When Nick only shrugged, Griffin laughed at that absurdity. “What about this,” He gestured to himself, “Makes you think I’m oozing confidence?”

Man, what an opening that was. Although Nick had come to terms with his feelings, and he could joke about them with Griffin, he didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, so he held his tongue. Griffin didn’t need to hear about just how attractive Nick thought he was. Instead he said, “Now you’re just fishing for compliments.”

Griffin waved him off with a dismissing noise. Nick wondered briefly if Griffin had wanted to hear his opinion, or if he’d needed to hear it. But the moment had passed. “I was going to tell you something, but you distracted me,” Griffin finally got out.

“Distracted you? You were the one staring at me.” When Griffin didn’t answer, which was an answer in of itself, Nick’s cheeks warmed up and his heart thumped just a little harder.

“I’m spending the day with Trav and Juice, is what I wanted to tell you.”

Oh. Nick deflated just a bit. It was their last day in LA, and thus their last day together. Nick almost, almost, thought it was because Griffin felt awkward about their kiss but he quickly spoke up before Nick could form the thought, “We booked some tours a while ago, or I’d ask you to come.” Nick nodded understandingly, determined to not become jealous of Griffin’s own brothers. “We should really watch a movie tonight though. Since you were so tired last night.”

Nick’s breath hitched. Although he’d figured Griffin wouldn’t be awkward about the previous night, he was surprised to hear him joke about it so casually. He nodded numbly, mumbling out, “For sure.”

Once he’d left, Griffin let out a breath he’d been holding ever since Nick had woke up. Every time he looked at him, Griffin would remember the night before. So many unexpected things had happened. Griffin had asked Nick to kiss him. And he didn’t do it. Even more surprising, Griffin had been disappointed. The kiss in the elevator had been on his mind ever since it had happened, and it had taken him until last night to realize why. He had liked it. Or at least, it had made him curious. He wanted another. Just to be sure about what he was feeling.

But Nick had refused to give it to him.

And it had been fair. If Griffin wanted to do it, he would have to do it himself. But…he couldn’t. Not last night at least. But the longer he spent around Nick, the more his resolve strengthened. The more time they spent together, the more Griffin wanted to kiss him. If he hadn’t had plans for the day, he was sure he would have broke and kissed him already. No, he nearly had, when he’d took off his sunglasses, turning to him to tell him about his plans, he’d gotten caught up looking at him. His lips.

He didn’t know what had changed. Maybe Nick refusing to kiss him had actually made Griffin want him more. Enough to initiate a kiss? Yes. Griffin was sure of that. He couldn’t spend another night in the suite without it. But his time frame was rapidly closing.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, Griffin could feel his anxiety nagging at him. His mind– no, his heart– yearning for someone on the other side of the city.

It was already dusk when Griffin made it back to the hotel. Nick, who was having a late dinner, was sitting on the ground, his laptop open on the coffee table, playing a video as he ate from a Chinese container in his lap. He was still wearing his sweats and tshirt, although his hair was wet, as if he’d just showered not too long ago.

“Hey,” Griffin greeted, looking down at Nick on the floor, a bemused expression on his face. “What are you doing?”

“Watching Kiki’s Delivery Service,” Nick answered around a mouth full of chicken and rice.

Griffin tried to contain his laughter. “Why though?”

“I kept seeing it all over twitter. Everyone is comparing you to Tombo. Have you seen the edit of you as Tombo and me as Kiki? It’s cute.” When Griffin shook his head, Nick patted the ground beside himself. “I’ll show it to you when the movie is over.”

Griffin hesitated for a moment, and then folded himself up to fit next to Nick.

They watched the movie in silence for a bit, and then Griffin broke the quiet when he said, “Hey. Hey bud? Hey taste bud?” Once he’d drew Nick’s attention he pointed to the container that Nick had mostly abandoned. “Let me get some of that sweet chicken.”

Nick laughed, stabbing a piece with his fork, holding it out to Griffin. He had assumed he would take it, but instead Griffin leaned forward with his mouth. Playfully, Nick jerked it away, making Griffin close his mouth full of air, an expression of exasperation on his face. “Sorry, sorry, here.” Nick tried again, thrusting the fork toward Griffin, only this time he moved it upwards, booping the chicken onto his nose. Some of the stickiness transferred to him. Griffin opened his mouth to yell at him, but Nick finally gave him the bite he’d been wanting, which shut him up.

Once he’d finished chewing, Griffin slapped Nick’s arm. “Jerk. You were supposed to be my taste bud.”

Wetting his thumb with his mouth, Nick reached out to wipe away the stickiness, “I told you I do it.” Once he’d successfully wiped the stickiness away, Nick muttered, “There. How did it taste?”

“Better than the controller you fed me last time.”

“I didn’t think you were going to actually put your mouth on it. Hm. After that and the banana I’m beginning to think you have a bit of an oral fixation.”

Griffin flushed. And then he stuck his tongue out.

As the movie neared it’s end, Nick’s eyes had began to droop. Even though he’d slept in, the last few days had been exhausting and long. And movies always put him in a sleepy mood. His head leaned to rest on Griffin’s shoulder, both pairs of eyes still watching the screen. “Hey, Griff?” Griffin didn’t look away from the movie, but he made a questioning noise. “Can you scratch my back?”

Nick loved to have his back scratched, or his arms, or anywhere on his body really. It was one of the most euphoric feelings for him. Although he’d never asked Griffin to do it before, but sitting side by side with Griffin, watching a movie in an oh so domestic fashion, it was the only thing that could make the night even better. If Griffin thought the request was strange, he didn’t show it, and his only answer was the light scraping of nails on his back. Nick melted under those fingers.

For the duration of the end of the movie, Griffin kept scratching. He scratched simple patterns in an unconscious effort. It was actually soothing, for both boys. And by the time the credits were rolling, Nick’s breathing was steady, a telltale sign of sleeping.

Nicholas,” Griffin whispered softly, and then he muttered it a little louder when he didn’t get an answer, shaking Nick’s shoulder a bit.

Groggily, Nick sat up, rubbing at his eyes. “Griffin?” He asked, momentarily confused.

“Come on,” Griffin said, standing up, “You should probably get to bed.” He lent Nick a hand to help pull himself up. Nick did, yawning as he did so. Only when he was standing, Griffin didn’t let go. Instead, he tugged them into Nick’s room. Nick, brain still clouded with remnants of sleep, almost joked about being able to find his bed on his own, but wisely he chose, at the last second, to stay quiet.

“Are you going to scratch me some more?” Nick asked instead, peeling off his shirt as he fell atop the bed, burying his face in the pillow.

Griffin hesitated for a moment before answering. He hadn’t known what he was planning to do. “I guess so,” He finally responded, to which Nick could only mumble his joyus response. Griffin took a seat at the edge of the bed, timidly, suddenly nervous, and the fact that Nick was shirtless didn’t help. But he did, eventually, reach out his fingers, lightly raking them up and down Nick’s fleshy back. He scratched his shoulders. Down the backs of his arms. He just kept scratching, silent in the dark room, until he noticed Nick’s breathing fall into a steady rhythm.

Even then, Griffin kept scratching, curling up on the small sliver of bed Nick had allotted him, enjoying the simple, monotonous movement. Eventually, Griffin was laying down too, rolled over on his side to face Nick. He watched him as he moved his fingers along his back, just half of his face visible, the other half pressed into the pillow. The moonlight lit him up in a pale bath of white light. His lips were slightly parted, breathing in and out softly. For the first time, it occurred to Griffin that Nick was beautiful.

Before he understood what he was doing, Griffin was leaning forward, lips brushing Nick’s cheek softly. He pulled back quickly, watching to see if he would wake. Only he didn’t, and Griffin resumed his scratching, feeling emboldened. He used that newfound strength to, a few moments later, push forward again, this time letting their lips just briefly brush in the softest of kisses.

There was no fireworks. No electricity. None of the things you might hear about in a romance novel that sounded more painful than pleasurable. No, it was none of those things, but it was nice. It was an undeniably good feeling to kiss Nick. To kiss someone you loved. And Griffin did love him. As a best friend, at the very least. Maybe more. To kiss him was a warmth that spread throughout his body, it was a steadying of his nervous heartbeat, feeling comfortable with their lips pressed. It was just a good feeling.

And he found himself wanting to do it again. And again. But he held off, instead turning his head to look at the ceiling, pondering what this meant. What this made him.

He decided that he didn’t care.


For the Anon who asked for 294 (I’m really drunk please help me) 279 (Is it possible I love you too much?) 195 (Please don’t leave me. Everyone always leaves.) 24 (I love you) with Hotch

You’d gone out with the girls, your old college friends and you’d had a little too much fun. Your tolerance for alcohol must have dropped since college. You’d had four drinks and you were definitely feeling the buzz, strong buzz. You’d told your friends about him. About Hotch. They’d oo’d and ahh’d and poked fun at you for your little crush and then it was over. Or so you thought.
“I betchu she won’ do it.” Your former roommate, Keely, says with a smirk on her face.
“Bet who won’t do what?” You ask sounding far more sober than you feel. Keely is worse off than you are but she’s far better than her worst.
“Tha’ you won’ call yer hot boss.” She clarifies.
“Damn straight I won’t.”
That was three hours ago. “Hotch.” You mutter into the phone you’re so lost. Oh god are you lost. “I’m really drunk. Please help me.”
“Where are you?” He sounds concerned.
“I dunno.” You admit with tears filling your eyes. Leaving the bar without your friends was a bad idea, they were going to another bar and you’d had enough.
“Let me call Garcia so I can get a location on you.”
“Thank you.” He shows up twenty minutes later. You’ve never been so relieved to see him. “Hotch.” You sigh, hugging him tightly.
“Yea I’m here.” He mutters his hand caressing the back of your head.
“Please don’t leave me. Everyone always leaves.”
“I’m not going anywhere. I am going to take you home.”
“Home. Home. Sounds nice.” You mutter, he gently untangles your arms from his neck.
“Come on let’s go to the car.” He says gently.
“I love you.” You say with a smile as he loops an arm around your waist guiding you to the SUV he’d left parked haphazardly on the side of the road.
“Alright. Careful.” He helps you into the SUV then circles the car and climbs in.
“Thanks you.”
“Anytime. I’ll always come for you.”
“You will?”
“Is it possible I love you too much?”
“No.” He says you look at him startled. “You have to know how I feel about you.” He says reaching a hand over to you, you’re surprised at his forward behavior but you try to look like its no surprise.
“Oh. Um, do I?”
“I should probably wait until you’re sober shouldn’t I?”
“Probabally. I mean probilly.” You giggle softly, “Probably.”
“Alright. You’re coming home with me. You’re too drunk to be alone.”
“Mkay.” He laughs softly ask you curl up into a ball in the chair and crash hard. You don’t wake up when he gets home, you don’t wake when he unbuckles your seatbelt. You don’t wake when he carries you into his apartment or when he lays you down on his bed. You still don’t wake when he lays down next to you, and wraps an arm around you then kisses your cheek. If you would have woken you might have seen him smile softly, as he watched you sleep.

Request: My Person - A Robbie Kay x Reader imagine

Request: Hey are you taking requests? If you are you write an angst Peter/ Robbie imagine where he chooses another girl over the reader (the reader and Pan or Robbie whichever you choose are not together) making the reader very sad and insecure? You can end it however way you want! 

A/N: Dear lord this took me way to long to get finished for you and I am so sorry! I hate taking so long to get requests done for you guys and I just want to say I’m Sorry a million times! I hope this is somewhat what you want! Hope you enjoy!

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I Got A Boy - Chapter 11

IGAB Tag / FF.net / AO3


“You. Look. Fantastic,” Piper said, holding two thumbs up and grinning.

“Really?” Annabeth asked, as she twisted and turned to get a look at herself in the full-length mirror in Piper’s room. She was wearing Piper’s uniform - the plaid green skirt falling an inch above her knee, the blouse knotted and tucked in the back to better hug her figure, and Piper’s backpack slung over her shoulders - complete with knee-high socks and Mary Janes borrowed from the girl across the hall. She looked like a rightful Herald student.

In about an hour, Luke would take her to Hestia’s Hearth, the downtown coffee shop that Piper had recommended. He would ask her about her life and school and Annabeth would lie again. But was it really all that different? School was school. She just had to replace some pronouns.

“Really,” Piper assured. “Seriously, you’re Annabeth on the outside now too. No one’s even going to notice.”

“I haven’t worn a bra in weeks. This feels weird.” Annabeth cupped her breasts and shifted them around. It was a relief to be able to breathe properly again, she had to admit.

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@cfjvstice /Continued from here

“Haven’t had much to drink actually, the scent lingers though so I don’t blame you for your assumptions. I work here but my shift ended about a half hour or so ago.” 

Chris set his glass down, smiling. Wasn’t the first time this had happened and each time he finds a little joy from it. Although he definitly wasn’t helping his cause by saying she was in the presence of ‘ancient wisdom.’ It was true but she didn’t need to know that. Others would argue he wasn’t that wise, but he liked to think he knew a fair bit about the world. 

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*waves* love your writing! can I request a fic about claire getting her courses while newly married to jamie and him being all attentive *seeing as he keeps track of these things :p* while claire's a little bit embarrassed by it but jamie reassures her ? Lurker out.

*waves fanatically back* Hi darling!! So glad you dropped me an ask!! I hope you like it! (feel free to direct message me if you want I promise I won’t bite!)

She hadn’t come down for lunch. They’d been married a short time, but he thought he knew her well enough by now. Spend weeks on the road with someone and you’ll know them well. Spend several nights sleeping beside someone and you know them better. It was very unlike Claire to miss meals.

He piled some food onto a plate and ran up the stairs to their room. The door was bolted shut.


All he heard on the other side of the door was a moan.

“Claire? Are ye alright, lass?”

“I’m fine.”

Something was wrong. Her voice wasn’t right. Frowning hard, he thought furiously about what could have caused such a change in her mood. She’d been perfectly happy this morning.

“I’ve brought ye some lunch.”

There was a creaking sound and he heard feet shuffle to the door. When it unbolted, he opened it and slipped inside.

She looked ill. Her hair was a mess and a sheen of sweat covered her face. They hadn’t been wed a full month yet, but he’d been around Jenny enough to know when it was a female’s monthly course.

“Come here to me, mo nighean donn. Let me take care of ye.”

“No,” she protested. “I’ll be alright. I just have to wait for… Damn it!”

She hunched over, balled fists tight against her abdomen. Seeing her in pain sent ice through his blood. He couldn’t stand the sight of it and do nothing.

“I think Mrs. Fitz has a tea she gives to lassies wi’ monthly pains. Should I get ye some?”

“No, no. I’ll be alright. Really. I’m just not hungry at the moment.”

“Thirsty, then?”

Her eyes drifted up to his as she stood a little straighter.

“Maybe a little.”

“I’ll go and fetch us some water. Just go have a lie down, aye?”

Claire nodded and went back to the bed, curling up into the smallest ball she could.

Jamie was determined to get her something to help ease her pains. Anything to take her torment away.

“Och Jamie my dear! How are ye?” Mrs. Fitz said loudly when he stormed into the kitchen.

“I’m well, Mrs. Fitz, I thank ye. Might I ask ye a wee favor?”

“Of course lad, what is it?”

“Do ye have something for a lass’s monthly? Something to help ease the pain a bit?”

Her eyes narrowed for a moment before she remembered that he was a married man.

“Och! Is yon poor lassie having a rough time of it, then?”

“Aye, she is. She sent me to fetch her some water, so if ye have something that willna take long, I would much appreciate it.”

“Of course, laddie. Give me just a moment and I’ll have something for ye.”

Not five minutes later, she came back to him with a tray of tea things.

“I’ve got the tea steeping at the moment, but it should be cool enough to drink by the time ye get back upstairs.”

“I thank ye, Mrs. Fitz.”

She smiled tenderly up at him and cupped his cheek in her worn hand.

“Your da raised ye well. Now go and care for your wife, laddie.”

As quickly and as carefully as he could, he hopped up the stairs back to the room he shared with Claire.

She was still curled up in a ball on the bed, but she had more color in her face.

“I thought it was taking too long for water,” she muttered.

“Aye. Mrs. Fitz says this will help wi’ the pain a bit. At least make it no’ as sharp.”

Claire sat up and pushed her damp hair from her face.

“You didn’t have to go to all that trouble. I’ll be fine tomorrow.”

“It’s no trouble, Sassenach. I promised ye that I’d care for ye and that’s what I’m doing. Here. Drink this.”

She took the cup and sipped at the tea. It smelled quite sour, but he didn’t have to drink it so he didn’t mind. Her face scrunched up at the taste though, so it must be similar to it’s smell.

“This is positively horrid.”

“Aye, I ken it is. But is it helping?”

She nodded and took another drink.

“It is, a little.”

“Why did ye no’ have something sooner? Surely ye ken which of your wee herbs would have helped.”

“I do, but I didn’t have a chance to get down to my surgery, or to the kitchens for Mrs. Fitz. I tried to get up about a quarter of an hour ago, but I got dizzy and almost fainted.”

He nodded and looked at her a little harder.

“Is that your other shift?”

Blinking rapidly, she looked down.

“How did you know the difference? They’re identical.”

“Close, but not quite identical. The other one is yellowed a bit more than this one. It’s older. What happened to the one ye had this morning?”

She bit her lip and looked down.

“I, ah… I bled on it.”

“Ye have it soaking in something?”

“I do.”

“Good. Then drink yer tea and get some rest.”

With her tea finished, he gathered it up on the tray and sat with her until she was asleep. Then he got up and went to check on her soaking shift. 

Sure enough, the water was slightly pink. He’d cleaned his own blood out of enough shirts to be familiar with the process. While she slept, he did his best to get the stain out. The monotony of the task let his mind wander a bit. If she’d gotten her monthly course, it meant she wasn’t with child. But they’d only been married a short time. No doubt the other women of the castle were giving her all sorts of tips and tricks to help her get with child. He wondered absently what she thought about it, about having a child. But no, that would be a talk for another time. 

As he hung up her newly cleaned shift to dry, he made a mental note of the date. In thirty days, he would see if perhaps she was with child.

No Fire Without You


The ride home had been silent, both of them no doubt trying to make sense of the night’s events. James hadn’t even bothered to strip out of his uniform - the outer suit shed to his waist, he drove home in just the filthy white t-shirt and braces, his hands gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He was, perhaps, driving a little too fast, the adrenaline of the evening still pulsing through him, but he didn’t care. He needed to get home, needed to get Killian home, where he was safe.

He’d have felt a little better if Killian had spent the night in hospital under observation, but the paramedics had declared him well, and that was good enough for him. Pulling into his usual parking spot, he cut the engine and sat back in the seat, heaving a sigh. “I don’t know about you, Kil’, but… I could use a bloody drink.” Glancing over at his lover, he reached over to lay a hand on his arm. I told him I loved him not two hours ago, and we’ve barely had a chance to speak since then. “And I’m sure we could both use a shower, huh?”

Yes my king

Crowley x reader

13 and 70 with Crowley

13 “Kiss me.”

70 “No, actually we’re married.”

"Crowley I need your help.” You said sitting alone on your bed. Two dresses were draped across your bed a knee length black dress, and a floor length open laced back red dress. You knew Crowley like both but you were going undercover with Crowley to a party where a possible lead would be. “You rang (y/n)?” Crowley said appearing in your room with a glass of whiskey in his hand. “Well since we’re going "out” to this party together. Which dress should I wear?“ You ask leaning onto your pillows. "Why does it matter what I think?” He scoffed. “Well let’s see here, we’re stuck with each other for the whole night. And this will only work out if you atleast seem interested in me in the slightest.”
“The red one if you must my dear. But first things first.” He says walking towards you lifting you up off the bed.
“Kiss me.” He says placing his hands on your hips. “W..what?” You ask blushing. “Well if we’re going by your rules of you must seem interested in me then you should kiss me now so it won’t be our first at the party.” He says gently pulling your face towards his. “Now. Kiss me.” You press your lips against his, tasting his whiskey, cinnamon and something else you can’t quiet make out just yet. Crowley nibbles a your bottom causing you to gasp. Taking advantage of your noise his tongue slips into your mouth exploring every corner of your mouth.
“Now kitten, time for you to get dressed. I suggest the red one, better hurry the boys should be here to check up on you soon.” He says pulling away.
You stood at the bar with a fruity concoction that Crowley had told you to order when you arrived and to wait at the bar for him. Your red dress hugging your curves, pushing your chest up a little higher than normal. Crowley disappeared the moment you both walked in talking about how he had business to attend to. That was two hours ago and you were starting to feel alone and left behind till a well dressed man with to much cologne approached you. “My name is George, I haven’t helped but notice you’re here all alone.” Looking him over you figure he’s the host of the party. “(Y/n) it’s a pleasure.” You say turning back to your drink. “And I’m not alone.” You say your voice dripping with sarcasm. “Well where is your date at then?” He says sitting next to you. “He’s..” You start saying as Crowley appears next to you arm snaking around your waist. “Sorry to keep you waiting kitten, I hope you weren’t to bothered by the company.” He says smirking at George. “Oh Crowley, is this your little slut.” George jokes looking at you. “Excuse me. What did you call me?” You say raising your voice. “I’m not his slut.” You turn towards Crowley looking at him. “Am I?”
“No, actually we’re married.“ Crowley says glaring at George. "I don’t appreciate you calling the queen of hell a slut. And as far as our business goes, I require double now for the little comment you made about my dear (y/n) here.” Crowley turns towards you. “Shall we go now love?” He says helping you down off the stool. “Yes my king” you say sweetly glancing at George whose face is a deep shade of red from embarrassment and regret.

Time for a story - Exciting night

lovebeasunflowerhannie asked for a fic with Felicity and Thea going out and something bad happens, so they have to get to the hospital to get checked over. And of course it wouldn’t be Time for a story without a protective Oliver in the mix. 
The ending might have gotten out of hand slightly, but this prompt was the perfect opportunity to make something else happened I have planned for some time. I hope you will like it!
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“Okay, I have warned you at least five times before,” Thea explained, snapping Felicity’s phone from her fingers. “Now it’s enough.”

“What are you doing?” Felicity asked in horror when Thea switched the phone off and let it sink into her purse. “Thea, give it back! It’s not funny! What if something is wrong with Emmy and Oliver can’t reach me?”

“Emmeline is perfectly fine,” Thea said, rolling her eyes. “Besides, my brother knows where you are and that you are here with me, so he can still call me. Or John will come over and get you. Oh, and just to repeat this one more time, Emmeline is perfectly fine. You’re acting like you have left her alone with Ollie for the first time.”

Sighing, Felicity nodded. Thea was right. Emmeline was perfectly fine. She had had a slight cold last week, but it hadn’t been that bad. Well, and even if it had, Emmeline would have certainly favored her daddy to stay with her. So yes, Emmeline was perfectly fine. Unfortunately, Felicity felt like she had been infected with the illness. She hadn’t been feeling too great for the last few days which had been one of the many reasons for her to look forward to spending the night with Oliver on the couch. But then Thea had come by, and she had insisted on spending the night together in a new club she wanted to check out. So here they were in the middle of a dancing crowd with loud music and drunk people around them.

“I’ll go get us something to drink,” Thea suggested, probably realizing that they should as well get drunk, and gestured towards the bar to make sure Felicity understood the words despite the music.

“Something without alcohol for me please,” Felicity asked and Thea rolled her eyes, murmuring something Felicity couldn’t understand.

As soon as Thea had turned her back on her, Felicity reached into her purse to get hold of her phone, but soon remembered that Thea had taken it from her. How could she have taken her phone? Wasn’t that a criminal act? Didn’t that count as torture? Well, it should count as torture. All the photos of her little family were on that phone. Felicity needed those photos for whenever she had a short second to herself, so she could take a look at her husband and her daughter and feel at home even if they weren’t near her.

But Thea had been right to take the phone from her. Emmeline was perfectly fine with Oliver and she was supposed to spend the evening with her sister-in-law. So she was going to enjoy this night. She could still cuddle with Oliver when she was back tonight. He had been so busy lately that they hadn’t had much time with each other. The last evening they had spent together without any thoughts about work – Arrow or QC related – had been Diggle’s birthday more than three weeks ago and-

“A nonalcoholic cocktail for mama bear,” Thea interrupted her thoughts and gave her a glass with a green liquid that looked suspiciously alcoholic. So Felicity glanced at Thea over the rim of her glass.

“No alcohol. I swear,” Thea said. “I gave you alcohol against your will once and I paid for it during the next training. I don’t think Oliver has ever been that harsh before.”

Felicity hesitated for a long moment before she shrugged her shoulders and took a sip. She scrunched her nose immediately and shook her head.

“God, Thea, that is disgusting!”

“Really? I thought it should be something you like. Shall I get you something else?”

“No…” Felicity said, shaking her head. “I’ll drink this one, and hope the next one is better. Really, this tastes like pure chemicals. Anyway, let’s go dancing before that drink burns a hole into my stomach.

So they danced, and even though it took some time for Felicity to let go of her thoughts, she eventually started to relax and to really enjoy her girls’ night with Thea. They really did this way to rare, but it wasn’t easy finding nights to spend together with their extraordinary night jobs and little Emmy. So Felicity tried to make the best of the time they had together. She drank a few more drinks, but they were just as bad as the first one. That club obviously didn’t know how to mix drink. The taste of the nonalcoholic cocktails could count as bodily harm.

When the music suddenly stopped and the lights were switched on, Felicity frowned. She might have lost track on time, but she was highly sure that it wasn’t that late yet. Or did the club close earlier because they didn’t want to risk that someone was charging them because drinking more than five of their cocktails had caused them serious damage?

“What-“ Thea started to say, but was interrupted by a loud voice sounding through the several speakers.

“Starling City Police! The party is over! Please leave the club now and betake yourself to one of the ambulances outside. Please stay calm for your own safety. You will soon receive more information on what is happening.”

“I told you there was something wrong with the drinks,” Felicity mumbled towards Thea who only grinned a little drunkenly.

Time had been flying by it seemed. One moment Oliver had been interrupting his daughter’s half-birthday in August and now he was already counting down the days to Christmas every night he put Emmy to bed, laughing about her disappointment that they still weren’t down to only one night of sleep. Indeed, it were still 21 night to Christmas Eve, and when he had told her that a few hours ago Emmeline had narrowed her eyes and sworn that he had told that the last time already. The thought caused him to chuckle. She was so excited about Christmas, but she wasn’t the only one. Oliver had been working so much lately that Christmas seemed like the perfect opportunity to spend more time with his family again.

This time it was going to be a perfect Christmas. Last time had been nearly perfect already, but he had acted like a jerk in the weeks before because Emmeline had started to say “Dadda” randomly to every man that she had seen. The worst had been when she had said it to Palmer. Oliver knew it had been stupid and he knew that Emmeline hadn’t known what she had said, but it had still hurt him. This year it was going to be different. He was going to spend all of his free time to prove to his loved ones how much he loved them. He had actually planned a few things to make Felicity really happy for the last four weeks of this year. Well, he was planning on making her happy, for the rest of her life, but-

“The girls are finally asleep,” Diggle interrupted his thoughts. “You want a beer?”

“Beer sounds great,” Oliver answered with a nod of his head.

Diggle turned around to head to the kitchen and get them the drinks when Oliver’s phone started buzzing in the pocket of his jeans. Hastily he pulled it out, hoping to see Felicity’s name on the display. He tried to be not too disappointed when instead of his wife his mother-in-law’s boyfriend was calling.

“Captain,” Oliver said a little tightly.

He still didn’t get along with Lance too well. Both of them were trying to get along with each other because Oliver loved his mother-in-law and Quentin loved his girlfriend’s daughter and both of them knew that their relationships were going to suffer when they didn’t behave like adults around each other. A few months ago Quentin had had a bad day and things had gone very wrong between them, Oliver had gotten very drunk, and even though Quentin had apologized later, the relationship between them was still tense.

“Look, Queen, I know we have our issues,” the older man said, “but in times of crisis we have always managed to pull ourselves together.”

“What’s wrong?” Oliver asked immediately, earning him a questioning gaze from Diggle who had just returned from the kitchen, one beer in each hand.

“I’m not sure yet. This doesn’t mean anything has happened, but we got an anonymous hint that the barkeeper in that new club in the city is mixing drugs into drinks to run some field tests about their effects. We closed the club and sent a whole team of doctors and paramedics there. All the guests were taken to the hospital. I just received the list from one of my detectives who had been there. Thea’s and Felicity’s names are on it. I thought you should know.”

“They are in the hospital?” Oliver asked. His hold on his phone tightened. He got up from the couch and hurried to the door.


“I’m on my way. Thank you,” Oliver managed to say between gritted teeth before he hung up and almost ran towards his car.

“Hey, what’s going on?” John asked from the door. “Are Felicity and Thea okay?”

“Not sure yet. Can Emmy stay here for the night?”

“Sure. Call me when you know more,” John asked and Oliver nodded before starting the engine of the car and speeding out of the driveway.

He knew what catastrophic consequences drugs could have. The Count had killed a lot of people to find the perfect mixture for his drug and even then the drug had been quite destructive. He remembered the pain he had been in when he had been drugged with Vertigo for the first time. He remembered realizing that what he was most afraid of was being himself. He remembered Laurel’s panic when she had seen Sara after she had been drugged.

Drugs were only getting worse, the effects more horrible with every new drug that was created. Oliver didn’t even want to think about what possible effects this one could have on two of the most important people in his life.

He jumped out of the car as soon as the wheels came to a stand. He rushed to the entrance where a young receptionist looked at him with wide eyes. He wasn’t quite sure if she was scared of him or as Felicity always stated just ‘totally in awe about the combination of that much muscle and the pretty face without even hearing that rough voice and the sexy mind that came with them’.

“Hi, I’m Oliver Queen. I was told that my sister and my wife have been taken to the hospital from a club.”

The woman nodded slightly, turning her eyes to the screen of her computer, but nonetheless throwing him a glance every once in a while. She typed something with the keyboard terribly slowly in comparison to what Oliver was used from Felicity, and Oliver had to stop himself from snapping at her to hurry. He knew Felicity would be going to lecture him about polite behavior later, so he kept his mouth shut and waited impatiently to get the information he needed.

“Room 423. Fourth floor and then to the right,” the woman finally said, gesturing towards the elevator.

Oliver ran to the elevator. He pushed the button to call the damn thing down from where it was on the sixth floor and then decided to take the stairs. He didn’t want to waste a second, so he ran upstairs until he was on the fourth floor and then took a look around.

The corridor was full of people. Some of them were sitting on the floor, sleeping with their heads resting on the shoulder of the person next to them. Others were pacing back and forth along the wall while three young adults were yelling at a doctor because they wanted to go home and didn’t need any medication or infusion or whatever just because they were a little drunk.

Oliver made a mental note to donate even more money to the hospital. Given the number of people in the corridor who didn’t seem to be moving into a room soon, Oliver assumed that the money he already had donated had saved Felicity and Thea from having to stay in a hallway for whatever the doctors were doing with the party guests here.

He refused to think that their state of health were too serious to let them stay in the hallway. He knew he couldn’t allow himself to think like that.

As soon as he found the room number the receptionist had told him he hurried towards the door, only stopping in front of it to take a deep breath. It took him a lot of strength to softly knock instead of hammering against the wooden door or just kick it in. His heart was racing.

“Come in,” Felicity’s melodious voice responded and he felt the corners of his lips twitch upwards and the feeling of a clenched fist around his throat ease slightly.

Taking in another deep breath, he opened the door and stepped into the small patient’s room. Felicity was sitting cross-legged on the bed at the window while Thea was lying in bed snoring softly and holding her purse in her arms like it was her most precious teddy.

“Hey,” he whispered lowly to not wake his sister up who looked like she was sleeping peacefully although her short hair was all over her face and was sucked into her mouth with every intake of breath.

“Hey,” Felicity replied, a smile spreading on her face. “How did you know we were here?”

“Lance called and told me,” Oliver whispered. He pressed a short kiss to the crown of Thea’s hair, adjusting the blanket around her body to make sure she was warm and tugging her hair behind her ear before he went around the bed and sat down next to Felicity, scrutinizing her face. “Are you okay?”

Smiling, Felicity leaned forward and kissed him gently. At the same tame she put one hand above his on her thigh and then nodded while saying, “Thea and I are fine. It’s more a routine to make sure we weren’t drugged. Thea was a little drunk, so she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. They still don’t know a lot about the drug, so they don’t know what exactly to look for. The doctor said they want to keep everyone here during the night, but it looks like they didn’t test the drug yet. Who knows, maybe it was just a joke.”

“I don’t think the police would have made such a big deal out of this if they hadn’t believed what they have been told was true,” Oliver responded, giving her another close look. “Do you have any symptoms of drug use? Do you feel different? Dizzy or anything? Are you tired or hungry? Any hallucinations? Headache maybe?”

“I get a headache from your questions,” Felicity replied, patting his hand. “I am fine. Really.”

“Just wanted to make sure,” Oliver explained with a shrug of his shoulders, playing with Felicity’s hand. “I was worried. I wish you would have called me instead of letting Lance do it.”

He had his gaze lowered to their joined fingers. It wasn’t until Felicity’s free hand lifted his chin to make him look at her that he locked eyes with her. Oliver trusted Felicity’s judgment, and if she said that she wasn’t in any danger, then she wasn’t in any danger. It was as simple like that. Still, he would have liked her to call him and tell him. It would have spared him some of the panic he had felt when he had rushed here.

“I’m sorry,” she said, moving closer to him, so she was sitting in his lap. She slid her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. “I’m really sorry. I would have called you, but Thea took my phone, and she has such a strong grip on her purse that I couldn’t get it back. When you came in, I was just on my way down to the hall to use the phone there. I didn’t want you to worry.”

Oliver’s eyes stayed on hers for some seconds longer before he sighed and leaned his head forward, resting it on her chest, so he could listen to the beat of her heart and breathe in the sweet scent of her skin. She rested her chin on the top of his head and rubbed his back, softly murmuring “I’m okay” and “I love you” to his hair.

“I’m just glad you’re okay and that situations that make me feel like I am close to losing you are rather rare,” Oliver whispered against her skin, pressing a kiss to her pulse point before locking eyes with her once more. “Do you want to-“

A light knock at the door interrupted him. Both of them looked towards the door where a nurse stood now, her cheeks flushed for interrupting this intimate moment.

“Mrs. Queen, the doctor said he has taken a look on the results of your blood test and would like to talk to you,” the nurse explained, coming closer with a wheelchair in front of her. “I will take you to the exam room.”

Oliver felt his heartbeat fast once more. Today was obviously not his day. He had just believed that everything had been going okay and that there was no reason for him to worry about Felicity or Thea and then this. How much more had his heart to take this night?
Was Felicity drugged? Was she sick?

When the nurse started pushing the wheelchair, Oliver snapped out of his horror scenarios and got up from the bed, saying, “I’ll push her.”

Although Felicity couldn’t see Oliver, she knew that he was tense. She could feel it in the hand that rested on her shoulder while they waited for the elevator, and she could tell it from his irregular breathing. She tried to stay calm since she felt good and that had to mean that she was at least okay, but Oliver’s nervousness infected her at least slightly.

When the nurse left them alone in the exam room where they were supposed to wait for the doctor to come, Oliver kneeled down at her side, taking her hands in his, squeezing them gently before he said, “Everything’s going to be fine. We will get through this together. I am not letting you down.”

Felicity wasn’t sure if he said it to calm her or himself down. So she just smiled and nodded, whispering a low, “I know.”

Oliver lifted one of her hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. Felicity knew that he was scared. She could see it in his eyes. Her husband had always been scared of losing her or even her being hurt in any way which was why he was always so protective, even if he couldn’t protect her. So Felicity knew that this wasn’t easy for him and tried to smile comfortingly. She just wasn’t sure that it reached her eyes. They had had so much good luck lately that maybe all the good fortune destiny had owed them after everything they had been through before was used up.

“Hey, you’re gonna be alright,” Oliver promised, kissing her gently. “We are going to be alright. It’s probably just the drug. Twenty-four hours and the drug will be out of your system and this will all be over.”

She opened her mouth to say something else, but before she could make a sound, the door opened and the same doctor that had taken the blood samples from Thea and her stepped into the room.

“Mrs. Queen and I assume Mr. Queen?”

Oliver nodded shortly, shaking the hand the doctor reached out to him, and then sat down on one of the chairs in front of the desk. His hand immediately returned to Felicity’s. She entwined their fingers, holding on to him while simultaneously giving him support.

“Since we don’t know what exactly we are dealing with, we tested your blood for a lot of different things to make sure we won’t miss any anomaly. The results appear to be perfectly normal,” the doctor explained both of them, “but your HCG levels are around 6000.”

Felicity’s heart skipped a beat before it pounded wildly against her ribs. She hadn’t even for the shortest second thought this was possible. The day had been such a mess that she hadn’t thought about this, hadn’t thought something like this would happen. How could she have known? Everything had been so crazy lately.

“I take from your look that you didn’t know yet?” the doctor asked.

Felicity shook her head and answered, “I had no idea.”

“Okay, can someone please tell me what’s going on here?” a seriously confused Oliver asked, looking from the doctor to Felicity and back.

“HCG is Human Chorionic Gonadotropin. It’s a hormone,” Felicity explained to him gently.

“Is that something bad?” Oliver asked.

“It’s a pregnancy hormone, Oliver,” Felicity responded.

Oliver looked at her blankly and Felicity held her breath while she waited for his reaction to show, waited for the goofiest smile to appear on his face. But instead Oliver frowned and asked the doctor, “So the drug they tested on the club guests contained pregnancy hormones?”

Felicity could see from the corner of her eyes that the doctor started at Oliver like he was crazy, and she couldn’t even blame him for it. What ‘good’ – as in ‘I-want-to-get-high-from-drugs-good’ – could a drug with pregnancy hormones do? Not even the dumbest man could think that there was any profit to make from that.

“He tends to be a little slow on the uptake when it comes to things that could possibly make him happy,” Felicity explained before turning back to Oliver and framing his face with her hands. “Oliver, honey, I think what the doctor is trying to tell us is that I am pregnant.”

Silence settled. Oliver stared at her with the same blank expression as before. There was no sign he had even heard what she had said. Felicity knew too well that Oliver didn’t always react like most other people did. Thank God she did know that because otherwise she would have probably got worried.

“I know I am not your doctor, but if you like to, we could do a vaginal ultrasound to take a quick look on your baby and… do I need to call a team to revive your husband?”

“Oh, no,” Felicity laughed, patting Oliver’s cheeks. “He just needs a few seconds to get used to everything, and then he’ll be perfectly fine. But an ultrasound could help.”

“Well, if you say so,” the doctor replied, not sounding very convinced. “I will get a few things we need for the ultrasound. I’ll be back in five minutes.”

Felicity waited until the doctor had left before she turned back to Oliver, stroking his cheek with the palm of her hand. His stubble tickled her skin softly.

“Oliver, this is the kind of reaction I expected when I told you I was pregnant with Emmy, but instead you picked me up in your arms and swirled me around for minutes. Why this mute reaction now?”

Oliver blinked twice, the first sign that he hadn’t turned to stone.

“I thought you were drugged or sick,” Oliver said with husky voice, his hands moving over hers on his cheeks. “I thought I was going to see you suffer, and now I hear you’re pregnant. It’s-“

His voice broke when tears formed in his eyes and his body shook from a sob. Felicity didn’t hesitate for even a second before she got out of the wheelchair and sat down on Oliver’s lap, sliding her arms around him and pressing the side of his face to her chest to make him listen to the beat of her heart again. She knew it was one of the most effective ways to calm him down.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered after a while she had spent rocking him back and forth. “I know it doesn’t look like it, but I am really happy about this.”

“I know,” Felicity said with a chuckle. “Don’t worry about it. It’s a quite exciting night, hm?”

“Hmhmm,” Oliver hummed against her skin before tipping his head back to look at her. “I love you, you know that?”

“I had a slight feeling,” Felicity responded with a grin pressing a kiss to his lips.

She could feel that he was still not fully relaxed. His shoulders were tense, his hands trembling slightly and his eyes showed a deep buried pain that had been caused by the thought of losing her tonight. Still, he was way more relaxed than he had been a few minutes back.

Every remaining fear and tenseness and stress fell from him the second he heard their baby’s heartbeat. Felicity was in her sixth week of pregnancy, the baby well visible on the screen when the doctor did the vaginal ultrasound. He explained exactly what he could see and although Felicity was nosy on taking a first look on her baby, she couldn’t turn her eyes away from Oliver whose eyes were glued on what the doctor was showing him. And if Oliver hadn’t kissed her quickly she would have probably burst into tears when a single tear rolled down his cheek at the sight and sound of their baby’s heartbeat.

It was an exciting night indeed.

Well, as you might have assumed already, the next chapters will be about Felicity’s second pregnancy. I have a lot of ideas, but I should warn you that hard times are coming for them. This pregnancy is going to strain their nerves. At least for some time… 

anonymous asked:

Can you write an imagine about niall cuddling?

Niall’s sad because he’s lonely. He gets this way a lot—especially after being a bit more Irish than most nights. He holds his keys in his hands and then shakes his head. He pulls his phone out blindly looking for your name on his phone. He smiled triumphantly when he found Princess!!!! And tapped the screen. “Niall Horan it is one in the morning, what do you want?” You asked in exhaustion.

“M’cold, I need cuddles,” he whined pathetically as he scraped the bottom of his sneaker on the sidewalk. It was cold out, he could see his breath as he spoke to you. He clutched one hand and buried it in his pocket. The other one felt the bite in the air as it held his phone to his ear—listening to your sweet breath and tired sighs as you spoke to him.

“Niall, I am going to kill you,” you said less than threateningly.

He frowned. “Princess, m’drunk,” he tried. He knew that would get you running. And maybe that was selfish of him, getting his best friend out by playing the drunk card, but it wasn’t like he wasn’t going to tell you he couldn’t drive himself home.

He listened to you swear under your breath and you shuffled into your slippers. “Ni, I’m tired—when I get your ass home you better give me a good cuddle because it’s fucking cold out,” you reminded him. There was no need for the reminder however, because goddamn was he cold.

“M’sorry, princess,” he pouted. He hated to make you mad. And he hated you were tired and he was keeping you up. But secretly he was happy—his princess was coming to get him. Soon he would be warm, wrapped around you, snuggled between the blankets and your curves.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes, don’t move okay?” You said.

He nodded and made a big production of not moving—like a child in Freeze Tag. He felt awkward holding his position until he heard the laughter of the boys. “What are you doing, Nialler?” Louis asked shaking him.

Niall gazed at him. “I can’t move, my princess told me not to!” He pouted at his friend. “You made me move.”

True to your word, and ten minutes of bitter cold you found Niall outside the pub. You rolled down the window and smiled sleepily at Niall. The little bit of sobriety that was buried in Niall’s mind felt like a dick for waking you and making you trek into the cold.

And because you did he fell in love with you just a bit more. “Anyone else need a ride?” You asked the other boys.

“No thank you, Princess. I have them,” Harry smiled. “Only had one drink about five hours ago,” he promised. You saluted him and Niall giggled as he took your hand off the steering wheel. “Enjoy your Prince!” Harry called after the two of you. You shook your head and blushed as you pulled from the curb.

“They think we’re dating,” Niall mumbled as you helped him clumsily climb the steps to his flat. You punched in the numbers, the ones he told you almost as soon as he bought the apartment, in case he forgot (which may or may not have been often in the beginning. Just so he could see you).

“So do the fans and our mums,” you reminded him sliding his spare key into the lock and pushing him toward his room. Pushing him so he was seated on the bed, you tugged off his shoes and clothes making him giggle like a child again. Kicking your slippers off you slid into bed on the opposite side of him.

“I think we’re dating sometimes,” he mumbled as he pulled you around the waist until you were pressed against his chest. You sighed softly.

“That’s nice, Niall,” you muttered comfortably in his embrace. Despite the fact he was drunk he was the one cuddling you. He loved it. His hands loved to run up and down your back, sometimes your sides; today he was excited because he had you wrapped up close to him. So close. Your body heat mixed with his–and his hands were twined with yours. You held his hands close to your heart. Holding his hands and bringing them to your lips every so often so that your mouth breathed your warm breath over his knuckles. “Good night, Ni.” The first time you cuddled together you showed him where to touch you—where it wouldn’t be awkward. But nothing was awkward—the two of you had been friends since you were young and you had cuddled time and time again.

It only changed when Niall had left for a bit and then came back to find you goddess-like. Long hair, long legs, breasts that caused his pants to tighten, and just…you were his gorgeous best friend now. He had always been in love with you…now your looks were just something else to love.

“I love you so much, Princess,” he whispered hooking his leg around your thighs. “Don’t leave me, okay?” How could you leave him? He was so warm, so soft, so beautiful, so perfect.

You smiled softly because he thought you were asleep and he was drunk—but somehow you knew he meant it, you knew he was in love with you. Probably because you were in love with him too.

And maybe in the morning you would make Niall some muffins—blueberry his favorite—and tell him that you love him too and you want the boys, the fans, and your mums to be right; you want to be dating.

Because sometimes you think you’re dating Niall too.

goldenreel  asked:

Clubbing prompt for McKirk: you’ve been grinding on all my friends but not on me it’s been four hours I’m drunk my ego is hurt I want an explanation

Holy cow, I am so sorry this has taken me so long, darlin’. Hope it’s worth the wait…

This was definitely a turn-up for the books.

Usually when Jim went to a club, he didn’t lack for partners. He danced with anyone and everyone who wanted to dance with him. Usually he ended up going home with someone, or at the very least ducking into a bathroom or the alley behind the club. He looked good and he knew he did, plus he was a good dancer, exuded charisma, and apparently sent out pheromones like a tree in springtime; he’d had more than one person tell him that they were drawn to him because they could see that he was “DTF.”

Actually, that wasn’t something he deliberately set out to convey. It was just that he wanted, needed, craved physical contact, and sex was the inevitable conclusion of that. The fact that most of his partners never gave him more than a first name—some didn’t even give him that—and then just walked away when they were done hurt him more deeply than he admitted even to himself. But it was something, anyway, some sort of connection, however fleeting, so he clung to it. It was something he never tried explaining to his friends. He just rolled with it, dancing with everyone and having sex randomly and pretending it made him happy.

But tonight…tonight was different.

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anonymous asked:

Could you try out the medieval au?

(I’ve been dying to try out a medieval AU. It became a bit longer than I planned for though. ENJOY!)

Asami sighed and finisheddrying off the last of the cups, keeping a careful eye on the group of rowdy knights who’d taken up residence in the corner of the small inn the omega owned.

“Loud, aren’t they?” Opal slid onto the closest stool, a smile on the high-born woman’s face. The Beifong family was the lords of the eastern lands facing the Capitol, and they were notorious with mingling with the common-born people they keep protection over.

They were popular with the populous, and not to mention very generous when it came to donations to the poor families living in the small villages that made up the castle-town.

“It’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” Asami shrugged and returned to putting up the clean glasses, “As long as they pay their due, and don’t cause any trouble in my inn, they can be as loud as they want.”

“Awfully tolerant of you, Miss Sato,” Opal smirked and accepted the offered drink from the omega. “Then again, you’ve seemed to develop quite the soft-spot for knights. Especially after that one came through a few years back.”

“Shut your mouth,” Asami smacked the noble-lady on the arm in embarrassment. Normally, it was forbidden to lay a hand on a member of the Lord’s family, but the Beifongs were a laid back kind of sort.

Opal laughed and waved a hand in surrender, “Okay, sorry, sorry. I know, that was a low blow.”

Asami fixed a mock glare at the other, “Yes it was.” Her gemstone green-eyes soften, and she looked down at the remaining three glasses to be cleaned, “But it wasn’t something I regret at all. I got quite the gift from that knight.”

“I’ll say you did,” Opal raised her glass in acknowledgement and smiled. “The gift that keeps on giving.”

Asami opened her mouth to continue their conversation, when a loud crashing sound echoed out of the kitchen, and a giggling voice escaped out the door as the lone chef she had working for her cursed and yelled out the door, “Keep a leash on that boy!”

Opal burst out laughing as said boy suddenly latched onto the inn-owner’s leg, a small toddler with ocean-blue eyes grinning toothily up at the omega, “Sowwy ma.”

Asami smiled and set the last of the clean glasses aside, leaning down to pick up the adorable little boy clinging to her leg, “What did I tell you about playing in the kitchen while Han-Jin is working?”

“Not to,” the tiny two year old stuck his bottom lip out in a pout, and Asami sighed and set her son down on the counter.

Opal grinned and downed the rest of her wine, “He’s got you wrapped around his little finger Sato.”

The boy grinned cheekily at the beta teasing his mother, not entirely knowing what was going on, but recognizing one of his mother’s friends who bought him neat little toys for his last birthday.

Asami glared at the Beifong, before relenting with a shrug and looking lovingly at her son, “After my father passed, he’s all I have left. Of course I’m wrapped around his finger.”

A sudden crash reached their ears, and the two women watched as the knights rose from their table and swaggered over to the counter; they were clearly intoxicated, and Asami knew from the way their eyes shifted between Opal and her that precautions would have to be made.

Silently, one of her hands slipped under the counter and clenched around a small dagger tapped to the underside.

“He yours?” The biggest man asked, his alpha stench invading her nostrils and leaving a repulsive aftertaste on her tongue.

“He is,” Asami gently slid her son off the counter, letting him crawl into the safety of the little box he liked to play in.

“He’s a cute little fellow,” the knight grinned, showing off the crooked and broken teeth made from years of brawls and battles, “His sire must be proud. You mated?”

Asami clenched her jaw, watching out of the corner of her eyes as another of the group took interest in Opal and began to leer at the young beta, “No, although I’m surprised you can’t tell from my scent, sir.

The alpha shrugged and waved a hand over his shoulder, “We’re just getting back from the far Eastern Lands; some rebels still loyal to the traitor Kuvira causing trouble, sense of smell still pretty clouded from all the fighting and action. I just thought such a pretty face like yours might want to reward us for our service.”

“That’s the crown’s job,” Opal finally spoke up; her eyes were deadly and sharp. “Not ours.”

“Oh come on now,” the alpha grinned hugely. “Don’t be like that. There’s plenty who would be willing to give us our deserved due. Why there was this lovely omega a few towns up, now he was a beauty, ‘ay fellas?”

The three others all hooted in agreement, and banged their hands against the stools.

Asami felt her irritation reaching its boiling point, “You come into my inn, and expect to make such vulgar demands of me!? I’ll ask you to leave now sirs, before my friend here and I lose our tempers.”

“Now listen here bitch!” The guard slammed his hand down on the counter and leaned threateningly forward; Asami felt her eyebrow twitch as he snarled and glared at her, “You’re obviously not very tapped into the way of the world, are ya!? You already got a bastard son there! You expecting us to not believe you’re a whore!?”

Quick as lightening, Asami drew her knife from the counter, and stabbed it straight through the man’s palm.

The Alpha roared in pain and tried to pull away, only for the omega’s grip to increase, and the blade to root the whimpering fool to the counter top.

The other’s all drew their swords when Opal shot to her feet, and narrowed her eyes at them, “Draw your weapons in my presence, and I’ll have your heads by nightfall! Didn’t your superiors ever tell you not to threaten a lord’s family!?”

“I’d listen to her,” Asami twisted the knife slowly, her face hard as steel as she listened to the brute alpha cry out like a newborn babe. “I don’t know how happy Suyin Beifong will be when she hears you threatened her only daughter.”

The knights all turned pale and stumbled back, pleading with the two to forgive them and making a run for the door.

Asami turned her sight back to the man pinned to the counter, “I’m going to pull my blade, and you’re going to leave, and never harass anyone like this ever again. Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes,” the pitiful man nodded his head desperately, and Asami pulled the knife away from his flesh and watched as he fell back and crawled to the exit.

Opal sighed and sat back into her stool, holding up the glass with a tired look on her face, “I think I’ll take another drink.”

Asami smirked and finished wiping the blood from her hands, before leaning down and lifting her oblivious son out from the little box he had hidden in, “Right away my lady.”


Opal had left back for the castle some hours ago, leaving Asami to prepare her son for bed as he wiggled away from her grip and danced about the small bathroom, “No Ma!”

“Come here Hiroshi,” the omega rolled her eyes and held out the small slip in her hands. “Let’s get you into your sleep wear.”

“No!” The little boy giggled and tried to run for the door, only for Asami to reach out and catch him before he made it more than a few feet.

The tiny two-year old laughed and squealed as his mother lavished his sides with tickle attacks, before relaxing in her hold and allowing the omega to set him back down and pull the slip over his bare torso.

He had a darker complexion than she did, much like the alpha who had sired him those three years ago.

He also had the same blue-eyes as the mysterious knight who’d seduced her so completely for that one night; it had been a female alpha, with a strong build who commanded the respect of the other’s around her.

Her hair had been done into a wolf tail with two strands framing the side of her face, a style common in the Capital and Southern Lands.

And she had been part of the King’s Banner, maybe one of the serf’s who lived on one of King Tonraq’s many estates? She didn’t know.

All that was certain was that Asami had fallen in love over the course of an evening, and she’d been foolish enough to believe the knight loved her too.

The only good thing that came out of the whole fiasco had been the birth of her son Hiroshi; even though she knew his sire would likely never learn of his existence, but then again there were countless soldiers with bastards across the kingdom, so she doubted the alpha would have cared either way.

It came with no surprise when the knight was gone the next morning, only briefly giving her a kiss on the cheek goodbye before disappearing out the door to join the rest of the battalion stationed in the small village.

Nine months later Asami birthed a son she named after her late father, and inherited the very inn she’d tried so hard to save from wasting away.

Now, three years later, she stood a major player in the village, and a part time advisor to the Beifong family during trying times.

Hiroshi smiled up at Asami and rubbed his blue-eyes with little clenched fists, “Tired.”

“Then let’s put you to bed then,” the omega lifted her little boy into her arms and exited the washroom, opening the door to their quarters and settling him into the little cot alongside her own.

“Are you comfy?” Asami asked, tucking the blankets around his frail body in preparation of a cold autumn night.

“Mm-hm,” Hiroshi nodded and closed his eyes, the toddler falling asleep almost instantly as his head settled into the plush pillow.

Asami smiled and brushed the dark onyx locks of hair from his forehead, before climbing into her own cot, and leaning over to the small table that held the oil lamp.

She gently blew out the flame and all went dark.


Asami looked up from the cutting board as she heard the tell-tale sounds of the tavern doors push open.

Opal and her twin brothers walked in, the three looked troubled and alarmed, their faces only turning even more somber as they caught sight of her standing behind the counter.

Hiroshi was playing around with some of the local’s children over in the corner of the room, their parents keeping a careful eye on them as they ate their lunch, “What brings you three here so early in the day? You’re usually crowding crawling over her at sunset when the ale flows.”

“It’s complicated,” Wing murmured, and Asami frowned when she caught on to the worried tone of his voice.

“What’s going on?”

Opal exchanged looks with her brothers and bit down on her lip as she gazed apologetically at her long-time friend, “We’ve received summons from the Capitol to go to court. They want us there by the next fortnight.”

Asami raised her eyebrows in surprise, “The Capitol’s at least a fortnight’s ride from here. And you just got the summons today!?”

Wei nodded and kicked at the ground, “We’re leaving tonight. Our mother sent us to tell you. There’s… more to the summons than was expected.”

“What are you talking about?” Asami set the cutting knife down and crossed her arms as her eyes trailed between the three of them.

“We’ve gotten word from…” Opal hesitated, as if she didn’t know how to break the delicate news, “Hiroshi’s sire. She’s asked us to escort you to the capitol.”

Asami felt the words impact her like a punch to the gut, and she gasped and stepped back in shock as her eyes filled with angry tears, “No… I… She hasn’t… she…”

“We know it’s a bit of a shock,” Wing nervously wringed his hands together. “But it’s true. The summons included a lot more than usual, and when she explained what was happening, well… we’re being required to ensure your arrival to the Capital.”

“And what power does she have to do this!?” Asami slammed her foot down in anger, her face felt hot and red, and the omega felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “She’s a knight! Not the king! Tell her no! If she wants to see me, then she can drag her ungrateful, abandoning hide here!”

Wei frantically shook his head, “We don’t have a choice! Asami, you don’t understand! We can’t ignore the summons! It has the seal of the royal family!”

Her heart felt like it stopped cold in her chest, dread and amazement mixed in some forbidden dance in her mind, “The… Royal Seal?”

“Do you understand yet?” Opal bit down on her lip, “Hiroshi’s sire isn’t just some knight Asami. She’s royalty.”

“But… how?” the omega felt as if she was sinking into a dark abyss, “I would have known if she was royalty. She would have told me…”

“Apparently there were other things at stake,” Wing flexed his fingers and took a deep breath.

“I guess there was,” Asami bitterly muttered, her muscles clenching in unclenching as the news ran through her. “So who exactly was it then? Which of them had the honor of siring a child, then running away?”

The twins looked around nervously; as if they were afraid someone would accidently overhear, but Opal stepped forward, and pulled a scroll out of her pocket, “See for yourself.”

Asami frowned and took the scroll from her friend, and unfolded the piece of parchment.

Her body felt ice-cold as she read over the address, and pure disbelief ran through every pore of her body.

By order of the Royal Family and all that entitles,

        We do hereby ask that the Beifong Family do escort an Asami Sato to the Capital by the next fortnight after you receive this letter.

For reasons due to a personal commitment three years prior, her presence has been requested to meet with the King and his family.


 Princess Korra

Commander of our Kingdom’s Armies


Crowned Heir of King Tonraq

Future Queen of the Elemental Kingdoms

Five days ago you mentioned a craving for pancakes. We didn’t have milk, so we made something else. Plans changed.

While you were out, I got milk so I could surprise you the next morning. We woke up, and instead of making pancakes, we broke up. Plans changed.

We live together, so we have been talking about this for the past week. And I’m just lost. We were so happy. You still say you love me, but you have a feeling. I’m trying to understand, but I can’t. We are going back and forth this week between arguing and living like nothing changed. I yelled at you for the first time yesterday. I had nothing nice to say and I said it anyway, and at the time it made me feel a little better. But while the volume was honest, the words were just a sudden yelp from feeling the world fall out from beneath me.

An hour later we ate sushi and kissed. You went for drinks with a friend, and I went to sleep in the spare room. At 4AM you asked me to come to bed, and I felt the world again.

You told me early on about having commitment issues. We saw those manifest 7 months ago, and we worked on it until things were okay again. I don’t understand why that’s not an option now. I walked with you to the train today and you held my hand while suggesting places I could move out to.

On the train, I saw you look at me the way that I still look at you. I want to help you follow that feeling.

While packing today, I found a paper we were writing ideas together on while sitting at our bar. You wrote “What feels like HOME?”

You do, babe.

You feel like home.

I know you’re craving certain things. I want to find them with you.

A good story had a beginning, a middle, and an end. But that’s just logistics. This doesn’t have to be the end. Not yet. I just need you to remember this is worth fighting for.