the most favored princess in the Queendom breeding program, you are
more than familiar with the signs of a woman with child. You spend the
majority of your days enjoying the accelerated birth program; the ripe
fullness of your belly, the sensational tenderness of your breasts.
Birthing in the Queendom is considered a sacred job, and fortunately for
you the doctors had long ago concocted a serum to make the process
virtually painless. You had heard that many moons ago dragons that
breathed fire had destroyed much of the Kingdom’s population, thanks to
the command of their Mad King. Because of this, it was necessary to
repopulate the castle quickly, and gestation had been scientifically
reduced to month-long cycles by the land’s hyper-intelligent doctors.
None of the science of that that mattered to you now, as it was decades
ago and the dragons have since all been destroyed, but you are eternally
(and not so secretly) grateful that the partial destruction of the
Kingdom had caused need for children to be born quickly to repopulate
the land. The Kingdom had since been named Queen’s Land because the
royal family was so grateful that the young women in the realm were
dedicated to the rebirth of its people.
You yourself are a gorgeous maiden who has borne 18 babies in 10
pregnancies so far. You live your days in a castle suite surrounded by
anything you could possibly desire. Your bed is large and soft and
perfect for when the Queen’s Guards are sent to pleasure you, which is
whenever you want. The chefs of the castle cater to your every constant
craving (which often includes them, if we are being honest). This
combination is what keeps you laid up in your bed- it isn’t your fault
the fertility serum causes the extreme hormones and horniness and that
the Queen only employs the most attractive of staff.
We find you in this cutaway in time, in your bed. You are propped up by
several down pillows encased in gold silk, while your large pregnant
belly is weighted down by four babies. Your legs are bent up under you,
and you’re long and lithe fingers are absentmindedly teasing your
swollen folds and enlarged clitoris underneath the sheets. The Queen’s
Guards buzz around you at all times to ensure your every need is met,
and they’ve come to get used to your ever-present need for pleasure; the
fact that you’re touching yourself gives them no pause. The Guard is
also in your chambers to protect you. There had been a small explosion
in the Kingdom last week and the cause and damaging affects were still
unknown. The Queen, always cautious, had sent extra guards to each
maiden’s room just in case. After a calm little orgasm had piqued your
desire for a moment, you noticed something strange with the Guards in
your room. A few were sitting down and breathing heavily, some leaning
uncomfortably on the castle walls. The others walked cautiously with a
gait that was unusually slow and deliberate. You recognized the
discomfort immediately. You dismissed most of them but asked your
favorite three, George, Leo, and Matthew, to stay behind. You lifted
yourself from your bed and asked them what was plaguing the men in your
room. These three men were your most loyal, and even though they were
visibly uncomfortable, they were still stationed by your bed awkwardly
leaning on the wall. The guards paused and were unsure how to answer,
only describing that they felt odd and did not know why. You asked them
to remove their armor so they could sit comfortably. Reluctantly, the
three strong guards removed the layers of their armor and uniforms. The
colder winter climate creates the need for many layers, and the removal
of several layers took minutes. Once naked, your suspicions were
confirmed: each of your favorite men were indeed swollen with child
themselves! Leo’s belly could only be described as cute, and he had
grown perfect teardrop breasts that had easily hidden behind the armor.
Matthew’s stomach had inflated a bit larger, possibly carrying two
babies? His pecs had transformed into melons, and the chill of the
castle air has stiffened the nipples. Your eyes settled on George last:
he was your favorite guard and most spirited lover. George had an
incredible physique that could be described as mountainous, muscular,
and strong. Well, George’s muscles had been transformed to soft folds.
His once massive pectoral muscles were now even more massive jugs, for
lack of a better term. You marveled had how the muscular planes of his
manly chest had transformed into what looked like overinflated balloons
filled with and leaking the richest of cream. Veins overtook his
porcelain skin and narrowed down to the enormous teats he had grown. His
new breasts however were nothing compared to the belly that lay below.
No doubt this belly was a sight to be seen, so gravid and sexual,
undoubtedly filled with three or more babies. The visual of the three
strongest men you knew, bodies burdened with child, was enough to turn
your silk sheets damp from your own juices.
You knew immediately what you wanted to do. These men had been the
source of more intense pleasure than you had ever previously known, and
you wanted to return the favor. You begged all three men to lay side by
side in your oversized bed, legs splayed. Getting into this position was
difficult for them, as they had never dreamed their centers of gravity
would be affected this way! Was this the work of the explosion last
week? Who knew, or cared? You were going to delight in these men like
the gifts that they were.
Pillows under their backs and legs wide open, you were shocked to
discover that the large and girthy cocks the men once had were replaced
by the meatiest vaginas you had ever seen, each topped with an enormous
clit. You were somewhat relieved as you weren’t sure how to navigate
blowing these three men when you yourself were due with quadruplets, but
your desire never waivered. You started with Leo, and buried your face
in his folds. You had never given oral to a woman (or a man with women’s
parts before) but this was instinctual. You swirled your tongue and
tickled his thighs until he came. Next was Matthew: you inserted two
fingers into his whole and after only a few minutes, he came as well.
George was to receive your final gift. You hoisted your belly on top of
his and reached over to his gorgeous inch-long nipples. Your gentle
pinches caused them to grow even more and stiffen so they could cut
glass. Never removing your long fingers from his mammaries, you kissed
your way down his gagantuan belly until you reached his love button.
Sliding down the bed this way had caused you so much pleasure that as
your face was buried in his folds, you grind your own wet nether regions
on the bed. This orgy had turned you on so much there was a fire you
didn’t even know existed lit within you. You pleasure George so that he
came with a thunderous squirt right in your mouth, and you couldn’t have
been more thrilled. After a short rest period, these men reciprocated
and showed you more passion than you had ever known.
have since gone by, and the men of the castle were still magically
getting pregnant. Somehow the explosion had caused this. Without penises
it was feared at first how the women would still procreate. They longed
to do so and were scared the men would take over this beautiful womanly
act. These fears became assuaged once it was descovered that the men
still squirted sperm when they came, and that the women were still
impregnated by them. The men and women lived in shared chambers and
spent their days discussing their burgeoning bellies and pleasuring each
other. The Queen’s breeding program lived on and the land was a
** Hi Everyone! I hope you like this long
story! I actually woke up from a dream about the pregnant Guards this
morning and was so turned on I figured I’d build out the story and
immortalize it here. I hope you enjoy it! **
Alright so this is it, the first fanfic I’m writing or this
account. You ready? LET’S GO. The prompt is #76 you’re not alone from this prompt batch.
I’m imaging Damian to be around 16 (as well as the reader) in this one but there is no exact age so… whatever works for you
it’s a long one so, be prepared
You and Damian never got along well. He was stubborn and
blunt and had no bedside manners. You were sarcastic, witty and reckless. To you,
he was the worst person in the world and you hated how he didn’t care for team
work, how he made everything into a competition and how he always, with every
comment or snide look, made your heart flutter. You hated how his strong jaw
and emerald eyes and incredible physique made you want to just grab him by the
sides of his face and kiss him. You hated him.
To him, you were an insufferable smart-ass that always had
to make a comment and he hated how you always knew just what to say to piss him
off. He hated how, when his brothers made you laugh he would want to punch
them, because he could never make you laugh. He hated how you could have your
hair un-brushed, in a messy bun, wearing an oversized jumper, and still look
like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He hated you.
As a friend of Tim’s from school (you were both in the
robotics club and Tim was the only person who could keep up with your caffeinated
rambles), and a superhero yourself, you practically lived at Wayne Manor. This caused
problems for everyone when you and Damian started glaring at each other or,
more often, started arguing over stupid things. You were always arguing, in the
living room, or kitchen, or foyer about Alfred’s last cookie, or talking too
loud, or someone left their shoes in the way, was harmless. The rest of the
family often joked about how you should kiss, or how you were in love with each
other. You and Damian always shut these accusations down, always accompanied by
a name or insult.
But as Damian listened to you screaming from the infirmary,
he was terrified at the prospect of his brothers being right.
The Scarecrow had been
tracked to a warehouse near Gotham Docks (what an original hiding place). You had
been called in by the Bat because of your powers. You had the ability to
control anything that that was in the form of or was in the current state of
gas. Or, as Damian puts it, “you control air, stop trying to make it sound
impressive”. This power was especially useful when dealing with a villain who
uses gas to do his villainy, but that didn’t stop Damian from complaining the
whole time. For this reason, Bruce stationed you on opposite sides of the dock.
The plan was simple.
You and Jason, the two most reckless, would sit nearby and watch, to intervene
if things turned sour. Tim would sneak in and shut down the machines used to
make and produce the unknown toxins that Scarecrow was making, Dick would
provide cover for him against any goons. Damian and Bruce would be the ones to
take Scarecrow head on. Simple.
You and Jason sat on a
roof, watching through the glass roof of the warehouse used by Scarecrow. You
watched as Dick dove into battling goons and Tim snuck around to the control panel.
”I wish we could
actually go in and help.” Jason grumbled.
“You mean you wish you
could shoot someone?” You laugh back. Since you began helping the caped crusader,
you and Jason sort of just, clicked. Both of you were reckless souls that lived
for danger and adventure. Nobody thought this was a good combination, but they
left you both be.
“And what’s wrong with
that, Gust?” Jason Threw you a smirk and moved his gun in a way that allowed
the gentle moonlight to reflect.
”Both of you, shut up.” Tim grumbles and you turn your attention back to him, hiding around a corner
and typing away on his keypad. Dick seemed to be struggling with goons, and
Damian swiftly swung in. You made a sarcastic comment to him about how his entrance
was graceful, he responded with a snide remark on how ‘at least he was helping
fight’. Bruce, after telling you both to stop, jumped down after Damian.
”I told you to wait
Damian.” Bruce gruffly chided him, punching a goon and swinging them into
”Yeah. Dami. Follow
the plan.” You muttered, but loudly enough for all of the boys to hear.
”Gust, enough.” He said,
commanded really. This time you shut up. Bruce started helping his oldest and
youngest son’ staking down goons.
”Why is she allowed to
call you Dami and not get a death threat?” Tim suddenly speaks up, annoyed (but
whether it’s from struggling with the machine’s firewalls or Damian was hard to
”Aww, Dami.” You coo condescendingly,
knowing just how to push his buttons.
”She’s not. But Batman
beat me telling her to shut up.” Damian responds, ignoring your comment and
punching a good a bit too hard.
”Or,” Jason chirps
from beside you, “Demon spawn has a wikkle cwush.” You snort and high-five
Jason. Damian just growls and kicks a guy in the… downstairs. You continue to
make comments, encouraged by Jason and Dick (who were also teasing their baby
brother). You and Jason stayed, waiting for things to be bad enough for you
both to assist, watching the boys fighting goons. You watched as goons kept
flooding into the room in waves and they were quickly overwhelmed. Jason motioned
for you to stay put and jumped down, but there were hundreds of goons, from all
different villain bosses, in that warehouse (it appeared as though Scarecrow had
hired to goons of other villains that were currently in Arkham). But when Jason
landed, he took them down with efficacy (but not killing them or the Bat would
get mad). Â Tim was pulled from the
machines by goons and had to turn his attention away to defend himself. You were
itching to help but the numbers were slowly dwindling, so you stayed put.
That was when the
machines started to operate and Scarecrow made his presence known. You jumped
down and took over the goons attacking Batman so he could go after Scarecrow. Well,
that was the plan. Instead you were taken down by the Scarecrow (you really
should pay more attention) and he held a gun to your head. The boys were all
distracted but there was only about 100 men left to take down. Jason saw you
and took to killing the goons, Batman too distracted to notice.
“Well, Bats, it seems
you have lost your touch.” Scarecrow calls out, referencing the fact that all
five of them were overwhelmed. You tried to wiggle out of his grip and resisted
the urge to draw the air from his lungs (because Batman was very adamant to
discourage you killing, being younger than Jason). A mask was placed over your
face and a thick air filled your lungs. You tried to fight it but you were
already feeling weaker and you couldn’t concentrate enough to use your powers. The
last thing you remember was someone calling out to you, but their voice was
very distant, and falling to the ground.
You had to be strapped down to your hospital bed in the
infirmary, like a mental ward patient. You had been there for nearly three
weeks and you only stopped screaming when you were asleep, but you very rarely
You had been strapped down after the first time you woke up.
You had woken up and tried to kill Jason, who was on duty at the time, looking out
for you. You were sedated and strapped down. You woke up multiple times that
day, screaming bloody murder, before Bruce decided to run a DNA test to find
out what had flooded your system and caused to act so… afraid. When you weren’t
screaming, you whimpered like a small child at nightmares and monsters that
only you could see.
Two weeks later, the boys were antsy. They still didn’t know
what was in your system and they were all terrified (even Damian, although he wouldn’t
admit it). Then, Bruce, with the help of a very tired, figured out how to help
you and what the toxin was.
The Scarecrow had figured out the limits of your powers. He made
a toxin that was a liquid that was almost in the state of a gas, so it could be
inhaled, but it wasn’t, so you had no control over it. The toxin showed the victim
their greatest fears, even able to replace people with whatever monster that
would scare them the most and flood their dreams.
But finally, Bruce and Tim had found a cure for you
(the machine and all traces of the toxin apart from the sample they took were
With the cure making its way through your bloodstream and
you slowly were regaining consciousness. Damian was on ‘guard duty’ when you
were waking up and watched you cautiously.
“hmm. Mm.” You quietly moaned, still seeing the ghosts of
your nightmares. “Damian?” You looked curiously at the boy sitting next to your
bed. You try to move your arm to wipe your eyes and you notice the restraints. Your
gaze rises back to Damian and you wait for him to comment. Instead he leans
over you and releases your arms. You rub your eyes and shudder as another flash
of the monster that haunted you for nearly three weeks crosses your mind. Then you
start to cry. Damian doesn’t know what else to do, so he leans forward and hugs
”You’re not alone.
I’m right here.” He whispers while you cry into his shirt. “You are okay, ‘amira.” You slowly compose yourself as Damian continues to whisper reassurances to you,
slipping between English and Arabic. “satakun bikhayr.” He whispers as you gently pull away, slightly blushing.
He looks at your (e/c). Even though they are bloodshot, your
eyes are still the most beautiful he has ever seen.
“Are you okay now?” He asks in a hushed tone.
“Yeah. I think I’m good.” Your throat scratches from the
weeks of screaming. You both just fall into silence. His emerald eyes showing
an affection towards you that you have never seen before and your resolve to
never admit your liking towards him started to fall apart. And it completely crumbled
when he leant forwards and connected his lips to yours.
A/N; ‘Amira means Princess. Satakun bikhayr means You’ll be okay. (all translations are from google translate so they could be wrong)
Summary: You meet Sebastian at an afterparty but work forces you to go separate ways. Will this be the last time you meet?
AN: I was thinking about doing a part 2 to this. Let me know if it’s something you guys want.
You glanced at the clock in the corner of your phone, only three hours left until you could sleep in the comfort of your private plane. Being a model had its perks but it certainly also some downsides, like never being home and always having to work. But you couldn’t complain, you were one of the lucky few who actually managed to make a name for yourself in the business and be able to live off modelling.
You walked as gracefully as you could in the tall heels that had been killing your feet for the last few hours over to the bar. The afterparty for celebrities who had attended or walked in New York Fashion Week was hosted by Tyra Banks at a gorgeous place in the upper east side of Manhattan. Flowers were placed strategically around the room to give it a spring of colour with a rustic vibe coming from the brick walls and multiple light bulbs hanging freely. Every corner looked like the perfect place to have a photo shoot, something you imagined was what they had in mind when decorating. It definitely looked good as a background evidenced by the fact that you had already taken a lot of pictures with friends.
“Can I get a virgin Strawberry Daiquiri?” You sighed in relief settling down on the chair, your feet thanking you.
“You don’t drink?” A warm slightly rough voice asked sitting down on the unoccupied chair next to you.
“Have a flight to catch, and work in the morning so not tonight…” you trailed off lifting your head to look at the stranger. Holy moly. The man sat next to you was stunning. His face was traced by a slight stubble and brown hair pulled into a low bun. The suit he was wearing did not hide his incredible physique and you could almost see the muscles moving beneath his shirt.
“I’m sorry, but have we met before?” There was something familiar about his face but you couldn’t put your finger to it. His suit looked expensive enough for you to know he was of importance but that’s as far as your limited deductions skills reached.
“No, we haven’t. I would never forget such a beautiful woman as you,” he smirked. He reached out a hand and you were surprised when he instead of shaking it kissed the top of yours delicately.
“Quite the flirt, aren’t you?” you teased him slightly, taking a sip of the drink that had been placed in front of you mere moments before.
He chuckled ordering a whisky for himself, “I’m Sebastian Stan.”
Sebastian Stan. Where had you heard that name before…
“OH,” you exclaimed loudly, “were you in Cinderella?
He looked up confused, “No, that wasn’t me. I think that was Richard Madden. You might have seen me in Captain America. I play Bucky Barnes.”
A light switched on in your head. How could you forget? He was the one you spent the entire film crushing on. He was also the one you may have cried a few tears for when he fell to his demise, that you soon learned wasn’t actually but didn’t make it any less painful to watch.
“Ohhh, right. I loved that film.“ you gushed slightly still blushing from the incorrect guess. "Well, before I embarrass myself anymore, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”
“I know,” he winked at you rubbing salt in the wound. He did decide to let you off the hook by continuing, “I saw you on the runway. You looked fantastic-”
You blushed even more at the kind words spewing from his mouth getting lost in the enthusiasm. When he was finished you were sure he could see the red coming all the way from your neck to your ears.
Sebastian was surprisingly easy to talk to, something about him made you comfortable and you found yourself talking about things you didn’t necessarily talk about until you were close friends. His easy and open attitude made you take some of yours walls down, unconsciously, and let him in without a fight.
A beep from your phone signalled a new message from your manager telling you she was outside in the car.
Sebastian must have noticed the disappointed look on your face and laid his hand on your wrist in a light touch inquiring about it silently.
“I’m sorry, I have to go. It was lovely to meet you,” you half smiled standing up downing the last of your drink. You wished you could stay talking the night away but unfortunately being an adult meant having responsibilities.
“Can I see you again?” he had a hopeful look on his face.
“I-I’m not sure. I don’t know when I’ll be back again.” You had filled him in on your work and how you had London Fashion Week coming up along with loads of other photo shoots. “I just don’t think it would work out with me. You shouldn’t have to wait. Find some other nice girl, there are loads in here.” You kissed his cheek after some hesitation and left with a sad smile not letting him speak a word. Somehow, you knew he was to get a word in you would change your mind instantly and he didn’t deserve that.
When you turned around right before the door he was still sitting just staring at you. With a heavy sigh, you mastered the strength to walk out knowing it couldn’t work out for the two you. No matter, how much you really wanted it.
Scenario of Kageyama being jealous when his crush hangs around Tsukki a lot (because they're in the same class) and at his breaking point he drags his crush away to confess and the crush feels the same way. Please and thank you!
I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS SWEETHEART(i did)
“You have a crush on-” your eyes widen and your hand covers his mouth.
Tsuki’s eyes were wide as yours were. A smirk forms into the middle blockers face and he laughs.
“Wow. Never knew you had low standards.” He covers his mouth.
Your eyebrows furrow and a pout forms on your lips. You hit his arm but he continues to laugh.
Kageyama looks at you from afar, his heart breaking as you hug Tsukishima by the waist.
You tightly hug Kei and make sure to stop his breathing.
“Gosh, you are my best friend for life!” You pause in between words and hug him tighter.
“__-_____…” He grunts as he tries to push you away. You laugh as you let go and he catches his breath.
He glares at you and slaps both of your cheeks lightly with his two hands. Kageyama’s eyebrows furrow at the tall blonde.
“Hey _____, King’s staring at you, shall I call him?” Tsuki’s smirk doesn’t leave his face as his voice steadily gets louder as he speaks.
You huff and stand to leave. Kei grabs hold of your bag, causing you to sit back down. You yelp as you land on your bum.
“You suck.” Your eyes meet Kei’s and he laughs.
“Thanks.” ~~~~~ “Ne, Kageyama,” the small middle blocker says as the setter presses the two buttons on the vending machine.
Tobio looks at him, sipping his milk in the process.
“I heard a rumor that Tsukishima has a crush on _____-chan.” He whispers into his ear and Tobio’s hand crushes the box of milk.
“You should probably tell her soon.” Kageyama sees you come out from the doors and takes Hinata’s arm. They hide behind the wall.
“So, you like him, right?” Your friend says as you two walk past the two. Tobio’s mouth falls slightly open and his eyes widen.
Were you talking about Tsukishima?
He sees you glance towards the vending machines and he quickly hides.
“Kageyama, I wanna hear too!” Shouyou whispers/shouts.
Tobio covers his mouth and Hinata glares at the taller boy.
“I really do. I just don’t know how to tell him…"
Tobio’s heart races.
Who were you talking about?
“I think you should tell him. I heard he likes you back.” Your friend says.
Kageyama’s hand falls from the spiker’s mouth and he looks at Tobio and his heart calls out to him.
‘Poor Tobio.’ He says as he pats Kageyama’s back.
Tobio’s arm swings against his teammates face, as a reflex.
Tobio glances at you and sees you staring at his direction.
“I’m sorry please don’t speak…” Tobio whispers.
He closes his eyes, afraid of being caught.
“Maybe it was just a squirrel?"
He takes a deep breath and looks at his glaring teammate. ~~~~~ "I don’t like him that way! What the hell are they talking about?!” Your friend rolls her eyes at you and nods.
“I know, _____. You don’t have to tell me about that because I am your friend and I know that you’re in love with Kageyama.” She says it bluntly, your eyes widening.
“Shh!!” You slap her arm and she avoids it.
“I don’t love him…” you glare at your friend.
Oh, but you do.
You love everything about him.
You love how he was actually a dork, and how through his slightly tough demeanor, he is a sweetheart. He’s an idiot who does amazing at what he loves.
His hair, his eyes, his incredibly fit physique made you love him even more. “So, you like him, right?” Your friend says as you exit the doors and pass by the vending machines.
You glance at the machines, hoping to see a glimpse of the blue eyed boy.
“I really do. I just don’t know how to tell him…” you blush at the thought. You look to the ground and away from your friend.
“I think you should tell him. I heard he likes you back.”
You hear a thump by the vending machines and you both turn to look.
You look at your friend, wondering what it was. “Maybe it was just a squirrel?” You look back suspiciously.
“Let’s go eat lunch, _____.”
“Tsukishima!” You slap his back and he gasps.
He turns around and glares. “Why are you here?"
You roll your eyes. "You were supposed to tutor me for math class!"
Tobio stares at you two. But alas, you don’t notice his burning stare.
He glares at the middle blocker. He notices glances at the setter and smirks at you.
"Looks like King’s about to blow a fuse.” He says. Yamaguchi’s eyes widen as he sees Kageyama, ears red and hands clenched.
“What are you talking about?” You turn around to look at Tobio and see him stomping at you.
You open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off. He holds onto your arm and pulls you to the side, out of everybody’s ears.
To say you were shocked was an understatement. You were alone with Tobio. Your heart beats so loudly that you were afraid he could hear it. He looks at you and takes a deep breath.
Time was moving too slow, what was he going to say?
His cheeks turn bright pink and he blurts it out, finally gathering the courage to do so.
“I really like you may I be your boyfriend?!” he says it without stopping for breath.
This is it, he thought.
What if you didn’t like him? What if you liked someone else? Had he been an idiot by just blurting that out?!
Your jaw drops and you gasp.
“I…” you choke out the words you wanted to say for so long, and yet you couldn’t.
You see his hands shaking, he must be nervous too.
Tobio just confessed to you, what are you doing?!
You nod slightly, then ecstatically as a smile finally finds it’s way to your lips. The way you smiled at him made his heart beat even faster than it ever did. It was like his whole body froze up in a matter of seconds.
Did she just say yes?
You look away shyly, a response not yet formulated by Tobio.
“For Christ’s sake, just kiss her already!” Tsukishima yells out of the gym doors.
“Kageyama, just kiss her!” Hinata yells at him, and he usually would’ve hit him, today was an exception.
Tobios hands found their way to yours and he leans down to kiss your cheek. You feel his grip tightening as his soft lips touched your cheek.
A big blush was found to both your faces as he pulls away.
“I really like you too Tobio.” You smile up at him and tiptoe, pressing your lips to his cheek. His eyes widen as you do so, hands resting on your waist.
“Finally…” Kei mumbles as he goes back inside the gym.
Farrow @ Asa: "Wow... you have an incredible physique. What's your training regime, if you have one? I might just have to do some of my own now."
But the one who helped me most of all? The one who pushed my limits?
My mentor! He trained me to master my punches to perfection! Turns out he escaped custody from humans so he knew how to keep a body at tip shape, past training he says….And odviously, **she poses** IT WORKED!
“I forgot how much I hate you,” Stiles grumbled sullenly as he slid into the passenger seat of the Camaro.
He was careful not to jostle his skinned knee as he shifted around to get more comfortable. With a beleaguered grunt, he crossed his scratched up arms over his chest.
He was beyond done. Mostly because he was covered in fairy guts and tiny bits of bone, his hair matted with thick, dark blood that fucking sparkled. Because apparently fairy blood fucking sparkled.
His arms stung where the fairies had mercilessly slashed him up, their tiny claws surprisingly sharp and unbearably painful when they pierced his flesh. His left knee was still bleeding from where he had scraped it on a rock after Isaac had accidentally knocked him over.
His ears still ached from the shrill banshee-like screams the fairies had let out as they had attacked. It was bad enough to almost make him wince in sympathy for the werewolves whose ears were probably still ringing.
But sympathy would have to wait since it was the werewolves’ fault that he was grimy and dirty and covered in sparkling blood, in desperate need of a long, hot shower at midnight on a school night. Unfortunately, his shower had to wait, too, since Derek had taken his sweet time burying the sharp toothed little bastards, gathering up their remains and dumping them into a deep hole by the treeline.
The rest of the pack had already taken off in that white suburban mom’s excuse of a Toyota that Derek had loaned Boyd for the night. All of the betas had crammed in so tight it would have made a sardine feel claustrophobic.
Regardless of the tight confines, Stiles had valiantly attempted to get a seat in the Toyota. But Isaac, the little fucking cheat, had beat him in rock, paper, scissors, leaving Stiles stuck behind, having to catch a ride home with Derek.
Speaking of the perpetually grumpy alpha, he was fastening his seatbelt in the driver’s seat. He rolled his eyes at Stiles’ petulant comment, very clearly unamused.
But Stiles didn’t really care how annoyed Derek was with him considering the fact that he was beyond pissed off at the Derek. So much so that he refused to bite his tongue any longer than he already had.
“I can’t believe you called me for that,” Stiles hissed as Derek started the Camaro’s engine that roared to life with a deep purr. He flicked on the headlights that cut through the murky darkness of the preserve, shining a bright beam through the thicket of oak trees the fairies had erupted out of.
The same frolic of fairies that had been almost comically easy to dispose of. A few claw swipes here and a couple swats of their hands there and the fairies had been completely finished, the entire horde decimated.
Beyond frustrated, Stiles said as much, viciously growling out, “Fairies. Fucking fairies. Not even a full court of fairies. It took about half an hour to get rid of the little bastards! You should’ve just handled it yourself instead of completely ruining my night!”
Derek rolled his eyes again as he put the Camaro into gear. As he did a tight, efficient K-turn before heading out towards the road, he voiced his disagreement, casually dismissing, “It was just a date, Stiles. It’s not the end of the world.”
Stiles let out a frustrated groan as he unfolded his arms, throwing his hands up in pure exasperation. Because of course Derek didn’t understand. Why in the hell would he?
Derek was god’s gift to the earth and everyone knew it. He was sweet and smart and strong and good looking. Like, unearthly good looking. Unfairly good looking.
With all his dark stubble and thick hair, his incredible physique and chiseled features, he was a veritable Adonis. A runaway runway model strutting around Beacon Hills in all his glory.
It was no wonder that Derek had people drooling over him no matter where he went, whether it was the grocery store or the post office or the freaking gas station for Christ’s sake. Young women and elderly women alike never failed to ogle the handsome alpha.
Stiles had even seen a nun check out Derek’s ass once. A nun. Because Derek was so unbelievably gorgeous that it made people break their sacred vows to resist the temptations of the flesh.
In short, Derek was basically six feet of beautiful badass-ery which was he had no idea why the date had been such a big deal for Stiles. Because unlike Derek who had a dangerously sharp jawline and high cheekbones and a devastatingly gorgeous smile, Stiles was one hundred and forty seven pounds of pasty skin and flailing limbs.
Where Derek was muscular and strong, Stiles was scrawny and wiry, barely able to make it through the high school’s presidential fitness test. Where Derek was graceful and charming, Stiles tripped over his own feet and suffered from a perpetual bout of verbal diarrhea.
Where Derek was seamlessly able to draw anyone’s eye, Stiles was lucky if people even noticed him walk into a room. Hell, he had actually been marked absent a few times because he was so painfully unremarkable.
Being ignored and overlooked was essentially a very succinct summary of his entire high school experience. Which was why he had been so excited when Adam had asked him out.
Adam was the captain of the school’s soccer team, a highly decorated striker with a record amount of goals under his belt. He was one of the popular kids who drove a fancy foreign car and threw parties at his palatial home every weekend.
With his pale blonde hair and deep green eyes, he was model gorgeous. He had tons of people, both men and women, fawning over him left and right. Which was why Stiles could still hardly believe that Adam had asked him out.
He had been doodling in the margins of his statistics notebook in class, having already skipped several chapters ahead in the textbook, when someone had tossed a note onto his desk. Careful not to let Ms. Fleming see him reading it, Stiles had discreetly unfolded the little square of notebook paper to find a hastily scrawled message.
It was from Adam, a quick note asking Stiles out that Sunday. A phone number had been included.
After class, Stiles had punched the number into his cell phone and sent a text to ask where they were going. According to the response, they would be going to some fancy cafe that Stiles hadn’t even known was in Beacon Hills.
Admittedly, Stiles had been extremely skeptical at first. He had been convinced that it was some sort of elaborate prank, a cruel joke thought up by some asshole. It wouldn’t be the first time it had happened.
So, on Sunday evening, he had sat on his front porch in his nicest pair of jeans and a brand new button up, half expecting Adam to not show up at all. But at eight forty three, Adam had pulled up in his ritzy dark blue Lexus, looking sinfully good in a tight t-shirt and dark skinny jeans.
After letting his dad know that he was leaving, he had climbed into the passenger seat and they had sped off to Café Rouge.
Things had been going pretty great. They had talked about upcoming tests and college applications while they sipped overly expensive lattes on the outdoor patio.
Stiles managed not to embarrass himself by rambling or bringing up anything that might send Adam running for the hills. He even managed to forget about the supernatural craziness that was his life for a little bit.
For his part, Adam had talked about himself enough to be slightly annoying. But he made up for it by leaning in close like he was going to kiss him.
Predictably, it was right then that Stiles’ cell phone had rung with Derek’s ringtone. All of sudden, the peaceful atmosphere of the cafe had been rudely interrupted by the chorus of Hungry Like the Wolf playing obnoxiously loud.
With a heavy sigh, Stiles had apologized to Adam and begrudgingly answered his phone. Derek rarely called unless it was an emergency.
Derek had growled out that the pack needed some help with a group of fairies that were encroaching on Hale territory. He had been even more impatient than usual, demanding to know where Stiles was.
With another deep sigh, Stiles had given Derek the name of the cafe. After hanging up, he had apologized to Adam again, claiming that he had to help his friend out with something, insisting that it was an emergency.
Derek pulled up in the Camaro a few minutes later to drive Stiles to the preserve. Once there, they had spent two hours trekking through the thick underbrush of the forest in search of the fairies’ hideout.
They finally found them in a grove of oak trees, hiding in the hollowed trunk of one of the older trees. The second the pack was within a three foot radius of their tree, the little bastards had attacked.
As per usual, Stiles had been the prime target. Half an hour later he was all clawed to hell, with skinned knees, a split lip, and a ruined shirt.
All in all, the night that had started out rather hopeful had been dragged through the mud. It wasn’t as though he was all that into Adam but since the guy he had been pining over for years had never shown any interest in him, he figured it was the best he was going to get.
And Derek just had to ruin it.
“Fuck you,” Stiles spat as Derek made a left turn, heading back towards town. “It wasn’t just a date, asshole.”
“I’m sorry, was it your anniversary?” Derek sniped back as he leaned over to turn on Stiles’ heat warmer. But if he thought that would be enough to placate Stiles, he was dead wrong.
“No, jackass,” Stiles retorted, turning his head to stare out the window at the passing scenery. Growling under his breath, he continued, “It was our first date. My first date.”
The Camaro lurched to a sudden stop when Derek belatedly stomped on the brakes, coming close to blowing past a stop sign. He whipped his head to the side to gawk at Stiles, incredulously demanding, “What?”
Stiles bristled, crossing his arms over his chest as he turned to meet Derek’s gaze with a glare. Curling his lip, he defensively snapped, “What do you mean ‘what’?”
“You’ve never been on a date before?” Derek elaborated, his brows knitting together. The disbelief in his tone made Stiles even more defensive.
“Yeah, so what?” Stiles snarled, narrowing his eyes at the alpha. Gritting his teeth, he informed Derek, “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t really have people beating a path to my door.”
“But you’ve never been on a date before?” Derek reiterated, his voice thick with confusion. It grated on Stiles’ nerves like nothing else. He was about to snap at Derek when the alpha glanced down and mumbled, “That doesn’t make any sense.”
“What the hell are you talking about, dude?” Stiles demanded. “It makes perfect sense. I’m just some skinny little nerd who can’t shut up to save his life. Not exactly prime dating material.”
“Don’t talk about yourself like that!” Derek thundered, tightening his grip on the steering wheel until the vinyl cried out in protest. His jaw was tight as he gravely announced, “You’re brave, loyal, incredibly smart, good looking… Anyone would be lucky to go out with you.”
“But then…” Stiles trailed off uncertainly, dropping his arms. He lowered his eyes to his lap as he softly mumbled, “Why haven’t you ever asked me out?”
There was a long, uncomfortable silence, awkwardness thick in the air between them. Surprisingly, Derek was the one who broke it.
“Next Friday,” he said quietly. “I’ll take you to the diner on Fifth. You can get as many curly fries as you want and you can talk my ear off about whatever you want. I… I can pick you up at seven?”
“Yeah…” Stiles breathed, sure that he was dreaming. If he was, he never wanted to wake up.
Without another word, Derek stepped on the gas. They drove further into town, leaving the preserve behind for now.
Smiling to himself, Stiles reached over to tug one of Derek’s hands off of the steering wheel, intertwining their fingers. As he ran his thumb over Derek’s knuckles he thought about how he would explain things to Adam.
Because he loved Derek more than anything. And that was something he would never forget.
The fighting ensued long before the assassin arrived. Furniture
was strewn across the floor, papers flying everywhere. The once impeccable loft
now littered with empty gun shells. He had already killed a few of them but
they just kept on coming. He was growing tired of the constant battle. His
strength had not fully returned yet, but it would only be a matter of time if
everything went according to plan. He just needed to get through tonight.
He knew he was smart and obviously good looking, that’s
probably why they were all attracted to him. Everywhere he went, there was
someone always waiting –in every corner, every turn. But he knew he was only
kidding himself. The hard truth was it wasn’t his pleasing personality or his
incredible physique that attracted these questionable people in his life. It was
the blasted dead pool –born out of his money, 117 million to be exact.
He was in the middle of slashing the throat of another
masked assailant when he smelled it. Multiple shots were fired across the room and
the men standing before him now littered across the floor. He turned around
ready to take on the newcomer, but what he saw stopped him dead on his tracks.
He couldn’t believe his eyes, although his other senses
caught the familiar scent the moment the gunman made an appearance. Of all the
scenarios that he could possibly think of, this certainly didn’t cross his
mind. This was quite the game changer however, one that he could somehow work
on his advantage, especially if it was to determined whether the new addition
would be friend or foe.
“Y/N?” He said, tone resolute with claws still
unsheathed, ready to pounce at the moment’s notice.
Hello! This is a bit different. I’m not quite sure of the response on this.
Have you ever felt like an outsider in your group of friends, your family who you’ve been with for the past five years? I sat on the bar stool with an untouched drink, tightly held in my hand as I saw the scene play out in front of me.
“Oh man, congratulations!” I heard Jeremy tell him as he shook his hand and then, hugged him. I was here with Jeremy, as a plus one because, I was not quite sure if I was invited, today. This never happened before but, now I was never sure of anything. The invitation came on the group, and that is how he usually called everyone but, he always called or sent a personal message which I didn’t receive. I could just not go, though, he had signed his new film and was free for a week before; it started it’s shooting again in London, and he had some good news to give. An announcement which he wanted everyone to know and I thought that maybe this was the new which would clear all my doubts and give me the reasons. I wasn’t wrong.
Everyone had come around them, congratulating, wishing him all the happiness in the world and best of lucks like, his past didn’t have any. I was a part of this, too but quite invisible now, as someone else held my place. He had his hand wrap around her waist, and he held her close like he wanted her to stick to him. I couldn’t pull my eyes away. Was this the reason? How could it be?
“How are you?” Samantha came and touched my cheek with hers. I didn’t respond, I couldn’t respond. It was like my eyes and body were stuck to him and his hand around hers. How could she be the reason? Samantha shook me, and I looked at her. I knew I had a blank, poker face. It was almost like I couldn’t see her face because it was all so hazy.
“Samantha! Come here!” Matthew called her. She sighed and kissed my cheek before walking away. Could he see me here? Could he feel my eyes on him? Could he understand my need for a reason? Why did he do this to me?
I shifted my eyes to see the bigger scene. I used to be a part of this family. They were my family here. Should I go back to my home? I was sitting here, working in a different land and, I had made him my home here and, I was so easily replaced. I self-pitied myself, I was forgotten. Could no one see I was dying here? What was my fault?
“The glass will break if you hold it like that any longer,” I heard the bartender say that to me. I let the glass go, and shifted my eyes to him. He was cleaning the glass, as he gave me a slight smile. I think he understood my situation. Must have seen it play out a thousand times in front of him.
“You alright?” He asked. I didn’t reply. I turned around again, looking at the circle in front of me. I was on the outside.
No one felt shocked when he announced his new relationship. Even if it had been just four months since his last ended. His last with me, I was the ex now. I had planned my life together. I wanted a child and a family which was all gone now. I was questioning everything in my head; my relationship with him for five years, my relationship with all our friends standing in his happiness in front of me. Would anyone care if I disappear now? I thought No.
Sighing and then, breathing in, I stood up. A bit wobbly, I held the table. I looked up again, as she placed a kiss on his neck. I felt defeated. It was the only feeling I could understand right now. I picked up my wallet and turned around, walking away from the celebration.
“There is a new guy here today, for the position. Should I send him in?” I heard my secretary tell me. I was so knocked out. I had been working my ass off ever since that day. I got some sympathy messages over the next week.
I’m sorry that, it happened. Are you keeping alright?
Hey, how are you? Do you want to hang out? Don’t think too much about it. It happened for a reason.
Are you good? Reply man. I know what happened would seem wrong but, we have to move on right?
I didn’t understand all of this. No one said that it was wrong. That he broke up his five-year relationship with me after giving me no reason but, blaming his work commitments and then, in four months got a new girl. I was with him for five years, did it mean nothing? I didn’t reply to any message.
“Yes, send him in,” I told her.
I had removed all evidence of him from my life. It was hard. It was five years worth of pictures, memories which I didn’t want to have right now.
A knock on the door, “Come in,” I straightened up.
“Hey, good evening,” It was the same guy from the bar. The bartender, “Oh, umm hi, how are you?” He asked, recognising me.
I didn’t respond. His hair was tied in a bun like it was that night. His features were more visible now, in the light. He was very handsome. I’m sure he had girls hanging on to his last words with his vibrant green eyes staring into mine. A sharp jaw, pouty red lips, like he had been biting it and an incredible physique. Only he knew what had happened to me.
“Good evening, sit down,” I told him and opened his portfolio. He understood my answer of not responding to his last question, and he sat down smiling. “So, Harry Styles, you have an incredible CV.”
“Thank you,” he smiled. I could see he was nervous.
“You have a degree from Yale. That is amazing. How was your course?” I asked.
“It was as incredible as it is known to be. I have a degree in Graphic Design and, it has given me the correct exposure required and needed in this field,” He went on to talk about his work. He was quite accomplished and fit with our team and requirements.
“Mr Styles, tell me, you’re age is about a year or two older for this to be your second job. Has there been a reason behind this?” I asked.
“Yes, umm. You see after I graduated college. I had to take a sabbatical for three years before I started my masters. I worked around for a bit but, couldn’t get the correct job which would meet my required time. I have a daughter, she is six now, and I had to raise her myself after a fallout with her mother. That has been my delay.”
“But, you work as a bartender?” I asked, having seen him.
“Oh yes, I worked there after my graduation. We know the manager so, we lived as staff for three years until I got a scholarship to study at Yale and, after my masters in Design, I worked at another firm but, I felt it quite restricting. But, your company offers the right space for creative freedom so, when I heard there was an opening, I quit and prepared for this interview. I have a portfolio with my hard copies and others if you would like to have a look?” He picked up his file, and I took it.
“This is really good, Harry. Your work is very impressive.”
“Thank you. It means a lot,” He nodded.
“So, Harry you do fit our profile. You add a lot to it, and I have seen your work, and it would be lovely if you would like to join us,” I told him.
“Yes!” His face lit up. “I mean, yes that will be fantastic.
“When can you start?” I asked.
“When would you like me to start?” He asked.
“Next week? Since you’ll have to shift your house, I feel a week in needed. We have a position free to head the department as our last head is moving to Austria with his wife. He was an incredible guy so, you have a little pressure. I can start you with 45K a month for now. Your experience is a bit less for being the head but, your work should make up for it.”
“Thank you so much!” I could see tears forming in his eyes.
“You deserve it. Our company offers an apartment to all our heads and subheads so, we could show you the choice you have. You have two actually, and one has a beautiful view. And we can discuss your contract?” I asked, and he nodded, thanking me again.
It made me feel happy. After all the struggle he had gone through, it would all be worth it, now for him.
Harry ended up choosing the apartment right in front of me. People told me it was an amazing opportunity with two single people living next to each other but, I shook it off. I was the owner and the CEO and, had too many things to handle as it is. The company was finally doing well, and was now escalating and, I felt at least one part of my life a bit sorted. If “sorted” meant new tensions every day but, otherwise, I loved my job. We started out as nothing and look at us now.
Harry’s daughter was adorable. And, incredibly well-mannered, too. She told me all about her new school and friends once when she saw me eating alone in the cafeteria, forcing Harry to join us. He fitted well with the people. As the head of design, our company was now wanted in the limelight, and business was good. I could tell that because our investors were very happy.
As for me, I was making new friends now. From work and they were lovely. I had my life separated from my ex and, I finally felt as if I existed. Harry was also, a part of this new friend list. He was always catching my attention. He was lovely with his team, always funny and keeping them involved while he was incredible with his daughter. She adored him; she told me she adored him. I was getting a little more attached to her, too. Always frolicking around, she was quite inclusive in her approach. Calling me when they had their baking day together. Or calling me to watch Finding Dory with them, I felt I was a part of something but, still from the outside.
I visited my family often, but I was always the last for them. It happened, I was the middle child, and with such exciting lives of my sister as the winner of ever book prize in the last two years with her new series and my brother’s new fiancé, they forgot me. It was this reason why I shifted, too and started my business here. My problems or happiness were always sidelined, or it was what I felt.
But, Harry’s daughter, Charlie made me feel quite wanted. It was worth her ringing my doorbell at 6 AM because her dad couldn’t make her hair look pretty for the dance. Or being invited to the dance with him was the best. I didn’t know where I stood with Harry but, Charlie filled a void in my heart.
Like today, I specially bought some Finding Dory cookies, knowing she loved them. I rang the bell and, Harry opened the door. “Hey! I bought some cookies for Charlie, is she here?” I asked, peeking inside.
“Hey no, she has a sleepover at her friend’s house. Should I hold on to them and give it when she comes?” He asked.
“Yeah, they’re chocolate so, keep them outside in a jar,” I gave it to him and turned around to walk to my door.
“Hey, umm, are you doing something tonight?” He asked, making me stop in my tracks.
“Nope,” I shook my head.
“I have this carton of wine from my friend and absolutely no company, join me?” he asked.
I giggled and nodded my head, walking into his apartment.
“I have no idea?” I giggled as we sat on the couch, drunk on three bottles of wine. We had talked about everything except our personal lives and this question in my head wanted to get out.
Harry in his shorts, looking incredibly hot, poured another glass for both of us, and I asked him, “tell me about Charlie’s mother.”
“Charlie’s mother?” he rubbed his face. “What would you like to know?”
“Everything?” I asked.
“Umm,” he leant back. “We were dating for a like a year in college, and, one night’s overconfidence got her pregnant. I don’t regret it now. Charlie is my everything. My family loves the kid and, I love her to death. But, her mother was not like this. She left in a month after giving birth. Wanting something different from her life, not wanting it with me? I just wish Charlie had a mother, though. Even I don’t deserve her partner,” he took a sip of his drink.
“Does Charlie know?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, she met her. Didn’t like her, or that’s what she says. But Emelia doesn’t want anything to do with her. She has made that quite clear. Even signed a document saying that ” He huffed.
“Where is she? Do you know?”
“Yeah, she is on her honeymoon right now. Got married to some billionaire, somewhere,” he sighed.
“Do you love her?”
“I never loved her. I loved her when she was carrying my child but, I always felt that we were together because of peer pressure. I just wish Charlie had her mother.” He laughed but, his face fell. “Your turn! Explain what I saw that night in the bar.”
“Wasn’t it quite clear?” I sighed, rubbing my feet. “We knew each other since college, were together for almost five years? He is an actor, you know that? So, when he signed his movie with a new banner and right when I thought he’ll propose cause he was finally stable, he broke up with me. Gave me random reasons of concentrating, distraction and four months into it, he got a new love.” I told him.
“Do you still love him?” He asked.
“No,” I replied. It was one thing I was sure of, “For a long time, I wanted a reason for him leaving me like that, I didn’t have a conclusion but, now I just don’t care.”
He nodded, I guess, he understood in some way. “It hurts?” he asked, shifting towards me, that his legs touched mine. He stared into my eyes, as I felt his warmth on the couch. My body felt so needy for touch all of a sudden.
“You are so beautiful,” I spoke before, I could think. “I’m sorry, I’m so drunk,” He giggled. “It hurts now and then. I always wanted a family but, I always end up being on the outside of everything.”
“Outside?” He frowned and touched my cheek.
“On the outside like I was in the bar. Looking in, in all the happiness. Like I was in my family, always waiting for someone to hear me out but, I still think, they don’t even know I felt like that,” His hand shifted down my neck, as I felt each of his fingers. His eyes were on my lips, and then, they travelled down. “On the outside, as I am with you and Charlie.”
“You’re not on this outside with us,” he said, meeting my eyes.
“Am I not? I’m not family and, I’m not her sitter. I’m not yours, nor I am hers, I’m just there…” I went on but, he stopped my thought process when I felt his lips on mine. They were so soft and yet, so strong against mine. He took me by surprise but, I would have lied if I had not been thinking about this for a long time.
“I’ve wanted to do this for such a long time,” He repeated my thoughts, against my lips only, they were his. He kept his lips strongly attached to mine as he held my waist and pulled me to sit in his lap. I moaned into his mouth as I felt his tongue trespassing my lips and, I being unable to stop him. I was his boss but, I wanted this so bad. I moaned his name, as he hands tightened around my hips, as I pushed myself more in his hands.
“You taste so good,” He moaned, as I felt my entire body heat up with just one kiss. We didn’t have any intention of stopping as we kept our lips firmly attached to each other into the night.
I woke up next morning, on a couch. Sunlight from the wall windows was lighting up the entire lobby as I turned on my back, looking for the person who I was with last night. It felt weird waking up on his couch. My friends told me if he doesn’t put you on the bed, leave. And, when had they ever been wrong. All the bottles were cleared from the table, and everything was kept in its place. Only I didn’t fit. I called for Harry once, around the house but, he was nowhere to be found and so, wasn’t any note.
I felt cheap. What was I thinking? He was a father, and I was just his boss. We were both needy, and it was just a kiss. But, was it? My head hurt from the wine consumed last night and, I hated feeling like this. I fixed his couch, wrote ‘thanks for last night’ on a note and shut the door behind me, as I felt a tear slip from my eyes.
lafayette x reader where the reader is a waitress and lafayette comes in one day and is taken by surprise by reader and then starts coming in more frequently and memorizes his order
Requested by anonymous
Lafayette took a deep breath as he entered the diner. Time to learn some English. He hadn’t been in this country for long, and he was determined to pick up the language. Unfortunately, that meant putting himself in uncomfortable situations. He stepped into the shop and looked around.
There weren’t many people inside. It seemed like a peaceful place. Well, it did until he felt someone run into him and heard a loud clatter.
“Oh! Crap,” groaned the waitress who had bumped into him.
She quickly knelt to pick up the contents of the tray that had scattered all over the floor, and Lafayette followed suit.
“I’m so sorry, sir,” she said apologetically.
“Non, non,” Lafayette shook his head, helping her gather her things, “My fault.”
“No, it’s mine,” the young lady insisted, “I’m sorry, I have a habit of not looking where I’m going! I can clean it up, you don’t have to do that.”
Lafayette, who had not understood much of what she had said, just smiled and handed her some plates and a mug. She took them and smiled back, looking curious.
“Do you speak English?” she asked.
Lafayette searched his brain for the correct phrase, speaking slowly, “Only a little.”
“Where are you from?” the waitress questioned, picking up the tray again and standing up.
“France,” Lafayette responded; that was a question he understood.
“Wow!” said the waitress, “France! That’s so cool!”
“(Y/n)!” a voice shouted from the back of the diner, making her jump, “Get back to work!”
“Sorry!” she cried back, flustered, “Coming!”
She gave Lafayette and apologetic smile and motioned to an empty table.
“Go ahead and sit down. I need to finish this up,” she said, nodding toward the disarray in her hands and heading off towards the front counter.
Lafayette took his cue from her motion, and sat down at the table. He watched as the clumsy waitress ((y/n), was it?) disappeared into the back room. She seemed nice. Not to mention pretty. She reappeared a moment later, wiping her hands on her apron, and grabbed a menu before making her way to Lafayette’s table.
“Right, well, hello again!” she said, handing him the menu.
“Thank you,” Lafayette used his limited English to accept it.
“There, you do know some English! I wish I spoke French. I mean, I know a few words, like bonjour and oui and gracias…wait, is that Spanish?” the waitress rambled.
Lafayette smiled to himself, looking over the words in the menu. He had no clue what any of them meant. He supposed he would have to take a guess and hope for the best.
“Wait, do you know how to read that?” (y/n) asked, the thought suddenly dawning on her.
She pointed at the menu and cocked her head questioningly, and Lafayette shook his head.
“Oh, of course not! Here, let me help you. Have you had American food? Do you know what you like?”
Lafayette shrugged and answered, “I don’t know.”
“Ok, well,” (y/n) began, helping herself to the seat beside him, “We have like hamburgers and french fries…oh! French fries! That’s funny. Or maybe you could try something more fancy, like quiche? That might even be from France. Let’s see…”
The girl continued talking in words that Lafayette did not understand, but he enjoyed her company. She was very beautiful, and helpful, even if she did talk a lot. He watched her as she leaned over the menu, talking more to herself than to him. She was very different from the waitresses he was used to. In France, they would never sit at the table with you. Maybe it was an American thing?
“So, yeah, what do you think?” she finished, looking up at him.
Lafayette had no clue what she had said, and he probably wouldn’t have understood it if he had been listening.
“You…choisis,” he said, unable to think of the word in English.
He pointed at the choices on the paper, and then at (y/n).
“I…choose?” she asked, catching on, “You want me to choose?”
“Yes,” Lafayette said happily, nodding his head.
“Well, okay. How about we go with typical American food. Burger and fries?” she asked.
Lafayette nodded, not knowing what she had said, but trusting her decision.
“Thank you,” he said.
“No problem!” (y/n) said, standing up from her seat, “Coming right up.”
She turned to walk back to the counter, but paused and turned back to him.
“Wait, what’s your name?” she asked.
“Lafayette,” he responded.
(Y/n) smiled and replied, “Nice to meet you Lafayette! I’m (y/n).”
With that, she hurried off to pass on his order, and Lafayette watched her go.
“(Y/n),” he repeated softly to himself.
A lovely name for such a lovely girl
Two weeks later, and Lafayette had come into the cafe nearly every day. He loved seeing (y/n), and she was always happy to help him with language. He now felt completely comfortable as he walked into the little shop.
“Hey, Laffy Taffy!” (y/n) called happily when she saw him enter.
“Hi, (y/n)!” he said, taking a seat at his usual table.
“I’ll be right back, okay? I need to carry out some other orders,” (y/n) informed him as she walked by, patting his shoulder as she went.
Lafayette watched her as she went about her work. She was so sweet and helpful. He wanted to be around her all the time. His feelings for her were growing rapidly. Finally, she finished with the other table, and walked over to him.
“Lafayette, it’s been a while!” (y/n) said, leaning her hip against the table, referring to the fact that he hadn’t come in yesterday, “How are you doing?”
“Very good,” Lafayette responded, as he always did when (y/n) was around, “How are you?”
“I’m doing great,” she replied with a grin.
She set a menu down in front of him and asked, “So, what’ll it be today?”
Lafayette pushed the menu away, causing (y/n) to raise an eyebrow. He cleared his throat and looked up at her.
“I will have an hamburger and french fries with water,” he said slowly, sounding out every word.
(Y/n) gave him a surprised open-mouthed smile.
“Hey! You memorised you order!” she practically sang, “That was fantastic!”
“Thank you,” Lafayette said, grinning from ear to ear.
“You’re learning so fast!” (y/n) said, shaking her head in happily, “Alright! One hamburger and fries with water, coming right up!”
She gave him a thumbs up and patted his arm encouragingly, making her way to the back room. Lafayette watched her go, unable to stop smiling.
“How can you possibly retain that incredible physique eating the way you do?” (y/n) questioned, looking Lafayette up and down.
Lafayette, sitting at his place in the cafe for the hundredth time, shrugged and took a sip of his milkshake.
“Wow. Must be a French thing,” (y/n) muttered, chuckling, “So, how is language learning going?”
“Good, I think,” Lafayette replied, “I have learned a lot.”
“You really have,” (y/n) agreed, “Especially ordering at restaurants! You’ve got that down!”
“Yes,” Lafayette agreed, “There is one other thing I learned…”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” (y/n) asked.
Lafayette looked up at her, looking a bit nervous as he bit his lip.
“…Will you go on a date with me?”
A grin spread across (y/n)’s face and she nodded vigorously.
You never had anything really against them. You had fun with it when you were a child, but it was never something you really wanted to pursue as you aged however, every now and then you would go out to play such just to feel the adrenaline or to a least move. Nothing was quite like getting a good sweat out of something you put effort into and you would agree that science was right; exercise made you feel good.
However there was something more adrenaline pumping and more enjoyable that playing the game; and that was watching your boyfriend wrestle.
As promised, here’s an extra scene from Stucco Hearts - apparently I just can’t let it go.
This is set somewhere between the last chapter and the epilogue. Enjoy :)
Annabeth thinks the best thing about getting home from work might be taking her pants off.
Honestly, they’re so constricting and the clip digs into her stomach and the seams have left marks on her thighs and god, she almost groans in relief when they drop to the floor at her ankles. It means she’s left in her socks, panties and a cream blouse which falls over her butt. She should pull on her pyjamas or something but her legs want to be bare and free so she lets them be as she moves around the bedroom, putting away the clean laundry she and Percy had abandoned the night before.
She’s just folding the last of her husband’s t-shirts and tucking it into the draw when she hears the front door open and Percy’s voice rings out.
“In the bedroom,” she calls back.
They’ve only recently moved into this apartment. It’s larger than their first one together, to accommodate their bigger than expected family; Sophie and Ben are approaching their fourth birthday and it’s taken this long for Percy and Annabeth’s request for a larger apartment to go through. But she hears Percy push his way past the boxes in the hall, which have yet to find a place to go, and unzip his jacket as he approaches the bedroom.
“Hey,” he says tiredly. “Oh, hey.” He sounds much more awake the second time.
Scott: The warmth radiating from the sweltering embers of the staggered logs in the fireplace provided a romantic atmosphere. Scott’s muscular arms cradled you against his chest, the rhythmic drumming of his heartbeat palpitating in a soothing beat lulling you into a peaceful trance. With numerous supernatural obligations throughout the year; he kindly declined invitations to New Year’s parties, wanting to spend the holiday with his lover in peace. Scott had the day’s activities planned out beautifully; movie marathon, candlelit dinner, New Year’s Eve special on television and a tender kiss at midnight. “Stay awake.” He whispered, voice hoarse from lack of use as he nuzzled the delicate flesh of your neck.