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[discoreptile]

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[deathbxnny]

Maybe a part 2 of the arcane characters saying things they regret, but they're apologizing because I can't live after reading a angst 🫠

Making up with Arcane characters after a bad argument. | Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Ekko, Sevika x Gn!Reader

(Previous part)

Fine, fine, here is a happy part two guys. Take it as an apology for the tears and pain I've caused.✨️

Content: Swearing, accusations of cheating, slight angst, making up, fluff, potential spoilers for season 2, established romantic relationships, sfw

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((Not proofread))

》VI

She knew that she had fucked up. There was no way to deny or refute it either. And your absence was further proof of that.

You were always there for her, even when things got bad and she became even worse. No matter how much she yelled or drank, you were there afterward to nurture her back to health. It was so unfair of her to expect it still, after all she had said to you. She hated herself. She hated how weak and pathetic she had become. How she can't even stand straight anymore from the alcohol and couldn't win a single game since she had lost you.

And instead of Caitlyn haunting her like she used to, it was only you now. But you were crying every time. Asking her why she hated you so much. Why she couldn't care for you the way you cared for her. Why you were always the second choice despite having been there since the start.

Why, why, why.

Gritting her teeth against the headache, she made her way through the dark, familiar lanes to your small home that you once shared together. She had to talk to you. She really, really had to. Even if it's far too late now after a week of silence in-between the two of you. She had taken the time to reflect and think about everything, especially about your relationship. And it made her realise that nothing in this world was losing you too.

Knocking on your door, she nervously waited as she heard your footsteps quickly approaching her from inside. You opened the door carefully, ironically just how she had taught you, before freezing at the sight of her. She gave you a weak smile, attempting to look calm and friendly, but it still scared you off. "Hey cupca-" You tried slamming the door into her face mid greeting, but her foot was faster to jam itself in the way.

"H-Hey! Wait, please hear me out!" "Fuck off, Vi. I'm not in the mood to hear more of your bullshit. Go back to Caitlyn since I know how badly you want that!" You never cursed, and every word you spoke made her flinch. She, for some reason, didn't expect you to be this mad. But it hurt, and she deserved it. Another thing she underestimated was, unfortunately, your strength since you somehow managed to push her away and shut the door again. "Come on! Please! I... I didn't mean what I said. I just... have been losing my shit ever since what happened. The guilt is killing me, and I know it's not an excuse! You're right, I have to stop this shit! You're right, I need to stop treating your love for granted!"

She didn't know if you were even listening to her anymore, but it didn't stop the tears that burned in her eyes. "I don't give a damn about Caitlyn like that! I never did! It always you for me. You... you cared for me when no one else ever wanted to, and I was such an idiot for not appreciating it more." Her hand slammed against the wood in defeat, her head coming to rest against it as her body trembled. She was so scared of losing you. This can't be the end. "Please. Please just give me another chance to prove myself. I know I'm a fuck up but I swear I'll do better now."

Vi nearly fell right through your house entrance when you opened the door wide with a teary huff. "God, you're such an idiot... get in already before the neighbors complain." You didn't let her reply as you simply dragged her inside and locked the door again. The pitfighter watched you do so with a gentle gaze, one that felt so familiar to you. "... Fine, I'll give you another chance... but no drinking or fighting anymore. Please." You whisper to her, and she nods quickly before engulfing you in a warm hug.

She knows that she isn't fully forgiven yet, but she'll do everything in her power to prove herself worthy of your love again.

》CAITLYN

"You're still up." Caitlyn's voice was calm and gentle now, so different from the stern and cold tone it had before. You ignored her, however, knowing better than to fall for this again. She always got like this when she knew she had screwed up and was trying to crawl back into your good graces. But this time around, you didn't allow it that easily. You refused to speak to her if she hadn't come back to apologize. And yet... you couldn't help but allow yourself at least one sharp dig at her. "And you're late to bed once again. But I suppose Officer Nolan's 'report' was just that interesting, no?" You were perhaps the only person in all auf Pultover that could ever accuse her of something so scandalous as adultery and get away with it.

It certainly would have been amusing if Caitlyn didn't feel so sick at the thought of you believing that.

Sighing, she placed her hat onto a clothing hanger, her jacket following suit. You were facing away from her on the bed, trying to read a book and rest, despite the pain in your heart. It was hard being angry at her when you loved her so deeply. But her insults had struck much deeper than that.

The bed dipped behind you, and soon enough, you felt her strong arms surrounding your body and her nose tickling your cheek. "I'm sorry, my love. I really am. I... have lost my cool, and that was wrong of me." You scoffed at her words, finding them too shallow for the pain she had caused earlier. Yet you struggled to get out of her strong grasp on you. It felt desperate. And you hated the warmth and security that it made you feel. "If that is all you have to say, then you can leave." You hissed out weakly but couldn't find any malice in it. Just heartbreak, that solidified in more tears burning in your eyes. "Because how... how could you ever say that I could betray you? Do you know how that makes me feel? Do you care?"

Caitlyn hummed against the nape of your neck soothingly, a way to acknowledge the plight she had caused you without revealing her own tears. The grief had made her into a monster. A monster that hurt its friends, family, and most importantly, you. It was unforgivable, and yet she wanted to prove herself worthy of you anyway. She wanted to show you that she hadn't changed deep down like everyone claimed. She was still yours.

"... I will find a way to end this war and resolve it peacefully as soon as I can. I swear it to you." She began, her voice low and gentle, as she listened to the sound of your hiccups and sniffling. This wasn't what she wanted. "And I apologize, truly, for what I called you... I know that you are loyal and trustworthy. Much more than I ever could be... I'm still your Caitlyn." The last part was whispered quietly, as she tried everyone in her power to not break down in front of you like this.

She hated what she had become deep down. She knew it was wrong and that her mother must've been turning in her grave at the sight of what she had done. But what she couldn't handle at all was you hating and leaving her.

There was a moment of silence before you turned to face her and immideatly hugged her impossibly close as you cried into her arms. She rubbed your back lovingly, understanding that this was your way of accepting her apology. But forgiveness will still be a long journey she was willing to take.

For now, she'd rest in your embrace thankfully.

》JINX

Deep down, you knew that she didn't mean what she said. She never would do anything to hurt you. Silco's death was just killing her more than anyone could have expected, and it was hard for everyone to deal with. But you just couldn't take the pain and hurt she caused you anymore. You've been there since day one. You were always at her side. You always took care of her when no one else wanted to. And you understood her better than she did herself. But it was ultimately just not enough. Or so you thought.

The young girl that was now dragging you through the lanes reminded you of her too. She didn't speak a word to you, and for some reason, you didn't have it in you to protest against her odd actions either. She somehow seemed to recognize you the second you bumped into her. And that was enough for her to take your hand and lead you to a very familiar hideout. Perhaps it was fate that brought you here again when you needed Jinx the most.

"Hey kid, who's our little guest-?" The rest of the young woman's words died on her tongue, and it left you simply staring at each other. There was a familiar haze in her eyes, one that you often saw when the voices were taking over. She once mentioned that you sometimes became a part of her hallucinations during longer absences, and that reminder alone made your heart ache. You shouldn't have run away that day. But what other choice did you have? She didn't trust you anymore. She didn't think you should be together anymore. Why were you even here?

"S-sorry... I'm just going to leave..." You muttered as your ears rung and that familiar burning in your eyes made your sight blurry. You felt suffocated and somehow also angry, wishing she could just see how much you loved and cared for her. But just as you were turning away to run again, her strong hand was quicker and held you back by your arm. "Wait. Let's just... talk, alright? Like we always do?" That was your thing. Whenever things got bad, you'd sit down and talk calmly to her about it. She used to scoff at it every time... yet she was the one who suggested now for once. Something about it shook you so hard that it made the first tears finally spill at the recognition she had given you for all the work you've put into her.

Jinx panicked a little at that, unsure of how to comfort you, yet at Isha's stern frown and cross of her small arms, she just hugged you for the first time in a while. And god, did she miss it.

Perhaps it was good to show the little girl a picture of you after all.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, I swear, sweetie! I... I won't ever say stuff like that again. Just don't leave me. Please don't leave me. I just, I was just-" You hushed her by just hugging her tighter and shaking your head. "It's okay... just hold me for a while. We can talk later... I missed you so much." You whispered, voice breaking into sobs. Jinx hummed weakly and sighed against your hair, the familiar scent making her relax and feel better at last.

Isha grinned to herself behind you before quickly sneaking off to let you talk things out.

》EKKO

To say that the entire firelight hideout was pissed at him would be an understatement. Absolutely everyone disagreed with the way he treated you, and the side eyes he got very much confirmed this. But the worst part of it all was definitely you avoiding him like the plague.

Every time he entered a room, you were the first one to leave in a hurry. Every time he tried speaking to you, you either ignored him or found an excuse to get away. Every time someone even mentioned his name to you, your mood seemed to dampen. And that hurt so much that it killed him. This isn't how he wanted you to feel about him. He was your boyfriend, damnit it. Yet he acknowledged that he was failing at his job way more than he should've allowed himself to. He had to fix this somehow.

Ekko couldn't just lose you over his own foolishness. You were the one person who motivated him to keep going even on his worst days. You were the light he fought for. The person he battled to come home to every day. He couldn't handle your absence any longer, especially at night when he laid wide awake in your empty bed without you.

And so, he finally had enough and cornered you one night up in the tree during a patrol you had together. One, he definitely didn't pull the strings for to happen. And ever the one to abide by his orders despite your current dismay, you were now avoiding his gaze whilst you watched your sleeping home below. It was peaceful and calm, but the pain lingered between you two too much to enjoy the moment. He didn't know how to break the deafening silence, and it made him think of backing out on his initial plan... until you surprised him by speaking up first.

"I'm... sorry for avoiding you. I didn't mean for this to become your last resort. I just... didn't want to be a burden anymore." "Wait, wait, wait... who said that you were a burden, I... I should be the one apologizing right now. Because I was wrong about every fucking thing I said to you." The words spilled out in panic at the mere thought of you blaming yourself. He never wanted you to feel like this. It made him feel even worse about himself. This wasn't right. "You're not useless. You do so much for us, for me, and I take it all for granted like the asshole I am! And I fully acknowledge that now... I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. There is no excuse for it." He shook his head in disappointment at himself, wondering if this was it now. He'd understand if you broke up with him now... but instead, you seemed to be in the mood to surprise him alot today.

"Did you... like the food I made you?" He blinked at your question in confusion, yet answered honestly. "Best thing I had all week." "Then I guess I'll forgive you... just don't do that again." Ekko chuckled weakly at your words, relief filling his senses whilst he pulled you close to press a kiss to your head. "Would never dream of it... wanna ditch patrol and fly around town?" You mirrored his sly smile, glad he had the same thing on his mind as you did. "Sure thing. But let's make it a race."

He let you win.

》SEVIKA

She took some time to cool off after your argument and returned later into the night with a clearer mind. Sevika had actually reflected on what you had said to her, and she knew you were ultimately right. She was extremely overprotective and stubborn, two things that didn't mesh well and often ended in her thinking you couldn't take care of yourself. Even if she knew better than to actually believe that.

You were strong, especially mentally. It's what drew her into you to begin with. But with the fall of Silco and a war being on the verge of breaking out against Piltover, she had no choice but to make sure that you never left her sight. And if you did, then you had to be somewhere she knew was safe and away from all the chaos she dealt with daily. It helped her focus and stay calm to know that you're okay. Yet despite how much she cared, she still fucked it all up for herself again.

And now she had to fix it, something she was never good at.

She felt awfully guilty at the sight of the things you've lovingly prepared for her, now laying forgotten and cold on the kitchen counter. She truly didn't deserve someone as kind as you. And yet she considered herself too selfish to let you go.

Slowly approaching the bedroom door, she paused to hear if you were awake or not. Unfortunately, you were, but she only knew this from the faintest sound of your sniffling and sobbing that drifted through the wooden door. Sighing to herself, she knocked once, deciding to just rake things slow and as calmly as possible. You had sustained an injury after all, and her mind was reeling at the thought of it getting worse without any proper care. "What do you want?!" Your weak voice yelled at her, and it made her frown. Yeah, you were definitely beyond pissed.

"I want to talk." Her gruff voice said, and it may have sounded like a demand if the underlying care and worry didn't overshadow it so clearly. Your silence made her initially think you were ignoring her until the door slowly opened and revealed your disheveled form. "... well, go ahead." You muttered, one hand cradling the side of your hip that was clumsily bandaged up by you. You were never good at stuff like that.

"Let me take care of the wound whilst we're at it. Can't have ya dying on me because of an infection." She sighed out before simply dragging you to your shared bed and pulling out your medkit. You didn't protest or complain and let her do as she pleased, whilst you carefully listened to her speak with an unreadable expression.

"Listen. I... get it. I really do. The way I treat you isn't right, and I know you're grown enough to take care of yourself, but... I can't risk losing you too now. It drives me crazy to think about. Even if that ain't much of an excuse, and I get that too." She was never this honest before. Usually, she simply deflected or blamed someone else. But here she was, for once admitting openly to being the problem. "Just... be more careful out there. That's all I ask of you. I won't comment on it otherwise anymore though, unless you're in serious danger. I promise." Finishing the last of her bandaging, she hummed at it now looking much securer. This way, you are sure to recover much faster.

Taking a deep breath, you nodded your head at her words, deciding to give her another chance to prove herself. You understood where she was coming from after all. "Okay, fine. I'll accept your apology... if you help me cook." She grinned at that slightly with a casual shrug. "Fine by me, if I get a taste of your heavenly cooking, sweetheart."

[obae-me]

How many kisses I think it would take before he turns to mush

My creativity has been stuck in essentially a rush hour traffic jam for like weeks, so let's write something silly for practice, shall we?

Lucifer

Definitely ten or more. He tries to keep his composure, to focus on the task at hand, scold you for coddling him and distracting him, but if you hold onto your stubbornness and see it through to the end, he will be putty in your hands soon after you reach double digits. He might even fall faster if you give him little bits of praise after every kiss.

Mammon

Three MAX. One to catch him off guard, one to make it really sink in, and then the third to land the final blow. No amount of tsundere will outlast the triple attack. He'll be following you around like a lost puppy for the rest of the day, almost demanding more. He's greed after all, three might've broken him, but he'll be damned if he doesn't get more.

Levi

I would be tempted to say just one is enough, but we want a soft boy, not a vibrating, anxious mess. He gets tense at first, and he needs some reassurance and some time to understand that he likes and is okay what is happening. So I'm going to say five or more kisses. The first few he's just stuttering and blushing, but soon after, he can put that aside and just allow himself to relax a bit.

Satan

He acts like it takes him just as long as Lucifer, reaching double digits, when in reality he gave in internally much much earlier than that. Four is when his heart is melting and his mind is screaming, but around eight is when his body starts to unwind, almost curling around you like a cat.

Asmo

Much higher than you would expect. One must bridge the initial flirting phase before he becomes a puddle. I'm going to say probably six kisses. The first three he'll be giddy, but if you get softer with each kiss, he'll slowly start to become speechless.

Beel

As long as there isn't food in the way, just one. One kiss is all it takes. This demon has just so much love in him, you hardly need to kiss him for him to be soft for you. He doesn't need to put up an act. Just give him a single smooch and he'll drop whatever he's doing to cuddle into you.

Belphie

So many kisses. Probably even more than Lucifer. He feels like he deserves your kisses anyway, so it's hard to get him flustered about it, especially when he's so spoiled. Besides, you have to hope your affection won't lull him to sleep. Over ten for sure. Just keep going. Eventually, he'll be overwhelmed and give up his sleepy smug nature and transform into fluff.

Diavolo

Look me in the eyes and tell me this touch starved man will not cave after like two or three. He's not used to kisses, so the first kiss has his brain lagging. Hit him with the double combo and he's gone. Wasted. Fatality. Although please just kiss him more than twice. He really likes it.

Barbatos

Too many to count, unfortunately. He likes it, don't get him wrong, he's just tough to break. But there must be a breaking point somewhere. Keep attacking him with kisses and surely he must give in eventually, although most likely by his own will, giving in just so you can catch a proper breath. A win is a win.

Simeon

Probably no more than four, although it seems like more than that because he'll often return to sender and kiss you back. Don't give in, you must stay strong before he makes you melt first. Hum as you kiss him and he'll fall faster, almost cooing.

Solomon

He's got a stronger will than most, almost as good as Barbatos, but he will melt in due time. He'll treat it like a game at first, which it almost is to you, but he doesn't have to know that. It takes a while, but when he melts, he melts fast. He'll be trying to chuckle and make light of it one moment, and then be a completely speechless mess the next.

[atereaste]

Jinx Headcannons

Warnings: Mild cussing, Fluff.

A/N: this is Modern Jinx headcannons so let me know if you want different headcannons from the show or separate headcannons

Best Friend Jinx

I just wanna say Jinx gives HUGE Chaeyoung from twice vibes from the personality down to the aesthetic. Jinx would be one of those weird loser bisexual girls who comes to school with the weirdest outfits and listens to artists like Coco & Clair Clair, Gorillaz, Tyler The Creator, and Frank Ocean. She would be a huge anime consumer her favorite being probably being Death Note, Nana or one of those early 2000’s grunge like animes.

Jinx is a AWESOME baker I feel like she would be the type of person to just bake whenever she's stressed out or just completely bored she would bake like cookies and cakes and bring them to her friends house “I just wanted to bring you these” and just leave with no other questions. She was in charge of the schools bake sale and that's where she met you. And once she saw you the girl was OBSESSED she did everything in her power to get close to you and be friends with you.

Once you guys become close as friends Jinx would make you yummy treats, make you playlists, give you art or little trinkets she made. I feel like she would be one of those friends who would have absolute terrible ass grammar you could text her and you would not be able to understand what she said like at all at first but over time you started to understand

JINX 💙: hy did ypu do the magh hekmwqdk?

You: Did I do the what?

JINX 💙: the magh hekmwqdk

You: Bitch the math homework?

Imma say it now Jinx is a gamer she plays cutesy little games like animal crossing, Stardew Valley, Sims 4, untitled goose game, and Minecraft and I feel like you guys would have like a cute little island with the cutest villagers. Jinx would come to school with her Nintendo switch and get it confiscated almost every single class that she had to have a parent teacher conference because of it and now Silco checks her bag every day before she leaves out the door.

I want to touch back up on the clothes I feel like if you where to open up Jinx’s closet I feel like all you would see would be graphic tees, colorful tank tops, skirts of different colors, sizes, textures and patterns. I feel like if you where to ask someone what her fashion taste was they would say “if a little kid dressed themself” or if she got dressed in the dark. She usually gets her stuff at goodwill or like depop.

This is kind of what Jinx would wear on a daily basis:

And we all know Jinx famous blue and pink nails that she rocks. I feel like she would also do the most craziest nail art herself or go to a nail salon for them to do it for her and she would LOVE you if you did some sort of matching nails with her. I feel like since jinx has anxiety she would do short nails so she’s not tempted on biting them but if she does grow her nails out then she would have you put that nasty nail polish on that taste disgusting if you put your nails in your mouth.

Jinx knows how to play the guitar don’t @ me she was apart of a band with Ekko where she was the lead singer and guitarist and they just did covers of famous bands and singers they had a small little YouTube channel that actually had good some of views. She would play the guitar all the time anytime you came over you would be engulfed with the sound of Jinx just jamming out with her guitar (I also believe if I’m not mistaken their was a League of Legends ad where Jinx was playing the guitar but I’m not too sure).

Confessing Jinx

I feel like Jinx had a crush on you since she met you and she didn’t know how to confess it to you that she asked her big sister who is in a relationship with a girl what she should do cause poor girl was to scared to loose you if she confessed. I feel like she would ask you on Valentine’s Day she would have a WHOLE day planned just filled with things she she knows you would like, she baked your favorite dessert, painted her favorite picture of you, bought you a new game for your switch, made you a necklace, and bought you a bouquet of flowers and she dressed in a outfit you complimented her on on the first day you met her. Waiting for you she was nervous out of her ever loving mind thoughts running thru her head.

“What if she doesn’t like it?”

“What if it’s too much?”

“Will she like the flowers I got her?”

She tries to remember the script of what she’s gonna say when you walk thru the door and looks over at all the stuff he has laid out she panics and changes her mind but you walk thru the door with a soft smile and confusion on your face “hi” you smile and Jinx heart drops looking at how cute you are that everything she was gonna say leaves her head.

“Uh H-happy Valentine’s Day Y/N” she said handing you a bouquet of flowers she had hidden behind her back. You smiled at the kind gesture thanking the blue haired girl in front of you. Jinx was a nervous reck the whole time afraid of messing up this special day she lead you to the kitchen where your favorite dessert was made and she also made a homemade pizza in a shape of a heart with all of your favorite toppings “you did all of this yourself?” You would ask and Jinx would simply just nod her head with a small little smile on her face.

“But before we eat I have other stuff” she would say pulling you out of the kitchen she would gift you the painting, and the switch game that you have been wanting for while and she gave you one of her old tees that you would always wear when you came over. “Aw Jinx what is all of this pampering for” you would ask and she would just shrug her shoulders not knowing what to say.

She would confess to you at dinner with the pizza she made out in the backyard looking at the stars. You would point at all the different stars and tell her all the names of the different constellations Jinx doesn’t say anything just too busy looking at your pretty face to think of anything else once you notice you turn to her with a smile “what do I have something on my face?”

“Your just pretty that’s all”

“Thank you, you are as well” you say returning the compliment Jinx would frown looking down at the necklace she made you she feels as if she’s about to panic should she just say it and get it over with or just hand you the necklace. “Y/N these moments we made as friends genuinely mean so much to me and I want to make so much more with you” she would say as you look at her nodding at what she is saying.

She hands you the box with the necklace in it you open it looking at the shiny jewelry you glance up at the shy girl in-front of you nervous as ever. She breaths in and then out before saying those words she fears “Y/N would you like to be my girlfriend?” After she looks at your face trying to read your reactions but you where to much in shock to say anything. The girl in front of you asking basic you to be her girlfriend? You felt as if you where dreaming “Please say something this tension is starting to scare me”

You smile at the girl before jumping on her and planting wet kisses all over her face “YES YES YES I WILL BE YOUR GIRLFRIEND!” You yell out with tears on your face Jinx sighs before giggling at your reaction you move off of her before laughing at the girl “what?” Jinx just smiles before pointing to the box you hand it to her and she opens the box removing the jewelry from it and places it onto your neck.

Girlfriend Jinx

I feel like your guys relationship wouldn’t be any different from when you two were friends but Jinx would be a huge SIMP for you anything you did she would be drooling over, she’s also VERY clingy you guys are like glued to the hip teachers would always ask “where is the other one” anytime you guys weren’t together and she she’s so clingy that she asked the principal if he could put you two in the same classes together but once he declined she pouted and pouted and just decided to wait for you outside your classroom.

Like I’m serious once her teacher says they are done for the day she would pack her stuff up and run to your classroom and just look into the room watching you write something down on a piece of paper you sometimes wouldn’t notice her mainly because you are too focused on the stuff the teacher is saying.

It wouldn’t be until a teacher yells at her to stop peeking into their classroom, for a student to tap your shoulder or for her to text you for you to even notice her. Once your class was over she would pace over to you and just give you the biggest hug as if she hasn’t seen you in years. “I was only away from you for like forty five minutes” you would giggle at the girls tight hug.

Since you guys how two different aesthetic i also think you guys would have like a separate friend group like you guys would have a main group like Ekko and then you two would have your own. (If that makes sense) so let’s say one of your friends pulls you away for lunch to sit by them Jinx would get so confused and then upset over the fact your friends would do that and she would be at another table sulking just glaring at you laughing and giggling with your friends. “You seem upset” her friends would say

When you guys do sit by eachother at lunch I feel like she would share her lunch with you but you would sometimes decline cause you want her to eat (she has a thing where she tends to starve herself) “I’m not hungry though” she would state and you would shake your hand pushing her lunch box back to her “you need to eat” she would roll her eyes and just do what you said.

I feel like Jinx’s favorite thing to bring to lunch would be like Dino nuggets or like a Lunchable with a juice box at first you thought it was very childish but Jinx simply says that this is her favorite lunch to pack. And she LOVES snacks so you tend to pack extra snacks to share with her at random times during the day.

When you guys share classes with eachother she always sits by you weather that’s in the front or in the back I feel like you two would exchange notes well it mainly Jinx exchanging notes and you trying not to get caught by the teachers the paper would have little doodles Jinx did or little questions she has

Jinx: wht th qustion to number 6?

You: I’m not telling you figure it out yourself

Jinx: YOU ARE SO MEAN! =(

Jinx: Can I have those pretzels?

She is actually very smart she just has a short attention span and forgets things like 95% of the time like if you see her zoning out in class you would poke her to get her attention and then lean in to whisper into her ear “are you paying attention?” Due to Jinx zoning out you write down a lot of what the teacher says to share it with her and she thanks you.

If you guys have to work together no work is getting done it just filled with Jinx yapping your ears off no matter how many times you try to tell her to focus she never does until you tell her your not gonna come over later after school and once she hears that she’s locked in.

This girl is the MOST Sassiest person you have ever met in your whole entire life she would make all these snarky remarks that leave you shocked there was a time she was arguing with Vi and she just mumbled these funny remarks as her sister is generally crashing out it could be over like Jinx eating the last slice of cake that Vi was gonna eat once she got home.

“I was gonna eat that!”

“Call down big back it wasn't even good to begin with”

Its funny how sassy she is but it also tends to get annoying

Jinx isn’t the type to get jealous well that’s what she tells herself but in all seriousness she’s the most jealous person you know. One time you invited her to a party one of your friend was hosting and the whole entire time she was close to you the whole night and would eye roll anybody who would flirt with you

“Y/N I love your hair, it’s nice” some random person would say and you would thank them with a smile and Jinx would scoff before mumbling something sassy under her breath you turn to her hitting her chest softly telling her to be nice. She would text you if her friends pulled her away and she sees something she doesn't like.

Jinx 💙: Who is that? Who is that getting all close to you?

Jinx 💙: WTF what did he whisper in your ear? Y/N your making me mad woman 😤

You: Bae chill he's my science partner plus he's gay

Jinx would LOVE PDA I feel like she wants everyone to know she bagged a baddie so she's kissing you in public and acting all flirtly she could care less what anyone thinks she always has to know you are by her so she's either holding your hand, wrapping a arm around your waist or putting her hands in your back pocket and she's always smacking your butt for some odd reason which has you jumping “stop doing that it hurts” you would say rubbing it.

You and Jinx would have a pampering day at her house where you do eachother hair and just relax. If your black and have like kinky curls I feel like she would watch you brush your hair and put in detangler, and then try it herself cause she is in awe at your hair texture, and trust in this Jinx will look up how to do your texture of hair, she's watching youtube videos, reading books, asking some of her friends with the same texture she's doing it all so the next time you have a pampering day she knows what she is doing.

“How the hell you know how to do box braids?”

“Uh don't worry bout it”

And you would love doing Jinx’s hair since its so long and straight you can do so many styles on it your favorite is braids with clips in it. After finishing eachother hair you would dress in the silliest clothes and just jam out to Jinx’s playlist.

Her family would love you especially her little adopted sister Isha any time she sees you come over she's running to the door with a huge smile on her face waving “hi little Isha” you would wave back you reach into your purse and hand her a oatmeal creme pie cookie you made a few days ago and she giggles grabbing it thanking you and walking off to her room.

Jinx feels at times that you will leave you so she sometimes needs reassurance that you won't ever leave her and that the two of you are end game

Welp another done with this hope you enjoyed this one as much as I enjoyed writing this and I hope you have good day (and keep requesting stuff) orevwa :). Ⓒ︎ seulszn.

[ziggyzolch]

Queen Bee-atch Ⅴ (Regina George x Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of eating disorders (bulimia) but no explicit description of it.

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"No! Of course I'm not on board." Being zoned out for most of the week, you hadn't been listening to Janis' rambling, so you had no idea of her plan for Cady. Sighing, Janis sets her guitar to the side. "Dude, we've been talking about this plan for weeks, your opinion won't stop it." Damien chimes in from his place at your desk, "Yeah girl, Regina needs to be humbled. If anything, we're helping her." 

You invited your friends over the second you got home from Regina's, with the intention of having a jam sesh, until you heard Damien bring up the next step of their sabotage plan. You roll your eyes at Janis' nodding, getting up from the floor. "No, this is insane. Regina doesn't need to be 'humbled'." Cady peaks her head out of your bathroom, your mascara in her hand, "Yes she does! She was about to steal Aaron away from me."

Your eyes bulge out of your head, "Are you fucking serious? That's what this is about?" Janis rolls her eyes at you, "You know what this is about. She made our lives a living hell in freshman year!" You scoff, shaking your head and taking your guitar from her, "Wow, people think you're a pyromaniac. Boohoo." Janis stands up and pushes your shoulders, making you drop your guitar,

"Regina treated me like shit!"

You push her back, "Me too! You don't see me overreacting about it!"

"This," She shoves you, "Is not an overreaction. You didn't even know her! She was my best friend! Becoming an antisocial bulimic bitch is an overreaction." The silence that follows is deafening.

Tears well up in your eyes, "Fuck you, Janis. You're a hypocrite, you're all hypocrites!"

You point at Cady, "You're literally dressed like a plastic right now. Also, you ditched me when I was blackout drunk, for a boy that you barely just met!" Turning your gaze towards Damien and Janis, "You guys don't sit alone because everybody hates you. You hate everybody! You are no different from Regina, you just hide it better."

"You hate everyone too!" Janis retorts, while Damien and Cady look at each other awkwardly. "Maybe, but I don't seek petty revenge on everyone that's ever wronged me! You don't think I hate Regina for what she's done?" You sit down on the ground, calming down. "I do, but making her miserable won't make me any happier, and it won't make you happier either." Janis sighs, taking a seat next to you, Cady and Damien following. 

"Fine, we won't do it, but we can't take back what we've already done." Janis slaps Cady in warning. You raise an eyebrow, "What's that supposed to mean?" Damien sighs, "We may have...been responsible for her recent weight gain and pimples." You groan, falling backwards and laying down on the floor, "You guys are horrible. At least you can start sitting with us again, Cady...Cady?" You all turn to her as she looks up from her phone, "I just need one more day."

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It's been a couple of minutes since English class started. You were assigned to finish up the book report, so it was basically a free period. Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you slam your laptop closed.

"Uh, what were you doing?" You turn towards Regina, noting that she's wearing sweatpants, "Watching porn..?" She takes her seat, raising an eyebrow at you. You stare at her while she slowly drags your laptop towards her, opening it and turning it on. 

Papa's pizzeria pops up on your screen. "In what world would watching porn be a better explanation than playing a game?" Regina looks at you in disbelief. "I panicked! I thought you were the teacher." She huffs out a laugh and pulls out her notebook while you take your laptop back. Regina turns to you, opens her mouth, then closes it and turns back to her notebook.

You ignore it, but after she does it for the fourth time you decide to ask,

 "Are you having a stroke-" 

She interrupts, "I'm sorry!" 

The class goes quiet, curious at what she could possibly be apologizing for. "Oh, uh. We don't have to talk about that." You scratch the back of your neck. She sighs and moves her chair to face you. "No, we do." You pinch the bridge of your nose before standing up and grabbing her arm, ignoring the teacher's objections and dragging her out of class. "Regina, we were young and stupid, it's fine." 

Her face contorts in anger, "It's not! I was horrible to you, more than I was to anyone else. You didn't deserve that," She looks you up and down, "I shouldn't have made you feel like you needed to change anything about yourself."

You were speechless, Janis would never believe this. "Thank you, really, but I'm just one person out of hundreds that you've been horrible to. Why are you so worried about my opinion specifically?" She sputters while you raise your eyebrows at her, waiting for a reply. She rolls her eyes and drags you to the janitor's closet. Her eyes dart around the room, looking at everything except you. "I like you." 

Your expression remains unchanged, "Uh okay, I like you too, you've been a good friend- Oh." Your eyes widen in realization. Regina panics at your silence and attempts to backtrack, "Oh, pfft, yeah that's what I meant! Friends, you're a good friend- mph!" You press your lips to hers, wrapping your arms around her neck. 

After the initial shock, Regina relaxes into the kiss and places her hands on your waist, pushing you against the wall. The bell stops Regina's wandering hands, and you push her away, catching your breath. "This talk isn't over, Blondie." Regina smiles at you, "Come over today, we can talk all night long, puppy." You blush at the nickname and innuendo, lightly shoving her when she laughs. "Stop! Look, Janice has an art competition tonight. Can you come with me? You're gonna have to apologize to her too." 

Regina shakes her head in disgust before you add, "I'll come over after and we can have that 'talk'-" 

"I'll come!" 

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Gretchen was pissed. Regina had blown her off for you, ditched her and Karen at a party for you, and walked out the janitor's closet with you! For her to have the audacity to try and sit at their table, in sweatpants, after all of that.

"Those rules are bullshit-"

Karen jumps in, "They weren't that day I wore a vest!"

"Yeah because that vest was hideous!"

"You can't sit with us!" The cafeteria goes quiet at Gretchen's screech. You, Janis, and Damien turn to face the commotion. "These are all that fit me right now," You can make out Regina admitting quietly. Gretchen turns to Cady, waiting for her decision. Your eyes bulge out of your head when you hear Cady's answer. Turning to Janis and Damien, you ask,

"Does she know the plan is off? Did she not hear anything we said?"

"She does! I don't know why she's acting like this." Janis replies,

Your jaw goes slack, "You literally made her like this."

"Look, maybe this is just a one time thing!"

The conversation is interrupted by Regina yelling, "Take a picture, it'll last longer." Your heart breaks for her, you make a mental note to talk to Regina. Trying to defuse the awkwardness, Damien brings up Janis's art competition. "Look, Cady promised she'd be there. We can talk to her about this then!" You scoff, "Yeah, we'll see." 

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A/N: I couldn't fit the Christmas dance thing in so i worked around it. Also, I don't really know how to reply to them but I promise I check all the reblogs and comments and I appreciate them. Thank you for reading!

[skyahri]

First Love |Jjk Men X Reader| Drabble

Unspecified Character X Reader

Summary: You meet your first love again after so much time apart.

Warnings: Angst. I think the end is promising but feel free to interpret it as you please.

A/N: Inspired by my first love who still haunts my fucking dreams. LEAVE ME ALONE!

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Your relationship hadn't been a good one.

You'd fought and bickered since the beginning. Damning words and heated conversations were more common than dates. It was always something- a lack of forethought on his part or overthinking on yours were the most likely culprits. He'd expected a certain level of confidence from you that you just couldn't offer at the time. You'd expected a level of understanding and patience that he couldn't even allow himself.

But through all the fighting and hurt feelings, you loved each other nonetheless.

You vividly remember every good date, every anniversary, and every holiday spent together. You think about the jam sessions in the car; public radio turned all the way up and bad singing at the top of your lungs. You remember finally beating him at Mario kart after two years of trying. You cherished the feeling of waking up in his arms, especially after a long night of arguing. The feeling of doing simple tasks in each other's presence. The feeling of shared kisses and passing touches.

Every spur of the moment breakup was promptly followed by a desperate plea to meet at the old park with the pond. You'd always refuse at first, knowing that if you saw his teary eyes you'd cave and take him back in an instant, even if it wasn't in either of your best interest. He'd wear you down, saying it was just to talk, to clear the air, to give you belongings, whatever he could just to get you there. You quickly learned that any self-discipline on your part resulted in him showing up to your door, flowers in hand with the sappiest apology and a load of empty promises to be better.

You always took him back, because at the end of the day, through all the tears, you still loved him.

You can't remember the details all that well. You know he'd spent the night at someone's- some girl's- house after a long night of poor decisions fueled by alcohol. It wasn't until well into the next day that you finally got a hold of him, and the conversation went from bad to worse in a matter of minutes. He'd said he was done, that if you couldn't trust him that was that.

There was no pleading to meet at the park after that. No texts begging to hear him out or knocks on your door and muffled wants through the door.

A month later he'd posted a photo of him and a girl on his Instagram. She was pretty, and a few obsessive hours of combing through her socials told you she was everything he wanted you to be. While you hadn't held out much hope that things would go back to normal (did you want them to anyway?), that picture set everything in stone.

Eventually, you moved on. You got a new job, moved to a new apartment, made new friends, and even went out on dates. Even with the bad experiences, you'd quickly realized just how abnormal and toxic your relationship with him was.

You met people who had more in common with you- played the games you liked, watched shows you kept up with, and frequented the same shops around town. People who were more interested in getting to know you- asking about your hobbies, your time in school, what your family was like. People who treated you better even when you had little to no things in common.

You don't know when you stopped thinking about him altogether, but were harshly hit with the reminder when you met a familiar pair of eyes across the sidewalk. The lack of air in your lungs and the heavy beat of your heart left you unable to move as he quickly crossed the empty street. Familiar locks of hair and vibrant eyes illuminated by the street light became more and more clear as he approached.

Your hit with the feelings from all those years ago. The memory of waking up beside him in the morning light. The feeling of his lips as he peppered your fave with kisses. The excitement of staying up late on the phone when you both had classes the next morning. There's no bitter ties to those memories. They're perfectly preserved as if the bad things had never happened- as if you'd been in a perfect relationship the whole time.

Now he's standing in front of you, just as tall as you remember and heavy with the scent of his signature cologne. He's breathing a little heavy- possibly just as worked up as you were. What were you supposed to say? Should you even attempt a conversation or would it be best to walk away before your brain starts to get ideas that'll leave you hurt all over again-

"Hey," he breathes out.

Just like that you fell into your old roles- him acting without thinking and you overthinking the smallest interaction.

"Hey."

The one word response is unsure and you're positive he can feel the tension. You don't know how else to respond. How should one address an ex who left on bad terms?

His throat bobs up and down. A hand comes up to scratch the back of his neck. You follow the familiar veins of his arm up to his face. It's more mature. The last few years had dissolved any lingering baby fat, giving his face a more defined edge.

"Funny seeing you here."

His head tilts to gesture behind you. You acknowledge your surroundings for the first time that night and you realize where you are.

The old park with the pond.

You huff out a small laugh, clearing the thick cloud surrounding the two of you.

"Yeah, funny seeing you here, too."

[elena-reina]

Say Something - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Hellooooooo! I miss your imagines so much but do take your time of course! Could I please get one where draco and a Slytherin reader are a thing but he has been ordered to kill you by voldemort because not only are you Harry's twin sister but also draco's gf/weak spot so he treats the reader terribly because he really does not want to hurt her and he thinks breaking up with her can somehow convince voldemort that you aren't worth it. can there be a lot of angst but also some fluff? -Anon

Warnings: angstyyy

Y/N/N: Your nick name

You sprinted after Draco as fast as you could, silently thanking Merlin you were able to see him before he saw you.

Draco has been ignoring and neglecting you for a while now. Every time you attempted to talk to him, he would disappear before you could even get to him. And in moments where you finally got to him, he always excused himself claiming to be "busy."

At first, you thought it was a fluke. You went from constantly being around each other to almost never seeing each other.

Sure, Draco and you would fall into sour moods and avoid each other over stupid reasons. Almost every couple does at some point, but you would eventually talk about it. And there was always a catalyst, but this time it was different. Draco never acted like this before, and if something was truly bothering him, he would’ve told you by now.

You tried to distract yourself and focus your mind on anything else other than him. If he wanted to talk to you then he needs to be the one to make the first move since he was the one who became distant in the first place. You would constantly remind yourself of this but it was no use.

The thoughts plaguing your mind only worsened as you went about your days because all you could focus on was him. You couldn't help but think if something happened between the two of you and you were just too oblivious to see it?

Being Harry Potter's twin sister brought a lot of baggage due to the feud between the two of them, but Draco ultimately had nothing against you. And he always made sure of that from the moment the two of you started dating.

"This has been absolutely ridiculous! Will you talk to me!" you shouted, grabbing onto his Slytherin robes and yanking him around, frustrated with playing this game of cat and mouse.

Draco stopped momentarily, irritated. A grimace was plastered on his face as he remained silent.

"For the past few months I’ve been worrying over you constantly!" you shouted, jamming your finger angrily into his chest with each sentence, "I have no idea what I’ve done to you and all you have been doing is ignoring me! For Merlin's sake, we're supposed to love each other and this is how you treat me!?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, looking away.

"If you wanted to break up, why don't you just man up and say so instead of acting immature and avoiding me! I thought you were better than that!" you yelled, tears brimmed from the corner of your eyes. You wiped them away, scowling at him, and closed your eyes quickly composing yourself.

Draco's jaw clenched, eyebrows knitted tight in anger. His lack of response was pissing you off more and more as each second passed.

"Your silence is speaking loudly for yourself, is that what you want?!" you stomped your foot, "SAY SOMETHING!"

What happened next surprised you. Knowing how Draco tends to act in your past arguments, he would explode just as much as you. But he didn't this time. Instead, he scoffed and took a step back, creating even more distance between the two of you.

"I don't love you and I have never loved you. Thought you would've taken the hint by now, but you're just as stupid as your brother," he spat lowly, making you flinch, "Just leave me alone and never speak to me again, Y/N."

Your mouth hung agape as your named rolled off his lips, taking a step back this time.

The halls were quiet, which otherwise would've been considered peaceful if it weren't for this given moment.

You looked at him with deep hope to hear him say he was wrong. To hear him say that he didn't mean it, and this was all some cruel prank. That none of this is happening. But he didn’t.

With as much strength as you could muster without breaking down, you spoke.

"I see."

You turned on your heel, finally allowing the tears to flow down your face, and left a very heart-broken Draco alone in the hallway.

You didn't know where your feet were carrying you too, you just knew that you needed to be anywhere else but here. Maybe you'll grab your broom, and soar off to Merlin knows where. Maybe you'll grab some Floo powder and allow it to take you somewhere random. Hell, even just wandering different grounds out of Hogwarts seemed like a good plan.

You continued walking through the castle, deep in your own thoughts until you heard familiar distant voices. Walking down the curved staircase, the voices grew louder and you faced the back of your brother and Hermione deep in discussion.

They hadn't noticed your presence just yet as they continued their conversation.

"I keep having these dreams, Hermione, and I'm telling you that it's all somehow connected. I can't quiet explain it right now but... I hear him more and more each day."

She placed her hand on his shoulder, as they gazed through an opened window, facing out towards the ocean in Hogwarts.

"I believe you, trust me. We've just somehow got to," she paused, "Y/N? Are you alright?"

Hermione saw you out of the corner of her eye when she began speaking to Harry.

Harry's head snapped at the mention of your name, and he whipped around. The smile he had on his face quickly faded when he took in your appearance. With no questions asked, he rushed forward and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You wrapped your arms around him just as tight, letting out a sob into his shoulder. Hermione also rushed forward, hugging you, brushing your hair down with her hands.

"Y/N," he whispered, lovingly, "What's happened?"

You shook your head. "You're not going to care," you cried.

You really didn't feel like being lectured by Harry and getting the 'I-told-you-so' speech. Harry always hated Draco since day one, and somehow the satisfaction of him rubbing it in your face wasn't gong to make you feel any better. You just needed the love and comfort of your brother and friends.

"Nonsense, Y/N/N, tell me what’s wrong. Please, I don’t like seeing you like this.” He said with a worried expression. You knew he wouldn’t stop asking if you didn’t give him an answer.

You sniffled, staring blankly ahead in his embrace.

"Draco and I broke up."

Harry tensed against you. His hatred for Draco ran deep, and as much as he hated seeing the two of you together, he now hated him even more for breaking your heart.

"That pathetic, foul little git," Hermione cursed, "You deserve so much better, Y/N."

"Let's take a trip to Hogsmeade and get some butter beer, yea?" Harry suggested, pulling you out of the embrace and staring into your eyes. He wasn't going to make you talk about it unless you wanted to and you appreciated it. You nodded, and linked hands with him.

~*~

Almost another month and a half had passed and each day felt like a drag. However, you must admit you don't feel as hollow now as much as you did a month ago.

Harry made you feel a lot better, and constantly tried to keep your mind off things. You began spending even more time with him than you did before. Not to say you wouldn't hang out with your own twin, but it was different when you were dating Draco. And actually, you had been more busy with going on Harry's missions with Voldemort than you thought you would've been, some more dangerous than others.

Which, of course, was not in Harry's plan to distract you but that's just what was going on at the moment.

Some days were harder than others, and a part of you still feels like you needed answers or some sort of closure, but another part of you is trying its best to move on.

Since your break up, you unironically hadn't seen Draco as much as you used to when you were actively hunting him down. And when you did, it was only quick glimpses of him turning around a corner or exiting from somewhere.

Did you actually believe that Draco no longer loves you? No. You don't just wake up one day and decide you no longer lover someone. You knew something had to have happened and the more you came to terms with it, the more you just wanted to understand.

It wasn't until one night, you accidentally spent a longer time in the Slytherin Common Room than you had anticipated to. You were sitting on the couch facing the fireplace studying for an upcoming test when you heard shuffling.

Draco silently closed his dorm room door, and made his way down the stairs. Fixing the creases in his suit, he headed to exit the Slytherin Common Room.

You silently closed your book and turned around.

I shouldn't say anything. Just let him leave and go to bed - you thought to yourself.

However your lips worked faster than your brain and before you knew it, you spoke.

As he passed the main room and was about to exit, a voice he's been longing to hear snapped him out of the dark thoughts clouding his mind.

"Draco?"

He stopped on his heels, his back towards you, freezing. He was not expecting you to be up at this ungodly hour at night, let alone even in the Slytherin Common Room. You should've been in your dorm, asleep. He didn't dare turn around, instead he kept eyes glued forward. Before he could take a step, you placed your book on the couch and made your way to him and placed your hand lightly on his shoulder.

You felt him tense up.

Sliding your hand down his arm, and to his hand, you attempted to entwine your fingers. Draco gave no reaction to this, and remained limp.

Staring at the back of his perfectly kept blonde hair, you could see his jaw tensing. He wanted to say something, but kept holding himself back.

"I know the last thing you want to do is talk to me... but I would really like some ans..answers," your voice cracked- you hadn't meant for it.

You took another deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "I promise to leave you alone but can I just know if I had done something that made you treat me like this?"

You were over it. You were over being angry and upset. You wanted answers, and as each day went by you grew more and more desperate.

You were at your breaking point, actually you were past it.

His hand twitched. He wanted to pull his hand out of your grasp, tell you to go away, and walk out this door.

But he couldn't. These months were just as hard on him as it was for you.

This time, you stepped around him, facing him face to face. His lips were turned upside down into a frown, but not the angry kind. He looked depressed; completely and utterly miserable. He refused to look you in the eyes.

He knew he was going to break any moment.

Reaching up, you hesitantly cupped his cheeks with both of your shaky hands. You furrowed your eyebrows, getting a good look at his face.

His eyes were bloodshot, dull, and sunken in, with heavy bags underneath them. His skin was pale, more so than usual, making him look sickly. He looks like he hadn't ate in days and his face was so cold and skinnier than how you remember him.

He closed his eyes, fighting the battle in his mind. You let out a deep breath that you had been holding in for what felt like a long time.

"What did I do to make you fall out of love so suddenly?" you whispered, each delicate word became more quiet than the last.

You would've expected him to snap at you or push you away by now, but him not doing so tacitly confirmed that you knew something was wrong.

Instead, his eyes began to water. You lightly rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs, as it felt like he lightly sank into your touch.

"I.." he began, with a shaky voice. You caught on that he was trying to stop himself from talking.

"Please," you begged, becoming as emotional as him, "Talk to me."

The silence in the room dragged on, and the tension only grew.

And then, he gave up. He lunged forward, suddenly pulling you towards him. He wrapped his arms around you desperately, not wanting to let go. It felt like every emotion Draco kept bottled up these past months were finally being released. His cries sounded so violent, you couldn't help but cry with him, missing being in arms.

"I can't," he cried into your hair.

"You can't talk to me?"

He squeezed you tightly, sniffling.

"I can't kill you. I won't."

You froze, your heart dropping.

"W-What?"

"He-He wants me to kill you," he sobbed, wetting your Y/H/C hair with tears, "But I won't!"

This time you lightly nudged him off of you, taking a small step back. You stood there, staring at him confused. Beyond confused, actually.

You inhaled sharply, lips twitching, trying to remain calm.

"What are you talking about? He? Voldemort?"

He silently nodded his head.

You're not sure what to say. You cannot say you're shocked Voldemort wants you dead. Hell, if he wants Harry then of course he's going to want you too. But what's confusing you is if this was the case, why wouldn't Draco have told you in the first place? Unless he actually planned to do it, but stopped himself?

As Draco attempted to get closer, you snapped out of your thoughts and took a step back.

"You're scared of me." he says quietly.

It might be true. You can't really tell.

Softly, he calls your name in an attempt to get you to look at him. "Look at me, please."

Your gaze locks onto his. He's unable to read your face. He looks around the open space of the Slytherin Common Room.

"Can we go somewhere more private?"

You scoff, gaining back some of your confidence, "I am not going anywhere with you. Whatever you have to tell me, you can tell me right here."

"Y/N, I would never put you in harms way, trust me-"

"-trust you!? Now, you want me to trust you after all these months!?"

This time, he exploded. Not out of anger, but out of frustration.

"I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!"

His voice echoed off of the walls, you wouldn't be shocked if others might've been woken up.

"I have been trying to keep you safe this entire time," he choked, lowering his voice, "please."

This time you shut up, and bowed your head. He took that cue to begin walking.

The corridors exuded a serene aura when they weren't congested with student groups attempting to navigate their way around Hogwarts. Your footsteps on the chilly stone were the only sounds audible as you kept up with Draco.

The faint candles positioned on the walls provided only partial guidance in the extensive corridors. You trailed the corridors until you came to the top of the astronomy tower's stairway.

You followed him inside as he opened the hefty wooden door. Following him to the railing, he leaned over it facing the outside. You followed suit, alongside him keeping just a little distance between the two of you.

"I don't know how, but he found out we were dating," Draco began, keeping his gaze straight ahead, as the wind gently blew through his hair, "As you know, Voldemort wants your brother dead. He thought the best way to get to Harry was to get to you since you're his only family. He wanted to kidnap and use you to trap your brother."

He paused. His mouth was slightly ajar, like he was trying to find the right words to say.

"After finding out about us, he confronted me about 'hiding' you from him. So, rather than kidnapping you, he intended to kill you. But to punish me, he ordered me to be the one to do so."

The wind howled, blowing the trees, having the branches sway harshly, leaves flying all throughout the wind. Your heart began to pound as a fit of shivers shot through you, causing you to pull your cloak tighter around yourself.

"Never once was I ever going to go through with his plan. I thought trying to prove to him that I wasn't involved with you would've somehow made him change his mind. That if I could prove to him you meant nothing to me and your death wasn't worth it, but he didn't believe me. He could see right through me and threatened to kill me if I didn't kill you."

You anxiously bit your lip, this time turning to face him.

"To convince him, I had to convince myself I wasn't in love with you. I had to shut you out. I needed to convince myself that I didn't need you.. but I'll always need you. As long as you were around me, your safety was becoming constantly going to be in peril. I couldn't keep up with my plan if I was still around you."

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

He let out a breath, that almost sounded like a scoff. "How could I? I thought it would've been easiest to make you hate me."

You don't respond. The words you wanted to say, abruptly got lost inside you, scrambling around as you stare at him in the quietness resting between the two of you.

"As much as I tried, Draco, I could never hate you," you frowned.

This time, Draco turned his head and finally locked eyes with you with what felt like in forever. His watery eyes softened.

Draco stepped closer to you, and reached for you, wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck. His thumb gently pressed into your skin, making slow and deep circles. This is the closest you've felt to Draco in a while.

"You should," he whispered so quietly you almost didn't hear him. For a few moments, he just holds you. You're not quite sure whether he expects you to say anything else.

Without a second thought, you feel yourself leaning forward. He closes his eyes, fighting the pain in his mind. Your eyes flutter closed, the both of your lips so close to each other that you could feel the warmth radiating off of his lips without actually touching them.

“I love you.” You whisper, ever so slightly against his lips. He takes that as a sign to finally press your lips together. After months of being apart, the feeling of his lips against yours felt like coming home. He had been longing for your touch, he craved you every second of the day.

The kiss was desperate, as though he felt like he would lose you if he let go; a combination of fear, relief, and love seeping into the physical gesture. Draco moved his lips roughly against yours, you could taste the salt on him left from his tears, the same salty droplets still leaking from your eyes.  You deepened the kiss, grabbing onto the front of his shirt and balling it in your fists.

His hands slid down from your neck to your waist, pulling you closer as you raised your hands to his smooth platinum hair. You ran your fingers through his locks, lightly tugging.

Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, brushing away the stray tears from his cheeks. You gave him a sad smile and kept one of your hands on his cheek.

"Next time, please, just talk to me. I would've been more understanding."

He nodded his head, turning his face slightly to press a kiss in the palm of your hand.

"I'm sorry, I was just afraid of-"

You shushed him. "You don't need to explain yourself to me anymore, I understand now. Moving forward, we need to work together through thick and thin, Draco. I knew being together wasn't going to be easy."

A small smile finally crept up on onto his lips, a smile you've been longing to see.

"I'll go through it all with you, Y/N."

Your heart fluttered, pulling him in once more for a long deserved kiss.

[coff33andb00ks]

Recipe for the Perfect Christmas 6/12

One part small town girl coming home from the big city. One part handsome stranger. Five parts lifelong friends (don't forget to include their partners). One part stubborn father. A dash of Christmas spirit. Part: Six of Twelve Pairing: Oscar Piastri x ofc (with appearances from Mark Webber. Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz, Esteban Ocon, Pato O'Ward, and George Russell) wc: 5,606 warnings: none soundtrack: spotify ⋆❆⋆ apple music nav: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve a/n: we're halfway there!!

The town green had been transformed. The outer perimeter was lined with booths. Some large, some small, all festooned with lights and tinsel and garland. There were handknit items, handmade decorations, homemade jams and jellies, jewelry, aprons, knickknacks, candies, as well as the treats from the bakery. In the center of the green was a stand selling cocoa, cider, and coffee, and the mayor and sheriff had put up a tent with heat for those who needed to get out of the cold air for a few moments. There was a bandstand, and as Natalie began setting out boxes of cookies and brownies she heard the twang of an acoustic guitar start to play. A few parents had come up with a scavenger hunt for kids, and each one that she saw was clutching a paper showing the items they had to find before they could return to the game booths and exchange it for a prize.

“No, no, the garland is crooked,” Franco insisted.

Ollie huffed with annoyance, stepping back from the booth. “No? It’s fine.”

“I spent all day Sunday doing garland at my girlfriend’s house, I know when it’s crooked. Look, I’ll show you.”

Natalie glanced up from arranging the pies. Franco was pulling out his phone and moved closer to Ollie, showing him something, photos of his garland hanging skills she assumed.

Ollie’s brow furrowed. “That’s your girlfriend’s house?”

Franco nodded. “Yes? But look at–”

“That’s my girlfriend’s house.”

The two began bickering, showing things on their phones to each other, and Natlie raised her eyebrows when they suddenly stopped. Not saying anything when they walked away, Ollie’s head bent low so he and Franco could continue talking, she shook her head and adjusted the display to her liking.

"Working hard?" a voice cooed.

Pasting a smile on her face, she turned to look at the three women who approached the booth. "Hi, Kaye. Tabitha. Kathy. What can I interest you in?"

"I suppose I'll take two dozen chocolate chip," Kathy said. "How are you liking working for your dad?"

"It's great." Natalie placed the two boxes in front of the woman and held her hand out for the money.

"I heard Pierre dumped you," Kaye said sweetly.

She sucked in a breath. "We ended the engagement, yes."

"Because you got fired?" Tabitha looked up from examining a pecan pie.

"Guess he didn't want to marry a deadbeat," Kathy said in a stage whisper.

"If you're not going to buy the brownies you're holding, please put them down," Natalie said, hating the brittleness that crept into her voice.

"Yeah, sure." Kathy shrugged and opened her wallet.

"This money is going to Mark, right?" Tabitha asked.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you're unemployed." The woman shrugged.

"And that instantly makes me a thief?"

"Whoops, excuse me."

She panicked at the sight of Oscar, smiling and apologizing for bumping into Kaye. For some reason, she didn't want him to be around the three women. Kathy and Kaye were sisters, Tabitha their cousin, and the trio had deemed themselves better than everyone way back in elementary school. Natalie had always tried to be polite, but it had been apparent at Tabitha's twelfth birthday party that neither of them had ever liked her. When, feeling pretty for one of the first times in her adolescence, she had worn a white dress and Kaye had spilled chocolate ice cream down the back, then had gone around telling the other party guests that Natalie had had an accident. It had taken two years before the teasing and name-calling to fade away, and even now Natalie hated the word 'poop'. Then, when she had shyly started talking to one of the boys in high school that everyone thought was cute, Kathy had swooped in, and the next thing Natalie had known, Tyler and Kathy had been a couple, and then they had gone to college together, and then they had gotten married.

"Hey," Oscar greeted her, flashing that beautiful smile in her direction. Sidestepping around the women, he slipped into the booth and handed her a cup. "I got you some coffee."

"Thank you," she said, more grateful than the words could express.

"Already getting charity," Tabitha hissed under her breath.

"It's a cup of coffee," Oscar said. "Hardly charity."

"It's okay. Everyone feels sorry for Natalie." Kaye flicked a lock of dark hair over her shoulder. "Especially now that she's been fired and had to move back home."

"I know it's embarrassing, Nattie, but at least you had a home to come back to."

Next to her, she felt Oscar stiffen. Taking a sip of coffee to keep from snapping at the women, she closed her eyes at the taste of sugar and powdered creamer. He'd remembered. That touched her more than his presence did and she drew in a breath, opening her eyes to see three faces smirking at her.

"Having daddy take care of you is better than nothing," Kathy said.

"Wow," Oscar breathed. He cleared his throat. She heard him inhale, then he paused.

Tabitha snickered. "Good thing he never remarried."

"You know," Oscar began, and Natalie almost didn't recognize his voice. It was hard, cold, a contrast to the warmth of the arm that slid around her shoulders. "I think it's better to attempt something and fail, through no fault of your own, than it is to be a bitter bitch because you never had the fucking nerve to try."

Three pairs of eyes blinked in unison. Three smiles faded into thin lines. Then, from behind them, Natalie heard the sweetest sound.

"Nattie cookies!"

She loved that nickname now. Unfazed when Tabitha slapped some cash onto the counter and picked up a pie, she smiled when Max, Eve, and their kids approached. "Hey," she greeted, blinking back the unshed tears. "Are you guys having fun?"

Lucas's head didn't reach the top of the counter but, when she leaned, she could see him staring at the tower of cookies Franco had created. "Wow," he breathed, unknowingly echoing his uncle. "Cookies…"

"I've got a special one just for you," she said, taking another sip of coffee before handing the cup to Oscar. His eyes met hers and he tipped his head in question. Nodding, she mouthed thank-you before turning back to the customers. "And one for your sister."

"Cookie?" Lucas asked hopefully, jerking on his father's sleeve.

"We're getting cookies, I promise," Max said, lifting him up.

"Let me get it." Natalie ducked behind the counter, easily locating the two boxes she had set aside for Grace and Lucas. Checking which one was which, she popped up and held them out. "I hope you like gingerbread."

"Oh my god," Eve said, leaning to look at the one Grace accepted. "That looks just like the snowsuit you wore last weekend."

"Did you decorate these?" Max asked, wincing when Lucas squealed in his ear.

"Yeah."

"They're great," he said, grinning. "How much?"

She shook her head. "On the house."

"Come on. How much?" he asked.

"You're really insisting on paying for them," she sighed.

"He doesn't easily part with money," Oscar said. "Take it while you can."

"A dollar each," she finally said, rolling her eyes.

"That doesn't sound—" Max grunted when Eve elbowed him in the side. Reaching for his wallet, he sighed while pulling out two dollar bills.

Natalie accepted them, then handed one to Grace and one to Lucas. "I'm having a flash sale," she told them. "All cookies and brownies are a dollar a dozen."

"Shut up," Eve told her husband before he could argue.

Max rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll take twelve dozen."

"Sorry, the sale is open only to customers between the ages of…" Natalie leaned close to Oscar. "How old is Lucas?"

"Two."

"Grace?"

"Five."

"Thanks," she whispered. "The sale is open only to customers between the ages of two and six."

"Me two," Lucas said, grinning. "Cookies?"

"Sugar cookies?" she guessed, already reaching for a box. He nodded, eyes wide, and she handed them over. After a few seconds and a whisper from his father, he placed the dollar bill in her hand. "Thanks so much for coming, sir."

"I want brownies, please," Grace said, holding out her dollar.

"Excellent choice, ma'am, I can vouch for the deliciousness of this batch myself. Don't tell my boss, but I sneaked about ten to eat when he wasn't looking." Natalie reached for a paper bag and snapped it open, then placed the brownies inside. "Thank you so much, miss, Webber's Bakery always appreciates such wonderful customers."

Grace giggled while accepting the bag. "Thank you, Miss Natalie."

Natalie opened another bag and handed it to Max for Lucas's cookies. "Are you guys having fun?"

"It's great," Eve enthused, taking a sip from the cup she held. "I can't wait to ditch these guys so I can really buy some stuff."

Max looked slightly panicked. “What stuff?”

“Oh, a little of this. Little of that.” Eve practically beamed. “I have to get gifts for the girls at work.”

“The girls at… Honey, you work in an office of fifty people,” Max pointed out.

“It’s my last Christmas with them though, I need to do something.”

"She's got a point," Oscar conceded.

"I always do."

"Santa!" Grace shrieked. "Can we go see Santa?"

"Yeah, let's go," Max sighed, easing the box of cookies from Lucas's grip and slipping it into the bag. "See you later."

"I'm right behind you," Eve promised. She waited until her husband and kids had gotten a few feet away before looking at Natalie. "Do you have a chocolate pecan pie?"

"I think there's one left…" Natalie turned to look, but saw Oscar already moving to do so. "Is that your favorite?"

"No, I usually hate them, but right now I'm craving one so bad I could scream." Eve reached into her pocket for her wallet. "Oh, and a coconut one, too."

"Anything else?" Oscar asked.

"Um…" Eve looked over the offerings on the counter. "Three dozen snickerdoodles."

"Jeez, Eve," Oscar muttered.

"It's Christmas," she defended, handing money to Natalie. While Oscar bagged up her order, she looked at Natalie knowingly. "What happened with the three unwise bitches?"

"Oh, them," Natalie sighed, slipping the money into the cashbox. "It was nothing. Well, okay, they were being bitches. But Oscar shut them up right before you came over."

"What did he do?"

"He defended me," she said softly, glancing at him. Fighting the urge to sigh, she turned back to Eve and saw a knowing expression on the woman's face.

“That’s how Max sucked me in.”

"What do you mean?"

"At first you just think he's kinda cute… Maybe a little hot. A bit of a dork. But nice."

Natalie grinned. "Okay…"

"Then you start seeing he's a great guy. Around the same time he stands up for you or someone else and it hits you." Eve sighed and took a sip of her drink.

"What, exactly?"

"He's nice and hot and will definitely bang you like a screen door in a hurricane."

Natalie blinked. "Um…"

"And then the next thing you know, you're two months pregnant, getting married, and you're so ridiculously happy you make yourself sick."

She had no idea what to say to that. "Oh?"

"The sick part might have been the pregnancy." Eve shrugged and took another sip of her drink.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Oscar asked, handing over the bag.

"How hot my husband is."

"Mommy!"

"Gotta go. Thanks so much. See you later."

Natalie watched the family head off, a lump forming in her throat at the sight of Max and Eve's hands finding each other despite the two children. They fit right in with the community, she thought, looking on as they stopped to greet everyone.  Her gaze moved to other people passing. Smile after smile. And, from Mr. Kelly's booth, she could hear the jangling of bells.

"You alright?" Oscar asked gently, touching her arm.

She turned to him, smiling warmly. "I am now."

The rest of the evening went relatively smoothly. Ollie and Franco never came back, and when she told Oscar about what they’d discovered he rolled his eyes, then stuck around, helping her bag items and going on coffee runs. Then, when it slowed, he insisted she take a walk around the green and see what everyone else was selling.

Her first stop was the next booth for a cup of hot cocoa. Hearing familiar voices behind her, she turned to see Franco and Ollie returning, their bickering apparently forgotten now. They were laughing and relaxed. At least, until Oscar saw them and called out to them.

She couldn’t hear what he said, but she could see the boys’ faces as he spoke. Sipping her hot cocoa, she looked on as the two moved to enter the booth, her eyebrows raising when Oscar walked over to join her.

“Hot chocolate, no marshmallows,” he requested, paying the teenager behind the counter.

“What did you say to them?” Natalie asked, gesturing towards her booth.

Oscar glanced back, then flashed her a sheepish smile. “Told them to cut their bullshit and do the work they’re getting paid to do.”

At first you just think he's kinda cute… A bit of a dork. But nice.Then you start seeing he's a great guy. Around the same time he stands up for you or someone else and it hits you.

She did not want to imagine him banging her like a screen door. At all. She wasn’t ready to be a screen door. But she knew, deep down, that if either of them intitated it, he’d satisfy her in ways Pierre never had.

“Thank you,” she murmured, falling into step next to him.

“Sorry if I overstepped. But you’ve got enough to worry about without those two acting stupid.”

“No, it’s fine. I need to learn to stand up for myself, I know.” She paused, looking at a display of finely knitted baby hats. Selecting two for Maddie’s twins, she also grabbed a new scarf for her father.

Oscar slipped the bag from her grasp after she paid. “Maybe you do. But it’s okay for others to do it for you sometimes.”

“You sound just like Dad,” she laughed softly.

“High praise indeed,” Oscar quipped.

Arms loaded, Oscar jogged up the steps onto the front porch. He shifted most of the bags over so he could unlock and open the door, greeting Penny when she slipped out, tail wagging and giving an excited little whine.

"Hey, girl, let me get this stuff inside," he said when she whined again. Carrying the bags through to the kitchen, he dropped them on the counter. He could hear Penny's claws lightly clicking against the floor as she followed him, and finally turned to give her a proper greeting. "I was gone for an hour, did you miss me that much?"

Penny's mouth fell open, her tongue lolling out while he rubbed and stroked her slightly shaggy fur. Lifting her paws to his chest when he squatted down, she sniffed his face, giving his chin a lick.

"I missed you, too. And yes, I did stop by the bakery for a snack," he said, ruffling the fur behind her ears. "I got you some treats, okay?"

She whined and gave his chin another lick before he straightened up, then turned and left the kitchen. About to put away the groceries, he remembered he had left the front door open and sighed, following the dog. He called to her as he reached the door. When she whined he stepped out and saw the package next to the rocking chair. Penny pawed at it, gave it a sniff, then apparently decided it was uninteresting and went back inside. Oscar bent to pick up the box, reading the label while going back into the house.

He recognized the handwriting, and the overuse of packing tape. The plain brown box was stamped all over with blue and white snowflakes, his name and address filling the shipping label in the familiar calligraphic style. He knew in an instant what it was and carried it to the kitchen, making himself wait until the groceries had been put away and Penny had received a handful of treats before getting a box cutter to slice through the tape.

A Christmas card rested on top of a bed of blue and white tissue paper. He opened it, reading the message wishing him a warm and happy holiday and a prosperous new year. Brushing his thumb over the swooping, swirling signature, he breathed a small sigh, remembering when his name had been included. When he had spent weekends stuffing tissue paper into boxes and affixing labels while the house smelled of mint and sugar. Setting the card aside, he removed the tissue paper and located the tin nestled inside. The wintry scene printed on the lid matched the blue and white. There were four smaller tins, each labeled, and he left them in the box to give to Max, Eve, and the kids when they came back to town.

He had barely pried off the lid but could already smell the contents. Peppermint and chocolate. Helping himself to one of the squares of white chocolate fudge, he popped it into his mouth, already reaching for his phone to call and thank her. She would be just leaving work, probably stopping to pick up dinner, and it wasn't until he had found her name in his phone that he remembered she wasn't coming home to him.

The fudge tasted bittersweet but he knew it was regret. Snapping the lid back onto the tin, he left it on the table and ignored the longing to hear her voice. They were still friends, yes, and probably always would be, but he had no rights to call her as much as he still did. She had a new life. With Charles, a great guy who loved her the way she deserved.

Groaning, he called her, part of him hoping she would let it go to voicemail so he could leave a quick message thanking her for the fudge and peppermint bark and the truffles. But of course she answered, her voice ringing with happiness.

"I knew you'd call! I saw online the package was delivered." Lauren chuckled. "Couldn't wait 'til Christmas, could you?"

"I never could," he reminded her with a grin. He thanked her, making sure to add another thanks for the treats she'd sent for Max’s family. "I'll make them wait until Christmas."

"How is the house coming along?"

"Pretty much done. The furniture has all been delivered and I've got to get the decorations up and put together some things." He looked at the cartons stacked in the living room and knew he needed to get to work. "How are you doing?"

"I'm great. Charles and I are going to see The Nutcracker tonight, so I'm at the salon getting my hair done."

"I won't keep you. I just wanted to say thanks."

"I'll always send you my Christmas candy, Oscar."

"I know." He felt it again, that bittersweet sensation, and swallowed hard. "Have a great time at the show."

"I'm sure I will." She paused. "Are you doing okay?"

"Just a few holiday blues," he admitted. "Wondering what I'll be doing next."

"You'll find something, Oscar. You always do."

"I know, I just…"

"Hoping the bakery girl will be involved?"

"How did you—"

"Max came to the bank the other day."

Of course he had. And of course he had told her about Natalie. "It's a little complicated, but I wouldn't say I'm having no luck. She's got a lot on her plate."

"Is there room on yours?" Lauren asked.

Oscar exhaled slowly. He didn't know how much Max had told her and had to remind himself that she was no longer his fiancée, that he didn't have to tell her everything. "I think so."

"It'll work out, Oscar."

"I hope so."

"It will. Stop being so moody. This isn't like you."

"I know, and I hate it. I'll pull myself out of it."

"If you need me—"

"I'll call," he promised. "Don't worry about me, Lauren."

"Tell the sun not to shine while you're at it."

He laughed, felt some of the melancholy ease. "Have you two set a date?"

"Charles  wanted to do October… Fall wedding at his family's place in the mountains. But…" She sighed. "We're looking at June now."

"You can have your fall wedding in the mountains."

"I don't want people to think I'm just doing a repeat."

"It's not a repeat."

"But people talk."

"Fuck people."

She laughed. "Are you sure you won't mind? You won't think it's weird?"

"Of course not. I mean, as long as it's not the same day and the same time and you wear the same dress," he teased.

"Hell, I might do the same bouquet and music, too," she laughed.

Once the laughter had stopped he sighed. "I'm really happy for you, Lauren. Do your fall wedding. Give a middle finger to anyone who tries to tell you it's being tacky. This is you and Charles, not you and me."

"You're right. I know. I'll talk to him tonight. Thanks, Oscar."

"You don't have to thank me for anything."

"Yes, I do – Just a minute!"

"Go get your hair done," he said.

"I have to thank you for a lot of things. And one day I'll get around to doing that. But right now… Thanks for being you."

"It's a hard job, but somebody's gotta do it."

"Will we see you before Christmas?"

"Probably not," he said. "I told Max the house would be ready for New Year's, but I'm working to get it done by Christmas."

"Ever the devoted friend. I hope we talk again before then, but if we don't, have a great Christmas, Oscar."

"You too, Lauren."

There was a brief pause, and the three little words hovered in the air. As they always did. He wondered if they would forever.

"Bye," she said softly, then ended the call.

He couldn't stay inside. He needed to get out, to breathe fresh air. He needed to see or talk to someone that he didn't have bittersweet feelings for. Someone that could pull him out of his head.

It wasn't until after he'd called Penny to him, after he had hooked the leash that she was still not a fan of to her collar, after he had guided her outside and shut the door, after he was halfway down the block, that he realized he could have just called Max. Or Eve. Or his mom. Or even Esteban.

Instead, he continued the walk, praising Penny when she stopped shaking her head to get the leash off. Praising her again when she stopped to pee. As they approached Natalie and Mark's house, she seemed to perk up, giving a little yip once they reached the edge of the drive. Chuckling, Oscar bent to unhook the leash, following as she ran across to the front porch and scratched at the front door. By the time he was climbing the steps to the porch the door was opening.

"Hey, you," Natalie greeted, squatting down to rub Penny. "Aren't you beautiful in your new sweater? Oscar got you the Christmas green one, huh? That's so festive!"

Grinning, Oscar watched Penny soak in the adoration. Natalie looked up at him, smiling, then turned her attention back to the dog.

"Come on in and see your Mark," she said, straightening. "Dad! Company!"

Oscar approached the door as Penny darted into the house, following the sound of Mark's voice. When the man's surprised laugh reached him, he grinned. "She's really his dog, you know. I'm just the nanny."

"Come in," she said, stepping back. "Close the door? I've got caramel on the stove."

Oscar stepped inside, breathing a soft sigh as he closed the door. Shrugging off his coat, he left it on the chair in the foyer and moved to the living room to see Penny standing by Mark's chair, her paws resting on his good knee. "Hey, Mark."

"Hey," he said, gently stroking Penny's head.

"How you feeling today?" he asked, stepping into the room. Seeing boxes and totes lined up in front of the couch, he lifted his eyebrows in confusion. Then, seeing a strand of lights stretched across the coffee table, he figured they were Christmas decorations.

"Better than the weekend." Mark peered behind Oscar to make sure his daughter wasn't coming into the room. "She won't let me work, though."

"Resting isn't a sin," Oscar said.

"I know. I just don't like everything falling on her." Mark stopped stroking Penny and sighed. "I'm going in tomorrow, though. I've got to get the fruitcakes ready for pickup."

"Who's working the shop now?"

"Franco and Ollie are doing mornings. She goes in first thing to get things started, then comes back here to take a nap and wait on me. Then she goes back after lunch and comes home for dinner. Last night she fell asleep untangling the light strands."

He wished he could offer to help out. He knew nothing about baking, though, and less about running a business. And he had more than enough work of his own to do, if he wanted to be able to surprise Max and Eve for Christmas. Thinking of all he had to do, he knew he should make it a quick visit and head back. But he stayed, watching Penny move to the armchair next to Mark's. She sat up in the seat, giving the air a few sniffs, then turned in three circles before curling up and settling in. When he heard her pleased sigh, he didn't have the heart to make her move.

"She's making caramel?" he asked.

"Doing turtles to take to the church pageant this weekend," Mark said with a nod.

"The pecan things?"

"Yep. I can't wait to steal one later." Sighing, Mark picked up his book. "Go see if you can get one for me now."

Chuckling, Oscar headed for the kitchen. He was greeted with the mouthwatering aroma of caramel and roasted pecans. Natalie was at the stove, steadily whisking the contents of a saucepan. On the counter was a long sheet of waxed paper, row after row of clustered pecans lined up like soldiers. He saw unwrapped bars of chocolate sitting in a bowl on the island counter, and helped himself to a few of the pecans in another bowl. "Are these the rejects?"

"The ones I haven't gotten to," she said with a smile. "What brings you buy?"

"Penny needed a walk." He peered into the pan and saw the beginnings of a boil. Stepping back, he leaned against the island. "Although really I think she just wanted to see Mark."

"Mark and Penny," she laughed. "I'm glad you bring her over to see him. She really perks him up."

"I told you, she's his dog. I'm just the nanny."

"Is he paying you?"

"Only in good company." He popped a salted pecan into his mouth. "And food."

"After his surgery…" She turned her attention to the pan, then reached for an open can. She slowly poured the contents into the pan, steadily whisking. "After his surgery, do you think you could bring her by? He's bad enough now with me making him stay home a few days, he's going to be in hell when he can't go to work for weeks."

"I—" Oscar popped the rest of the pecans in his mouth and chewed slowly, not wanting to tell her he wasn't sure he would still be in town then. But he thought of the little house he kept straying to when he and Penny took their long morning walks. He thought of Mr. Wright, who'd called him and told him he was lowering the asking price. He thought of his best friend living a five minute walk away, and being able to see the kids every day. He thought of dancing in the snow and the warmth of her smile. "I'd be happy to."

Her smile was so warm he was certain he felt his heart bubble like the caramel she was making.

"If you keep stealing them, I won't have any to take to church."

"I only stole two, the rest you said I could try."

"I didn't say you could try six."

"They're delicious, though, how could I only try one?"

"You're impossible," Natalie groaned, pulling the waxed paper towards her. "But I'm glad you like them."

Oscar grinned, popping a finished turtle off the paper. "I love them. Your recipe?"

"Mom's." She felt a glow rise inside her from his praise. "I added the sea salt, though."

"It's great. Are you taking anything else to the church thing?"

"I don't know. There's always so much food and it's all so good… I think we'll just stick to desserts." Grabbing the last of the candies, she placed them in the container and gasped when he reached to grab another. "Oscar!"

"Here," he said, holding it in front of her face. "The cook has to try it."

"I tasted all the elements."

"Not together."

Rolling her eyes, she leaned forward to take a bite. She nodded, chewing, tongue darting over her lips to catch the bit of caramel that had stretched between her mouth and his hand. Looking up at him, she swallowed quickly and smiled. "It is good."

"You didn't take the opportunity to say you knew it would be good?" He clicked his tongue in disappointment. He set the candy on the counter, gaze dipping. "You got a flake of salt…"

Before she could reach to brush it away, his finger brushed over her bottom lip. Her breath caught and she swallowed again, lips parting slightly as the tip of his finger traced her lip again. The scents of chocolate and caramel lingered on his finger and she could smell it. She breathed in and smelled him. Her heartbeat flurried, dizzy, and she gave in when the urge to move closer to him rose.

He was going to kiss her.

She was sure of it, even though he seemed to be moving in slow motion. His palm grazed her cheek, cupped it, and he released a low sigh that she unconsciously echoed. His tongue grazed his lips and she was struck by the longing to taste it on hers. She wanted him to kiss her.

Didn't she?

"Natalie?" he whispered.

She nodded, even though she wasn't quite sure what the question was. She finally moved her hands, raising them to grasp his biceps, marveling a little at how strong they felt as he continued his slow movement. She really wanted a kiss. It had been so long she was starved for the intimate touch, but more importantly she wanted his kiss. Because she instinctively knew it would be amazing.

"Can I get a taste of that candy, sweetie?" her father called from the living room.

Oscar groaned with regret, a soft laugh escaping when she muttered a curse.

"Sorry," she whispered, pulling away. Clearing her throat, she turned to get a plate to carry some of the candies to her father.

He sighed, smoothed a hand over his face, and said nothing while she loaded the plate with half a dozen of the turtles. She reached for the container lid, he reached for the plate. Then, sighing again, he set it down with a clink and reached for her. The container lid hit the counter with a clatter. Drawn into his embrace, she tipped her head back, catching the darkened hue of his eyes an instant before his lips met hers.

Decadent, like the caramel she had made. Rich, like the chocolate. The flavors of the candy melted between them and then she could taste only him. She could smell only him, that woodsy cologne that would have been overpowering on anyone else, even the detergent he used for his clothes. And lingering just beneath something else that she couldn't identify but could only sense. It reminded her of being wrapped in a warm towel fresh from the dryer but at the same time reminded her of sunshine. Of crisp sheets and laughter and dandelions dancing on a breeze.

She wanted him to never stop kissing her.

He was tender and sweet and made her weak. She held onto him, returning the kiss with all the longing that had built up since they had met.

"Natalie," he sighed at the corner of her mouth.

"Hmm?" She felt a little woozy, like she'd had too much wine. His arm was strong around her, and through her sweater she could feel his fingers digging into her side. "…What?"

"Your dad," he whispered after kissing her again.

She blinked slowly, struggling to figure out what he was talking about. Her dad? He was fine. He was in the living room with his book about the American Revolution. She had to take him candy, but he could wait just a few more minutes.

"What's taking so long – Oh." From the doorway came a knowing chuckle as she and Oscar pulled apart.

She tried to pretend that the feel of Oscar's fingers dragging along her arm didn't affect her. Biting her lip, which still tasted of him, she attempted to gather her scattered thoughts. "Dad, we—"

"Oh, I saw what you were doing. Better take it out of here, though, before you melt the chocolate."

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

Queen of Hearts IV

Its interesting, she reflects. Riddle had taken it better than expected. It probably helped that he had literally seen her appear at of midair a few weeks ago, but still better than expected.

He had insisted on a proper party to welcome the Queen of Hearts, as the rules dictated when the queen visited your court, and Yuu whispered her apologies to Cater and Trey as they helped with preparations.

They had told the dorms that, due to the overblots, overseers had been chosen to help with mental health issues. They would be open to anybody at the dorm for mental health problems and tutoring, though it was kept vague. In order to test their effectiveness, they would be introduced to the dorms one by one for those who had experienced overblot, so that gave her some time with the dorms who hadn’t, and hopefully wouldn’t? It didn’t seem likely that each wouldn’t have their own overblot at this point, but a girl can dream.

Heartslabyul was acquiring Mary of Umbridge. The only one who would know her true identity would be Riddle. Yuu thought Ace and Deuce had already figured something wasn’t quite right with Mary, but Ace enjoyed the challenge. There were very few people who could beat the boy at cards, even when cheating.

Mary’s magic smelled strongly of pennies, sugar and grass. It permeated strongly through the dorm as the party kicked off, Riddle in deep conversation and the others playing games and enjoying the treats.

Certain spells would leave her as they dispersed the magic. It was a shame that Yuu wouldn’t be able to simply transport where she wanted. But shrinking was quite fun!

“Yuu!” Mary laughed, “You are not a dormouse! Out of the jam jar!”

Riddle almost giggled himself, handing off one of his handkerchiefs. He was trying hard to remain formal, but Mary was making it difficult. He looked so much like her dear Jester, even his temper! She couldn't help doting on him, just a little. They would have to work on it of course, but she could enjoy a bit.

Yuu hiccupped a half foot above her stature before finally shrinking down again.

“She picks up on Underland magic so easily,” Mary laughed, watching Ace drag her away to the hedgehogs. “She’s always so happy here. It pleases me as well, that she had somewhere to go when Ramshackle got too cold.”

“I searched the rules, but it would not allow her to stay longer than a day. Even allowing her to stay overnight was a stretch according to the handbook.” Riddle sighed. He had often thought the same but could never make it work.

Mary rubbed at the handle of the delicate teacup, the swirl of black tea a comfort even now.

“Do you know why I do not serve chestnut tarts on an unbirthday?”

Riddle’s hands stilled.

“They were my husband’s absolute favorite. Our first anniversary we went out and collected them ourselves; scratched ourselves merrily all the way back to the kitchens!” Riddle’s gray eyes were so wide. “I couldn’t bear to have them, except on his birthday. I would stay in my chambers and set his picture on the other end of the table, just so I could imagine eating with him again.”

Mary sets her teacup on her saucer, turning more fully toward him.

“There are things I set in motion because they were purely for me. Not justice, not order, not for the people. Just for me." She resists the urge to rub her knuckles, he recognizes the hesitation because it is his own. "And, years later, something in me had gone a bit power hungry. If I was going to suffer, so would everyone else.”

Riddle had studied her statue a dozen times. He had read her stories, followed her laws, followed her example to the letter. He never imagined her eyes so tearfully, her thumbs pressing down on her palms as she remembered.

“You have learned so much from me, little fireheart. Let me teach you from my mistakes too.”

Riddle takes a breath. It's alot, to be with her like this. She looks like his mother in some ways, and others...she might as well be from a different planet. But she's been kind, in private and public. She looks at him and sees something. He doesn't know what, but it's beyond him. Not just his potential but...him. He takes his untouched strawberry tart and cuts it in half, setting the plate gently by her cup.

“When one makes a deal, they must seal it by sharing a tart of the guest’s preference.”

Mary can only softly laugh, raising her plate as they both take a bite.

“Then it’s a great thing we both have good taste.”

[nightwingthedragoness]

Alright! This is my attempt at making a Saltbaker x reader type fic. It’s supposed take place before the events of the game and you’re a resident of isle 4 who’s come to pop in Saltbaker’s before closing

The warm glow of the bakery stood out from the night that settled on the island. You tentatively step towards the building. You know it was just about closing time but this was the only place open and you just needed a quick bite to eat A pastry was enough to hold you over besides it would be nice to get out of the cold. You knew Saltbaker well enough. A regular to his bakery, so if there was a last minute customer that walked in, he’d rather it be you.

You push open the door, and the bell jingled out announcing your presence. It was far warmer here than outside. The entire place smelled of freshly made bread. The walls were lined with shelves each filled with jars, bakers, books, and all kinds of little knick knacks. Spices hung from the ceiling and some boxes sat up against the wall, the white paint chipping off revealing the bricks underneath. Chef Saltbaker stood just behind his display counter. One hand busily wiping down the top of his display with a wet rag while the other hand held a book which held his full attention. His face was scrunched up, his gaze intensely focused. You knew that look, he often had it when he was in the middle of cooking but you never saw him gaze so intensely at a recipe book before, it seemed nothing could stir him from his reading…nothing except you. His eyes flitted from his book to you. He blinked as though just waking and put the book down.

“Ah! Hello, I was just about to close up shop.” He greeted with a warm smile. His deep voice was a welcome sound to your ears. The rag he was cleaning with was tossed aside, and he wiped his dampened hand on the side of his chef jacket that was stained by various jams, flour, and dough splatters.

“Hey Saltbaker, sorry for coming in so last minute, I just wanted a quick bite to eat. You close the latest so I figured I’d come by.” Saltbaker glanced at the chalkboard behind him.

“You came to the right place. Take your pick.” He fiddled with his ascot in his clear glass fingers. You step closer to the display case. Fresh cakes, pies, bread loaves, and other various goodies tempted you.

“I’ll take whatever pastries you have left.”

“Excellent choice! Let’s see what I got for you.” He grabbed a box and while his attention was on gathering treats, yours was pulled to the book he was so focused on.

“What were you reading there, Saltbaker?” You ask. He slowly stood back up and glanced at the book.

“A little late night reading is all. I came across this recipe book and thought I should try adding some new treats to my menu but nothing is really sticking out to me, though I did see a cookie recipe that I may try.” For a moment there was this look in his eyes you never saw before. It lasted only for a second because he went right back to his usual jolly demeanor. He quickly took the book and tucked it under his arm. From what you could see, it didn’t look like any regular cookbook to you but why pry? He sat it back up onto a shelf far from your reach.

“Has it been busy today?” You ask, trying to change the subject.

“It’s the same as always. Not too bad.” responded Saltbaker. “Now about those treats!” He continued. “I got some danishes here, and a few turnovers. Will that be enough?”

“Sounds perfect. Should be twenty cents right?” Reaching into your pockets, you fish around for change, trying to grab at and pinch at coins. He sat the box of treats down, watching as you dug around.

“Hmm…you know, I’ll give you a discount since it’s so late. I’ll charge you ten cents. I’ll only give this offer once.” He sat there twiddling his thumbs. His offer warmed your heart, a faint blush creeped across your cheeks. He was always so sweet, how could you say no to a face like that?

“Now that’s an offer I can’t refuse.” You take out the coins you had in your pockets, quickly counting out ten cents, and sat them on the counter. They jingled against the wood top and he scooped up the coins, sliding the boxed treats towards you. You took it, giving Saltbaker a grateful look.

“Do you mind flipping my sign to closed? I just need to get some of my stock down below for tomorrow before I lock up for the night.” You turn to his door.

“I can do that.” You make your way to the door, seeing his open sign. Reaching out, you flipped it over so it now read closed. You peek out hardly seeing anyone walking about. You reach to push the door open but pulled back. You spot the boxes against the wall. That must be the stuff he was talking about. Getting a moment to collect your thoughts, and the thought of making Saltbaker push and carry these after such a long day didn’t sit right with you. It wasn’t fair, not to mention coming in right before closing adding another thing to his pile of chores to do. The least you can do is help around. Placing the treats down by the front window display, you stand in front of one of the boxes and start to push. The wood scraping against the tile floor wasn’t the most pleasant sound, and whatever it was inside was quite heavy but you managed to shove it all the way to the wooden door that Saltbaker stood behind. He turned around, surprise clear on his face.

“Oh, please. You don’t have to stay and do my work for me. It’s late out, go home and rest. I appreciate it nonetheless. ” He opened the door and right below him you saw what appeared to be an opened cellar door. He took the box, lifting it up with ease as though it weighed no more than a feather to him. He vanished down below into whatever was under there. Probably just storage. While he was busy, you decide to get the next box, this wasn’t as heavy as the last one, so it wasn’t as strenuous to push it. You sat, leaned against the wall waiting for his return. It was taking him a while, surely it wasn’t that deep below in there? Before you had a chance to peek in, his metal top peeked out before the rest of him gradually made its way up, he spotted the next box and you still here.

“It’s the least I can do for you.” Now it was his turn to look grateful, perhaps a bit of blush dotted his rounded glass cheeks. He took the next box and once again descended down into the dark. There was only one left. Walking up to it, you get ready to push but this box was by far the heaviest. You groan, pushing your hardest against it but it didn’t even budge. You stood up, huffing slightly. “What’s in this box? More bricks?” You mutter. It’s probably best to wait for Saltbaker to get back up and deal with this one. You felt now was the best time to snack on those pastries you just bought. Reaching in, you grab a flaky danish. It was baked to perfection with a nice golden brown color, icing drizzled across, and a delicious filling in the middle. You bite down, remembering exactly why you loved Saltbaker’s cooking. The treat hit the spot, soft, sweet, and delicious. Saltbaker eventually came back up seeing the last box was still up against the wall, and there you were with a half eaten danish in your mouth. Quickly swallowing the mouthful you had, you point to the box.

“Sorry Chef, this one was too heavy for me.” You admitted.

“No problem. Let me take this.” He walked out, reaching under to lift it but found he couldn’t get it to move either. He stood back, hands resting against his hips.

“You’re right. This is too heavy even for me. I doubt I can get this down stairs but I can’t have it just sitting out here.” He tapped his chin for a moment. “Perhaps if we both lift? We just need to get it past the door. I’ll deal with the rest tomorrow.” You swallow the last of the danish and stand up eager to help.

“Sure! Just tell me where to lift and I’m ready.” Saltbaker chuckled at your enthusiasm.

“In a moment. Let me just close the cellar door so neither of us fall in.” You rush to the box and wait. With the cellar door closed up, he clapped his hands together and prepared himself.

“We lift on three.” He instructed. You bend down, poking your fingers through, feeling the edge of the wooden box sitting in your palms. Saltbaker got into position. “One. Two. Three.” With both of you using your strength, the box slowly lifted up. Saltbaker took a step back, and in turn you step towards him. It was still heavy but not as immovable as before. Your arms shake from the weight, and the fear of dropping it clung to your mind, but now was no time for what ifs. Saltbaker’s strained voice called out. “Alright…let’s…slowly…carefully…almost there.” Small little steps, until you made it past the small door. Your arms were nearly ready to give out.

“N-Now?” You ask. Saltbaker nodded.

“N-Now.” he wheezed. You both lower the box before dropping it. A loud THUD echoed across the bakery. Warmth crept up your cheeks. You may have let go a bit early.

“I’m sorry Chef, I didn’t think-”

“It’s not big deal. We got it across and I doubt it’s anything breakable. Just probably my flour or sugar. I go through a lot as you can see.” He glanced at his desserts.

“Now. Why don’t we both get out of here?” He gently led you out, pressing a chilled glass hand against your back. The contact made a shiver run down your spine. His touch was gentle, like you were delicate.

“Thanks for the treats and discount.” you mused walking towards the entrance.

“You’re welcome.” He reached into his pant pockets and pulled out the keys. “And thank you for your help. That was rather kind of you.” He added. Once he was sure everything was accounted for and prepped for tomorrow, he flipped the lights off and headed towards the front of the store, he spotted something and was quick to snatch it. Waiting by the door, you push it open for him.

“Thank you.” He said quietly. “Don’t forget these.” He lifted up the pastries you bought. You had forgotten them back at the window display.

“My treats!” You exclaimed. “I nearly forgot.” Reaching out for them, your hands made contact. Your warm hands against his chilled glass one. It was though time slowed and your eyes focused on your sudden contact, quite grateful it was dark out so he couldn’t see how red your face was and you couldn’t quite make out his expression either. Your mind whirled with thoughts, should you say something? Has it been too long? Should you pull away? Is this getting weird? Before you could do anything, he was the first to withdraw his hand. Your fingers gently wrap around the box.

“I better lock up. Will you…stop by tomorrow?” Saltbaker asked. No words came to you. He was wondering if you’d come by. His back was to you as he locked up his bakery for the night.

“I’m sure I can pop in for more treats.” You finally manage to say. A deep chuckle that rumbled from within his large belly, he turned to glance at you over his shoulder.

“I’ll be sure to have them made fresh and right out of the oven for you.” promised Saltbaker. Now that sounded good to you. “Good night. See you tomorrow.” He turned around and walked off vanishing off into the isle.

“Night….see you tomorrow.” You reply quietly clutching the box of treats tightly against you. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

[littleakito]

Any little tsukasa headcanons.. pls.. I love the silly little fella

（🌟）﹒﹒LiTTLE! TSuKASA

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aaaaaaaahhhhhh the brightest star of them all,, my little guy! I love him sososososososo much, thank you so much for your request anon! and I’m sososo sorry this took so long ahah<3

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1　 ﹒　I have veryyyyy mixed feelings about his personality when little, I do think it depends on who he’s around! Around WxS he definitely has that blazing energy of a star ready to shine he never seems to lose, but around people such as Toya he’s definitelyyyyy much more shy and cautious about his actions and words, just how can he be a big brother if he’s.. little?

2　 ﹒　Of course, when he has thoughts such as that, he’s reassured, especially by Toya and Saki. I would say that he’s not someone to willingly regress around those two, however. In his mind, it tarnishes his reputation as a reliable big brother! (It really doesn’t, especially not when they both have spoken to one another about games to play with him the next time he’s small.)

3　 ﹒　Stuffed animals are a huuuugeeeee love of his when he’s little, he definitely takes down some of them from his shelves and holds them close, on occasion, he’ll orchestrate a big game and show with them all, and he’ll hold them to sleep. It reminds him of when he used to hold those same stuffies to sleep when he was a small kid, alone in the house. It reassured him that no big scary monsters would eat him (not that he thought that anyway! psh.. he’s the big brother here!)

4　 ﹒　I think he would be extremely fond of his hair being played with and braided when he’s little, he used to have Saki do it for him all the time when the two were kids, why not now?!

5　 ﹒　Practicing performances when little has always been a challenge for him, the others always give him such concerned looks, as if they’re waiting to catch him (again). And when they treat him to ice cream after..? It’s like they know something he doesn’t!

6　 ﹒　The SEKAI is a certified safe space for Tsukasa, his regression is most definitely not always smiles and stargazing, but in the SEKAI? Cuddled up by all of his stuffed friends? His troupe mates by his side (on occasion)? The VIRTUAL SINGERS urging him to come and play with them? Well, he appreciates himself a little more then.

7　 ﹒　Tsukasa isn’t too sure of his age range, but if he were to wager a guess, maybe somewhere around 4-6? There’s definitely been times he’s fallen much younger however, he enjoys those times a lot. ( only when he’s not alone, though. )

8　 ﹒　I definitely think he’s.. ashamed of regression, to say the least. He thinks of how it will hinder his future ability of being a star every waking minute, but with the support of those around him, he’s begun believing in himself just a tad more.

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aaahhhh, jamming away to my tsukasa playlist whilst writing this was a great idea. ( side note, I got into BSD recently and,, searching up the agere for it and seeing multiple of my mutuals made me laugh a little too much, high five! )

[lover-222]

Shut Up and Love Me (Pablo Gavi)

...

"NO PABLO! it's done i'm sick and tired of you. you're always a jealous mess and always trying to control me. i can't help it if men look my way. i've told you many fucking times i love you and only you. i don't know why you can't believe me!!" y/n yelled, tears streamed down her face.

"BUT-I I CLEARLY SAW HE WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU AND YOU LET HIM Y/N!! YOURE MY GIRLFRIEND NOT THEIRS. YOU LET THEM FLIRT WITH YOU" gavi said as he furrowed his eyebrows at her.

"look gavi it's done it's fucking over. grow the fuck up, talk to me when you're done being a jealous overprotective asshole" she told him and got out of his car.

_____

at the barça vs atlético madrid game

the game was just 1 month after y/n and gavi's breakup. she was a mess, her eyes were puffy and hair was all over the place. she had been living in one of gavi's hoodies and a pair of sweatpants. although she decided to support the team and she wasn't going to let gavi have the satisfaction.

she was a strong woman, there are plenty of men who could treat her better than he did. another reason was pedri. he truly was like an older brother to her, she wanted to go support him. although he had also gone to her house to basically drag her to go and to motivate her.

"vamos hermana, tú ni le hagas caso al tío. vas a venir por mi y para verme jugar" pedri smiled at her while moving her arms. (c'mon sister, don't even pay attention to him, you're going to come for me and watch me play)

"pedri i don't even have a jersey that doesn't have his name on the back" she rolled her eyes.

"i came prepared don't worry look at this" he smiled at her as he pulled out a barça jersey with pedri's name and number. he played around and moved his hands as he showed her the jersey.

"pedrito what am i going to do without you" she laughed and grabbed it from from his hands.

"probably rot in this room alone" pedri laughed.

"cállate tonto" she laughed and went to get ready. (shut up dumbass)

"okay i'm ready pedrooooo!!!!" she yelled.

"i'm right here literally no need to yell y/n" he said playfully annoyed.

surprisingly y/n got ready on perfect timing since pedri had to be at camp nou like an hour before the game. on the ride there they listened to y/n's playlist which was filled with reggueton music. pedri liked to see her jam out and finally smile. after what happened with gavi, he felt like she lost herself.

best part by daniel caesar started playing. y/n's laugh died down and her smiled dropped. the clouds started to block the sun a bit, and it started to to drizzle outside.

"you got to be fucking kidding me" she sighed.

"what's wrong?" pedri looked at her.

"this is our song, fuck i hate him but at the same time i miss him so much" y/n said as her eyes got teary eyed.

*flashback*

'where you go i follow, no matter how far'

"are you sure? i really don't want you to leave just for me y/n" gavi said worried.

"mi amor i'll go to the end of the world with you" she replied.

she left mexico and moved to barcelona for him because she loved him. it took time for her to adjust to spain but it worked out somehow.

"not homesick yet mi vida?" the brown eyed boy asked.

"a little bit but you're my home pablo, i just need you by my side and i'll be perfectly fine. you make me feel at ease. all my worries go away when i'm with you" y/n looked up at him, he looked amazing in the golden sunlight.

*flashback over*

"i know he was the reason you moved here but you on your own accomplished many things. you finished university here and got a modeling job, your also making your own clothes" pedri cheered you up.

"yeah i just miss him, but you're right i'm a fucking badass without him" she smiled.

they pulled up to camp nou, they parked the car and went in. the stadium was starting to fill.

"bueno te veo después del partido nena ya sabes dónde ir" pedri said.(you know where to go, i'll see you after the game)

"si, suerte predrito anota muchos goles por mi" she laughed.

(yes, good luck pedrito score many goals for me)

pedri left and she went to the seats that were designated for the wives and family members of the team. there was a particular seat she sat in when she would come see gavi. although that seat was already taken, she was beautiful; she had short blonde hair and her make-up was flawless.

y/n sat down 3 seats away from her. as soon as she sat down the other girl notice her. her piercing green eyes looked into y/n brown eyes. they exchanged a friendly hi and hello.

once the game started y/n started cheering for pedri every time he had the ball or got near to scoring a goal. although something caugh her off guard when gavi scored a goal.

"eso mi amor !!!!!" the blonde girl yelled.

that's when she notice the blonde girl's jersey... 'gavi 6'.

gavi's pov

i knew i fucked up, messed up so bad. i got carried away with my overprotection. i need to learn how to control my anger and jealousy. i knew i fucked up, after the breakup i lost myself. i partied every chance i got, and over worked myself.

while clubbing, i met laura; she was there to somewhat relieve my pain. we started hooking up, drinking together, as well as going out. the thing was that i didn't love her as much as i loved y/n, i don't think i ever will love someone as her.

i really did want to get back with y/n but i dug a hole too deep with laura. now we're dating? but i know i'm using her as a rebound.

during the match i scored the first goal. i ran with my team to celebrate my goal and looked at the crowd. my eyes gazed through the designated area where the family members were. the spot where y/n always sat in was used by laura.

my smile left, she wasn't there. she was sitting down on her phone. not even paying attention to my goal. i want her back desperately bad.

he could see that joao felix got her attention. her gaze was strong and alluring. she looked at him as he fixed his sweaty hair and drank water during half time.

that's what sparked his jealousy once again. joao felix had the ball and i ran up to him as fast as i could and pushed him down. maybe i should control my anger issues? or not.

___

the game ended 3-1, gavi and pedri scored goals. they finally let the wife's and family come down to the field. gavi was a sweaty mess, it could've been because of the game or the jealousy that made his blood boil. pedri saw y/n coming down and approaching him.

"hermanitoo!! you did so good pedri that goal was majestic bro" she laughed then him.

"i know right!! i was kind of nervous for today's game though, i think it was because of your guys' breakup. although good thing it didn't affect my relationship with him in the field" pedri smiled.

"aye pero me presentas al joao no? se cae de bueno el tio ese " y/n playfully told pedri as she wiggled her eyebrows and looked at joao who was behind pedri.

 (introduce me to joao he's so hot)

"bueno vamos loca, ey pero si viste como te mataba con la mirada gavi cuando mirabas al otro tio?" he asked her.

 (okay fine crazy, he could've killed you with the way he was looking at you)

"siiii pero me hice la tonta y no vi a gavi, bueno ya presentame con joao andale pedriii. se me cupido porfa!!" y/n tugged on pedri's shoulder.

(yess, but i ignored him, cmon introduce me to joao cmon pedri. be my cupid please)

he laughed and ruffled her hair, although he did agree. pedri came up to joao felix and introduced y/n to him. y/n thought he was attractive, he did as well. he loved her smile and laugh. pedri left, joao and y/n were still talking and it seemed like they really did hit it off. although y/n felt someone staring at her. she noticed his figure standing by, his eyebrows were furrowed and a disgusted look was evident.

"he hates me doesn't he?" joao asked her and she shook her head.

"it's just because you're talking to me, he's the ex-boyfriend at the moment"

"aaaa makes more sense, it looks like he's still very into you. are ya'll gonna get back together?"

y/n sighed and looked at gavi, who was now trying to look interested in whatever laura was saying.

"maybe i don't know yet"

"well i'm here if you want to hang out or something as friends...until you make up your mind" he smiled at her.

they exchanged numbers and y/n left with pedri to dinner since he invited her. after dinner, pedri brought her back to her house. she took of her boots, skirt and pedri's jersey. she changed into some black biker shorts and a spain jersey. she proceeded to do her night time routine, taking of her makeup, washing her face, as well as taking off the clips in her hair.

*ding* text message

nene <3 : we need to talk.

y/n: pablo not now

nene <3 : too late i'm outside your house, please y/n just 5 minutes please mi amor

y/n: don't call me that pablo. i'm coming.

y/n looked at the messages, she looked at his contact name. nene, she didn't even change his contact name. she wanted to go outside and run into his arms, she wanted to hug him so tight that he'd run out of air. she missed him so dearly it was unreal. but no she had to be strong. there he was leaning on his car, he opened the door for her. she rolled her eyes but got in.

"go you have five minutes" she looked ahead, not even looking at him. if she did she would definitely tear down her walls.

"I know that i'm a jealous jerk y/n and i feel ashamed of it. all i wanted to do was to protect you, but i know that with my jealousy i overreacted and got ahead of things. i am truly sorry, you have no idea how much i regret having that argument with you. i miss you y/n, every night, every morning, every single day; i miss you. i know that i'm not worthy of your love, and if you don't want to take me back it's ok with me. you deserve someone way better than me, and who will treat you better" gavi said with tears in his eyes.

"what about laura?" she said.

"i broke up with her after the game, i was honest with her. she's someone i met while we were broken up. but i just want you y/n nobody else" he said

she finally got the courage to look him in the eyes. god she missed his chocolate brown eyes, they were puffy and red from crying. she looked at him and his beautiful complexion.

"promise?" she asked him with a smile.

"i promise, i'm done being a being a jealous overprotective asshole as you said" he laughed.

"c'mon let's go inside and cuddle" she said then gave him a desperate kiss.

"me gusta tu camisa" he laughed, she was wearing the jersey he wore in the world cup.

(i like your shirt)

she smiled at him "callate tonto, mejor dame un besito".

 (shut up dumbass and give me a kiss)

they spent their night cuddling and y/n making gavi do a face mask. gavi missed her like crazy, he held her tight and very close to his chest. her scent was sweet, he missed kissing her neck and playing with her hair. y/n traced small shapes on his naked chest, he always slept without a shirt; due to him getting hot when he sleeps. she loved his hands, so firm yet delicate at times. she played with his rings, and looked up at him. he was peaceful, his brown wavy hair fluffed up and swooped to the side, his eyes gleamed.

"le mandamos una foto a pedri???" she asked him and he nodded.

(should we send pedri a picture?)

text messages

y/n: mira quien regresoooo (look who's back)

hermanito: esoooo mis padres!!!!! (my parents !!!)

they both smiled and laughed at pedri, both of them were glad that they fixed their problem. she knew it would have been awkward if they had broken up indefinitely. they didn't want to put pedri in the middle. the couple slept peacefully in eachothers arms and finally got a good rest. both intoxicated with love and their scents.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a/n:

are ya'll liking my stories?

feedback is always welcomed!!

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[characteroulette]

Why you should play Everhood: An Ineffable Tale of the Inexpressible Divine Moments of Truth

It's about time I make one of these for Everhood. So sit right there a spell and I shall do my best to sell you on this fun and jammin lil game. I'm gonna do my best to keep this spoiler free, also.

So. What is this game about?

Everhood is the story of you, a wooden puppet called Red, chasing down the thieves who stole one of your arms. As you go along, you'll have to "fight" through certain characters in order to continue your search. These battles are in the form of rhythm adjacent gameplay, where you have to dodge every beat sent at you in waves or pillars.

That's it! That's all you're tasked with doing! Enjoy the jams and find that thief who stole one of your arms!

...but that's not quite everything, is it?

After all, certain characters treat you with a level of hatred that you can't quite understand. They think you're dangerous somehow; the Red Reaper, the Incinerator, the one who is going to ruin their fun. It's strange, since most of the other characters simply regard you as a fixture in their world. You're known enough to be greeted as a mundanity, as a threat, as just another being living here in this Everhood.

Oh! Right, that's another thing: the world of Everhood!

When they call it the Everhood, they mean it more than you'd think. This place has been around longer than human comprehension. Most of the beings living here were here from the beginning. I also say beings and not people very deliberately; some were human long ago, but others were never human. Everyone also is referred to purely by they/them pronouns; what use is gender in a place such as this? It's eternal in a sort of horrifying way and this information is only given to you through a few sparse dialogues and notes. There's a few notable and intense examples where the environment does the storytelling for you and it's become a little infamous in how effective it is. (I know I got jumpscared when one of these moments first happened to me! The other one is connected to an achievement, I think. So have fun!)

But you get this certain feeling as you talk to the sparse amount of characters scattered around each area. This sense of despair and failing optimism. It's similar to that of Undertale's, but the characters are less open to discussing it with you. It is, after all, meant to be a place of fun. It is, after all, for your own entertainment.

There's an odd amount of weight placed on your shoulders by those around you, be it the very real Frog who challenges you with your first tutorial or the voice that greets you at the start of the game. You're meant to do something here that only you as the player character can do. This is what you asked for, as the one who made the conscious decision to pick up this game and play it.

You are Red. Whether or not there's something else inside of you, if there's another facet to this puppet allowing you to interface with the Everhood, now that's for you to find out.

Anyway! Moving on to a lighter topic: the music! What's a rhythm-like game without good jams?

Luckily, Everhood delivers on this in spades. It takes a very special sort of game to make me continually replay the opening sequence over and over, and Everhood is very much that. The first few songs are absolutely a display of what you're in store for; Frogs Are Friends, Tinnitus Dance, and Psychedelic Breakdown are straight up bangers. Tinnitus Dance in particular I find myself returning to time and time again. I am so enamoured with that one and how it plays out during your introduction to this world and these characters.

Bad at rhythm games? No problem!! Everhood has difficulty settings to choose from, the easiest being Story Mode! These difficulty settings don't affect the song battles' note mapping, either! So you can play on easier or harder difficulties without changing up how the battles look! It's purely for helping you stay alive if your reaction times aren't great.

Also included in these options are accessibility settings!! Because this game can be quite taxing on the eyes, with flashing lights and intense visuals. That's probably the one drawback to this game I have to mention, it can be difficult to play for someone who can't parse all the everything happening onscreen for some of these battles.

You should also definitely not be like me and actually finish this game, since it comes with a very fun feature where you can replay any battle from the main menu! Even if this game is only a rhythm-like, this is such a nice and appreciated feature.

But then, why am I absolutely insane in the way I play this game? Why my refusal to finish it?

Well, you'll just have to trust me on this one. (Part of it is just me and how I approach games, I fully understand that.) But the deeper you get into the Everhood and why there seems to be a dedicated campaign against allowing you to get your arm back, the more you'll understand. You may not agree with me, but you'll at least understand.

Everhood is in conversation with Undertale, but not in the way I see too many interpret it to be. Everhood and Undertale are, after all, asking the exact same question of you: Wouldn't it be for the best if you could show these beings Mercy? But while Undertale allows you to express that in several ways (and even delves into player curiosity and completionists mindset), Everhood has only one answer to this query. It's the only answer that truly makes sense for these beings and what they've gone through here.

There is an overwhelming Buddhist air to this story. It's about the cycle of life and rebirth, about parting ways with the old for the new, and allowing yourself to accept the unknown what comes ahead. It's about relinquishing that staleness you hold in your chest and walking forward at last. It's a painful path, of course. Change is terrifying, especially to those who have been here in the Everhood for longer than comprehension. This world is decayed and stale. This world is fraught and tense. And these things are in no small part due to your efforts as Red while also having very little to do with you. It's just that kind of story.

This is the type of game that doesn't so much ask you to examine your actions as it does ask you to ponder why the world has come to this. It's an examination of what unrestrained stagnation looks like, of what endless possibilities and appetites looks like. It's truly fascinating in how it presents itself, hiding a lot of these points just beneath as you go from place to place. If the areas seem empty, then perhaps there's something to that you'll have to think about later. If it seems like only you have any drive for exploration, then perhaps there's something to that as well.

There's fun to be had just as there's tragedy and drama to ignite. Which of these characters you end up liking, which of them you end up disliking, even which ones you're completely ambivalent on; it all comes around in the end to that question.

What exactly is Mercy?

How do you show it towards these beings in the Everhood?

And are you willing to take back your arm when those beings around you seem more than reluctant to give it back?

I implore you to play this game for yourself and find out. If nothing else, then the jams are very worth it.

Also I forgot to put this somewhere but Red themself? Peak character design. I love this lil red and wooden puppet with golden straw hair. Their eyes are surprisingly expressive for them being a puppet! And there are a few moments they might surprise you as you play, too! Their animations in battle and their running gait are also very good. Very pleasing to look at, which matters when you'll be looking at them throughout the game.

And with the sequel game on its way (which I suspect to be less a direct sequel and more one of vibes), now is the perfect time to acquaint yourself with this world and its ideas!!

[nostalgiclittlespace]

Hiii! I just read your request rules and I thought of a prompt!:D

I've never done a request like this before so pls tell me if I do something wrong!

Could you please do CG! Kipper looking after Arnold and a regressed reader? Maybe Arnold and reader playing and eating lunch with Kipper?

Thanks sm!!

Here you go! Thx for your patience, I know this took a while!

SFW AGE REGRESSION FIC. DNI IF NSFW, KINK, PROSHIP, OR SIMILAR. DO NOT REPOST TO OTHER SITES

Title: Playtime Picnic

Pairing: CG!Kipper & Little!Reader & Arnold

Wordcount: 758

Description: A fluffy short story about playing with your friends Kipper and Arnold 🧡

You ran around Kipper’s backyard, hand in hand with Arnold.  The dog, just behind you, was hot on your tail.  You, breathing hard and fast and feeling significantly less energetic than before, knew that he could catch you any second.  

Your game of tag had lasted for almost half an hour—endless running to and fro.  You had done well to evade Kipper, who was currently ‘it,’ but your legs were getting tired.  And no matter how many times you turned sharply around the trees and dodged his attempts to tag you, you didn’t have any place to hide!

A paw tapped your shoulder.

“Got you; you’re it!  Come on, Arnold,” Kipper announced as he tagged you.  

Arnold promptly dropped your hand and took Kipper’s paw and they ran away.  You gave them a few seconds head-start; after all, Arnold was littler than you and you wanted it to be a fair game for him!  And now you could catch your breath. 

As Kipper and Arnold made it halfway across the yard, you picked up the pace again.  The grass tickled your feet with every step, wind in your face, and the warm sun re-energizing your resolve to catch them.

You darted every which way–around trees and in circles and jumping over the landscaping, but Kipper and Arnold continued to evade you.  It wasn’t until Kipper started to pant in exhaustion a few minutes later that you finally caught up.

“I got you,” you exclaimed as you tapped Arnold’s shoulder, very much out of breath.  “B–but I’m calling time-out.”

“Sounds alright with me,” Kipper agreed, and you both collapsed onto the soft grass, breathing hard.

Laying flat on your back as your chest rose and fell, you stared up at the cotton-candy clouds and pale blue sky and subconsciously began looking for shapes in them when Arnold tugged on your hand.  He was clearly trying to spur you into movement, to continue the game of chase, but the mere thought of running again put a stitch in your side.

“I’m tired,” you groaned.  “Can we have lunch now?  And play again later?”

Unbothered by the delay, Arnold nodded in agreement.  Kipper followed suit.

“Why don’t we have a picnic?  We can bring our sandwiches out to the yard.  And I’ll grab my blanket for us to sit on,” the dog suggested.

So, the three of you marched inside, each gathering the necessary arrangements for a picnic.  Kipper was finding his plaid blanket to lay on the grass and a basket to carry everything in, while Arnold was toting a handful of juice boxes.  You were in the kitchen, climbing the countertops to reach the bread, peanut butter, jelly, and bananas to make the sandwiches.   And maybe we can make smores later, as a treat.  They would go very nicely with a picnic, you thought as you shoved jars and cans around to find the proper jam flavor.

Just after discovering it and placing it on the countertop beside you, you began searching for some bananas to slice too–Arnold loved having peanut butter and banana sandwiches, Kipper would have all three toppings, and now you had to decide which you would have…  

“Careful!  Don’t fall!” Kipper exclaimed as he came up behind you and scooped you up, then placed you back onto the floor.  “What were you doing up there, silly?”

“Getting the ‘nanas,” the replied, pointing to the yellow fruit still inside the cabinet.  

“Oh, I see.  Here, let’s get a chair to stand on, instead of climbing.  We wouldn’t want you to fall!” Kipper nodded.

Once the bananas were retrieved, you, Kipper, and Arnold gathered at the kitchen table to make the sandwiches.  Kipper did all the cutting, the fruit slices and taking the crusts off, but you were allowed to help spread the jam using a spoon instead of a knife.  Arnold helped too, though very little of the peanut butter actually made it onto the bread.  At least licking the spreads off your fingers kept you busy while Kipper finished packing some chips and apple slices.

Upon returning to the yard, you gathered under a shady tree, spread out the picnic blanket, and shared the food.  It was delicious, made even more satisfactory by the fresh air and chirping birds around.

“We’re good cooks,” you declared as you took a bite of your perfectly made sandwich.  “We should have a restaurant.”

“Maybe that can be our next game.  What do you think, Arnold?” Kipper suggested, and the piglet nodded.

“Maybe Pig could be our first customer…”

[beardedmrbean]

I use AI. I use it for recipes. Because it is very good at figuring out base amounts of whatever I need to use (rice/potatoes/pasta, veggies, proteins, flour/sugar/whatever). The rest...

A few times, I made the recipe exactly as it spat it out, and it tasted like something that you would find on the recipe page of a suburban Midwestern mommyblogger with three kids named Aiden, Kenna, and Skylar (all of whom cannot eat anything spicier than a fettuccine alfredo). I do not want that. I want something that tastes like it was cooked by a 3-star Micheline restaurant linecook at 2 AM, strung out of his mind on god-knows-what, sweating, shaking, his pupils the size of purely theoretical particles as he concocts some sort of unholy abomination that will blow your tits clean into the stratosphere.

So, no, AI, I will not be using a dash of cumin, you can fuck right off with your pinch of salt, and you can take your half-teaspoon of vanilla and shove it right up your ass. I do not want food that seems to be apologizing for its very existence. I want food that is boldly, unabashedly, loudly unashamed of what it is, and actually TASTES like something. I don't want something standing in the corner, giving a half-hearted wave and a meek little, "Hi, over here". I want something that is going to walk up to me, give me five across the eyes, grab my collar, and jam a bullhorn in my face and scream "FUCKING PAY ATTENTION TO ME, ASSHOLE".

So, I will continue to use AI for recipes. And I will treat it like the recipes that I get from the suburban Midwestern mommybloggers by saying, "Thank you for pointing me (sort of kind of maybe perhaps almost) in the correct general direction; I've got it from here". It's just like any food blog or cookbook: A jumping-off point. But not much more than that.

This is incredible and I don't want to ruin the funny by trying to find out if this is a bit from a show/game/movie or anything like that so I will just enjoy it.

as a serious aside, AI has given people recipes that are deadly so it's good that it's a jumping off point, just remember if the computer says to use arsenic you probably should skip that one.

[cliperry]

Ultimate Clash of the Teen-Pop Titans

Justin Bieber asks fans to take him back, while One Direction move toward the exit

MADE IN THE A.M.

Justin Bieber

Purpose

RBMG/Def Jam

One Direction

Made in the A.M.

Syco/Columbia

BY ROB SHEFFIELD

Justin Bieber and One Direction have always been the yin and yang of the pop-idol game, but never more so than now. They bring opposite agendas to their new LPs: Bieber is the comeback kid, begging for forgiveness and vowing to be a better Bieber. But 1D are racing for the exit after announcing a split (hopefully temporary, because life is harsh enough). They’ve got a few parting gifts for their girl-almighty fan army. The records sound nothing alike, but they have the same moral: Teen girls are the only fans that matter. And if you’re a dude singer, you treat those girls right, because they can make you or break you at will.

Purpose comes after Bieber’s take-me-back moment at the VMAs, weeping onstage. It’s full of motivational Bieb-talk about the realness of the Bieb-struggle: Find your “Purpose” and realize “Life Is Worth Living,” because Bieber is for the “Children.” His midtempo R&B gets welcome boosts from Skrillex (the synth-elephant blurts in “Sorry” and “Where Are Ü Now”), Halsey, and Travis Scott. Unlikely maturity mentor Big Sean adds some entertainingly cloddish flair: “I eat the Cookie like I’m Lucious!”

Made in the A.M. is 1D’s Let It Be. The cover has Beatles-worthy body language: four boys on a cheap couch, Liam Payne and Niall Horan smiling in opposite directions, Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles staring defiantly into your eyes. Lots of sensitive breakup songs here—hey, girl, before you go, let’s toast the minibars and expensive cars, the good champagne and private planes. But it sure doesn’t sound like a band that’s hanging it up, because all four are on a roll musically, chasing the rock vibe of Midnight Memories and Four. The Brit-pop loop “Hey Angel” is a dead ringer for the Verve’s “Bittersweet Symphony,” and “What a Feeling” splices hooks from at least six different Fleetwood Mac hits.

And in case you thought they were flawless, there’s the folky “I Want to Write You a Song”—please, guys, no boat symbolism on the solo LPs, OK? “Walking in the Wind” comes from a noble boy-band tradition: the ballad that bids farewell to the audience at the end of the gold rush, á la the Bay City Rollers’ “The Way I Feel Tonight” or the Backstreet Boys’ “Shape of My Heart.” There’s nothing coy about it, with lines like “Goodbyes are bittersweet” and “We had some times, didn’t we?”

1D reprise the sentiment in the finale, “A.M.,” which all four co-wrote, joining their voices:

“Swimming around in our glasses / And talking out of our asses.”

Talk about going out on top.

LISTEN NOW!

Hear key tracks from these albums at RollingStone.com/albums.

★★★★★ Classic ★★