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luvhughes43 · 1 year ago

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don’t have to pretend | blake hughes au

blake hughes au

summary: how blake hughes and nico hischier finally confess their feelings for each other

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“Nico, you know you don’t have to keep coming over anymore,” Blake whispered. she had been thinking a lot about their relationship lately, or lack thereof. she didn’t know how much longer she could take being so incredibly infatuated with him but unable to say anything.

Nico looked confused, like the idea of not coming over to visit Blake was incomprehensible. Blake stared at Nico, waiting for him to respond. she hoped he would say that he wanted to be with her, that he had feelings for her… anything to suggest that he wasn’t just here to make her brothers playing less sloppy. she had watched the games, she knew that Jack was struggling and the reason was probably her.

“I want to come over,” Nico finally responded, and although that's what Blake wanted to hear it wasn’t as satisfying as she thought it would be.

They both sat in silence for a moment, drinking hot chocolates out of mugs decorated with little ice skates. “yeah but, if you’re here just because of Jack then-”

“I’m not,” Nico butted in. They both stared at each other.

“Right well,” Blake was the first to shift away from Nico’s heated gaze, uncomfortable in whatever awkward tension she had just created.

Nico cursed himself in his mind. She doesn’t want you like that, he kept repeating over and over again. Although, no matter how many times he told himself that Blake wasn’t interested in him, he would still hold out on any string of hope that he had.

They had really connected over the few months that they had gotten to know each other, and either would be damned if they let that all go to waste. So, they both held on without knowing that the other person felt the exact same way.

“You're going to get cold,” Jack had pointed out to Blake as he picked her up to go out. but of course, she decided against better judgement and had decided to wear her sluttiest top without any form of coverup so that she wouldn’t chicken out.

Jack hadn’t mentioned Blakes tiny top, and so she counted it as a win that his critique came in the form of needing something warm. “Like, I'm seriously not going to give you my jacket when you start complaining,” he continued with the roll of his eyes.

“If all goes well tonight i won't need your jacket,” Blake had rebutted to Jack's distaste.

“Yeah well, with your luck you're going to be single forever so I'll be waiting for you to complain about the cold,” Jack teased.

“Right and… where’s your girlfriend?” Blake played into the sibling banter. “Last I saw your ex was on a lingerie mag and here you are… coming over to your sister's place before going out so she can help you pick out an outfit….”

“Right, okay I'm done fighting now!” Jack said, lifting his hands up in mock surrender. “But seriously, do these pants match with this top,”

“You're wearing black skinny jeans, anything you wear is going to match, now go!” Blake responded, shooing Jack out of her apartment and into the hallway. She looked at her reflection in the mirror one last time before leaving, making a mental note to put on some more lip gloss in the car.

“Who are you trying to impress anyway?” Jack had shouted once he and Blake got inside the bar. He was trying to find his teammates among the crowd, but it was no luck.

“None of your business!” she shouted back, catching the boy of her affections eye from across the bar. “Nico’s over there!” she yelled, turning to her brother who was already being pulled into conversation by somebody else. It seemed like fate was on Blake's side as she made long strides over to Nico who was, luckily, alone.

Nico looked hot, and god… the things Blake wanted to do to him… she should be locked up.

Blake wasn’t the only one appreciating the view though, because Nico was very clearly checking out his teammate's sister. His eyes trailed down Blakes face and onto her top, and if Blake had noticed him shift in his seat she hadn’t said anything.

“You look good tonight!” Nico had leaned over so that Blake could hear him through the loud music. Blakes face burned at his comment, and she was glad that the bar's lighting was dim otherwise it would be very obvious that she liked her brother's captain. although, liked seemed like a very meager word when her whole world turned upside down upon seeing his dimples.

“And you look very handsome!” Blake had turned her head close to his. She was going to need a few drinks if she was going to be this close to him all night. Especially, when all his teammates were here.

Nicos face lit up with a smile, and Blakes immediately matched it with a bright smile of her own.

“Sit beside me,” Nico said, pulling out the last empty chair beside him. He was still waiting for his drink.

Blake easily complied, smoothly sliding the bar stool as close to Nico as was possible without raising suspicions. “So….”

“Soo…” Nico copied Blake, both giggling at each other. They were two lovesick fools and yet, they didn’t recognize that the other was also helplessly in love.

“So, how have you been?” Blake smiled, leaning an elbow onto the bar so that she was even closer to the brown eyed man. She was so down bad…

“I’ve been good, just waiting for a pretty girl to come sit with me, you?” he replied flirtatiously.

“I’m really good! just waiting for a hot man to order me a drink…” she trailed off, focusing her gaze away from Nico and back to the bar staff.

“What do you want?” he said, already pulling out his wallet.

A bartender came over to their section, dropping off a cold beer in front of Nico while offering all sorts of apologies for the wait time. He waved the waiter ramblings off, and instead looked towards Blake for her order.

“A vodka cran,” she told the bartender, “double shot”

Nico had handed over the cash.

After some more harmless flirting, Nico led Blake back to the team’s table where she was greeted by everyone.

“Nice outfit,” one of the boys piped up, eyes trailing down Blakes body. she was wearing some jeans and a tight corset top that pushed her boobs up just right…

“Don’t talk to my sister,” Jack huffed, swatting the guy in the chest.

At Jack's words, your eyes immediately turned to catch Nico’s who was already staring at you. He looked torn, and before you could make any sort of move to question him he was shuffling chairs and sitting as far away from Jack as was possible.

All night, Blake had been trying to catch Nico’s attention from down the table. He barely glanced in her direction for the rest of the night, and now she was afraid that when he did she’d start to cry. She felt so pathetic as the other guy's attention fell to her chest, reminding her that the guy she was trying to get wanted nothing to do with her at this moment.

“I'm going to get another drink,” Blake said as she swirled the ice around in her cup. Jack nodded at her, and then she was walking towards the bar by herself.

Blake let the bartender make her “something special”, and she sat at the bar watching him pour a shit ton of juice and gin into her cup.

“Hey, you new here?” Some guy, blond and skinny sat in one of the many available seats next to Blake.

“uh no i’m not. Is that your opening line?” she huffed, giving the bartender a tip when she finally came back with her drink. Yes, Blake was being rude to the guy but she wanted nothing more than to be alone. Something that was impossible to happen in a bar at 1am.

“Uh, can I have this dance?” The guy tried to correct himself, and Blake cringed as a mix of two songs from 2010 blared through the bars speakers.

“No you cant-” Blake said, just as her head turned just enough for her to see a girl approach Nico. she couldn’t make out what they were saying, just that he was smiling in the same way he was earlier.

“Actually,” Blake corrected herself, and the blond guy turned to his group of friends as if to say “i told you so, girls cant resist my charm…”

the girl touched Nicos arm… “I’ll dance with you!” Blake forced a smile onto her face, turning back to the bar one last time to take a large swig out of her drink.

The blond guy grabbed her hand, and with a deep breath Blake let herself be dragged onto the dance floor which was coincidentally right beside the table filled with her brother's friends.

The blond guy, who still didn't have a name, spun Blake around so that her back was against his front. she tried to lean back into him, but it all felt so wrong.

The guy guided her hips, and her face heated up in shame as her brother's teammates started turning their attention towards her.

Blake turned herself back around, now facing the guy who brought her to dance. they swayed together for a few more minutes, and as soon as the next song finished Blake was immediately bidding her goodbyes.

She rushed over to the table, ignoring the blond guy's shouts for her snap. she grabbed her purse from her brother's chair. “Can we please leave Jack,” she practically yelled in his ear.

he turned to his sister with a look of concern in his eyes. “Did he do something..?” he said, gesturing to the guy from earlier who was now retreating back to his group of friends.

Blake shook her head. “I think i’m getting a headache,”

Jack stood up then, waving to his teammates as he bid them all goodbyes.

Nico had tried to catch Blakes eyes, but she refused to look in his direction.

By the time she and Jack got out to the car, she could feel tears of frustration threatening to fall. She had to keep her head glued to the window so as to not raise any suspicions with Jack, who was well… oblivious to all things that weren't in his direct line of sight.

“Thanks for driving me home!” her words were rushed as she scrambled out of his car. “I’ll call you in the morning!”

When her apartment door slammed shut behind her, Blake broke out into quiet sobs. She just wanted the mood from seeing Nico at the bar to continue for the rest of the night. It seemed that despite how hard she tried, nothing would ever come out of whatever she and Nico had going on.

When Blake was 15, she had dated this guy who had lived a few doors down from her. The relationship didn’t last long, but sometimes Blake liked to think about the boy who broke her heart. Usually at night, usually when she was upset, and usually when she had nothing better to do than upset herself with her own life's events.

He had been nice at first, someone Jack had talked to a few times when he was out playing street hockey. She couldn't remember if Ryder had ever joined Jack and her brothers games, but that didn’t matter much anyway.

What mattered was Blake overhearing him tell his group of friends that the only reason he was dating her was because she was going to compete in the olympics.

“she’s like, the perfect girlfriend to have,” he had said to his friends. “i never have to see her, she's a champion, and like, I can make out with her and shit whenever i want,”

The last part hurt the most. Ryder was the first guy she had ever kissed and really been with. She didn’t have time to have boyfriends that weren’t always at the rink or the gym. Her seeking out Ryder and being with him was her own little act of deviance.

Now that she’d gone to enough therapy sessions though, she was sure that the reason she wasn’t upset that he was with her because of her titles was because she wanted to be with herself because of her titles. When she was younger, she was solely defined by her medals. Therefore, it came to no surprise to Blake that her relationships would be defined by her achievements too.

Anyway, that didn’t stop her crying to her older brother about the whole thing.

She had bursted through Quinn’s door, tears silently streaming down her face as she fell face first onto his bed. He had brushed her hair from her face, asking her what was wrong.

“He’s using me,” she had said, and Quinn looked upset enough for the both of them.

“He’s such a fucking asshole,” he had said, looking at his younger sister with so much pity. “He doesn’t deserve somebody like you,”

At the time, Blake wasn’t sure what “somebody like you,” had meant. All her life she was defined by her skills, her body, her wins and loses… she wished figure skating and relationships didn’t have to be so difficult.

She hadn’t seen Ryder again after that. She had made no effort to go and see him, and Blake could’ve sworn she saw him slowly sneaking back inside his house whenever her brothers would go outdoors.

Now at 20, Blake lays in her bed and reminisces on all the shitty parts of her life with a new lens. She remembers Ryder and how he had used her, her coach and how she forced Blake to compete through injuries, and then her mind turned to Nico. who hadn't necessarily done anything to hurt Blake but his lack of action made her feel pathetic.

How is it that a man can flirt with you at a bar, make you believe for weeks that he truly likes you, and then refuse to make eye contact with you later?

Blake’s head spun like one of those spins she used to practice. She had thought of calling Quinn but then what? She had already told him how convinced she was that Nico had liked her. It would just be embarrassing now to have to tell him that now she wasn’t so sure.

So, Blake did what she did best, wallowed in her own self-pity until she eventually drifted off into sleep.

A few days later Nico came knocking on Blakes door. She wasn’t surprised to see him, but she had already decided that she shouldn’t talk to him anymore.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to come over anymore,” she had told him. She hadn’t let him step through the threshold of her apartment, and she hadn’t changed her mind under his soft gaze.

“But… Blake?”

“Nico, I'm really busy right now. There's a lot of stuff that i’m going through and I cant handle-”

“You can’t handle hanging out with me?” he had said, voice quiet.

Blake had to look away from his pointed gaze, wanting nothing more than to just confess her feelings. But if Nico did like her like she thought he did, then his reaction to what Jack had said at the bar a few nights ago just proved to her that a relationship just wouldn't work out. And so, as Blake always does, she prioritised what she thought would end up working in the long run. Instead of pushing through pain to win medals, she was pushing through her feelings for Nico to protect her heart.

“I’m sorry,” she had whispered to him, gaze falling to the floor when he finally walked away from her.

Nico had thought that he was doing the right thing. Sure, he had let things go too far when he started flirting with Blake at the bar. But come on, she was so gorgeous, and she was exactly the kind of person that he wanted to be with. Forget “kind of person”, Nico thought. She was literally the only person he wanted to see or talk to.

He thought that maybe he was taking advantage of her in some way. after he had started stopping by her house and visiting, and they had become friends… Jack had started telling him stories of Blakes abusive childhood. He couldn't even imagine growing up in a sport so toxic. And then of course there was her career ending injury, which is the reason behind them even starting to hang out.

Blake Hughes was vulnerable, she was hurt and she was upset, and Nico wasn’t sure if love was even something she was looking for right now. He felt like he was stepping over some sort of invisible line, and that if Blake didn’t reciprocate his feelings, she wouldn't want to talk to him anymore.

But he was proven to be right regardless, because Blake wasn’t talking to him and he had no idea why.

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The devil’s holiday event was lackluster. Jack had caught the eye of some pretty brunette and so he was off flirting and doing god-knows what. She had hoped that by now that Jack would stop insisting she came to these kinds of events and outings. But Blake guessed watching Titanic every night for the last week counted as a setback in her recovery journey.

She swirled the drink in her cup, watching mindlessly as couples mingled and talked amongst themselves. This was just getting depressing.

As the night continued nothing changed. She sat in her spot by the bar, conversing with the bartenders with as limited a vocabulary as possible. If her mother were here, she would definitely be scolding Blake for being rude.

“You okay?” one of the girlfriends had asked Blake as they waited at the bar for another drink. Blake had nodded respectively, and when that didn’t appease the girl she sighed.

“Boy troubles, you know?” she laughed, hoping that the awkwardness would be too much and that the girl would take the hint and leave.

“Hit me,” she had said instead, and so that’s how Blake spent the next 45 minutes explaining to Jesper Bratts girlfriend all the ways in which an anonymous man had shown feelings for her.

“I mean, it really sounds like he likes you. you know how men are, maybe you should make the first move?” the blonde had replied.

“But there’s a lot at stake here… this guy is.. Well,”

“Standing over there?” Bratts girlfriend said, pointing to Nico Hischier. He looked gorgeous, and if Blake wasn’t so shocked that she had guessed correctly she probably would have melted to a puddle on the floor.

Blake fumbled with what to say, opening and closing her mouth pathetically as her gaze moved from Nico to the girl perched in front of her.

“You guys aren’t very subtle, Blake” she said, patting the girl on the shoulder before launching into strategies in which Blake could “get her man”.

After the talk and another drink, Blake was ready to pour out all of her feelings to Nico because when she really thought about it, could life get anymore awful? she was already never going to be able to figure skate again, and she and Nico weren’t talking… nothing could possibly be worse than this.

Wrong.

In the 35 minutes it took for Bratts girlfriend to convince Blake to confess her feelings to Nico, he had moved on. Like, literally moved on from the group of guys he was talking to and onto a far too attractive blonde.

Life was actually cruel.

Like they always do, Blake and Nico caught eyes, and before he could make a move to come talk to her she was pushing past people to get towards the exit. She’d text Jack that she left when she was far, far, away from this cursed event.

Blake had just taken off her heels and pulled the backs of her earrings off when loud knocks echoed off her front door.

“Jack, I literally told you I was going home. I’m fine!” she stressed, yanking open the door without really looking at who was standing outside.

“It’s not Jack,” Nico’s voice was soft. Blake paused where she was standing, slowly turning so that she was face to face with the man of the last few weeks… Nico.

He looked even better up close. His beard was shaven, tie a little loose. He was her weakness if that kind of thing even mattered anymore.

“Nico,” she had breathed out, like she hadn’t imagined a single possibility in which he could be standing right in front of her. The weeks had seemed that long. Like there was no possibility that he’d still be waiting for her.

“Blake,” he sighed, walking into the apartment and shutting the door softly behind him.

“I really like you, you know that right?” she admitted. “Like, every time I'm with you I feel so calm and yet so overwhelmed with the idea that you were made for me?”

Nico didn’t have a chance to react before Blake continued saying her thoughts out loud. “Whenever I'm near you I get butterflies and I've never felt that way about anyone before. You're, youre so different to anyone I've ever known. And I know that you're Jack's captain and that I'm his sister and that could make things really awkward for you but I really don't care! Because I like you and Jack’s just going to have to get over that when the time comes,”

“I bought your jersey! I don't even own my twins jersey!” she continued, pulling out her phone from her small shoulder bag. She flicked it open, pulling up her duolingo streak. “And Duolingo! I have Duolingo to try and learn Swiss German!”

“Nico, if you don't feel the same way that's fine. I'm so sorry for thinking there was something between us,” Blake began apologizing, dropping the phone to her side as she started to calm down from the shocks of the evening.

“I have a notes app filled with all of your favourite things,” he interrupted Blakes ramblings.

“When I'm missing you, I make two portions of my dinner and bring some over to you as an excuse to see you. When Jack told me I didn’t have to come over to visit with you anymore, I was upset. My first thought was that I really liked you and that I didn't want whatever we have going on to end,”

“you liked me?” Blake spoke, her timid voice breaking through Nico’s speech.

“I still like you,” he responded, and not a second later was Blake’s purse falling to the ground as her hands wound themselves around Nico’s neck.

He grabbed her by her waist, fingers dancing over the small of her back as he brought her into a passionate kiss.

By the time they realized what they were doing, Blake was backing Nico into her room. “Are you sure?” he whispered, breaking away from their heated make out session to rest his forehead against hers.

“I need you,” she was basically whimpering, but Nico paid that no attention as he slowly started sliding the straps of her dress down her shoulders.

“You're gorgeous,” he whispered, trailing kisses from her lips all the way down to her cleavage.

Blake moaned, gripping onto Nicos hair as the both of them sunk down onto her plush bed.

In the morning, Blake woke up to her and Nico cuddling. Blake ran her hands lightly through his hair, all of last night's events rushing back to her with pleasure.

Nico groaned when he finally came to, head moving against Blakes shoulder as he tried to shield himself from the light that was shining through her curtains. He placed a few soft kisses onto her shoulder before snuggling closer to her.

She set one of her legs over his, and then allowed him to pull her as close to him as possible.

They would discuss the nature of their relationship later. but now, all the two cared about was spending as much time with one another as possible before life got in the way. They went back to sleep peacefully, knowing that they don't have to pretend anymore.

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sturnioloblogs · 1 year ago

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Tipsy

Y/n x sturniolos

Summary: you are the sturniolos younger sister, they are very protective over you and one night you come home from a party thet they specifically told you not to go to, what will happen when they find you at the party a little tipsy? Are they mad?

Extras: In this you are 15 and your brothers are 20. You live in LA with them. Your best friends name is Lyla. Lyla’s older brother‘s name is Sam.

Warnings: being drunk? Underage drinking. Swearing/language. Arguing. And I think that’s it lmk if I forgot anything.

A/n: Re-blogs are appreciated!!! hiiii soooo this is my first ever story. I really hope you like it and leave requests💕 I also write stories on my phone, so I’m so sorry that I don’t have the word count!!

A/n: Not proof read!

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I had spent my whole day trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight. You may ask, what’s happening tonight? Well I got invited to this party by the popular boys that all the girls drool over.

Luckily my friend also got invited, so I wouldn’t be all alone not knowing anyone and being hella awkward.

I have been to only been to a few party’s before this, so I’m kinda knew to this. My brothers have always let me go somewhere as long as they have my location and they know who’s hosting, and how old the people are going to be.

I just have one problem. I’m 15 and the host are 17. And I haven’t even even told them I was going yet.

In my mind that’s not really a big deal and it isn’t! But to my brothers it’s like the world would end. And you might just say I could lie, and well I could. But let me just say I am horrible at lying.

When I lie I start to stutter over my words, and it’s really obvious, especially when you have 3 older brothers that are five years older than you AND very protective.

I was sitting on my bathroom counter doing my make up and getting ready for the party, while listening to White Girl, by Shy Glizzy my new favourite song at the moment.

I had this beautiful black dress on that hugged my curves, perfectly in all the right areas. My hair was perfectly curled and my make up was just the way I wanted it.

As I hopped of the counter to spray some perfume on, my older brother Nick walked into the washroom.

“Hey y/n do you have a- WHOA sis you look awsome where are you going?!” I spun my body around to see Nick standing at the doorway with an empty tube of toothpaste, i’m assuming that’s what he wanted. “Oh I was just getting ready for this party that I was wondering if I could go to? But don’t worry I was already planning to go with Lyla, so I won’t be alone” I looked at him with puppy dog eyes. I knew Nick wouldn’t be the problem at all but Matt and Chris would. ”Well you know that I’m gonna say yes but Matt and Chris probably have a different answer” He said rolling his eyes.

Nick was probably the most supportive brother I had. And probably the least protective, which I didn’t mind.

“Ugh I knowww can you please just help me try to convince them if they don’t let me?” I asked ”of corse that’s what I’m here for!” Nick said giggling.

I walked down the stairs, Nick, following close behind. I had my converse in one hand (I know those aren’t dress-up shoes, but I wear them with EVERYTHING) and my phone, and the other.

Chris and Matt were sitting at the table eating supper, it was already about 7:30 pm, and Lyla was picking me up at 7:45 so I had to leave soon.

As soon as they both laid eyes on me, their conversation immediately stopped. Chris spoke up first by saying “where the hell are you going?” “So I was just wondering if I could go to this party? I’m going with Lyla so I won’t be alone! Please?” I say, almost repeating the exact same thing I said to Nick earlier.

Matt and Chris both looked at each other with an annoyed face, almost like they both knew the answer, without even thinking. “Who’s going and how old is the host?” Matt asked picking up some more food off his plate.

Oh shit well I’m actually fucked. Like I said, I am 15 and the host are 17.

So I decide that I am going to try and lie my way out of this.

“The h-host I-is” I was unexpectedly cut off by Matt saying “cut the shit y/n don’t try and lie and just tell us the truth.” I swallowed dryly, and started talking again “okay well the host is 17, a-and you might think that is bad.. and well it might be, but the people with only be 15 or 16!” This time I turned around to look at Nick while giving him “please back me up” eyes. “No” Chris said in annoyed voice. “What?! No Chris please! I have been waiting so long to go J-just please!” “Y/n we said no! Now go to your room before you get grounded!” Matt said raising his voice.

Tears prickled, my waterline, as I brushed past Nick and stomped back up the stairs to my room. I slammed shut and flopped on my bed to call Lyla I was mad, they never let me do anything.

(On call with Lyla)

“God they never let me do anything!”

“Well did you try and lie? I know you’re not the best at lying, but did you at least try?”

“Yes of course I tried! And you know how it goes I just stutter and fuck everything up”

“Wait have you ever snuck out?”

“Lyla you want me to sneak out?”

“I mean it’s worth a shot! And if you do my brother can still pick you up in 10”

“Fuck it, see you in 10”

(After call)

I have never snuck out before, and I knew it was risky. But my window was the top floor. I know that my sound bad, but there was a shed right underneath that, I could easily jump onto and onto the ground to get out.

And with that, I quickly tied my shoes, grabbed my phone and hopped onto the roof.

Let’s just say it wasn’t as easy as I expected, as soon as I got to my roof, I tripped and scraped my knee along the rough shingles. Then when I tried to jump down onto the shed, I realized the kitchen window was right next to it. And all my three brothers were still sitting at the table. I knew I would have to be extra quiet getting down. Luckily, this wasn’t in broad daylight but I still could have got caught easily.

After about 10 minutes, I finally got down, and walked down the street only a few blocks, so, my brothers wouldn’t see Sam’s car.

As the car pulled up, I hopped in the back with Lyla.

“Hey girl!!” She said pulling me into a warm hug. “Hiiii” I said, chuckling at her sudden hug “oh hey sam thanks for driving me” I say smiling at him as he turns around to look at me “no problem” he replies with a warm smile.

Luckily, the party wasn’t too far away, so it wasn’t that long of drive. It was fun tho me and Lyla gossiping about boys, and the best part was me telling her how I actually managed to get out of my house, and almost dying on my way down.

We slowly made our way up the long driveway, revealing the huge house in front of us. It was white with a bunch of huge palm trees in the front. There was blasting music lights, and a lot of people. I was definitely intimidated. this was probably the biggest party I have ever went to.

“You ready?” Lyla asked me, making me forget all about being scared “yeah let’s do it!” I said.

We said bye to Sam and started walking up to the house. We recognized a bunch of the people, because they were mostly all from our high school. But there were definitely a couple older people that I did not know.

As soon as I stepped in the house, the smell of weed and alcohol filled my system, giving me not needed anxiety. I was already worried about sneaking out, and on top of that the party was huge.

A couple of hours went by since I got to the party. me and Lyla have been taking shots left right and centre and living our lives. At this point, the alcohol had almost taken over me and I loved it. I wouldn’t wanna say I was drunk, but I was definitely tipsy. “Heyyy Lyla I need to go take a piss I’ll be back” I said, chuckling at my choice of words, she just nodded to me and continued to move her hips to the beat of the music.

I pulled out my phone and began scrolling through messages, while still walking, definitely not paying attention to anything in front of me.

Then all of a sudden it felt like I hit a brick wall. I quickly mumbled a “sorry”. Before I could walk three steps a rough hand grabbed my wrist pulling me back. “What the f-!” I quickly shut myself up by looking up to see Matt glaring down at me. He didn’t even say a word before dragging me across the floor “Matt st-“ I tried to protest and pull back, but he only yelled at me and pulled me harder “shut the fuck up!!”

He was mad. Very mad.

How did he find me? Did I have my location on? Did they hear me talk to Lyla? Are Chris and Ni-

My thoughts were immediately cut off by Matt opening the door to the mini van and throwing me into the back. He locked the door and called someone.

A few minutes later, Chris and Nick come running out of the house looking so mad, this is probably the biggest trouble I have ever been in.

Chris opened the passenger door, and plopped himself in the seat while glaring holes thought my body. I felt the doors open again and now see Nick and Matt both get into the car.

I wasn’t really expecting Nick to be that mad, but boy was I wrong.

“What the fuck is wrong with you y/n?!!!” Nick said shouting at me, as I began to feel the car start to move. “We specifically told you not to go!! S-something could have happened!” Chris said adding on.

I didn’t say anything.

All I did was look at them with tears slowly streaming down my face. I was embarrassed. I shouldn’t have gone.

But I did and I can’t go back now.

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A/n Okay so if you guys want I can make a part 2? If you want me to add anything to part 2 definitely let me know!

But if you don’t wanna part 2 I won’t bother with making it.

Send other requests please!! re-blogs are appreciated

@sturniolos-blog here goes nothing😭😭

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starsurfacemortalkombat · 10 months ago

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Super fun idea (imo) - soft play! 🎠🪁Could you do MK1 Johnny Cage with a baby regressor (and toddler if that's fine) at one? Ty!

Hi!! Yes, I'm so sorry for how late this is!!! :(

This is a Johnny Cage w/ Babyspace Regressor pt 2, but the first for Toddlerspace Regressor!!

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Johnny Cage MK1 w/ Baby(pt 2)-Toddlerspace Regressor Hcs

⭐ He loves any and all regressors, but toddlers are his best fit!!! He’s really good with baby regressors too!!

⭐ We’ll focus on toddler regressor for a second:

⭐ Energetic toddlers that like to run around his house? My, my your energetic!! Thank goodness your Dada can keep up because he’s just that awesome! 😎

⭐ A crafty toddler? Amazing!! He loves crafty regressors, toddler or baby!!

⭐ Your making a mac and cheese picture? Wait a minute, is that his mac and cheese? Did you ask to use that? . . . Maybe he can let it go this one, his baby’s work looks so gorgeous!!

⭐ A sneaky toddler or baby? Now, now Mister/Missy, just don’t do anything too bad now!!

⭐ He finds it really funny when you try to sneakily grab an extra piece of candy, but your giggling a bit too loudly and he can obviously tell what your doing . . . But he won’t stop you . . Atleast this time

⭐ He’ll let you wear his sunglasses!! You can look just as awesome as your Dada!! 💪

⭐ Karaoke? Or regressors that like singing? Disney song night!!! He’ll even help you with the big kid words!

⭐ Now, some baby regressor focus!!

⭐ For crafty littler regressors, he’ll help guide your hand, or will happily accept a pretty scribbled picture!! He’ll even frame it after it’s happy time on the fridge!! :D

⭐ He’ll get you separate sunglasses, but the exact same as his

⭐ Not that he doesn’t trust you!! . . . But some babies chew . . And he likes his sunglasses, darling

⭐ Any kind of padding you need, he will never, ever, be mean to you about!!

⭐ In fact, I once said in my CG Johnny Cage w/ Padding Regressor Hcs that if you ever felt embarrassed about padding, he’d wear one with you just to show you that they’re not bad

⭐ ^ I stand by this Hc, he’s got the (loving) ego for it

⭐ Plus he��s your Dada!! He can’t have his baby feeling icky or embarrassed about something they shouldn’t be!! And he’ll do whatever he can to make sure your okay!!

⭐ Ugh, bottle-feeding 🥺

⭐ He loves bottle-feeding you, you on his lap, or your head on his lap, near naptime or just while watching a movie, his baby in his arms <3

⭐ Some general Baby/Toddler Hcs now:

⭐ He finds it really funny if you try to copy him

⭐ You flex in the mirror after he flexes? Now you two are giggling and flexing your muscles!! 💪

⭐ The only thing he doesn’t like is his own potty mouth, it’s not a bad habit, but sometimes some no-no words slip . . . Let’s not repeat Dada’s big kid no-no words, alright, Sweetheart?

⭐ He’ll buy you custom items!!

⭐ A plushie from a show you really like? He can get one exactly like it, he likes seeing you happy!

⭐ Custom-designed pacis or sippies/bottles too!! Whatever design or aesthetic - Whatever you want really! How can he say no to his baby’s happiness? He has the money 🥺

⭐ One of you two’s a cuddle bug, and it’s not always you

⭐ Johnny’s a MASSIVE cuddlebug, especially when you're small!! (although all the time really)

⭐ Sometimes Johnny fears that the Pappirazzi will find out about your regression, and he’s already made an entire plan in his head (especially one where they look bad)

⭐ ^ It would never come to this, he makes sure of it

⭐ Which is why he’ll take you out sometimes when your small!! Maybe a bit more for older kiddos or age dreamers, but a trip to McDonalds won’t hurt anyone

⭐ Restablishing, but his favorite activity with all regressors is

⭐ Have you seen his wardrobe? He’s got fashion (and costumes!!)

⭐ With baby regressors he’ll get soft onesies, or character onesies, and help you have a fashion show by carrying you on your make shift run way

⭐ Toddler regressors he’ll get some cute outfits, or costumes like his Indiana Jones one, and cheer as you put on a show for him and his stuffies (they all loved your rpeformance by the way!!)

⭐ Baby or toddler, he’ll try to always carry

⭐ Your his baby, he’s Johnny Cage, why would you need to walk or crawl when your Dada’s a big, strong, action movie star? 🥺

⭐ One of his little nicknames for you would be Superstar!! <3

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Sorry for the long no posting guys, I had a hard time writing for some reason these past few days. But don't worry!! I'll post more soon!! Finals schedule is coming up so I should be able to write some things during that time, hopefully. <3

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #mortal kombat agere #sfw agere #age regression headcanons #mk agere #mk1 #mk1 headcanons #mortal kombat 1 headcanons #mk1 johnny cage #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage mk1 #cg johnny cage #caregiver johnny cage #mk johnny cage #johnny cage mk

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cleverhottubmiracle · 5 days ago

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Hi, friends! It’s time for another edition of What I Wore Lately! This is a peek into my everyday style—what I wore, where I wore it, and how each outfit came together. Whether you’re looking for styling ideas or just love a little outfit inspiration, I hope this gives you some fresh ways to mix and match pieces in your own wardrobe. But first, the usual disclaimer: These are my real-life outfits, so you might see some repeats, and a few of the pieces are older and no longer available. I also know that when you add everything up, some of these outfits can get pricey. Over the years, I’ve invested in quality pieces that I truly love, and of course, I try to wear them as much as possible to maximize cost per wear. That said, I’ll link in-stock options and similar-for-less finds where I can! Real Outfits, Real Life: What I Actually Wore SIZING NOTES: I’m 5’5″ and I usually wear a small or medium in tops and dresses, a 29 or 30 in jeans and pants, and a size 8 shoe. Gifted items are indicated by c/o; everything else I purchased myself. This first look is from two weeks ago, and I wanted to take my new PAIGE Leenah Ankle jeans for a test drive to run some errands. I love how they pair with my adidas Spezials and the ivory sweater, but with the sweater untucked, the outfit felt a little shapeless. When I got downstairs, I tried a casual off-center front tuck, and I feel like this looks much better. It adds just enough definition at the waist and makes the look feel more intentional. Side note: I skipped a belt since I don’t have one I love for this outfit, and I feel like the relaxed vibe works without it. JK Cashmere Fisherman (budget option) // PAIGE Leenah Ankle (29) // adidas Handball Spezial (8) // Clare V. Midi Sac (left) // LV Neverfull MM (right) // similar gold hoops Since it was a chilly day, I threw on my new Aritzia The Super Puff₂o™ Mid in Modern Taupe. The color works perfectly with these neutrals, and the sporty feel matches the casual vibe. I had a couple of appointments with some downtime in between, so I swapped my crossbody for a tote that could hold my book and a few extras. Fun fact: This Louis Vuitton tote was my first luxury designer bag. I’ve had it for years, and I pulled it out of the back of my closet because the shades of brown work so well with this outfit. Aritzia The Super Puff₂o™ Mid in Modern Taupe (S) // JK Cashmere Fisherman (option) // PAIGE Leenah Ankle (29) // adidas Handball Spezial (8) // LV Neverfull MM // similar hoops The next day, I kept things casual again and wore this athleisure look to run some errands after a photo shoot. (And yes, my ankles were cold—I should have worn my duck boots.) Zella long puffer vest (S) // Zella Studio Luxe Performance Jacket (M) // Zella leggings (M) // On Cloud 5 running shoes (9) I changed for the afternoon when I got home, and I just pulled on this comfy sweater, jeans, and sneaker combo… I tried it first with the darker wash jeans, but for some reason, this color combination looks frumpy to me. (And yes, that is the correct link to the exact MOTHER Hustler Flood Fray jeans that I’m wearing on the left; they are darker than they appear on the website.) After a few hours, I went back upstairs to see how I felt about the same sweater and sneakers with my lighter wash jeans—a look I’ve worn many times already. Sure enough, I like this so much better! Why is that, I wonder??? Jenni Kayne Flynn in Shadow (S) // MOTHER Hustler Flood Fray in What’s Your Sign – left (29) // MOTHER Dazzler in Riding The Cliffside – right (29) // adidas Handball Spezial (8) Okay, moving on… this was a casual Saturday spent mostly at home. As I recall, Paul was sick and relegated to the guest room upstairs, and David had plans with friends, so I didn’t even bother to put on makeup. We were expecting a big snowstorm the next day, and it was already quite cold and damp outside, so I pulled on duck boots and a coat to run to the grocery store with the rest of humanity. I wanted to make sure we had some good game day snacks in case we got snowed in. Aritzia The Super Puff₂o™ Mid in Modern Taupe (S) // Evereve Zoey Rib Inset Hoodie (M) // MOTHER Dazzler (29) // Sorel Out-N-About IV Chillz (8.5) // Jenny Bird earrings By the next day, I was so ready to get dressed and made-up and go somewhere!!! Of course, we still had a lot of snow on the ground, and it was freeeezing, but happily, the roads were clear and my weekly women’s Bible Study did not get canceled. I decided it was too cold for jeans, so I wore my Athleta Altitude fleece lined pants (excluded from the 30% off promo, sadly) with a cozy sweater, sherpa-lined duck boots, and my warmest turtleneck sweater. I love the vest with this look, but I assumed it would be too bulky to wear under a coat, so I took it off when I left the house and wore this long sherpa coat instead. Evereve Cooper Quilted Vest – left (S) // old Vince sherpa coat – left // similar sweater // Athleta Altitude Fleece Lined High Rise Pant (M) // SOREL Out-N-About IV Chillz (8.5) // similar bag // Jenny Bird earrings I had a nail appointment the next day, and I wore the same pants, but this time with a wool/cashmere sweater hoodie and my quilted vest. (I was holding my “pedicure flip-flops“—which I eventually put in my tote bag.) Side note: This time, I did try to put a long quilted parka on top of the vest, and turns out, the vest is thin enough to fit comfortably under a coat. I had a photo shoot here at home the next day, and then I ran out to get my annual mammogram. Fun times! This was the last outfit we photographed, so I just kept it on and threw a coat on top when it was time to leave for the appointment. Aritzia The Super Puff₂o™ Mid in Modern Taupe (S) // Jojo Seamed Sweatshirt (M) // Paige Leenah Ankle (29) // Gola Torpedo (8.5) // similar bag // similar earrings When I got home, I changed into a warmer outfit—a cozy turtleneck, stretchy jeans, and UGG slippers. This turtleneck sweater is at least five years old—a Vince find from a major end-of-season sale at Saks OFF 5TH or Nordstrom Rack. I remember it well because my usual size small was sold out, but the deal was too good to pass up, so I grabbed the medium instead. That worked out in my favor, since it still fits! (I often need the medium in Vince sweaters these days.) I love the details—the ribbing at the neck, cuffs, and hem adds a little extra interest. Plus, it has that ideal relaxed-but-not-oversized fit, and it’s so warm. old Vince sweater (option) // MOTHER Weekender (29) (budget option) // UGG Dakota (8) // similar earrings I wasn’t really planning to go anywhere that night, but when Paul got home, he suggested we go out and grab a bite to eat, so I swapped my slippers for boots and threw on my taupe puffer coat. My black one would work too, of course, but I think the taupe with black trim makes a pleasing contrast against the black sweater. old Vince sweater (option) // MOTHER Weekender (29) (budget option) // Franco Sarto Vianca (8) (option) // similar earrings The next day, I ran to the mall to make a few returns, and I wore this light neutral look. This sweater is another oldie-but-goodie—this time from Naadam. I scored it during one of their Black Friday sales a few years ago, and it has made the cut year after year because it’s such a timeless classic. It’s also a very thick, dense cashmere knit, which is getting harder to find these days. Aritzia The Super Puff₂o™ Mid in Modern Taupe (S) // similar sweater // MOTHER Dazzler (29) // adidas Handball Spezial (8) // similar hoops One of my returns was an Aritzia puffer I ordered before I found the one I really wanted—The Super Puff₂o™ Mid in Modern Taupe. It was exchange-only, not refundable, and I also had an Aritzia gift card, so… I ended up coming home with The Super Puff Long. I’ve been considering a longer, warmer puffer for the coldest days—especially for outdoor walks. I love the oversized, sporty vibe that’s everywhere right now, and this one is exactly what I had in mind. The channel quilting, relaxed fit, and side vents give it that effortless, modern feel. Plus, I love the Aritzia StormSoft Cuffs with thumbholes—they really do help keep the warmth in and the cold out. As soon as I got home, I threw it on to walk the dog, and it totally delivered. I may not wear it a ton, but I know I’ll have it for many years. I also tried the The Supersnug Puff™ Long, which has a slightly more feminine fit and is gorgeous if you wear a lot of winter skirts and dresses. But The Super Puff Long felt more in line with the look I was going for. Sizing note: I went with a medium this time. I have I have The Super Puff₂o™ Mid in a small, and while it fits, I wanted to be sure to have plenty of layering room under this longer one. Aritzia The Super Puff™ Long – cliMATTE™ in Black (M) // SOREL Out-N-About IV Chillz (8.5) // similar hoops Alright! Let’s wrap this up! I wore this tried-and-true outfit to church on Sunday, and then out to lunch afterwards. Since I’ve photographed it before, I knew it would work. I could have worn black boots and belt and coat with this sweater and jeans, but I think the camel is a little more unexpected and fun. Also, notice my Eagles green… Go Birds! (I tried my best, but I couldn’t seem to find any similar sweaters to link, at least not in anything close to this color.) FYI, if you’re looking for a good budget-alternative to my MOTHER Weekenders in Wanted!, I’ve had a few people tell me these grey skinny flares from WHBM are a great pair of jeans with a very similar look. They also come in short and long lengths. J.Crew Daphne in Hthr Camel (6) // Vince Raglan Turtleneck in Sea Onyx (M) // MOTHER Weekender in Wanted! (29) (budget option) // Veronica Beard Lisa in Hazelwood (8) (spend option / save option) // similar belt // similar gold hoops I had a workout appointment on Monday, and I just stayed in my workout clothes for the rest of the day. Side note: These Brooks Ghost Weatherized sneakers are perfect for outdoor winter workouts! They’re designed to be breathable while still providing warmth for cold-weather runs, and the water-resistant finish helps keep out snow and rain. Athleta Altitude Fleece Lined Jacket (S) // Momentum Seamless Top (M) // Salutation Leggings (M) // Brooks Ghost Weatherized (9) // Jenny Bird earrings Then yesterday, I pulled this outfit together for Bible Study. I had just talked about these jeans and this sweater in Monday’s Try-On Haul, so they were top of mind when I went to get dressed—and they ended up pairing really well! For footwear, I first tried dark brown Chelsea boots (with a coordinating belt), but the heel wasn’t quite high enough for the length of these jeans. (That’s probably why I haven’t worn them much—I haven’t been able to wear high heels since I took that terrible fall last March.) So, I went back to my closet and grabbed these 3″ heels from last year. I wasn’t sure my feet would be able to handle them, but they did! I also swapped in a matching belt for a more cohesive look. Style tip: I like to have a belt to coordinate with each color shoe in my closet—it makes outfit styling so much easier! Equipment Madalene (S) // MOTHER The Hustler Roller Skimp (budget option) (29) // Veronica Beard Lada in Espresso – left (8.5) // Vince Hillside – right (8) // brown belt in dark brown – left (M) (option) // similar belt – right // similar gold hoops // Marlyn Schiff gold plated pyrite coin charm necklace & gold adjustable pull-chain necklace I added my camel coat and a black scarf to finish the look. The black feels a little heavy against the rest of the outfit, but it seemed like the best option from what I have. Plus, I really needed a scarf since the V-neck coat and sweater left my neck and chest exposed to the elements. J.Crew Daphne in Hthr Camel (6) // black scarf // MOTHER The Hustler Roller Skimp (option) (29) // Vince Hillside (8) // similar hoops // LV Neverfull MM One morning in 3″ heels was all my feet could take, so I changed into comfy clothes for the rest of the afternoon. Gap Factory Relaxed Fleece Half-Zip Sweatshirt (M) // old Athleta yoga pants // On Cloud 5 Running Shoe (9) And that’s a wrap! Hopefully, this gives you some styling inspiration or ideas for mixing pieces in your own wardrobe. Let me know which look was your favorite! Stay In Touch If you liked this post, be sure you’re signed up for my email newsletter. In addition to my most recent blog posts, you’ll receive exclusive newsletter content like special sales, my newest favorite finds, and an occasional peek behind the scenes — all delivered right to your inbox. I would also love for you to join my JLS Fashion Insiders Facebook Group! This is a friendly place to discuss all matters of fashion and style with other women, share your outfits, get advice, and stay up to date on all the happenings in our community. Source link

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𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 ☾ 𝔴. 𝔪𝔞𝔵𝔦𝔪𝔬𝔣𝔣

pairing ❦ dark!SW!Wanda x female stockholm!reader

summary ❦ it took your time in Westview to realize you didn't know how to live without Wanda Maximoff; luckily she welcomed you home with open arms

warnings ❦ smut, 18+ only content; fingering, possessive marking, innocence kink, manipulation, mind reading, magical restraints (arms only), humiliation, shameless overstimming, calling Wanda mommy, reader clearly has stockholm and Wanda does not care, probably missing something tbh

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a/n ❦ here's the first kinktober fic! the request was for dom!Wanda; I made it SW Wanda with a mommy kink to fit the week one theme so.. here we are

kinktober masterlist.

“We shouldn’t-”

You were going to. When Wanda wanted something, she got it, especially from you. Way before she started asking, you were completing favors; Natasha used to tease you for being at the new girl’s beck and call, but you didn’t see the harm in it. She’d been through so much, seemed to constantly be mourning some personal tragedy, and you wanted to help. On some level, you always loved her.

Wanda only hummed, lowering herself down closer to where she’d trapped you atop the mattress she’d recently convinced you to share with her. It was easy enough; she knew you hated sleeping without her, since she’d gone, you’d been alone. That was her fault, she never should’ve left you in Westview. Poor thing, always so lost without her. “Shouldn’t doesn’t mean you don’t want to.”

She was directly in your ear, honey sweet voice luring you deeper into her carefully crafted web. Wanda loves you, she wouldn’t hurt you. She’s just.. not herself right now. It repeated like a mantra in your head, willing yourself to remember even as this new side of Wanda begged you to try and run.

“Well I..” You couldn’t say it; just the thought of the falsehood was bitter on your tongue. Wanda’s touch was soft, but insistent, gentle fingers smoothing down your thighs only to rake sharp nails back up, never breaking skin, only a reminder that she could. There was never a time where you’d forgotten how powerful she was, not a day you’d underestimated her, but where before it’d been out of the question, now Wanda would exact that power how she saw fit.

As you hesitated, Wanda continued on unbothered, dim red wisps covering the lace underwear until they were gone completely. She’d given them to you to wear earlier and like the obedient thing you were, you complied. The moment her fingertips brushed over your mound, you shuddered, legs falling apart for her instinctively just like they had since the very first time.

“Tell me you don’t want it, that you didn’t seek me out hoping you’d find me and we could live happily ever after like you always wanted…” It was a few days ago you’d shown up on her doorstep; she’d sensed you at the edge of her barrier, wandering around lost amongst her apple trees. She’d let her house appear after confirming you’d come by yourself and for a while, it was normal.

Wanda looked herself, with the same kind eyes and warm reassurances you’d fallen in love with years ago, before Westview, before Thanos. Even now in this new outfit, crowding you in so closely you could feel her hot breath on your neck, something about it all rang of familiarity.. to trust her just as you always had. Wanda shifted her stance, letting her knees take her weight before positioning your thighs on hers, hands free to press a darkened finger over your lips the second you opened your mouth to speak. “Don’t lie to me, I’ll look in that pretty little head of yours.”

“I- I don’t…” Having feelings for another person as a civilian was hard; having them as an Avenger was a heavy risk. Especially when the one you were crushing on was your teammate. She always seemed just out of reach, no matter how much you felt for her, something was always in the way. Another threat, another death, always some outside force keeping the truth from coming to light. You knew you wanted her, forever hoping Wanda not only wanted you right back, but would make any kind of first move you’d been too scared to.

In Westview both of you were at peace, basking in the domestic life you weren’t ever afforded the luxury of having. It sounded terrible, but some days you wished Wanda wouldn’t have let the Hex go; you were together, carefree, and willing to neglect the horror of Wanda’s nightmares, the glitches in your cozy town… all of it, if you could only keep her smiling and happy.

But nothing lasts forever, not even for the most powerful witch in the universe. It was devastating enough your paradise was shattered, but after years of teamwork, friendship, and whispered confessions, Wanda abandoned you without a word. You'd been inconsolable until weeks later when you spotted her amongst far off trees and despite all previous warnings, you ran to her.

My little lamb, she’d called you, holding you tight while you wept. It felt like days you stood there, but somehow she’d gotten you inside, ever patient as you clung to her side, following her around in case you blinked and she disappeared. At first Wanda was afraid you’d come to keep tabs on her, but it didn’t take long to realize you were here because you needed to. Maybe you’d become too dependent on her; she didn’t care. It was the opposite of a problem for her- and it wasn’t the first time the idea crossed her mind.

You and Wanda shared so many secrets, she knew you inside and out without needing to read your mind anymore— it didn’t stop her from wanting to. “I’ve always loved how innocent you were, sweet pea…” A single digit pressed into your waiting entrance, slow and steady, Wanda watching all the while as you eagerly took her in.

“Don’t say that,” Wanda was well aware how much you hated being reminded of how little you’d done. Each time she did, you wished harder that she’d just show you herself. Years ago you’d told her of your inexperience, how your tumultuous upbringing meant relationships had been shoved aside; the day you admitted you’d only have a few fumbling drunk encounters, nothing satisfying or memorable, Wanda knew she should be your first.

Fear of rejection or you pulling away kept her from trying, but now she could have you however she needed. After all she’d put you though, you still willingly came to her and that was all the confirmation she needed. It felt right and with nothing stopping her, why not indulge her perfect girl?

You’d trusted Wanda under the guise she’d never manipulate it against you like she was doing now, bending your words and testing your willpower until it would be insane not to agree with her. You should be outraged; you weren’t. You were impossibly wet from so little touch, soft and smooth and already raising your hips for more. “Wanda…”

“How am I supposed to believe you don’t know anything when you’re soaking my fingers as soon as I put my hands on you?” A chorus of whines was all Wanda got in response, your mouth not letting you betray the times you’d used your rare moments of privacy to stuff yourself full of your own fingers, painstakingly trying to reach a high you yearned for from Wanda instead. “Aw, you thought of me?”

Scared eyes snapped straight to the redhead’s, tears pricking at your eyes from both embarrassment and the struggle not to cum so quickly; with such precise curling hitting a spot you’d never known existed, each second felt more like a losing battle. Before you could tell whenever she was in your head, now you didn’t feel a thing, but there was no way you could focus hard enough to shield your train of thought. “I didn’t lie, you said you wouldn’t…”

“Oh I never said that,” She surprised you with deeper thrusts, catching you off guard and hurtling you over that first edge. Wanda fucked you through it, oh so satisfied with herself as your back arched and your fingers fisted the sheets she put on the bed just for you. As you forced your heavy lids to open, you caught Wanda bending over once more and the closer her lips got, the harder it was not to surge forward and kiss her. “Your head is such a fun place to be, practically welcomed me in with how often I’m on your mind. Just begging me to stop asking you questions and fuck you, to please, please kiss you this time when I make you cum…”

Wanda pushed another finger beside the other, stretching you open exactly how you’d dreamt she would for so long. She twisted them and you jumped, thighs twitching at every new angle. Similar to Westview, you should be terrified; you’d been bent to her will, seen her nightmares just like every other resident, but you weren’t then and now, with free will all you yearned for was more of this attention, for another orgasm— more of her. “You really want me to control you? Haven’t you heard how dangerous I am now?”

Of course you’d heard, it’d been drilled into you day and night after she’d gone, but nothing stuck. Everyone warned you away, begged you not to go after Wanda, to mourn your friend, appreciate your freedom and move on, but you couldn’t without her. No one else managed to find her, but she’d let you and nothing would ever come between the two of you again. “Aren’t you supposed to be afraid of mean witches like me? I could snap you in half before you blink.”

“Wanda!” Her thumb brushed your clit, sending shocks of tingling pleasure through your system so suddenly you didn’t realize your hands were holding her wrist in place until your own slick dripped onto your skin. She let you fuck into your joined hands, giving in only slightly to press your lips together, rubbing over your swollen bud and forcing your jaw to go slack.

Her tongue ran over your plump bottom lip as you worked to get yourself off, biting down until you both tasted sharp copper. “Ow! Please, I-!”

Wanda licked the wound as you cried out, delighting in your protests because even though you whimpered, your walls clenched desperately around fingers, sucking her in ever deeper. No, you weren’t scared of the Scarlet Witch in the slightest; you didn’t know why, but she made you more turned on than ever. “I already know what you want. I just need to hear you say it.”

The edge to her was clear as day even in your hazy mind, instability swirling behind intense green eyes. She’d have you even if you denied it; Wanda was long done answering to anyone else. You’d only have a tougher time of it if you didn’t come clean, but she’d enjoy herself either way. “You want to keep me happy, see me smile again like before? Tell me the truth.”

Your secrets were no longer yours, she’d read every single thought that passed you by if she had to— your stubbornness hurt yourself more than anything. “I want you. Mommy, please-”

As soon as the words left your lips you were mortified, hands falling from her arm as you tried backing away; Wanda was quicker. She overtook you in an instant, invisible force pinning your arms above your head, prone and exposed to her downright predatory grin.

“Mommy? Now where did an innocent thing like you learn that?” Wanda’s free hand stroked your face, hot with embarrassment as you made eye contact with anything that wasn’t the woman above you. The slap echoed louder than your surprised yelp, near painful grip forcing your head to face her and digging into your now stinging red cheek. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

That lingering danger was surface level now, posture stiff, nails scratching at your clammy skin as she stared straight through you. This Wanda you were more scared of. A mumbled apology brought her smile back, Wanda leaving your poor jaw alone to brush the stray hairs from your face while she started fingering you again, third finger added without warning. Her pace was a punishment, brutal and unforgiving, but between your arms rendered useless and your legs spread around her hips… all you could do was take it and you loved every second of it.

“There you go, isn’t this better?” Wanda was happier the longer she watched you submit, fight and hesitation leaving your body with every push, every warm kiss upon your skin. “Don’t make me be hard on such an innocent thing like you, it isn’t fair.” When she left Westview, she missed you immediately, her main regret not taking the one person she loved who would survive outside her Hex. You needed her guidance as much as she needed your understanding; Wanda hoped every day you’d come back to her and now that you had, she’d kill anything that threatened to take you away.

Sharp teeth scraped along your collarbone, just enough to leave reminders she’d been here, that she’d finally had you. When she bit at the hollow of your throat, insistent and possessive, you knew it’d be a mark you didn’t have a hope to hide. You couldn’t take it, not when you felt every push and pull of her fingers, every curl of her lips on your chest. When you mewled pitifully, Wanda kissed a trail up your sternum, meeting your needy pout with a mocking pity. “What is it, baby? You want mommy to make you cum again?”

Your nod came without a second thought, uninhibited now in your quest for just one more blissful moment. “Yes yes, please.. I need it..” The second orgasm came as a welcome relief, shameless now in riding each wave out on your new lover’s fingers. Words were leaving Wanda’s mouth, but you could only feel the faintest hum of them behind your ear, your own gasps muffling her murmured sentences.

It was only when she found your red lips once more, sighing and moving to readjust your legs, that you realized Wanda wasn’t letting up. You were achingly sensitive after two times, thighs twitching and trying to close, to escape the too good feeling swarming your brain— but Wanda was stronger. “Wanda, I can’t-”

“Shhh, you will. What happened to mommy?” Wanda would keep you so content if you let her. She didn’t have to wait for your permission, could’ve put you under her spell the moment she saw you wandering, but she needed to know you wanted to stay. You needed her to take you and shelter you away from the rest of the world. “I’ll give you anything you want, little lamb. Just promise me one thing.”

It was oh so much sweeter to watch you shake and quiver with the knowledge you longed to be her with her, taking all you could handle and more. Your pathetic whimper nearly broke her heart, seeing you strain against your bonds all just to try and be closer to her. Wanda heard you yelling you’d agree to anything, thoughts loudest they’d been all night; she couldn’t wait to get used to this. “You’ll stay right here and be my good little girl forever. You won’t have to worry about a single thing ever again, doesn’t that sound nice?”

It shouldn’t have excited you, not while her fingers were fucking you too hard, too deep, or how selfishly she hiked your hips higher on her lap just to watch your abused cunt drip and spasm under her unwavering stare. But it did. You didn’t want to hide it either, not from her. Not anymore. “I promise, I’ll stay…”

“That’s my good girl.” You thought Wanda would stop, pull away and let you free, but she’d been serious about seeing you cum just one more time. You writhed as much as your tied position would allow, twisting and crying out for Wanda with your hoarse, overdrawn voice. She curled her fingers once more in time with devious pressure on your clit and you broke, a scream you realized too late was your own filled the bedroom, and if the tingling numbness in your limbs were any indication, you were well and truly spent.

Only after your eyes refocused and caught Wanda licking her fingers clean did you notice the wetness still between your legs, sliding down the curve of your ass and definitely soaking the sheets. You wanted to be ashamed, but you couldn’t find it within yourself when the redhead was looking your way with such adoration. If this is what it took to be hers, you’d give it a thousand times over.

Wanda released you finally, guiding your arms down to your sides with gentle care. She backed away to let your legs rest as well, massaging your legs as they now lay limp on either side of her. You were still so sore and red, terribly messy but clearly you didn’t have a shred of energy to clean yourself off. Wanda bent at the waist again, nuzzled her face into your lower belly so lovingly. Exhaustion hit you like a freight train, your tired body like lead where you lay; there was no doubt you could fall asleep here, safe and spent under Wanda’s careful protection— but her lips grazing your folds set your frayed nerves alight all over again. “‘m tired…”

“I know, you did so well,” She was being selfish, she knew, but she’d earned the right to be so, especially when one more peek into your sleepy brain revealed more naughty thoughts swirling anew. “Poor little one, let mommy make it all better.”

#ngl I got a little burnt out editing this so if you see typos... no you don't #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #sw!wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel imagine #motts writes.#maximotts

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remcycl333 · 2 years ago

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What does Kim Velez say about inner conversations in the video? What made it easy for you to manifest in this video? My English is so bad that I want to watch the video but I don't understand anything. Could you briefly summarize what Kim Velez said? If you don't mind, could you summarize the Dylan James video please?

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hi! i'd be happy to do that for you :)

disclaimer: it's been a while since i've watched these videos so this is just a summary of the things that i took from them and got results from and use to this day!

this is the Kim Velez video that really helped me for anyone who wants to watch it (it starts at 3:20 lol). it helped me specifically with manifesting a specific person, but you can apply this to any of your desires. at the time i was watching Sammy Ingram and had the belief that i had to repeat the same exact affirmation over and over again every second of the day (example: my SP is constantly texting me). i would monotonously repeat the same affirmation all day long and had the limiting belief that you could only manifest if you use the same exact wording every time. this is NOT TRUE! but Sammy had instilled this limiting belief in my mind at the time. in this video by Kim, she talks about how saying affirmations all day long with the intent to create something and bring it into your 3D is not sustainable. part of the reason is because you're not fully living in the end. you're saying affirmations obsessively in order to get something instead of accepting the fact that it's already yours and creation is already finished.

[disclaimer: if repeating the same exact affirmations all day long works for you, continue doing this. but if you feel like this isn't working for you because you feel like you're obsessively saying affirmations in order to get something and you would like to change that, maybe this will help you. in the video, Kim points out that those types of affirmations work and will still get you what you want, but she suggests that you test out inner conversations and choose for yourself which feels better]

this is where the inner conversations come in. inner conversations are how you are talking to yourself in your mind throughout the day. it's your inner monologue. you want to manufacture inner conversations that you would naturally have if you already had your desire.

for instance, whenever i was manifesting my SP, this is an example of one of the conversations i would create in my mind:

"i love my SP so much, he is the best boyfriend i could ever have asked for. he is just so loving and attentive and perfect. i seriously can't wait to see him tomorrow. we're gonna have so much fun! we're gonna go on a cute little date and have a picnic! omg, i wonder what i should wear? maybe i'll wear my pink skirt..." and then i'd go on to plan my outfit and think about things that would happen on the date.

this literally helped me so much. i know it sounds kinda silly to plan an outfit in your head lol, but i remembered the inner conversations i would have when i was dating someone in the past and tried to recreate those. you don't have to plan an outfit or date if that doesn’t feel natural to you. that’s just what i did.

here is a transcript of what Kim Velez’s example of an inner conversation is in her video:

“oh my god I’m in the best relationship of my life. I am so fucking amazing, I love the way this person loves me. I feel so loved and supported and valued and I am the fucking best. man it feels so good, no one can compare to me. I am such an amazing partner, my person appreciates me so fucking much. it is just so magnificent waking up to this person every day. i literally have the life that i fucking dreamed of.”

obviously Kim’s version is a lot more mature sounding than mine lol cuz i have the inner monologue of a young Gen Z girl. but that’s what i mean! don’t just repeat mine or Kim’s inner conversations in your mind, craft them to sound like thoughts/conversations you would naturally have! if you want you can write down a little script in your notes app or in a journal to give you an idea of what to say. but don’t repeat it monotonously every time, you can add random details every time.

obviously this takes a little more focus than just repeating the same exact affirmations over and over again, so i would do this while doing mindless activities such as dishes, cleaning, laundry, working out, showering, etc.

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now for the summary of the Dylan James videos. I won’t link a specific one because this is what I learned from watching multiple videos of his. but Dylan really emphasizes the idea of it is done. what he recommends is when your desire pops into your mind to simply say “it is done” and force yourself to think about something else. this idea was kinda shocking to me at first because--like i said before--i had the limiting belief of having to repeat affirmations all day long. but i tried it out and it got me results SO. FAST.

basically the idea behind this is that you’re subconscious mind already knows what you want. you don’t have to keep telling it, it knows. declaring that you have something once is enough for it to manifest.

this is an analogy that has been used so many times but i love it so much. think of your affirmations as a seed. you declare “i have my desire.” that is you planting the seed. you have to trust that the seed will grow into a flower. in real life, if you plant a seed, it will not grow if you keep digging it up and making sure that it’s there and that the stuff you are doing to help it grow is working. manifesting is the same. if you keep thinking “it is working? is it coming soon? is it here yet?” you will be putting focus on the fact that it’s not here yet, instead of the fact that it is done and finished.

another thing Dylan emphasizes in his video is Trust. you have to trust that your manifestation is coming. you have to trust your subconscious mind, trust the process. you can’t keep obsessively worrying about it and whether or not it will happen/manifest. you have to trust that it’s done.

in his videos, Dylan encourages people to distract themselves throughout the day and to not think about your desire. like i said earlier, if you find yourself thinking about your desire, stop yourself and say “it’s done. it is so done I don’t even have to think about it” and force yourself to think about something else.

what i think is really helpful about this technique is that if you don’t think about your desire at all, then you don’t think negative thoughts about it. also by trusting the law and yourself so much that you can’t even be bothered to think about it is like a serious confidence and self-concept boost i swear. this is how i manifest most things because it literally works so fast for me. like within a day.

These two different “techniques” (for the lack of a better word), inner conversations and distracting yourself, can either be used together or separately. if you just want to do inner conversations, you can. if you want to do inner conversations during mindless activities and distract yourself and say “it is done” for the rest of the day, you can. or if you just want to throw yourself completely into never thinking about your desire anymore like Dylan James suggests you can do that.

or you can do none of these things! these are just the things that finally helped me to start manifesting consistently and gave me a huge breakthrough last year. if they resonate with you, great! if they don’t, you don’t have to do them. whatever feels natural and right to you :)

i’m sorry for the super long response LOL i didn’t expect to write this much. but i really hope this helps and makes sense! feel free to ask any further questions you may have :) !

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peachsayshi · 2 years ago

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Chapter 22 - Halloween (I)

Summary: Satoru tells you the truth.

A/N: (18+ / minors and ageless blogs dni) So, clearly I update fics by taking forever to write them and then posting a bunch at one time. This was initially supposed to be one chapter but it was getting to long so I split it into two. There are only eight chapters left to this story which is so crazy to me! Thank you so much everyone for the support xo I hope you guys enjoy this update!

(Three Years Ago - Halloween)

Satoru is running late.

Two and half hours late to be exact.

He promised you that he would go all out with a costume for Rina’s party, but now finds himself expecting a long, drawn out lecture because he failed to keep his word.

He really did have every intention on surprising you tonight, but didn’t have the time to make it back to his apartment and change into his vampire attire as planned.

He spent all month searching for the right pieces of clothing to match his outfit. He found a fitted black shirt with pants to accent the intricately embroidered vest that he splurged way too much money on. He wanted to dramatically model the extravagant cape with the silky red fabric underneath, and flash a toothy grin to show off his set of fake fangs. He even reached out to Utahime in the hopes that she would help with his hair and make up, and she agreed only after he mercilessly teased her into submission.

He was supposed to slick back his silver locks, powder his face whiter than the natural color that he was blessed with, and shade the bags underneath his eyes with a deep purple to make him look as lifeless as possible. Instead, he combed through his hair with his fingers, feeling the strands flop over his face as he replaced his blindfold with his sunglasses.

A part of himself wanted to impress you with the look he worked hard on putting together, but the other half just wanted you to be happy since you practically begged him not to flake out on tonight’s occasion when you called yesterday.

“Rina and I are pairing our costumes, but nobody likes to dress up anymore. I don’t want us to be the only ones putting in all the effort…”

“It’s Halloween, of course people will dress up!” Satoru answered back nonchalantly. “You don’t have to keep asking me. I told you I would, right?”

You sighed, “Yeah, you’re right. I just can’t expect everyone else to do the same. This is my favorite time of the year but it’s so childish to even ask people to participate in this stuff…”

“Who the hell told you that?” Satoru scoffed with disbelief, his fingers gripping around his phone hearing the hurt in your tone.

“It was just something Haru mentioned when I asked him what he planned on wearing. I guess he’s right, who cares about silly costume parties anyway…”

Satoru knew that you were just repeating Haru’s pitiful comments which only made him huff with disappointment. He tried not to dwell on the fact that you’ve been acting odd recently, but his gut told him that it had something to do with the sudden tension surrounding your relationship.

He wondered if your boyfriend finally found the courage to confess to his infidelity after he asked Satoru not to let his secret slip.

Considering how much you adored Haru, Satoru wouldn’t be surprised if you had forgiven him on the spot.

However, if Haru had actually admitted to cheating on you, and you had decided to forgive him as Satoru theorized...then why did it suddenly seem like you’ve been thrown off balance?

He tried to pry into the subject but you have been maintaining a barrier on discussing anything serious surrounding your personal life. This tied in with your sudden short tempers, and your friend found himself walking around egg shells in the hopes that you wouldn’t pick a petty argument with him over the tiniest things.

You always apologized afterward, blaming your annoyance on your lack of sleep or that there’s been a lot on your mind recently.

Excuses, excuses, excuses…

Satoru knew what the answer to the problem was but your friend just couldn’t bring himself to confront you about what was really going on.

He wasn’t hiding from the truth because he was loyal about keeping any promises to your boyfriend, but he found himself trapped in a situation that he didn’t particularly enjoy.

If Haru did tell you the truth, then Satoru would not be able to handle any of your lame reasons about why you agreed to take him back.

Your friend cared about you in a way that was beyond his own comprehension, and understood that this would be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

He didn’t want to have to break the dam and unveil all of his true feelings about Haru, while risking your friendship as a result.

On the other hand, if it turned out that Haru was still lying to you then Satoru would have no other choice but to tell you the truth.

He had plenty of opportunities to do so before, but whenever your face lit up at the mention of Haru’s name it became reason enough for him to bury the secret deeper inside.

He wasn’t going to take away your happiness, and refused to be the reason behind your heartbreak.

By the time the sorcerer approached Rina’s front door his stomach had already twisted itself into more knots than he could count.

From behind the frame he could hear the low thump of the bass bursting through the speakers, the sound of happy drunks singing along to the music playing, and the muffled conversations coming through the melodic tunes.

He pressed his forehead against the door and exhaled before finding the courage to ball his hand into a fist and knock.

The door swung open and Rina stood before him in a fiery costume. She was wearing a short crimson wig, decorated with a pair of devil horns that matched her fitted full length dress while holding a toy trident in one hand.

A teasing glint twinkled in her eyes when she met Gojo’s gaze.

“No costume, no entry” she joked with a quirked brow, as she dramatically pointed at his casual clothes with her trident.

Satoru pouted, tilting his head slightly as he looked down at her, “can’t you tell that I am an international super model?”

Rina scoffed, “that’s what you’re going with?”

Satoru lowered his shades, before delivering a smoldering squint to show off his best pose.

“Satoru Gojo! The face that makes millions!” he boomed in a dramatic voice, mimicing the tone of advertisers before finishing his statement off with a wink. “Is that convincing enough?”

Rina held back a smile before stepping aside. “Not to me but I’m pretty sure everyone else will believe it.”

Satoru passed through the threshold, his tall frame obvious among the sea of strangers as he towered over every single person in the room.

Rina cocked her head to the right, “she’s inside dancing with my sister.”

Satoru ignored the way his heart thumped, his eyes quickly scanning the room until his gaze laid upon you and he parted his lips in surprise.

You were wearing a glittered white dress, the thick straps were snug around your shoulders and the semi-sweetheart plunge revealed a subtle hint of cleavage. His eyes lowered, taking in how the fabric wrapped around waist until it flared out to reveal your legs underneath. Fluffy white wings fluttered as you danced, and you were barely able to stand straight holding onto your partner as you tried to keep your balance on your high wedged heels.

When you finally looked over to Satoru, he felt his cheeks heat up instantly as your tinted lips spread into a warm smile.

He cleared his throat, lifting his hand to salute a wave while trying to brush off the rush of emotions that ran through him.

You whispered something into the girl’s ear, then carefully stumbled your way over towards him.

“Satoruuuu!”

“Hey, you-ugh!...”

Satoru groaned, stepping one foot back as he tried to catch the weight of your body in his arms when you fell into his chest for a hug.

“You caaame!” you replied with enthusiasm, before pushing him away and furrowing your brows as you took a moment to judge his outfit.

“You didn’t dress up?” you questioned with sad doe eyes, which only made the warmth spread from his cheeks down to his neck.

“Work ran late,” he confessed with an apologetic smile, “but I really did have a costume planned-”

You scoffed as you let out a short laugh, waving your arm in his face to brush off his words.

“Ohhh, it doesn’t matter.” you slurred, ”you’re here and we are going to have sooo much fun, right?”

The smile falls on Satoru’s face, his lips forming into a straight line and his fingers hold both your elbows as he steadies you in place.

“How much did you have to drink?” he asks in a low voice.

“Don’t be a bore…” you grumble, lifting your index finger to poke his chest.

Satoru arched one eyebrow in response, unamused by your pathetic jab at his concern over you.

Upon seeing the disapproval on his face you sigh before reaching for the collar of his jacket, and gently squeeze your grip around the fabric.

“Relax! I’m fine! I promise!” you reassured with another grin.

“She’s more than fine,” Rina interrupts, and Satoru notices your best friend loop her arm around your waist to hug you from behind. “...now you can either join us in our dance or strike a few poses on your own!”

Satoru releases you from his grip and you giggle before tumbling backwards to follow Rina’s footsteps. Within minutes you were back to shaking your hips and running your fingers through your hair, singing along to every song without a single care in the world

Satoru made his way over to the kitchen, where he rummaged through the fridge to pull out a bottle of sparkling water. He tried to ignore the mild annoyance he felt by having his concern overlooked.

Regardless of what others believe, he knew you better than anybody else which is why he could see right through you.

***

Satoru stood in the corner of the room pretending like he was invested in the conversation with one of Rina’s old high school friends. She went on about her current experiences working as a flight attendant, going into great detail about all the different places that she traveled to. He could tell that she was trying really hard to impress him but he was busy getting distracted whenever he shifted his attention to you.

Your arms were around Rina’s neck, the two of you swaying while murmuring a secret conversation in between your dance. The sorcerer's back stiffened when you brought your drink to your lips, taking another sip as you finally finished off the beverage.

Satoru merely let a few “uh-huh’s” slip to keep the conversation rolling, but the minute he watched you head towards the kitchen is when he found an excuse to cut the topic short and follow your footsteps.

You were reaching for the bottle when you felt slender fingers circle over your hand.

“How about we have some water instead?” Satoru questioned kindly, lowering your wrist down before you could even fill up your cup.

You spun on your heel, your senses gravely lagging as he easily managed to remove the empty cup from your grasp and replace it with a water bottle instead.

“Fine,” you nodded in defeat before twisting the cap open, “...but only if it’ll make you stop starin’ at me all night.”

“I’m not staring,” he denied.

You scoff, rocking slightly from side to side as you chug down the water.

Satoru winced at your discomfort watching you swallow the beverage.

“You definitely are staring...” you groan with disgust, scrunching up your face as you tried to shake off the queasy sensation that suddenly washed over you.

“Well, it’s not every day you decide to drown yourself in alcohol.”

“Its a paarty, Satoruuuu...” you tease again, before leaning back against the counter and folding your arms across your chest. “I’m supposed to be having fun.”

Your friend merely hums.

“Well then, how about we sit somewhere and catch yourselves before our next round?”

“Our next round? You plan on drinking with me tonight, International Supermodel?”

“That’s Mr. International Supermodel to you, and absolutely not.”

You shrug your shoulders as you try to move past him but you were quickly blocked by the length of his torso.

“Just for a little bit, please?” he playfully coaxes, “All of this is kind of stimulating for me and I didn’t even get a proper hello from you…”

“Satoru…”

“What if I promise you a dance afterwards?”

That made your eyes light up immediately and you reached your hand forward to extend one of your digits in his direction.

“One whole dance to whatever song I choose. Pinky promise?”

Satoru chuckles to himself, watching you struggle to hook your finger around his.

“Promise.”

His hand finds the small of your back and he quietly guides you away from the stuffy crowd as he makes his way towards Rina’s bedroom.

He could see the many eyes studying you both closely, but tried not dwell on how suspicious this might appear to them.

A heavy silence took over when Satoru shut the door behind him. He watched you saunter towards the bed, plopping your entire body weight onto the mattress before releasing a sigh as you welcomed the quiet with open arms. Your hands reached down to your ankles, and you fumbled with the straps before kicking off your killer heels.

“Maybe this is a good idea,” you slur, “m’feet are killing me...”

“Well, you’ve been dancing like nobody’s watching you…”

“Except there was somebody watching me. A six foot tall creep with white hair, tryna to pose as a model when he promised me that he’d wear a costume tonight...”

Satoru smirked before falling onto the mattress as he found his seat right next to you.

“I’m just making sure that my friend doesn’t fall flat on her face.”

You purse your lips at him, but upon reading the sincerity in his expression, you merely bump your shoulder against his in jest.

“I guess an injury would kill all the effort I put into my make up...”

“And what a waste that would be...” he replied with enthusiasm, subconsciously grazing you back as he presses his body into yours. He arches his neck down, moving his lips closer to your ear and dropping the tone of his voice unintentionally before speaking.

“You look great by the way.”

“Think so?”

“Absolutely...” he answers back, releasing the tension from his body and allowing the conversation to flow with a familiar ease, “As a matter of fact, I think this costume suits you. You should wear it more often! Maybe, next time when you accompany me on one of my shopping trips...”

“Wings n’ all?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way...”

“I’m sure the sales representatives at all those luxury brands you like would have a field day seeing me next to you...”

“What can I say, we’d make a pretty team...”

You give him another genuine smile and Satoru can’t help but mirror you now that he’s broken whatever facade you were showcasing outside of this room.

“Did you really put together a costume or are you toying with my emotions?” you wondered while angling your body to face him and then lifting your legs up on the bed to sit in a crossed legged position.

“I'm offended that you would question me! I would put Dracula to shame from how good I would have looked tonight,” Satoru replied, reaching both hands behind him as he leaned onto the weight of his arms. “I guess it’s best that I didn’t wear it. I wouldn’t want to outshine anybody...”

The corner of your lips lifted when he gave you a playful wink but you didn’t know that he was forcefully trying to keep his gaze away from the hem of your dress riding higher up your thighs.

“Are you sayin’ that you would’ve looked better than me tonight?”

Satoru ponders the question, using this opportunity to succumb to his flirtatious state as he quickly glances over your feathery wings.

“I wouldn’t stand a chance against you, angel.”

You drew in a sharp inhale, your chest rising and falling quickly as he caught you by surprise with his statement. He knew his comment must have flustered you but he didn’t really care. You looked unbearably cute tonight, and deserved the compliment.

“I-I don’t think the odds would totally be in my favor…” you breathed softly while trying to regain your composure. “Not with the way half the of the room has been lookin’ at you tonight.”

Curiosity prompted Gojo to lift his brow, “And how would you know?”

“I always pay attention to how people look at you.”

“Why?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I mean, s’kind of hard not to notice when you look the way you do...”

“Oh, right, because I’m a six foot tall creep with white hair…

You roll your eyes, “you know that’s not the reason why...”

“Yeah, but it’s what you said! People must think I’m a freak or something…”

“That’s not what I meant though!” you argued back defensively, unamused by the cocky expression on Satoru’s face.

“Indulge me just this once and elaborate then...” he begged.

“I’m sure you have plenty of girls who tell you exactly what you wanna hear,” you replied and Satoru tried really hard not to analyze the strange way you phrased that sentence.

He tucked out his bottom lip and lowered his shades so you can see those blue eyes sparkle against the dim light.

“Is that what you really think of me?” he sulked.

“Yes.” you teased.

Satoru dramatically gasped, one hand reaching to clutch his shirt directly over where his heart is while the other covered his mouth.

“How...dare you...” he exclaimed, before launching his body forward and dropping his forehead onto your shoulder. “...you can’t just go around breaking people’s hearts like that!”

You giggled, “Satoru...”

“What have I done to deserve such cruelty?! Does my loyalty, my friendship, mean so little to you?!”

You pat him lightly on the back, but it only made him burrow his forehead into you even further.

“How will I recover from this insult?! How will I cope?! Don’t you know that I’m an international supermodel?! Don’t you know that my good looks is all I have to offer?!”

“Satoru, shhh!” you squeaked as his voice started to boom louder the more he got into the dramatization do his distress.

He was pretending to sob, and you couldn’t stop the rumble of laughter from escaping you because his hair was making you feel ticklish, and his warm breath was causing goosebumps to raise across your skin.

“How can you shame me for the things that make me who I am?! Oh, I’m so huuuurt....”

“Fine, Fine!” you yielded, reaching both hands to grab his shoulders as you pushed him off you. “I didn’t mean it! You’re the most handsome man that I’ve ever laid my eyes on. There, now can we cut the theatrics, please?”

Satoru’s face dropped to his usual expression, his tone shifting with ease as he balled one hand into a fist and placed it underneath his chin.

“The most handsome? Really?” he calmly egged on while pretending like nothing happened.

You dug your nails into his shoulders before letting another loose comment slip from your intoxicated lips.

“Yes, really. You’re so handsome, it actually infuriates me.”

Satoru’s mouth spread into a full grin and your eyes took in the sight of his pearly whites.

“I'm never going to let you live this down. You know that right?”

You furrowed your brows together and huffed, one hand sliding across his tee as you grabbed onto his collar.

“The likelihood that I’ll remember this tomorrow s’very slim...”

“Oh, I’ll be sure to remind you, do you worry about that...”

“You can’t!”

Satoru’s eyes widened and you were equally surprised from how stern you were with your reply.

You tightened your grip around his collar, swallowing hard before looking at him with pleading eyes.

“You can’t...” you murmured, “whatever is said tonight stays between us, it’s our secret...”

The sorcerer parted his lips caught somewhere between confusion and curiosity. He knew he was only joking, but the look of panic in your eyes was speaking volumes to him.

“It’s just a compliment...” he replied nonchalantly, “it’s not a big deal...”

“Just promise me, m’kay?” you begged, your free hand lifting up as you extended your pinky finger once more. “Please?”

Satoru searched for an answer in your eyes but was met with only more mystery. He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying hard to ignore just how much closer you were to his body now.

He hooked his pinky finger around yours and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Nothing you say leaves this room, I promise.”

***

“What’s going on with you?”

Satoru was still holding your finger, your faces merely inches apart as he kept you grounded amidst the spinning bedroom.

The pent up frustration of the last two weeks began to crawl up your throat, with all your internal thoughts ready to pour out of you as you finally found an opening to ease all the worries that’s been stressing your mind. You didn’t even realize that your eyes were welling up, that Satoru’s caring gaze was enough to strike you the hardest while you were your most vulnerable.

You blinked back the tears, shaking your head as you murmured “nothing,” but your voice cracked which only made him disregard your lie.

“You know you can talk to me, right?”

You nodded your head.

Satoru loosened his finger, his gaze falling as he watched you curl into your self when you folded your arms across your chest protectively.

“Things with Haru...have been weird...”

“Weird?”

“He’s been acting strange, and I-I...” you sought out your friend, his attentiveness making you comfortable enough to let out a groan of frustration. “...I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

Satoru’s expression remained the same, but you didn’t know that in the back of his mind he was starting to panic.

“He’s always working now, and every time I bring it up he tells me that he’s tryna to build for our future...” you vented. “I just-I feel like I’m a crazy person for wanting to spend time with him. I plan out dates which he forgets or cancels last minute, and whenever he’s home he barely wants to talk. He keeps tellin’ me that he’s "too tired”...I can’t help but feel...distant...”

You were wounded, and you bit your bottom lip as you looked down at your legs instead of Satoru’s eyes as if you were ashamed to admit the truth.

“I feel like I’m a thorn at his side. He’s been picking on everything I do...everything I say...” you confessed, “We...we got into an argument before the party. I don’t even think he’s coming tonight...”

“What happened?”

You sighed, “I answered his phone while he was in the shower. Some woman called him from work...when I told him about it, he got upset with me. He said I had no right answering his work calls...”

Satoru’s jaw twitched, but you were too distracted to notice.

“I told him it was an honest mistake, that I wouldn’t do it again but he shut me out after that...didn’t say a single word and left. I’ve been trying to message him, but he’s not answering me...”

“That fucking ass-...”

“No...s’my fault, ‘toru. He gets so anxious about this job, I shouldn’t have-”

“Stop,” your friend sternly interjected. “don’t make excuses for him. You don’t have to do that. Not with me at least...”

“I’m...I’m not...” you replied defensively. “I just-I’m tryna to make sense of it. I need to fix whatever’s wrong...”

“But why do you need to fix it?” Satoru countered. “He’s the one who should apologize to you...”

“I’m not being patient or understanding,” you explained, and your words were only making your friend’s blood boil.

“Just the fact that we are friends tells me that you’re patient and understanding,” Satoru declared. “You’re not telling me anything that justifies his behavior...”

“I dunno,” you mumbled as you covered your face with both your hands. “I just...don’t want this to escalate to a point of no return.”

“Would that really be so bad?”

You dropped your hands, lifting your eyes up to meet his as you were astonished by his bold question.

“People change,” Satoru explained with an even temper, “...and sometimes we hang onto just a version of who they are...”

“No, no...” you shook your head in denial, “No, that’s not what this is. We are just hitting a rough patch. I just need to see this through...”

Satoru pinched his lids together, your name leaving him in both disappointment and anguish.

“Look, there’s something you need to know...”

“Satoru, I can’t lose him.”

The white haired sorcerer looked at you in disbelief because your voice cracked not out of distress but fear.

“Haru...he fits into my life perfectly. My parents love him, my friends love him, and he’s...everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever asked for…”

“So, you’re fighting for some perfect little dream at the expense of your own happiness?”

“I don’t want all these years to go to waste. If I lose him, then...then I’ll have to start all over again...”

“Do you really believe that he’s the only man capable of loving you?”

“S’not like there’s anybody else...”

“And if there was?”

An uncomfortable silence lingered between you both as Satoru’s question hung in the air. Neither of you had anything to say, but you were both staring intently at each other, while trying to read through the other person’s thoughts.

Your friend wasn't quite sure if he could find a reason behind his question, and instead exhaled as he nervously scratched the back of his head and leaving you to speak first.

“I...I think I need to lie down,” you murmured, “I’m feeling dizzy.”

Satoru felt the mattress dip underneath him as you crawled over to lay your head down on one of Rina’s pillows. You curled your arm underneath it, while you placed your other hand flat on top. You nuzzled into yourself, your eyes growing heavier as you started to blink them shut.

“I don’t want you to settle because it’s comfortable. I’m just trying to look out for you, that’s all...”

Your friend could hear you breathing softly but you gave him no response. Satoru reached for the straps of your wings but hesitated as he retracted his hands back. He didn’t want to disturb you and instead proceeded to stand up as he adjusted the covers to ensure you you were comfortably tucked in.

“Don’t go…” you mumbled, bringing your hand out to hold onto his wrist as you held him. “Please stay…”

When you finally drifted off to sleep, he exited the bedroom feeling exasperated.

There was an unfamiliar weight that burdened him as he considered your words - authentic words that you would have never allowed yourself to blurt out under regular circumstances.

The thought made him incredibly sad.

He couldn’t comprehend why you felt this urgency to sell him your fairy tale, and upon realizing that there were cracks that were fragmenting your relationship with Haru, the guilt was starting eat him up from the inside out.

If you were already having your doubts then there was no way for the truth to backfire.

Satoru still had a chance to make things right with you.

He concluded that you deserved the truth, already planning out the speech in his mind with every intention on seeing you tomorrow to revisit this delicate conversation.

He didn't have any reason to linger at the party any longer, and ignored the inquisitive stares from the people around him as her emerged onto the scene. The Flapper Girl approached him once more, hoping to get a second chance at him but he rejected her advances with the excuse of having to leave urgently.

He found Rina and thanked her for the invite, before saying a quick goodbye and informing her of your sudden disappearance.

He left the party with a swiftness while trying to comprehend this unfamiliar tightness in his chest, and gulped down a breath of the crisp autumn air as he stepped out onto the street.

***

(present)

“Haru is a chameleon,” Satoru explained, “He’s the kind of person who shows you exactly what you he wants you to see, without ever giving himself away in the process...”

You absorbed his words but your body was growing numb. You were still trying to wrap your mind around him confronting Haru in the elevator, while recalling the conversation you both exchanged the night of the Halloween party but it merely played back like a hazy dream in your mind.

“...I ran into Haru right after I left, and things got heated. I just-I couldn’t stand him lying to you anymore. Unfortunately, what I didn’t anticipate was for him to spread fowl lies to anyone who would listen...”

Satoru sighed, his fingers closing over your hands as he held you carefully before continuing to speak.

“Haru needed to save face and I was his scapegoat. He told Rina that we...that I...took advantage of the situation. He said that I was trying to manipulate you into breaking up with him, that it wasn’t the first time I tried to wedge myself between your relationship...everyone saw us go into that room together…it made for a very convincing story…”

“The argument?” you whispered, your voice trembling as you tried to piece together the puzzle of stories.

“I couldn’t figure out why Rina resented me so much after you ended things. She made it perfectly clear that she didn’t want me crossing that line with you, and I...I agreed that I would keep my hands to myself. That was until you showed up at my place with your proposal...”

Satoru felt you inch your hands further away, trying to slip out of his grasp and it hurt him to have to ease his grip.

“Rina had a close friendship with Haru. I don’t blame her for believing him so easily. She agreed that she shouldn’t have been so naive regarding his story, but then again...I don’t come off as the easiest guy to trust either...”

“Except...” you interrupted, your voice wavering when you sniffled and the sound made the sorcerer’s heart race as the blood rushed to his cheeks. “except I trusted you, Satoru.”

Your touch left his and you shook your head in disbelief.

“What...what happened after you left the party? What happened when you ran into Haru?”

Satoru’s face hardened, and he ran his thumbs across the pads of his other fingers as he adjusted to the vacancy without you holding him.

“Haru showed me his true colors,” he declared in a gravelly calm voice, “...only this time I had a reason to intervene...”

***

NEXT: CHAPTER 23 - HALLOWEEN (II) - this is still a world where jujutsu sorcerers exist right? - just a hint for what's to come ;)

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creepercraftguy · 2 years ago

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NAEGIRI WEEK Day 5 - Autumn

Help comes from an unexpected place when Kyoko struggles to pick out the right outfit for her and Makoto’s autumn time date.

@naegiriweek

Full Story below the cut. You can also find the story on my WattPad - https://www.wattpad.com/1290871841-naegiri-week-2022-creepercraftguy-day-5-autumn

(Also, I’m chuffed that Mod Capnii and I basically had the same idea)

"Ok...Sorry...you're gonna have to repeat it for me one more time because I'm just confused..." Toko Fukawa, the Ultimate Writing Prodigy stood in the middle of the school dorms hallway, staring up and down at Kyoko Kirigiri's figure in front of her, "so I'm just going to ask once more...Why are you covered in g-glitter?"

Toko's words were indeed true. Kyoko Kirigiri, the usually elegant straight-postured and maturely dressed detective looked very out of character. Instead of wearing her casual clothes or her uniform, she stood in the hallway, wearing shorts, a black crop-top and with glitter smothered in her hair.

Which was not a good look for her. Even someone scruffy like Toko couldn't help but point it out.

"If you must hear it again, I'll give you the quick version," Kyoko grumbled, clearly just as happy about her situation as you'd expect her to be, "I have a date with Makoto at the park in a bit. Sayaka dragged me up to her room an hour beforehand and invited all the other girls to "help" me pick a good outfit for it. As you can see, things went wrong, and they ended up doing the exact opposite of that."

"That still doesn't explain the glitter..." Toko snarked.

"Komaru thought the outfit Hina picked for me needed to be more sparkly, so she tried throwing a glitter bomb on it. That's why I'm like this..." Kyoko explained.

"K-Komaru's here too?" Toko asked.

"Yes, Sayaka invited her over." Kyoko said, "I thought she would come to see you. In fact, I'm surprised you weren't there."

"Psh! Yeah right!" Toko snapped, "what makes you think I would go to a dress-up party!? Like hell I'd want to help you with your stupid date! Wh-What, you think b-because I write r-r-romance novels I know wh-what the ideal d-date outfit is!? Is that it!?"

"Well...I did somewhat think that..." Kyoko admitted, "but I certainly didn't say anything of the sort...Apologies if I wasted your time Toko, but I have about 20 minutes left before I'm supposed to meet with Makoto-AH!?"

Kyoko started to walk past Toko, carrying her glitter soaked clothes, until the author suddenly grabbed her sleeve and pulled her away. Toko thrusted open the door to her room and practically chucked Kyoko inside.

"What the hell are you-UMPH!?" Kyoko snapped, but suddenly Toko threw something at her that hit her and smothered her face. Kyoko grabbed whatever it was that she had tossed and took a look at it. To her surprise, it was a flannel checkered-pattern dress, in pristine condition. Toko also reached into her wardrobe and pulled out some more clothing items. A pair of jeans, a shirt, a white undershirt and a black hat.

"M-My shower still works even is I don't use it," Toko pointed to it, "clean yourself up and put that on so I can fix you up some time BEFORE fucking tomorrow?"

"Toko..." Kyoko was touched by the act of kindness, but Toko still wasn't willing to accept it.

"D-Don't go getting all m-mushy on me!" she snapped, "i-if you hadn't b-brought up Komaru I wouldn't have bothered. If you're an e-embarrassment, her brothers an embarrassment, and if her brother's an embarrassment, K-Komaru herself is an embarrassment! She doesn't need to be more of an emb-barassm-ment than she already is!"

"Fine...in that case, I'll ask this." Kyoko placed the dress down neatly on the desk, "why is there a set of boys clothes with the exact same pattern here?"

"D-Don't you know?" Toko chuckled, "it's a thing c-corny c-couples like you guys do when they go on dates. Th-They wear m-matching clothes so that they c-can brag about th-their relationship to everyone without needing to s-say anything."

"Uh-huh..." Kyoko frowned, "so...you're saying that this getup won't be as effective on it's own until I convince Makoto to wear the other one?"

"Exactly!"

"And...why again do YOU have these clothes?"

"W-Well...it's...y'know, just in case!" Toko giggled, "imagine...Master Byakuya and I, wearing these...We'd attract looks and make everyone feel SO jealous HEHEHEHE!"

The very thought would no doubt irritate Byakuya beyond belief, but Kyoko kept that to herself considering Toko was going out of her way to lend her a hand. She instead looked at the matching pair of clothes and contemplated the situation.

To be honest, she was very torn on the idea. On one hand, the outfit Toko had picked was perfectly suited to the mid-autumn weather, and blended well with the orange afternoon skies and falling leaves of the park, so it was the ideal outfit. On the other hand, the idea of wearing matching outfits and standing out so much bothered Kyoko; plus there was no guarantee Makoto would be on board with the idea.

Still, it was worth a go.

"You know Toko, I think you're selling yourself short. You may think you don't know fashion or couple-related topics, but you're far more knowledgeable than you give yourself credit for," Kyoko smiled, "thanks for your help. Remind me to return the favor when you finally ask Komaru out on a date."

Toko made a noise that sounded very much like a sneeze, so Kyoko readied herself for Genocide Jill to come popping out. However, the "sneeze" was actually a splutter, and Toko glared at Kyoko with daggered eyes and a red face.

"D-DID YOU NOT JUST HEAR WHAT I SAID!? ABOUT ME AND BYAKUYA'S MAGICAL DATE!?" she shrieked, "m-me and OMARU!? I-I'm not-! We're not-!"

"Really? I thought for sure that you two were far too close to just be friends...guess I was wrong..." Kyoko raised an eyebrow.

"W-Well...yeah, we're close but...IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Toko snapped.

"You got me a present...!?" Makoto's eyes sparkled, "ooh! What is it!?"

Even for someone as abrasive as Kyoko, the excitement of her boyfriend was far too contagious. Even so, when she finally came forward to Makoto, she still didn't feel certain that this plan was going to work.

"I'm warning you," she said, "it might not turn out to be as good as you're expecting...But..."

Kyoko knew Makoto would be confused when she approached him looking so underdressed, but Makoto's face lit up with a mix of both realization and excitement when she pulled out both his and her outfits from behind her back.

"Wow! What a cute outfit-W-Wait! Is this a pair look!?" he exclaimed, looking back and forth between the outfits and Kyoko's flustered face, his expression growing more nervy, "Oh~? Hm~? Interesting idea Kyoko~ Though I didn't know you were the type."

"W-Well, I'm not..." Kyoko blushed, "the girls gave me some advice earlier and...Toko decided to lend me this. I couldn't exactly turn her down. I was honestly beginning to think that you wouldn't like the idea..."

"Toko? Why does she have an outfit like this?" Makoto asked.

"She claimed it was for a date with Byakuya," Kyoko explained, "which, if we're both being frank, isn't going to happen. Are you sure you're alright with this plan? I thought you'd have picked out your own outfit by now."

"Even if I did, this outfit is a present from you," Makoto grinned, "I'm absolutely going to wear it over any of my regular boring clothes. I really want to match with you."

"Wow that's...great..." Kyoko forced a thumbs up, "I'm...happy that you're happy."

Kyoko wasn't trying to lie through her teeth. She was being genuine, but was trying so hard to contain her joy in seeing Makoto's pure, untainted smile.

"Ok then. Let's change into these and head on out." Makoto took his outfit before Kyoko could say anything and headed off to his room. Kyoko on the other hand, stayed in the dorms lobby.

Even if Makoto approved, she still wasn't totally alright with the whole matching outfits thing. Even though she liked Toko's style, said style didn't really fit her.

Unfortunately, the outfits all the other girls had picked for her worked even less. Especially the weird scene-girl outfit with the puffy coat Komaru had chosen...and the ballgown picked out by Celeste...the Kimono wear Sakura chose wasn't suitable either...and god-forbid the tacky outfit Mukuro had stitched together. Clearly she had a worse fashion sense-than every one of them combined, ironic considering she was the Ultimate Fashionista's twin sister. That said, Junko hadn't been much help either. The outfit she chose was far too revealing.

However, this wasn't the only issue. The thought of being a "corny couple" as Toko had ever-so kindly put it, wasn't exactly appealing. She thought about this for far too long, and eventually, Makoto came back.

She had to admit, the flannel shirt and jeans looked great on him. But Makoto himself looked confused and rather let down.

"You haven't changed yet?" he asked.

"Um...well..." Kyoko scratched her head "I'm sorry...I don't think this style really fits me, so...Do you mind if I wear my normal clothes instead?"

"What, like your uniform or something?" Makoto asked, his heart clearly sinking in his chest just from the change in his expression, "but doesn't that defeat the purpose of matching?"

"Well, I guess so, but the outfit does still look fine on you on it's own," Kyoko said, "it's just...matching is...Well, if I must be honest, it's rather embarrassing..."

Makoto's face was dour and depressed. He looked at the flannel dress with complete and total disappointment.

"E-Embarrassing..." he considered, "you know, I guess you're right...Sorry I got so excited Kyoko..."

Kyoko was a stern figure and was always prepared for the worst possible situations whenever and wherever. She had stared killers in the face and been trapped and kidnapped multiple times over the course of her career. Yet out of everything she'd been up against, the one thing that she could not possibly hope to defeat was the earnesty of the boy she loved.

Kyoko re-examined the outfit. Even though it was a hand-me-down from Toko, which she had practically forced upon her, Kyoko had still brought the outfit to Makoto. She had basically given him half of a whole, and if she didn't wear it, what would even be the point of showing him both outfits?

Besides, it's not like she had many other options.

"You know what? I'm sorry Makoto. I was just thinking too hard about it." she smiled.

"No, no, it's ok!" Makoto assured her, "you don't like it. You don't have to force yourself."

"No, I'm not forcing myself," Kyoko told him, "Toko may have been the one to lend me this outfit, but I gave it to you as a present because I wanted you to be happy...Even though I wasn't sure whether you would be..."

"Aw, Kyoko!" Makoto beamed again, "why didn't you just say that in the first place!?"

Kyoko obviously gave in. She took the outfit and hat back to her room, dressed in both, and then headed out to the park in matching outfits with her boyfriend, sandwiches and other picnic stuff along with them.

"Hey...isn't that...?"

"Those two are members of the 78th class! The Ultimate Detective and this year's Ultimate Lucky Student! Are they on a date!?"

"Dude! They're wearing matching outfits!"

"Y'know, I heard a rumor that they were dating, but I didn't think they were THIS crazy for each other."

"Damn...Didn't think Kirigiri-san was the type..."

It unfortunately became painfully obvious what both Kyoko and Makoto had totally overlooked by the time they actually headed out for their picnic. The park they decided to visit was relatively close to the school building. It was an optimal choice, not just because it was close, but because of how pretty it was at this time of year. The bold and homely colours of the autumn leaves and the golden afternoon sun that shone down on them made this the perfect setting for a romantic time alone together.

Is what WOULD have been the case if they were ACTUALLY alone together. Since they had chosen the time to be right after the end of the school day, a lot of other academy attendees, not just from the main course, but the reserve course as well, were also visiting the park, and recognizing the two on site in their matching outfits. They had even spotted a few people they recognized. Their senpai in Class 77, Chiaki Nanami had said hello to them, accompanied by her friend from the reserve course, Hajime Hinata. They'd even ran into fellow classmate, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, and barely managed to avoid him giving them a lecture on code of conduct and retaining public image, even outside of school grounds.

Toko wasn't kidding about the couple's outfit attracting attention, but this was more than Kyoko bargained for. To be honest, if it was a bunch of random passersby, she might not have minded so much, but the obvious chattering and whispering coming from the people who recognized them were so distinguishable, even Makoto started to look bothered by it.

"Hey, K-Kyoko...Would you like another sandwich?" Makoto handed her some more food.

"Y-Yes please..." she said, shifting awkwardly as she reached out her hand to take it. Makoto leaned in slightly when she did.

"You know, I see what you meant about this being embarrassing..." he lowered his voice, "it's difficult to relax and enjoy ourselves with so many people watching us."

"Tell me about it," Kyoko grumbled, "somehow even this sandwich tastes unusual...God forbid if we run into anyone from my Grandfather's agency here..."

"Knowing my luck, it'd be a miracle if that didn't happen," Makoto scratched his face, "we stand out way too much for our own good."

"Toko did kind of warn me about this, so shame on me for that one," Kyoko hushed, "although, I think the real issue is the dating spot. This place is lovely, but the couples look is embarrassing in such an easily-accessible place like this one."

"Well, I mean...yeah, I'm feeling a little self-conscious," Makoto smiled awkwardly, "but...you know what? It makes for a nice change. In more ways than one."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, I'm not used to getting so much attention from people...Nor am I really used to going on dates in public like this...Especially not with someone as cool and as pretty as you~"

This sudden smooth move almost made Kyoko do a double take, but she retained her composure.

"When you put it like that, I suppose this is a new experience for me too," she smiled, "so long as you're happy, then I'm happy."

"You really mean that? Hehe...In that case~"

Without a word of warning, Makoto suddenly leaned in further and passionately kissed Kyoko on the lips. Her eyes widened, but in spite of the surprised and flustered glares of everyone around them, she didn't even feel the slightest compulsion to pull away.

"Woah! Look at them go!"

"Can't they see us standing here! These two are out of control!"

"So cute! I might have a new OTP!"

"Boyfriend and girlfriend? Nah dude, this is Husband and Wife shit going on right here!"

"Pah! Lousy show-offs! Rubbin' it in everyone's faces just because they happened to strike lucky!"

"Wh-What did you do that for?" Kyoko's lip trembled as Makoto pulled away.

"Tee-hee~ There was a bit of jam left on your lips," Makoto winked, "just getting it off for you~"

"Oh...I see..." Kyoko flushed, but then the realization dawned on her, causing her to frown at Makoto, "wait a minute...I haven't eaten any jam sandwiches...!"

"Hehe...I know..." he giggled cheekily, suddenly standing up and grabbing his wallet, "sit tight for a moment. I'm gonna go buy us some drinks."

Makoto walked off towards a drinks stand nearby, leaving Kyoko by herself with their picnic. Kyoko brushed her lips with her hand.

After a moment, she finally fully processed what had just happened. She double checked, but she indeed hadn't eaten any jam sandwiches since they'd arrived. If there was really nothing on her face, could only mean that Makoto had only kissed her so everyone else would see and be jealous?

"Psh...could he get any cuter?" Kyoko pulled her hat over her eyes and blushed profusely, "though...I wish he wouldn't just leave me alone in full view of everyone by myself..."

Not like the two of them side-by-side in matching outfits was any better. In fact, it was probably worse. But by now, Kyoko had more than accepted that for today, she was in the spotlight, and there was no going back.

Unbeknownst to either one of the Nae-Giri couple though, of all the people in the park who happened to be glancing towards them, they failed to notice the small group of people who were spying on them through binoculars. Curious about what was actually going down following their disastrous dress-up session, Komaru, Sayaka and Hina had decided to check in on the couple. By some unknown feat, Toko had also been dragged along to the park, though she certainly wasn't looking the same way as the others.

"OOOH! So bold!" Sayaka flushed as she saw Makoto kiss her.

"For real! There's so many people looking their way, but he's acting like no one in the world is watching!" Hina's eyes sparkled, "I'm proud of you Makoto! Didn't know you had it in ya'!"

"There's a lot of things about my brother that may surprise you," Komaru giggled, "but...I gotta say, not even I expected he would get them matching outfits to wear. They do look good though."

"Oh? Didn't you know?" Sayaka smiled, "I heard Toko leant Kyoko the outfits, and that she's the one who came up with the idea."

"Wait, for real!?" Hina exclaimed.

"Wh-What's YOUR problem...!?" Toko stammered, "I-I-I know that y-you probably think I'm a h-heartless wench of a w-woman, but I can be nice wh-when I want to be! Besides, i-if this moron hadn't covered Kyoko in g-glitter, I might not have b-bothered!"

"Eeehehe...Guilty as charged on that one..." Komaru chuckled nervously.

"B-By the way, s-speaking of heartless, it's p-pretty cruel of you t-to be spying on them like this. Keep going if you're getting a kick out of it, b-but I'm out of here."

Toko turned tail and began to leave, but Komaru suddenly rushed over and grabbed her arm.

"Toko, wait!"

"D-DAMMIT! What!?" she turned around and snapped. Komaru took hold of her hand and held it close, a huge grin on her face.

"I...I just wanted to say thanks a whole bunch for helping my brother and his girlfriend on their date. It was really cool of you!" she laughed, "who knew you were such a softy under all that awkward."

Toko stared at her, unable to tell whether the bright light that shone on her glasses was coming from the sun low in the sky, or from Komaru herself. Her face began to grow red, until she turned around and started stomping away.

"It's getting c-cold!" she snapped, "if I stay out here any longer I might sneeze!"

"H-Huh!? But...you look warm as toast! Toko, where are you going!?" Komaru called after her. As Toko rushed away, she cursed in her mind.

Damn those Naegi's and their contagious smiles...

#naegiri #naegiri week #naegiri week 2022 #kyoko kirigiri #makoto naegi #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #komaru naegi #toko fukawa #tokomaru

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johaerys-writes · 3 years ago

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged in recent memory by @noire-pandora @hexcore-juggler @inquisitoracorn @zuendwinkel, thank you so much! Always a treat to see what you've been working on <3

I've finally got around to working on the next chapter of A World With You, and I'm so excited for the Winter Palace! Especially for all the different ways everyone's freaking out about it, lol. So have some Dorian doing what he does best: causing a scene 😌

Dorian’s jaw fell slack. His ears buzzed with white noise, and he had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn’t caught in some horrific nightmare. “Excuse me, Madame de Fer,” he said, “could you repeat what you just said, if you don’t mind?”

“Which part, darling?”

“The part where 'we won’t be choosing our own outfits.' I think my ears may have deceived me.”

“Haven’t you heard?” Vivienne tilted her head ever so slightly to the side, watching every shift in his expression with increasing interest. “Every Inquisition member attending the Masquerade will be required to wear a uniform. The exact same uniform. Even the buttons will be identical, from what I’ve been told.”

“The— what?” Dorian let the armful of books he was holding fall on Varric’s desk with a clatter. Varric’s pen rattled in its fountain when the whole desk shook with the force of it, and the dwarf jolted from his seat to hold it in place before it toppled over. The throngs of visiting nobles closest to them abruptly stopped their conversations to gawk at them, but Dorian couldn’t exactly bring himself to care right then.

“Vivienne, my dear,” he said tightly, “if you’re joking, this is the time to say it.”

“Oh, I’m being perfectly serious.” The edges of Vivienne’s full lips curled in a knowing smirk as she folded her arms before her with practised leisure. “I’m surprised you didn’t know of it, Dorian. Seeing as you spend so much of your time in the Inquisitor’s company. Didn’t he tell you?”

Dorian gnashed his teeth. “No,” he growled under his breath, “he did not.” For which Dorian would absolutely be murdering him in a minute from now. Uniforms? Uniforms? Dorian hadn’t worn a uniform since he was in the Order of Argent, and he’d been forced to wear that stiff, scratchy, black and white monstrosity they’d given them back then. He would be lying if that wasn’t one of the reasons he had run away in the first place— Dorian wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something that hideous. And now to be told that he’d be wearing such a thing to the party of the year? Oh, Dorian had some choice words for whoever came up with the idea, and they weren’t at all pleasant.

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lovelybarnes · 4 years ago

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home- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language, alcohol mentions and drinking, the use of my own headcanon that bucky gets very clingy when he finds someone he trusts and loves

about: (requested!) prompt 21: person a tugging on person b’s shirt

bucky has been a lot clingier than usual. you suppose it’s your fault, you have dragged him everywhere with you since you met him- although that was to help bring him out of his shell and get him to actually go outside. you’re not sure if your efforts have backfired, as he’ll be trudging behind you like a lovestruck puppy wherever you go, no matter if it’s around the compound or in the small boutiques you frequent. you convince yourself they didn’t, since his days aren’t spent locked in his room, which you consider a win.

a knock you identify as natasha’s interrupts your mutters about an entrance you hadn’t seen before, natasha’s voice cutting through the peaceful silence. “i swear i saw you in that exact same place like five hours ago,” she states, leaning against your door frame as you shrug, not looking up. “you should take a break, the plan you made yesterday is great.”

you’re going over mission plans in your room, trying to figure out the best way to infiltrate the very last hydra base and succeed in cutting off the last of the organization’s heads. bucky is sleeping, his head on your lap. the hand that isn’t skimming the lines on the blueprint is combing through bucky’s hair, calming him down and chasing away his nightmares. once in a while, you coo inattentively when he begins to stir, not wanting him to wake up.

you had been away for two days, during which he got a grand total of three hours of sleep, the rest of his attempts driven away by nightmares. you calm him down, he says, so he’s slept in your room with you ever since you got back. it’s a strange sight seeing the former winter soldier, over two hundred pounds and six feet tall, resting bitch face pressed on the skin of your legs.

“there are always possible ways to fail, i need it to be foolproof,” you respond distractedly. natasha rolls her eyes and raises her hand, holding a pair of black heels between her fingers. “we’re all going out in half an hour,” she instructs, and you furrow your brows, staring at the intimidatingly tall shoes, “what? we are?” natasha hums, raising an eyebrow at bucky, “i haven’t been able to spend any time with you since you got back, besides, you need to have fun for a few hours.”

“i am having fun,” you lie. and natasha, unsurprisingly, sees right through it, shaking the heels and letting you know you have thirty minutes. you sigh, pushing the plans away and stretching, already planning to wear something casual, even though wanda will probably have a fit about it and point out the new dresses you have stored in your closet.

“you do deserve a break,” bucky points out from your thighs, and you look down at him, not realizing he was awake. shrugging, you agree, “i guess you’re right.”

bucky hums in reply, sitting up and looking over the blueprints you just set down. “i also guess i have to get ready, then,” you say, pressing a kiss to bucky’s cheek before going to your closet and taking out what you want.

bucky isn’t in your room when you walk out of the bathroom, light makeup applied (an illusion because you have no idea how to do it), jeans and a loose shirt that you somehow make refined, and heels that you bought months ago with no real occasion in mind. you hope the heels pull the outfit together and get you the wanda seal of approval, avoiding getting sent back to your room and having the woman make a mess of your closet to find something else.

you check yourself out in the mirror one final time, squinting at yourself. “you look amazing, doll,” bucky compliments, coming in through your door to stare at you and kiss your shoulder. you look back at him, appreciating how he looks, stunning as always. “you don’t look so bad yourself,” you reply cheesily, admiring the smile that adorns his face when the words leave your mouth.

it appears you and bucky are the last to be ready, seeing how everyone other than sam, steve, and nat were already on their way to wherever it was you were going. “whoo,” sam whistles, and you twirl when nat claps and asks you to. “you look hot,” she comments, and you do a proud little bow, “i can clean up when i want to.”

“and this will be worth it. we are staying out late like we used to,” natasha declares. you grin, “hopefully i don’t fall asleep. missions are tiring. especially when you finish them that quick.”

“ah yes, we are celebrating the new record y/n set!” steve reminds, and you tilt your head in smug satisfaction. “oh yes, i did beat nat, didn’t i?”

shooting the russian redhead a faux complacent look as she smiles, “enjoy it while it lasts,” she replies simply, and you nod, “i absolutely will. i know there’ll be a new one by next week.”

you manage to drink half of your weight in liquor by the second hour you’re at the new bar, chatting with wanda over her and vision’s relationship while sam flirts with someone next to you. bucky is surprisingly invested in the conversation, pointing out how happy vision has been- as much as he’s noticed, he’s still getting used to vision being a synthezoid- which makes wanda blush and smile wider. you can tell his social battery is running out, though, and you can’t blame him, exhausting your own with how many times you’ve rejected guys and held useless conversations with both the avengers and random people you bump into.

natasha has managed to get you into the dance floor, and you manage to have fun, even through the tiredness that hasn’t stopped coursing throughout your veins and smell of sweat and sex. you’ve sweated out the alcohol in your system, sitting next to your boyfriend while you’re telling steve what you saw the other day. sam is listening along, head tilting back in laughter when you inform him that tony wears captain america underwear. how you found that out, you prefer not repeating.

bucky doesn’t add on to conversations anymore, instead listening silently and driving away any men that dare to bother you with a threatening glare. it isn’t needed, but appreciated regardless.

which each hour that passes, you can see less of the avengers and more of the sun’s yellow, your body planted in your seat, listening to the others’ conversations. you’ve bitten back enough yawns to know your night is ending, your shorter answers only reassuring you.

you’re nodding along to one of tony’s stories when you feel a tug on your shirt, not needing to turn to figure out who it is, but you do anyways.

“can we go home?” bucky asks, weariness clear in the bags under his eyes as you nod, tangling your fingers with his vibranium ones. you bid everyone goodbye, bucky lingering behind you, his own farewells a silent nod of his head if any.

you nearly fall asleep next to him in the car, and he swears it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

he’s waiting for you on your bed as you get ready for bed, walking out and ruffling his hair when you see how he’s sprawled out. “come to bed, y/n,” he pleads when you begin to walk away again, his fingers pulling at your-his, really- shirt. “i’m almost done,” you promise, fulfilling it when you come back not a minute later.

he wraps you in his arms and is out like a light, dreams of you replacing the nightmares he’s had, and he vows he’ll never let you go.

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dreamwritesimagines · 4 years ago

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Burn The Witch 4 - Making Believe [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: A lot can happen in a coffee shop.

Series Masterlist

Considering all the missions your superiors had sent you, this wasn’t the first one to make you end up with a gunshot wound, but it was the first one that you were assigned to seduce the target and ended up with a gunshot wound as a first impression.

Now that you had met Bucky, the next step would be easier. You just hoped he wouldn’t suspect something was up like General kept warning you about, so you had to make sure to memorize every single detail of your cover story.

Instead of being a trained assassin, you were now working in a milkshake shop.

Instead of having lived there your whole life, you were now clueless about the city since you had recently moved there.

Instead of liking horror movies, you now loved rom-coms.

New identity, new apartment, new car, new everything. It was as if the real you had never existed, but none of that was your biggest issue right now.

It was your new uniform for the milkshake shop.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered to yourself, looking in the mirror before fixing your skirt. Even after a week, you still weren’t used to wearing it, the uniform was some sort of a retro diner waitress costume with red and white stripes, cinched waist and a white apron over the short skirt. “I’m going to kill whoever picked this after I’m done with the mission.”

“Y/N?” Chloe called out from the living room, “Come on, we need to go over everything for today.”

You ran a hand over your face and walked to the living room to find your two best friends sprawling on the couch. Keith let out a laugh as soon as he saw you in that outfit, but managed to hide it by pressing his fist on his lips while Chloe kicked at his boot.

“I didn’t say anything!” He held up his hands, “Will you break my phone again if I take a picture?”

“Yeah,” you pointed at him, “I will, so don’t even.”

“We need to go over the plan,” Chloe said, “Today is the day you accidentally run into Barnes, he’ll be at that coffee shop.”

“How do you know where he will be?”

Chloe scoffed, “Hello? I’m a genius hacker?”

Keith sat up straighter, turning the pages of your file.

“Okay so,” he said, “You guys will probably make some small talk, let’s have some practice. Pretend I’m Bucky, how will you talk about yourself?”

“We don’t need to practice it, it’s not my first rodeo,” you reminded him “I got this.”

“Y/N, no offense but he isn’t some clueless civilian okay? The guy was going after targets before you or your parents were born for that matter. The tiniest mistake could tip him off.”

“He has a point.”

“Fine,” you sighed, fixing your nametag, “Let’s practice then.”

Keith took a deep breath and cleared his throat, “Look at that, we ran into each other again.”

You frowned at his deep voice, “Bucky doesn’t sound like one of those robots in the Terminator, Keith.”

“I’m in the zone, just go with it,” he said as offered you his hand, and you shook it.

“Yeah, hi again.”

“I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“Oh that’s normal, I just moved here. A month ago.”

“You just moved here?” he repeated “Really? Did you get used to the city yet?”

“A little.”

“I bet your family misses you.”

“Not really, I grew up with my grandmother. She passed away last year.”

“Any siblings?”

“No.”

Keith raised his brows, “Can you be less specific?”

“Keith—“

“You’re not acting like a civilian right now, you’re acting like a spy who has been forced to socialize and he will see right through that,” he told you. “You have to give him more details, civilians talk about themselves a lot.”

“It’s true,” Chloe said, “Once I was in this speed dating thing and just- don’t ask. They don’t stop talking about themselves.”

Keith pursed his lips only for a moment, stealing a look at Chloe before turning to you,

“Let’s try again. Any siblings?”

You rolled your eyes, “Unfortunately not. I’m an only child but when I was a kid, I kept begging my parents for a sister. My mom asked me what would happen if I got a brother, apparently I went like “but mommy, you can give him back then!””

“There we go, embarrassing childhood memories,” Keith grinned, “Good idea.”

You checked your wristwatch, “I gotta run,” you said, “You guys can see yourselves out.”

“I was actually hoping I could stay a little more,” Chloe said, “To make this place look a bit more appropriate. I suppose you’ll bring him here at some point?”

You pulled your brows together, looking around. “Yeah, so? There’s a bedroom.”

“Ever the romantic, this one,” Keith said and Chloe shook her head,

“Y/N, he needs to see something personal otherwise he might get suspicious.”

You pursed your lips, deep in thought, “You mean like sex toys?”

“Oh Jesus…”

“Contrary to popular belief, when people say they want to see something personal, they don’t refer to sex toys.” Keith stated helpfully, “That being said, we’re all screwed if you end up falling for a civilian, you have no idea how to act like one.”

“I meant personal as in stuff to make your place look more homely,” Chloe explained, “Things from your cover’s past that show him we didn’t fabricate this whole identity.”

“Even if we did,” Keith mumbled under his breath and she nodded.

“Even if we did. He needs to see something personal when he comes here, like…” she motioned at the walls, “Like your childhood pictures or your art projects from when you were seventeen.”

“I was learning how to use a pencil as a knife when I was seventeen, Chloe.”

“Exactly. Just let me handle it, I’ve been watching so many makeover shows lately.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Knock yourself out,” you said, “I have milkshakes to fill, see you guys later.”

“Go get him tiger!”

“You got this!” Chloe called out as you walked to the door, “Just be confident and your milkshake will bring all the ex-assassins to the yard!”

You let out a small laugh, then closed the door behind you before throwing your shoulders back and going down the stairs.

***

Approaching the target as your training taught you had to have certain steps. You couldn’t just implant yourself in their life, you had to wait until they thought it was their choice to include you in their lives. Sometimes it took more time than you had patience for, but in the end it was worth it.

Seeing that Bucky Barnes was no civilian, every single step had to be checked twice.

Well the uniform would help the mission, at least a little.

A distracted target was a good target.

You lowered the binoculars before pushing them into your purse and fixing the apron wrapped around your waist. Bucky was sitting with Sam at the coffee shop and they seemed to be in a deep discussion, not even aware of what was going on around them. You took a deep breath and approached the door before you pushed it, then slowly made your way to the barista.

“Hi, can I get a cappuccino please? Small.” You smiled at her and went to the counter on the right to wait for your order. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Sam looking at you with a frown before saying something to Bucky, nodding in your direction. You kept your eyes on the counter, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet before you scratched around the tape of the bandage over the bullet wound absentmindedly.

Come on…. you thought Come on, approach me already, just come here….

“Here you go, miss.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking the cup off the counter before you started pouring sugar into it just to stall, and finally heard someone clear their throat behind you.

Bingo.

You looked over your shoulder and turned around, your jaw dropping.

“Come on,” you let out a giggle, “Is this real?”

Bucky smiled slightly and pursed his lips together as if he wasn’t familiar with the gesture, “Uh…hi.”

“Hi!” you said, your voice way too high pitched for a moment, “Wow. We meet again, my hero.”

His smile widened and he rubbed the back of his neck, “How’s your arm?”

“Healing,” you ran a finger over the tape of the bandage, “I didn’t die, that’s something. But the doctor said that was the worst bullet wound he had ever seen in his life.”

Bucky frowned, “Wait, really?”

“No, I’m just trying to look badass,” you admitted, making him chuckle, “They didn’t even think it needed stitches.”

“Ah,” he said and motioned at your uniform, “So you’re a…?”

You scrunched up your nose in what you hoped to be a cute manner and shot him an abashed look, “I know. I thought the exact same thing when I first saw myself in it.”

“I doubt that,” he mumbled more to himself and you tilted your head, batting your lashes.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, “So the uniform?”

“I work at this milkshake shop just around the corner,” you said, “Apparently retro shops are popular nowadays. It’s supposed to look like this pin up style— can you tell me what’s wrong with the dress so that I can tell the owner what a ridiculous idea it is?”

He opened his mouth and closed it again, looking you up and down, “I don’t- it’s-“ he stammered “You know, it was such a long time ago. I think it looks perfectly fine.”

“Does it?”

“Absolutely.”

You grinned at him, “Well in any case, you should drop by sometime. Milkshakes are better than the uniform, I promise.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, “Yeah! I would’ve invited you sooner but by the time I was done at the hospital you had already left, and they also told me you paid for the whole thing and the taxi, so…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he waved a hand, “It’s nothing.”

You bit down on your lip, “If you don’t mind me asking,” you said softly, “Why did you leave in a hurry? I mean obviously you didn’t have to stay, I’m sure you’re very busy and—“

“No no, it’s nothing like that,” Bucky cut you off, “I just didn’t want you to think you owed me anything, that’s all.”

“Huh,” you clicked your tongue, “I see. I was wondering what the catch was, didn’t have to wait that long. That’s good to know.”

He raised his brows, amused for some reason, “What’s the catch?”

“You’re too much of a gentleman.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not really,” you taunted him “Just unfamiliar.”

His gaze lingered on you as you took a sip of your coffee, keeping your eyes on him.

“I hope you got home safe though,” he said after a beat and you thought for a moment.

“I did, and now I know to stay away from dark alleys in New York,” you said, “Lesson learned I’d say.”

“You’re not from around here?”

“I- no, I actually moved here just a month ago,” you said, “I grew up in a small town, we didn’t really have robbers or anything. And I managed to get mugged within the first thirty days in a big city. A true New York experience, I feel like I belong here already.”

“Your folks must be losing their minds if you attract trouble that fast in the city.”

“No one is losing their minds, it’s just me,” you said and when you saw his quizzical glances, you felt the need to explain. “I grew up with my grandma and I lost her a year ago, so…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Ah it’s okay,” you said, “She wouldn’t want me to live in sadness, she told me that herself. You can’t focus on what ifs, you know? We just decide what to do with the time left for us and that’s it. Past would drive all of us crazy otherwise.”

He looked almost surprised at your take on loss and when you saw the soft light in his eyes, you knew you had just hit jackpot.

“You’re a glass half full kind of person, huh?”

Nope, I’m more of a “use the glass as a weapon” kind of person.

“Yeah,” you said, “There are enough pessimists in the world, and they don’t need me within their ranks. No one really did anything nice by thinking the worst anyways.”

“Oh you were definitely not raised here.”

Your jaw dropped, “You know what Mr. Barnes, I’d take that as an offense but lucky for you, you saved me the other day, so I’ll let that slide.”

“Mm hm,” He looked like he was struggling with himself not to laugh, “Lucky me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully, then checked your wristwatch.

“I should probably go, my boss cares a lot about punctuality,” you said, “But is it okay if I gave you my number?”

He stared at you for a couple of seconds as if he couldn’t believe you.

“Wait- really?”

“I mean I was going to wait until you asked me, but apparently you’re too much of a gentleman,” you joked as he hastily grabbed his phone from his pocket and handed it to you. You typed in your number, then saved it.

Y/N (The Milkshake Girl)

Bucky tilted his head, his brows furrowed, “What, you didn’t think I’d recognize your name?”

“Well it’s better to be safe than sorry,” you joked, “Besides you should really come by sometime. We have the best chocolate milkshakes. It’s on the house.”

He smiled, “I will.”

You took a step, then held your breath and turned around as if you had just remembered something.

As if it wasn’t all practiced.

“But not after 4 on Mondays and Wednesdays,” you said, “I volunteer at the soup kitchen then.”

That light in his eyes was almost gentle, as if he was worried he could hurt you just by looking at you, but couldn’t stop himself from doing so.

“I’ll see you not after 4 on Mondays and Wednesdays then,” he said and you giggled, then turned around and walked to the door. Sam was watching you with a small, proud grin on his lips so you waved at him and left the coffee shop, still holding the warm cup tightly in your hand.

As soon as you were sure you were out of their sight, you dropped the smile, exhaled a relaxed breathe and grabbed your phone to touch the contact on the screen.

“I’m sorry, our delivery service is down right now,” the voice said and you scratched around the tape on your arm before telling her the code;

“That’s okay, I can wait until the rain stops.”

There was a click on the other line and soon enough you heard the assistant’s voice.

“Hello?”

“This is Shrike, put me through the General.”

“Of course, a second please,” she said and you tossed the cup into the garbage can, then General’s voice reached you.

“Shrike?”

“Sir, I just called to inform you that I’ve contacted the target for the second time,” you said, “Everything is going according to plan, my report will be on your desk by tonight.”

“He didn’t suspect anything?”

“No sir.”

“Okay,” he said, “Don’t move too fast, alright? We don’t want to spook him.”

“Of course.”

“And Shrike?” he said, “Good job.”

A smile lit up your face, “Thank you sir,” you said and hung up, closing your eyes and leaning back to the wall.

“Okay,” you whispered to yourself, “You got this, he’s just another target. Let the games begin.”

Chapter 5

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