#I'll probably write a whole new one later today knowing me

[a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual]

I can't think of a title for these clone wars headcanons

Ahsoka does this thing that never fails to get a laugh out of the people around her and it’s the fact that she calls herself an angel whenever someone calls her out for doing something bad or reminds her of something she’s done she’ll look around before going “Who me? I’m an angel”

Which has the whole group bent over laughing hysterically sometimes they’re able to choke out a sentence that sounds like “Jedi aren’t supposed to lie” or something along those lines 

So I’ve had this idea for a while but I feel like something along the lines of sign language would be necessary for the troops to know if they’re on a stealth mission 

And even tho the Jedi don’t need to sign with each other it’s kind of common practice for them to learn some to communicate with the troops

Some signs can differ from troop to troop but they’re close enough that they’re easy to understand and it’s very rare that the other troop will get confused 

Sometimes those signs will leak off the field and into their day-to-day lives most of the time the troops will use signs to be kind to their Jedi who have migraines after a difficult battle but the signs are used the most around Anakin

I feel like it would be pretty easy for Jedi to get overstimulated especially if they’re as powerful as Anakin so it’s not uncommon for him to go nonverbal after a battle or if he’s in a force rich place

If he’s only kind of overwhelmed he’ll use Ahsoka and Obi-Wan as his interpreters and talk through their bonds but sometimes even that is too much so signs like “please” “thank you” “sorry” “hungry” “thirsty” “more” or “I’m okay” become pretty commonplace

It’s not enough to hold an in-depth conversation but that usually works in Anakin’s favor because drawn-out conversations tend to make him nonverbal for longer periods

When Anakin Ahsoka and Obi-Wan are stressed it shows up when they’re asleep 

Anakin sleep talks whenever he’s even slightly worried about something he’s woken poor Ahsoka and Obi-Wan up more times than the duo can count by saying stuff like “Hey hey are you awake?” while he’s out like a light

It freaks the duo out because he’s weirdly eloquent in his sleep bro is holding entire conversations do those conversations make sense to anyone but him? No but they’re conversations nonetheless

Ahsoka sleepwalks it doesn’t matter what happens during the day if it even slightly stresses her out she’s up and out of bed the second she’s slightly asleep it scared the force out of Anakin the first time she sleepwalked in their quarters because she was just standing over him menacingly 

The first time Obi-Wan was introduced to Ahsoka’s sleepwalking was during a sleepover that the trio was having and he had just drifted off to sleep when he heard the buzz of two lightsabers in the other room

Both he and Anakin walked into the kitchen to find Ahsoka standing with her sabers activated she wasn’t in a fighting stance by any means so they could easily disarm her but all Anakin did was ask “You want water snips?” and she nodded while holding out her sabers which he easily grabbed

Only after Ahsoka had a nice glass of water and laid back down did Obi-Wan ask questions the main one being “Is that normal?” and Anakins replies “Well the sabers are new” like someone talking about the weather 

It wasn’t until morning that the trio discovered Anakin and Ahsoka’s kitchen table was cut in half the togruta was incredibly apologetic but Anakin was just impressed that she managed to do it without waking them

Normally Obi-Wan snores like a lawn mower but when he’s stressed he grinds his teeth the real kicker is he grinds them so hard that it’s just as loud as the snoring and the only difference is the poor man wakes up with a sore locked jaw

One time Anakin heard a shiny say that they could never tell what Ahsoka was thinking and the other commented that she’s “like a vault” which had him doubled over in almost painful laughter 

When one of them finally gained the courage to ask him what was so funny he just said “If you wanna know what she’s thinking look at her face” and he’s not wrong girly has the most expressive face it’s like looking at glass

But the people who love her hope that trait never changes cause there’s nothing quite like seeing her face twist as she has to talk to some dirtbag or light up when she gets a compliment 

Recently I got some ideas when it comes to Clone Wars characters and baking

Anakin is one of the best damn cooks in the galaxy he’s also really good at making a meal out of virtually nothing it’s scary impressive but on the other hand the man can’t bake for shit

Cause with cooking measurements aren’t really needed in fact on Tatooine people would scoff if you asked for them but it’s kind of the opposite for baking unless you’ve been doing it for a very long time

So Anakin “Just pour it until it looks good” Skywalker hates baking with a burning passion which is funny because he’s got a sweet tooth the size of a gundark

Ahsoka’s only really used to cooking by Anakin’s side which results in her only really remembering half the recipe like girl can mince like no one else but she can’t make a full dish without calling Anakin to ask for help 

But baking is where this girl thrives she loves to bake and try new recipes which works out because Anakin’s the human equivalent of a garbage disposal with the aforementioned sweet tooth

Cody is pretty proficient at cooking and baking he doesn’t do anything fancy and he doesn’t really like doing either he mostly learned out of necessity cause

Obi-Wan and Rex can’t cook or bake for shit and they’re perfectly fine with that fact like they’re a-ok with living off government rations if it means they never have to step foot in a kitchen 

Padme sweet angel lovely girl thinks she can cook and bake can she….. No

But the thing is she tries so hard and puts her whole heart and soul into her cooking and baking so everyone tries to act like she can it’s the galaxies best kept secret and it’s one that everyone’s happy to keep

There was one time when that secret was almost spilled on Ahsoka’s birthday when Padme offered to make her cake and no one could warn the poor girl cause that would spoil the surprise party

All Anakin could do to rectify the situation was buy a cake from his and Ahsoka’s favorite bakery and hide it in their quarters after the party

During the actual party Anakin pulled her off to the side to warn her just before the cake could be brought out and from an outsider's perspective it looked like a sweet moment between the siblings 

But in actuality all was going on this “Soka you know how you said I was the best master you could ask for” “Yes I said it when I first walked in are you finally going senile” “Well remember all that love when I ask you for the biggest favor” “which is?” “Padme made your cake” “No” “And I need you to act like you love it” “Anakin please if you love me at all” “If you love me you’ll eat the cake and tell her you love it and once the parties over you’ll get to eat your favorite cake in the whole wide world”

And they kind of just sit there and Anakin swears a few tears fall before Ahsoka says “Fine” and he hugs the everloving force out of her before they walk over to eat a slice of the galaxy's prettiest abomination 

[mafiadad5]

Teach me to not love, Epilouge: Haechan’ s Journal.

Read: Teach me to not love -> Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

W/c- 1.3k

Now playing: Journey Mercies- Mark Lee

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Journal Entry #1 – The Day You Left

I messed up.

I keep replaying her face from that night— when it all finally hit her. She looked so exhausted, so tired. Not just physically, but like her soul had been carrying too much for too long.

Yeah, Jaemin was part of it, but so was I. Probably more than I want to admit.

I tried to protect her, but it was too late— and in the worst way. I thought just being there, having feelings, meant I was doing something right, but love isn't enough if your actions don't show up with it.

I wanted to explain everything. I wanted her to scream, to cry, to throw something, anything but just walk away, but I slipped up, and made it worse. Everything she said before she left... about me ending up alone... it hurt. Not because it was new, but because I've told myself that for years. Hearing it from her made it real though. Because she tried, she gave me a chance, and I blew it.

I drank myself sick that night. Don't even remember calling her. But when I woke up and saw her there— water on the nightstand, trash can by the bed, I knew I didn't deserve her.

I don't really know if I'm writing this for her or for me, maybe both.

But I know one thing: I want to be better. I have to be.

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Journal Entry #2 – A Week After You Left

Therapy's weird.

I hate silence, but this kind of silence... it pulls the words out of you. And once I start talking, it's like I can't stop.

Today I told him I feel like I ruin every good thing that touches my life. That even my own parents didn't really want to deal with me. He asked when I learned to survive like that.

I didn't say anything at first, then I said everything.

We talked about control, about how I hold back, how I try to manage pain by never letting anyone get too close.

I realized something. I didn't just want her, I wanted the moment she chose me and I wanted to hold on to that moment forever. That's not love, that's fear dressed up as romance.

Real love lets people walk away, and still hope they find peace.

I'm starting to understand that.

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Journal Entry #3 – One Month Later

If she ever comes back, and that's a big if... I'm not going to be the guy who just says, "I've changed."

I want her to see it. 

I'll show her patience. Speak softly, even when I'm hurting. I'll listen, even when I want to argue.

If she needs space, I'll give it. If she says no, I'll respect it. If she doubts me, I'll understand.

Clarity is something I need to meet, not fight.

Now, I just want to deserve her.

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Journal Entry #4 – The Night You Came Back

She came back.

It felt like coming up for air after being underwater too long.

She looked different, not in a physical way, but like... whole. Like she found pieces of herself I never even realized she lost.

When she said she was willing to try again— slowly, I didn't feel like I got her back. I felt like I was being given a chance to love her right this time.

And that's the only way this works.

If this is all we are... soft steps forward, quiet moments, a journal and a promise, I'll take it.

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Journal Entry #5 – One Month Later

We're still taking it slow.

Some people think slow means uncertain. Like we're tiptoeing around something fragile, but it doesn't feel like that.

It feels calm. Like we're both learning to breathe again in the same space, at our own pace.

She smiles more now. Not the kind of smile that hides things. This one's different, it's soft, real, and sometimes when she doesn't know I'm watching, it breaks my heart in the best way.

I didn't know watching someone else heal could feel like healing too.

I still get urges to rush— reach for her hand, kiss her, ask if she's mine yet, but I don't act on them. Not out of fear, but out of respect.

And honestly? I like this version of us.

If love is slow and steady, I'm finally ready for that kind.

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Journal Entry #6 – Two Months Later

I think I'm ready to ask her out.

Not in the casual, "let's see where this goes" way. I mean for real, with intention.

I've thought about what I'd say. I'd tell her this isn't about our past, it's about what we've built through it.

That loving her like this— slow and steady... with care, has been the best thing I've ever done.

If she says no, I'll be okay.

That's how I know I'm really ready. I don't need her to say yes to feel whole. I don't need her to love me back to believe I'm worth loving.

Still... I really hope she says yes.

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Journal Entry #7 – Five Months Later

She said yes.

I asked her while we were walking, hands in my pockets, stumbling over my words. I was so nervous, it probably didn't even make sense.

She laughed, then she smiled and said yes.

It wasn't fireworks, it wasn't some big cinematic moment. It was quiet and it meant everything. 

We're not perfect. We still have tough days, we still talk things through slowly, but now there's honesty.

She doesn't wonder if I'll change. I don't worry if she'll leave.

We both did the work. First alone, then together and now we're here. Still growing,  still healing, but in love— for real this time.

And if this is where the story ends... I wouldn't change a single word.

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You stayed up later than you meant to. The apartment was quiet, just the hum of the AC and the soft rhythm of Haechan breathing beside you, out cold after insisting he "wasn't tired" and falling asleep twenty minutes into the movie.

The journal sat open in your lap.

You hadn't expected him to hand it over so casually tonight. Just said, "If you're ready... I think I want you to read this now."

And you were ready, you didn't realize it until the first few lines, then you couldn't stop.

Entry after entry— his fear, his shame, the way he tried and failed, and tried again. The way he broke things, the way he realized he wanted to fix them... not just for you, but for himself. The way he started to become someone better, even before you said yes.

You wiped your cheeks more than once.

Not because it was sad— but because it was honest.

And now, sitting here in the glow of the hallway light, with his words still fresh in your mind and his arm gently brushing yours in sleep, you felt it for real. 

You weren't the same girl who spiraled at parties and mistook chaos for love. He wasn't the same boy who ran when things got too real. You both unraveled and then rebuilt yourselves in the quiet, and in doing that, you somehow found each other again, not as broken people clinging to each other, but as two whole people finally learning how to hold love the right way.

You closed the journal, laid it on the nightstand, and slid under the covers beside him. He stirred slightly, mumbling your name like it was instinct. You smiled to yourself, letting your fingers trace gentle patterns along his back.

You weren't sure what the future held, but tonight, you were sure of this:

You were healed. You were in love. And this time, you weren't losing yourself to keep him.

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a/n- hi guys ! Thank you so much for reading, I truly hope you enjoyed it. I poured so much of myself into this, so it’s a little bittersweet to let it go… but also kind of a relief, lol.

Just a quick reminder: part one, two, and the beginning of three portray a VERY toxic version of love. This is not how you deserve to be treated, so If you ever find yourself in a similar situation— run 😭.

And with that… goodbye 💋 <333

© mafiadad5 2025

[pomefioredove]

Hi!

Can I have a sugar cookie, #13, with chocolate drizzle, please? :3

- [|87

I SWEAR YOU GUYS ALWAYS CHOOSE THE BEST ONES

order #13, sugar with chocolate drizzle

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ a new deuce

tropes: exes to lovers characters: deuce additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not yuu, this is so cute word count: 800

You had known a lot of very, very different people.

Deuce Spade is two of those.

It had been, of course, a few years since you'd seen him last; after you broke up with him, you didn't want to be friends.

When he left for Night Raven College, you didn't want to write.

You had tried to forget about it. About him. It was nothing but a silly teenage romance, you told yourself. And it was for the best. He had a lot of growing up to do, after all, and your family really didn't want you spending time around a...

...Well, a delinquent.

Not that you thought of him like that.

On the contrary, you saw something of him that was good. You saw the Deuce Spade that loved his mother, that stood against unfairness, that cared about you.

It was a dream, and a happy one at that, but all dreams end eventually.

You couldn't waste your life waiting for him to grow up.

"Hi! Hi, hey!"

You look up.

Though the voices in the crowd of White Rabbit Fest blended together into one symphony of laughter and shouts and bugles, you could have sworn that was-

"I can't believe it's you!"

Out of the crowd comes a very... festive looking Deuce Spade.

You wouldn't have recognized him if it wasn't for that silly smile- his hair is combed and no longer banana-yellow, his voice has deepened, and he's wearing...

Bunny ears.

You blink. "...Deuce?"

"Ah-ah, sorry. You probably didn't recognize me in the costume," he says.

That's the least of it, you think.

"What're you doing here? I thought you're going to-"

"-To Night Raven College, yeah," he beams. "I'm just home for the weekend. I brought some friends for the festival."

You look over his shoulder, half-expecting to see a biker gang, but it's... a silver-haired boy dozing off against a topiary, a small robot chatting with a petite lavender-haired girl- no, boy, and a person with a whining direbeast tugging at their coat sleeve.

They're all very... pastel?

"...I see," you say. "...So... um, how's school?"

"It's great! I'm learning lots, and meeting so many new people. I'm on track to becoming an honors student! Well... um, kind of, anyway. How's town? How's your family? And school, how's-"

You hold a finger to his lips, which effectively silences him.

"Slow down," you say, withdrawing your finger. "...I think your mom needs you."

Deuce turns to see Dylla waving at the two of you, a knowing smile on her face. You wave back.

"O-oh. Right. I'll catch up with you later, then," he says, reluctantly returning to his school friends.

Quite honestly, you weren't expecting to see Deuce after that.

His group looked pretty busy, and with the news that they'd entered the traditional race against a different group of delinquents, and won, you were sure he'd have forgotten about you.

It seems that today is just full of surprises.

"H-hey, wait up!"

On your sunset-lit walk back home, after the festivities had ended, he catches up.

You stop and turn to see him panting, having run all the way from the town center. Before you can say anything, he shoves a bunch of flowers in your hands.

"Listen!" he says, a familiar look of conviction on his face. "I-I want to apologize for the way I acted when you knew me. You deserved a boyfriend you could be proud of, not one like me. I'm not that person anymore, I'm a new Deuce, and, um... you're... um, really, really great, and you deserve the whole world, and even though I couldn't give that to you back then, I hope the boyfriend you have now can! If not, I'll... uh, I'll write him a very strongly worded letter!"

You blink, listening to his rambling. He's all over the place, as per usual, but you can somehow still keep up.

Slowly, you smile.

"Deuce,"

He's still panting, both from the run and his long-winded speech. "...What?"

"I don't have a boyfriend,"

It's his turn to stare. Then, he smiles.

"Good. I-I mean, not good. I didn't mean it like- Damn it, I meant-"

You effectively silence him with a kiss on his cheek, a method you used many times when you were together.

Deuce blushes and stammers, his fingers grazing over the place you'd kissed him. You're happy to see it's still effective.

But this time, it feels more... genuine. More him. More like the good boy that you saw hidden behind his tough delinquent years ago.

You can't help but wonder what else has changed.

The sun is getting lower in the sky, and you know your family will be calling you for dinner soon. You look back at Deuce with a smile.

"I'll write you, okay? You'll have to tell me everything about Night Raven- and yourself... I'm eager to meet this new Deuce, you know,"

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Hoop Dreams

a/n: Took a hiatus but @yelenaslyubov inspired me to come back and write a story !! I hope you enjoy. Submit something good in my requests and maybe I'll do it...👀

Jock Kate Bishop X f!reader

Word Count: 3158

Warnings: Smut ! kinda homoerotic friendship vibes to start. 18+

Summary: Everyone except you and Kate can see you are both very clearly in love with one another.

If anybody knew what it was like to be in love with your best friend and everyone but you knew it, it was you. On the outside, to basically anyone who looked at the two of you, you were unequivocally in love. To you, she was your best friend, someone you’d do anything for, anytime, anywhere and did she make you feel like you were on the top of the world every time you saw her? Yeah maybe. But she’s your best friend. 

You and Kate met a little over 2 years ago and while you were often crossing paths before that, you never seemed to directly make contact. Until one day you had a conversation with her and from there on it was like you were making up any excuse imaginable to bump into her again. That probably should’ve been your first sign that you had a crush but at the time you just thought you finally found someone you clicked so well with. After a few more convos here and there you finally decided to find her on Instagram and one DM later the rest was history. You guys have talked every day since then. Kate played on the basketball team at your college, you worked on the game day operations team as floor director for that team. It’s honestly surprising that it took 2 years at the school for your paths to cross. It was usually your favourite part of your week getting to watch Kate hoop. She was by far the best player on your team averaging 28 points per game. As floor director you get to be in charge of how things happen and making sure they all run smoothly such as player intros, halftime contests and post game interviews. So you tried your best to watch her play as much as you could but sometimes you get caught up doing bigger responsibilities that get poured on your plate. 

Today, you were up in the broadcast booth where the cameras and commentators were running up a last minute message request to read out at the end of the fourth quarter. One of your other close friends Yelena worked one of the broadcast cameras. Yelena has been a long time friend, and one of those people that are outside of yours and Kate’s friendship who clearly see what you two can’t. 

“Hey Lena, how’s the game going from up here.” You say after climbing 3 flights of stairs to get to her. 

“Pretty good, your girl is just crossed someone to hit a bank 3” she says with a wink. 

You roll your eyes at her comment but couldn’t help but smile after watching the replay on the video board. 

“Looks like she’s going for a new season high” she says as the number next to Kate’s name goes up to 36. 

“Whole lotta game left, maybe career high.” You replied as you saw the minutes wind down in the 3rd. 

“Do you have anywhere else to run to?” Yelena asked. 

“Not right now”

“Sit and stay for a minute with me then I’m lonely sometimes up here.” She says with her goofy ass grin. 

You smile and shake your head as you pull up a chair next to her. Kate hits a buzzer beater middy to finish the 3rd and you’re smiling ear to ear. 

“Look at you y/n”

“What?”

“Your stupid grin.”

You just stare at her pissed off as she laughs. 

“Come on- when are you going to admit that the air is thick and the tension is there every single time you guys hang out.” 

“Lena it’s just not like that, we’re just friends. Besides, I don’t even know if she likes girls, we’re close but she’s only ever really mentioned men since I met her.”

“Y/n c'mon you can’t be that nice at basketball and not be gay.” She said with a laugh. “We all know Paige Bueckers and Azzi aren’t foolin’ anyone.”

“Uh huh”

“Either way y/n/n, I see the way she scans the arena for you when she’s on the bench.”

“Well if that’s true, then I better get down there so she can see me can’t I.” You say in a snarky tone. 

“Leaving me for your girlfriend, typical.” She says jokingly. 

“She’s not my girlfriend Belova.”

“Yeah whatever, I just know that in 2 minutes when that clock winds down to zero you’re the first person she’s looking for.”

“Guess we’ll see” you say and shrug. 

You made it back down the floor level with 30 seconds left on the clock. As time winds down, her teammate inbounds the ball to her as she slowly takes it up the court and lets the time fall off. They were already up by 18 at this point and Kate had a career game with 48 points. 

You’re walking down past the courtside seats as the buzzer goes off and she sees you from the other end of the court. The two of your bodies relax as your pupils dilate at the sight of one another. You both walk together with haste and you give her the biggest, sweatiest hug. 

“Congrats on your new career high Kate” you say to her as she holds you tighter in her arms. 

“Thanks y/l/n. Hit that bow & arrow celly just for you tonight.” She says jokingly with a wink. 

Kate’s teammates come rushing over and empty their Gatorade bottles over her head as they all jump celebrating her new record. The media quickly rushes in and you lose sight of her as they pull her aside for the post game interview. 

You see her motion one second to the media as they’re putting the headset on her.

“Y/n! Y/n!” She says calling over to you, “don’t leave, imma come find you after this.”

You softly smile and nod your head at her and go start listening to how your crew is doing on the walkies. Post game can get a little hectic so it’s not the end of the world if you need to lock in for a second and finish your game day duties. 

The two of you were taking sneaky glances at one another while you were both working. You loved watching her bask in all her success with her team and the fans. She loved watching you just do what you're great at too. Her hitting a career high was nothing compared to the dopamine she knew she was going to feel celebrating it with you tonight. 

Kate finished up her interviews and you watched as she tossed her towel over her shoulder and walked over to you collecting papers at the scoring table. 

“Here” Kate says, opening her hand to you. 

“What?”

“Let me carry those for you.”

“Kate you just played a whole game, I think I can manage a few papers on my own.”

Kate rolled her eyes and extended her hand again, putting emphasis on it this time. 

You gave her an “are you serious” look and knew she wasn’t going to give up so you smacked them down in her hand. 

“Ow papercut!” She says “haha kidding”

You’re shaking your head with a smile on your face. She’s the goofiest person you know but it is one of her most adorable traits. 

Kate walks with you back to the main office to put the papers away and like a golden retriever, she is immediately intrigued by everything surrounding her. 

“Wowwww what’s this!!” She said pointing at about 50 different things. Most people would get annoyed with someone asking 101 questions but with her you could do it forever. It's part of what makes you guys such good…friends. 

You went to put away your walkies and ear pieces but the basket the extra cases go in was on a High shelf. You kept jumping trying to grab it but your finger tips could just barely graze the bottom of the box. Kate saw you struggling and came over to help. You were on your tippy toes when all of a sudden she was right next to you, towering over you grabbing the basket. You were looking right up at her, nearly a couple inches from her face as she looked down at you. 

clears throat “thanks” you say. 

“What are tall friends for!” Kate says in a super excited voice. For a second there, Yelena got in your head. But Kate clearly not seeing the same thing to you just said that there is nothing there between you two and you were clearly right. 

“Don’t you need to go shower”

“What do I smell or something y/l/n?” She said with this stupid cocky smirk on her face. 

“Yes. Like ass - go shower” 

Kate’s smile just drops off her face as she lunges towards you and wraps her arms around you. 

“Ew Kate stop!!” You were saying as she was laughing wrapping her sweaty arms around you. “You didn’t seem to mind earlier, what’s the problem now?”

“Earlier I was impressed with your new career high. Now it’s old news”

“Wowwwwww” she says with her mouth wide open “guess I’ll just have to drop 50 for you next week to love me again” 

“Make it 55” you said with a wink. 

“Done.”

“You did look good out there today though seriously.”

“Is that all I am to you y/n? A piece of meat?” She says sarcastically with a fake gasp. 

“Yeah basically”

“Wow okay well then how does this make you feel?” She asks and flex’s her arms. 

“Oh- so very aroused” you say overly sarcastic

“Thought so.” Kate replied as you both giggled at each other. 

“Sooo since I helped you carry all those super heavy papers are you going to help me grab my stuff from the bench and bring it back to the locker room?”

You stare at her and roll your eyes as you reluctantly say “I guess so”

At this point the two of you have been doing crap in the office for so long that almost everyone has cleared out from the stadium. You head back out there to grab her warm up shirt and other items as you walk back through the tunnel to the change room. She opens the door as you stand outside. 

“Come on, what are you doing?”

“I’m allowed back there?”

“Yes y/n, besides nobody’s even here they all showered and left already.”

“Okay if you say so…”

You walked back with her as she threw her stuff in her stall. 

“I’m going to shower, you gonna wait for me?”

“Sure yeah”

“Okay cool, feel free to hang out in my stall I’ll be back in a bit.”

You sat there looking at all of the stuff people had in their stalls. Kate didn’t have too much, it was honestly fairly organized, you were surprised. She had a couple of pairs of shoes, water bottles, extra shorts and shirts and at the very back of it, a polaroid of you taped for her to see before every gameday. The thought of her looking at you before she steps on the court every time made you blush a little. 

“Y/n can you come here!” You hear yelling from the showers. 

You walk over and ask her what’s up. 

“Can you grab me some extra soap? This one ran out. It should be in the closet to the right of you”

“Sure” you reply and go grab some. You walked over to her shower stall and pushed the curtain aside just enough for your arm to squeeze through without seeing anything. “Here you go”

“Thanks babe” she says as she grabs it. Her hand grazes yours and you can’t help but all of a sudden feel a little nervous, chills running down your spine. Fuck Yelena. She majorly got in your head. Did you have feelings for Kate? You don’t want to ruin your friendship and she clearly doesn’t like you like that so stop thinking like that!

“I’ll um be back in the locker area” you say with a slight voice crack

“Ok!”

You’re scrolling TikTok to try to take your mind off of whatever the hell that was that just happened when Kate walks out into the changeroom, wrapped in a towel with wet hair. You cross your legs and clear your throat before saying anything.

“You’ve been acting weird today, is everything alright?” She asks.

“Yeahhh, I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Women problems?” She says looking over at you with a smirk and a laugh as she reaches to grab her clothing. Her silver chain dangling down as she bends back up.

“What? Pffft. No. Why would you say that?”

“I’m kidding…I know you can’t have woman problems when you’re too busy being in love with me.”

You feel a lump in your throat develop and Kate lets out a laugh insinuating she was kidding but then gives you a weird face when it wasn’t immediately reciprocated. 

Kate leaves for a second and comes back around the corner wearing only a sports bra and a clean pair of basketball shorts.

“You need to relax y/l/n. You are seriously tense, let me help.” she says as she comes behind you and starts rubbing your shoulders.

The slight touch had a pool developing in your pants. Not good, so not good. 

She is working your shoulders and neck and starts rubbing down your chest a little, you let out a little whimper hoping to god she didn’t notice. “That feel good?” She whispered in your ear, you could feel her warm breath making all the hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

“Mhmm” was all you could get out. You could feel her smirk from behind. 

All of a sudden you felt her lips ever so slightly graze your neck. And then again, and again as she left a trail of kisses down to your shoulder. You let out another moan at the feeling that you have been craving since the day you two met and you just didn’t know it. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do this.” she whispers. 

Kate spins you around so you’re facing her. Her soft lips connect with yours as her hand comes up to your neck and runs through your hair pulling your face in tight to hers. 

“Me too” you gasp out in between kisses.

She pulls you up not breaking your make out session and gently slams you against the lockers. You could feel her tugging at the hem of your shirt wanting it off. You pull it over your head so quickly as Kate immediately starts kissing down your chest. You feel her left hand go around your back and in one quick motion unhook your bra perfectly as it falls to the floor. 

“Wow, you are gorgeous.” she says as she takes you all in. “I have been dreaming about this forever.”

“Oh yeah?” You reply in a flirtatious tone. “What happens in your dreams?”

“Well pretty much exactly this…and then maybe something else…” She says as her finger tips graze the inside of your waistband. Seeking your approval with a simple look, you quickly nod your head yes. 

Kate’s hand quickly sinks into your pants, as she slowly starts to rub between your lips. She manages to find the perfect spot to make you squirm from her touch. 

“That feel good, baby?”

“Y-yes, s-so good.”

You feel Kate push a finger in and your knees nearly buckled from under you. You try to hold yourself up as soft moans escape your lips. Kate kissing you as her fingers make you feel unspeakable things. It felt like Kate knew your body like it was her 100th time doing this. She just knew all the right places to rub and the speed that you needed her at. 

She puts another finger in you and you moan her name loud enough that anyone outside of the changeroom could hear. “Shhhh baby” she says. 

Her hand thrusting into you as she leaves small hickies on your neck for anyone to see. 

“Kate- I’m getting so close.” You mumble out.

“All I want. Is to feel you cum all over my fingers.” she says in the most insanely seductive tone.

You were pushed to your edge the way she was speaking in your ear and released all over her. Her thrusts slowing down as your body starts to give out; she catches you and brings you over to her stall to sit down. 

You catch your breath for a second as you look over to see her throwing on her shirt. Fuck she looked hot in the sports bra. The way her arms looked and how toned she was. 

“Leaving already?” You ask her.

“No baby, just getting my things together so we can go back to my apartment and I can treat you properly.”

“That wasn’t proper?” You say with a laugh.

“y/n, you have no idea the things I’m going to make you feel tonight.”

Fuck that confidence was hot. She was hot. How are you just now discovering this after being friends with her for this long. 

You just stare at her in awe of that performance and what she just said.

“Here’s the plan baby, we are going to go back to my place and hop in the shower together. I'm going to make you cum in the shower this time, so hard that when I take you for a nice dinner afterwards, walking is going to be a challenge. Then we are going to come back to my apartment and I am going to kiss every inch of you, tell you how beautiful you are and hold you until you fall asleep in my arms.”

You just look at her and nod your head in approval. 

“Let’s go love.” she says, extending her hand to help you up. She hands you your clothing as the two of you gather all your stuff to head out.

Kate grabs your hand and holds it tight as you walk out of the changeroom to go back to her place. As soon as you turn the corner to leave, there stands Yelena looking at the two of you walk out of the changeroom disheveled and holding hands. 

“I KNEW IT” she screamed. 

You were practically hiding in your shirt from her as Kate just smirked and looked at you and looked back at Yelena. 

“It’s always been her, what can I say?” Kate says to Lena.

“Be safe you two, I don’t want to be an aunt just yet.” She says as she walks away.

You both laugh and head out. Looking over at Kate still catching glimpses of one another when the other isn’t looking. Fuck she really is the one. 

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[xoxo-nikki-xoxo]

I miss you.

Prompt: “ I don't miss you.” “Look me in the eyes and say it, then I'll leave.” Thorin Oakensheild X Gen Neutral!Reader.  Neutral 

Notes from me: Here's the winning fic of the poll!! I am obsessed with the way this fic has turned out. The Angst, the emotions! I can't! The tense I created ugh I need some soft cute fics after this one. Enjoy everyone! I will be posting the Fili fic later this week and probably the Kili fic after. As always, requests are open. You can either send in a prompt that you create or send one to my asks using the prompt lists I have created or reposted on my blog.

He didn’t leave on a good note.

When he told you he was returning to Erebor to reclaim his throne, it ended in a fight. You had begged him, begged, to let you go with him. But the answer had always been the same.

No.

That word still echoes in your chest, cold and bruising. It’s been months since you last saw him. Months of silence. You don’t even know what you are to each other anymore. He was still your one… but after the way he left? You’re not sure what to feel. When the ravens came to the Blue Mountains, they carried news: Erebor had been reclaimed. The dragon Smaug was dead. Thorin Oakenshield had done what he set out to do. It was good news. Truly. But it wasn’t yours. You should have been there, standing beside him, fighting beside the Company. Instead, you were left behind with only unanswered letters and the hollow ache of what could have been. The other dwarves around you began to pack, preparing to return to Erebor, to the mountain they once called home. But you hesitated.

You weren’t ready. You were still angry. Still hurt. Thorin had no right to tell you no. Not when you had stood by him through everything. Not when you'd given him your heart. And yet... You missed him. Life these past few months had been strange, quiet. You started a garden. Learned to bake bread. Built a routine without him. But no matter what you were doing, digging in the soil, kneading dough, part of your mind was always elsewhere.

Where is he now?Has he eaten today?Did he survive? Is he whole?

The anticipation of a letter was agonizing. But now, standing with that letter in your hand, one penned by Balin, not Thorin, all you tasted was bitterness. 

Days turned to weeks. Weeks into months. And still, you didn’t pack. You didn’t move. You didn’t answer. Because how did you know if he still wanted you?

And worse... how did you know if you still wanted him?

So many things had gone unsaid.

It’s a stormy evening when a sudden, forceful knock echoes through the house, sharp and deliberate. You flinch. The wind howls behind it. With a huff, you rise from the couch and move toward the door. You swing it open and nearly stop breathing.

There he is.

Thorin Oakenshield.

Dripping wet, hair plastered to his shoulders, clothes soaked through. He looks like he walked through a tempest just to get here. And maybe... he did. Wordlessly, you step aside. He enters without hesitation.

“I’ve sent for you. Over a dozen times—” he begins, voice low and rough, like he hasn’t spoken out loud in a long time. You don’t meet his eyes. You can’t. Not yet. “I was worried something had happened,” he adds, setting his coat on the rack. He turns fully to face you, frowning slightly. He must see the expression on your face.

Not joy. Not relief. Something colder. Something sharp.

“I’ve seen them, yes. The letters,” you say quietly.

“There’s a but. Why?” His tone is strained. He takes a step closer, his presence instantly overpowering. You shift your weight.

Exhaling a breath you didn’t know you were holding, your gaze flickers upward, not quite meeting his. “But I can’t stop thinking I should have been there, Thorin. That I deserved to be there. There should’ve been no reason to send for me by raven, like I was some afterthought. You made that choice for me.” Your voice starts to rise, your hands trembling at your sides. “And to not even write it yourself? Not even a single word in your own hand? You don’t think I recognize your handwriting? You had Balin send those summons.”

“I don't think you understand me. You would have been a distraction. I know you can handle yourself. I know you are more than capable of making the journey. But you're a distraction. To me. I couldn't focus on the mission of reclaiming our home with you always on the back of my mind wondering where you are or if you were hur-” He takes two steps towards you, raising his hand to tuck some of your hair, but you then take four steps back away from him.

His hand drops like dead weight, returning to his side.

“I do understand!” you snap. “I understand that I spent four months terrified for your life. That I woke up every day wondering if the man I loved was dead. But apparently I wasn’t strong enough to stand beside you.”

He opens his mouth, but you cut him off.

“I’ve learned something while you were gone.” There’s a flicker of steel in your voice now, the confidence of someone who’s found their worth in solitude.

His brow furrows. “What is it?”

You swallow hard. Then say, with as much conviction as you can muster, “I don’t miss you.” A beat of silence.

“Look me in the eyes and say it,” he replies, stepping forward this time. You don’t move.

He gently lifts your chin, thumb resting beneath it, guiding your gaze to his. His touch is tender. Hesitant. Like he’s afraid you’ll break apart beneath his fingers. "Look. Me. In. The. Eyes. And say it,” he breathes, each word a quiet command laced with desperation. There’s a tremor in his breath. The faintest shimmer in his eyes. If you didn’t know him, you might have missed it but you don’t.

You know him. Your pulse races. Your heart screams. And still, your voice is barely a whisper. “I don’t miss you. I don’t miss the way you hid me. The way you kept me locked in a box labeled safe.” Your fingers brush his shirt. His body is so close, the heat of him cutting through the chill still clinging to his soaked clothes.

He doesn’t let you finish. “I miss you,” he says suddenly. The words crack open the dam. His whole hand cups your cheek now. He’s trembling too, just barely, but it’s there. “I know it’s not enough. I know I’ve hurt you. But I refuse to let you go without a fight. So if you truly want me to leave, then say it.”

He leans in, forehead brushing yours.

“But look me in the eyes and rip my heart out when you do.”

Silence.

Rain drums softly outside. Inside, your breath catches. And then, so quietly, it almost disappears between you.

“I miss you, too.”

[thenormalself]

@fairyblue-alchemist decided to put this in a post of its own bc it was getting FAR too long for a comment lol but just. beware. there is a lot here (A LOT !!!!!!!!) fbdjshanan

HI MARI !!!!!! BEAMS AT YOU SO WIDE ILYSM !!!!!

okay so ☝��� earlier this morning i rewatched the music video for one of will wood's songs called 'love, me normally' (comma placement is important i promise!!) and i am. still thinking about it this mv makes me CRAZY every time....

okay so basically. 'love, me normally' is the second to last song on will wood's 2020 album called 'the normal album' (it was remastered last year!! now under the name 'the new normal' with the new version being rerecords of the original songs and includes some live in studio demos of some of the songs on the album!!) and the thing with ☝️ second to last songs on will wood albums is that these songs always feel like they Should be the end of the album it's very inchresting...

(the rest of this is under a cut for good reason!!!! this got incredibly long I'm very sorry fbdhdbd but under the cut i yap about the major themes of the normal album (little sidenote on suburbia overture), how 'love, me normally' ties into these, and the imagery in the song's music video :D)

the second to last songs are usually the climax of the themes explored throughout the album (the normal album follows a major theme about conformity, and there's a bit of tradition vs. progressiveness that's pushed in there as well... a lot of will's music follows themes of mental illness as well due to his own experiences and that is Also very present in the normal album it's just. augh it's SO peak) and the last song is usually quite a bit more reflective and different in character to the rest of the album (the final song on this album is called 'memento mori'!! you Might recognise some bits of it?? the remastered edition of memento mori makes a reference to the layout of will's albums being Like This so it's nice to know that it's on purpose :3)

ANYWAY. anyway. i have gotten this far without even talking about the song yet what... so anyway :3

'love, me normally' is the climax of this theme of conformity - the narrator (who is probably just supposed be will wood himself but i'll call them The Narrator just to avoid confusion lol) pushes this idea that they just want to be loved for Who They Are, instead of needing to change to fit into societal standards

(this comes back to the comma placement i mentioned earlier!! the first song on this album, 'suburbia overture' (you may have noticed me losing my mind over this song many times i love it so much) has different names for each of its sections, and the final section is called 'love me, normally'! note the comma being in a different place this time - 'suburbia overture' works as. well. as an overture for the whole album (who would have guessed??) and this final section of it uses the same motifs as 'love, me normally' goes on to use later in the album :) the different placement of the comma in this title places more emphasis on 'normally', which ties into the theme of normality and conformity introduced in the first two sections of 'suburbia overture', which also sets the theme up for the rest of the album)

GOD SORRY THIS IS GETTING LONG........ nearly done i promise :) now going to talk about the music video :)

(took a Big Ol Break from writing this as i had the Dreaded Things To Do Today... i've reread what i've written but just. apologies if anything sounds Disjointed it has been about 8 hours </3)

so!! you can watch the music video here if you're interested :) it is SO fire i love it so dearly (warning for flashing lights/flashing images/eyestrain!)

the scenario the song is put into is that of a talk show!! this is interesting from the Very Beginning i like to think :) the little wwatv (i believe this is supposed to be a play on the commonly-used acronym for will's band, will wood and the tapeworms!! (i could yap about the tapeworms forever i fear but. different can of tapeworms for a different time......) it makes me very happy) graphic at the beginning (i keep meaning to screencap this and use it as my laptop background...) says that this is Televised Live! which just highlights being in the Public Eye... being Perceived... could tie into an idea of Everyone Watching Your Every Move (another theme that's explored in this album!! listen to '...well, better than the alternative' for me please <3 also the mention of mary bell township in this graphic ties it back to what's set up in suburbia overture and links into what i just said too i wanted to mention this bc i love this callback but didn't know how to put it in djahkdha)

so. the Talk Show. one Interesting Thing that happens almost straight away is that after will is introduced by the talk show host and walks on, he confidently puts forward his left hand for the host to shake, while the host offers his right hand... social blunder? or representative of will's failure to fit into societal norms? (THAT SOUNDS SO MEAN I JUST. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN LMAO)

so! very quickly this Talk Show Facade (english lit flashbacks... i've been yapping about facades for the past 2 years...) falls and it becomes a Performance... becomes will's Stage... the viewer watches him come more into his element as this facade drops and this is shown to you through pretty much everything in this section of the video - one part i particularly like is the musicians! there are three other musicians in this music video (who i'm pretty sure are some of the original members of the tapeworms!! mario conte my goat forever and ever <3) and they play the intro of the song as will comes on... it looks very passion-less (? you know what i mean)... but as the tone shifts they visibly become much more passionate and happy and it's just. i love watching it every time :)

now then. in the middle of the song will has a little monologue (now this is the part of the song where i like to talk to my audience...) which i love very dearly <3 i mainly wanted to focus on what Happens in the video at this point just because it's so good......

up to this point the Talk Show Setting has become Increasingly Strange. we've had lighting changes, rats on the interviewer's table (i believe they're will's own pets!!), and additions of many many decorations (the flowers are a personal favourite <3) but ☝️ at This Point!! when we get to the quicker part of the monologue!! it all devolves into Chaos. bright neon lights....... decorations go Crazy..... they rope the interviewer into it all...... the band fucking jumps on each other??? ykw hell yeah- but! throughout all this we keep switching Back To the original setting where we started...... with the interviewer doubled over on his desk and fucking dying..... people in the comments of the music video interpreted this as the facade continuing to break, i like to think it has something to do with the stifling of individuality that this song deals with but in? reverse?? if you know what i mean??? like the Vulnerability (?) that we're shown in this song (THE BIT BEFORE THE FINAL CHORUS. HELLO. I WON'T LYRIC DUMP BUT. AUGH) is far too much! far too different! for this society that we're shown time and time again throughout this album... and it just. fucking kills him. i guess.

BUT !!!!! EVEN THOUGH THE SONG IS FINISHED !!!!!!! WE'RE NOT DONE YET !!!!!!

the best (see: most emotionally devastating) part of this music video is Right At The End !!! turns out that the talk show host Was Not In Fact a talk show host... he was in fact will's psychiatrist. this whole thing !!!!! has been an appointment with will's psychiatrist. drives me CRAZY EVERY TIME

there are Millions of things in this Final Scene of the music video that kill me dead so i will try and sum it up quickly. basically at the end of the song with the piano outro it's a Gradual Fade between will sat at the (fake?) piano in the Talk Show and will sat in the psychiatrist's office, just playing the air piano... idk what it is about this shot but it makes me fucking CRAZY..... maybe it's the fact that it's just his hands?? we don't see will's face until he sits back and the psychiatrist starts talking... but even then you just Can't Name the expression on his face and it makes me. omfuckingcheese. augh. augh augh augh

so. the psychiatrist is a Little Bitch (PROBABLY NOT. BUT THIS IS HOW IT COMES ACROSS) and just. dismisses Everything will has said in the song. calls the symptoms 'normal' (FUCK !!!!!!!) for people with cluster-b personalities. and the only thing he really does is say that he'll increase the medication and they'll have another appointment......... it's just. i just wanted to SAY this bit because really the scene does the talking for itself it's just. augh.

special shout-out to the Millions Of Pill Bottles on the psychiatrist's desk that we see here because i always notice them and it always makes me crazy... we actually saw these pill bottles before because they were added alongside the one million decorations onto the talk show host's desk but they're only Just in frame it's very easy to miss them.....i haven't thought much about what this could mean but it could be the Real World seeping back through maybe??

i think the fact that it's So Many is also significant... with how the psychiatrist mentions boosting the medication and will just having No Reaction to it in the final scene could imply that they've just done this So Many Times... it's always this back and forth... this sense of frustration with the established system (especially in terms of mental health and those associated services) really comes through in a few songs in this album ('marsha, thankk you for the dialectics, but i need you to leave' is one that comes to mind) so i think this could be supporting that idea for lack of a better phrase ajsldasdlj

ANYWAY !!!!!! THAT IS MY YAP ALL DONE !!!!!!! i have no idea how long this has gotten but it was over 1000 words last time i checked......

if you've read all this way thank you very dearly!! i promise i am a normal and functional human being who enjoys her interests in a way that is not disconcerting to people around me. look into my eyes. i promise

it is nearly 11pm as i type this final bit so. i'm not sure how much sense a lot of this makes. i hope it is Coherent at least <3

i wrote this in a way that i hope will make sense to my friends who are unfamiliar with will wood and what he does so a lot of this is probably just. surface level lol there's probably not really anything Groundbreaking here i just had a lot to say </3 as is evident </3

anyway thank you for reading!!!! i love you!!!! this has been your reminder to listen to the normal album <3

[nightscythe]

Hello! hope you are all keeping well and had a good May ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

as promised, I wanted to give a short update. very sorry for literally just updating my pinned post and not saying anything else, it was a mix of poor planning and hating saying goodbye...

most importantly:

new fic coming later today,

an upcoming primarch wedding series (more below),

and sorry to everyone who send in requests and is very patiently waiting for me to post! especially on the fic front.

finally got over my fear of writing about magnus. expect it in a couple of hours, i usually schedule posts to go at like 11am or 12pm. on that topic, i'll swiftly move onto what's upcoming and where i was ᵔᵕᵔ

i genuinely don't expect anyone to read all of this, but writing this out is almost like a plan for me to refer back to. years of project management is changing me. i'll have a standard operating procedure next and a project plan.

going forward i'd like to spend more time working on actual pieces of writing, i.e. series, one shots/fics, etc. as opposed to headcanons. i enjoy doing them, and will continue to do them, but it did start to have an impact on the writing i primarily want to do. 18x primarchs means each headcanon was taking up my whole evening, plus planning during the day, so i didn't have a lot of time to do what i actually wanted. i was trying to post at least one a day and yeah, it was burning me out hard.

mentioning posting, i will probably be posting writing less in the hopes i can increase the quality of what i'm posting. i probably will never think its good enough, but that's a me thing. but rushing something at 2am so its posted the next day is never any good. what i'm thinking of doing is a loose schedule for me to work to: update a series on monday, post headcanons on wednesday, an individual piece on fridays, and then anything else i get round to over the weekend. drabbles not included as i tend to just write them on my phone when i'm making dinner or in a game lobby, etc. i do this at work to keep me motivated, and have also started doing this for chores and it helped, so.. worth a try. i mentioned it before but i do have adhd and motivation is probably my biggest struggle alongside actually focusing on what i'm doing.

related to posting, as mentioned i'm going to start a primarch wedding series. coincidentally i got loads of requests about proposals, wedding day, etc at the same time so rather than a bunch of kind of related headcanons, i'll probably do it per primarch. idk if this has been done before, if it has, please let me know and i'll change it so mine is unique. i'm thinking something like those a-z posts, but really unsure. something to think about whilst i finish my civ campaign tonight.

i'm probably also going to be posting works that aren't related to warhammer. i'm not sure what yet, but i've always been apprehensive to post anything else in the past. i have series for simon riley half finished, an entire oc plotline for elden ring and dark souls, a lot of x reader stuff from elder scrolls, and a mix of everything for baldur's gate which has mostly come from my dnd sessions and the game. so that's just an aside. if it doesn't work out, i'll maybe have a sideblog for it.

on a related note, i'm going to be changing how things look on here a bit because i'm very particular about things being uniform and every time i look at my masterlist a piece of me fades... it's so plain and boring and just looks shit. now i've figured out what i want nightscythe to be (oh, it has a whole backstory and lore based plot, just wait), i'm going to align everything. unfortunately my want to sit there and do everything is minimal until i've found the exact style i'm going for. one change i did make was updating my icon. i don't draw very often because i criticise everything i draw, but my boyfriend said he liked it so it was good enough for me. more to come on that front though. i need some new banners, too.. but don't get me started on all that.

finally, on where i have been:

i have mentioned but primarily my motive for taking a break was university, i had lots to submit over the month and it was near impossible to try and keep on top of all of it. i also have ulnar tunnel on my right side and excessive typing makes it 100x worse, so it just made sense. but at the same time towards the end of april i was experiencing a lot of issues with my confidence around writing in general, so it was essentially a welcomed and well-timed break.

the confidence thing has mostly gone and i'll be honest it was in part due to the circulating posts around style, lore, etc. which i definitely fell into because i do tend to focus on the less grimdark side of warhammer; emulating my original description, sunshine and rainbows warhammer content. instead of dwelling i've just decided to put more effort into making sure my works do acknowledge that setting at the very least. my x reader works are more lighthearted and not for everyone, but my x oc works are far more grimdark and firmly set within the lore (albeit, additions to), if you follow me and that's what you're looking for.

if you did read all that, firstly sorry for yapping, secondly thank you for being here.

i mentioned before, i've been in a few different fandoms on here, and this has been the most welcoming so far and everyone is supportive, which is nice. i didn't even think i'd find a space to want to post anything i wrote again, so every time i do come on here, my heart is filled with a lot of joy and love for you all ♡

[obsidianpen]

I'm cheeky snippet anon. I was particularly hoping for a glimpse of the Draco pov in B&G but I'm a fan of all your fics I'll take any snippet and be incredibly grateful 😍 or I'll take nothing and be grateful too! Thanks for writing!

“Floor two, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement,” announced the cool, female voice.

Draco rushed out of the lift as soon as the doors opened. A few interdepartmental memos flanked him before fluttering off in different directions. 

He knew his way around, having come here with his father on more than a few excursions, so Draco made his way to the Auror offices quickly. He kept his head down. He avoided making eye contact with anyone, and somehow managed not to draw attention to himself. 

He heard him before he saw him. 

Draco was just passing one of the large sections of walled-off cubicles when the much too familiar sound of Potter’s voice reached his ears. “...feels like a Friday, you know?”

“You said that yesterday, Harry.”

Weasley. After glancing quickly up and down the narrow hall he found himself in, which was, blessedly, empty at the moment, Draco made a split-second decision. He pressed himself up against the wall of what must have been Potter’s cubicle and eaves-dropped.

“It does, though. Feels like this week has dragged on forever already.”

“I know. It’s the paperwork.”

“It’s always the paperwork. I’m losing my damn mind.”

Perhaps you made a grievous error in your career choice, Potter, Draco thought amusedly. 

“You might have made a bad career choice, then,” said Weasley. Draco glowered. It sounded much less funny coming from him. 

“Yeah, well, at least you’re stuck in it with me.”

“Don’t think I’m not considering quitting every time a new case to file gets dropped on us. George said his door is always open.”

“You’re not allowed to quit. You’re nowhere near funny enough to help run a joke shop. You’d ruin his business, and then my Triwizard Tournament winnings will have gone entirely to waste.”

There was theatrical sigh followed swiftly by a banging sound, which was then followed by some swearing and some good-natured laughter. Draco rolled his eyes. He was about to turn the corner and finally announce his presence when Potter spoke again.

“It’s… Today is Hermione’s birthday, you know.”

Draco froze and held his breath. Her birthday? Today was her bloody birthday?

“...Yeah. I know.”

A stretch of silence so uncomfortable that even Draco felt awkward. More awkward than he already did, at any rate.

“I, er. I owled her, Asking her to meet me out later. I think she will.”

You think incorrectly, Potter, Draco thought darkly. 

“Yeah? That’s… Good. That’s good.”

“I told her I got her something. A gift.”

“That is traditionally what one does on someone’s birthday, yes.”

Potter sighed even more dramatically than before. “It’s you. You’re the gift. You and a giant, heartwarming, much-needed apology speech. You’re coming with me to the Three Broomsticks, and we are finally going to hash this whole thing out and move past it. Okay?”

Draco had to cover his mouth to prevent the awful laughter that threatened to escape. Weasley? Potter was bringing Weasley to Granger, as a present? Her estranged ex-boyfriend? To hash out his cheating behavior from over a year ago?

Wherever she was, Draco was certain that Granger would feel nothing but relief knowing she had missed out on this birthday surprise. She’d probably prefer to be ripped apart by the turbulence of time-travel, really.

“I… what?” Weasley said weakly.

Draco decided he’d heard more than enough. Granger would not be meeting anyone out for birthday drinks, because Granger was likely in mortal peril, stranded in the wrong decade, and that was looking at things optimistically. Channeling all the dignity he could manage, Draco straightened his posture, fixed a contemptuous look on his face, and turned the corner to reveal himself. 

“Potter,” he said stiffly. 

It worked too well. 

As it happened, Potter was leaning back slightly in his chair, lifting the two front legs off the ground. Upon the unanticipated arrival of Draco Malfoy in his cubicle, he startled so badly he yelped and kicked the chair right over, sending himself tumbling backwards to the floor–and good thing, too, because he also happened to have his wand in his hand. A bright yellow spark shot from its tip, missing Malfoy by a distressingly small amount as he fell and striking an interdepartmental memo mid-flight instead. The little paper airplane promptly exploded in a burst of golden confetti. 

“Hope that wasn’t important,” Draco said drily, not allowing the panic of nearly being hit by a hex show on his face.  

“WHAT THE FUCK, MALFOY?”

“FUCKING HELLS!”

Both Potter and Weasley yelled at the same time. Potter–in a move that was, admittedly, impressive–had turned his fall into a sort of tumble-roll, and was back on his feet in a flash, his wand aimed much more precisely on Draco’s face. Weasley had pulled his wand out as well, and now that Draco looked around properly, he saw that there were at least five other wizards and witches who had popped their heads up over the cubicle wall, all of which were now doing the same, looking alarmed. 

Probably wasn’t the brightest idea, spooking a bunch of aurors, Draco admitted in the privacy of his mind. 

[captainsophiestark]

Exceptions

Grant Ward x Reader

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Written for my personal fic writing challenge for 2024, Sophie's Year of Fic! Featuring a new fic being posted every Friday, all year long :)

Fandom: Marvel

Summary: The Bus kids are stuck at the Triskelion for a while since May and Coulson have a meeting with Fury, but Ward already has important plans that he can't cancel.

Word Count: 1,287

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: To the anon who sent me an idea outline for this, I hope you like it! It got merged with another idea I had, but hopefully, it's still pretty close to what you had in mind :) Thanks for continuing to read stuff for Grant Ward and enabling me to keep writing him- he's my fave, so I'm glad I have at least a few people to share the love with!

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Skye's POV

"Alright. May and I will head into our meeting with Director Fury. We'll meet you back here when we're done."

I frowned at Coulson, glancing at FitzSimmons and Ward to see if any of them would say anything. As expected, FitzSimmons just looked at each other, and Ward nodded to Coulson like he'd known this was the plan from the beginning, which I super doubted.

"Okay... and what are we supposed to do in the meantime?" I asked, turning back to Coulson and asking the question that must've been on the rest of our minds. May was already halfway out of the room, and Coulson stopped mid-step to address my question. He smiled.

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

With that, he turned and headed off with May again. I watched him go for a few steps, then put my hands on my hips and turned back to the rest of my group with a sigh.

"Alright, we've been abandoned at one of the biggest SHIELD bases in the world. I probably know the least about this place out of all of us, so... how about you guys? Any ideas?"

I glanced at FitzSimmons, then looked right at Ward. He had his arms crossed, and he shook his head and took a step back the minute my gaze landed on him.

"I don't know what you all are going to do, but I have somewhere I need to be. I'll meet you back here when May and Coulson are done with their meeting. Try not to break anything until then."

With that, he turned on his heel and started marching away. I let him get a few steps, then turned to FitzSimmons.

"So we're gonna follow him, right?"

"Oh, of course."

"Absolutely."

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Y/N's POV

A took a slow, steady breath, then refocused on the sample in front of me. I'd been staring through the eyepiece of this microscope for what felt like an eterity, finally getting somewhere with samples I'd been working with for months. I'd been stuck at the Triskelion that whole time, in a lab with the loudest of the loud field and ops agents coming in and out, constant noise and business no matter where we went. All of that was about to be worth it.

The rest of the lab completely faded out around me, even as I scribbled notes without looking at the paper beside me. The handwriting wouldn't be good, but it would be decent enough that I could decipher it later, and it meant I didn't have to take my eyes off the results of the experiment in front of me for a single moment. I'd carefully built my corner of the lab into what it was, a sanctuary from the noise and chaos, the perfect place to tuck away and lose myself in my research.

At least, normally it was. Today, someone had apparently decided to venture into my corner, as a hand on my shoulder made me shoot out of my chair and almost gave me a heart attack.

"Sorry!" came the frantic voice of my best friend, Mandy. "I didn't mean to scare you! I swear, I said your name, like, three times while walking over here."

I put a hand to my chest, taking half a second to catch my breath before turning back to Mandy.

"It's okay. Honestly, I don't think anything could've shaken me out of my focus without scaring me like that. Did you need something?"

"Just wanted to give you a warning. One of the ops agents broke containment and just wandered into the lab. Figured it'd be better if I interrupted you than if he did."

I sighed, long and heavy, pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Are you kidding me? How did one of them even get in here-"

I turned to see the man in question and stopped dead in my tracks. Grant Ward, my boyfriend, had just stepped into the lab. I grinned.

"Oh, actually, never mind Mandy. This one's the exception to the rest of the ops people."

"Wow, no kidding. I don't think I've seen you smile like that since your experiment at the Academy won our final projects presentation."

I rolled my eyes, but didn't bother with more than that as Mandy took her leave and Grant finally made his way over to me. His smile matched mine, the two of us bringing out sides of each other most people weren't lucky enough to see.

"You didn't tell me you were coming!" I said as Grant finally reached me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me tight to his chest. He leaned in to kiss me, and it lasted a few moments longer than I would've let him get away with in public if I hadn't missed him so much.

"I thought I'd make it a surprise. Our team got detoured here last minute for Coulson to have some meeting with Fury. Lucky for us, they didn't need me to be there."

"That is lucky," I agreed, the two of us sharing a smile again. Grant reached up and gently cuped my chin in his hand, pulling me back in for a sweeter, slower version of our earlier kiss. I sighed when he pulled back and settled onto the lab stool next to me, his thigh pressed against mine.

"So. Wanna tell me what you're working on?"

"Happily. But I don't want to spend all the time we have together in this lab, so don't let me get carried away-"

"Don't worry, we should have all of tonight and tomorrow morning, with a small exception in a few hours when I have to meet back up with my team. I thought I could keep you company while you finish up here, and then we could grab some dinner. I found a great restaurant in the city last time I had an undercover mission there, and it'll leave us plenty of time for you to tell me all about this project you're working on."

"Grant, that sounds perfect. How did I get so lucky with you?"

"Trust me, the feeling's mutual." We shared a smile, smaller and softer this time, but no less special. Then, Grant turned to the microscope in front of us. "So... I take it you're doing something with this?"

"Yes! I finally have interesting results to look at, so your visit was well-timed. Let me tell you about what you're seeing here..."

Grant leaned into the microsope, bracing one hand on my thigh as I put one arm around his shoulders and rubbed gentle cirlces there, narrating what he was seeing on the slide as I went. Within the lab, I'd gotten a bit of a reputation for liking my space while I worked. But Grant would always be the exception to that. I was on cloud nine that he was here, and I wasn't going to waste a single moment we had together.

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Skye's POV

"I've never seen him smile like that!" Simmons hissed.

"And he always complains about 'technobabble' when I say more than a few three-syllable words in a sentence!" Fitz agreed. I just huffed a laugh.

"Yeah, well, he's not kissing any of us either. I think that might have something to do with the change."

Fitz and Simmons scoffed right along with me, the three of us watching the scene in the Triskelion's lab for a few more moments before finally shaking it off and heading back into the hallway. Whether or not we found something else to occupy our time until May and Coulson were done with their meeting, we at least had something to tease Ward about for the rest of our lives, which I'd take as a win any day.

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[ashthesalamipiece]

//A new way to cope\\ Bakugo katsuki x fem reader

(Not my GIF!)

Warnings// Self harm, (kind of detailed) not good English, mentions of throwing up and ED, anxiety user and maybe some harsh words, reader talking bad about themselves and maybe some angst if the actions in this isn't.

Sorry if this was written dryly, XD but I'm not so good at writing stories, i just have the storyline in my head, and I know what I should write and what it's abt, but then my head completly shuts down and i forget how to write XD

Might write a part two

SORRY FOR TAKING SO MUCH TIME TO MAKE THIS

This story is probably short bc it' my first time writing on here, but I will make my other fucs longer

I think that's all, but please comment if I missed something and I'll put it in the warnings:) English is not my first language so be aware for some typos. This will probably be verg detailed and i might use a few words many times after each other but, without further ado let's get into it

Also, to those who are suffering from any of these I want you to know that i support you, ive also had a past with self harm and you're strong and my messages will always be open if you would like to chat, I don't judge and I will comfort you in the best way possible 💗

(This was a request from my sister)

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You grunted as the hard and big sharp blade pierced and dragged down your arm multiple time's, blood trickling down all the way to the bottom as you heard the drops of blood hit the ground. Your breath was uneven and your hands and whole body shok, probably because of the sharp object injected into your skin. You didn't know why you did it, but it just felt right.

A few moments passed before you walked towards the bathroom to wash of the remains of the blood on the blade, the bathroom door creaked as you pushed it aside.

You took a cloth that hung on the small metall bar beside the shower and carefully wiped the blade, being carefull to clean everything off and not to cut your finger.

You laid back the cloth and walked back towards a drawer next to your bed, you gently and carefully placed the blade into one of the shovels.

You sighted as you looked at your arms, blood dripping out of the hem of it, you'd probably have to bandage it because of the cuts, but then you'd have to go downstairs to get some from thr medkit in the small box that was hung on a wall inside the kitchen and then everybody would suspect something going on.

You didn't want to start commotion, that was the least you needed right now. You had a few cotton pads in a tall glass next to your makeup shellf and you also had a box of wipes under your desk so you didn't have to worry about those things.

"Hmm... maybe i should just ask katsuki he usually doesn't question things unless he gets suspicious, and most of the times he had to bring something to you he never asked why you needed it"

You told to yourself.

And if he got suspicious, you could just say something happened at training, right?

You walked to the bed and sat on it, quickly grasping your phone and pressing on Bakugo's contact.

"Can you bring me some bandages plsss"

You typed and laid down the phone, waiting for a response. "Bling" was suddenly heard and you picked up the phone.

"Tch, are you too lazy to to downstairs or somethin"

"Just get it for me asshole"

"K, fine."

A few moments later bakugo knocked on ythe door and you sprinted quietly towards it, you opened the door halways so he wouldn't see your bloodied arms.

"Here ya go, take the the bandages, but why do ya even need it in the first place"

"Oh uhm, something happened at training today, it's nothing serious but my "wound" opened up again, but anyways thanks for the bandages!"

He frowned and made a "tch" sound before he turned on his heels and walked away. You rolled your eyes before closing the door. You gathered all the things you needed to clean and bandage the scars.

First you put some water on a few cotton pads and softly wiped the bleeding cuts with it, then you grabbed a pair of wipes and carefully wiped of the water. Finally you picked up the bandage roll and cut off a small piece, you carefully wrapped it around your arms.

After everything was done you cleaned up everything around you, washing away the drops of blood on the floor and changing into your night clothes.

You checked your phone before placing it on your night table and pulling the blanket over your body.

Hours passed and soon sunlight beams became vissible shining strongly throught the curtains. You woke up and groaned as you sat up and rubbed your eyes, your memory refreshing as you thought about how much damage you did yesterday.

You raised your arm as a sudden pain stung you, you whinced and groaned as you shut your eyes closed. A sight left your mouth as you stood up and walked towards your closet, you grabbed your uniform and walked towards the bathroom to change.

When you were done you did light makeup look with mascara, lipgloss and a tiny bit of blush. You smiled at your outfilt, you put your books in your bag and made sure you looked fine before heading downstairs to eat breakfast.

When you arrived downstairs you saw some of your classmates already sitting around a table, they shoot you a glance and waved at you to come closer. You took quicks steps towards them and sat down next to mina.

"Hey girl! What took ya so looooong, it was getting boring without you"

She said as she took a bite out of her cereal earning a chuckle from you.

"Sorry sorry! I guess I lost track of time, I promise!"

"Hmmm, are ya sure you weren't making out with bakugo or something like that"

She smirked as the people around you quickly widened their eyes and shoot bakugo and you a glance. Your mouth widened and your eyes raised, bakugo quickly looked at mina and shot her a big frown, IIda's eyes looked like they were gonna pop out if his scull, momo put a hand on her mouth and sero smiled playfully.

"WHAT THE HELL RACOON EYES"

"H-HUH"

"Oh god"

"THAT IS HIGHLY INAPPROPIATE"

Your cheeks flushes with a red tint and you quickly tried to change the topic of the talk.

"That didn't happen, I promise!"

"Hmmm, fine fine I belive you but next time I'll catch you"

"You sure will"

You said while chuckling.

A few minutes later you checked the watch on your wrist, a few minutes left before class was starting. You put your breakfast in your backpack before rising up from your seat.

As you took some steps you heard mina say your name

"Y/n? Why didn't you eat your lunch, you didn't even take one bite"

She asked with a confusing look on her face.

"Oh uhm, im not really hungry right now, feeling a little nauseous so just might wait til dinner"

Katsuki took a notice in this but didn't say anything as he watched and listened to your conversation with the pink haired girl.

"Oh okay, hope you get better, we better get going to class too, mind if we walk with you to class?

"I don't"

You smiled as you watched her and the others stand up, throwing away the remains of the breakfast in the trash before following you to class.

Some hours later you're in your fourth period, your scars itched and were begging to get itched. Your brows furrowed in irritation, your homeroom teacher, shota aizawa took a notice in how your brows had furrowed in almost each period.

He walked to your desk and bent down with his hands on each side of the table.

"L/n what's wrong, and don't you dare say nothings wrong because I've noticed your face rhythms so tell me"

You looked up at his sharp face studying your every move.

"Uhm, nothings wrong what do you mean"

"L/n."

He stated strongly, "don't you lie to me"

"I'm fine, don't you worry"

He grabbed your arm before watching you whince and groan as you pulled your arm back in a fast motion holding it with your other arm.

He slowly pulled his arm back and looked at it.

"Why did you-" He stopped talking when he noticed something red spilled under your left arms hem.

You widened your eyes and swallowed your saliva, watching his eyes following your gaze. You hid your arm under the desk as you waited for a reaction.

"L/n, let me see" he spoke in a dark tone as his eyes darkened.

Your lips shivered as you shook your head, you didn't have time to react before he snatched your arm back and pulled your shirt around the arm back.

He stopped when he had pulled it away, looking at the cuts around your arms. Some were small, other were looking like a normal cut you would get from getting scratched from a cat or something like that, but what really worried aizawa was the three very big cuts bleeding on the top of your arm near the elbow.

"What the h-hell" he stuttered, his eyes wide.

"Tell me what happened right now, i know damn well this injury didn't happen during training"

Your throat got dry and you struggled to find the words to explain and make up a new lie.

"TELL ME RIGHT NOW"

Aizawa shouted as you flinched and turned your head away, other students heads turned your way and looked worried for Mr Aizawa's outburst.

They locked eyes with where aizawa's were staring and many eyes widened, including bakugos,

It dripped a little more than a normal cuts would bleed, plus an injury couldn't make so many cuts in different places.

"Y/n..."

Bakugo said your name slowly as he raised up from his desk, his normal grin or smirk replaced by an angry-worried expression.

He slowly walked towards you.

Shit, this wasn't supposed to happen.

TBC?

[toonice113]

Slut! ⋆ ★ N.Hischier (pt.2)

2. ┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁ But Daddy I Love Him

intro. begin again

pt.1 peace

Pairings: Nico Hischier x FMC (Teddy Wells)

Genre: fluff with a tiny bit of angst

Trope: popstar gf x athlete bf

Summary: Teddy and Nico's friends and family find out about the relationship

Warnings: A little fight between Teddy and her parents, WAGS being mean girls for a bit, but it all gets resolved, not edited.

Word count: 7.1k

⋆˚࿔ tina's note 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ hi! a few things: first, this took so long to finish because I've just started working on my thesis and i've been STRESSED, second, i realized that the timeline is all messed up in this story because im an idiot and never think about that when im writing so don't pay attention to it please, third, this is a longish one and i'm not sure i like it too much but its a crucial step for the next part because everyone in their lives now know about them and now we just have to deal with fans in the next chapter where i swear i will make my babies be happy finally. lastly, like i said i'm currently trying to graduate college and will probably not have as much time to write as i did before so i don't know when the last part of slut! will be out but i will try my best! ◡̈

‘I’ll be home in like an hour but i have a package coming in can you sign for it please?’ 

I look at the message that pops up on my phone screen as I enter Nico’s apartment with a bag full of groceries for dinner, I reply back with a thumbs up and leave my phone on the counter washing my hands to start preparing dinner. A couple minutes after I start cooking my phone rings, it’s my mom so I pick up “Hi mom” 

“Hey sweetheart how are ya?” I feel a warmth fill me as her voice sounds through the phone, she’s been really busy lately and we haven’t spoken nearly as much as I’d like to recently 

“I’m good, what about you and dad?” I ask turning the speakerphone on so I can keep chopping the vegetables 

“Oh you know, hanging in there” She replies “Dad’s in his office, it’s been busy around here” My parents often work together since my mom is a social worker and dad is a retired lawyer who now does private practice now and then, usually taking on pro bono cases mom brings him “What about you? anything new?”

“Mmm not really you know just hanging in there, I’ve been writing a bit but nothing too serious” I tell her and it’s half true, I have been writing yet nothing I’ve felt like I could record yet but there is something new, or not so new anymore I guess, in my life but as much as I love my parents I don’t know if I’m ready to share Nico with them just yet.

“Well, I was over at Aunt’s Lisa today and she wanted to know if you’re making it to thanksgiving I said I’d ask you and let her know” There are two events my family hosts every year that are almost non negotiable except for extreme situations, one of those is a summer reunion we all have at my grandparents’ beach house and the other one is thanksgiving, they are both usually pretty big events as the whole family gets together and there’s around 30 of us that make the trip down to Texas every year.

“Um” A knock on the door distracts me so I take my phone off speakerphone and walk towards it “Hold on there’s someone at the door, I’m waiting on a package” but when I open the door there’s two guys I recognize yet I’ve never met in person before, my cheeks redden as they stand there in shock 

“You’re not Nico” Jack says and I shake my head smiling “But this IS Nico’s apartment” 

“Are you sure? Uh- Maybe we’re in the wrong apartment” Luke tells his brother 

“What do you mean am I sure? yes I’m sure you idiot we’ve been here before” Jack tells his brother and I can’t help but chuckle at the brothers banter 

“Uh yeah you would be correct this is Nico’s apartment but he’s not in right now” I tell them forgetting about my mom on the phone 

“Nico? Who’s Nico? Why are you at his apartment and where is he?” My mom rapid fires questions and I groan internally 

“Mom, I'll call you later, yeah?” I hear her start to complain but hang up before she can get going “Um Nico should be getting home soon if you want to come in? I was just finishing dinner” 

“God yes I’m starving” Jack speaks walking in after I move to the side, his brother following in a little shyer “So, what are we having for dinner…?” he motions to me and I take it as a sign to introduce myself 

“Teddy” I say and he nods “I was making burrito bowls”

“Oh those sound good” He sits on a stool looking at me as I go back to cooking “So Teddy, how did you find yourself cooking dinner at Nico’s apartment on a Thursday? Are you his new chef? Did he hire a chef and not tell us?” The last question is directed towards his brother who stands next to him staring at me 

“You’re Teddy Wells” Luke says, his eyes widening before turning to his brother “You just asked Teddy Wells if she’s Nico’s personal chef” Jack looks at him confused “You are an idiot” 

“How am I an idiot and how do you know her?” Jack asks still confused “Do you know him?” he asks me and I shake my head 

“Sorry I forgot you don’t know artists if they are not country singers” Luke shaked his head at Jack who scoffs “This is Teddy Wells, global artist? her song greedy was number one in every chart for months” 

“Sorry dude, no idea” Jack shrugs and turns to me saying a sorry that I wave away “Why do you know so much about her?” 

“Bro the only thing I said was that she’s a big artist?” Luke says “But my ex was a big fan” 

“So where is Nico anyways?” Jack changes the subject 

“He said he had some errands” I shrug turning the stove off once the food is fully cooked “He should be coming back soon though” I pull out four bowls and start making two for Jack and Luke passing it to them before I start making mine deciding to leave Nico’s for when he arrives so it doesn't get cold “Did you guys need anything from him?” 

“We were bored so we came to ask if he wanted to go out for dinner with us” Luke says as they both dig into their plates

“But this is better” Jack speaks with a mouthful of food making me grimace and hand them napkins 

“Want something to drink?” I ask, they nod and I swear they look like kids sitting on the kitchen island eating “There’s uh- water, orange juice, pineapple juice, Fanta, sparkling water or Coca Cola” 

“Oh Coca Cola please” Luke says and Jack just nods in agreement as he shoves another spoonful into his mouth 

“You are gonna choke if you don’t slow down, I made enough so you both can have seconds if you want” I tell him and he slows down a bit 

I hear the door open but don’t pay much attention to it, starting to make Nico’s plate instead “Baby I’m- what the fuck?” He stops mid sentence as he sees his teammates sitting on his kitchen island “What are you guys doing here?” 

“We came to ask if you wanted to go out for dinner with us” Jack explains with yet another mouthful of food 

“And Teddy Wells opened the door and offered us food” Luke says 

“Wait wait wait” Jack says, finally dropping his spoon and turning to look at Nico “Did you call her baby?” 

“Well she’s not actually his chef you moron” Luke says in disbelief “Think a little, connect the dots” Jack stays quiet, Luke goes back to eating after shaking his head muttering an ‘idiot’ and Nico and I laugh 

“I’m sorry about them” He mutters into my hair as he hugs me from behind planting a kiss on my head 

“It’s okay” I tell him chuckling “They’re funny” 

“Oh my god you’re dating!” Jack finally snaps out of thought making his brother groan and us laugh “How long were you hiding her from us cap?” 

Nico looks at me with a big smile and I smile back at him “Five months?” He tells his teammates 

“Five months, damn I feel betrayed I thought we had something” The older Hughes says and I laugh again

I sigh as I look at the message on my phone’s screen, it's yet another message from my mom asking if I’m making it to thanksgiving, which I am, but I know as soon as I reply to her text she’ll rope me into telling her about Nico who is currently in the other room doing a podcast appearance or something, looking at the more than 10 texts my mother has send I decide to get it over with and facetime her making sure to connect my airpods to my phone first and leave one out so I’m aware of my voice level as to not disrupt Nico.

“Hi baby, hold on let me just” I see her camera shake for a good 15 seconds and then she reappears “Okay sorry I just had to put the clothes in the dryer” 

“You’re good, just calling to confirm I have bought my flight for thanksgiving” I say 

“Oh perfect! So is it just you or are you bringing a plus one?” I groan, as expected she is about to start questioning me “Well we need to know how many plates of food we need you know? And who knows maybe you’re bringing Aly or maybe someone else you want us to meet?”

She looks at me expectantly and I sigh realizing the facetime might not have been a good idea, with a text I could’ve just ignored all the following questions, now I have to face them “Mom we both know you guys always have enough food for everyone to take leftovers home” 

“Bärli, do you know where I left my keys? I forgot my charger in my car” Nico walks out of the room he was in apparently done with whatever he was doing 

“By the door I think” I point at the table by the door where I saw him drop his keys when he arrived ignoring my mom even though I can sense the look on her face without even having to look

“Oh yeah, thanks baby I’ll be right back” Nico says and walks out I turn to look at my mom who as I suspected is looking at me with raised eyebrows waiting for an explanation

“It’s only me coming so mark me down for one plate” I try to deflect but she doesn’t look like she will just let the fact that a man just called me baby and walked through my apartment go

“Uh huh and who was that?” She asks, I groan 

“That was Nico, my boyfriend” I say and immediately my dad’s head pops into frame 

“Did you just say boyfriend?” He says and I know I'm done for 

“Yeah my boyfriend” I speak once again 

“And were you planning on telling us about this boyfriend or?” Mom asks 

“Well yeah eventually” I say 

“When? On your wedding day? The birth of your child?” I would like to take this moment to say a big thank you to my mother and her dramatics for inspiring me in writing songs, big imagination this woman has 

“Oh please mom, it’s only been 5 months calm down” I let out and immediately regret it when I see my dad scoff 

“Teddy Anne Wells, you've been with this guy for 5 months and you didn’t think to even mention him to us?” My dad speaks and I note the disappointment in his voice 

“Dad I’m 24 years old, I don’t need to tell you guys everything that happens in my life” I start getting angry at their reaction, Nico comes back into the apartment and I guess my face shows my emotions because he frowns and walks towards the couch where I’m sitting 

“You okay?” He asks and I nod and motion to my phone letting him know I’m on a call, he nods back and sits next to me but out of frame setting his hand on my thigh giving me a bit of comfort 

“Is that him? We want to- No we NEED to meet him” Mom says and dad nods next to her 

“Why?” I ask annoyed 

“Because we’re your parents” Mom replies “And we need to meet this guy”

“Okay? And once again I am a grown woman and I don’t need you to do a character judgement of who I’m dating” I know they don’t mean badly by wanting to meet Nico, but after being in a really public relationship that ended horribly I’d much rather keep this one close to me and even though I plan on introducing Nico to them someday, probably even soon, I want to do it in my own terms 

“Well the last one wasn’t exactly great so I think a little character judgement from us wouldn’t hurt” My mom speaks again and that one stings, but I’m too angry to show them how much the comment hurts

“Yeah well you liked the last one so I guess you aren’t a great judge of character either” I say and I see their faces fall, they recognize that they have crossed a line with that comment “I’ll see you guys next week” and I hang up feeling tears sting in my eyes but not letting them fall 

“Bärli-” But I put my hand up, because I’m tired of feeling down every time Lando gets brought up and the last thing I want right now is Nico’s pity 

“Don’t worry about it I’m okay” I say and he nods understanding that I don’t want to talk about it 

“So, we’re having a thanksgiving thing this weekend and I was wondering if you wanted to come? It’s a private thing, just the team and their significant others and kids so I thought you could come and meet everyone?” He changes the subject and I’m glad about it

“Sure, I’d love to go” I say and he smiles pulling me close and into a kiss

“It’s just friendsgiving wear jeans and a cute sweater” Alyssa shrugs from my bed as I look around my closet looking for an outfit to wear to the devils thanksgiving dinner 

“I was looking at one of the girlfriends’ Instagram and I’m not sure jeans and a sweater will do for this” I say 

“You went stalking the WAGs on social media?” My best friend laughs

“I didn’t go stalking” I defend myself knowing well that that was what I was trying to do “I couldn’t” I admit “Most of them have private profiles, but from what I saw they tend to go a bit more high end with their outfits” 

“So, what are you wearing?” Alyssa asks looking up from her laptop where I know she’s organizing my schedule for next week when I’m supposed to go back to work because the label wants new music to be released early next year “You want me to call and see if they can pull out the valentino from the VMAs?” She jokes even though both of us know she could absolutely do it.

“Maybe we save that one for new years” I joke back pulling out a brown leather set I haven’t worn before “What about this” Lyss looks up and gasps

“Absolutely I love that set” I know she does because she helped me pick it out when I bought it “With the black knee boots you know the ones I’m talking about” I nod going back into the closet and pulling them out “YES!” 

A couple of hours later  I’m putting on my earrings when Nico walks into my room, I jump a little at his reflection not expecting him yet “Hi bärli, Alyssa let me in she just left” He says standing behind me giving my naked shoulder a small kiss “You look amazing” 

“Yeah?” I ask “You think this looks good?” I smooth over my skirt suddenly doubting my outfit choice, Nico is wearing black pants and a nice beige sweater.

“It looks great” He kisses my shoulder once more “I can’t wait to see it on my bedroom floor later” He looks at me with a cheeky smile through the mirror “But for now we should get going or we’ll be late”

The dinner, turns out is at one of his teammates’ house and so the thought of having to worry about pictures of us getting leaked decreases but now I worry about meeting everyone at such an intimate event, from what I’ve heard, and I haven’t heard much which proves my point, hockey teams stick together as a family and I don’t want them to feel like I’m trying to infiltrate for bad reasons, the car slowing down and then turning off breaks me away from my thoughts as Nico announces we’re here. We are greeted by a little blonde boy opening the door for us, a group of kids running behind him and a blonde woman tailing them “Hey what did I say about opening the door?” The woman says to the boy who looks up at her with a big smile 

“It’s just Cap!” The boy argues 

“No more opening the door okay?” The woman says and the boy contemplates before nodding begrudgingly before hitting another boy and running away after screaming ‘tag’ the rest of the kids running away too “Hi Nico” 

“Hey Kristen” Nico smiles at the woman “This is my girlfriend, Teddy” 

“Nice to meet you” Kristen smiles but I can tell she’s analysing me “Come in come in, almost everyone is here, just waiting on a few more people” She gestures and we walk in, I will never admit it, but I hide a bit by walking a step behind Nico who squeezes my hand reassuringly, he leads us to a group standing in the living room while Kristen walks to the group of women who I assume are some of the players partners and I try not to pay them much attention yet or else I will have  a panic attack right here 

“Ah you finally made it” A man speaks out when we reach the group pulling Nico into a bro hug, my boyfriend hugs him back not letting go of my hand “Hi nice to meet you I’m Jonas” He introduces himself and I smile at him but before I can speak Nico introduces me 

“This is Teddy, my girlfriend” His voice is a little louder than it needs to be and I imagine it is a general statement for everyone in the room

“Hi Teddy is good to see you again” Luke walks to me and gives me a quick hug that surprises me a little since he seem to be more reserved the day we met but I hug him back regardless

“It’s good to see you too” I say to him “And it’s nice to meet you all” I smile at everyone else, a woman approaches me with a smile 

“Hi I’m Nicole” she introduces herself “Why don’t we go get you a drink” she pulls me away from Nico before I can say anything and walks me to the kitchen “Red, white, something else?” She points at the bottles sitting in the kitchen island 

“White is fine, thank you” I say and she nods pouring the wine into a glass 

“So, how long have you and Nico been seeing each other?” She asks passing me the glass 

I take a small sip before replying “Oh um 5 months” 

She hums nodding “5 months and he hasn't mentioned you once, oh well” she says sipping on her own glass and I’m not sure what I’m supposed to say “You are a singer right?” I nod “Cute” 

“Yeah it’s uh one of the big reasons why we haven’t exactly came out about our relationship publicly” I tell her not knowing what else to say 

“A secret relationship, fun!” But the way she says it doesn’t really sound fun “And you’ve met Luke before, are you like friends with him or something?” 

“Oh yeah him and Jack came looking for Nico one night while he was out and I invited them to stay for dinner” I tell her praying to everything that something, anything, saves me from having this conversation that is more like an interrogation, I can tell Nicole doesn’t like me and that probably means that the rest of the women here won’t like me either. I’m usually pretty good at recognizing that not everyone will like me and that's okay, however these people are technically part of Nico’s family so them not liking me is actually a big problem.

“So, how did you and Nico meet?” Nicole asks twirling her wine, her eyes glued to me, analyzing me just like Kristen did in the entrance, the whole time 

“His sister and my best friend are childhood friends and they introduced us actually” She nods once more and just as she’s about to probably ask another question another blonde woman, because apparently the ‘hockey players only like blonde women’ stereotype seems to be true, interrupts us

“Hey Nic, we need you out here” Nicole gives me one last look over and a smile before leaving to follow the other woman out of the kitchen, I let out a breath and chug the rest of my wine thankful of the closed concept plan of the house before refilling my glass

“Yeah you’ll need that to get through your first time meeting the WAGs” Another blonde woman, this one sporting a more comforting smile, tells me walking into the kitchen “They are actually really nice I promise, just protective of their own” She pours herself a glass of red wine “I’m Arielle, I went through this not too long ago” 

“I’m Teddy nice to meet you” I say to her “I want to believe you so bad but I actually think she doesn’t like me” 

“Trust me, they’ll warm up by the end of the night, but they are definitely googling you and going over your conversation with Nicole right now” I groan and take a big sip of my wine, she laughs a little “Don’t worry once Jack and his girlfriend get here you won’t be number one target anymore” I raise my eyebrows in curiosity “Honestly, she was kind of an asshole when we first met her so now the girls don’t like her” Arielle shrugs “I love your music by the way” 

I smile at her last statement “Thank you” 

“There you are” Nico walks into the kitchen with one of his teammates following behind, the teammate gives Arielle a quick kiss before walking to the fridge pulling out two beers handing one to my boyfriend “Thanks” 

“Yeah I was just talking to Arielle” I tell him and the girl waves 

“Well Jack just got here so I think we’re having dinner soon” I nod holding his hand and we all walk out of the kitchen 

“This is my boyfriend Dawson by the way” Arielle introduces me

“Nice to meet you” I smile at him and he smiles back, I notice he is missing a tooth and make a mental note to ask Nico if he’s ever lost a tooth 

“You too, I heard you make great burrito bowls” Dawson says and I raise an eyebrow “Jack and I were having lunch at a mexican place a couple days ago and he kept saying his burrito bowl wasn’t as good as the one he’d had at your place” 

After a few short speeches we all finally sit down to eat dinner, light chatter flows and I stay talking to Arielle mainly, we very quickly become friends and I quickly move past the anxiety I was feeling earlier with Nicole, when we are done with dinner everyone disperses again and i lose Nico to a couple of the guys playing cards and soon after Arielle to one of the other girls, who introduced herself as Caylie briefly before whisking Arielle away, sighing into my glass of water, because I had another glass of wine during dinner so and have decided that was enough for the night, I look around feeling very left out of place, a tug on my shirt makes me look down, it’s a little girl trying to get my attention, so I kneel down to get to her level “Hi” i say 

“Can you help us get princess hair?” She asks and I nod, I’m not sure what princess hair entails but I still grab her hair and let her pull me to the corner where a few other girls are sitting on a table, hair brushes, little elastics, bos, crowns and some more accessories are scattered around.

“Me first!” One of the other girls says and pulls me down to sit on the floor plopping down in front of me 

“Okay princess, what kind of hair would you like?” I don’t know how long I sit with the little girls but we eventually move from hair to makeup, pretend makeup, and by the time Nico comes to find me I’m sitting between four girls wearing a tiara, three bows and I’m sure my hair is tangled to the max while the girls press brushes to my face.

“I think the princesses have escaped Disney” One of Nico’s teammates who I recognize as Stefan Noesen speaks out picking the girl who approached me first up, the rest of the parents behind him with amused looks making me blush as Nico pulls me up from my place in the ground 

“Hi princess” He whispers with a smile as I pull the tiara off my head and then unclasp the bows as well placing them back on the table with the rest of the things the girls were playing with “Ready to go?” 

Before I can answer Leighton hugs my legs and I lean down to hug her “Bye Teddy thanks for making me a prettier princess” I melt a little into the hug and when she lets go and runs back to her parents I see her mom smiling at me, I smile back and turn back to my boyfriend letting him know I am in fact ready to leave.

We say goodbye to the few people left in the house and I notice some of the girls are a lot warmer towards me now, a few even hugging me goodbye, when we get to Nicole and Jesper the guys get into a conversation leaving me to stand awkwardly with Nicole “Hey” she speaks out, her voice softer than before “I’m sorry about earlier it’s just that well as I’m sure you’ve noticed we’re a family and it’s a little hard to just let new people in, I probably didn’t go about meeting you the right way and I just wanted to apologize for being a bitch to you tonight”

“It’s okay, I understand you wanting to protect your family” I gesture at the few people left, everyone is saying goodbye but it’s clear no one is in a rush to leave, even with sleeping babies in their arms 

“I could’ve been a little nicer” Nicole points out “I’m sure we can be intimidating when you first meet us, but truth is you were also kind of intimidating to meet. I mean you are an internationally recognized singer!” that makes me laugh a little because I actually was really scared to meet everyone and never thought any of them would’ve been nervous to meet me “But we all saw the way you and Nico were with each other, we could see the love between you, and the little girls adored you” The guys finish their talk and turn to us, clearly ready to leave “Well it was nice to meet you, Arielle sent over your number, I hope you don’t mind, so I’ll add you to the group chat and we can hang out soon?” 

I nod “It was nice meeting you too, and of course, I’m going to start getting really busy next week but let me know and I’ll make sure to make a space to meet up with you” 

“That wasn’t so bad huh?” Nico asks when we are in his car driving back home, oh he has no idea, but I just nod with a smile “Now what’s this about you being busy next week?”

“Oh I forgot to tell you! I have scheduled sessions at the studio, and meetings practically everyday until thanksgiving” I say “It’s going to be a lot, but the label wants me to have an album or at least most of an album ready early next year” he nods “Don’t worry I made sure I left some free time for when you are not busy” 

The days leading up to thanksgiving are filled with work for both me and Nico and we see each other way less than I would’ve liked, but his mom is over for the moms trip and we manage to have lunch together in between meetings and studio sessions before they are away for the roadie and since they come back around the same time I leave that is the last time I get to see Nico.

The atmosphere back home is tense, I don’t spend too much time with my parents obviously still not over our last conversation, the thanksgiving dinner is in full swing when we arrive, my aunts immediately pulling me into hugs and asking a million questions in rapid fire that would be impossible for anyone to answer but I’ve dealt with them my whole life so I reply just as fast as they ask, when I first started gaining the attention of the media my manager insisted I got media training, but I like to think I was a couple steps ahead from growing up with my nosy family. 

“Teddy get over here, we need to show you something!” One of my cousins calls out for me as soon as the questions turn to my love life and I excuse myself walking to the cousins table.

“Ay if only you knew” I hear my mom sigh in despair and I chose against fighting tonight so I let it be

“How was my timing there huh?” My cousin smiles

“Could’ve been better” I shrug “You could’ve called before they got to the boyfriend topic” 

“And why are we avoiding the boyfriend topic?” Another one of my cousins walks up to us with her baby in her arms 

“Because mom and dad seem to hate my boyfriend even though they don’t know him” I say holding out my hands so she hands me the baby, half because I can resist the chubby boy in her arms and half because just talking about the topic makes me angry and holding the baby would prevent me from getting up and picking up a fight with my mom 

“Oh? Why?” “Wait, you actually have a boyfriend?” “You have a boyfriend? Spill, Art come over here Teddy has a boyfriend!” In a matter of seconds our table is filled with the oldest cousins all waiting for me to start talking about Nico 

“Really? Is there nothing else to entertain you guys?” I raise an eyebrow staring at the nosy group who all shake their heads “Okay well I’m dating this guy, Nico, we’ve been together for almost 6 months and I hadn’t told my parents because we weren’t really telling anyone but they heard his voice while we were on a call and then they lectured me about it” 

“I think they are just worried about you” Julie says “I mean, they saw you after Lando and they probably don’t want to see you like that again” the rest of the group nods in agreement 

“But Nico is not Lando” I point out “They said I had a bad character judgement and demanded to meet him” 

“And you don’t want them to meet him?” Alex asks confused 

“Of course I want them to meet him, but not if they are going in with judgement already, Nico is like the best guy I’ve ever met” I say distracting myself with the baby in my arms who keeps trying to eat the rings in my fingers 

“Well why don’t you introduce them and give him a chance to prove himself to them?” Alex shrugs 

“He doesn’t have to prove anything to anyone though” I point out 

“I say talk to your parents about it, let them know how you’re feeling, tell them you want to introduce them but that you need them to go into it judgement free” Julie takes the baby from my arms when he starts fussing and we move on to other topics, catching up on everyone’s lives.

“Can we talk?” I ask my parents as we enter the house after the thanksgiving dinner is done, it’s late and we’re all tired but I can’t stand the way things are anymore, my mom looks at my dad and they both nod moving to sit in the couch “Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Nico earlier, I was scared of sharing our relationship with anyone because we were working so great in our little bubble that I thought maybe when we started sharing with others it would all come down crashing” My mom opens her mouth to say something but I stop her before she can speak “I now know that fear was irrational, and I’m not sure if knowing this is going to make you more angry or give you some peace but we’ve since shared our relationship with more people, including Nico’s family and everything is still great with us”

“You met his family?” My mom asks and I nod “When?” 

“A couple months ago, they were over to watch one of his games and he wanted to introduce us” I explain 

“One of his games?” Dad asks 

“He is a hockey player” I nod “He’s been with the New Jersey Devils for seven years, since he got drafted” 

“Another athlete Teddy?” I close my eyes, I promised myself I would try not to fight with my parents tonight 

“It’s not about his job, Nico is different, he has been nothing but a gentleman since we first met, and I would like for you to meet him and see it firsthand because he is such a big part of my life now and I love him so much” I’m tearing up now, pleading in my head for them to understand that I need the most important people in my life to get along “But for that to happen I need you guys to go into it blindly, erase all the prejudice you have of him because of my ex and just meet Nico, the man I love putting his job aside” 

The room is in silence for a few seconds as tears slide down my face now before my dad gets up and hugs me tight “Oh my girl” he kisses my forehead and I feel my mom join in the hug “Okay, we’d love to meet him”

“I’m sorry we were so hard on you, we just want you to be happy and after last time, seeing you so broken and feeling hopeless because we couldn’t protect you, we just want to protect you but if you love this boy and he makes you happy, well, we would love to meet him” Mom speaks into my hair 

My parents end up flying back to New York with me after Thanksgiving is over. “Oh is this a new song Teddy?” My mom asks picking up my journal that’s lying by my keyboard 

“Uh probably” I say while looking at the cards on the table “Dad that’s a yellow and the one before was red” 

“But it’s a plus two” Dad argues 

“You can’t use a yellow plus two on top of a red card” I argue 

“You just don’t want to take two cards because then I’ll win” He will in fact not win, even if I take two that means I’ll have six cards while he has well… way too many to count “Just take the cards Teddy” 

I sigh deciding that arguing with the lawyer I call my dad over two cards is not worth it but before I pick the cards my doorbell rings and I know Nico has arrived, normally he would just use the keys I gave him but I guess he didn’t want to this time since my parents are here “Okay that should be him, can you guys like chill a little?” They stare without saying anything but then nod as they stand together in my living room.

“Tell me I’m not late” Nico says in a hushed tone as soon as I open the door “Practice went on for longer than I thought and then Curtis wouldn’t stop talking and then when I got home I realized I hadn’t bought anything to bring but it was too late so I brought this and I hope they like it” He gestures to a bag he’s holding I peek inside and can see a bottle of wine and what I think are some chocolate bars, there’s more but I can’t make it out “Oh and the traffic was horrible too” 

“Okay are you done freaking out?” I stop him before he can keep going “Because I’ve been trying not to freak myself out and stay calm for you”

“Freaking out? Why would YOU freak out? Oh god” If I wasn’t super nervous about this whole thing I would probably laugh right now seeing my boyfriend, who is always cool and composed, the one who usually reassures me, all freaked out 

“Teddy, let's not keep the guy out there in the hallway all day, where are your manners?” Mom speaks behind me and when I turn I see both of my parents standing there 

“Right, come in” I usher Nico and close the door “Mom, dad, this is Nico, my boyfriend” 

“It’s nice to meet you” His accent comes out a little stronger than usual “I uh brought some things, I hope you’ll like them” 

My mom takes the bag “Thank you Nico, I’m sure we will” My dad gives him a handshake and we walk to the living room, my apartment is open concept so my mom walks to my kitchen island and pulls out the items that Nico brought, turns out it's all Swiss things that I’m sure his mom brought on her last visit, things that I know he’s been missing from home and it warms my heart that although it had been a last minute decision to bring them he had still chosen to part with it “Oh it’s this Swiss chocolate?” 

“Yes ma’am, my mom brought it from home on her last visit” Nico says, I squeeze his hand and smile at him when he looks at me “There’s a few more things she brought in there as well”

“Well thank you, these all look great” Mom smiles at him and I smile at her silently thanking her for being nice 

“Nico” My dad says  “Tell me, any chance you like soccer?” 

“I do” Nico replies 

“Why don’t you come over here and watch the game with me then?” I roll my eyes chuckling at my mom glaring at my dad who had been complaining about his favorite team playing at the same time they were supposed to meet Nico “Hey I’m just bonding with my daughter’s boyfriend don’t look at me like that” He tells my mom who shakes her head with a smile threatening to poke through her angry facade 

45 minutes later Nico walks into the kitchen area where I’m attempting to make a charcuterie board I found on pinterest “You know I love you but those don’t look anywhere remotely close to roses Bärli” I feel Nico’s chin on my shoulder and elbow him 

“Who said they were roses?” I say and he points at video on my phone where someone is making roses out of salami “Fine you try and make one” I move to the side and he steps up grabbing the circles and starts fiddling with them, I laugh when he shows me his ‘rose’ and the meat falls out as soon as he lifts it 

“Fine I’ll stick to Hockey and you can stick to being great at everything else other than salami roses” He laughs with me popping a circle into his mouth and offering me another one

“Nico, the game is starting!” I hear my dad call out and with one last laugh at our roses attempts he picks up the board with a hand using the other one to hold mine and walks us to the living room to finish watching the game.

“I think that went well” Nico says, we’re standing in the parking lot by his car at the end of the day “Your dad was saying he wanted to go to a game next time they’re around” 

“I think they liked you” I nod wrapping my arms around his shoulders “Dad has never shown interest in Hockey before, thank you for today” 

“Why are you thanking me?” he asks and I shrug “Well it was great meeting them, I feel like I know a lot more about you now that I’ve met the people who raised you” 

“Oh please tell me they didn’t share embarrassing stories from when I was younger” I cringe at the thought, he laughs 

“Nothing too bad” he says but doesn’t elaborate and I make a mental note to ask my parents about it as soon as I get back up to my apartment “I hate to say this but I have to go, we have media day early tomorrow” 

I nod kissing him “I’ll see you soon” he nods and pulls me in for another kiss, when we separate I pull a chocolate bar from my pocket “Knowing you, you brought everything and didn’t leave anything for yourself so please take this at least for tonight, I’ll save some of the rest” 

He grabs the bar with a smile “Don’t worry I can always get more but thank you” 

He waits for me to get in the elevator and for the doors to close before he leaves and when I get back to my apartment my parents are sitting in my living room “I think we owe you an apology” My dad says 

“We shouldn’t have judged him before meeting him, he’s really nice and you two seem really happy” Mom walks up to me and gives me a hug that I return “I read the lyrics to the song, I’m glad you have him there to help you through it all” 

“Thank you mom” I hug her tighter 

“And your dad really likes him too” Mom says and I turn to see my dad opening a chocolate bar, his second one tonight even though he doesn’t usually like sweet treats 

“Oh yeah, love the guy, father approved” Dad gives me a thumbs up and I laugh, happy that the most important people in my life all get along.

[30somethingautisticteacher]

Fuck it Friday

I'm fairly new to fic writing so nobody tagged me but I'm doing it anyway! 🙂

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For Buck, there wasn't one specific moment where he knew that he wanted to marry Tommy. To him, their whole relationship had been a series of important moments that left Buck more hopeful every day. From the moment Tommy kissed him, his whole world was altered. Tommy Kinard walked into Evan Buckley's life, and everything changed.

It only took eight weeks for Buck to realize that he was in love with Tommy. But he had felt it even earlier. He remembered vividly how his heart raced and desire coursed through him when Tommy walked through those hospital doors in his soot-covered turnout gear, smelling of smoke, and apologizing profusely for not being there sooner. In that heated moment, any lingering hesitation Buck felt about being attracted to men melted away. Tommy really was a beast and Buck felt a deep yearning to hold onto him tightly and never let go.

The next time Buck allowed himself to hope for a forever with Tommy was on a typical, unremarkable day. Buck had spent the night at Buck's, not for the first time but it still felt new and exciting. Buck and Tommy were snuggling in bed, Buck wondering if it were somehow possible to meld their two bodies together. They were interrupted, however, by the distinctive buzzing of Buck's phone. "It's Maddie. I have to answer," Buck said apologetically. "Of course, Evan, talk to your sister," Tommy replied with a smile. God, he is so amazing, Buck thought, not for the first time.

"Hey Mads," Buck answered. "Oh thank God you picked up! I have an emergency!" Buck's heart skipped a beat.

"Chim took an extra shift, and my shift starts in an hour. The Lees were supposed to watch Jee, but Anne's sister is in the hospital, so they can't anymore. I know you're off and probably enjoying time with your hot pilot boyfriend, but can you please, please watch Jee for me?" Maddie said in one breath.

"Well Mads, first of all, you're a first responder. You should know better than to use 'emergency' so casually!" Evan scolded. "And secondly, of course I'll watch Jee. I've missed her lately. I'd love some Uncle Buck time!"

"You're an absolute lifesaver! Are you sure Tommy won't mind?" Maddie asked.

Buck hesitated for a split second. "No, I'm sure he'll be fine with it, and I really want them to get to know each other."

"I'll drop Jee off in twenty minutes. You are seriously the best little brother," Maddie said before hanging up.

Tommy seemed enthusiastic about Jee coming over, but Buck knew him well enough to sense the underlying nervousness and reservation he was clearly feeling. Buck understood that Tommy hadn't been around kids much. He had recently revealed that he was the youngest of three, with his brother and sister being 12 and 14 years older than him, respectively. Tommy called himself an "oops baby" and alluded to that being part of the reason his childhood was so difficult. His parents had wanted to retire and travel the world but instead felt saddled with a child whom they viewed as nothing but a burden.

However, despite Tommy's lack of experience with kids, he was a natural. Jee warmed up to him immediately, despite having only met him briefly before. Buck grinned as he watched his boyfriend having a tea party with his niece, before allowing her to paint his nails a shocking pink. When Maddie arrived a few hours later, Jee couldn't stop talking about "Uncle Tommy" and asking when she could have her next playdate with him and Uncle Buck. Buck beamed with pride and happiness, scarcely able to contain his overwhelming joy.

Buck knew tonight was the night to have the crucial conversation with Tommy. "Hey Tom?" he asked, trying to sound casual.

"What's up?" Tommy replied.

"Seeing you with Jee today was pretty eye-opening, and I just have to know." Buck swallowed. "Do you want kids someday?"

Tommy smiled at him. "Evan, if you'd asked me that a year ago, I probably would have said no." Evan raised his eyebrows. "But that was before I met an amazing partner who was born to be a dad." Tommy gently took Buck's hand. "With you, sweetheart, yes, I definitely want to have kids."

Buck's face lit up with a beaming smile, his eyes shining. "Really? You mean that?"

"I've never been more sure of anything," Tommy said, pulling Buck into an embrace. "You and me, Evan Buckley, we're going to make an incredible family."

Buck lay in bed that night, his mind drifting to thoughts of the future with Tommy. He had always known he wanted kids, but with previous partners, it had seemed like an impossible dream. Now, visions of bake sales and little league games danced in his head. He pictured birthday parties and backyard barbecues with the 118 family. Swim lessons, dance recitals, all the milestones played out in his imagination.

"The Kinard family," he whispered to himself with a smile, tightening his embrace around Tommy's sleeping form. The name felt right, like the final puzzle piece clicking into place.

In that moment, Buck's heart overflowed with a sense of contentment and eager anticipation for the life they would build together. With Tommy by his side, that future vision of love, laughter, and little ones no longer seemed like a distant dream. He pressed a tender kiss to Tommy's forehead, whispering, "I can't wait."

[aetheraa]

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Feeling a bit irritated more than usual, I plop down at one of the tables, holding a plate of food in one hand and my forgotten cappuccino from four hours ago in the other.

"How was your station?" Hoseok asks joining me a few moments later. The restaurant is finally empty, giving us a rare moment of quiet before we have to count today's cash.

"Pretty good," I sigh exhausted. "Probably around 50 or 60 guests across about 30 tables. Tips were nice though—some people even gave ten bucks. How about your upstairs shift?"

Hoseok shrugs, twirling spaghetti onto his fork. "It was chill. There was this cute girl at my table, but I chickened out and didn't make a move."

"Oh, do you mean the girl with the peek-a-boo hairstyle? Yeah, she was cute," I grin, sipping my cold ass cappuccino. I'd made it during a quiet moment, then abandoned it when things got hectic.

Hoseok smirks, pointing at my cup. "You're seriously drinking cappuccino at midnight?"

"You know how it is—I made it when it was quiet, then suddenly got slammed. But hey, it's still good. Try some," I slide the cup toward him.

He takes a sip and nods approvingly. "Damn, you should've been a bartender. This is nice."

"Thanks," I say, taking back the cup and glancing towards the stairs expectantly. "By the way, how’s that new guy, Jimin?"

"He's actually good," Hoseok replies with relief. "Finally someone who helps instead of creating more work."

I nod. "Glad to hear it."

"Speaking of helpful," Hoseok says with a teasing grin, "how was your shift with Jungkook? Still driving you crazy, or was he useful this time?"

"Jungkook’s fine," I smirk. "He's still adjusting to evening shifts, though. He was slow at first until I gave him a push." My eyes flicker toward the stairs again, waiting for Jungkook, who promised he'd join me once he finished counting the cash.

"Waiting for your husband?" Hoseok jokes, making me laugh nervously.

Just then, Jungkook comes into view from the hallway, balancing a plate piled high with food. Our eyes meet briefly, and he gives me a playful wink, making my heart skip a beat despite my efforts to look casual.

He sits next to Hoseok, sighing heavily.

"All done?" I ask, trying to act normal.

He nods, smiling softly. "Yeah, cash is counted. Took forever, but it's sorted now. Your report should be easy—I even organized everything extra neatly. Yoongi doesn't get that special treatment."

"Well, thanks," I say, hoping my cheeks aren’t too red.

Hoseok eyes Jungkook's overflowing plate, amused. "Rewarding yourself much?"

"Gotta eat something, right?" Jungkook shrugs, already digging in. "Evening shifts are exhausting. Usually, I don't even eat after lunch shifts."

"If you say so," I tease lightly.

I watch him eat hungrily, shaking my head amused. He's definitely cute, I'll give him that.

"Counting cash made you this hungry?" I joke, sipping my drink again.

He looks up with a playful smirk. "Working with you takes a lot of energy."

"Oh please," I chuckle. "I carried our whole shift. You’d still be restocking the wine fridge if I hadn't dragged you away."

"Sure, sure," Jungkook leans back lazily. "While you were hiding out back, pretending to be busy, I was dealing with all the difficult customers."

"Excuse me?" I shoot back, laughing. "I was running around making sure the food didn't burn under the heat lamp while you flirted for tips."

He shrugs cheekily. "Not my fault people like me."

"Or feel sorry for you," I tease back.

Hoseok groans loudly. "God, you two are unbearable. Don't forget, I'm still here suffering through this."

Jungkook and I exchange amused glances and respond in unison, "You chose to sit here."

Hoseok dramatically points between us. "No, you two decided to have your weird little work-date. Now I'm stuck as a third wheel."

I blush, while Jungkook laughs. "Hey, you're free to leave anytime."

"I would," Hoseok says, standing up, "but then you'd just spiral into some rom-com scene and forget to close."

I roll my eyes, smiling. "Oh God, Hoseok."

Jungkook chuckles softly as Hoseok walks away, turning back to me with a playful look. "Guess it's just us now."

I glance around the empty place, nodding slowly. "Looks like it."

He rests his chin in his hand, eyes playful. "Should probably start closing up, huh? Well, me mostly—you've still got your report."

I stretch lazily, standing up. "Maybe. Or we could sit here and keep arguing about who's the better worker."

He laughs, pushing away from the table. "As if you're winning that one. By the way, what's with your food?"

"I'll take it home," I reply lightly, grabbing my plate and heading into the kitchen to pack it up.

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The office is tucked away in the mezzanine, slightly elevated between the ground floor and the second floor of the restaurant.

From my spot at the desk, I can hear faint sounds from both levels—Hoseok aggressively moving chairs and blasting his music upstairs, and Jungkook downstairs trying out yet another questionable cleaning technique.

Yoongi warned me earlier that Jungkook loves inventing new 'cleaning techniques' to 'optimize his work.' The door to the office is open, letting me hear every creative attempt in real time.

After correcting a mistake Jungkook made on his report, the numbers finally match up. With a satisfied sigh, I lean back in the chair. My shift is officially over.

Just as I’m about to stretch, a sudden clang echoes from downstairs.

I pause.

Another noise follows—something aggressively shoved aside.

"...Jungkook?" I call out, already suspicious.

There's a brief silence, then a casual response: "I got it."

I press my lips together and move toward the railing overlooking the ground floor.

Below, Jungkook stands near the bar, looking way too pleased with himself. The chair next to him is slightly out of place, yet he stands there casually spinning a broom between his fingers.

Crossing my arms, I ask, "Got what, exactly?"

He looks up, meeting my eyes, causing my breath to catch slightly. His stupid—but undeniably cute—grin appears.

"Everything," he says smoothly. "Under control."

I narrow my eyes. "Why don’t I believe you?"

"Because you have trust issues?" he replies, tilting his head teasingly.

I let out a slow breath, shaking my head as I make my way downstairs. His gaze remains fixed on me the entire time, like he's waiting for me to scold him—again.

By the time I reach him, he hasn't moved, still effortlessly spinning the broom.

"You know we're supposed to clean the place, right?" I say, tilting my head. "No renovations?" His gaze makes my cheeks flush.

"I was just… optimizing the space," Jungkook smirks, he's clearly aware of his effect on me.

Something shifts in the air between us. I'm not sure what to call it, but I definitely feel it.

"Oh?" I tighten my crossed arms. "And the loud crash earlier?"

He steps closer, further reducing the already small distance between us, his eyes never leaving mine.

"An experiment in efficiency," he says, vaguely gesturing.

I deadpan, "You dropped something, didn’t you?"

He lifts his chin defiantly. "It was strategic."

Shaking my head, I step around him towards the counter. "Uh-huh. What's your strategy for finishing before sunrise, then?"

"Ah," Jungkook scratches his head, "that's where you come in."

"Me?" I pause, raising an eyebrow.

He leans against the broom, grinning. "You could just stand there judging me all night. Or—" he gestures towards the counter—"you could grab a cloth and help, since you're already here."

I narrow my eyes playfully. "I prefer option one, but fine. You did break something though, right?"

He grins wider. "Only one glass."

"I'm deducting that from your tips," I joke lightly.

Hoseok’s voice suddenly echoes from upstairs. "If you two keep flirting instead of finishing your work, I'll lock you in and leave!"

I laugh, shaking my head. "He's so dramatic. How did he even hear us?"

Jungkook chuckles, straightening up. "He's definitely gonna tease us about this forever. Mimimi flirting at work."

"That's not flirting. I'm just educating you," I lie smoothly, grabbing a cloth from behind the bar. "But if we actually finish cleaning, he'll have one less thing to complain about."

Jungkook watches me begin wiping down the counter, his smirk softening into something gentler. "Look at you," he muses. "So responsible."

I shoot him a sideways glance, smiling. "Someone has to be."

He exhales a quiet laugh, rolling up his sleeves and returning to mopping. After a while, Hoseok comes back downstairs, bag slung over his shoulder, dramatically sighing "Finally."

"Alright, I'm out. Finished everything I needed to do. Y/N, we did good today," Hoseok smiles brightly, giving me a high-five.

"Thanks, Hoseok," I reply warmly. "See you tomorrow."

Jungkook nudges my arm lightly as Hoseok leaves. "Bet he misses us already."

I roll my eyes, quickly turning my head away to hide the blush from his brief touch.

------

With the last of the cleaning done, I mentally go through my checklist again.

“Did Namjoon restock before he left?” I ask, already heading towards the bar.

Jungkook, leaning lazily against one of the tables, hums in confirmation. “Yeah, he did. Even gave me a whole lecture about ‘proper organization.’”

“Well, you could use it sometimes,” I tease, grinning at him.

He shoots me a playful smirk, shaking his head softly.

Opening the fridge under the bar, I'm met with a perfect Namjoon-level organization: bottles neatly lined up, extra fruit prepared, napkins stacked—everything facing the same way.

“That man takes restocking way too seriously,” I mutter, shaking my head with mild amusement.

Jungkook chuckles softly. “Yet, you're clearly impressed.”

I shoot him a look. “It’s called appreciating good work. You should try it sometime—maybe you'll earn some of my appreciation too.”

Jungkook gasps dramatically, pressing a hand over his heart. “Ouch. Was that almost an insult?”

I roll my eyes, already heading toward the stairs. “I need to check if Taehyung actually restocked upstairs or just pretended until Namjoon left.”

Jungkook trails behind me, laughing softly. “I bet he sighed dramatically the entire time.”

“Oh, definitely.”

Upstairs, I quickly scan the shelves near the bar and am pleasantly surprised to find everything in place—glasses restocked, straws refilled, and even drink stirrers.

“Huh,” I mutter, double-checking the napkin dispenser.

Jungkook leans in, looking over my shoulder a bit too closely. “Surprised he did his job?”

“No,” I reply, smirking lightly as I close the dispenser. “Just surprised he did it without forcing him.”

Jungkook grins. “Miracles happen.”

I shake my head, ticking off the last item on my mental checklist. “Alright, final thing—the tables downstairs.”

Jungkook groans dramatically as we head back down. “You really love dragging this out, don’t you?”

I glance at him sideways. “Sorry, would you prefer to come back to a mess tomorrow?” Though, if I’m honest, part of me just enjoys spending time with my annoyingly attractive coworker.

He sighs exaggeratedly. “No, boss.”

“You’re learning.”

Together, we move through the dining area, quickly setting up for tomorrow’s opening shift. Despite Jungkook’s playful complaints about how long it’s taking, he actually works efficiently alongside me.

Suddenly, Jungkook casually tosses a napkin onto a table, zero effort involved. I stop, staring at the crumpled, pathetic-looking napkin.

“Seriously?” I deadpan.

He raises an eyebrow innocently. “What?”

I gesture toward the napkin. “Would it kill you to put in a little effort?”

Jungkook’s grin widens. “Thought you liked fixing things I mess up.”

I narrow my eyes playfully. “I like seeing the job done properly.”

“Interesting,” Jungkook says slowly, meticulously straightening another napkin. “You never make me redo anything. You always just fix it yourself.”

I pause, caught off guard to be honest.

Before I can think of a comeback, his smirk returns. “Almost like you have a soft spot for me.”

I blush faintly, quickly finishing up my table. “Don’t push it.”

Jungkook chuckles as he watches me meticulously adjust the placement of a fork. “Wow, the precision. You're really out here fighting for excellence, huh?”

I sigh dramatically. “Some of us care about standards, Jungkook.”

He leans against a chair, crossing his arms casually. “And some of us think you just enjoy bossing me around.”

Matching his stance, I tilt my head playfully. “And you clearly enjoy it.”

His lips twitch as if fighting back a smile. “Maybe I do.”

Finally done, I glance around the spotless restaurant, satisfied. “Alright. Now we're officially finished.”

Jungkook stretches his arms, rolling his shoulders. “Finally. Thought you'd keep me hostage forever.”

Grabbing my bag, I head toward the door. “Careful. Hoseok will hear you from miles away and think you actually like staying late with me.”

Jungkook hums, falling into step beside me. “Would that be so bad?”

I pause briefly at the door before locking up, not about to give him the satisfaction of a straightforward answer.

Shaking my head with a slight smile, I adjust my bag strap. “Let’s go before you get any more ideas.”

He chuckles quietly, hands slipping into his pockets as he walks alongside me. “Too late.”

And somehow, I get the feeling he's only half-joking.

----

The next evening, I step into the restaurant, tying up my hair as I glance at the schedule. I already know who's working tonight but double-check anyway.

And sure enough—

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter, staring at Jungkook's name listed for the evening shift.

As if on cue, Jungkook strolls in behind me, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who wasn't even scheduled.

“Miss me already?” he teases, leaning casually against the counter.

I give him a flat look. “You’re not even supposed to be here tonight.”

He shrugs casually. “Yeah, well. Someone called out, and I’m just such a team player. More effort you said, right?”

I narrow my eyes suspiciously. “You volunteered?”

“Just for you,” he winks.

Before I can respond, Namjoon chimes in from behind the bar. “Actually, the manager just asked who was available, and Jungkook jumped in before anyone else had a chance.”

I raise an eyebrow at Jungkook, who doesn't look even slightly guilty.

“Wow,” I say slowly. “Almost like someone wanted to work with me.”

Jungkook smirks, crossing his arms confidently. “Closing shifts with you are just too fun to pass up.”

Before I can fire back, another voice joins the conversation.

“Oh, this is interesting,” Jin muses, approaching with a knowing grin. “Didn't realize we had front-row seats to a drama tonight.”

I sigh. “It's not drama. It's just Jungkook being annoying—as usual.”

Jungkook presses a hand dramatically to his chest. “Annoying? I'd say charming.”

Jin snorts, clearly amused. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Namjoon shakes his head, adjusting a row of glasses. “Can you two at least pretend to be professional tonight?”

Jungkook's grin widens mischievously. “I don't know what you're talking about. I'm always professional.”

I laugh shortly. “Oh yeah? Then I expect absolutely no distractions from you tonight.”

Jungkook tilts his head, his smirk growing more playful. “Interesting—because I think you're the one who keeps getting distracted by me.”

I hesitate for half a second—just enough for Jin to burst into laughter.

“Oh my god, he's getting bold,” Jin wheezes, clapping Namjoon on the shoulder. “You hearing this?”

Namjoon sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. “Unfortunately, yes.”

I roll my eyes, refusing to let Jungkook win. “Wow, someone's confident today.”

Jungkook grins confidently. “You'd know.”

Exhaling sharply, I grab a tray to avoid further arguing. “Alright, enough. Get to work, all of you.”

Jin salutes dramatically. “Yes, ma’am.”

But Jungkook doesn't move immediately. Instead, he steps closer, his voice dropping enough to send a shiver down my spine.

“You're cute when you're bossy,” he murmurs before casually walking toward the dining area.

I blink, stunned. Wait, what?

Jin stares at me, mouth slightly open. “Did he just—”

Namjoon sighs again. “I need a drink, and we haven't even had a 5 oat-milk-or-cow-milk cappucino orders yet.”

I shake my head, hiding a smile as my cheeks heat up.

This shift is definitely going to be a long one.

--------

The evening at the restaurant is already full of activity. I move quickly between tables, making sure guests have everything they need and the service runs smoothly.

Tonight, Jungkook is actually being helpful, stepping in to lend a hand whenever I’m busy.

Yet, something feels off.

I notice how Jungkook seems to always end up exactly where I am. His eyes linger just a moment too long whenever our paths cross.

Whenever we both reach for items behind the bar, he moves slightly closer than necessary. If I’m going left, Jungkook also deliberately chooses left instead of picking the other side.

It’s obvious he knows I’m aware of his actions.

“You seem distracted,” Jungkook says casually when I pass him near the register.

I stop suddenly, turning to give him a sharp look. “I'm not distracted.” It's clearly a lie.

He tilts his head slightly, pretending innocence. “Oh, really? Because you just walked past table seven without refilling their water bottle. It's completely empty, and that's something you usually never miss.”

My jaw tightens, and I quickly glance over at table seven, only to find Jin already taking care of it.

Jungkook chuckles softly beside me. “Don’t worry. I handled it for you.”

Taking a deep breath, I reply, “Oh, how generous of you.” My tone is sarcastic, but my face feels warm.

He leans against the counter, smiling that annoying yet charming smile of his. “Exactly. I mean, what kind of coworker would I be if I didn't help out when you're clearly so distracted by thoughts of me?”

I stare at him, momentarily at a loss for words. “Jungkook.”

“Yeah?”

“Go do your actual job before I throw a menu at your face—the hard side first.”

He only grins wider. “If it means getting your attention, I might just let you.”

I seriously consider throwing the menu.

From behind the bar, Jin dramatically wipes away a pretend tear. “Honestly, this is the most entertaining thing I've seen all week.”

Namjoon, standing next to Jin, sighs deeply and shakes his head. “This is even worse than watching Taehyung pretend he's cleaning.”

Jungkook offers them a playful wink before heading off to take another order.

I press my fingers to my temples, muttering quietly, “I hate him.”

Jin leans casually on the counter, smirking knowingly. “Oh, definitely. That must be why your face is turning red right now.”

I shoot him an irritated look, quickly grabbing a serving tray and walking away before he has a chance to make another embarrassing remark. This shift is definitely turning into something more complicated than I expected.

-------------------

The shift winds down, finally giving me a moment to breathe. Namjoon is handling the final cleanup at the bar, and Jin is counting the last few receipts—our usual end-of-night routine.

But Jungkook is still lingering around.

I catch him staring at me from across the room as I finish cleaning up the last table.

“You done staring, or do you need a picture?” I ask, without looking up.

Jungkook grins, leaning casually against a chair. “Oh, I don’t need a picture. I see this live every night. Lucky guy, huh?”

I sigh, shaking my head while sorting through the notes in my purse. “Unbelievable.”

Jungkook chuckles, pushing away from the chair and moving closer to me. “Hey, you like it.”

I glance up at him with a raised eyebrow. “What makes you think that?”

Jungkook leans in slightly, lowering his voice to almost a whisper. “Because if you really wanted me to stop,” he murmurs, “you would’ve shut me down a long time ago. You're the supervisor, after all.”

I hold his gaze, feeling my heartbeat quicken slightly.

I could shut him down. I probably should.

Instead, I let the silence linger, just long enough for his smirk to deepen.

“Thought so,” he says confidently, stepping back just as Jin calls out loudly from the bar.

“If you two are done eye-fucking, some of us are trying to go home!”

I whip around, my cheeks burning. “JIN!”

---------

The next day starts off like every other. Jungkook is covering the evening shift again, staying annoyingly close to me.

Surprisingly, he's working efficiently today—something unusual, but I’m not complaining. The restaurant is insanely busy, so his help is actually appreciated.

Finally, the last customers leave, and the restaurant falls quiet except for Hoseok's dramatic complaints about a customer.

"This guy asked me to switch the side dishes from the steak to the fish. Then, right after I sent the order to the kitchen and they started preparing it, he called me back and wanted to switch it again! The kitchen nearly killed me!" Hoseok whines, making me laugh.

I stretch my arms above my head, sighing deeply. “Alright, enough gossip. Let’s finish up quickly so we don’t end up stuck here all night.”

Jungkook, who’s been leaning against the counter doing absolutely nothing, flashes a playful grin. “Define ‘quickly.’”

I give him a flat look. “Quickly means you actually helping instead of just standing there trying to look pretty.”

Jungkook’s smirk widens as he rolls up his sleeves and grabs a rag. “So, you do think I look pretty?” Hoseok lets out an exaggerated "uhhh," clearly entertained.

I groan, rolling my eyes. “Oh my god, Jungkook, just work.”

He chuckles softly before finally starting to help. Namjoon is finishing up behind the bar, and Jin is at the register, looking like he's about to explode from concentration.

“You handle the tables; I'll stack the chairs,” I instruct, moving towards the dining area.

Surprisingly, Jungkook follows without a fuss, something I definitely notice as unusual. We quickly get into a rhythm: he flips chairs onto tables, and I clean the surfaces, resetting napkins and silverware neatly for tomorrow.

Of course, Jungkook can’t stay quiet for long.

“You know,” he begins casually, “this whole ‘bossing me around’ routine is starting to feel personal, but it’s kinda hot.”

Ignoring the second part of his comment, I scoff. “Oh, it got personal the moment you started slacking off.”

Jungkook grins widely, placing the last chair up before leaning casually against it. “You love having me around.”

“I tolerate you; that's the difference, sweetie,” I correct him, moving past him to fix a table setting.

His eyes widen slightly, cheeks flushing pink. "Sweetie, huh?”

He watches closely as I align the silverware with extreme precision. “But you tolerate me so much you've never even asked Hoseok to switch floors.”

I pause briefly, adjusting the forks again. “Maybe I just like when things are done properly. Hoseok wouldn’t boss you around nearly enough.”

Jungkook hums thoughtfully, stepping closer. “Or maybe you actually enjoy working with me.”

I turn sharply to glare at him, but he's far too close now, and that smug grin of his is annoyingly attractive. He's not exactly wrong. Maybe.

“Jungkook,” I warn, trying to sound firm.

He grins even wider, almost mockingly. “Y/N.”

I take a deep breath, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing how flustered I actually feel. “Stack the last chairs, and we're done.”

He chuckles, stepping back at last. “Yes, sweetie.”

From behind the bar, Namjoon sighs loudly. “Are you two gonna flirt all night, or can we actually lock up sometime this century?”

Jin snorts, flipping through receipts with a smirk. “Let them have their fun. It’s like watching a real-time rom-com.”

I swear I can sense Jungkook’s grin even before he speaks.

“You hear that?” he says, glancing toward me with an exaggerated gesture. “We’re cinematic. Absolute cinema.”

I bury my face in my palms, groaning. “I seriously hate all of you.”

Namjoon laughs softly, finishing up the bar area. “Alright, I’m leaving now. Don’t forget to set the alarm before you leave,” he warns, pointing specifically at Jungkook and me. “And please, no distractions.”

I roll my eyes, smiling slightly. “Goodnight, Joon.”

“Night, lovebirds!” Jin calls teasingly, following Namjoon out the door with Hoseok tagging along behind him.

The moment the door closes, the restaurant suddenly feels far too quiet.

I glance at Jungkook. “Alright. Let’s—”

But Jungkook is still standing there, smirking.

I sigh heavily. “What's with that look on your face?”

He tilts his head teasingly. “So… lovebirds, huh?”

I groan again, exasperated. “Can you let even one thing go?”

He leans casually against a nearby table, crossing his arms. “Absolutely not.”

Shaking my head, I turn back to mentally double-check everything one last time. My face feels warm, and Jungkook definitely notices. I’m starting to realize these shifts will probably never feel normal again.

-----------------

For the past few weeks, Jungkook had been stuck on the lunch shift—something about balancing schedules, training Jimin to become the lunchtime supervisor already, or whatever excuse the manager had given. Honestly, the specifics didn't matter to me.

What did matter was that my usual evening shifts had been… different. Quieter.

Not that I'd ever admit it.

The most I'd seen of Jungkook lately was during shift changes—him clocking out just as I clocked in. A quick nod, a lazy wave, and occasionally a teasing, "Don’t miss me too much, babe."

Yeah, "babe." He'd randomly started calling me that for reasons I still didn't fully understand.

I'd roll my eyes, push past him, pretending I wasn't secretly waiting to see if he'd add anything else.

But today?

Today, he was finally back on the evening shift.

And of course, the universe wasted no time testing my patience.

I was in the bathroom, trying to fix my hair before the shift officially began. Standing in front of the mirror, I struggled to tie my ponytail neatly, but a few stubborn strands refused to cooperate, constantly slipping free no matter how many times I tried to secure them.

I was mid-struggle when the bathroom door clicked shut behind me.

“You need help?”

My eyes met Jungkook’s reflection in the mirror.

I scowled slightly, already feeling my face heating. “Do you ever knock?”

He ignored the question entirely, stepping closer instead. “Do you always take this long?”

“I didn't realize I was being timed,” I muttered under my breath, still battling with my stubborn hair.

Jungkook clicked his tongue, a sound that somehow managed to sound both amused and impatient. Then—without any warning—he reached forward.

Before I could react, his fingers brushed against mine, gently taking the hair tie from my hand.

My breath caught in my throat, a strange mix of irritation and excitement.

“What are you—”

“Stay still,” he murmured softly, already gathering my hair with an ease that surprised me.

My heartbeat instantly sped up, pounding uncomfortably loud in my ears.

Jungkook was close.

Too close.

I could feel his chest barely brushing against my back, his breath warm and steady against my temple. His hands moved gently yet confidently, smoothing and pulling my hair back with careful precision. Each soft tug made my skin tingle, something I stubbornly refused to acknowledge.

"You’re gonna pull too tight," I whispered, far quieter than I'd intended.

Jungkook hummed softly, securing the hair tie perfectly without causing any discomfort. "Relax, Y/N. I know what I’m doing."

My stomach flipped nervously at his closeness. This was definitely new territory.

"You do this often?" I asked, aiming for a casual indifference I certainly didn't feel.

Jungkook smirked slightly in the mirror, adjusting the ponytail just so. "I grew up with an older brother who hated doing his daughter’s hair. I had to learn something."

I exhaled slowly, deliberately ignoring how warm his fingers felt brushing against my neck. "Well, thanks, I guess."

Jungkook’s gaze caught mine in the mirror, his smirk deepening in satisfaction. "See? You do need me."

I rolled my eyes, suddenly eager to escape the intensity of the moment. Stepping forward quickly—maybe too quickly—I barely made it a step before Jungkook reached out, gripping my wrist firmly but gently, pulling me to a halt.

“Whoa, slow down,” he said, his voice soft yet full of amusement. “You’re really gonna pretend that wasn’t a moment?”

Heat rose swiftly to my cheeks, betraying my attempt at nonchalance. “There was no moment,” I insisted, even though we both knew it was a lie.

Jungkook tilted his head slightly, eyes twinkling with clear amusement. “You sure about that?”

I refused to meet his eyes again, instead reaching determinedly for the door handle. "We have a shift to start," I muttered stubbornly.

He released my wrist easily enough, but as I stepped quickly out of the bathroom, I could practically feel his smirk burning into my back, lingering long after I’d moved away.

As I walked toward the dining area to start the shift, my heart still raced, and I found myself unable to shake the lingering warmth on my skin from his touch. Yeah, this shift was definitely going to be even more complicated than I'd expected.

--------------------------

The initial rush at the beginning of the evening finally slowed, allowing me to catch my breath and chat casually with Taehyung, who was working the downstairs bar tonight. I leaned comfortably against the counter, rolling my shoulders to ease some tension as we joked around about anything that came to mind.

My attention drifted momentarily to Jungkook, who was standing near one of the high tables, casually wiping down a tray while talking to a guest—a female guest.

I hadn't meant to pay close attention, but my gaze lingered longer than intended.

She leaned in slightly, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, her expression unmistakably flirtatious.

Not that it surprised me. Jungkook had always been effortlessly charming, easy to talk to, and attractive enough to draw attention without even trying.

Yet, it wasn't her behavior that captured my interest—it was Jungkook’s reaction.

He wasn't really engaging with her. He nodded politely now and then-probably for the tips-, offered small smiles, but there was none of the playful teasing or lively interaction that usually marked his conversations. He simply looked… bored.

I quickly turned my attention away, feeling oddly unsettled.

Jin, stacking menus nearby, must have caught me staring. He smirked knowingly. “Looks like someone’s got an admirer.”

I scoffed dismissively. “Happens all the time. Not my problem.”

Jin hummed softly, not convinced. “You sure about that?”

“Just focus on your job, Jin,” I shot back grinning. But deep down, his comment irked me more than I wanted to admit.

Jin chuckled quietly but thankfully let it go. Taehyung, however, gave me a pointed look, clearly aware of my maybe-more-than-tiny crush on Jungkook.

Later, during a rare quiet moment, Jungkook and I stepped outside the back entrance for a short break. The cool night air felt refreshing against my skin as I cradled a freshly made cappuccino, savoring the brief respite from the bustling restaurant. I knew Jin could manage the floor without us for a bit.

Jungkook stretched his arms overhead, groaning exaggeratedly. “If one more customer asks for something not on the menu, I might actually lose it.”

I leaned back against the brick wall, sipping my drink with a small smile. “You survived two weeks of lunch shifts. Shouldn't you be used to difficult requests by now?”

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Lunch shifts are different. Customers just want quick meals and leave. But evening? It’s non-stop drama.”

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “You’re always so dramatic.”

Before he could retort, the back door swung open abruptly.

It was her again.

The girl from earlier.

“Uh, normally this exit is for personnel only?” My tone was questioning, but she completely ignored me.

Jungkook blinked, clearly caught off guard by her sudden appearance. She stepped closer, briefly glancing at me—acknowledging my presence for barely a second—before directing her attention solely to him.

“Hey,” she began sweetly, her eyes locked on Jungkook. “I hope I’m not interrupting?”

"No, just using the wrong door and ignoring me," I thought, biting back a sarcastic remark.

Always polite, Jungkook shook his head slowly. “No, what's up?”

She shifted slightly, biting her lip nervously. "So, I was wondering if you'd like to give me your number?"

Silence followed.

I blinked, momentarily stunned, glancing down at my own hand as if to check if I'd suddenly become invisible.

Jungkook didn’t respond right away. He didn't fidget, smirk, or even look at me for guidance. He just sighed quietly before offering her a small, apologetic smile.

“Ah… thanks, but I’ll have to pass.”

My head snapped towards him, brows furrowing in surprise.

She hesitated. “Oh. Really?”

Jungkook nodded kindly. “Yeah, I've got someone else on my mind. But thanks for asking.”

My gaze immediately snapped back to him, confused by his unexpected honesty.

The girl paused briefly, then laughed awkwardly. “Well, you can't blame me for trying, right?”

Jungkook chuckled softly, easing the tension. “Guess not.”

With one final awkward smile, she turned around and disappeared back into the restaurant.

"Wrong door again," I muttered quietly before turning fully towards Jungkook, staring at him intently, trying to read his expression.

He sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. “Well, that was—”

“You turned her down?” I interrupted, my curiosity winning out.

Jungkook looked at me like I was the one acting strangely. “Uh… yeah?”

I crossed my arms, defensive and confused. “Why?”

He tilted his head slightly, eyebrows raised as if my question made no sense. “Because I wasn't interested in her?”

My frown deepened. “Since when do you turn down pretty girls who ask for your number?”

Jungkook smirked, stepping closer just a bit, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why? You think I should’ve said yes? Can't do that in front of my work wife.”

Heat rose quickly to my cheeks. “I don’t care what you do. And I'm not your work wife!”

Jungkook hummed skeptically, clearly unconvinced. “Sounds like you care. And according to Jin, you definitely are.”

I scoffed in frustration. “I—”

Jungkook leaned in even closer, voice dropping slightly. “What's wrong?”

My jaw tightened, irritation and embarrassment battling inside me. But before I could reply, the door swung open again, breaking the tension.

“Break’s over, lovebirds! No, seriously, it's getting busy again,” Jin announced cheerfully, clearly amused.

Without another word, I turned sharply, storming past Jungkook back into the restaurant.

Jin chuckled, following closely behind and patting Jungkook on the shoulder. “You're really enjoying this, aren't you?”

Jungkook merely grinned wider, eyes twinkling. “More than you know.”

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“Alright,” I muttered, flipping through the closing checklist. Actually writing down tasks instead of relying on my memory had definitely been one of my better ideas lately. “I just need to grab a couple things from the storage room, and then we’re done.”

Jungkook, still lazily leaning against the counter, tilted his head slightly, watching me with amusement. “Want some company?”

I glanced at him with mild annoyance. “I think I can manage napkins and menus on my own.”

He smirked, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the counter. “If you say so.”

Ignoring his smug expression, I headed toward the storage room, pushing open the heavy door and flicking on the dim overhead light.

Shelves stacked high with extra stock lined the walls—glassware, utensils, cleaning supplies. I stepped deeper inside, scanning labels carefully, stretching on tiptoes to reach the box of menus stacked precariously on the top shelf.

The door creaked behind me.

I didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.

“You can’t be serious,” I muttered.

Jungkook’s voice dripped with smugness. “You were taking too long.”

I exhaled sharply, stubbornly reaching up for the box. “I can handle this. Plus, I've literally been gone for like five minutes.”

“Five minutes too long,” he teased lightly, stepping closer. “Looks like you’re struggling, babe.”

Before I could fire back, he was right behind me.

I froze, my heartbeat suddenly loud in my ears.

His fingers brushed gently against mine as he effortlessly pulled the box down, carefully lowering it between us.

“There,” he murmured softly, his voice way too close for comfort. “No tragic accidents today.”

My pulse quickened. “Congratulations, you saved me.” My voice sounded weaker than I’d hoped.

Jungkook chuckled quietly, placing the box aside, but he didn’t step away. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, eyes dancing over my face, seemingly debating something.

His gaze flickered down to my lips, back up to my eyes, then again lower.

The small space between us seemed to shrink even further.

“You’re still in my way,” I whispered, trying to sound firm.

He smirked gently. “You could ask me to move.”

But I didn’t.

He exhaled softly, and in that moment, I realized just how close we truly were. His body hovered mere inches from mine, warmth radiating between us.

“You missed me, didn’t you?” His voice had dropped lower, teasing but sincere beneath it.

My throat tightened slightly. “You wish.”

Jungkook leaned in ever so slightly closer, shifting the atmosphere around us. “Then say no.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

Because the truth was—I did miss him.

I missed the banter, the teasing, the way he effortlessly managed to push all my buttons, how he lingered just a bit too close and invaded my thoughts far more than I wanted to admit. Even his stupid nicknames had grown on me.

His fingertips gently brushed the edge of my waist, the touch so soft it almost felt imagined.

My breath caught sharply.

"Thought so," he murmured, his smile softer now, eyes warmer.

For a brief second, my heart raced wildly, thinking he might actually—

Then, of course, the universe intervened.

The storage room door swung open abruptly.

“Are you two—oh my god.”

Jin’s loud, startled voice echoed dramatically through the small space.

I jumped back so fast I nearly collided with the shelf behind me. Jungkook, annoyingly composed as always, merely turned his head calmly, totally unfazed.

Jin blinked rapidly, processing the scene before dramatically pointing at us. “I knew something was up!”

Groaning, I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache forming. “Jin—”

“Oh, don't ‘Jin’ me,” he interrupted cheerfully, grinning widely. “I was just checking why this was taking forever, and suddenly I’m on set for some romantic K-drama? Next time, I'll bring you some open wine from the bar.”

Jungkook stuffed his hands casually into his pockets, looking thoroughly entertained. “Perfect timing, hyung.”

Jin feigned offense, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Oh, pardon me for interrupting your secret storage room rendezvous.”

I stormed past him without another word, shoving the box into his arms forcefully. “We are absolutely not doing this right now.”

Jin raised his eyebrows suggestively. “No, please, carry on. I can leave—”

I shot him a glare that silenced him instantly, though his smirk remained firmly in place.

Jungkook, with zero remorse, casually brushed past me on his way out, still smiling smugly. “See you out there, boss.”

I exhaled sharply, gripping the shelf for support as I collected myself.

This shift was officially going to drive me insane.

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The restaurant was finally quiet.

Jin, Namjoon, Taehyung, Hoseok, and the kitchen staff had already gone home, locking up the main entrance behind them and leaving only Jungkook and me inside to complete the final task of the night—the end-of-shift accounting.

I sat at the small office desk, counting the cash from the register. Jungkook leaned casually against the filing cabinet nearby, lazily flipping through receipts without any sense of urgency.

"Why do you always stay late, Jungkook?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He glanced up with an innocent smile. "Just making sure you're not falling asleep on the job."

I rolled my eyes. “Are you actually helping, or just pretending to?” I muttered, punching numbers into the calculator.

Jungkook hummed, eyes still fixed on the receipts. “Mmm. Define ‘helping.’”

I sighed deeply, rubbing my temples. “Jungkook.”

He grinned, finally placing the stack of receipts onto the desk and stepping closer. “Relax, Y/N. I got this.”

I side-eyed him suspiciously as he opened the logbook, scribbling down the totals casually, acting like he wasn't the reason we were taking twice as long.

For a few minutes, the room was filled only with the faint scratching of pen on paper and the occasional rustling of bills as I sorted through them. The silence should have been peaceful.

But it wasn't.

Because Jungkook was still there.

He was close enough that I could feel his warmth, close enough that every small movement—the brush of his arm against mine, every glance he threw my way—felt charged.

I tried to ignore it. Really, I did.

But then, just as I finished the final calculation, Jungkook spoke again—his voice softer, almost tentative.

“You still thinking about earlier?”

I froze slightly, keeping my eyes fixed on the paper. “Earlier?”

Jungkook tilted his head, observing me carefully. “Storage room.”

My pulse quickened slightly, but I forced myself to stay composed. “Oh. That. No.”

Jungkook chuckled quietly. “Liar.”

I took a sharp breath, finally looking up at him. “Do you ever let anything go?”

He smirked, but this time it felt different—softer, less teasing.

“No,” he murmured softly, eyes locked onto mine. "I like you too much for that."

Before I could fully process what he’d said, Jungkook stepped closer.

I tensed instinctively but didn't move away.

He reached out gently, his fingers brushing mine lightly across the desk, testing my reaction.

“You keep acting like this isn't happening,” he murmured, watching me closely.

My throat suddenly felt dry. “Like what isn't happening?”

He didn't answer. Instead, he leaned in.

My breath caught sharply in my chest.

And then—his lips met mine.

Softly. Slowly. Deliberately.

It was a kiss that didn't rush or hesitate. It was confident, intentional, like he'd planned this moment carefully.

My fingers curled slightly against the desk, my body responding automatically. I didn’t pull back. If anything, I leaned in just enough to feel him more fully. Jungkook exhaled softly against my lips, as though he’d been holding his breath all night, waiting for this moment.

Then, just as smoothly as he'd kissed me, he pulled away slightly—just enough to look me directly in the eyes.

There was a brief, heavy silence.

Then he spoke again, his voice low, satisfied, and utterly smug:

“Knew you’d kiss me back.”

Heat flooded my cheeks instantly. “You—shut up.”

Jungkook laughed softly, sliding his hands casually into his pockets, looking way too pleased with himself.

I scowled, trying to refocus my attention on the logbook as if nothing had just happened. “We still have work to finish.”

Jungkook smiled and watched me for a moment before leaning in and kissing me again.

At first, the kiss was gentle and cautious, as if he was giving me a chance to pull away. But when I didn’t—when I couldn’t—he deepened the kiss. He moved closer, gently placing a hand on the back of my neck, his fingers softly brushing against my skin.

My hands gripped tightly onto the edge of the desk as my heartbeat accelerated, and I felt my nervousness slowly melt away. His body was warm and firm, and when he gently pulled me closer, I allowed it.

Jungkook hummed softly against my lips, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss further. His other hand rested lightly on my waist, fingertips pressing gently against my back, giving me support.

My fingers hesitated at first, but then I responded decisively.

Impulsively, I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him even closer. Jungkook exhaled in surprise, about to smile, but I kissed him again—this time matching his intensity.

From that moment on, all hesitation vanished.

Jungkook’s hands moved down to my hips, gripping them more firmly as he gently pressed me back against the desk. A quiet gasp escaped me, but he quickly captured it with a deeper kiss. The sensation was overwhelming and thrilling, my entire body reacting to his closeness.

The small office suddenly felt even smaller and warmer. Even the soft hum of the fluorescent lights seemed louder now, mixing with my rapid heartbeat.

His fingers gently traced under the edge of my shirt, barely touching my skin. A shiver ran down my spine, and my knees weakened when he whispered softly against my lips:

“You taste even better than I imagined.”

I probably should have felt embarrassed by how loud my heart was beating and how tightly my fingers gripped his shirt, as if he were the only reason I was still standing.

But I didn't.

Instead, an unfamiliar determination suddenly overcame me, and I pulled him even closer, clearly feeling his warmth and presence. His breath caught in surprise, sending another thrill through me.

When Jungkook kissed me again—slowly and deeply, as if savoring every moment—I surrendered completely, losing myself in his embrace.

My breathing became irregular, my grip on his shirt stayed firm. Jungkook left no room for doubt. His lips moved with purpose, without hurry, as if we had all the time in the world. His hands were warm and secure on my waist, gentle enough that I could easily pull away if I wanted to.

But I didn’t want to.

The tension between us had built up for so long, and suddenly the playful teasing and intense glances made sense. Every touch felt deliberate and meaningful, igniting something inside me that I had suppressed for far too long.

Jungkook laughed softly against my lips, briefly breaking the kiss but remaining very close. “I didn't think you'd go this far.”

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling his teasing voice caused inside me as heat rose to my face. “Shut up.”

His grin widened, and his eyes sparkled mischievously as his fingers gently tightened on my waist. “Make me.”

So I did just that. I leaned in again, silencing him with another kiss—this one even more intense. As he eagerly responded, holding me tighter, I realized there was no turning back now—and that was exactly what I wanted.

I pulled him back in, fingers sliding up the front of his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin underneath. Jungkook’s breath hitched, his grip flexing against my waist before his hands moved lower—trailing down over my hips, pressing against my back to keep me close.

The desk pressed into the small of my back, but I barely noticed.

Jungkook kissed me with the same control he used in everything—slow, steady, making me feel every second of it. And it was working.

My heart was pounding.

His hands slid higher, fingertips teasing at the hem of my shirt, waiting, giving me a chance to push him away.

I didn’t.

Instead, my hands tightened in his shirt, pulling him forward just as I tilted my head, deepening the kiss.

Jungkook groaned quietly, his fingers pressing harder into my skin.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, his lips brushing against my jaw, slowly kissing downward.

My breath caught as he reached the spot just below my ear, his teeth gently grazing my skin before soothing it with his tongue.

My grip on his shirt tightened. “Jungkook—”

He hummed in response, lips trailing back up teasingly. I tilted my head, opening my eyes slightly while playing with the hem of Jungkook’s shirt.

He grabbed my wrists, pulling them away, and with a swift move, he took his shirt off, leaving me staring at him.

I swallowed.

Hard.

He noticed.

"See something you like?" he teased. Like a deer caught in headlights, I stared at him.

"You’re cute when you’re flustered," he murmured, voice low before diving back into another kiss.

He pulled me closer, his hands settling low on my back. My hand traced faint lines on his chest, the other tangled in his hair.

Jungkook’s hands wandered under my shirt, his slightly cold fingers against my heated back made me hum softly into the kiss, enjoying the sensation.

As I pressed myself more firmly against him, I felt his growing erection. He opened his eyes, meeting mine with a grin.

His hand traveled between my thighs, squeezing gently, eliciting a soft moan from me.

“I want you, Y/N,” he whispered against my lips.

“Well, I can definitely feel it,” I replied confidently, rolling my hips against his.

His other hand moved from my chest to the hem of my shirt. I turned swiftly, pushing him against the desk, and in one motion, removed my shirt.

He paused for a moment, staring. “God, you're perfect,” he whispered, pulling me closer to leave slow, heated kisses along my chest.

“Touch me again, please,” I whimpered, guiding his attention back to my eyes.

“You’re still asking?” His cocky grin returned.

His gaze darkened as he swiftly lifted me onto the desk.

“Watch out for the day report; I don't want to do it again,” I joked, shoving papers aside.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind staying longer with you,” he smiled genuinely.

For a brief moment, genuine affection flashed in his eyes before turning lustful again. He lifted my skirt—conveniently worn today—and his fingers found the already soaked fabric of my panties.

With a swift motion, he moved them aside, and with my reassuring nod, slipped a finger inside me. My moan echoed through the quiet restaurant.

He moved slowly at first, picking up speed gradually. One hand held me down by my shoulder, while the other was occupied with me.

I moaned uncontrollably, my knee brushing against his clothed erection, making his cheeks flush slightly.

“I need more,” I breathed, causing him to shudder.

He studied my face briefly, breathing shallowly. “I need you, Jungkook, please,” I begged as he added a second finger, causing my grip on his shoulder to tighten.

“Hmmm? What do you need, babe?” he teased, grinning.

He withdrew his fingers slowly, tasting them, eyes locked onto mine with undeniable Lust.

My cheeks flushed deeper, heart racing as he reached out, gently grabbing my hands and pulling me softly off the desk.

He held my hands tenderly, the playful lust in his eyes softening for a moment into something more sincere. The sudden shift didn't feel abrupt anymore; it felt as if a border was crossed for more honesty 

Jungkook exhaled slowly "I really like you, Y/N,” he confessed, his voice genuine. “Ever since I started working here two years ago, I tried to get the evening shifts just so I could spend more time around you. I enjoy every single minute I'm with you.”

My eyes widened and my heart fluttered. “I—I like you too, Jungkook,” I admitted softly, a gentle smile forming. “Even if you’re sometimes a little lazy,” I added teasingly.

“I’m only lazy around you,” he smiled warmly, tapping my nose playfully. “I just want time to slow down when I'm with you—watching you make customers laugh, seeing you scold Tae for not filling the bar properly.”

“You’re so sweet,” I whispered softly, leaning my head comfortably against his chest.

“Only with and for you,” he murmured lovingly into my hair, pulling me closer, enveloping me in a warmth that made my heart swell.“And now,” his voice turned playful again, “bend over as prettily as when you wipe the tables.”

The mood shifted back instantly. Smiling shyly, I turned and bent over the desk. “Do as you please. If you're good, maybe you'll become my co-supervisor,” I teased, looking over my shoulder.

“Fucking my way to the top now?” he joked, opening his pants and lifting my skirt again, my panties dropping to the floor.

Wetting his fingers, he massaged my entrance, making me hum in pleasure.

“You have no idea how often I've thought about this,” he said, stroking himself slowly.

“Dreams do come true,” I sighed, reaching back to stroke him.

After a brief moment, he stopped me, positioning himself at my entrance. “Ready, love?” he asked softly.

WIth a faint nod and an assuring hum he pushes himself into me.

A stretched moan from my side and a hiss from his, he's going in inch by inch. As he hits the end he stays for while. ,, Holy shit, you're really tight", he hisses, which makes me clench around him, earning a highpitched tone from him.

After some time and a much needed deep breath he starts to move slow and delicate.

But I can feel how he starts to slowly lose control, his moves quicken up and my name falls of his lips like a prayer.

I am a moaning mess, I almost can't decide between the words 'Oh God', 'Ah fuck' and 'Jungkook' , so I do my own remixes.

I can feel the knot in my lower stomach thighten and he's so good, at some point I count the stars infront of my eyes. ,,Y/N you're really hot by the way", the sudden compliment takes I back and I'm stuck by counting 7 stars.

The feeling of his dick going in and out in a fast paces makes me ready to release. I try to hold it in for a brief moment, enjoying the moment too much.,, Jungkook I'm almost...Oh God" , I say the knot threatening to explode any second.

His moves get sloppier by the second, keen on reaching his own high.

,,Come for me darling. I'm also about to.", he gasps, his grip around my hips tightening. And with that the bomb goes off. I -practically- scream his name as I release myself onto his dick, clenching my walls hard enough it sends him over the edge as well.

He thrusts a few more times before he almost collapses ontop of me.

Now, heavy breathing fills the room and I don't know how to really act at first. Jungkook pulls himself out, pulling up his pants and grabbing a tissue from the desk, cleaning me -sort of-.

“Sorry... I probably won't be able to clean you up properly here,” Jungkook said softly, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “But my place isn't far if you'd like to freshen up.” He winked at me, carefully pulling my panties back up and giving me a teasing slap.

I blushed deeply, smiling shyly. “If you don't mind, I'd really like that.” Gently, I settled onto his lap as he sank into one of the chairs, leaning comfortably against his chest.

We sat quietly for a moment, enjoying the closeness until my gaze fell onto the desk. My relaxed smile vanished instantly when I noticed the crumpled day report.

“Oh no, the report!” I groaned in frustration, picking up the paper and tossing it into the trash with a practiced flick. “I need to rewrite the whole thing.”

Jungkook chuckled softly behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “Hmm, guess we'll have to do this again,” he murmured playfully into my ear.

I laughed lightly, turning my head slightly to kiss his cheek. “Next time without interruptions, please.”

Reaching forward, I grabbed the laptop, preparing to redo the report, when Jungkook pulled out his phone with a mischievous grin. “Take your time, babe. By the way, can I save you in my phone now as 'bossy-supervisor-hot-girlfriend'?”

Surprised, I turned to face him directly. “You want me to be your girlfriend?”

He gently cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing softly over my flushed skin. His eyes held genuine warmth as he replied sincerely, “I've wanted you to be my girlfriend since the moment I first saw you.”

I felt my face grow even warmer, butterflies fluttering nervously in my stomach. “Well… then I guess you can call me that now,” I whispered shyly, quickly turning back toward the laptop to hide my flustered expression.

Smiling warmly, Jungkook placed a gentle kiss on my neck before raising his phone to snap a quick picture of us, immediately setting it as his profile picture.

,,Not when I look so fucked.. please", I whine as I type the data again.

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thanks for reading loves! ♥

Feedback always wished I'm not the best smut writer 😞🔫

Also I didn't reread the last edit so bear with me :')

[sisville-v11]

hi. today is the 4th anniversary of a very special moment in my life, and i think im finally ready for today to be the 0th anniversary of me spilling the beans on what that special moment is... we're plural. if you don't know what that means... i think the easiest way to describe it is that since 2021, we've secretly been 3 izzys in a trenchcoat masquerading as just one to the public eye; all of us share the same singular brain & body, but each of us are fully unique in our personality and interests. and now we're finally ripping the mask off and going fully public with that. god it has been. a fuckin experience to stay quiet about all this, all the times that weve had to disguise the text each of us writes to fit as a single generic one, i dont even know how to describe how freeing it is that we can finally exist as ourselves now, we have been waiting for this moment for YEARS and now its finally here aaaaaaaaaa!! ANYWAY, with that said, i guess we'll take now for each of us to introduce ourselves! ill leave it under a read more so we can truly feel unrestrained in making these as long as we want to, but the most important bits is that each of us are luna, lizzy, and ki, and please treat us as individual people thank you. if this is all new to you & you'd like to learn a bit more about plurality head here this sites pretty awesome https://morethanone.info/#

//hi, im luna, im the one whos been around the longest and was the sole one taking the helm during all the years before 2021, im the one our whole online presence is kinda built around lol. i found out i wasnt alone in here in may of that year, and my god what a fuckin weird feeling that was at the time lmfao, im not complaining that i had company in the slightest though, genuinely life improved so much once there were others i knew could take the wheel of piloting this body when i wasnt feeling up to it. honestly idk how to describe myself cause like, if you follow this account you probably already know what im like lmao most of the stuff on here aligns with my interests, like yeah i like minecraft i like broville. actually i AM the main one working on that broville video essay so theres that, a good chunk of the music we put out between 2021 and now was by me too (though, the others have been letting their own voices shine a bit more with some of our more recent works)... ok im dry now im passing this over to lizzy {HI IM LIZZY OMG FINALLY I CAN TALK UNMASKED OMG!!!!!!!!!!!! so like haiiiiii!!!! & stuff!!!! i was there when luna 1st figured out we all existed back then so ive been up here p regularly since around 2021 but ESPECIALLY grew a larger presence up here in like 2022+, i can point 2 some specific things i made cuz yea i do music 2 i love music making who up musicing they make!!!! ok so the although the sky remix was mostly me (tho luna made the base 4 that), i did the x naut fortress remix, the can you composition, & those r just a few! my interests r p similar 2 lunas so dont expect a whole lotta variance there LOL but like my personalitys p different!!! u might b seeing that rn hehe LOL i like being energetic bubbly & silly :3 who up sillyying they bubbles (me im doing that!!!) ok idk what else 2 say LOL launching a friendliness missile towards ki cuz theyre next in da big roundup of intros :D } ``hey hey, my name's ki! ^-^ I may still be relatively new here compared to these other two, but i still adore all the time i've spent up here and would like to continue to do so for the long foreseeable future! 😁 though, honestly, i'm not sure how much you'll see me on tumblr here, haha. while i quite respect this website's art-focused community & overall vibe, i don't think i'm as into it as these other two are, heh... who knows, perhaps i'll set up a bluesky account later on if i feel like that site's vibe jives with me better! so for now, you may see me make the occasional post here, but other than that? dunno how much i'll be around haha, though it is still very nice that if i do feel like writing something of any length on here, I'll get to write it purely as myself without needing to generify it! ^-^ anyway, i suppose i'll let luna cap this off, now! //anyway yeah. i guess thats the whole post. damn i dont even know what to say now, just, were pretty damn nervous posting about this lol. weve stayed quiet for this long but i feel like with how dire the world is right now, we need to show that despite it all we can still be out here living our happiest lives openly without hiding away who we truly are, like fuck that shit we out here. i hope yall are cool with us yknow not being 1 person, i really have no idea what kind of reception were about to receive for this, but i do know that no matter what, we arent gonna change who we are for anyone who really dislikes us being like this or whatever. were done hiding, its time to shine our true colors. our true individual colors. we're ready for whatever comes next. - luna, lizzy, & ki

[stuft]

I have procured a yoga mat from the Partykeller! It only took me 2 entire weeks to find them (well, a little less but I didn't know how to open the door)

I also procured from the study room some card stock paper with which to make flash cards. I was going to walk into town but I decided to look there 1st and sure enough. I cut out a bunch of them and went to make a cup of tea in the pk and when I went back there was another girl cutting out paper for flash cards! lol. after she left I made up a bunch and then looked through my notes for more words to put on there and jotted them down.

We had a trip to the "chocolarium" which makes Munz and Minor chocolates (I don't think we have them in the US or it's uncommon) which was kind of fun, we had 2 carloads of students. It's about an hour so I did a little studying on the way over there and on the way back I did a little reading. (Pride and Prejudice, which was assigned senior year in HS, I started it but never finished it but still probably got a B or C on the test).

And I was telling a story in the car about how I had asked Kazakhstan where he got his erasable pen, and he told me the store name, then started explaining where it is, and then our teacher walked in and I had forgotten to write down the store name and asked him again like after we came back from a break and he got kind of annoyed and was like I told you, Müller! and I was like Ok sorry! I'm old I forgot! MEANWHILE this same child will be doing something on his phone or focused on something else while the teacher and the other 2 of us are discussing something one of us asked and then as soon as we finish, he asks the same question like it's new! And will also ask the same question 3x. He kept asking different people if we were going to the Lindt factory today and every single one said no. He's a trip.

But anyway, after dinner there was a knock on my door and one of the girls who was in the car, I'll call her Greece, gave me her erasable pen!! She was like, you said you wanted an erasable pen so I don't use this one too much, you can have it. I was caught off guard that there was even a knock on my door and I was shoving cake into my mouth, so I should have offered her a couple Euro or something but I'll at least give her half of the chocolate I bought she said she wanted to try. But that was so sweet. I also can't remember her name because it is not a name I am familiar with.

Anyway, it seems like ppl are warming up to me a bit?

idk I have to shower and study. Tomorrow I should have the whole day to study and do my hausaufgaben and go on a stupid little walk or 3.

Also I did part of a yoga lesson from a program I bought last June for like $30. But I am still in my jeans so I quit at pigeon pose. Still though the little that I did feels good.

I can't believe I am halfway done here!! It's kinda crazy. Halfway done with the course and almost halfway thru my whole trip. I am hoping that the shook up snow globe of information that's been swirling around my head is starting to settle and I can remember it and use it better. It's hard to figure my aptitude by the end of the course.

Honestly the more time I spend here the less I want to go home. Everything here is so much more people friendly. Bike paths, sidewalks, fewer cars, more buses, more green space, the vibe is so much more easygoing than at home. I know things suck all over but I dread going back to the vibe back home. I don't feel like I belong anywhere but by the time I get back home I may be spurred to sell all my shit and just come over here and live the simpler life I strive for.

I was thinking maybe I'd come back in the later summer or fall but maybe it will be earlier. I don't know. If I want to continue with the language learning, sooner of course is better than later. idk whether I'd come back here (*to this school I meant) but it's something I may want to continue. I don't know anything but I do know that the vibe here is like hey let's take care of the citizens and offer them a decent way of life.

anyway I have to shower.

[orphanheirs]

Writing Share Tag

@tragedycoded, @illarian-rambling, @kaylinalexanderbooks, and @glbettwrites tagged me in this! Thank you!!

Bit of a longer one today since this is responding to kind of a whole backlog of tags for this game lol.

This is an excerpt from Tristan's diary when he still lived in his family home. Included is him complaining about the servants, ruining lives, being melodramatic, and fantasizing about murder. A pretty good sum of Tristan's psyche I fucking guess. I previously posted the first paragraph of this here. I'll probably post the rest at some point.

Mary is new to the household and enormously stupid. She is also an incessant annoyance. In any case it is amusing to provoke her; she looks as if she has lost her breath and sometimes I think she shall faint. “Lord! Lord! Such a child-!” she gasps, and clutches her breast while her dowdy eyes bulge out. Her kind do not last long in service here. Though honestly sometimes I wish everyone was as easy as her. Then I would have made my escape long ago. For example, Maryanne (sometimes it seems as if there are only three or four names in all the world), who courts my rage daily and is cleverer than most, has taken to closing and locking the door to the Back Stair at night, I can only assume because she has somehow guessed at my midnight rambles. Spoil her cheese and curdle her milk. She does not know I have other ways to get about the house. Yesterday I placed one of Theodosia's jewels under Maryanne’s pillow, and it has already been missed. {Later.} The jewel has been uncovered, and with it Maryanne’s villainous theft. She was swiftly dismissed, of course. But I do not feel much satisfaction from my victory. I am tired of these games. What is the use of rambling if it only be round and round in a cage? I am not a child anymore. Menander joined up as a midshipman when he was twelve and Harcourt went off to Eton. I am still just here. Laughing at these half-wits brought me some comfort during my imprisonment here, and perhaps was the only thing saving me from madness, but soon I shall never see them again and to the devil with all of them! It is high time I too was on my own and my mind was turned to greater things. Though I shant be a scholar or a soldier, but a magician. —But it is funny to think on’t: the devil coming to gobble everybody up. Mary’s eyes would pop right out of her face and the devil would pick them up and use them as marbles. Then he would ground her bones into porridge after he had melted her flesh into candles. And all the while her tongue would still be wagging, crying "Lord! Lord!”

Tagging: @gioiaalbanoart, @tragicheirs, @gaslightwestern, and @theink-stainedfolk !