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callmedaleelah · 2 months ago

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— Pinnacle [ tsukishima kei university au series ]

— don’t call me kid don’t call me baby ; like you were always the smaller fish being pushed into the larger, more hostile environments of life

author’s notes : no mention of (y/n), written in second person pov, semi alternative universe, timeskip!tsukishima, college life, not proofread, english is not my first language

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You step into the cream-colored dress, feeling the soft fabric glide over your skin. The buttons along the side fasten easily, pulling the wrap-style bodice into place, snug but comfortable. The material flows down to just below your knees, moving gently with each shift of your body. Its simplicity feels effortless, yet the way it drapes along your frame gives you an air of quiet elegance. The short sleeves and subtle v-neckline make it perfect for a casual day out, but still refined enough to catch an admiring glance. It’s light, comfortable, but it feels more like your mother’s taste than your own—a reminder of her influence over every detail. You sigh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, trying to gather yourself. Your birthday, yet somehow it feels like it’s about maintaining appearances rather than celebrating you.

The car ride is uneventful, save for your father’s quiet compliments. “You look beautiful, sweetheart,” he says, his eyes flickering back at you through the rearview mirror. His tone is gentle, as if he’s trying to connect despite the ever-present distance. You smile faintly in return, appreciating the gesture, though the weight of the evening presses on you. Your mom sits in the passenger seat, scrolling through her phone, already anticipating the evening ahead with the precision of someone who controls every detail.

It was your birthday today, but instead of the home celebration you were hoping for, your parents decided to bring you to one of the best restaurants near your campus dorm for a birthday dinner. Your mom had insisted on visiting and having a “nice family dinner” rather than letting you come home for a small party. She made it clear that you couldn’t afford to miss classes tomorrow. Her practical reasoning always felt like the final say in every decision, even on a day meant to be special for you.

As you arrive at the restaurant, an upscale place with polished floors and a soft, ambient glow, the waiter approaches your family with a well-practiced greeting. Your parents exchange pleasantries as you're led to the table, but you can feel the knot in your stomach tightening. The crisp clink of silverware and the low murmur of conversation fill the air as the waiter pulls out your chair. You’re just about to sit when a familiar voice interrupts.

“Oh, we meet here—” Yamaguchi’s voice had that warm, casual tone that instantly contrasted with the stiff elegance of the restaurant. He was dressed neatly, but his easygoing nature made the entire situation feel more bearable. His smile faltered slightly when he saw your parents, and with a quick, polite shift, he straightened and bowed, his cheeks flushed pink with sudden shyness.

Standing just behind him, Tsukishima, tall and composed, mirrored Yamaguchi’s bow, but his gaze flicked toward you for a brief moment before he resumed his usual, calm demeanor. His formality felt almost too perfect, a far cry from the casual, teasing remarks you’d grown used to.

Your mom’s sharp eyes caught the interaction immediately, a sweet but curious smile spreading across her face. “Oh, who are these, baby?” she asked, her tone sugary and pleasant, yet her eyes held that familiar intensity, always measuring, always calculating.

You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, the weight of the moment pressing down on you. “These are my friends, Mom,” you mumbled, your voice tight with discomfort. You could feel the awkwardness creeping in, but Yamaguchi, always quick to ease tension, stepped in.

“I’m Tadashi Yamaguchi,” he says with a friendly bow, his smile warm and reassuring. “It’s really nice to meet you.” He steps aside slightly, gesturing to Tsukishima. “And this is my friend, Kei Tsukishima.”

Tsukishima, standing tall and stiff, nods politely. His gaze meets yours for a brief moment, but his expression remains neutral, though there’s a subtle softness in his eyes that you’ve grown to notice in rare moments like these.

Your mother’s smile broadens, clearly pleased with their politeness. “What a pleasure to meet you both!” she says, her voice sweet, yet commanding. “Have you two ordered anything?”

Yamaguchi, ever polite, shakes his head. “No, we haven’t, we just got here,” he says, his voice carrying that friendly tone that’s always put you at ease.

Your mom’s eyes light up as she gestures toward the empty seats at the table. “Then why don’t you join us? We’re about to celebrate our daughter’s birthday.”

There’s a pause, a flicker of surprise in Yamaguchi’s expression as he looks to you for confirmation. Tsukishima remains unreadable, though there’s a faint furrow in his brow as his gaze shifts between you and your mother.

You want to disappear. The thought of them sitting here, with your parents—especially your mom, who is effortlessly charming on the outside but controls everything on the inside—makes your pulse quicken with anxiety. But you know better than to refuse her invitation. You manage a tight smile, nodding slightly as if to say it’s okay, even though it feels anything but.

Yamaguchi, sensing the tension, quickly agrees, his warm nature once again diffusing the awkwardness. “We’d be honored,” he says with a genuine smile. Then, realizing the occasion, he quickly added, “We didn’t know it was your birthday. We should’ve brought you a gift!”

Your mother waved her hand dismissively, her voice sweet but firm. “No, please. We’re happy enough to have you both celebrating with us tonight,” she said, her smile perfectly placed. She turned to your father, her voice laced with authority. “Isn’t that right?”

Your father, glanced up and nodded with a welcoming smile. “Please, take a seat,” he added, his voice kind but measured, a reflection of the calm confidence he always carried.

Yamaguchi hesitated for a moment, glancing at you as if seeking confirmation, but when he saw your awkward nod, he smiled again and accepted. “Well, if you insist,” he said lightly, easing into the situation with his usual warmth. Tsukishima, on the other hand, seemed a bit more reluctant, his eyes scanning the table before he finally took the seat next to you, his expression neutral but quietly observant.

As everyone settled into the table, the waiter returned to take your orders, but the knot in your stomach remained. This wasn’t how you had envisioned spending your birthday, and now with Tsukishima and Yamaguchi joining, the evening felt even more surreal.

The dinner conversation began smoothly, with your mom doing most of the talking, naturally guiding the conversation toward familiar territory. It wasn’t long before she turned the focus onto your dad’s accomplishments, her voice slipping into that familiar, prideful tone. “So, you boys are athletes at the university. That’s impressive!” she remarked. “My husband played softball when we met at university, though for him, it was more of a hobby. He pursued law school, of course.” She glanced at your father, a knowing smile on her lips. “He’s one of the top patent attorneys in the country now, you know.”

You winced slightly at her words, the way she effortlessly dropped in that fact, the way she always did when she wanted to make an impression.

Yamaguchi’s eyes lit up with genuine interest. “You played softball, sir?” he asked, grinning widely.

Your dad smiled, a touch of nostalgia in his eyes. “Yes, I did. But I ended up following in my father’s footsteps and becoming an attorney instead.”

The conversation continued smoothly, Yamaguchi nodding along, his curiosity keeping the exchange alive. Tsukishima, however, noticed your silence. He sat quietly beside you, his eyes occasionally flickering toward you as if sensing the growing tension beneath your calm exterior. You picked at your meal, feeling the weight of your mother’s words pulling you deeper into your thoughts.

“We’re both in our final year, though Tsukishima and I are on different major. I’m in sports science, planning to become a professional athletic trainer.” He beamed, the excitement for his future palpable in his tone.

Your mother’s eyebrow arched with interest. “Oh, that’s wonderful! A career with a lot of potential, I’m sure. Are you planning to work with any professional teams?”

Yamaguchi’s eyes lit up. “That’s the goal, yes. I’m hoping to start with local teams first, maybe even with our university’s teams after graduation. It’s all about building connections and experience.”

Your father, who had been quiet until now, chimed in with a smile. “That’s a solid plan. Athletics is a tough field, but it sounds like you have a good head on your shoulders, young man.”

Yamaguchi chuckled humbly, scratching the back of his neck. “I appreciate that, sir. It’s been a lot of hard work, but I’m really passionate about it.”

Your mother, still wearing her perfect smile, turned her gaze toward Tsukishima, her curiosity clearly piqued. “And what about you, Tsukishima-san?” Her voice took on a slightly more formal tone as she used his first name. “What are you studying?”

Tsukishima nodded once, his expression neutral. “Biochemistry, like your daughter.”

Your mother’s eyes widened slightly, impressed. “Biochemistry? That’s quite a challenging field. You must be very bright to handle that workload.”

Tsukishima, ever modest, shrugged lightly. “It’s manageable with the right time management.”

But your mother wasn’t done. Her attention zeroed in on this new revelation like a hawk. “Wait—are you her senior as well?”

You could feel the weight of the conversation shifting, and you braced yourself. Tsukishima glanced at you briefly before nodding. “I am, yes. I was her teaching assistant last semester.”

Your mother’s eyes practically sparkled with newfound interest, the dots connecting rapidly in her mind. “You’re in the same major, and you were her TA? That’s incredible.” She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping into that sugary tone she often used when she wanted something. “Tell me, Tsukishima-san, how do you manage it all? Senior year, biochemistry, TA responsibilities… I imagine it must be overwhelming at times.”

Tsukishima took a moment before answering, his expression thoughtful. “It can be, but I’ve been balancing it for a while now. I also play for the university’s volleyball team, so managing my time effectively is important. It’s all about setting priorities and staying disciplined.”

Your mother looked almost starstruck, her voice now filled with admiration. “That’s remarkable! You must come from a very disciplined family.”

Tsukishima’s expression remained unreadable, though he gave a polite nod. “My family values hard work.”

You noticed how smoothly Tsukishima navigated the conversation, always answering just enough to be respectful but never offering more than necessary. Your mother, however, seemed to hang on every word.

She turned to you then, her eyes narrowing slightly, the subtle shift in her tone becoming sharper. “See, dear? Your senior here has managed to balance academics, sports, and a TA position all while maintaining his responsibilities. Maybe you should take some notes on how to be more independent.”

The sharpness of her words hit you like a slap, even though she masked it with a tight smile. You felt a lump form in your throat, your hands clenching under the table. It was always like this—no matter what you did, you were never enough in her eyes.

Your father frowned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Now, honey, our daughter’s doing her best. She’s still adjusting—”

But your mother cut him off, her eyes still fixed on you. “Adjusting? She’s been in university for a while now, and yet she still seems to be dependent on others for help. It’s always an excuse, isn’t it? When will she learn to take responsibility and focus properly?”

The familiar sting of her criticism made your chest tighten. Without saying anything, Tsukishima reached under the table, his hand brushing against yours. His fingers wrapped around your hand gently, holding it tight enough to send you warmth, yet not so tight that anyone would notice. You turned your head slightly, eyes meeting his. His gaze was steady, calm, almost unreadable, but there was an unspoken reassurance there, as if he understood how suffocating this all felt.

He gave your hand a small, reassuring squeeze, and for a brief moment, the knot in your stomach loosened. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to remind you that you weren’t alone in this.

“With all due respect, ma’am, your daughter works very hard.” His words cut through the tension like a knife, drawing everyone’s attention. “She may struggle at times, but that’s normal. Biochemistry isn’t an easy major, and it takes time to find your footing. But I’ve seen her put in the effort. She asks questions, she seeks help when she needs it, and she’s been improving.”

Your mother blinked, clearly taken aback by Tsukishima’s defense of you. She opened her mouth to respond, but Tsukishima continued, his gaze steady.

“It’s not easy balancing everything,” he added, his tone thoughtful. “And independence doesn’t come overnight. It’s a process. She’s doing the best she can, and that’s something worth recognizing.”

Your heart swelled with gratitude at his words, the weight on your chest lifting slightly. It wasn’t often that someone stood up for you like that, and hearing it from Tsukishima—someone who rarely spoke so openly—made it all the more meaningful.

Your mother, clearly caught off guard, hesitated for a moment before regaining her composure. Her smile returned, though there was a hint of tightness in it now. “Well, I suppose you would know better, given your position as her senior,” she said, her tone polite but no longer as sharp. “It’s just… as her parents, we want to see her succeed.

Your father, sensing the shift, quickly jumped in, his voice calm. “Of course, we do, but sometimes, honey, it’s important to let her find her own way.”

Yamaguchi, who had been quiet during the exchange, finally spoke up, his voice light and friendly, trying to ease the tension. “I think she’s doing great, honestly. And besides, university is all about figuring things out, right? No one has it all together from the start.”

Your mother glanced at him, her smile softening slightly at his easygoing nature. “I suppose that’s true,” she conceded, though her eyes flicked back to you with a lingering look.

The conversation gradually moved on, but Tsukishima’s words lingered in the air. You could feel his quiet presence beside you, a steady anchor in the midst of the storm.

Then, Tsukishima suddenly spoke, his voice low and direct, pulling you back into the moment. “So, I wonder,” he began, his tone thoughtful, “why didn’t you follow the same path as your father?”

You blinked, surprised by the question. It caught you off guard, especially coming from Tsukishima, who usually preferred not to engage in such personal topics. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything, your mom jumped in, her voice carrying that usual air of authority.

“She’s always had a fascination with science,” your mother said, smiling fondly. “I remember when she was little, she got really upset when her pet fish died. She told me she wanted to learn how to help animals, so we always supported her interest in biology and science. That’s why I encouraged her to take up biochemistry in university—it seemed like a natural fit for her passion.”

There’s a pause as Tsukishima listens, his eyes flickering back to you, noticing the tension in your posture. The slight tilt of his head tells you he understands that wasn’t the answer you wanted to give.

Your gaze falls back to your plate as the memory resurfaces. “My fish died because you put it in the big aquarium in the living room,” you murmur, not looking up. “The other fish ate it while it was still adapting.”

There’s a sharp silence before your mother waves off your words with a dismissive, sweet laugh. A heavy pause lingered. Your mother chuckled lightly, waving it off. “Oh, sweetie, that’s not the point. I told you we’d get you a new one, but you were so upset. I remember you saying you’d become a vet to save more animals—such a sweet promise.”

As she speaks, your mind drifts to that moment years ago—a flashback of a younger you, standing before the large aquarium, your eyes wide with horror.

You were ten, standing in front of the enormous fish tank in the living room, clutching the small glass bowl that held your beloved pet fish. The shiny scales of the fish shimmered under the sunlight, its tiny body so fragile. You had begged your mother not to move it to the big tank, convinced that it was too small, too delicate to survive with the larger fish.

“Don’t worry,” your mom had said with a reassuring smile, lifting the fishbowl from your hands. “It will be happier in a bigger space.”

But the moment your fish was released into the tank, you knew something was wrong. The other fish circled it, their movements predatory and swift. In your panic, you had tried to stop it, your small hands banging against the glass, but it was too late. You watched helplessly as they tore into the tiny creature, your heart shattering as it disappeared into the jaws of the larger fish.

“Mom!” you had cried, tears streaming down your face as you stood frozen in place, horrified.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” she had said calmly, brushing your hair away from your tear-streaked face. “We’ll get you another one. One that’s stronger.”

But no new fish had ever replaced the one that died that day. The sight of it being devoured haunted you for days. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at the tank again, let alone keep any more pets. She didn’t understand. It wasn’t just about the fish—it was about the care, the attachment, the life you had tried to protect and failed. You had learned, painfully, that your feelings were insignificant, easily dismissed. Even now, as your mother laughed at the memory, your stomach knotted.

Back in the present, you sit silently, your mother’s cheerful recollection of the event feeling like a distant echo of the actual memory. You can feel Tsukishima’s hand tighten just a bit more around yours, grounding you. He doesn’t say anything, but in that brief squeeze, you feel understood—more than any words could offer. His thumb traces over your knuckles slowly, offering you a quiet, unspoken solace amidst the clamor of the dinner conversation that’s no longer yours.

The conversation continues around you, but you’re not really listening anymore. You’re just focused on the gentle pressure of Tsukishima’s hand, feeling just a little less invisible.

As the waiter clears the plates on your table, another one brings out the cake—birthday cake, your hands fidget slightly in your lap, the candles’—in number 20—warm light reflecting in your eyes. The staff’s singing feels loud in your ears, but Yamaguchi’s cheerful clapping makes you smile despite the awkwardness. When your father holds up the phone, you feel a flush of heat rise to your cheeks, especially as Yamaguchi’s enthusiasm brightens the moment. “Make a wish!” he calls, his voice cutting through your nerves.

Closing your eyes, you inhale deeply. The room quiets for a moment as you focus on the wish, your heart fluttering between uncertainty and hope. When you blow out the candles, everyone claps, but it’s Tsukishima’s soft, lingering gaze that catches your attention. His calm, almost imperceptible smile feels like a silent acknowledgment, one that reassures you more than words could.

You begin slicing the cake, your hands trembling slightly as you hand out each piece, smiling when you see Yamaguchi dive into his slice with delight. Just as you settle into your own piece, your mother’s soft voice cuts in, “Oh baby, you shouldn’t eat this at night, you’ll ruin your diet, and I don’t want to upset your nutritionist. You can save it for later, okay?”

Your fork freezes halfway to your mouth. The table goes quiet, and you feel the weight of their eyes on you, your mother’s disapproving gaze and the awkwardness that follows her comment settling heavily on your shoulders. The smile you had slips as you glance down at your plate. The sweet taste of the cake now feels hollow.

Your father tries to defend you, his voice softer than before. “Let her enjoy it, it’s her birthday.” His words attempt to lift the mood, but your mother’s insistence lingers, wrapping you in a suffocating sense of control you can’t quite shake.

“She’ll get sick if she eats too much sugar and processed flour. We don’t want that, do we?” Your father falls silent, his efforts to defend you fading. The once-lively atmosphere now feels strained, but as you take another look at your plate, you push the thoughts aside.

As the dinner winds down, your mom turns to Yamaguchi and Tsukishima. “Thank you for being here tonight,” she says warmly, “Now, how about sharing your birthday wishes?”

Yamaguchi’s face lights up as he leans forward. “I wish you all the best, good health, happiness, and that you stay gorgeous and slay every day!” His playful warmth eases the tension just a bit, drawing laughter from the table, but it’s Tsukishima’s quiet observation that follows which lingers longer.

He looks at you, his gaze steady, almost piercing. His lips part as he speaks, his voice softer but deliberate. “I hope you heal from the things you can’t talk about… and that you start doing what’s right for you.”

The words hang in the air, much deeper than the usual birthday pleasantries, touching something raw within you. His eyes don’t leave yours, and for a brief moment, you feel exposed, but also seen—understood in a way no one else at the table has managed. His calm demeanor doesn’t falter, but there’s a sincerity in the way he speaks that makes your chest tighten with emotion.

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shocymer · 6 months ago

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121U. 「 Want To Want You 」

"Accidentally crash in to the afterparty of your college football club. There's not a single thought that you end up making out with their hot quarterback."

Pairing : Baekhyun × afab! reader

Word counts : 1.5k

Contents & Warning : suggestive, university! AU, football player! Baekhyun, strangers to lovers, inspired by Day6 -121U.

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“Where? Huh? Your major’s festival? Okay okay I’ll be there, I’ll call you back later.” Hanging up the call with your bestie, you rushed up to her faculty building.

Now is 11 p.m. In fact, your best friend asked you to join her since the afternoon. But you've need to gather some reference books in the library first. Too immersed in it, you can’t believe it's almost midnight already.

Isn't it too lively at this late hour? Many tents were still set up firmly, decorated with vivid hanging lamps on each booth. There are still a lot of visitors coming in and out. Feels so different on the first time you set foot here, especially seeing the unusual views. Yeah you admit that you’re not such an update student when it’s come to campus events. Seems like what your best friend said is true, you need to have a little fun at least during your college year.

‘Ding’ a notification sound lit up your phone screen under your grasp. A simple text message showed up the second you are tapping on it.

(Bestie) bae don't call me, my phone is nearly dying. Oh I’m in the blue one! Cya xoxoxo

Ah, seriously? You thought while typing a quick reply.

(You) mkayy

Whether you’re tired or something, the first thing you do is looking for a blue tent just like what 'you assume' she said. As far as the eye could see, there’s no sign of a blue tent around. You let out a deep sigh before decided to left the festival area. Thinking that it will be easier to find those place outside rather than in there.

Once taking a few steps out of the entrance gate, you see a beam of blue light radiating in the corner of the groups of tents. You approach where the light initially came from in confidence. Hoping to find your best friend then drag her home right away. But after you are getting closer, seems like it came through from a different place, which turned out to be separated from the festival booths. However, you still give it a go. Who knows she might be there, right?

The vibe is obviously too contrast, a faint upbeat music began to be heard clearly as you slowly enter the tent. Lot of unfamiliar faces are busy talking to each other. At the time like this, you regret not to be friends with another major students long before.

Beyond your expectation, the tent is connected to a building you've never been to. The deeper you go, the blue light becomes denser. You look around, groups of supposed to be female students surrounded each of male students, having an exhilarating convo that you still unsure about. But It’s giving a party to celebrate something. A slight hint of alcohol odor is also filled the room made you so sure of it. Your curiosity is answered once you saw a pile of football helmet proudly placed at the corner along with a big trophy next to it.

Well, it looks like you got lost here. Automatically shook your head after thinking of how this party coincides with the festival outside. You intended to get out as soon as possible. Alas, the group of girls you saw earlier simultaneously ran after one of the football players, till you pushed to the side.

Hand grabbed the door handle in reflex as you tried to stand still, “crazy, how famous are these guys here?” You said irritably.

Little did you know there’s someone next to you, chuckling at your words. His long fingers covered the thin lips of his, trying to muffle the laughter. Those voice was so satisfactionaly crisp that it tickled your ears. He stopped doing so after both of your eyes met.

Breathtaking. is the first word that comes to your mind. The way those eye smile formed when he is laughing despite a few strands of damp hair subtly covered it. His tall and quite slender figures caught your eyes the most. You can’t believe with those delicate look, he is literally one of them as the game jersey still wrapped around his torso perfectly fit. You stare at him in awe, wondering how pretty his pair of orbs can be if there’s a chance to looking at it up-close.

“Are you okay?” He asked after realizing you were lost in thought for a moment.

“Y-Yeah I’m totally fine.”

Leaning closer to you, he raised his voice a little bit right next to your ear. “But you don’t seem so. Perhaps, do you need something to drink?”

You're the one who's gone crazy, the music has been this loud ever since. How can you mesmerized at this man to the point you could caught his laughter so clearly before. You tried to collect your own sanity before lean over to him,

“No thanks, there’s only booze that I see around.”

His mouth form an “A” shape for a couple of seconds, before fully suggested you something, “I have some water. If you don’t mind, c’mere.”

You nodded as following his back behind, opening the door that you held for your dear life a few minutes ago, which is the football team’s locker room. Even this room decorated with much darker blue light just to match the party vibes. At least your hearing is saved as only less loud music can be heard outside.

He handed you a black metallic water bottle, “I never see you before.”

“Uhm well, actually my faculty is 5 buildings away from here. So.. Yeah” You gulped down the water that he offer to you. “Thanks by the way.”

“Sure no problems.”

After that only silence remained, the mood’s shifting undeniably fast. Looking at how awkward both of you right now. You pay close attention to what is printed on his back. ‘Baekhyun’ and number ‘04’ are visibly written on it. Sometimes he took a glance at you only to catch you red-handed staring at him so intent. Feeling like a blood rushed up to his head, he's too shy to say anything. He decided to brush it aside by ruffling his still damped hair.

Your fingertips itching to reach his front bangs while blurting out few words under your sense, “you’ll catch a cold if you don’t dry your hair properly.”

As your hand nearly touch his hair, he grab it swift motion. “Just.. don’t touch it.”

“Ah sorry I didn’t mea-”

Before you succeed pulling your hand back, he brought it to his cheek while keeping the eye contact with you. Slowly, his lips putting a soft kisses by the end of your palm. “Can you dry it off for me?”

Without a single thought, you reach an unclaimed towel that’s neatly folded on the bench. Then stretching out your hands to dry his hair off as you positioned yourself face to face along to him. At first you actually did that heartily. But after you realized he didn't let go of his gaze towards you as if you would disappear at any moment, your rationality poofs away.

Too dangerous. Your heart beats goes up in rapid speed. If it’s not under the dim light the flushed cheeks of yours would definitely be seen by him,

“why.. you keep staring at me like that?”

“Because I want to.”

“What If.. I want you?” Fingers squeezing through the hem of slightly wet cloth that cling on top his head as you expected perhaps a rejection.

“Well, If that’s the case,” he tucked your hair behind your ear, “I will let you have me.”

His index finger lifted your chin, demanding an eye contact meanwhile his other hand busy untangled your clenched digits to be interlocked with his. Bodies lean forward, the tip of lips are nearly touching, the scent of soft linen and a hint of floral mixed into one only to tease your sense of smell. His warm breath sparked the overflowing desire,

“Please.. don’t tease me..”

He chuckled with head hanging low for a mere seconds before his deep brown orbs seeking through into yours for once again, “first I need to know your name, young lady.” While planting a quick kiss on the back of your hand.

Your lips trembled, stumbling upon the word by word of your own government name which ended up make him burst in laughter. He find you too cute to be true. “Your name is beautiful, just like you.”

He pulled you into deep yet passionate kisses. A slight of naughty smile formed on his lips, the way he felt your body shudder as soon as his fingers running from the nape of your neck down to the lower back. Moving in painfully slow motion.

Head’s going blank, eyelids are too heavy to open, you murmured between the making out session under your control. “But.. I’m not as beautiful as you Baekhyun..”

Out of everyone’s encounter him in romantic ways, you’re the one and only who’s flatter him using the word ‘beautiful’ at such timing. He couldn’t help, hiding an ear to ear smile against your shoulder. Till his soft whisper blown into your sensitive ear.

“Just wait, I will prove you wrong after this.” following by a michievous wink in the end.

a.n. I know it's a sudden baekhyun fic because I miss him lately after I rewatch exo's killing voice T.T He's my ult bias in exo and I really want to tell him that he's so beautiful, gorgeous, spectacular, amazing, breathtaking, scrumptious, immaculate + other praises following behind. Oh well, Happy Birthday Byun Baekhyun! ♡

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timetravellibrarian · 5 months ago

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Ace x reader

Just me writing something to clear my heartbreak. Cried enough already.

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In another universe...

Where Blackbeard's plans had failed and Luffy managed to save his dear older brother.

In another universe...

Where Akainu couldn't get his last attack in because you managed to block it from hitting either of your favourite boys.

In another universe...

Where you had a df that could heal any injuries. Even if Akainu had placed a large whole in your best friend's body, you could still do something. Recreate all the missing parts and fit them in like they were never burnt to a crisp.

In another universe...

Where Ace could see that he is loved. That he deserves to live. That he is no curse but a blessing in many of the lives of people he met.

The both of you sat at one of the windows of the Polar Tang. Ace's head on your lap and you ruffling his hair. Death was so close to having it's clutches on him. Now it was time for him to rest from all the emotions experienced on that battlefields.

Whitebeard was dead. His father figure was left to die standing back at Marineford. His crew retreating with tears threatening to spill. If it hadn't been for Shanks appearing out of nowhere there wasn't a doubt that they would have not left the place in a casket.

Luffy was being treated by Law and his crew, his body having caught up to all the energy hormones, the near death experiences, the amount of of power he had to use to try and save Ace. He gave his all. Even when his crew weren't by his side, he tried.

Your eyes trailed over Ace's peaceful state. You had forced him to wear a shirt. Since he had hung onto life by a thread, his power had already left, leaving him to experience temperatures he wasn't used to before eating the devil fruit.

Luffy still thought his brother was dead unfortunately. Everyone did. They hadn't seen him being picked up and healed along the way.

The sound of his steadied breath was comforting.

"Luffy's stable," Law approached the two of you silently, noting that the one was asleep." His body took on a lot. Needs time to repair itself."

"Thank you, Law." You head leaned against the wall as you looked at him, hands absentmindedly playing with Ace's hair.

"You alright? You look worse for wear." The doctor sat beside you.," I don't think reforming organs and tissues was your specialty." His tired eyes trailed over to the bandaged on your fingers.

"I try my best,"

Once Luffy had awoken, his eyes catching a glimpse of a tall dark haired male with freckles arguing with you over wearing a jacket he couldn't believe it.

"You're gonna catch a cold,"

"No, I won't." Cue the sneeze. He reluctantly wore the jacket. He looked away when he knew your face would have an expression that screamed "I told you so.". His eyes met with his younger brother's instead.

"Ace?"

The boy's eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing but his body immediately ran to his brother, tears starting to fall .

"ACE!!!"

They both collapsed onto the floor as they took in each other's presence. It was a happy sight. One that brought a smile onto your face. If it took your hands bleeding to see this kind of exchange, going past your healing capabilities, then it was worth it.

Soon you were pulled into the hug. Being squashed between the two brothers.

"THANK YOU SO MUCH, Y/N!" Luffy screamed into you face, a waterfall of tears going down his cheeks. He continued to spew a thousand words of thanks while still squashing you in a hug.

Law watched from the side, a small smile on his face. Ace catching him in his peripheral before walking to him to talk about something.

But soon the time for everyone to separate came. Rayleigh taking in Luffy to undergo training. Soon you were left alone with your friend, watching as his younger brother retreated.

The feel of a larger hand intertwining with yours caught your attention. Eyes going up to the taller fellow beside you. His face had relieved itself from his carefree smile and had a thoughtful frown.

"You alright?"

No answer. Before you could ask again you were carefully enveloped into a hug. You're head against his chest. A small peck was placed on your forehead.

"Thank you."

#one piece #ace #portgas d ac #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #one piece x reader #luffy #marineford

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hierba-picante · 6 months ago

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I'll Be There Ch.1

Summary: You are Gregory's older sibling! :D He tags along with you to your interview for your new job at the pizza plex!

Edit: Fic is now on AO3!

A/N: GUYS!!! THE LONG AWAITED FIIIC YIPEEE!!

I'm sorry this took a while to come out- I thought today was Friday--my bad guys :'D- I did also say I was going to post this to AO3 but uhm erm,... I was unaware of the invitation and having to wait a few days to get approved..SO I POST THE TWO CHAPTERS HERE!! They will later get uploaded to AO3 once I have the account settled!!

Word Count: 6k!!

Tags!: gn!reader, many hijinks, no use of y/n, Gregory is a little shit, the daycare attendants are goofy, Moon, Sun, and Eclipse are all separate animatronics!, Daycare attendants have transatlantic accents, Alternate universe- Canon Divergence, self insert, 2nd person POV, mentions of minor injury!!

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Serene. Quiet. In the warm grasp of your peaceful slumber. Your toasty blanket completely engulfed you whole. Your face poking out just enough to let air flow into your nose for proper breathing. Your room was cozy, well, your side of the room. A desk cluttered with trinkets and paperwork. Scribbled notes on top of books. Your soft bed adjacent to said desk. Some fairy lights strung about as to not let it ever be a full dark night. Plush animals strewn about to occupy the remaining space of your bed and floor beneath it. Ah yes, one could get used to such luxury.

The other side belonged to your little brother. A handful he was, one you kept close to your heart. His own plush animals are thrown around to mingle with his light boards and remote control cars. A small desk with crayons and construction paper. Some snippets of color here and there. A small pile of markers missing their caps. No matter, you’d find them another time. His bed laid empty, his liveliness unbeknownst to you. For now.

You awoke to a plush object falling onto your face. Your little brother’s laugh rang through the room. Feeling his weight shift onto the bed as he giggled and nudged you awake. Smiling to yourself, you sat up and let the object fall onto your lap. A yellow teddy bear with a blue gingham ribbon. How cute.

With a yawn and a stretch you greeted your sibling by ruffling his hair. “Morning, pudge.” He shook his head away and lightly smacked your hand. “Hey!”

You couldn’t help the chuckle that left your throat. “Heyyy!” Mocking him with a smirk, you ruffle his hair once more. A harsh nudge of his head sent your hand flying off. Before you could react, he sent himself shooting right into your abdomen. “Oof-!” You breathed out. Minor pain aside, he curled himself up into your lap and started babbling about a dream he had.

You glanced out your window as your hand tucked his hair behind his ear. The sun hasn’t come out yet. Blue hour. Smiling, you closed your eyes with a hum. Right on time.

This was routine for you and your little brother, Gregory. He’d wake up at around four in the morning and immediately run up to your bed. Toss his plush as high up into the air as possible and let it fall onto your unsuspecting self. Of course, Gregory only wakes you up for the important things, consisting of: a glass of water, a sweet bread, some cereal, or just to talk your ear off about the wildest dream he had. This time, he chose the latter.

Normally, you’d wait for him to talk to himself to sleep, but you were particularly tired this morning. So you scooped up your little brother, interrupting his dream talk session.

He expressed his dismay by tugging on your shirt and raising his voice. You got off the bed briefly to remove some of your plush animals. Once satisfied with the space you made, you cradled him back to bed with you. Giving him most of your pillow as he made himself comfortable. Humming a short tune as you bundled up the blankets around the two of you.

“Alright, tell me what else happened in your dream,” you said, smiling and pinching his nose. He laughed and scrunched his eyes closed.

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The bright sun is what woke you up first. You sat up with a groan. Not quite the morning person you used to be, you sat up with eyebrows already knitted together, squinting at your window with repugnance. Begrudgingly, you made your way to shut the pesky light out with curtains. Only to get cut off by a sudden crash downstairs.

Oh come now, what time is it even? You thought to yourself. The clock read 6:32 a.m. That checks out. Gregory, still being the morning person, was usually making himself some sort of breakfast by this time. Grabbing a sweater, you made your way down the stairs. Dreading what sort of mess you’d find on your arrival.

“Don’t come down!! I dropped a glass bowl!!” he warned you. You paused and looked down at your fuzzy socks. You left your slippers upstairs. Admittedly a bad habit, but one that Gregory took into account.

“Did you get cut? Do I need to get the bandages?” you hollered back to him as you made your way back to get your slippers.

A few seconds of silence passed by. Taking that as a yes, you made swift work of retrieving the bandages from the mirror cabinet in the upstairs bathroom, along with some antiseptic if needed. You smiled to yourself. Remembering how clumsy Gregory had been in his younger years. Often running to you in tears after scraping his knees, or getting stung by a bee he'd been chasing. It was rare to see him without a bandage somewhere. Your thumb traced over the bandaid box gently. You yourself were rather clumsy. Often bumping your nose into something or getting cut by the most random things. Just like Gregory, you'd be seen with some sort of bandage. Or even a bruise here and there.

Laughing to yourself, you made your way to the kitchen. Gregory had already swept up the glass debris. He dumped it into an old kitchen rag before tying it with a rubber band. All while wearing oven mitts. Something you'd taught him to avoid any further injury. Whether it be you or anyone else who comes across it.

"C'mere, lemme see," you offered with a hand. Embarrassed, he made taking off the oven mitts as slow as humanly possible. Mumbling something about it not being that bad. "Gregory." Warning him as if you'd already begun to count to three. He groaned out a "hmph" and let his wrist fall onto your hand.

The cut itself was wide. About a quarter size to be exact. It looked like he peeled a sliver of skin off, enough so to have little specks of blood forming. Not a deep cut, thank goodness, but a cut nonetheless. You hummed and dabbed some of the antiseptic on. Your little brother grimacing a bit at the sting.

"How did you get this from dropping a bowl?" you questioned as you slipped on a bandaid. Keeping your hold so he wouldn't find a way to weasel out.

Gregory huffed, "I didn't. I got it from cutting strawberries. I didn't wanna use the cutting board, so I cut them in my hand. But the knife slipped and...yeah…” he trailed off.

You hummed, seeming satisfied with his answer. Hand hovering just an inch above his bandaged wound. You smacked it. "Ow!! What??" he fumed.

"You couldn't be bothered to wash a cutting board? Now look. You have a quarter sized piece of skin missing," you gestured towards his wrist.

"So?" he cradled his wrist towards his chest.

"So?" you parroted back, "You know how easy these can get infected if you don't take care of it properly? Knowing your ass, I'm gonna have to remind you to regularly keep it clean."

Gregory's voice grew quiet. "Nooo."

You chuckled. "Yeaaah," you said, mocking his tone. Your brother laughed as he shoved your shoulder.

"Go back to bed, don't you have that interview at two?" he commented as he made his way back to his fruit.

"I do. Did you wanna come with?"

He thought for a moment, "Hmm..I guess so. Knowing your ass, you'd probably forget where you park." A knowing smile danced across his face.

It was your turn to laugh, "I mean I do—but it's also just a fun place, I think. I figured you can look around and play games while you wait for me."

Gregory feigned his deep thought, "Hmm…wellllll.”

You chuckled and pinched his nose, "It's either yes or I leave you here alone for three hours. I don't want an 'I guess.'" Your brother shook his face away in laughter.

"Okay, okay! I'll tag along!"

You smiled at his answer, "Alright, be ready by 1:30." You ruffled his hair before heading to the stairs. The faint sound of chopping on a cutting board could be heard once you reached your bedroom door. Your shoulders relaxed. "Good egg,” you whispered to yourself.

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The drive there wasn't too bad. Early afternoon on a weekday. People were either working or in class. Either way, it allowed you to arrive ten minutes early. You turned your car off and rummaged around in your bag before exiting your car. You looked at the massive building before you. A silent gasp fell from your mouth as you opened Gregory's door.

"I didn't expect the pizzaplex to be that big…" you mumbled as your little brother laughed.

"Didn't you read up on the job offer before applying?" he poked at your side.

You jumped and swatted his hand away. "I did!” You exclaimed as you shut the car door. “…The important parts at least..." Your answer only gives more fuel to Gregory's laughter.

True, you had read up on the offer itself, the expectations and what not. Just not the rest of what the place had to offer as entertainment. You were there for a retail position. Specifically, a spot in the Lucky Star's Gift Shop. Expectations were: know how to manage a register, minor custodial experience, customer service, and general knowledge of the products you'd be selling. Those products being: plush toys, candies, apparel, trinkets, etc. An easy job surely.

You didn't expect the pizzaplex to be the size of a super mall and then some. Your wide eyes glued to the building as Gregory dragged you to the front doors. The parking lot was thankfully not as full. You felt comfortable in trusting your sibling to guide you to your destination.

A small chime rang once the two of you arrived. The smell of pizza and freshly cleaned carpeting wafted in the air. The ceilings were higher than the sky. Tiled floors waxed clean and carpeted floors as vibrant as the day they'd been installed. Gregory let go of your hand as he took a step ahead. Eager eyes darting around all the possible things he could do: an exciting collection of bowling, racing, arcades, and a food court, to name a few. He felt his stomach growl. His window shopping, however, got interrupted by a robot. A cute little thing. Just an inch taller than Gregory. Colored cheeks and the animation of a stiff broomstick. A colorful sunny shirt with the words "Daycare!" littered across its chest. A quick scan from your head to toe gave it all the information needed.

"Interview number 24, scheduled in 8 minutes. Early. Punctual. With a—" it stopped and gave a slight nod, "—plus one. I am one of the daycare's staff robots, greetings. Would you like me to show you to the location of the interview? Do you need to enroll the young one into the daycare while he waits?" It offered its metallic hand towards you.

You smiled and shook your head. "Thank you! But he’s alright on his own, I appreciate the offer though!" You made quick work of fishing for your credit card in your wallet. "Alright Greg, I'm leaving you with this to use responsibly. Food and a few games. Keep your phone volume on high and with you at all times. I'll call you once I'm done, alright?"

His eager hands snatched the piece of plastic, "Alright!" And with that, he was gone. Laughter hummed through your chest as you took the staff bot's hand. Just an interview. In and out. Then you'd find Gregory and be on your way home.

The walk there helped you familiarize yourself with the layout of the first floor. You took note of a few bathrooms and emergency exits. The bright neon lights arranged in stripes along the wall caught your eye. How you didn't notice that upon first entering was beyond you. The larger than life statues in the dead center as well. The Glam Rocks, in golden splendor.

You kept making mental notes as you followed the staff bot up the escalators—a gift shop or two on the side, a few designated party rooms—just some things you'd expect to see in the pizzaplex. You almost bumped into the bot as it halted. Pristine walls were decorated with a fun blue sky and the words “Super Star Daycare!” Two painted over doors sat in the middle. The right door had a small screen on it. A small wave of the staff bot’s hand had the screen flashing a green color. The doors click open, granting you both access. You watched in awe at the interaction, smiling to yourself at the notion that kids under Fazbear care were taken very seriously. Enough so to only allow a select few during working hours.

What you didn't expect was to hear the reverb of a band. Wasn't this a daycare? You didn't recall reading about there being two bands within the facility. That or the Glam Rocks hosting shows for the smaller children. Sensing your confusion, the staff bot chimed, "While this is a daycare, the attendants do like to offer shows to both children and family members. A sort of break from taking care of all the little ones running around. It keeps them still long enough while me and the others get nap time essentials ready—or when organizing the place during a busy day." You nodded at it's explanation. The staff bot took your hand once more and guided you into the hallway.

The glittery ivory flooring wasn't new, but the light fixtures were. Instead of intense neon, this section of the pizzaplex favored a warm light hung by chandelier. There were faint wooden walls staring back at you. It felt elegant to say the least. Catching you off guard, as you wouldn't expect this sort of appeal from a daycare. But a place to hold shows? You could picture it.

The daycare itself was enormous. The front doors loomed over you, as did its walls. Your eyes trailed up to find a sort of railing at an even higher level. You could only assume it was to help clean and maintain the structure. While it was walled off, the daycare offered viewing windows for anyone who dropped off their kid. Or in this case, for you to peer into.

The bot led you a bit aways from the daycare. Noticing a small fault in your steps, it offered you a small stop to look through the side window. Paying attention to your growing curiosity for the daycare attendants. You smiled in thanks and turned your attention to watch.

A bright sunny animatronic held the position as lead guitarist. His rays dancing about with little head shakes along with his background vocals. His counterpart, a sleepy night capped moon animatronic, played what looked like a bass while also taking lead vocals. Easily keeping up with the sun's guitar. Behind them, another animatronic was on drums. He resembled the sun, but had a darker color palette and a dark silhouette in his rays. He had a calmer smile to him. While he didn't sing along, he did keep up with their energy. An eclipse themed animatronic, you deduced.

Next to the moon was another guitar player, a more human looking animatronic. His color palette matched the sun's while taking the personality of the moon. Rays shooting out from his curly hair. To the sun's left was a female animatronic, another human-esque one. A violin in one hand and a wide smile and energy to match the sun's. Though her color palette resembled the moon's more than anything. Even sporting a similar nightcap.

"A Thousand Eyes, I believe that's what they're playing. It's a popular choice here. Bobby Vee?" the bot nodded, "Yes Bobby Vee, a classic." You continued looking on, impressed by their performance.

Your eyes danced across their attire: the sun sporting an exciting patterned button up shirt, bright yellow suns decorating his arms and chest. His pants were high waisted and loosely flared at the legs. Having a clown like ruffle at both ends, with cute sun's at the knees. The moon wore a red vest atop his own button up shirt. A puffed short sleeve with moons leading into a tight long sleeve seamlessly. Sporting similar pants as his counterpart, the main difference being the moons on his knees and a faint change in fabric color at the hips. As well as the buttons, which formed in a triangular pattern at his waist. Their clothing is reminiscent of both a 50s working man's attire and a 50s clown costume.

The eclipse was vastly different in clothing. An eclipse patterned button up yes, but short sleeved. No elongated pants either. Instead, he was clad in high waisted, two toned shorts with two pairs of belts. A pair of knee socks hugged at his legs before leading into his jester shoes. You couldn't help the smile growing on your face. While his counterparts had casual working man's clothing, he wore a relaxed summer outfit.

The human leaning designed animatronics had contrasting aspects. While the male's color palette resembled the sun and eclipse, he had somber imagery: a yellow short sleeved button down riddled with rain clouds and drops. His pants flaring with ruffles. The latter being cleverly white with raindrops defying gravity and drifting up his legs. His female counterpart sporting sad blues to match the moon. Specks of happy suns littered her puffy sleeved button up. Her own vest was colored a happy yellow with four pointed stars. Her high waisted shorts were a two toned blue with similar stars dancing at the ends. A sun patterned nightcap atop her head.

"So remember when you tell your little white lies that the niiiight~ Has a thousand eyyyyes~!", The sun and moon sang while their human counterparts accompanied with a falsetto. The eclipse excitedly hit his symbols to signify the end of the song.

The daycare erupted in cheers and you couldn't help but clap softly. The animatronics bowed as flowers and toys were thrown to the main stage. The sun was the first to rise, his smile widening as he made eye contact with you. You smiled back and raised your hands up a bit. Wanting to make sure he saw you were clapping. Only for said clapping to stop once he winked at you. You couldn't help the silent gasp you let out. The girl animatronic jumped up from her bow, waving to children excitedly. Turning to yank her other half up. Her eyes briefly caught your's, her smile growing that much wider.

“Two minutes remaining until the interview. Shall we be on our way?” The staff bot unknowingly offered you an out to your awkward expression. "Y-Yea! Let's!" you agreed. This time you took its hand in yours as you walked away.

"Ah—I see you were familiar with the way to the Lucky Star's Gift Shop?" you stopped abruptly.

“Uhm...nooo..." sheepishly admitting you were, in fact, not.

The bot laughed, "Don't worry, it's a few steps in front of you."

You glanced up from your stance and saw the sign in front of you. "Oh—! Well look at that…" biting the inside of your cheek as you continued leading the staff bot there.

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"Guys! Did you see them? The new interviewee for the gift shop?" Sun exclaimed. His fellow bandmates looked around for said interviewee.

"I don't think we did," Moon admitted, "Brother?"

Eclipse shook his head, "Sorry, afraid not. PeyPey?” he turned to the human animatronic.

"Hmm...can't say I did, Caro?" his counterpart excitedly nodded.

"I did! I think they were absolutely darling, wouldn't you agree Sun?" she rested her head on PeyPey's shoulder.

Sun excitedly nodded his head, "I do! Darling and kind! They clapped for us after we played! Oh, I can't wait to meet them!!"

Moon chuckled, "That's if they get hired, brother dear. And knowing the luck with past interviews, I'm afraid their chances look slim."

Eclipse clicked his tongue, "Well, never say never, Moon. Don't sour Sun's optimism."

PeyPey nodded in agreement, "I think this is the first one to actually stop and watch a bit of our show.”

"Right you are! I'm sure we've more than grabbed their attention, enough so to have them really aiming to win this interview~!" Sun sang out as he began to put his guitar away. The rest of the band mates followed suit with their own instruments.

"Well, possibly…maaaybeee," his lunar brother teased as he put on his neck ruffle.

"I just hope it all turns out okay," Eclipse added while also fitting his own neck garment on.

"Oh come now, I'm sure they'll ace it! They've already made quite the impression on Sun, I'm sure he'd be more than happy to convince the company otherwise if it all came down to it," Caro commented.

Her other half chiming in, "It'd be nice to finally open up the gift shop. The staff bots help a lot but none have what the higher ups are looking for, even with all the programming they do."

Moon hummed in thought, "What do you suppose they're looking for?" He opened his palms as if waiting for something. All eyes turned to PeyPey.

"Well...someone kind and patient, who can connect with guests, and…someone who has experience with children? Especially the younger ones. Someone who has a real knack for it," he concluded.

Eclipse twirled his drumstick. "That sounds about right. Certainly the type of person I'd want working in a gift shop right next to a daycare," he smiled.

"Speaking of daycare: our other jobs await! Come on!" Sun spun his rays as he ran off to the growing number of children waiting to get checked in.

Eclipse laughed and followed his brother. "Hold on now! Let me just wrangle up PeyPey and Caro!" Moon called over to his brothers.

He held out his arms and nodded towards the two animatronics. Both of which did a quick jump into the air. After a small popping sound and puff of clouds, they were the size of pineapples. Landing softly into Moon's embrace.

"Why they made you two as both small and tall will always confuse me," he quipped as he jogged over to the check in.

"Aww, Moon, don't you find us helpful when the kids get into small spaces? Or when you need an extra pair of hands for paperwork?" Caro asked while tugging on his ruffle.

The animatronic rolled his eyes with a smile, "I suppose so."

"Or how about when you need us to walk around the daycare during nap time? The other two aren't aren't too great at sneaking like us three. Especially on a full day. Are we helpful then? Or how about—" PeyPey's words got cut short by Moon's hand gently patting his head.

"Alright alright! You're both helpful even when the size of fruits! Happy?" he exasperated. The pair nodded, satisfied with his answer.

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The gift shop was pretty homey, reminiscent of a mom and pop shop, and matching the personality of the daycare indeed. Faint primary colored wooden walls surrounded you, accompanied by cartoons of the attendants frolicking about. Ivory tiled flooring at your feet, white wooden shelves with card labels for what would be set out. ‘Sun plush toys here,’ read the one. ‘Eclipse plush toys here,’ read another. The shop was well kept. No dust in sight and your reflection smiled back at you from the floor.

Yep, well kept.

"Alright, I've got your papers all settled here. Now let's see…" What would be your manager beckoning you to the front register. You loudly gulped and nodded as you made your way to her.

She was a warm woman. Pansy was what she went by. She was average height and wore a black button up with some slacks. A pen held up her messy bun. Glasses hung at the bridge of her nose. During your initial interaction, you'd find out that not only was she this giftshop's manager, but the manager of pretty much every other shop here in the pizzaplex. How does she manage all the inventory and employees? You'd never know. Trying to think about it made your balance shift off its axis. Even with the technological advancements of staff bots roaming around, managing that many stores must be exhausting. What with customer service whilst also making sure everyone on the team was okay.

"Your resume is nice, your experience certainly fits our criteria. We would love to have you, but you must answer one question correctly," she watched you through the rims of her glasses.

With nervous eyes, you nodded at her once more. Urging her to continue.

"When you see a child begin to cry after a fall, what do you do?" The question itself wasn't one you were expecting.

Befuddled, you recounted the times that child was Gregory. "I...I don't make it into a big deal. If I do, they learn that every little problem is a bigger deal than it's supposed to be. Help them up, make sure they're okay and point out how there's no injury. Gravitate their attention to something else," you glanced back at her and tried to read her reaction.

This was how you raised Gregory. For whatever accident happened. You made sure not to baby him as much, and to show him ways to get back up. On the off chance you weren't around. It's how your parents had raised you, so you raised your little brother the same way.

She nodded and scribbled a few things onto her pad, "Well, consider yourself hired!" She immediately grabbed your hand and shook it.

Your air left your lungs in a gasp, “Really?” attempting to match the strength in her own handshake.

"Of course! Every interview I've had failed to give an honest answer. It's always, 'cradle them until they stop crying' or 'leave them there to cry until they stop', I was beginning to doubt I'd ever open this shop up!" her laughter raised into the ceiling.

"The position you're applying for is no daycare attendant, but to hire someone without at least that sort of experience? Right next to a daycare?" she waved her opposite hand, "Don't even get me started! I know I can confidently leave you here to handle any child. After your training period of course! If you can calm a kid down before the waterworks, you've made it!" her laughter died down as did her handshake.

Your mouth hung open in a smile, "Well-thanks! I owe it all to raising one!"

Her eyes widened a bit, and her hand stilled. "You're a parent…?" she asked as if it was the most otherworldly thing she'd ever heard.

"Oh—! No, no! I raised my younger brother!" you laughed.

She sighed a breath of relief. "Goodness—I was about to ask you for your skin routine!" You couldn't help the happiness constantly growing on your face.

Pansy wiped a tear from her eye, "Woo! What a hoot! Alright, what day are you able to start?" she asked, readjusting her glasses.

You stood there contemplating for a moment. In all honesty, you were ready to start then and there. You had been let go of your previous job due to seniority and having to make some cuts. Unfortunately, you were one of said cuts. A bit of worry seeped into your brain. What if they view you as too excited? Maybe a bit of a try-hard? You could wait until the shop was fully furnished. Or maybe the following day…tomorrow...yea!

“Tomorrow's good! But of course I can see the shop needs its products, so I don't mind waiting until it's all stocked up, whichever works best!"

Your manager's smile grew, "I'll notify you once the shops all settled in, we'll start easy. Just some managing the floor and customer service, how's that sound?"

You happily offered your hand, "Sounds like a plan, I look forward to it!" She matched your enthusiasm with a firm handshake. The second one of the meeting. "As do I. Welcome to the family!"

You felt something in your grasp once she let go. Your name tag. A pretty, holographic lenticular tag. Shifting it to the left would shine a sun, in the middle a calm eclipse, and to the left, a sleepy moon. You stared in awe at the exquisite piece of plastic. This was the most beautiful name tag you'd ever been given.

“We'll get this little guy properly labeled with your name in a second, love. Just need to remember where I left that pesky hand machine…” she mumbled the last sentence as she walked around the front desk to look for it.

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"Moonie I simply must know!" Sun grunted as he tried reaching the daycare's front doors. His brother held him back without much struggle.

"We'll know in due time Sun. No need to pry for information," he chuckled.

Eclipse had started a game with the kids. A classic game of cops and robbers. Such a game in the daycare proved to exercise a kid's brain. With many places to hide such as the ball pit, jungle gyms, slides, cubbies, and so on, one had to get creative in this space. This time the attendants were playing the cops and the kids were the robbers. Caro and PeyPey had more luck than the lunar and solar triplets. Their smaller size proved useful in getting the stealthiest of kids. They'd started a system of chasing the kids out of hiding and straight into Eclipse's waiting arms.

"Come on Sun, don't you want to play with the kids? It's cops and robbers, one of your favorites,” Moon tried convincing his twin.

"But Moon! What if we never find out? What if they didn't get hired?" Sun whined in his brother's hold.

Moon sighed and reluctantly carried a protesting Sun to the game. "You had confidence earlier. Where has it gone?" The animatronic passed by the window, not thinking much of it.

"Oh hey it's the interviewee!" Caro exclaimed as she popped her head out of a jungle gym.

"Where?” Sun jumped out of Moon's hold with his eyes darting across the room.

"Out there, they're shaking hands with Pansy...I think I see something sparkly on their clothing," Eclipse added while carrying four giggling children.

His solar twin excitedly gasped and ran over to watch. What he said was very much true. There you were, talking with Pansy as if the two of you were old friends. A fresh name tag glistening below your smile.

"I can't thank you enough Pansy, thank you!" you exclaimed.

Your manager shook her head. "No, no—I should be thanking you! Two years this shop has been here—two years without a proper employee. You're doing wonders by just being you, love!" She smiled warmly.

You felt bashful and rubbed the back of your neck. "Aww, I'm glad we could help each other then! I look forward to being able to help in any way I can!"

She patted your back with vigor. "There we are! That's what I like to hear!"

Sun failed to notice bandmates and children crowding behind him to get a look at the new hire.

"They did it! I see their name tag!" Caro hollered from Eclipse's shoulder.

Moon nodded, impressed. "Huh, Look at that."

All comments fell on deaf ears. You did it. Finally they found someone competent enough to run the gift shop! Someone who's genuine—kind even! Sun couldn't contain his excited rays dancing about as he watched, resembling a puppy happily wagging its tail. He could see it now: his siblings and friends all palling around, with you in the middle! Catching up and having a swell time as you take your lunch break. Sun sighed at the thought.

Pansy turned curiously at all the muffled yelling. Her laughter got caught in her throat, "Oh! Would you look at that!"

Curious, you peered towards the direction she was looking in and gasped. Not only the animatronics, but the children as well had been watching you. Not knowing what else to do, you offered a small smile and waved. The crowd waved back with a muffled "Hi!" except for Sun. He stood there with his shoulders relaxed and smile tilted.

As you were about to take a step, he joyously screamed and launched himself away from the window. The kids erupting in laughter as Eclipse and Moon can be seen calling out to him in chase. Caro and PeyPey, still at the window, poofed themselves to their tallest height, herding the kids away from the front door.

Sun rushed out with a trail of smoke behind him. He was a foot away from you in an instant. "Hello there! My name is Sun! I'm one of five daycare attendants and a member of the Starlights band! Who might you be, dear?" he cheerily asked.

His height was alarming. You barely reached his chest. While his tone of voice was welcoming, and you couldn't help the anxious flips your stomach did when you briefly raised your eyes up to his. This was the performer who winked at you—a type of interaction you weren't used to. His charming transatlantic accent didn't do you any favors either. You quickly glanced at Pansy for guidance. The only guidance being a nod to go ahead.

Your name trailed out of your mouth awkwardly as you reached a hand out for Sun to shake. "A lovely name! An absolutely darling name!” He matched the same enthusiasm of Pansy’s.

His siblings caught up to him. "Sun! You can't just run off like that, we've got children to look after!" Eclipse scolded as he placed a hand on Sun's shoulder.

“Yes, just look at them all wiggling about in your absence." Moon observed once he reached the small crowd amongst you.

You peered past Sun's waist. The children had been trying to weave themselves through the other two attendants. So much so that you've noticed the two sprouted a second pair of arms just to manage the lot.

"I'm sorry…" you trailed off. You didn't mean to cause this much excitement.

Eclipse shook his head, "Think nothing of it. It's our brother's fault, truly. We really must go before they get any more restless," he admitted with a short bow. Pulling his solar brother by the arm with him to the daycare.

"We'll be seeing you around!" Sun called from Eclipse's grasp.

"Yes, sorry for the short introduction—I'm Moon, that one's Eclipse. The girl is Caro and the boy is PeyPey, the two there at the window," the lunar animatronic gave a small bow in turn. "We look forward to working with you, dear," rushing off to help get Sun back in.

You faintly heard Moon and Eclipse scolding their brother. Who in turn could only muster up "I couldn't help myself!" Your brain wracked against your skull. All three were charming, you had to admit. What with their manners, transatlantic accents, and just the way they carried themselves with each other.

Both Moon and Eclipse smacked Sun upside the head in a playful manner before running in through the front doors. The latter took this as an opportunity for a chase. From the window you could see the children and two human animatronics briefly pause their actions. All heads following Moon and Eclipse as they excitedly ran across from them. The crowd turned their heads to Sun. All of them caught momentum once they noticed the attendant had begun to go after them as well. The children shrilled in joy as the other two attendants joined. Scooping up any stragglers on the way.

Pansy burst out laughing once more. "Those five know how to liven things up around here. Get ready to see more of them, especially with their merchandise in the giftshop."

You sheepishly smiled, "Can't wait!” Your eyes glued to the window a few feet from you. Admittedly, you missed when Gregory was that small. Laughing at almost everything, getting excited over the smallest things. It made your heart feel warm. This must've been how your own parents felt when you yourself grew up.

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superstar | jjk

you, the quiet, lonely achiever, get paired up with the superstar new student at your university for a group project... and he needs all the help he can get

description/tw/tags: ~7.1k words / jungkook x chubby (f) reader / one-shot / fluff with a tiny dash of angst / strangers to friends to lovers / university AU / this is a request, submitted by the lovely @cat123jkbunny / i hope you (all) like it! / fatphobia (details: y/n is insecure and quiet and she gets bullied for her body and is made fun of for it, with someone insinuating she isn't good enough because of her body. There is also a scene where she feels like she is ashamed to eat in a crowded place but jk helps her out of that) / clean except for kissing and swearing / this is for my fellow curvy/chubby/plus girlies, you are all beautiful and i am always here for you and i hope you like this / feedback is always welcome and it's appreciated! note: i have 2 half-written drabbles (AND even some more ideas) that emerged from this fic request, with the same couple! If you guys like this and want to see those - let me know!

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Please not Jeon Jungkook. Please God, not Jeon Jungkook. Anyone…. anyone but…

“….Jeon Jungkook.”

Damn it.

His name echoed throughout the gigantic lecture hall and in your skull. Out of every student in your class, did it really have to be him? The one paired assignment you had in your course had to be with Jeon Jungkook. As your professor called out the pairs… there seemed to be no one left but the two of you and the final pair, who were always together, his best friends Taehyung and Jimin. You’d gladly work with either of them instead, or anyone really….

There was nothing wrong with Jeon Jungkook… nothing at all. That was what was so bewildering about your university's superstar. Jeon Jungkook was the school's…. everything. Enigmatically the star athlete, a featured artist, a Dean’s List candidate, and even a band member on the weekends, apparently. He was the student that transferred to your prestigious university - absolutely unheard of - simply because the faculty were that impressed by him. With a reputation like that, it wasn’t long before everyone knew his name and face and was captivated by him immediately. Even the professors took a liking to him straight away - you’d grown tired of hearing them mention his name during office hours while they seemed to be getting tired of you. Every girl and guy on campus fawned over him - within good reason, you had to admit, considering his reputation and easy-on-the-eyes appearance… though you'd never stare his way for too long. The point remained:

If you went unseen, Jeon Jungkook was seen.

Being paired with him meant that whether you liked it or not, you would be in the spotlight in some way. No matter what - you’d have to talk to him, for God’s sake. You think to bolt out of the hall, find his email address, and just send him a breakdown of your responsibilities for the assignment or even an offer to do all the work yourself. You’d hate to, but if it meant interacting with Jeon Jungkook as little as possible and remaining unseen, you’d do it - what’s a few all-nighters and extra work when faced with the humiliation of talking to the school’s most popular person?

“Y/N?”

Shit.

People hardly called you by your name at university - your one friend had already graduated, so just being called would’ve startled you enough… let alone having heard it from such a hushed, singsong voice. Turning around, you see the enigmatic man standing right above you. Everything made sense in an instant. The love, seeing his kind smile. The admiration, seeing his muscles. The crushes and rumored weekly love letters he received, seeing… him.

“Hi, Y/N. I’m Jungkook,” he says, gesturing towards himself as if you’d never seen him or heard of him. “I don’t know if you know me, I sit all the way in the back? With Taehyung and Jimin?”

“Hi, I know who you are, Jungkook,” you mumble.

“Oh, cool,” he says, still smiling. “I guess we’re together! For the assignment, I mean...”

“Yeah, I guess so. You don’t really have to worry about a thing, though. I can just send you an email later breaking down what each of us should do, or I can just do it all by myself, and we’ll-”

“Oh. No,” he says, quietly interrupting you. “I… can’t have that. I don’t think that’ll work.”

You felt whatever polite expression was on your face fade at that moment… What did he mean by ‘no’?

“I want to actually work on this… I want to work on it together… please.”

You had no idea what to think at that moment, only replaying his quiet, hushed ‘please’ over and over again as he stood beside you, fiddling with his earrings.

“Jungkook, I can take care of it. You really don’t have to…,” you start, but he interrupts you again, shaking his head and sitting down beside you in the now almost empty classroom.

“No, Y/N. I..,” he starts in a hushed tone. “I’m really falling behind in this class and we have the exam coming up…. It’s not just that, it all seems so interesting it’s just that my stupid brain can’t comprehend much of it.”

Jeon Jungkook? Falling behind? Admitting to an unknown fact? Call himself ‘stupid’? Sitting in front of you, he’d finally been looking at you, his wide eyes lowered since the moment he’d approached. It was eerie too see, a look behind the curtain into the life of your community’s local celebrity when you’d been nothing but just another spectator.

“Look, I always want to do things on my own too, so I get where you're coming from...” he continues, “…and that must mean you can try to understand how desperate I am here. It’s hard to ask for help, but… I need it. I’m not lazy, I promise. I need actual… help... please.”

So that’s why.

The shock faded away in an instant. If there was one thing you might've been known for at university, it would definitely have been your grades. Strangers came and went, looking for “the fat girl at the top of the class," as a couple of students kindly called you, never bothering to ask your name. They never got consideration back or even a glance in their direction, let alone your work when they dared to ask to copy it…. but… Jeon Jungkook asked for help. Not to copy the homework, get basic instructions, or an "in" with certain professors. But help. And for the chance to work on it together.

A refusal rested at the tip of your tongue, even then, but that quiet ‘please’ was still on a loop in your mind…

How could you say no?

“Okay..”

“Yes! Good! Great, okay,” Jungkook says enthusiastically. Did he always have a wife, bunny-toothed smile? It was adorable. “Can we meet at the library tomorrow?”

“…Sure, Jungkook.”

“Perfect. Get ready, Y/N. I have a lot of questions. Oh, wait, first of all - what was that song you were humming on your way out of class yesterday?”

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You suspected it would be the one study session to get Jungkook up to speed and lay out the work for the assignment. But the one session turned into two, which turned into three, and before you knew it, you and Jungkook would be meeting at the library every single day.

It was… overwhelming to say the least. The workload, definitely, as well as the added time spent teaching him but on top of that… the stares and whispers nearly set you off when other students, even his own friends, Taehyung and Jimin, would murmur ineligible words when they'd spot you together in the library. It didn't slip past you that it definitely must’ve been a weird sight, the Jeon Jungkook sitting next to a nobody like you... but when you were actually with him, the world around you faded away. All that mattered was the material you knew by heart and the boy who needed to learn it. And boy, did he need to.

After an hour of explaining the material to him one day, he’d continued to stare at you blankly. “Jungkook…. Are you even listening to me?” you resigned multiple times, realizing he had a tendency to space out at random points throughout the day. It was enough to almost tempt you to ghost him and just present him with a finished assignment or a detailed lesson plan.... but when he snapped out of it, he always hit you with an adorable, child-like pout and that irresistible plea: “Can you explain it to me again, please?”

So, you resisted the urge you felt before and after study sessions, to neglect him and stop the meetings altogether. In truth, you could’ve. Jungkook would do well enough to pass... but you couldn't accept him achieving the bare minimum. "I'm trying to steal your crown," he joked on day two, proving one of the many things you and everyone else had heard about Jeon Jungkook.

Finding out something new about Jungkook was to turn the page on the most fascinating book you'd ever read with limitless pages, for it seemed as though he and his talents could be described as such. It - he - was awe-inspiring, new, and enticing in the best of ways. And at times, it felt like it was only yours to hold, for you were the person discovering aspects to him, hardly believing it been you realizing it yourself, up close and personal.

He was definitely a competitive one, that, everyone knew - but you’d realized it went far beyond sports - aiming to rival you and fellow Dean's List candidate Kim Namjoon for the valedictorian spot despite admitting he'd still be behind if he tried his hardest, just thankful to have some worthy competitors. It proved that it was real ambition that Jungkook had in him. In contrast to the rumors that he never really cared about his studies, you saw just how clever and curious he'd been, in addition to his dedication in showing up every day, even when he didn't need to. He loved everything he did and never limited himself, whereas you’d been studying as much as you could in your field only to further advance in your comfort zone of academia. When you'd revealed this to him, he, ever the competitive one, expressed his jealousy at the stability ahead of you, helping ease the countless worries you'd had about your own future.

And, you’d discovered the fact that he’s, surprisingly for an artist and musician, more in his element when it came to logic, numbers, and science - with spreadsheets, calculations, and graphs just to keep track of your progress on the assignment, though he skewed the numbers to work on the assignment further. It frustrated him most as he struggles with words, essays, and theoretical concepts, which never made sense to you, considering he felt so much and made you feel so much in return. It was never stress or anger, even on the hardest of days - he had a surprisingly relaxed attitude for such an accomplished athlete. Rather, he expressed patience and envy when you'd been teaching him, and what got you most - his awe at the subject matter… even though he zoned out often. His eyes lit up whenever he started to understand something… you could swear you almost saw stars in his pupils whenever something evidently clicked inside his brain. And every time it did, every time you felt that damned butterfly in your stomach whenever he smiled… only to leave the study session to see daggers in your direction… you had to remind yourself - you were just here to help him.

He was Jeon Jungkook, for crying out loud. You were just another person who started to like him, as everyone does.

You had to remind yourself that his eyes were ordinary, brown eyes - no matter how big and starry they'd looked on certain nights. That though you’d gotten used to the way his soapy scent blended with that of the books around you, the familiarity of the books’ sweetness on its own was just as lovely. That people were looking. That he asked to study, not to get to know you. And that he had his pick of anyone he wanted in the entire university and beyond... there's no reason he'd want to spend time with you for longer than he had to and for more than you had been spending already. Your mental reminders only worked that hard when you had work to do.

For the first time in your life, you felt like a fool. For laughing at his every joke. For continuing to study with him and not putting an end to it the first time your heart fluttered. For not stopping the crush that you had on Jeon Jungkook. Though you felt like one, you never acted like a fool in front of him - at least, you didn’t think so, holding onto that paper-thin hope to at least ground you in some way. It was just as easy to remember that the sheer impossibility of anything happening, plus the actual studying, were at the forefront. It was hard to kill the butterflies, though. They returned every day, whenever you’d bounce off one another in explanation and conversation, drifting off-topic and sometimes getting personal, when he joked around and tried to convince you that university isn’t actually the end of the world… or even when you simply sat working together in comfortable silence.

That was exactly how it was on a regular Thursday afternoon. Tucked away in your corner of the library, you and Jungkook worked away peacefully when a student you’d never seen walked up to Jungkook. A regular occurrence, seeing as he was so popular.

“Hey, Kookie,” you hear, your eyes still fixated on your screen.

“Hey, Jia,” he replies. You can’t tell if he looked up at her or not. Did he? What did his eyes say? Fuck, why should you care?

“Hey, what… what are you doing?” she says with a giggle. If your peripheral sight was to be trusted, she placed her hand on his shoulder. You shouldn’t care, but resist a smile when he shoves it away. “You’re here every day, Jungkookie. Aren’t you bored? Like… what are you doing?”

“I’m working,” he replies.

“What about her?”

Glancing at her direction, you could see it on her - Jia's - face that she definitely didn’t know your name, and you knew the stares you got well enough to know the look on her face was one of confusion or, dare you say it, disgust. Jungkook's eyes flickered down from you, before returning to his notes.

“Y/N and I have that assignment together,” he replies, “the final project for Mr. P’s class before the exam.”

“Ohhhhhh,” she says, nodding in realization. “Okay, that makes sense then,” she giggles. “See you, Kookie. Call me if you want to have some fun tonight.”

To you, it was clear as day what she meant. That makes sense. In a way, she was right. It was the only possible way Jungkook would be sitting here, with you, every single day. He never would have - wouldn’t have even known you existed - if he hadn’t been paired with you. He made sense with girls like Jia - someone he’d have fun with rather than study with and beautiful in every way society wanted her to be, starting with her model-like body to compliment his built one. That made sense, you reminded yourself.

It must’ve been a good minute since you’d done anything on your computer, so focused on making sure the pesky insects in your stomach were dead, that you barely heard your name being called repeatedly until Jungkook waved his hand in front of your screen.

“HELLO?!”

“What?” you jolt, seeing his crouched head peeking to look at you.

“I was asking if you could throw this. The trash can is next to you.”

Jungkook hands you a piece of paper, unfolded, before sitting down and staring back at his screen, this time with his headphones on. You move to throw the paper out in a hurry, almost missing what was scribbled on it.

Jia’s name and phone number.

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Before you knew it, the deadline for the assignment arrived, and you and Jungkook were done. After a particularly long night at the library finalizing the paper, you uploaded the document and he hit the daunting blue button titled ‘submit’.

“YES!” Jungkook cheers from behind you, having looked over your shoulder to submit the paper together. With his head right beside yours with his arm planted on the desk in front of you, the veins you’d never noticed before on full display. Just when you realized it had been too close not to get panicked, he forces your chair to spin and face him, sticking his hand out for a high-five. “We did it!”

“We did,” you sigh, meeting his hand, pushing away the feeling of it in your mind.

“Why on Earth do you look sad?” Jungkook asks. “We should be celebrating! Let’s go get fried chicken!”

“Just thinking of the exam coming up and my other paper,” you half-lie.

How could you tell him you’re already mourning the time you spent together? He shouldn’t catch on, though…

“But I guess you’re right. It is a good thing that we’re done with it.” Really, it was. The delusional thoughts would cease. Might as well say goodbye. “It’s been fun… getting to do this and getting to know you, Jungkook.”

You reach out your hand for a high-five, as he had, but instead of going to meet it, he takes two steps back, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You think you’re getting rid of me that easily?” he questions, cocking his brow.

“What?!”

“You said it yourself. We have the exam coming up.”

“Jungkook, you should be fine. You aced that assignment.”

“No, absolutely not. I want… I need you. Your presence motivates me, and when I’m with you, I feel at ease…. with the material. It’s less scary.” It’s hard to ignore how wide Jungkook’s pupils had gotten as he fidgeted with his lip ring.

“Jungkook, Mr. P's exams are beasts unearthed from the very depths of hell. If I’m being completely honest, I can’t spend all my time teaching you," you say, speaking the truth.

“I’m not even asking for that. Just let me be near or around you. I’ll be quiet and ask minimal questions in the case of an emergency.”

Staring up at him, he had the same pleading and innocent expression on his face when he first approached you after you’d been assigned together. The time you spent together only confirmed that when he bit his lower lip and simultaneously arched his brows inwards and upwards… he was serious and pleading.

“I… might kick you out some days, Jungkook. When I need to focus extra hard.”

“Kick me out, then. Say the word, and I’m gone. And on the flip side, say the word, and I’m there - with anything you need. Like…. iced coffee! I know your order by now. Iced Vanilla Latte with an extra shot of espresso.”

Jungkook retraces his steps, standing right over you. It’s only when his hand reaches out do you realize your arm is upright, your unmet high-five still in the air. His hand meets yours softly, and without a single sound, fingers and palms perfectly aligned. His skin was calloused from his paintbrush and instruments, cushioned against your soft skin, his slender fingers towering over your wide ones… Pulling your hand down, your fingers get caught in his, which slightly curved towards you before your hand slips away.

Taking a deep breath, you notice Jungkook clear his throat. Suddenly, neither of you knew what to do with your hands, but he thinks fast, stuffing them in his pockets before finally looking back at you.

“So, deal?”

“Deal,” you yield, foolishly.

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Thank God you were smart as fuck.

Because though Jungkook kept true to his word, it turns out it was extremely hard to focus when your crush was doing one of two things - either quietly sitting beside you in all his glory (with no distractingly helpful responsibility of teaching him) or worse, when he was tending to you. There were the iced coffees, the water intake reminders, the extra highlighters, the space he gave you when he felt you needed it - even checking in with an “I’ll kick myself out for today” on a particularly stressful night before you knew you needed to do it yourself, for some alone time. You rarely wanted it anymore anyways. His questions and interruptions were few, always pleasant, of course, and never took up much of your time. It was worth it, seeing that proud smile of his when he now answered his own questions, just making sure from you that they were actually correct. The butterflies never stopped, especially considering he now sat beside you in the front corner of Mr. P’s lecture hall, abandoning Jimin and Taehyung on the other side of the room... The random, beautiful doodles he adorned your notebook with always made you smile harder whenever you studied - he was there even when he wasn’t.

“I knew you’d still be here,” Jungkook says, walking to your desk in the quiet library. Looking at the clock on your screen, you finally realize the time.

“What can I say?” you sigh. “What are you doing here, Jungkook? Isn't today Jimin's party, or whatever it was?”

“It was, and it might've been the dullest party Jimin ever threw. I know you cruelly rejected my invitation, but honestly... I don't blame you. It was the same old stuff and people and.. here's way more fun," he explained.

"Oh, come on," you reply, rolling your eyes. "Go back to the party, Jungkook. There's no way you think studying is more fun than even the most boring party at Jimin's."

"Hmmm... you're right. I still picked you instead because I missed you." The sentence escapes Jungkook's lips so quickly you didn't have a chance to realize what he'd said before he went on. "I wish you'd come... to give yourself a break. Knowing you'd be here, I decided to come and force you to rest. I also know that you haven’t eaten yet and that we still didn’t celebrate our assignment. We really should celebrate now, anyways.”

“What do you mean?”

“You didn’t check your email?”

You move to frantically get to your laptop before he blocks you. “No, you’re done for the day. Or at least, the hour - you didn't move all day, and I'm worried. Plus, your eyes are too tired. Should I get eye drops?”

“Jungkook... what score did we get?!”

“Only a 95%,” he shrugs, acting cool and uncaring before finally breaking into a wide smile. “We did it!”

A 95% was among the highest scores you’d ever gotten at university - a mark good enough to ensure you'd be the valedictorian instead of Kim Namjoon, who you’d been in competition with ever since freshman year. Not only that, 95% was a fast track that allowed you to possibly get your work published. Shrieking, you jump up from your chair and into Jungkook’s open arms. Realizing your position in the rush of it all, with your head on his shoulder, his tucked into the crook of your neck, and his hands wrapped around your plush waist… your heart only raced faster, which you didn’t think was possible. You quickly unravel your arms from around his back, and it takes a second longer for him to do the same.

You just hugged Jeon Jungkook. Why was he red? Probably ashamed, wondering if anyone saw him hug you.

“I never thought I'd... hear you scream in the library," he laughs, turning to a paper bag he'd placed on the table when he arrived. "I brought that fried chicken to celebrate. Let’s sit a while. You still need a break from all the screens.”

“I’d love to, but I can’t… eat here.”

“Why not?”

“There are some students around. You, too.”

“So? No one will mind the smell of fried chicken. That couple over there is eating it, too.”

"No, it’s…." you sigh, feeling as though you’re finally exposing some sort of unknown truth to Jungkook, despite the fact that he could obviously see you. "It’ll only make people judge me more. Stare at me more. For eating something like this in public. It’s like I…shouldn’t… with everything I’ve got going on. Like… it’s shameful?”

“But there’s nothing to be ashamed about. Nothing at all.” Jungkook looked just as confused as he’d been when he didn’t understand something in the lesson plan, but suddenly, it shifted to his ‘got it’ state. When he finally knew what to do. “Fuck it. Fuck everyone. Sit. Let’s eat. If anyone dares to look at you…. or, God forbid, say anything... You know I'm on the university's wrestling team, right?"

You nod and laugh because everyone knew, but he goes on. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure the whole university does, so I'd like to see some punk try anything."

He goes silent, shaking his head as he unloads the bag he brought and encouraging you to eat until he'd already finished half the bucket. Hesitantly, you grab a drumstick before finally taking a bite with your eyes fixated on Jungkook the entire time. You’d have avoided his gaze, even turned away, but with his raised brows and a closed-mouth smile, desperately awaiting your review… you knew you had to give him an answer fast, and you do so after the very first bite, shooting him a thumbs up. It was really good - sweet, sour, and spicy all at once. With your second bite and his proud smile, you recall another rumor you’d heard about Jungkook long ago. That he went on a tour of all the fried chicken spots in the city to find the best one. Asking him about it, you didn’t expect to find out that not only was it true, but it was also a life-long, worldwide mission of his - “Forget all the shit I’m talented at, this is my life’s purpose,” he proclaimed, saying that the chicken he'd brought had been his favorite so far. "And I wouldn't get you anything less than the best I’ve found, darling."

You felt your face flush, knowing Jungkook must've called you that jokingly. Still, the pet name sent your mind into overdrive, more than the studying did, as you fed your delusions for a little while. Darling.

You could've sworn you were actually living in your delusions later that night when he dropped you home for the very first time. The conversation never stopped, even until you were standing by your apartment building. "Still gonna study?" he asked, staring at your door.

"Maybe," you replied, knowing you'd be too delusional to do so, and if you tried, you would only end up staring at the words and cursing Jungkook for being too perfect and making you this way.

"Well, do you want to eat ramyeon now?” he’d said with a giggle. Catching you off guard, you nearly choked on air at the double entendre coming from him, but rolled your eyes and answered with a simple “Yes” instead, only for his smile to fade quickly.

Your fat ass should not be making jokes like that when you knew damn well you wouldn’t have shot. Especially not after dinner.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight, Jungkook," you hurriedly say, attempting to dash inside, only for your jacket to get caught on the way in. Looking down, you realize it hadn't been the knob that stopped it but rather Jungkook's fingers, clutching onto the fabric before letting it slip away. "Sorry. Goodnight."

┅ ┅ ┅ ┅

The moment kept replaying in your head, buried in your hands on the desk, agonizing over the humiliation as a break from agonizing over the workload. You had time to agonize today, Jungkook wasn’t there yet. If he saw you like that, he’d nudge you to get out of it.

“Hello?”

Jolted by the sudden voice of a woman, you look up to see Jia. “Hi,” you say, too awkwardly even for you. “Can I help you with something? Jungkook’s not here if you’re looking for him.”

“I can see that,” she scoffs. “I came to talk to you.” In all this time, your first run-in with her had been your only semblance of interaction, though you hadn't ever spoken to each other.

“Oh… Why?”

“What’s going on… between the two of you?”

“Me and... Jungkook? He told you, we had that assignment together….”

“That’s done,” she snaps.

“And now I’m just helping out with his studies.”

“Then why did Nani see him drop you home?”

“We’re… friends, Jia,” you mutter. You’d never called Jungkook that before, a friend, but you can’t help but think it’s fitting to do so... It fit, didn’t it? Weren’t you… friends? At the very least? Or...

“We’re classmates,” you quickly add.

“Friends - that's the funniest shit I've heard. His actual friends, Jimin and Taehyung refuse to tell me anything when he left that party. They were probably concerned and unsettled by it all…. I mean, everyone here can see how much you gush over him, you know? It’s embarrassing. I don’t know how he doesn’t see it and steer clear - especially since you should come with a cattle crossing sign, seriously.”

Was it that obvious?

“We all know he's just using you for that piece of meat between your ears until the exam's over. He's not an idiot, you know? Don’t get carried away thinking anyone outside your league would be interested in you.”

An emptiness grew with the uncovering of a deep fear of yours. Of course. Of course, he was still using you, you idiot... It was just the help he needed. Neither of you could have gotten the 95% on your own... He said he needed the help... the mark... She was right. He wasn't an idiot... but wasn't the Jungkook you knew too kind to use someone like that?

It was then that your phone, lying on the desk, lit up with a message, clear as day for the both of you to read.

[from: jungkook] “i’m on my way to you rn. brought kimbap!! hope you like it. made it myself :) ”

“Pft. He knows how to keep a fat girl on his hook. You fucking whale.”

You fucking fool.

“Heyooooooo!” you hear from a short distance in that familiar singsong voice that tugged at your heartstrings. Jungkook turned a corner and finally appeared from between the shelves. “Kimbap! Wait, what the fuck is wrong?”

Shit. You hadn’t realized tears were streaming down your face. As if you could be any more humiliated. Not even able to glance his way, despite him repeating the question over and over again, mere steps away from you, you stuff your things into your bag and rush out.

The last thing you catch is Jia’s scoff.

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Suddenly, avoiding Jungkook was easy. That urge you had long ago, the one in line with you, Jungkook, and the ways of the world…. Your two different worlds.

He’d chased you, easily getting to you and stopping you. Repeating his question again.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you had let out, staring at the ground. You couldn’t talk if you wanted to.

“Are you kidding? What is it? Tell me…” he says quietly, putting his hands on your shoulders. You shake them off in an instant, walking away, only for him to follow close behind. “What is it? You’re not okay.”

“It’s… stress.”

“Bullshit - I’ve obviously seen you stressed. This isn’t it. I’ve never seen-”

“Jungkook, I’m kicking you out. Keep your word that you’ll stay out,” you snap, finally turning to look at him in the crowded library. If he’d never seen you this way, you’d never seen him that way either. Hurt. You can’t see why. He got what he wanted out of you, plus you’d told him you’d kick him out….

If only it was easy to keep him out. Jungkook had always listened when it came to the material, but it was as if he never knew how to in any other regard. His texts and calls over the weekend went ignored until you finally mustered up the courage to block him. You thought that would be that - Jungkook would go back to his world, and you’d go back to yours - but on your first day back, you find him sitting on the floor at the door to the library at the crack of dawn.

You’d specifically gone that early to avoid Jungkook - who always showed up during the late afternoons or evenings after having just woken up then on his off days. Yet here he was, sitting cross-legged by the glass door you’d walked into together countless times, glancing at the handful of other students with exams and deadlines as they walked in, out, and around him. Even from a distance away, you could see how wide his doe-eyes were. And he jumps up the moment he spots you slowly approaching the door.

“How’d you know I’d be here?” you ask quietly, trying to avoid his gaze.

“You say that as if you don't practically live in the library," he says, almost amused. "If you mean how I knew you'd be here so early - I took a chance. I would’ve waited all day until I saw you… All week, if that's what it took. And I probably would've convinced Mr. P to include a note with your exam sheet if you decided you disliked me until then.”

….Shit. Sure, you’d never end up with him, but he only fidgeted with the loose strings on his hoodie when he was really stressed - a sight you'd only seen once after a supposed tough day at wrestling practice. Now, they'd been undone with a hole at the bottom of the thick fabric. Knowing you caused it...

“I’m sorry, Jungkook. I shouldn’t have…”

“Yeah. You shouldn’t have,” he grumbles before shaking his head. “No, you don’t... You don’t owe me anything. You don’t owe me your time… I should’ve stayed “out” like I promised, but… I just want to know if you were okay.”

“I am,” you barely let out. With tears bubbling in your eyes, you walk into the library.

“I don’t believe it,” he says, trailing you.

“I kicked you out, remember? Stay out. Why do you even care?" you say without turning back.

“I care about you!”

When you finally stop to stare at him, Jungkook doesn't allow you to deny him, immediately grabbing your hand and pulling you deep into the library, through the twisty, student-filled desks, between sky-high bookshelves.

“Y/N, I want you to be okay. You don’t owe me an explanation if you don’t want to tell me anything, but… that's all I want. For you to be okay and happy and... you can't lie to me and tell me that you're alright. You can kick me out as much as you want to, I promised I would let you do so, but I'll always be waiting for you right outside that door. If you'll allow me to... I'll always be here for you."

The tears come pouring out, and without a thought, you rush into him, sobbing into his chest. “Hey, hey,” he says, a hand in your hair and the other soothing your back. "I’m here. I told you I'm here.” You missed his embrace. Had assumed you’d never feel it again. You probably won’t, past this point.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist as you stare up at him. “Is it the stress?”

“No, Jungkook…. It’s.. you.”

“Me?!” he says, gesturing towards himself.

“Well, no, actually… I guess it’s me,” you mumble, staring at his hands, now at his sides.

“I don’t understand, Y/N.”

“Jungkook, we need to stop these study sessions. Not for a week but… I’m permanently kicking you out, and I don't know if I have it in me to ever unlock that stupid metaphorical door again.”

“Exile, huh?" To your surprise, he nods. "At least let me know this… Am I that annoying?”

Out of desperation, you almost say yes, but you’ve been cruel enough - Jungkook didn’t deserve any of it.

“No. No, not at all…”

He pauses. “I don't understand, but if this will make you happier, all I can say in this case is… thank you. I don't about my grades as much as you do, so I'm really just thank you for all this time. I…. I liked…. I liked spending this time... spending this time with you,” Jungkook lets out, his voice breaking.

Looking up at him, you see his eyes red. Was he about to cry too?

“It won’t,” you mumble.

“What?” he asks, looking down at you as if he were looking up, teary-eyed and innocent.

You either tell him, or tell him nothing and risk…. other people telling him, along with their own added commentary on how you weren’t good enough. It would be easier just to let that happen... Letting go of him yourself, despite the pain, would be more merciful on you both. So, you do, breaking away from his embrace.

“It won’t make me happier if we stopped.”

“Then why do we have to?”

“Jungkook, we need to stop because… for the first time in my life... I’ve set myself up for failure.”

“You’re the smartest person in the entire university. How on Earth did you set yourself up to fail?”

"Because I did it by stupidly falling for the best person in this entire university. I... like you, Jungkook," you spit out, hiding your face in your hands as soon as the confession leaves your lips.

“How is that setting yourself up for failure?” he sniffs.

You can’t help but notice a shift in his tone as he pulls your hands away from your face and tilts your chin towards him. He looked as serious as he sounded.

“Jungkook, be real.”

He stares at you, confused.

“You’re.... a star. Everyone here knows who you are - you're the best in every field imaginable - sports, art, music, academia, and on top of all of that, you're the sweetest, kindest, smartest - fucking best person I, well, everyone knows. And... look at you and look at me. I make sense of everything in this world, and this doesn’t make sense. Everyone knows it. They already give us weird looks for even sitting together. I know you just needed help, and I was happy to offer it, but I thought I'd be smarter than this. I think you probably offered to be there for me as a friend. I think we're friends, right? Either way, I think I've been an idiot for even thinking of you in that-"

Jungkook's lips meet yours, interrupting your ramble, train of thought, and your breathing with a kiss.

“You think too much," he whispers against your lips, stroking your soft cheek with the back of his index finger. "You can never set yourself up for failure, genius. I like you too.”

“No.... Stop," you say, taking two steps away from him. "Jungkook, you're being mean."

"Mean?!"

It had to have been a prank. Jungkook being so committed onto getting a good grade, once again.

"You can't use me like this. And what, you'll ghost me after the exam? After all the help? Pretend I never existed?"

"You say that and call me 'mean'? Do you really think I'd do that?" he asks, letting out a huff with his eyebrows furrowed. You'd never seen Jungkook.... angry. "I would never. Not to you, or anyone. If that were the case, if I weren't so goddamn in love with you, I'd be standing ashamed, fessing up in front of you instead of feeling so hurt and angry. The girl I like really thinks so low of me?" Taking a deep breath, Jungkook collects himself. "I wouldn't spend a semester with you if that was the case. I don't know why you'd think... that."

"It doesn't make sense, Jungkook...."

“it makes sense to me,” he says, stepping towards you until he is inches away and you can almost feel the heat between your bodies. “Why does it not make sense to you? You’re clever, aren't you? What’s that theory - every action has an equal and opposite reaction? You like me, and I like you. Equal. Two-ways. Makes perfect sense to me.”

“So… you aren’t just using me for help?” you ask. "You... like me?"

“No, no, I’m not using you for your brain…." he says snarkily before tapping his forehead against yours and letting out a smug laugh. "In fact, I think you’ve been pretty stupid.”

“Stupid?!” you recoil at a word you had never been called before.

“I said pretty stupid. And by that, I mean stupid pretty - in that you're unbelievably attractive - but also pretty kind of stupid, yes. You’re smarter than this, usually…." Jungkook envelops his arms around your waist once again, trapping you. Stunned, all you're able to do is look into his eyes as he goes on.

"Y/N, I want you to think for a second… Did I really need all that help I asked for? Did I really make it onto the Dean's List when I was supposedly doing that badly? Did I really not understand? Did I really need to sit beside you while we both worked? You said it yourself, I'm among the smartest kids in this school. I’ll let you in on a secret… sometimes I used to finish up my work before you and just played mini-games on the computer.”

Jungkook's hands find your face, pushing back a strand of your hair and giggling at what must've been a puzzled look on your face. When your gaze wanders in realization, trying to put all the pieces together, his hand cups your face, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“Sure, you helped me a little bit, but it was... heaven getting you to explain things to me, especially the things I already knew. It meant I could just spend my time staring at you, getting all passionate and excited. Do you know how wide you smile when I act like I 'get it'? Or whenever I actually do. It's why I keep asking you to repeat it - I can never retain any of the new information because all my brain wants to focus on is you.

For God's sake, ask Taehyung and Jimin. Ask them how much I talk about you. Did you ever actually listen to what they say when they specifically see us together in here?"

"I assumed they were making fun of you," you mumble.

Jungkook scoffs. "Yeah, no, Y/N. They tease me for having the guts to fight but not to confess, they kept trying to pressure me to do so."

It's hard to remember that Jungkook was a trained fighter when his embrace felt so safe, you think, staring at his torso in disbelief.

"Still don't believe me? Ask Mr. P how we got assigned together for that paper.”

The sentence stuns you to your core more than anything, jerking your head up to face him.

“I never needed that much help. I just… I wanted to spend time with the girl I'd had a crush on since I got here and didn’t know how to. I like you…. I always have…. idiot,” he says, pulling you closer to him until his lips meet yours in another kiss.

Just this once, you were euphoric to be so stupid.

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skybluewritings · 11 months ago

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Last Summer Part 4, Felix Catton x fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

Note: Thank you so much for all the support! This chapter is going to be a good one so stick around!

Two weeks had passed by quickly at Saltburn. She was surprised by how normal it had begun to feel, well normal was maybe an exaggeration. After an extremely stressful final year of university it was rejuvenating to do absolutely nothing each and every day. To wake up and have no plan of how the day might go. She might find herself doing any activity from playing drunk tennis in a silk dress to messing around with Venetia’s Ouija board in the library. The latter was not preferred by certain people (Felix).

And yet her time at Saltburn according to Farleigh had been fairly tame compared some of their previous summers. She still wondered about what Felix meant when he had told her was excited to finally have “good memories of his home in the summer.”

They were sprawled across the floor of a lavish bedroom, everyone was in varying states of drunkenness. A game of truth or dare had been going for the past hour, with the dares becoming increasingly more risqué. Two of the guys playing were old friends of Felix and if she was being honest she despised them both. One was a ginger named Hugo and the other a blonde named R.J. Hugo was the worst of the two, it was his party which made him be able to get away with being extra obnoxious. (Name) was sat next to Venetia, and it was her turn to pick a truth or dare. Felix had temporarily left the room to find more alcohol which meant without him as a grounding force this could go in any direction.

“I pick truth.” Venetia decided.

R.J scoffed at her. “You have to pick dare at some point you can’t keep picking truth.”

Venetia glared back. “Fine then dare.”

“I dare you to flash your tits to everyone in the room.” RJ said elbowing Hugo.

Farleigh rolled his eyes. “Pathetic.”

(Name) noticed Venetia stiffen next to her. “I-I’m not doing that.”

Hugo spoke up. “Last summer you gave me a handy outside and now you’re getting all shy?”

“Right, you don’t speak to her like that okay?” Farleigh snapped at Hugo.

“I’m sorry but what is that noise coming out your mouth?” Hugo snorted both he and RJ snickering like little boys.

Venetia had become uncharacteristically quiet. (Name) grit her teeth she was not about to allow her friends especially Venetia to be humiliated.

“Hugo this party is very-decadent.” (Name) told him. "Tiki Torches what a bold choice.."

He smirked at her. “Thank you-“

She let out a laugh. “Actually, it wasn’t a compliment, which you would know if you were less concerned with the gel in your hair and the porn on your computer, and picked up a dictionary every once in awhile.”

A chorus of oooing sounds came from the rest of the circle. Hugo didn’t bother to reply choosing to sulk instead. She felt her hand being squeezed in thanks by Venetia.

“Whatever, Venetia still needs to do her dare.” RJ pointed out.

Everyone stared at Venetia who shrank even more into herself.

“She’s not doing it I’ll take her dare.” (Name) replied. “But I’m not showing anything to anyone.”

“We could come up with a new dare.” Farleigh suggested, she smiled gratefully at him and he returned the smile.

“Fine. She has to strip off in front of the whole party-“ (Name) gave RJ a warning look. “Strip off to her underwear and jump in the pool.”

She let out a sigh. “If you get me a shot I’ll do it.”

The group made their way out to the pool, the alcohol from the shot was making her head fuzzy which was good because it would take away the sting of humiliation. She stood by the pool next to Venetia, everyone was momentarily in conversation whilst she worked up the confidence to do it.

“You really don’t have to do this you know.” Venetia told her finally speaking up.

She shrugged. “I’ve already accepted it, those are the rules of truth or dare. Also I might be quite drunk.”

Venetia was able to muster a small smile. “Thank you for doing this to take the attention off me.”

“It’s nothing really, I was just looking out for a fellow girl all be it I’m now about to show a bunch of strangers my new Victoria secret set.” She responded rubbing her face. “Oh god this is really stupid.”

Venetia gave her a supportive pat on the back.

Hugo cleared his throat. “Ladies and Gentlemen this young lady has an announcement for you all.” He was treating her like she was on a game show.

Most of the crowded patio look over at them. She really had no choice now. She slowly edged closer to the pool.

“Come on then!” Hugo called out from behind her making her want to throttle him.

“This is a dare by the way.” She awkwardly explained to the crowd.

The confused murmurs turned to cheers when she finally pulled her cami top over her head, there was less commotion at her graduation than this. She was left in denim shorts and a lacey bra. As she unbuttoned her shorts a voice stopped her.

Felix jogged over. “What the hell are you doing?!”

He put down the bottle of wine and moved to stand in front. He grasped her upper arms, blocking the view of her half naked body. He gazed at her chest for a second before looking back up at her bashfully.

“I leave you for five minutes and-where are your clothes?!" He asked her.

Having him stand this closely sent a shiver through her, although it could be the fact, she was shirtless.

"I was dared to jump in the pool in my underwear." She explained the confidence leaving her voice.

"Hurry up!" Hugo yelled, a few others egging him on.

"Fucking prick." Felix muttered under his breath. This made her smile.

"I should probably get on with it." She told him, the pool growing more and more omninous.

Felix exhaled heavily. "Before you do that."

He pulled off his own shirt making her jaw drop a little, no matter how many times she had seen him shirtless in the past two weeks it always caught her off guard. His act earned him a few wolf whistles.

She let out a shocked laugh. "You didn't have to do that."

He shook his head. "What kind of friend would I be if I let you do this alone."

"She needs to take off more!" RJ shouted.

"Nope no she doesn't!" Felix shouted back.

He held out his hand to her and she took it.

"Ready?" He asked with a smile.

"Ready." She said smiling back.

They ran towards the pool and plunged straight in. When they surfaced from the water other people had started to jump in some even fully clothed. They begun to laugh.

He moved some of the wet hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. His hand didn't completely leave her face, delicately tracing her cheek bone. She blinked up at him, noticing for the first time the flecks of green in his hazel eyes. She was so close to him she could feel the heat from his body.

Both their heads tilted and inched closer. She gazed down to his lips which looked so plump and inviting.

"You know I never realised you had freckles on your nose." Felix told her, her eyes flickering back up to meet his.

She chuckled. "Oh yeah?"

He softly laughed. "Yeah, they're really pretty."

Suddenly someone crashed into the pool straight next to them, practically a wave of water hitting them. They moved apart from one another the moment gone.

The person who had interrupted them was of course Farleigh who grinned at them cheekily.

"Are you gonna gaze into each other's eyes or are we gonna have some fun?" He asked making them both huff out in annoyance.

She would spin what had happened between them round and round in her mind later, for now her friend was right it was time to have some fun!

Several hours later they were sat in a cab on their way home. She was now fully dressed again but her hair was still damp from the pool. She had also drunken much more than she intended. Both Venetia and Farleigh were asleep one in the front seat the other in the back. Only her and Felix were awake.

She stared up at him giddily, leaning into him.

He looked at her in amusement. “Why are you just staring at me?”

She hiccupped. “I’m trying to work out how you’re so attractive.”

“Genetics? I don’t know.” He chuckled. “Why are you thinking about that anyway?”

She ignored his question. “Like tonight you looked incredible, and I hate that I didn’t tell you that.”

He grinned at her. “How did you get this drunk?”

She liked him so much it was suffocating, and it was frustrating that despite wanting to hide it he’d never been able to tell. With the alcohol lowering her inhibitions it was harder to suppress her true feelings.

She sighed and flopped back against her seat, head spinning. “You just don’t get it!”

“I don’t get what?”

“Just how much you effect me.”

“Effect you?”

“Yes.” She said matter of factly. “It drives me literally crazy.”

“What-what are you talking about, are you trying to tell me something?” He asked her his tone becoming more serious.

The spinning got worse, this would have to wait. She rested her head on Felix’s shoulder.

“Sorry do you mind? My head hurts.” She asked voice slurred.

He felt rigid against her but eventually relaxed. “No of course not. Why don’t you close your eyes.”

Once she closed her eyes in her hazy state, she could’ve sworn she felt him stroke her hair.

When the cab arrived back at Saltburn they all blearily woke up. They tipped the cab driver and went into the house. Venetia and Farleigh wished them goodnight and went in the direction of their respective bedrooms.

She swayed a little when she walked, the short nap not fully sobering her up. Felix put an arm around her helping to guide her up the stairs.

When they reached the landing she tripped on the carpet nearly losing her footing.

He let out a sigh. “This is killing me, come here.”

“What are you doing-“She was cut off by him picking her up and carrying her bridal style. She gripped onto his neck and giggled in disbelief, about how this gorgeous man was now carrying her through the halls of a grand house like she was some damsel in distress.

He carefully placed her back on her feet once she was in her bedroom.

“Stay here I’m getting you a glass of water.” He told her going into the bathroom.

She sat on the edge of the bed leaning back on her hands whilst she waited for him. He came back from the bathroom and passed her the glass of water. He sat down next to her, patiently waiting for her to finish it. She set the empty glass on the bedside table nearly dropping it.

“All good?” He said.

She kissed his shoulder. “Yeah, thank you.”

She had never even kissed him on the cheek before. He touched the spot she had kissed. He was looking at her in this way that was different, she couldn’t fully determine what it was yet. “You know earlier when you said about me effecting you? Well I didn’t really understand what you meant but maybe I can show you how you effect me.”

She didn’t reply confused about where he was going with this. He gently took her hand and placed it on his chest. His heartbeat pulsed beneath her palm, the longer her hand stayed the quicker it became.

"Your heart's beating really fast right now." She quietly said.

His breath hitched. "Yeah I know."

She removed her hand and clasped it with her other, she could still feel his heartbeat. He gnawed at his lip waiting for her to give some type of response. She had a suspicion as to what he was trying to tell her, but she was too out of it to fully comprehend it. She didn’t know how on earth to react.

“Maybe it’s too late for this.” He softly said rubbing at the back of his neck. “I should let you sleep.”

He got up from the bed and went to leave the room, he looked back at her. Her lips parted but no words came out, after waiting long enough he gave up and closed the door behind him. She lay back on her bed trying to work out what had just happened.

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bordysbae · 2 years ago

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Being at the lake house and dating Brendan and showing some pda every once in a while. But you’re Luke’s twin and so you have all of your protective brothers always around trying to stop you two for doing anything

“pda”

brendan brisson x hughes!reader

word count: 1.1k

you’ve known brendan for many many years since you guys are family friends, but he’s always just been a friend to your brothers, and nothing special to you. but all that changed when you started college at umich.

you and your twin brother luke both attend the university of michigan. you and luke have always been attached at the hip and definitely have separation anxiety from each other, so getting into the same college was good for you both, and came as a shock to no one.

at first luke was pissed when you and brendan started dating. he knows how brendan can be when it comes to girls, and the last thing he would ever want is for you to get hurt. but he learned to accept it when he saw just how adamant you were about brendan. after that, you and brendan started dating during first semester, and now it’s currently summer break.

every summer break has always been spent at the lake house, and every year the teammates and friends who get brought along to the house varies. this year instead of bringing one of your friends, you decided to bring brendan. of course this is beneficial to everyone, since luke brought some of the other umich guys along too, but brendan promised to pay attention to you as well as the other guys.

and best believe you have his attention.

you walk out onto the deck where some of the boys are either lounging or playing monopoly. you remove your t-shirt, but leave on your jean shorts, revealing your brand new baby pink bikini top. you can feel brendan’s eyes on you as you fold up your t-shirt and place it on top of the deck railing. you walk over to the wicker couch where brendan is sat, with ethan and luke on his other side. “y/n! play monopoly with us!” luke exclaims. “okay, i’ll be on brens team” “oh of course you chose brendan over me” luke rolls his eyes, making everyone laugh including you.

“come sit” brendan pats his leg, since the other spots on the couch and chairs are taken up by jack, luke, ethan, and trevor. you gently sit on his lap, earning the death glare from both luke and jack. you bite your lip to hide your laugh, as you look through the money that you and brendan have. brendan places his head on your shoulder, and you run your hands through his soft brown hair, and he places a few soft kisses on your bare shoulder as you do so.

luke continues to try and ignore the times you guys show pda every so often during the game, but you see him and jack sharing glances every once in a while. quinn, brady tkachuk, and cole caufield walk out onto the porch and quinn’s eyes are instantly drawn to you being sat on brendan’s lap.

“um, heyyy guys.” cole says awkwardly, as he sees the way your older brothers are all looking at each other. “coley and brady! hi guys” you exclaim as you rise up off of brendan’s lap. you rush over to cole claiming you have a tiktok you’re dying to show him, but you really don’t. you just needed and excuse to get away from the awkward moment with your brothers, and cole knows that. you decide it’s best if you quit the monopoly game and tan instead, so that way your brothers don’t end up putting brendan in a chokehold.

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later that night after dinner, you all decide to go make s’mores by the fire pit. of course there’s not enough chairs, so like before, you’re sat on brendan’s lap. trevor, brady, and ethan are sat on the grass, while luke, jack, quinn, and cole all have their own chairs.

you’re in one of brendan’s hoodies and a pair of sleep shorts. your head rests on brendan’s shoulder as luke and jack tell embarrassing stories about quinn. brady begins to chime in telling stories from when him and quinn were roomates, and you begin to crack up laughing. brendan can’t help but look at you as you laugh, a smile growing across his face.

“what? do i have something on my face?” you whisper to him, instantly wiping your mouth. “no no you don’t, don’t worry” he chuckles as he removes your hand from your face, interlacing your fingers together. “then what were you looking at?” you ask, your guys’ tone still remaining so that only you can hear each other. “i was just watching you laugh, i think it’s so cute how your head falls back and your cheeks turn a little pink” he admits, instantly making you blush and hide your face.

“no idea what brendan just said to y/n, but i bet it was something disgusting” jack groans. “i bet he was confessing his undying love for her” luke chimes in. instantly the group of boys around you erupts into theories of what brendan had told you, and before you know it you guys are being mimicked. your cheeks must be beet red at this point.

“oh brendan i just love you sooo much! kiss me!” jack says to trevor in a very high pitched voice. “oh y/n, i love you even more! i love you to the moon and back, times 100!” trevor replies, leaning in for a kiss from jack. you quickly get up from the chair and gently push trevor and jacks faces apart, just before their lips can get any closer. you roll your eyes at jack and flip him and trevor off.

“uh hello! jack whenever you would bring girls over i would never make fun of you!” you groan. “uh yeah, you would?! you and luke would always bully the crap out of me! remember when you scared that one girl i was talking to away?! i’ll never forgive you for that” he says, pointing a finger between you and luke. “oh suck it up, she was annoying anyways” you chuckle, seeing luke nod in agreement.

“i’ve never been more glad to have gotten out of the house when i did” quinn says, taking a sip of his drink. “don’t even get me started on you quinny! remember when i caught you and-“ “that’s enough from you missy! isn’t it past your bedtime?” quinn says, his cheeks turning rosy from embarrassment,

“CAUGHT HIM DOING WHAT?” cole and brendan say, obviously very intrigued. “don’t you dare say anything! we’ll stop bullying you i promise, please just be quiet this once!” quinn pleads. “woah woah, who said we were gonna stop!” luke complains, waving his hand between him and jack.

silly moments like this have always been what your summers have looked like, and you’d never trade it for the world.

#brendan brisson x reader #brendan brisson #brendan brisson blurb #brendan brisson imagine #michigan hockey #umich hockey #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #trevor zegras #jack hughes #quinn hughes #luke hughes

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In Every Universe - Part 2

Warnings: Angst, Big sad stuff, sad Wanda

Wanda watches with tears in her eyes as you kneel on the floor, eyes closed and head cast downwards, the harsh lights making it difficult to tell if it's night or day outside. The small window not doing much at letting the outside world in, no sounds other than yours and hers breathing fills the surroundings. She isn’t even sure how long she has been watching, staring, hoping that you will just look at her. Open your eyes and look at her. It’s only been a few hours since you got back but for her it's been months, a year, since she last saw you. She can see it's you, her Y/n, but if you decide to look at her she knows it's only going to be a fragment of you staring back at her.

“You know I thought you would have left by now.”

Wanda could cry at the sound of your voice, not because she has been wanting to hear it since the day you left but because what she hears hardly sounds like the person she knows. There’s no warmth to it, no emotion, none of your normal bubbly energy. It's changed. It's dark. It's cold. It's more hoarse, gravely, you sound like a complete stranger to her and it breaks her heart to think that she has lost you in a completely different way to before.

“I couldn’t ever leave you, I promised to be by your side through it all. So here I am.” You chuckle slowly, almost forcefully, and Wanda holds back the tears as the shell of the person you were slowly dies out in front of her.

“You’ve been watching me for the past 3 hours, just watching, not doing anything. Observing. Why?” Wanda takes a step closer but you don’t move an inch so she decides to stay where she is, looking down at her hands as she fiddles with her sleeves.

“Why would I not? I needed to know you were alive and that you were really here.”

“So you’re afraid I will disappear? Or escape?” Wanda shuffles on her feet taking a quick glance up at you, but you simply continue to look at the floor; or your hands which are hanging in front of you between your legs.

“I was afraid that I would lose you again.” That got your attention, lifting your head so you could look at Wanda in front of you, tilting your head quizzically.

“Can I ask you another question?” Wanda smiles nodding, taking a small step closer to you.

“Of course you can. You always were inquisitive.” The corner of your lip twitches into a smile but as quick as it comes it fades again into a look of confusion.

“Who am I to you?”

That was it, the moment Wanda felt her heart crumble into so many pieces, she didn’t know how she would ever start picking them up again. The person who she loved with her entire being, the person who brought her out of her shell, the person who has made her the happiest she has probably ever felt, the person who doesn’t remember. She looks down to the ring on her finger, the tears building in her eyes as she looks down at the thin silver band spinning it on her finger.

“You’re my Y/n.” She swallows the lump in her throat looking back up to you, seeing nothing but confusion and curiosity and it breaks her heart all over again. “You’re my future, you’re my angel. You’re my love. You were to be my wife, you hadn’t actually proposed but I found the ring a few months ago.”

“I, huh.” Your brows scrunch the last bit of Wanda’s hope fading away when she hears you chuckling. “That’s a good story, very good indeed. Gosh you nearly got me. You should be an actress, I mean those tears and the look on your face. No wonder they make you do the interrogations, I’m sure many people have fallen for your tricks.”

“I-” Wanda blinks rapidly, forcing the fresh tears away and wiping aggressively at the ones that have already fallen.

“No, I mean seriously. If I wasn’t trained in how to be interrogated then I probably would have fallen into your trap. You do this act for everyone or just me? You come up with a different story each time. And if that doesn’t work do you choose to use your powers, warp their minds.”

You smirk evilly as Wanda sucks in a sharp breath, turning around to hide the quivering of her lips and the tears she can’t fight any more. You pout playfully as she turns back around to look at you, a new determination in her eyes as she takes a step closer to the glass door that separates you two. You stand up, the cuffs on your wrists rattling together as you stumble towards the door, a sadistic smirk on your face, walking towards the door; now both of you only inches apart.

“Please Y/n.” The desperation in her voice only makes your smirk grow.

“I’m sorry but Y/n isn’t here right now, please try again later.” You laugh twirling around as Wanda hits the glass.

“Don’t you dare turn your back on me.”

“Oooh someone is a little angsty today. What did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed? Oh maybe little Miss Maximoff is on her period. Is that it? Are you having a hard time of the month?” You pout looking back at Wanda whose jaws locked in place scowling at you but the moment she looks into your eyes her facade breaks.

“I just want my Y/n back.” Her voice cracks, bottom lip quivering, her eyes filling with fresh tears as she rests her hand on the glass door. “Please come back to me.”

“Oh wow, Mrs Maximoff, why didn’t you alert us that Y/n was awake.” The boy you’ve studied and learned to be called Peter Parker, aka spider-man, skips into the room with a wide smile as he looks at you.

“Pete…” If Peter hears Wanda he doesn’t pay attention as he puts a bit of paper against the glass for you to look at.

“Look I got top marks. I thought since you were back you would want to be the first to know. Oh and get this, I have a girlfriend now, her name is MJ and she is like so super cool. She even managed to figure out I was spider-man because she is crazy observant and noticed some patterns. But yeah, oh and she is really pretty, like really really pretty. I want you to meet her at some point, you know when you’re all better and that.”

“I would love that kid.” The smile on his face pulls at your heartstrings a little, a foreign feeling growing inside, and you don’t have the heart to tell him you don’t know who he is (or remember who he thinks you are), so you hazard a guess with your question. “So tell me. Are you still at the top of your class?”

“I am now, it sort of dropped when you went missing because I was spending more time with Mr Stark and the rest of the avengers, especially Mrs Maximoff here, but when my teachers told me I was falling behind too quickly I had to do something. So I did the bare minimum to get me through and when these guys went to rescue you, I did this test and did my best. Bam top marks.” You furrow your brows looking towards Wanda who has her lips pressed together closing her eyes when she sees you looking.

“That’s really good to hear Pete, I uhm.” You look back to Peter who is looking down at his test paper with the widest smile. “I, uhm, I’m proud of you kid. Uh, why don’t you head back upstairs and relax. I think after getting top marks a little movie night won’t hurt you.”

“Oh, yeah cool. For sure. I hope you feel better soon Y/n.” He turns to look at Wanda who puts on a smile. “I will see you later Mrs Maximoff.”

“Bye Pete.” You watch their interaction carefully as Peter hugs Wanda, the young woman pulling him into a tighter embrace than necessary but he doesn’t seem to mind as he simply copies her actions. “Go and relax.”

“Okay, I am going to tell Miss Romanoff Y/n is awake, she has been nervous for this moment.” With that the young boy disappears and you turn to look at Wanda again.

“Why does spider boy call me Y/n but everyone else by their titles?” A ghost of a smile makes its way onto Wanda’s face at the words you use, a small amount of hope relighting inside her.

“Because you’re like his older sister so calling you Miss y/l/n, or Mrs Maximoff as it stands, would be a little weird. Don’t you think?”

“Certainly.” A silence falls upon you and you take the time to take in the woman in front of you, hazy images fluttering in the back of your mind too hard to concentrate on or distinguish but they are there and the way your heart skips a beat when she looks at you.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?” You shrug looking at the door the young boy had left through.

“He looked so happy with his grade and I couldn’t let the fact that I don’t actually remember anything put him down. I may not remember anything but being a soldier for HYDRA but damn were the exams they made me do hard. You know they made me do some sort of coding exam, now I’m all for hail hydra and taking over the world but damn do I really need to know how to hack. You know I don’t have my powers for nothing.” You chuckle not noticing how your words are affecting wanda but when you look back to her you see the devastation clearly on her features.

“How long were you with Hydra?” The raspy voice pulls both your attention to the door, before you can question Wanda, seeing Natasha enter the room moving to stand next to Wanda quietly making sure she is okay.

“I’m honestly not sure. All I sort of remember is waking up with a big fucking headache in a dark concrete room.”

“You’re being very open for someone who works for a top secret Hydra operation.” You shrug with a smirk at the black widows remark.

“Well I am answering the questions you are asking, which I know don’t give you any information. So for example I can tell you I woke up hooked up to morphine and probably some other things. So go ahead and ask away.”

“What’s your name?”

“Classified. Wait no, I just don’t know that one. Agent P, you know like agent pyrokinesis but P for short. They weren’t very creative. Oh and Miss Maximoff and the spider Kid keep calling me Y/n, so I guess that’s who I am. Or was.”

“Do you know who we are?”

“Yes. You are Natasha Romanoff aka black widow aka traitor to the red room. The other chick is Wanda Maximoff aka a traitor to the cause.” Wanda’s features darken slightly at your answer, her once fragile demeanour turning cold.

“I have a question.” You lift your hands up to your left ear, the handcuffs rattling as you do.

“I’m all ears my dear.” Wanda scoffs rolling her eyes but you can see the vulnerability behind them, plaguing her thoughts and it makes you chuckle as she tries to act like she isn’t affected by whatever she is fighting behind her eyes.

“What is the first thing you said to me when you joined the team?” You scoff turning around and walking to the other end of the room looking up to the window that is letting its own slither of light in.

“I wouldn’t know since I have never been a part of your team. I am a product of Hydra and you cannot tell me different because all of my memories, everything up here.” You turn around your eyes glowing a hazy orange, the cuffs around your wrists glowing blue as they dampen the use of your powers, tapping your temple harshly. “Everything is Hydra, so tell me why would I ever fall into whatever game you are trying to play.”

“It's not a game Y/n. You died, or so we thought I guess, just over a year ago. You were crushed under a building, you played the hero and got yourself killed. Or captured. I don’t know what happened because I remember watching that building collapse in on itself and FRIDAY couldn’t pick up any vital signs and when we went looking for your body. All we found were parts of you. So don’t stand there and tell me to make it make sense when you’re the one who was meant to be dead. We buried an empty coffin! We had a fucking funeral for you! I lost the love of my life and yet here you are, or what’s left of you standing in front of me.

“Wanda.” Natasha tries to grab her attention but the boiling of her emotions has now become an overflowing mess and all she wants is to be comforted by her favourite person.

“I will get you back. I will have my Y/n back.”

“How can you get someone back if they were never really yours! There has to be a reason I don’t remember you. Obviously we meant different things to one another than you believe because I’m sure I would remember being in love with someone, wanting to be married to someone. For fuck sake I think I would remember being a part of the avengers. Now what sort of interrogation is this? I am not being questioned about anything but my lack of memory, which is not helping any of you. So why am I really here?”

“We are trying to get you back Y/n.” You storm back over to where the two women are standing, pressing your finger against the glass as you look between Natasha and Wanda.

“No, what you are trying to do is confuse me, make me believe this charade and then you’re going to try and break me. I know these tactics, I've used them before. I’ve seen first hand how to break someone emotionally, so badly that they spit word vomit at you just to try and save their own fucking life while throwing everyone else under the bus. I am not who you think I am, so start asking me some real fucking questions or leave me alone.”

“Why did you lie to the kid?” You softly sigh, closing your eyes as you turn your back to the women sliding down the glass door until you're sitting on the floor, Natasha’s question not the first thing you expected.

“As I told traitor number 2, he looked proud of his grade and I wasn't going to break his heart.”

“Why?” You pull your legs up to your chest hanging your arms over your knees as the Russian asks her question, Wanda now allowing herself to cry since you were no longer looking at her

“There were a lot of kids in the programme, I was in charge of helping train them in hand to hand combat. They would come in beaten or bruised from experiments or missions and then I would train them for hours on end. So when I told them they were doing well, that I was proud of the progress they had made, the smiles on their faces were something that I wish I could see more of.”

“So you found yourself being a parent to the children.” You shake your head leaning it back against the glass looking up to the harsh lights.

“No, more like a sibling.”

“Did they ever experiment on you?”

“When doesn’t Hydra experiment on people? I was a lab rat, they wanted to find a way to recreate my powers or something. I’m not sure, I just remember lots of tests.”

“Do you ever remember a chair that looked like this?” You turn your head to look at the picture Natasha is holding against the glass.

“Barely. I only remember being dragged into the room where it is, then everything goes hazy, Why what is it?”

“It's how they would have wiped any memories of your past life. They did it to one of our team members, Bucky.”

“Oh, cool I guess.” You scrunch your brows, seeing flashes of images in your head but nothing breaking through the haziness, so they remain flashes.

“You might know him as the winter soldier.”

“I’ve heard the stories Miss Romanoff.” It's all you say standing from the floor brushing your hands on the grey sweatpants. “I’m tired. Can we continue this tomorrow?”

“Preferably not, but I’m sure with all the information we have tried pushing on you, your brain must be hazy. So yes we can continue tomorrow.” You look at Natasha with a thankful smile because she was right, your head was pounding and you just wanted to sleep it off. “I will see you first thing tomorrow Y/n.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less Miss Romanoff.” You sit on the edge of the bed with your head in your hands listening to the distinct click of the door. “I see you still want to stare at me, Miss Maximoff.”

“Not starring.” You turn your head slightly to see Wanda with her hand pressed flat against the glass as her watery eyes never waver from looking at you.

“Right, yeah, sure. Is there anything more I can do for you Miss Maximoff?” Wanda lightly shakes her head chuckling to herself.

“I just want you to remember.” You smile sympathetically, the woman’s emotions playing with your own.

“I’m sorry I don’t remember you, or anyone. I’m sorry I don’t remember what we are to each other. Who we are to each other.”

“I know.” Wanda’s eyes close briefly as she leans her forehead against the glass, opening them again to look at you as her hand slowly slides down the glass. “I really thought I had lost you forever, and maybe I still have but I won't give up on you. On us.”

“You know this interrogation feels more like an intervention.” Wanda laughs at that, the butterflies going crazy inside you when you hear it and you feel yourself smile quickly before pushing whatever you are feeling down.

“You wanna know something.”

“Humour me Miss Maximoff.”

“You always could easily make me laugh, even in the most emotional state.”

“Well I’m just that funny I guess.” Wanda firmly puts her hand back on the glass standing up properly.

“No, only you could make me smile or laugh when I am scared or upset.”

“Well, are you scared or upset now?” Again Wanda shakes her head. “Then what is it you are feeling Miss Maximoff?”

“Grief and heartache.” Your eyes drop to her hand on the glass, the urge to stand up and put yours against it is big but you fight it down.

“I’ve heard that those are some of the worst types of pain.” Wanda traces a small heart on the glass nodding slowly.

“It’s the most painful thing I’ve ever felt.” You nod in acknowledgement not knowing what else to say. You give her a small smile as your eyes look back up to her face, with her tear stained cheeks.

“Good night Miss Maximoff.” She smiles sadly, her hand dropping from the glass.

“Good night Y/n.”

Wanda pulls her sleeves down past her hands as she turns slowly to walk to the door, the tears on her cheeks drying as she uses her sleeves to wipe up the last of them, her breathing shaky as she does. Your eyes don’t move from her as they follow her path to the door, carefully watching how she bites her lip and closes her eyes to stop herself from crying anymore. With her hand reaching out to the handle, millimetres away she looks over to you.

“Just one more thing.” You tilt your head, her hand landing on the handle slowly twisting it.

“What is it Miss Maximoff?” She slowly pulls the door open leaning against it slightly, your eyes meeting one another.

“I love you in every universe.”

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maxmoff x y/n #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader

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demigod-of-the-agni · 1 year ago

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PLEASSEEE TELL US ABOUT YOUR MYTHIC MUMBATTAN AU PLEASE PLEASEE

>:) very well, my people (currently screaming because i wrote a response but i accidentally CTRL+Zd everything out of existence lmao)

The Mythic Mumbattan AU is me pouring the following ingredients into an explosive mess:

Hindu mythology and Indian culture overload

college!Spider-Man shenanigans

revamping the original Spider-Man: India plotlines and expanding the lore

character studies!!! my favourite :)

a potential and self-indulgent crossover with another indian superhero (if we ever get there)

the horrors.

Pavitr and his personal cast!!! just!!!! THEY!!!!!!

(keep reading if you want more goodies >:D)

So the CoffeeBean is a coffeeshop that existed in the mainstream Marvel universe and in real life but that's another thing; the cast below frequently drop by to hang out with one another. The Mumbattan-equivalent of the CoffeeBean is actually the TeaHouse which is another real life thing but shh and so in-universe they're called the TeaHouse gang, but in my heart they'll always be the CBG 😌

Everyone goes to Brihanmumbai State University (BSU). Lots of crazy things happen here. Pavitr's relationship with the others is always in flux but ultimately they're super close with one another (fuck it, they might as well be poly). Their personalities I try to keep as close as I can to the mainstream universe E616 comics, but I'm being creative and letting a few things from the SMI comics and ATSV influence them:

Pavitr Prabhakar — Tamilar (Tamil); he has the charm and skills from his ATSV counterpart and the smarts from his SMI counterpart; he can be a bit of a jerk and a flake, but he tries to be a good friend, and is much more open than he was in high school.

Meera Jain — Kannadiga (Kannada); basically how I've written her in tibim: everyone's first impression of her is that she's carefree and seems to not worry too much about life. She secretly deals with a lot of self-doubt and personal fears, but the gang's presence is enough for her to push them aside.

Gayatri Singh — Gujarati (Gujarati); she's probably the most quiet of the gang, but undeniably the kindest. She's more similar to Pavitr, in that she's stubborn and quick to judge. She's the glue of the gang and always willing to extend a hand to others

Hari Oberoi — Maharashtrian (Gujarati/Marathi/Hindi); the son of the man who tried to bring literal hell to earth, but other than that he's okay. He's a people-pleaser despite having everything, and struggles with his own self-image and who he should become

Ekansh "Flash" Travasso — Goan (Marathi); the high school jock who's grown more understanding and compassionate. He knew Pavitr the longest, so they have quite an interesting collection of interactions. (ALSO I'M SO SORRY I WROTE THOMPSON IN THE ART POST INSTEAD OF TRAVASSO 😭 maybe i should go back and edit that)

Spider-Man is Spider-Man'ing. Mumbattan loves him (sort of. Inspector Singh has mixed feelings). But another question: why is that every where Spider-Man goes the demons of yore all start showing up and begin wrecking havoc? Why is that? I am taking the magic in Spider-Man: India and dialing it up to five million — horrors and magic of every kind! I can get my hands real dirty and /really/ push Pavitr to his limit >:)

That is all for now. There will be more characters, but they'll show up in time. Lots of stories too, all old and new and revamped and crazy, but they'll be told when they're ready. Perhaps this is enough to satiate everyone's hunger? (unless you want to know something else, then by all means go ahead and ask!!!)

#sorry this took so long i was procrastinating #and then all my words disappeared and i had to physically go and touch grass. sometimes technology and i don't mix #but anyway #mythic mumbattan au #my beloved #i am soooooo insane about these guys. you have no idea #me waiting for all the words to come pouring out of my brain ykykyk #coffee bean gang #spider man #pavitr prabhakar #gayatri singh #meera jain #hari oberoi #flash travasso #spider man india #agni of wisdom #agnirambles

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covid-safer-hotties · 1 month ago

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I thought maybe some of y'all would like a qualitative study over a quantitative one. A study of covid disparities in England among PoC and disabled people.

Abstract Background COVID-19 Ethnic Inequalities in Mental health and Multimorbidities (COVEIMM) is a mixed methods study to explore whether COVID-19 exacerbated ethnic health inequalities in adults with serious mental and physical health conditions. We analysed data from electronic health records for England and conducted interviews in Birmingham and Solihull, Manchester, and South London. Sites were selected because they were pilot sites for the Patient and Carer Race Equality Framework being introduced by NHS England to tackle race inequalities in mental health. Prior to the pandemic people in England with severe mental illnesses (SMIs) faced an 11–17-year reduction in life expectancy, mostly due to preventable, long-term, physical health conditions. During the pandemic there was a marked increase in deaths of those living with an SMI.

Aims This qualitative interview study aimed to understand the reasons underlying ethnic inequalities in mortality and service use during the COVID-19 pandemic for adult service users and carers of Black African, Black Caribbean, Indian, Pakistani, and Bangladeshi backgrounds living with serious multiple long-term mental and physical health conditions.

Methods We took a participatory action research approach and qualitative interviews undertaken by experts-by-experience and university researchers Participants were purposively sampled by ethnicity, diagnoses, and comorbidities across three geographically distinct sites in England. Transcriptions were coded inductively and deductively and analysed thematically.

Results Findings indicated multiple points along primary and secondary health pathways for mental and physical health that have the potential to exacerbate the unjust gap in mortality that exists for Black and Asian people with SMIs. Issues such as timely access to care (face-to-face and remote), being treated in a culturally appropriate manner with empathy, dignity and respect, and being able to use services without experiencing undue force, racism or other forms of intersectional discrimination were important themes arising from interviews.

Conclusion These poor experiences create systemic and enduring healthcare harms for racialised groups with SMIs that need to be addressed. Our findings suggest a need to address these, not only in mental health providers, but across the whole health and care system and a need to ensure more equitable healthcare partnerships with service users, carers, and communities from racialised backgrounds who are often excluded.

#race #disability #covidー19 #mask up #covid #pandemic #wear a mask #covid 19 #public health #coronavirus #sars cov 2 #still coviding #wear a respirator #covid conscious #covid is airborne #covid isn't over #covid pandemic #covid19

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orangeinecstasy · 1 year ago

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pool party ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ eli hewson

paring: eli x fem!oc

summary: eli reconnects with an old friend.

wc: 2k

*reblogs, notes, and feedback are greatly appreciated!!

Heat wafted in through my room's open window. It was the middle of summer, and the heat hadn't dissipated for the past few days. I was finally back home from university, but all I could do was lay in bed and feel like I would melt. A fan blew in my direction, causing the edges of the pages of the book I read to flutter gently. As I scanned the page, there was a soft knock at my door.

"Yeah?" I bent the corner of the reading page, then shut the book. That's when Ryan, my brother, cracked the door open, slipping his head through the slit. "Hey Liz, Eli is throwing a little party later. Tonight want to come?"

Thinking momentarily, I nod, "Yeah, that could be fun."

"Okay, cool, I'll let him know. Just wear a bathing suit or something because we'll be using the pool."

"Will do."

Ryan left with a nod, shutting the door behind him. I pulled a pillow behind my body, pressing my face into it and screaming.

I had been in love with Eli for what had felt like my whole life. Even if I tried to date someone, my heart always ended up going back to him. However, when I got into university, it was finally my chance to get away from him. It's not that he was this crazy horrible person. He was one of the sweetest, more caring people that I knew. But I just needed to find myself a little more. Last summer, I went to Italy and worked with a fantastic group of archeologists looking for early Roman artifacts. It was the best couple of months of my life, but because of that, I couldn't come home for a year. This meant a year away from Eli, and if I was honest with myself, I didn't know how my heart would react when I saw him tonight.

Even though the party wasn't until later, I decided it would be a good idea if I picked out what I would wear now. Getting up, I tossed the pillow I was holding back onto the bed, then walked over to my dresser and rummaged through my bathing suits. I finally decided on a light green bikini with baby pink flower stitching across the bottoms and neckline hem. I wore one of Ryan's old band T-shirts and shorts as a cover-up. I put my long curls into a braid, deciding not to put on makeup out of pure laziness.

A few hours later, I heard Ryan yell my name from downstairs. "Liz, if you don't get down here in the next five minutes, I'm leaving without you." I pulled my other shoe out from under my bed, slipped it on, and tied it. "Jesus, I'm coming. Just give me a sec!" I respond, grabbing my phone. I shove it in my back pocket before scanning the room to make sure I'm not forgetting anything, then running downstairs. "Is that my shirt?" Ryan said as he grabbed the car keys, his eyebrow cocking, "Oh my god, Ryan, let's fucking go!" I shove his shoulder gently, pushing him towards the door.

Entering the backyard, I could feel the music from the speakers pulsing through the ground. My breath caught in my throat as I realized how many people there were. "I thought you said this would be a small party?" I yelled over the music at Ryan, who, as I spoke, was bending down to hear me more clearly. "That's what I was told," he shrugged, patting me on the shoulder. "I'm going to go find the guys," he said, disappearing into the swarm of people.

"Fuck, I need a drink," I mumbled, then pushed through the crowd. As I moved through the crowd, a pair of deep brown eyes locked with mine, quickly growing wide with confusion and amazement. Eli's lips moved, but I couldn't understand what he said. My throat got dry, and I quickly looked away, pretending I didn't notice it was him. I pushed deeper into the crowd until I reached where the drinks were, rummaging through one of the coolers until I found a hard seltzer flavor I liked. Cracking it open, I took a few swigs from it before I felt a tap on my shoulder.

My heart got tight as I turned around. Thankfully I was met with the smiling face of Anais Gallagher. "Liz! I thought that was you. It's so good to see you!" She hugged me, her cold beer can pressing against my back. "Why don't we move somewhere less crowded to talk?" Nodding, I followed her onto the patio, where only a few people were dotted around, a hot tub bubbling in one corner.

"How's Uni been treating you?" She leaned against the patio railing, taking a sip of her beer. "It's been amazing. I went to Italy last summer and love what I'm majoring in. But, honestly, it's just nice to get away from everything once in a while." I smiled a slight breeze that had picked up, tussling my curls. "That's really great to hear," Anais' smile got wider as she sat her beer can down on the railing, slipping her shirt off to reveal a pink and red patterned bikini. "Let's get in the hot tub while there's no one in it," She said, stepping into the warm bubbling water. I nod in agreement, slipping off my clothes and tossing them to the side before joining her.

"Eli hasn't been able to shut up about you since Ryan said you were coming back home." Anais laughed, a hand pushing through her thick blond hair. "Ahh, really?" I glanced down at the top of my seltzer can before looking back at her, trying not to seem out of sorts at the mention of his name. "Ahh, sorry, love, did I hit a hard spot?" Her head tilted slightly, hadn't reached out, and gently touched my arm for comfort. "Hmm? No, don't worry about it." I smile, trying to convince myself what I said was true.

Anais and I chatted for a while, the two of us catching up and laughing over old shared memories. Though it was nice, some of me just needed to get away for a bit. "Hey, I'm going to go for a smoke. I'll be right back," I said, setting down my empty can. "Do what you got to do!" She smiled, lifting her fresh can of beer to me as I exited the hot tub.

I dried myself off with my t-shirt as best as possible before entering the house again. The crowd had grown in size, which made shoving through it even more difficult. I quickly climbed the stairs and entered the first room I could manage to get to. I shut the door behind me, closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. Once my eyes opened again, I realized that I had managed to end up in Eli's room.

Though the room was dim, the only light coming from the party outside was just the same as I had last seen it. Clean, with posters, hung on the walls, guitars hung on the wall or resting on a stand, with boxes of records set next to an old record player. Bookshelves stuffed to the brim with literature, photos, and knickknacks. As I walked around the room, my feet pressed against the cold wooden floor, a picture on his dresser caught my eye. I picked it up and realized it was a picture of Eli and me together. It was during a trip that we had gone on together one summer. We stood there, the beach behind us, his arm wrapped around my waist as he looked down at me with a big smile. My hair was in a braid, and I had an equally as large smile on my face. The sundress I was wearing was paused in motion, presumably being swept up in the wind.

I smiled, setting the picture back down, that's when the room filled with the light from the hallway, and I heard an all too familiar voice. "What are you doing in here?" Eli's silky voice cut into the silence of the room. I turned, my lower back pressed up against the dresser. "Sorry, I," I clear my throat, trying not to stumble through my words. "I just need to get away for a second." My arms wrapped around my bare midriff as I found the courage to look at him.

He was so beautiful. Plump lips, stubble, and those eyes always twinkled no matter how low the light was.

"Liz," he shut the door, then flicked on the lamp closest to him. "I didn't know it was you," his hand rubbed his nape as he made it over to the side of the room that I was on. "You look gorgeous," he smiled, his eyes filled with a slight sadness. "Thanks," I smiled weakly, trying to make this interaction as quick as possible.

He had reached out but quickly dropped his hand to his side. "I missed you so much. It feels like it's been forever since I've last seen you," I nod, looking down as my eyes tear up. Soon enough, tears started to stream down my face. My hand quickly reached up, pushing them away, but it was useless. "Hey, hey, hey, you're okay," Eli's arms wrapped around me, pulling me close to his bare chest, a hand gently stroking my hair. "Look at me Liz," his voice was a gentle whisper. My crying had somewhat subsided, only a few loose tears slipping down my cheeks which Eli wiped away as I looked up at him.

"I'm sorry. I'm a mess. I didn't want it to be like this," I laugh, using the back of my hand to wipe under my eyes. "Like what?" his eyebrow cocks in confusion. "Like this! Me sobbing in your arms and you being you're perfect fucking self and making me fall in love with you all over again" The tension between us grows thick as I realize what I had just said.

"Eli I-" my word are interrupted as Eli presses his lips to mine. I couldn't help but kiss back, my body melting into his effortlessly. "Liz, I've been in love with you for as long as I can remember," Eli's words were slightly muffled as he pulled away to speak, breath slightly heavy. I laugh, my hands cupping his face. "We're so fucking stupid," I roll my eyes playfully, pulling him back into the kiss. The two of us fall back onto the bed, Eli's scent consuming me as the kiss continues to deepen.

My breath was heavy as Eli's lips moved down to my jaw, then my neck, leaving a trail of marks along my freckled skin. My hands were tangled in his curls, my body arching against him. He paused, dark eyes looking up at me. "Can I?" his eye's flashed down to my bathing suit top, then back at me. I nod, and he leans up, kissing me again as his hands slip behind my back to undo my top.

"Eli, lad, what the fuck are you doing?" A slightly drunk Robert says he opens the door, the two of us quickly splitting apart and rushing to opposite sides of the bed. "Shit, my bad, carry on," Rob lifts his beer, laughing as he realizes what he had walked in on before closing the door. The two of us look at each other, our faces flushed with embarrassment before bursting into laughter.

Once the laughing subsided, Eli took my hand, thumb rubbing over my knuckles. "Elizabeth, I really love you," his eyes moved from our hand to look at me. "And I never want to be away from you for this long," his grip on my hand got tighter. "I don't either," I smile gently as I lean over, kissing him. "Let's just be together already." His smile grows wider as I speak. "You read my mind," he says as he pulls me onto his lap, leaning up to kiss me once more as the two of us fall back into the sheets.

a/n: this one honestly isn't my favorite. i love eli but i felt kind of off writing this. i hope you guys still enjoyed it!!

#inhaler band #inhaler dublin #inhaler #eli hewson #elijah hewson #ryan mcmahon #bobby skeetz #robert keating #josh jenkinson #inhaler oneshot #inhaler fanficiton

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persephoneprice · 4 months ago

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just a random lil thought but I've been thinking a lot about education in the Capitol recently. Coriolanus mentions the Academy as the finest secondary school in the Capitol, and I kind of see the Academy as a private school equivalent. I think the Academy probably has a primary school too that is much smaller and much more exclusive, which allowed all the 'old' and important families to get to know each other as kids (such as the Snows, Cranes, Ravinstills, Creeds, Dovecotes, Cardews, Prices etc etc) before the school opened up to a wider selection of students in secondary. Haha, would love to hear your thoughts on education in the Capitol and how even that is sorted by class (as it is in our society too). Maybe some kids even have student loans for university?

i always pictured the academy to be more of a private-school type situation where only these truly elite families attend! but then it was pointed out to me that actually there’s around 400 kids in each year at the academy. that’s a pretty massive school!

it’s still described as “anyone who is anyone” attends but it really makes me question what level of important you have to be to attend- because with that many students i’d wager you don’t have to be super elite and important.

but it also makes me wonder how many other school there are in the capitol (and do they compete in sports or other activities?)

i really like the idea of the primary school being much smaller and attended by those children who are truly ultra-rich and elite! i agree because i think the ultra-elite wouldn’t want their young kids mixing with ‘lesser’ children before they’re ready.

coriolanus talks about how important the connections he’s made at the academy may be to him in the future. he also talks about how if he can’t attend university he may have to get a ‘low-level city position’. this is interesting to me because is he able to get these jobs because of his connections or are these just the typical jobs offered to people who graduate from lesser schools? and what other jobs are offered in the capitol because he does say that capitol jobs are hard to come by.

if the jobs are so hard to come by then how are so many people graduating and entering the workforce every year? there must be other, ‘lessor’ jobs for all of these people- particularly the ones who aren’t elite and can’t afford university.

anyway, i apologize i’m getting off topic. back to your point about student loans- i actually don’t think that’s an option? at least, the way i interpret the way coriolanus describes it- he isn’t able to attend university unless he’s able to come up with the money to do so. (which again makes me wonder- are all those other schools kids just entering the workforce post-graduation? and what are they doing?)

i’m not surprised in the slightest that education in the capitol is primarily tied to status and money because that’s pretty much the way it is in our society. if i had to guess- i’d say even the 24 mentors spots are tied more to money and status then to academic achievement.

i’m going to go back off-topic again under the cut-

but snow talks about how being in debt is historically a ticket to being a peacekeeper. i can’t help but wonder what true poverty looks like in the capitol. what if someone lost their housing and cannot get a job because they cannot afford to go university to get a good position? is being unhoused in the capitol an option or are you automatically going to end up as a peacekeeper (or an avox)? what if someone in the capitol is living with a serious mental illness and is genuinely unable to support themselves? what becomes of them if they can’t support themselves but they also aren’t able to be a peacekeeper?

are people who live with smi locked in an institution? killed? i don’t see how in tbosas there would be enough resources for the programs needed to adequately support people who are truly in need. so where does that leave people?

#asks #i’m sorry for getting off topic and rambling #but i really appreciate this ask!!#it’s very interesting to think about how things work in the capitol #im sorry it always goes back to smi and poverty with me #tbosas

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sexysapphicshopowner · 11 months ago

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🤎 Context/AU (Alternate Universe): Modern AU- Some random tidbits about you and mechanic!Sevika's relationship after her Christmas confession

🤎 soft!mechanic!Sevika x bubbly!mechanic!reader

🤎 CW/TW: suggestive language, not proofread, useless lesbians, smut, wlw ship, no use of y/n, pet names, blossoming relationship, you and Sev are actual idiots, unserious smut, lowkey crack

🤎 A/N: Ask me about this couple and I'll answer anything!! I didn't really know where I was going with these headcanons, just wanted to get into the feel for them before I write a New Year's fic for them

🤎 Notes: Idk what this is, don't... we not gone talk about it

🤎 Word count: 3.4k

🤎 Surprisingly, dating Sevika is much different than simply pining for her

🤎 First of all, the woman is a sap

🤎 She’s so unbelievably cute, it’s almost criminal

🤎 Sev is the older of you two, but she’s the bigger baby

🤎 Your regular flowers begin coming with metal ones that she welded for you to match whatever type she’d just bought for you

🤎 Date nights are now much more elaborate- she picks you up with flowers and a little gift for each date, even if it’s just like a movie or bowling or something like that

🤎 Hates spooning

🤎 She prefers to wrap herself around you with her head smushed in your tits

🤎 She actually asked you about it at first as well

🤎 You two were on the couch, she was rested between your thighs as she played some game on the tv and you had a hand idly playing in her hair as you scrolled on your phone

🤎 She looked up at you a few times before she finally spoke, “Hey sweets?”

🤎 You hummed, “Hm?”

🤎 “Which spoon do you prefer to be?”

🤎 You thought about it for a few second, fingers still carding through her thick strands gently before you responded, “With you? Little.”

🤎 “Hm.”

🤎 “What’s that for?”

🤎 “I don’t like spooning.”

🤎 “Oh?”

🤎 She nodded as she turned back to her game (I headcanon that Sev plays the sims in this modern au), “Yeah. I would rather be face to face when we cuddle. Or... face to chest.”

🤎 You rolled your eyes, thumping her ear playfully, “Mmcht, you just wanna touch my tits.”

🤎 “No, ‘m serious, babe. For one, there’s more warmth that way. Two, we can get closer. And three, I can hear your heartbeat that way. It’s calming.”

🤎 She’s too fucking cute

🤎 On days where one of you works and the other doesn’t, she always requires at least an hour of kissing and cuddling to unwind

🤎 Your matching jewelry goes beyond your charm bracelets now- you two each have a necklace with the other’s name on it that neither of you take off

🤎 Movie nights are spicier, usually ending in a heated make-out session

🤎You’re both still idiots who can’t take each other seriously though

🤎 Every time Sevika says something romantic, depending on the timing and delivery, you’re either melting or cracking up in a fit of giggles

🤎 Sev on the other hand can’t take you serious when you start trying to talk dirty to her

🤎 She finds dirty talk to actually be kind of awkward

🤎 Take every time you tried to be a little flirty before the two of you had sex for the first time

🤎 Once she was watching television and you just looked up from your phone to say, “You’ve gotta stop looking like that.”

🤎 “Like what?”

🤎 “Fuckable.”

🤎 She always looks away with a little blush and a cough to clear her throat, “Oh.”

🤎 The closest you guys got to fucking for the first time was during a movie night

🤎 You guys were watching ‘Princess and the Frog’

🤎 Well, you were watching

🤎 Sev’s back was turned to the tv as she tucked her face into your neck, pressing methodical kisses to all the spots she knew would make your breath hitch a little and send a shiver down your spine

🤎 You had a hand entangled in her hair, your other one propping you up so you could try and focus on the movie and not her lips

🤎 At least until her hands slid under your shirt and she looked up at you

🤎 You looked down to find her smirking at you, “What? Is there something on my face?”

🤎 “No.”

🤎 “Okay? What’s up, you stopped.”

🤎 She held eye contact as she slid your shirt up just the slightest, lips meeting the base of your throat, “Can I go under your shirt?”

🤎 Your pussy? Aching right now

🤎 You nodded, stammering softly, “Y-yeah... sure...”

🤎 She looked like a kid who’d just gotten a piece of candy as she pulled your shirt up over your breasts

🤎 You weren’t wearing a bra, having taken it off earlier in the day because it was ‘too hot’

🤎 You forced your eyes away from her as you looked back up at the movie

🤎 She took her time, kisses trailing down your breast, lips narrowly avoiding your nipples even as they ached in anticipation of being invited into her mouth

🤎 You shifted slightly, releasing a soft breath the moment her tongue circled your areola

🤎 She slid closer to you, slotting one of her legs between yours as your hand came back up to entangle with her hair as her mouth latched onto you, tongue drawing quick circles around your nipple

🤎 You were wearing some biker shorts and one of her t-shirts while she wore a wife pleaser and some sweats

🤎 The combination of her mouth on your breasts and the slight pressure of her thigh up against you was almost euphoric, especially considering how much you’d been needing a release lately

🤎 She let out a chuckle as you started to rut your hips against her thigh, her hand sliding from your waist to grip and palm your ass as she helped you along, pulling you against her leg with every upward thrust of your hips

🤎 The sound of you dissolving above, turning into a mess of little whimpers and whines with every second you drew closer to coming was all she needed as she showed attention to both of your breasts as evenly as she possibly could

🤎 She didn’t release your nipple once you came, slowing your hips down against her

🤎 It wasn’t until you tapped her repeatedly, panting softly as you stopped the movement of your hips with a breathy mumble of ‘wait’ that she stopped

🤎 She kissed back up your chest, pulling your shirt back down, “Enjoyed yourself?” she teased.

🤎 If it weren’t for you getting too sensitive so fast, you were pretty sure you guys would have actually fucked that day

🤎 Regardless, there was no rush

🤎 This leads to you guys’ actual first time together being almost completely hilarious to the both of you

🤎 It’s full of giggles, whispers, and ogling

🤎 When Sev sees you fully naked for the first time, you thought she’d actually short-circuited with the way she froze

🤎 You burst into giggles, closing her mouth, “You always turn into a fly catcher around me, hotshot. Like what you see?”

🤎 And boy did she ever

🤎 She runs her hands over your curves, committing each part of you to memory

🤎 It’s not serious for long though

🤎 Well, it is because this is you guys’ first time having sex together, but also... it’s you and Sevika, you two can’t take anything too serious

🤎 The giggles have returned once it’s Sevika’s turn to get naked

🤎 This woman, I kid you not, decides that this is the time she wants to ‘try to be sexy like you’ by stripping

🤎 She’s a mess of Magic Mike moves done half wrong because she spent most of that movie covering you in hickeys and whispering gay shit in your ears

🤎 But the funniest part is how she struggles with each article of clothing

🤎 She starts with her shirt but she ends up fumbling on the second button, stopping the sway of her hips to whatever music was playing in her head as she lets out a huff, looking down to focus on getting the button undone

🤎 Amidst your snickering, you reach out to help her, but she smacks your hands away, “Just gimme a sec... almost... got it.”

🤎 Next are her pants and oh boy-

🤎 You’d swear her belt buckle was a rubik’s cube the way she struggled to unhook it

🤎 Once she’s made it down to her bra and boxers your giggles die down- only a little bit because she’s still humping the air and making fuck boy faces at you (she calls it her ‘stripper smoulder’)- but your focus is 100 percent on taking in her body

🤎 Sure, you’ve seen her shirtless before

🤎 In the really hot summer months when the A/C is finnicky and all leaving the garage doors open at work does is make it hotter in the shop, you can find her either with the top of her work jumper hanging loose around her waist and shirtless, or at the very least in a wife pleaser that she’s constantly raising to wipe the sweat from her forehead

🤎 Back to the present though

🤎 You find yourself getting pretty hot- and wet- once her bra has been discarded (she kept fucking up with unhooking it, it would come undone just to get hooked onto the next hook over), anticipating the removal of her boxers so you can take in her full form

🤎 She’s fucking dripping

🤎 So are you, but who’s asking?

🤎 The two of you are just taking in each other’s bodies, not really saying much as your eyes trailed over her from top to bottom and hers from your bottom to top

🤎 She was practically towering over you where you sat on the edge of the bed, silently appraising your body with a soft reverence in her eyes

🤎 She reaches out to lift your chin as she finally speaks, voice softer than you’ve heard it since she first clumsily confessed her love to you

🤎 “You’re so unbelievably beautiful, sweets...”

🤎 You gulp down a breath, answering shakily as your eyes traced up the scars littering the left side of her body to meet her eyes, “So are you...”

🤎 That first night is probably the softest sex you’ve had in your entire life

🤎 We’ve already discussed that girlfriend Sev is a huge fucking sap, but in the bedroom on that first night? Oh it’s even worse

🤎 You think you might explode as she pauses for the umpteenth time to study you, her eyes drinking you in as if she’ll never see you again after this is over

🤎 You lean up to press a kiss to the tip of her nose, whispering, “We don’t have to keep going if-”

🤎 “No, I want to... ‘m just... I dunno what word I’m looking for I feel like I’m short circuiting...”

🤎 You let out a little chuckle, pulling her into a warm kiss as you mumbled against her lips, “’S okay, baby... I know what you mean.”

🤎 A few times you both end up giggling when you make eye contact, it’s cute and it’s you and Sev unapologetically

🤎 When she finally makes her way between your legs, holding your thighs over her shoulders, she looks back up at you and you immediately burst into giggles

🤎 She rolls her eyes, giving a quick little nip to your inner thigh as she looked back up, “Stop laughing or then I’mma laugh.”

🤎 You held a hand over your mouth with another little giggle, shaking your head, “’M sorry, Sev, but I’m just...” You let out a little happy sigh as you looked back down at her, “I’m happy, okay? I’m not laughing at you, I promise.”

🤎 She shook her head, placing a few kisses around your core as she mumbled, “You’re so cute.”

🤎 You don’t even have time to offer a retort before her mouth is connecting with you

🤎 You’re seeing stars, feeling fireworks, butterflies, all of the things as she drinks in your taste, savoring the feel of you against her tongue

🤎 She lapping between your lips with slow and teasing strokes, her nose hooking against your clit perfectly with every upward stroke

🤎 When you come, it’s euphoric, heavenly

🤎 Sevika comes from the sound of you alone, your fist wrapping up in her hair as her name fell from your lips almost like a prayer

🤎 She kisses back up your body, stopping to show some attention to your breasts before finally making it back up to your lips, “How was that, sweets?”

🤎 “Y-you... yeah...” you breathe.

🤎 Embarrassingly enough, you fall asleep before returning the favor, Sevika pressing soft kisses to your skin as she rubbed your hips and ass

🤎 Sex from then on with her is a regular occurrence

🤎 The next point of sort of awkwardness is living arrangements between the two of you

🤎 Sev has mentioned that she doesn’t mind moving you into the penthouse with her

🤎 You’re almost never at your own apartment these days, it makes sense

🤎 Then comes the anxiety

🤎 You’re pulling away from Sevika unintentionally as you start to freak out about moving in with her

🤎 At this point you guys have been in a relationship for almost a year now and best friends for 3 and a half years

🤎 Because of this, Sevika notices the change immediately

🤎 Your kisses are shorter

🤎 You’re spending the night less than usual

🤎 You’re quieter whenever you are over her place

🤎 It’s not until you walk in on her cooking without smacking her ass or giving her one of your playful little gropes as usual that she says something

🤎 “Sweets.”

🤎 You didn’t even look up from your phone as you scrolled through Instagram idly, “Yeah?”

🤎 The sound of your government name is what snapped your attention up to her

🤎 She hasn’t called you by your actual name almost since you guys have met, more often than not it’s always ‘Sweets’ or ‘Baby love’

🤎 Sev’s face when you do finally look up doesn’t make you feel any better either

🤎 In fact, you get a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, anxiety skyrocketing as you wait for her to say something else

🤎 “What’s going on?”

🤎 “What do you mean?”

🤎 She folded her arms, a hurt look all over her face as she points out how you’ve become stand-offish with her, “You’ve been being weird. And not my usual ‘haha, I like to freak out my girlfriend’ weirdo. You haven’t slept over in almost a month... are we okay?”

🤎 Your heart breaks as you realize how in your head you’ve been lately

🤎 You nodded, moving closer to reassure her as you took hold of her hands, “We’re more than okay, I’m just...” you let out a little sigh, looking away only for her to bring your eyes right back to hers.

🤎 “Please...”

🤎 “I don’t wanna fuck things up if we move in together.”

🤎 “What do you mean?”

🤎 “Like... what if you don’t like the way I load the dishwasher? Or what if being around me both at home and at work almost 24/7 gets annoying? Or-”

🤎 “Sweets. You realize that we’ve been practically living together since before we even got together, right?”

🤎 “Yeah, but-”

🤎 You’re cut off by her lips against yours, shutting you up effectively before she pulled away, looking down at you as she speaks quietly, “Look, if I was tired of you or thought you were annoying, I would’ve never gotten so close with you in the first place. I love you, okay? And I promise you that the fact of my love for you is not gonna change ‘cause we live together full-time suddenly.”

🤎 “Promise?”

🤎 She pressed another kiss to your lips, holding your hips closely, “I swear to you. I love you, sweets. More than anything.”

🤎 You guys move in together officially within the next month

🤎 Your first Christmas as a couple is actually a small event

🤎 Sure, you guys attend the company Christmas party as a couple, but before that you realize just how much you’ve rubbed off on her when she wakes you up at midnight to open your gifts- just like you told her your family used to do when you were younger

🤎 You two are useless fucking lesbians I tell you

🤎 You got each other the same gift actually

🤎 Like the exact same gift

🤎 The main gift was a pendant with both of your birthstones and your meetiversary (the anniversary of the day you two met) date engraved on it

🤎 You both were a mess of giggles when you unwrapped the matching necklaces

🤎 “You got this from-”

🤎 “Kay Jewelers?” Sev finished for you, causing you to start laughing again.

🤎 “I love you, Sev.”

🤎 “Oh really? While I love you as well, maybe you should wait until I show you the other gift I got you,” she hints with an almost suggestive look.

🤎 You’re ready to marry her on the spot when she takes you to the shop, showing you your next gift

🤎 It’s a custom restored 1957 Cadillac Sedan Deville

🤎 You jumped onto her, hooking your arms around her neck as you squealed, “Baby, you didn’t! Oh my fuck- I love you...” You whispered the last words into her neck as you melted into her.

🤎 She simply chuckles, wrapping her arms around you as she presses kisses along the side of our face as best she can with the way you’ve tucked yourself under her chin, “Been working on it since last Christmas. You like it?”

🤎 You answered her with a fat kiss on her lips, kissing all over her face sloppily as she held you up from you jumping up into her arms

🤎 Safe to say that you guys spent almost the entire day leading up to the party fucking between every activity

🤎 Just put the gingerbread cookies in the oven? You guys are fucking on the kitchen counter

🤎 Just finished watching a movie? You’re fucking on the couch

🤎 Oh, what? There’s a sprig of mistletoe in every room? Sounds like a fuck tour to me

🤎 You guys don’t even stay at the party long because Sev wants to go and make love to make up for all the quickies you guys had that day

🤎 So yeah, you guys spend your first Christmas as a couple fucking in between all the traditions you guys made as best friends

🤎 Now let’s get on to some simpler things

🤎 You’re the blanket hog, but Sevika doesn’t mind because she runs warm anyway

🤎 If you guys aren’t going to work together or it’s an off day and one of you has errands or something you guys always part ways with 6 kisses- one to the forehead, one to each cheek, and three to the lips- an ‘I love you, baby’ and a bite

🤎 You left to your mom’s place one time without giving her the playful bite she’d come to expect whenever you left and she was so pouty about it that you simply added it to the kiss routine

🤎 Sev sleeps on the left side of the bed

🤎 I have a theory that the people who sleep on the left side of the bed are the people who like to be up underneath their partner (Yes I sleep on the left)

🤎 Sev has a double sink in her bathroom but whenever you guys are brushing your teeth or washing your faces it’s always at the same sink, Sev standing behind you with a hand on your waist

🤎 Funny enough, but after you guys got together, Sev stopped doing most of the driving

🤎 She enjoys being your passenger princess

🤎 You’ve got her name embroidered in the headrest of the passenger seat of your car

🤎 You keep a blanket, snacks, and cones stashed in your car for her at all times

🤎 Speaking of which, yes, mechanic Sev smokes both weed and cigs

🤎 Her cigarettes are Djarum black clove cigs

🤎 She smokes Blazy Susan King Sized cones

🤎 You don’t smoke as much as her, and honestly after the two of you got together, she doesn’t smoke as much as she used to either

🤎 But boy when you two get high together? You two can’t stop laughing

🤎One of your first times getting high with her you almost pissed yourself laughing at the way she said the word ‘spoon’

🤎 All in all, dating Sev is exactly what you expect dating your best friend to be like

🤎 She’s.... the best thing to ever happen to you

🤎 And you are the love of her life

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vettelsbitch · 11 months ago

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Hellooo, hope you're doing alright!! I wanted to check in and ask if you think Bez and Cele in the kidfic universe would go to a Christmas market?

Either pre relationship with Bez's hands being cold and Cele warming them up? Or post getting together when Matteo is walking with both of them holding one of his hands? Or mix it all together and Teo is the one with cold hands and needs both of them close to him and each other?

Thanks in advance, and don't feel pressured!!! <3

Bestie, babe, I HAVE thought about this, I think Xmas time can have such potential for a kidfic AU. And of course this is no different.

At first I was going to answer this with a series of thoughts and ideas about what could happen, but then it started growing and growing. So I went for a blurb... that also grew and ended up being 2.5k words.

But, merry christmas and happy holidays, there you go, enjoy this unbetaed mess (and as always thanks to @dobbiamo-capire for helping me keep it italian enough)

....

Marco stops for a second in his walk down the building stairs, Matteo in his arms, his eyes drifting to Cele's closed door a little ways down the hallway. They haven't seen each other quite as much, and Matteo has started asking about him. Well, more than usual. He wonders if they should walk up to the door and knock, but what would he say? 'Hey, Teo has been asking about you, and I also miss you a lot'. So instead he just keeps walking down, Cele is probably studying for his exams.

Marco had asked for the day off at work so they could go walk around the Christmas market a week ago. But the mechanic shop was very busy with people wanting to make sure their car was ready for long trips home or up the mountains for the holidays. So it took a bit, but finally, they are on their way to spend a whole day walking around.

When they get to the street, Marco lowers Teo to the ground. He readjusts the backpack on his shoulders, full of juice packs, sandwiches, and some of Teo's favorite snacks, and drops to one knee in front of his kid.

"You have to put on your hat, Teo," he says, reaching for the lump of knit fabric in Matteo's hands.

"I don't like it, papà!"

"It's cold, and your ears will fall off if you don't use it," he says, tugging one of his small ears, prompting a giggle out of Teo. Then he brushes Teo's curls back to make sure they don't get in his eyes when he puts the hat on, tying the little ear covers under his chin and fluffing his scarf so his cheeks get some coverage from the chilly wind too. "How excited are you for the market?"

Matteo throws his arm open and his hands as far apart as he can stretch them. "This much!"

"Wow, that's a lot."

Marco stands up again, offering his hand for Matteo to grab onto, and they start walking slowly towards the city center. His little gloved hand in Marco's big one makes him smile, excited to see him enjoy the holiday spirit that covers the city.

…………………

They reach the market twenty minutes and a juice pack later. It's filled with people chatting and laughing, looking at the stands offering anything from sweets to Christmas decorations, and Matteo seems to fill back up with energy at the sight of it all, pulling on Marco's hand to go to the closest stall and look at the wooden toys in it.

Every vendor is nice, and the whole square smells of wood and spices. An old man with gray hair, big round glasses, and an apron with a chocolate bar printed on it gives Matteo a little chocolate candy for free, and that makes sure his smile stays firmly in his face while they walk between wooden stalls.

Marco recognizes one of the girls tending the coffee stand, she had brought her car to his job to get a bump fixed not long ago, and she strikes up a conversation while still helping customers, which is quite impressive if you ask him. She's telling him how she can't go back home this year when he feels Matteo pulling his hand insistently. He looks down to see him pointing somewhere in the distance, throwing an apologetic smile at the girl.

"Papà, look, 'ele!"

Marco's eyes snap up immediately, looking towards where Teo is pointing. Between the rows of people having a good time, he can see the archway that serves as an entry to the ice rink, and next to it, in another of the wooden winter stalls, there's Cele. If Matteo hadn't pointed him out, it could have taken Marco a second to realize it was him, his long black curls hidden by his hat. But it's clearly him. Matteo tugs at his hand again.

"C'mon, papà, let's go see 'ele."

Marco smiles at him again, letting himself get dragged away from the coffee stall. He turns around to wave to the girl, and she just smiles back at him quickly before turning around to the next person in line. Teo walks in a straight line, his little hand tight around Marco's fingers. He can see people entering the rink, but Cele seems to not be busy when they get to him, he's talking to another young man next to him. Both of them have the same jacket on, with the university logo on the chest. Marco goes to clear his throat to catch his attention when Teo beats him to it.

"Hi 'ele!"

Marco feels his heart skip a beat when Cele turns around, his nose and his cheeks are flushed red. He's smiling immediately, looking down at Teo and then glancing at Marco. His eyes are crinkling, and his irises are so dark that they reflect the light hanging around him.

"Hey guys! What brings you here?" He says, dropping to his elbows on the stall to look down at Teo more comfortably.

Marco pats Matteo's head, the hat warm against his cold hands. "I promised to take him to the market some time ago, and we finally managed."

Matteo steps closer, rising on his tiptoes to put his hands on the edge of the wooden table. "Look, Cele! I've got Spiderman gloves!"

Cele bends over further, getting close to Teo, and Marco feels like his lungs are on fire for a second, seeing him smiling at his kid, his face soft and open, immediately praising his gloves. He puts his hands in his pocket before he does something dumb, like caressing Cele's cheek.

"Do you guys want to try the rink? Skating is pretty fun," Cele says, pointing at the archway.

Marco looks at the mass of people skating around and then at the list of prices for the rented skates, feeling Teo turn around. Cele must notice because he speaks up. "Friends and family discount, of course," he says with a wink. Marco almost chokes on his own breath.

"Can we papà?"

Bez looks down, patting his head again. "There's too many people, Teo, and you're small, it can be dangerous."

Matteo pouts, his bottom lip pushing forward and his big eyes looking up at him, and Marco knows he's doomed. He can never say no to his kid when he pulls the puppy eyes; even at three years old, he knows it. He looks up to Cele, looking for help, only to be faced with his crooked smile and big eyes filled with twinkling lights. And before Cele can fully open his mouth to speak, he is really doomed.

"I get my break at around 13, in less than an hour, if you guys wait until then, we can all go in, and then there are fewer people since it's lunchtime," he says, tilting his head a little for the full puppy eyes effect.

Marco sighs, shaking his head, the curls poking out under his beanie bouncing with the movement. "Okay, we'll keep looking around and come back then. Thank you, Cele."

"Thank you, 'ele!"

…………………………………

After another walk around the market, a sandwich, two juice packs, and a trip to the bathroom in the mall next to the market, they make their way back to the rink. Cele is no longer standing behind the wooden table, a blonde girl is in his place. Marco is about to walk up and ask when he feels a hand on his shoulder.

"You're here, guys, just in time," he says, dropping to one knee to talk with Matteo. "Are you ready to skate?"

Matteo nods quickly, his smile a little tight with equal parts excitement and nerves. Marco feels nervous himself, butterflies causing a ruckus in his stomach when Cele looks up at him.

"Okay, I need your shoe sizes for the skates," Cele starts walking towards the wooden stall as soon as Marco stumbles through telling him the two numbers.

When they reach him, he's struggling to carry three pairs of skates to the bench next to the archway into the rink. It's cute, how excited he also looks to be skating with them, and the butterflies in Marco's stomach start dive-bombing once again.

"Wait, I haven't paid yet," Marco says, helping Teo onto the bench, his legs a bit too short to jump by himself.

Cele shakes a hand in front of his face. "Don't worry about it, friends and family discount, remember," he says as he turns back towards Matteo, kneeling in front of him to help him get his shoes off and the skates on. When he tickles his little socked toes and they both giggle, Marco feels his chest burst with affection.

He's still standing, his skates waiting for him next to Cele's, so he sits down to put them on before he says something dumb. Or incriminating. Like how pretty Cele looks with his cheeks pink from the cold.

Once they're all skated up, their shoes safely back in the hands of the blonde girl, Cele gives them some quick pointers with the ease of someone who's probably been doing it for some days already. When he's done and asks if they have any questions, Matteo raises his hand. Marco can see Cele's mouth tighten to contain a giggle.

"Cele, papà doesn't have gloves!"

Marco feels his cheeks heat up under Cele's gaze. He shakes his head, opens his jacket, and starts digging around in the pockets of the hoodie he has on underneath.

"Well, that can't be, right, Teo? The good news is I always carry extra because I also forget them all the time," he says, pulling another pair of gloves, dark gray like the ones he's wearing, from his pocket. "So I can lend them to your papà while we skate."

Marco grabs the gloves, immediately putting them on under the focused gaze of his kid. They're slightly warm to the touch, probably from Cele's body heat, and feel like heaven going over his freezing-cold fingers. He wiggles his fingers, they're a little big for him, and they look snug on Cele, but he has a bit of extra room at the tips of his fingers. His brain floods with the realization that Cele has bigger hands than him. He's never cared about that, and now his eyes keep glancing at the other's hands.

When they're fully ready, Cele guides them through the archway carefully, Matteo gripping their hands tight to stay upright on the suddenly much more slick surface. The rink is much emptier than before, some couples and one group of teens are the only ones skating around. They start slowly, Cele giving pointers to their form, and quickly enough they're skating around, Matteo grabbing their hands with a huge smile on his face.

Marco looks over at Cele, on the other side of his kid, and mouths his thanks. He swears he sees Cele's cheeks flush darker, but that's probably from the ice underneath their feet.

"So, Teo, have you written your letter to Babbo Natale already?"

Matteo nods, sliding a bit with the momentum but catching himself easily with Cele's help. "Yes, papà is helping me, writing is a bit hard."

"It is, you're right there, Teo."

Matteo starts going on about what he's asking for, and what he's sure he will get because everyone says he's a good boy. Marco feels warm all over—the swirling lights around them, his kid's hand in his, soft gloves, and softer eyes across the ice.

"Cele," he says in a lull of their conversation. "How is it that you're working here? Don't you have exams?"

Cele nods, smiling. "I do, but I can revise here easily, that's why I asked to be at the front instead of in here. Also, the extra cash is nice, I'm not going home until New Year's Eve, so I had the time."

"So you're here for Christmas?"

"Yes, this year is a bit complicated with scheduling, so I can't get up there until afterwards. But it's okay."

Marco knows what he's going to say before he can reel it in and stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth. "We're going to Rimini for Christmas, you could come with us and spend the day together," he says. "If you want, I don't want you to be alone."

He can see it hit Cele, the moment the words sink into both of them, at the same time as he loses his footing on the ice, sliding backwards. He lets go of Matteo's hand, not wanting to bring his kid down with him, but it's too late for himself, his limbs flying, trying to catch himself, and Cele moving towards him to try to help.

One second later, he's flat on his back, his ass sore from the fall, the warm, solid weight of Cele on top of him, and his dark eyes worried. "Are you okay, Marco?"

He wants to bury himself in the ice, let the embarrassment pass, he wants to pull Cele closer, he wants to run away. He's stalling until Matteo's laughter next to him brings him back. Teo's sitting down on the ice, giggling up a storm at his dad's fall.

Cele moves back, getting up, and Marco has to stop himself from tugging on his sleeve, so he lays on top of him again. The cold is starting to seep into his back, so he should get up too.

With the help of Cele, they all get back on their feet and skate slowly back to the entrance. There was nothing other than a sore butt and a dent in his cool persona to cry about. When they get their shoes back, Matteo's legs are a bit wiggly from the change back to solid ground, and he starts imitating his dad falling on his ass and laughing loudly.

"Yes, yes, I fell. Very funny," he says.

Cele has been a bit quiet since the fall, so he turns towards him, grabbing his arm and squeezing. "Hey, the offer stands, I think Matteo would really like to have you there, and you shouldn't be alone for Christmas."

He sees him stutter, looking down at Teo, before nodding with a shy smile on his face. "Okay, if you insist, thank you, Marco."

The blonde girl at the stall calls Cele's name, his break is up.

"I had a great time with you guys, I need to go back now."

"Oh, right," says Marco. "Thank you, Cele, we had a lot of fun."

Matteo hugs his legs, thanking him too. Cele's hand comes down to ruffle his head through his hat. Marco finds himself unable to shut up again. "We're going to walk around until they turn on the lights if you want to go see them with us later. When do you get out?"

Cele's smile widens. "My shift ends at 17, and I'd love to go with you guys," he says, walking backward towards the stall.

"We'll be here," Marco says, letting Matteo tug him back to the market.

He squeezes his kid's hand, his chest feeling raw with emotion, and his brain is busy thinking about how he's going to tell his mom that she needs to add another plate to Christmas lunch. He's still wearing Cele's gloves.

#bezz/cele #bezz/cele kidfic AU #bezz has a kid and Cele is his neighbor AU #but make it xmas themed #motogp rpf #mine #kidfic anon

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