#and it’s right in the middle of my usual lunchtime and I was getting into breakdown territory already which delayed my food-getting more

[hedgewitchnecromancer]

Can my birthday present be adequate mental health for a day please brain?

[katstarry]

no one noticed

eddie munson x reader

part i

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part ii | part iii

summary: being paired up for a project with eddie leads to a beautiful friendship, it's inevitable that you gain a crush.

warnings: PINING, slow burn, fluff, slight self-deprecating thoughts?, reader is an academic achiever/seeks academic validation kinda (self insert lmaoo), reader has long hair, the upside down doesn't exist here, lmk if i missed anything!

a/n: this is longer than i expected it to be, maybe i'll even make a small series of this :3 lmk if you guys would be interested!

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the morning started out as it always does.

your alarm wakes you up, you get ready for school, say goodbye to your mom, and maybe grab a quick snack before heading out and driving to school. the usual routine.

it's your senior year, it's supposed to be the best year of high school. though, so far it has been very disappointing. you blame yourself for not being as extroverted as you hoped to be during your freshman year, now you don't have as many friends as middle school you had envisioned.

but you do have robin.

she's been your closest friend throughout the years, having met her in freshman year in the library, where you spent your lunchtime at, and you're okay with just having one close friend. you've come to peace with that. robin has been the bestest friend you've ever had, she's became a confidant, and you never have to put up a front with her. it's easy to talk to her, she has that sort of power somehow. what usually takes you a few weeks to become comfortable with someone new, it had only been a mere few days before being totally comfortable with robin.

as you walk into the school, you walk to your locker, seeing her right beside it.

"hey robin," you smile at her as she moves out the way for you, "good morning."

she returns your smile with her shoulder to the locker beside your own, one bookbag strap hanging from the other, "goood morning!"

you grab the materials you need for the first class of the day, "what's got you so happy this early?" you yawn.

robin shrugs, "can't a woman just be happy to see her best friend?"

rolling your eyes playfully, "of course you can!" you smirk at her, closing the locker and adjusting your bag on your shoulder, "...but maybe it has to do with a certain bandmate of yours?" you whisper.

she gasps, whispering back, "what! no. definitely not, definitely did not talk to her just a few minutes ago."

you laugh as the bell rings, signaling the start of the day.

"guess i'll see you at lunch?"

she nods, "can we go to the cafeteria today instead of the library? forgot my lunch today, woke up late."

you both begin to walk to the direction of your classes, "yeah that's fine, see you there!" giving her a side hug, you both go your separate ways.

it's now your class before lunch, history.

the day has felt longer than usual. you can't wait for it to be over and have your after school nap.

dropping your bag beside your desk, you sit and take out your notebook for the class.

the other students come walking in, he sits in his usual spot behind you.

you sit up straighter, god i'm so embarrassing.

usually, you hate having to have people sit behind you. it always feels like their watching your every move. of course, it's not true, but you can't help but think it. it's why you always sit in the back. but unfortunately, those seats were taken when you had walked in the first day of this class.

it's even worse when you think the person behind you is cute.

you move your hair to your shoulders, hoping it covers the sight to your notebook. you're just shading in the margins.

you look up when the teacher gets up from his desk, class is about to start.

"alright class, let's get started."

he walks over to the door and shuts it, and begins taking attendance.

"well, for today it'll be fairly easy. you won't hear me talk much today," the class let's out sighs of relief, the jocks who get along with him laugh playfully, "alright, alright. you won't be doing that after what i tell you."

oh no. you already know what he's about to say.

"we'll be doing a project! you'll be grouped up in pairs." immediately people begin to look at one another, already knowing who they want to be paired with, you look around, you don't really talk to anyone in that class. though, nancy wheeler has been kind to you, hopefully she'd want to pair up with you. but probably not, since barb and jonathan is in this class too. you can still hope though. any of them!

"before you get excited, i'll be the one assigning groups. it'll be at random."

now, the class really does let out sounds of disappointment and dissatisfaction.

"i told you, you wouldn't like it!" he laughs and clears his throat and goes back to his desk, grabbing a piece of paper and going back to leaning on his podium.

"alright, let's see here." he goes on to list the pairings, you anxiously wait for your name to be called.

please. please, please, pair me with nancy. or barb. or jonathan.

"nancy wheeler and-" please! "barbara holland."

well, okay. that's fine, who else is left? you'd been so caught up in waiting for your name that you hadn't kept up with who was called and who hasn't. jonathan! he hasn’t been called yet. please, please, please-

"y/n l/n and-" oh shit, that's you. "eddie munson."

oh shit, he's behind you.

the girl in front of you turns around and whispers to you, "good luck."

should you turn around? if you don't what if he thinks you're upset about being paired with him? you should probably turn around, the teacher keeps listing names, and you look back briefly.

he's already looking at you and you awkwardly make eye contact; you give a small smile and turn back around. okay that wasn't so bad right? dang it. you've tried your hardest to not talk to him. but if you think someone's cute you should want to talk to them, right? wrong. you never know what to say when you like someone, how can you even like someone without talking to them? you don't know, but it happened anyway. and now you're basically being forced to talk to him.

robin's going to love this.

"okay, now that you know who your partners are, i'll talk about what this project will be about. you and your partners will come up with a topic, it'll have to be a significant part of history. you'll make a presentation where both will have to speak in front of the class. you can bring in photos, poster boards, anything to aid the presentations. it's not necessary, but it could earn you extra points!"

he looks over to the clock on the wall, "... i'll give you until the end of class, which is about," he looks down to his wristwatch to double check, "40 minutes from now, to come up with a topic, come to my desk to let me know you've come up with something before leaving class, please."

clapping his hands together, he sighs, "alright! pair up!"

everyone begins to move to be with their partners, darn it. all you have to do is turn around. it's not that big a deal. as nervous as you are to talk to eddie, your grade matters more than a silly crush.

you turn around in your seat, grabbing your notebook and putting it in your lap. finally looking up you see him tapping his pencil on his desk, also looking up. the awkward eye contact again, awkward to you at least.

okay. maybe you can fail one project.

who are you kidding, your parents would look at you crazy if you came home with a failing grade.

"hey." you finally say, giving him another shy smile. god damn it why are you so awkward.

he nods, "hey." he leans onto his elbows, looking away, "it's alright if you wanna switch partners y'know? or if you wanna work alone, or something."

you look at him in surprise, "no! it's fine. i don't mind working with you, sorry if i gave that impression." furrowing your eyebrows, dang it maybe your nervousness made him think that.

he looks back to you, "really? i wouldn't want to bring your grade down, straight A student." he smiles. okay, now he's just messing with you.

you can't help the heat that rushes to your cheeks, so he must know about you then? how does he know that?

"funny that you think i would let that happen." you laugh.

he leans back onto his chair, arms now crossed on the table. "alright then, are you sure you wanna be my partner, then?" he looks at you, eyebrows raised.

"yes, i'm sure." you now lean on his desk, arms also crossed.

"do you have any ideas for our topic?" you grab the notebook from your lap, grab a pencil, and put it in between you both on the desk.

he sits up now, leaning on the desk, mirroring your actions.

oh no, he's close now, breathe.

he scratches the back of his neck, "uh... not really."

"alright, that's fine. uhm," you look at the clock, "we have about 35? 30? minutes, so we have time. we should just pick a few things and then we can pick the one we like best, yeah?" you write in your notebook, ideas, and underline it. you look back up and find eddie looking down at your notebook before looking back up as well.

"yeah, that sounds like a good idea."

you tap your pencil and bite your lip, thinking.

"hmm... we could do like the great depression or something." you murmur and write it down.

as you have your head down to write it, you miss eddie's panicked gaze. he's never really had much care for these types of things since usually whoever he's partnered with doesn't even bother talking to him and do it all themselves, doesn't even give him the chance to contribute. he quickly tries to think so that he can add something too.

"uh, the- what about the american revolution? or something? i dunno."

you look back up, "yeah! you wanna write that?"

you offer the pencil to him, "sure." he takes it, turning the notebook towards him, feeling a bit insecure about his handwriting compared to yours that's above his own. it isn't the neatest, and he never really cared about it, but he can't help it when you look at him like that.

the rest of the time goes by like that, going back and forth with ideas, your notebook page filled with both your handwriting.

"okay, we have like 10 minutes left. do you have a favorite?"

you tilt your head as you wait for an answer.

"uh," he bites his lip as he looks down at the list, "the invention of the printing press?" to be honest he just picked a random one.

"cool! i'm alright with that." you smile as you put a small star beside the idea.

"hmm... would you want to do a poster board? or anything?"

no, honestly he would not. but he looks at you and can tell that you really would, anything that would earn extra points, right? he smiles.

"i wouldn't mind it. i could buy the stuff for it." he doesn't have the money for it, but he'll just have to sell more of his stuff for it.

"really? no that's okay, i'm the one that wanted to do it."

"nooo," he gives you a pointed look, playfully scolding you, "i'll buy it. what do we need for that?" he plays with the end of his hair twisting it in front of his face. a nervous habit of his, you make him nervous. not that you realize.

"well, the board, some markers, we could use mine since i already have some, and some glue. we could print out the stuff we need at the library, once we find out whatever we need to print."

"alrighty then. we made a lot of progress today then, huh? i'm the best partner you could have! we're really an unstoppable duo, right here." he puts his hand up for a high-five.

you give him the high-five, ignoring the tingly feeling on your hand, and it wasn't from the impact.

"oh yeah, totally." you laugh.

"i don't like that tone." he squints at you.

"what do you mean? i'm serious! we are the best duo." you smile.

"alright, i believe you." he smiles and stretches.

the bell rings, and it feels like suddenly the day went by too fast now.

you stand and grab your things, writing your names on an index card and the topic for the project.

eddie stands as well, about to say something but you beat him to it.

"let's go turn in our topic."

he usually is out the door when they do this, okay.

you both walk to the teachers desk, you smile and give him the index card.

he takes it and looks up with a smile, "great topic!" he looks over at eddie, "hopefully she rubs off on you!"

you frown and look over at eddie, who gives him a sarcastic smile and nod.

you both walk out the classroom, "do you have lunch after this?" he asks.

you stop in your tracks, about to walk to the cafeteria to meet robin.

"yeah i do, do you?"

"yup." he smiles and walks beside you, making your way to the cafeteria.

"y'know i was always scared to talk to you." he gives you a side eye, before looking straight again.

"what? of me?" you look over at him incredulously.

"oh, totally. thought you were scary, y'know being a smarty pants and all."

ah, so he's messing with you. again.

"ha ha," you roll your eyes, though you're smiling, "very funny."

"you know those candies? what're they called? smarties? yeah, that's you."

"what? it's a candy!" you laugh.

"so? that's still you."

"okay, okay. i'm not that smart alright?" you shake your head, still smiling. you can't stop smiling.

he looks at you like you're crazy. "you're kidding, right? don't you have like, the highest grade in the class?"

you shrug, feeling shy. "could be better, though."

the cafeteria is in view now, and you desperately need to change the subject. "well, guess this is where we go our separate ways." you sigh dramatically.

"i guess so." he breaks eye contact and looks around, "you could uh, sit at our table. if you want."

"oh! uh... i wouldn't want to bother-" "you wouldn't be."

you smile at him and he swears he can hear his heat beating out his chest right now.

"thank you. but i was gonna meet with my friend robin. i'll see you tomorrow in class, though."

"right, yeah, that's fine. see you tomorrow." he opens the door to the cafeteria and dramatically makes way for you to pass through.

you wave him goodbye as he makes way to his groups table, you see robin at your usual spot.

oh you aren't going to hear the end of this.

[redvdress]

PERSISTENT GUY (part 𝐈𝐈?)

A/N what if hawks attended UA as a teen? and what if-among all the students- one clearly didn’t care about him or anyone else? teen!hawks x introverted and kinda grumpy fem reader. enjoy!! i have so many ideas on this, might start a series👀. go read prequel for this and sequel’s out!!

Hawks wasn’t one to dwell on failure. If anything, it only spurred him on. Yesterday’s defeat in the training grounds? A minor setback. You had bested him, sure, but that only made you more intriguing in his gold eyes. Most people bent easily under his natural charm—smiling, laughing, and eventually giving in to his effortless charisma.

But not you.

And that, for Hawks, was precisely the challenge. The thought of it made him grin.

The next day, the cafeteria was buzzing with the usual lunchtime activity—students crowded around tables, talking and laughing, their trays full of the surprisingly good food that U.A. offered.

Hawks, of course, was in the middle of the cafeteria, talking animatedly to a group of classmates who hung on his every word.

But his golden eyes kept drifting toward the far corner of the room, where you were seated by herself. As usual.

You had picked the darkest, most secluded spot in the cafeteria, tucked away from the chaos. Shadows seemed to cling to you, even here in the bright midday light, and you were eating in silence, completely undisturbed by the noise around you.

“She’s like a cat in the corner,” Hawks muttered to himself. “All distant and mysterious.”

One of his friends, a tall boy with spiky blue hair, glanced at him curiously. “What’s that, Takami?”

Hawks smirked, waving a hand. “Nothing. Just thinking out loud.”

The truth was, Keigo had been thinking—planning, really. You had shot down his first attempt at getting you to have lunch with him. But persistence was a virtue, right? And Hawks was nothing if not persistent.

“So, what’s the next move, Takami?” another student asked, smirking. “Heard you got shot down hard yesterday by yln.”

“Yeah, man, she totally shut you down!” the spiky-haired boy chimed in, chuckling.

Keigo grinned, unbothered by their teasing. “Oh, she may have won that round, but I’ve got my eye on the prize. You’ll see.”

With that, Keigo grabbed his tray, piled high with food, and strutted toward your table.

The other students watched with wide eyes, whispering amongst themselves.

“No way. Is he seriously trying again?”

“I swear, he’s fearless.”

“Or just dumb.”

But Hawks didn’t care about the gossip. He had a plan.

You were halfway through your meal when you sensed someone approaching.

You didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The heavy, confident footsteps, the unmistakable sound of wings brushing against the air—it was all too familiar by now.

“Hey there, Shadow Queen,” Hawks greeted, sliding into the seat across from you without waiting for an invitation. “Mind if I join you?”

Your eyes flicked up, meeting his with a cold, unamused stare. “I do mind.”

Hawks smiled brightly, completely unfazed. “Well, lucky for you, I’m a persistent guy.”

You sighed, clearly not in the mood. “Why are you like this?”

“Like what? Charming? Handsome? Unbelievably cool?” Hawks grinned, leaning back in his chair and draping one arm lazily over the backrest. “I get that a lot.”

You didn’t dignify that with a response, instead focusing on your lunch and hoping that he’d get the message. But Hawks wasn’t the type to take a hint. Especially not when he had a plan in motion.

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. “So, I’ve been thinking. You didn’t really say no to lunch. You just said you don’t do lunch.”

You glanced up, your expression unreadable. “That’s because I don’t.”

“Right, right, I get it. But see, here’s the thing—” Hawks paused dramatically, tapping the side of his head as if he’d just solved a great mystery. “You never said you don’t do lunch with me.”

You blinked, clearly not impressed. “You’re splitting hairs.”

“Maybe,” Hawks admitted, his grin widening. “But hear me out. I’ve got a proposition.”

You set your chopsticks down and crossed your arms, giving him a look that said, This better be good.

“I’m listening.”

Hawks leaned in, lowering his voice even more, as if you were discussing top-secret hero business.

“You don’t have to do lunch. But if you happen to sit with me for lunch, you don’t even have to talk to me. You can pretend I’m not even here. Just let me sit here, enjoy my food, and bask in the glory of your presence. That’s all.”

You raised an eyebrow, the barest hint of amusement flickering in your usually impassive face. “You want to sit here in silence? With me. That’s your grand plan?”

“Exactly,” Hawks said, flashing you a thumbs-up. “No strings attached. You don’t even have to acknowledge me.”

You considered him for a moment, your sharp gaze scrutinizing his every word. You knew Hawks wasn’t the type to give up easily. He was too stubborn for his own good. But… maybe if you let him sit there in silence, he’d eventually get bored and move on.

“Fine,” you said at last, picking up your chopsticks again. “But you don’t talk. At all.”

“Deal!” Hawks said quickly, already unpacking his own lunch. “I’ll be quiet as a shadow.”

For the next few minutes, an almost surreal silence settled over the table. Hawks, true to his word, didn’t say a single thing. He ate his food quietly, occasionally glancing around the cafeteria but mostly focusing on his meal.

You, meanwhile, continued to eat as if he weren’t even there.

To anyone watching, it was an odd sight—Hawks, the school’s most talkative, outgoing student, sitting completely still and silent across from the most introverted girl in the class. It was like watching a lion sit quietly next to a house cat.

Maybe it was because he wasn’t being his usual loud, obnoxious self.

When you finished your meal, you stood up, picking up your tray.

Hawks glanced up, giving you a curious look. “We done here?”

You looked at him for a moment, then nodded once. “You did well.”

A slow, satisfied grin spread across Hawks’ face. “So, lunch again tomorrow?”

You didn’t answer, simply walking away and leaving him behind. But as you disappeared into the shadows at the far end of the cafeteria, Hawks couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

“She didn’t say no,” he murmured, standing up and stretching his wings. “Guess that’s a win.”

As he strolled out of the cafeteria, his classmates watched him go, whispering amongst themselves.

“Did Hawks actually pull it off?”

“Looks like it. He’s gonna get her eventually.”

“I swear, that guy’s unstoppable.”

And as Hawks walked down the hall, whistling to himself, he couldn’t help but think that, for once, they were right. He wasn’t giving up on you—not yet.

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the breakfast

lilac, chapter two

a/n: when my love, @chvoswxtch, asked me to bring the horny energy of miss patty from gilmore girls, of course I fucking did it, I'm not a criminal, that's what we all deserve

summary: “well, hello stranger.” 

warnings: lumberjack!frank castle x reader, lumberjack AU, pete castiglione era, past domestic violence, crazy ex trope, slow burn, wholesome villagers being adorable

word count: 2373

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The Lilac Inn wasn’t just an inn to the citizens of Dunbrook. It was its beating heart, a hub for the small community to gather. 

As the town’s only culinary establishment, the residents had always made a habit of eating a fair amount of their meals in the inn’s dining room, the door to the kitchen often staying wide open so that Harvey wouldn’t have to leave the stove in order to catch all of the juicy small-town gossip that had people blabbering. 

“Dad, did you turn off my alarm?” you snapped as soon as your scurrying feet carried you into the bustling kitchen.

Not lifting his eyes from the loaf of bread he was currently slicing, your dad simply countered with a jovial, “well, good morning to you too, sleeping beauty!”

“Dad,” you sighed, jaw clenching at his usual demeanour, the paralysing dream you’d just roused from not setting you up to be in the right mood for such a level of positivity. 

“You just looked like you could use the extra hour or two,” a smile still warm on his lips, the middle-aged man defensively raised his hands.

“But I’m supposed to help you out,” your eyes followed his movements as he trotted towards the stove, “I can’t do that if I’m asleep.”

“Exactly,” your dad passed by a hook full of tangled textiles and tossed you an apron, “that’s why I let you go a little longer so that you wouldn’t doze off on me before lunchtime arrives.” 

“I wouldn’t have dozed off…” you mumbled pettily as you tied the linen around your waist. Exhaling lowly as you watched him crack two eggs into a sizzling skillet, you asked, “what can I do?”

“Well for starters,” he tossed the shells into a small scrap bowl to his side, “these were the last eggs, so if you could go get some more out by the front desk, that would be superb.”

“Why do you have eggs on the front desk?”

“Because Otto’s chickens are laying a lot right now and so he told me he’d give me some today when he swung by for breakfast.” 

“Wait, Sheriff Nilsen has chickens now?”

“Yeah, has for a long time,” the decade of you not living here grew palpable, “he usually just drops the extra ones off here, so they should already be there because I just took his order two minutes ago.”

“Alright,” you disappeared through the back door and snaked down the narrow corridor, ending up behind the messy reception area. 

Your eyes didn’t have to search for long before you noticed the petite basket, brimming with beige eggs, resting on the top of the counter right beside the small rolodex that displayed what date it was. Grasping it in your hand, your vision momentarily drifted down to the small, framed photo nuzzled behind the ever-open logbook. Sitting on the swing that still hung from one of the sturdy trees out back, head adorably posed in a tiny palm, there a 7-year-old version of you sat, forever frozen in that singular moment, beaming up at the camera. 

“Ah!” a sharp voice boomed as you heard the front door swing shut, “oh my goodness, oh my god! Y/n!”

Raising your chin, your eyes grew wide at the rotund woman beaming at you from the doormat, “miss Rays!” you hurried around the front desk, “oh my god, it’s been so long!” 

Capturing you in a hug, she pressed your form into her bosom, “darling, we’re not in bed together, call me Donna.”

Pulling back with a light chuckle, your eyes fluttered over her features, “you haven’t changed one bit,” her lipstick still a fiery shade red and hair still short and feathery framing her plump cheeks.

“You however have,” she clasped your free hand in hers, guiding your figure to give her a good view, “oh, do a little spin for me,” you bashfully obliged with a giggle, “yes! Honey, who is this woman, what have you done with the adorable little girl I used to tutor?”

To your knowledge, Dunbrook never really had a proper school, but for as long as you could recall Donna had always operated as a teacher to the handful of children that called the reclusive mountain village their home. Even though it was just run out of her living room, she had still been the best teacher you’d ever had, her patient way rivalling any of the professors you had to endure when you went off for college. As a matter of fact, she had been the person who’d pushed you to send in the application, praising that you were too clever not to go out and change the world. 

“Oh, stop it,” you sighed light-heartedly, a chuckle still bubbling out of your chest as you shifted the subject away from your own appearance, “so, you still come here for breakfast?”

“Of course, I do, you’ve tasted your father’s cooking,” readjusting her purse, she hooked her arm in yours, “a real shame that he’s never accepted any of my offers of becoming your stepmom,” she leaned in to add as you crossed over the threshold into the dinner room, “I could have been served all my meals in bed like some Egyptian queen!” 

“I’m sure you can easily find another fellow that can handle himself in the kitchen,” the click-clack of her heels came to a stop by one of the small round tables, her eyes briefly taking in the other patrons before a slight crease appeared betwixt her polished brows. 

“Oh, darn it,” her vision stayed glued to the table in the corner as she lowered herself onto her seat, “he’s not sitting at his usual table…”

“Who?”

“The eye candy over there,” she tilted her chin in the direction of the broad, muted flannel-clad back of the man sitting by the window furthest down at the bottom of the room, “you see, I asked your dear father to always reserve this spot for me just so that I can have a great view, if you know what I mean…” gulping down the rest of his coffee, the man’s head tilted enough for you to recognise whom the rugged looking visage belonged to, “oh boy, I tell you, if I was 30 years younger…”

Haven assumed that you’d never again run into the stranger who’d helped you just the day before, a warm flutter suddenly trickled down your spine, “like that’s ever stopped you before,” you pointed out, snapping your eyes out of their trance, “so, uh, do you know what you want to eat or do you just want some coffee or something while you think on it?” you took two steps towards the oblong table where mismatched teacups where stacked and the steam of a few thermoses, all containing a different hot beverage then the next, billowed out.

“Some coffee would be lovely,” she smiled as you with one hand snatched up a mug and the decanter labelled as such, “and some oatmeal if you don’t mind, sweetie.”

Promptly pouring her a cup, you then signed off with a wink, “you got it,” before your vision landed upon the latest of Donna’s abundant infatuations once more. 

Attempting to make the short journey seem spontaneous and effortless, you bounced from table to table, topping off people's cups, before reaching the final one. 

Drawing in a deep breath, your embarrassingly giddy voice then found his ears, “well, hello stranger.” 

Eyes flickering away from the newspaper sprawled out before him, a look of shock washed over his gruff features as he glanced up at you, “oh, hi.”

“Pete–, it is Pete, right?” you checked, slight mortification beginning to brew within your belly. 

“Yes, ma'am,” his head nodded ever so slightly.

“Do you want a refill, Pete?” you savoured the taste of his name on your tongue. 

“Sorry?” his brows furrowed at your offer. 

“Your coffee,” you pointed with the hand that clutched the handle of the thermos, “do you want some more?”

“Oh,” he breathed, though the puzzled look didn’t seem to fade, “yes, always.” 

Leaning in slightly over the newspaper, you filled up the drained mug, only a murky ring at the bottom indicating what it had previously contained, “and can I get you something to eat as well?” 

Eyes narrowing, he stared up at you, “is your vacation really already so boring that you got a job here or what?”

“Oh,” you couldn’t help but breathe out a light chuckle as you answered, “I’m not on vacation and I guess, kinda,” staring back into his eyes as you attempted to repeat your question, “so, do you want any–,” though before you could finish the sentence, out pranced your father, a plate of food balanced in his palm. 

“2 eggs sunny side up and some sourdough toast, as per usual,” he sang as his long arm came down to slice the air between your forms, placing the dish upon the table. 

Briefly catching his eye, Pete then offered a polite nod of gratitude, “thank you,” folding the paper up and scooting the meal closer. 

Feeling the small basket of eggs disappear from your grip, you blinked back at your father as he softly requested in your ear, “honey, could you give me a hand in the back when you’re done out here?”

“Sure, dad,” you flashed him a smile before watching him disappear once more. 

Feet still glued to the floorboards right by Pete’s table, your vision then returned to him as his deep voice washed over you, “so, you’re Harvey’s kid, then?”

“Yep, that’s my dad,” your balance briefly shifted as you rocked on the balls of your feet, “thank you, by the way, for yesterday.”

“Oh, it’s no problem,” his fork punctured one of the golden yokes, “how’s your car looking?” 

“I don’t really know yet. The local mechanic is taking a look today, so fingers crossed it’s not anything too catastrophic,” you felt your palms begin to sweat as he simply stared up at you in silence, “anyhow,” you averted your gaze nervously, “I’ll stop bothering you, let eat in peace,” you nearly bumped into the chair behind you as you backed up towards the kitchen, the near accident not managing to draw any words out of him, only the hint of a smile twitched at the corner of his lips, “see you around, I guess…” 

“Hey, dad?” 

Briefly raising his eyes from the logbook cracked open on the wooden counter, he glanced up at you as you bounced down the wide staircase, “yeah, pumpkin?”

Hand tracing the railing, with the aid of the grip, you swung your form around the last post as you ascended the final step, “did you know that the hot water doesn’t work? Like at all.”

“Yeah, that and about a million other things around here,” he sighed, vision returning to the ledger as you rested your folded-up arms upon the top of the reception, “this is a beautiful historic building… and what I mean by that is that there are too many things that either don’t work the way they should or at all. I am not a millionaire, honey. If I was, then the issues wouldn’t be piling up the way that they are…”

Bottom lip snug between your teeth, your mind raced a moment before you quietly theorised, “exactly how long is that list?”

Eyes racing to find your eyes, your father joked, “why? Did you become a contractor while living in New York or something?”

“No, but I was always the handy one out of the two of us,” you noted before your shoulders raised in an innocent shrug, “how hard could it be?”

“Let me get this right,” he raised a palm up between you as his eyes crinkled even further, “you’re telling me you wanna try and patch this place up?”

“Well, it couldn’t hurt the business side of things. When was the last time you booked out more than two rooms at a time here?”

“Oh, no, no,” the moustachioed man then began to shake his head, “you’re not turning this place into some fake, glossy tourist attraction.”

Swinging around to his side of the counter, you assured him, “hey, I’m not saying let's flood this place with tourists, but maybe just a handful more?” tilting your head in an attempt to catch his gaze that had now returned to the open book, “just enough to make ends meet, perhaps also enough to at some point hire someone else so that you won’t work yourself to death…” 

Eyes frozen on the page before him, a long exhale then flowed from his lungs as he deliberated. 

“Alright, fine, yeah, I guess that wouldn’t be that bad…” he tried to downplay the smile that blossomed upon his lips.

Spine pressed against the edge of the front desk, you then braced with your palms and hauled yourself up onto the spot that was just clear enough for you to sit there without knocking any knickknacks over. 

“So,” you drew out, searching for a new topic to explore, “Donna seems to be quite set on that guy Pete to be her new husband, huh?”

“Oh, yeah,” Harvey chortled, “but you know her, she’s like a dog spotting a pheasant every time she sees a new man. I think genuinely I might be the only person in town who isn’t either terrified of him or has some desire to sleep with him.”

“How long has he been here anyway?”

“Eh,” he glanced up at the stained glass adorning the front door as he thought, “maybe a year or two? He mostly keeps to himself, lives up in a cabin in the woods and only really comes down here to either provide some firewood to whoever needs it or have some coffee,” vision landing on you, he then noted, “you however seemed to have broken through to him quite quickly. Took me like 5 months to get anything more than a grunt of recognition out of him.”

“Oh,” you couldn’t stop your eyebrows as they promptly rose up, “well, he kinda helped me the day that I got here. He was the guy I caught a ride with…”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[loves0phelia]

Jumanji

Summery: You and your friends get detention, find a weird video game, decide to play and earn the consequences.

Words: 2.3k

Warnings: bad grammar.

A/N: Idk why i decide to do a jumanji au fic but here it is i hope you'll like it xxx

The sound of footsteps echoes in the hallway as students exit their receptive classroom after the bell rang signalling the beginning of lunch break.

You kept your gaze low, clutching your books tightly to your chest, and headed to your locker. You let out a quiet sigh of relief as you reached it. You began spinning the combination lock, when—

"BOO!" A loud voice shouted right next to your ear.

You jumped,  heart, leaping into your throat, nearly dropping all the books you held. You whipped around, eyes wide, only to be met with Chrissy’s grinning face.

"Gotcha!" Chrissy said, laughing playfully.

"Chrissy! You scared me!" you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Sorry. It's just too easy to scare you! You're always so jumpy." Chrissy giggled, flipping her strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, and leaning against the locker next to yours.

“So… where are you going to eat lunch? At my table or are you going to go with your boyfriend?” You both started walking away from the lockers, lunchbox in hand, to join the other students in the cafeteria.

Her question made a blush creep into your face, tinting your cheeks a rosy colour.

“Eddie is not my boyfriend, Chris. I barely even hang out with him” You sighed.

“It's kinda funny how you knew exactly who I was talking about though” She giggled again, and bumped your shoulder with hers, teasing you.

You only rolled your eyes at her and pushed the cafeteria doors open ignoring her. The doors swung open and right away you were both met with the bustling noise of the lunchtime crowd, students chatting, trays clattering, and the usual lunchtime chaos filling the air. But something was off.

You slowed down and noticed a cluster of students gathered in a tight circle near the center of the cafeteria. There was a low murmur spreading through the crowd, the kind of tension that only meant one thing.

“Wait… what’s going on?” you asked, your brow furrowing.

“I don’t know… “ Chrissy stood on her tiptoes, trying to see over the heads of the crowd. “it looks like—oh no.” Her face paled, and before you could ask anything, Chrissy darted forward, pushing through the crowd.

You rushed after her and muttered apologies every time you squeezed past another student.

When you finally pushed past the last student blocking the view of the middle of the circle, you saw them. Jason and Eddie. They were squaring off, chests puffed out, faces red with anger. Jason's hands were clenched into fists, and Eddie looked like he was one second away from throwing a punch.

“What the hell are you two doing?!” Chrissy shouted, storming right up to them and grabbing Jason’s hand in hers in case he was ready to throw his fist at Eddie’s face, her voice was cutting through the noise like a blade.

“The freak started it,” Jason accused, his voice sharp with frustration.

“Are you kidding me?” Eddie shot back, stepping forward. “You were talking sh-”

“Seriously? I was talking shit?!” Jason stepped forward too. Making both boys inches apart.

"What's going on here?" 

You felt your stomach drop as you turned to see Principal Coleman standing at the edge of the circle with his arms crossed, his eyes sweeping over the scene. The whole cafeteria seemed to fall silent the moment he appeared.

“Oh no,” Chrissy whispered under her breath, shooting you a worried look.

The principal walked forward, his gaze moving between Eddie, Jason, Chrissy, and you. 

“Mr. Munson, Mr. Carver,” Principal Thompson addressed them, his voice cold, “would either of you like to explain why there’s a crowd gathered around you, and why you two looked about ready to throw punches in my cafeteria?”

Jason shifted uncomfortably on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck. “We, uh… It was just a misunderstanding, sir. Nothing serious” 

“Nothing serious? When all the students are surrounding you guys I know everything is serious.” The principal raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.

Both boys opened their mouths to speak but couldn’t come up with anything that would change the principal’s mind. Principal Thompson’s gaze then shifted to you and Chrissy, his eyes hardening.

“And what about you two? Just bystanders?” His tone suggested that he wasn’t buying that for a second.

You felt a lump rise in her throat as you shook your head quickly. “No, we didn’t do anything! We just got here and tried to stop them before it got worse.”

Chrissy nodded in agreement. “We weren’t part of the fight, I swear.”

“Well with what I can see right now you’re involved” His eyes shifted to Chrissy's hand that is still holding onto Jason's fist, and then to you in front of Eddie suggesting you were in the middle of it all. “The four of you need to understand that actions have consequences.”

“I expect more from all of you, especially you two,” he said, glancing between you girls. “I’m disappointed. You should’ve come to me or a teacher immediately instead of trying to handle it yourselves.”

Chrissy opened her mouth to protest, but Principal Thompson cut her off with a sharp look. “Enough. All four of you—detention. Today after school.”

Your heart sank, you never got detention, and now you were getting one unfairly? You wanted to say something but Instead, you just stood there, not wanting to aggravate the consequences.

“I’ll see you all in detention. And trust me, if this kind of behaviour happens again, there will be far more serious consequences.”

With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving the four of you standing in stunned silence. The cafeteria slowly resumed its usual noise, but for you and Chrissy, the weight of the unfair punishment lingered.

“Detention? Seriously?” Chrissy muttered under her breath, crossing her arms tightly.

You and Eddie exchanged looks and you saw the guilt in his eyes. You were mad at Principal Coleman but you couldn't bring yourself to be mad at him even though he and Jason had put you and your best friend in this situation.

“Welcome to detention” The woman smiled brightly but was met with frowns and sighs which was expected.

“Mister the principal thinks it would be too easy for you all to sit and look at the ceiling for a couple of hours so he thought of a brilliant idea” She pointed her finger to the mess on the floor and the shelves. All of you looked at her quizzingly.

“This place is gonna get turned into an office and obviously we need it cleaned out so today you are all going to be cleaning out the mess, and don't worry if you're not done today you can come back tomorrow” She smiled but her voice was full of malice.

“Tomorrow?” You all said in unison.

“But tomorrow is Saturday?!” Jason added. 

“Well I guess then you should get to work” She clapped her hands together and left the room leaving you all alone in the dark and cold basement.

“I can't believe we're stuck here because of you guys!” Chrissy groaned, you had been down here for hours now and the room didn't seem to get any cleaner.

The gray walls were still lined with old posters that had been hanging there since forever, and the desks were scratched with initials from past students who had served their time. You sighed and tried to continue cleaning. The clock on the wall ticked slowly, the minutes dragging by painfully.

Your eyes lazily scanned the room, and that's when something caught your attention in the back corner.

Curiosity tugged at you, and before you knew it, you had started to make your way over to it.

“Y/N,” Chrissy whispered harshly, “What are you doing?”

“I just… want to check something out,” Y/N muttered, brushing off the dust from the top of the box. The box had a symbol, indicating that it was not to be opened.

Jason noticed and leaned over. “What is that thing?”

You shrugged, “I don’t know… but it looks like it has been here for a while.”

Eddie stood up from his chair across the room, curiosity getting the better of him. “Open it,” he said in a low voice, leaning over you, his chin almost laying on your shoulder  “Come on, let’s see what’s inside.”

“Maybe we should leave it alone” Chrissy warned, though her eyes looked nervously toward the box as well.

Ignoring the voice of reason in your head, you carefully pried open the latch. The box creaked as it opened, revealing an old gaming console nestled inside. It was strange—unlike any console you had ever seen. It had a small screen on the front and four controllers with wires. 

Jason leaned in closer, squinting. “Dude, it looks like something out of ancient history” You rolled your eyes in your head, it didn't look that old.

Chrissy, despite her initial hesitation, stood next to Y/N. “It kind of reminds me of a Nintendo, maybe it's an old console of the company or something?” 

“Do you think we should try it?”

Eddie grinned, always up for something reckless. “We’re already in detention. What’s the worst that could happen?”  Earning nods from everyone he took the game from your hands and plugged it in the old dusty TV that was in the corner of the room. The console buzzed to life with a low hum, and the screen flickered open, displaying the name.

“Jumanji?” 

“I've never heard of this game before”

Suddenly, the screen blinked again, showing the words “Choose your player”

“Cassian Vox, the skilled leader," Eddie said as he read the name and description of one of the characters. He pressed a button on the controller signaling he had chosen his avatar.

“Come on your turn, sweetheart” he took the second controller and handed it to you, your eyes scanning over the 3 remaining characters.

“I'll be… Kyomi, the killer of men?” Eddie laughed beside you and bumped his hips against yours. 

“My turn! I'll pick Ivy, nature expert” Chrissy chose her character excitingly.

“I'll be Professor Oberon, curvy genius” Jason laughed, “of course, I'm the genius” 

Without warning, the controllers vibrated in everyone's hands. You all exchanged nervous looks. 

“Welcome to Jumanji” The sound echoed in the basement. 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a deep, rhythmic thud filled the air.

It was slow at first—like the beat of a drum. 

Thud… Thud… Thud…

The sound reverberated through the basement, growing louder with each beat.

“What the heck is that?” Chrissy yelled over the drums beating.

You pressed your hands to your ears. The pounding wasn’t just coming from the game—it was like it was in the air, in the entire school.

“It's the game!” Jason shouted over the noise. “It’s doing something!”

Thud… Thud…

You all exchanged panicked looks as the sound grew louder, each beat shaking the ground beneath you. Chrissy's face paled, her eyes wide. “Stop this game!”

“unplug it!” Jason yelled. 

Eddie rushed forward to the cord and pulled it. For a brief second, it seemed like it was back to normal. But victory was short-lived when the game came back to life with a green explosion. 

Thud… Thud… Thud..

You felt your entire body go numb. A powerful wind whipped through the detention room, though there were no open windows.

"What's happening?!" Chrissy screamed,

“What's wrong with your hands!” Jason shouted over the drums.

“I don't- I don't know” You felt a strange pulling sensation, like something was yanking you into the console itself. Your arms were blurring into a green wave, your entire body was starting to disappear leaving the others absolutely shocked.

“What the hell!” Eddie yelled, but his voice was distant like it was coming from underwater because of how his own body was getting pulled into the game like you just had.

Both Eddie’s and Chrissy’s screams faded into the void as they were completely disappearing.

“I don't want to die!” Jason cried when his turn came.

Suddenly the room filled with noise was silent as if nobody was even there in the first place.

THUD.

You landed hard on your back, the impact knocking the breath out of your lungs. You blinked rapidly.

“What the heck?" You groaned, slowly pushing yourself up onto your elbows. The ground beneath you wasn’t the cold, tiled floor of the detention room anymore. It was soft grass?

You looked around, your eyes widening in disbelief. You weren't in the school anymore.

"Where… are we?" Chrissy’s voice was barely a whisper.

Jason and Eddie groaned, both sitting up and brushing dirt off their clothes. “Okay, what kind of joke is this!” 

You all turned facing each other but it wasn't you?

“Who are you?” Jason asked

“Who are you?” Eddie returned the question

“Who is she?” Jason ignored his question.

“Who are you guys?!” you yelled and scanned your eyes over all of them.

But nobody answered, you were all too busy noticing your new features. Your voice all sounded different, your hair and your clothes were all changed.

You looked down at yourself finally noticing the gown that you did not have on before, your hair was silky and cascading down your shoulders. Your hands were bare before and now they were dressed with fingerless gloves and some kind of golden art piece.

“What happened to my hair?!” Your eyes shot up to the voice.

The guy had short jet-black hair and was dressed in black and gold armour. He had a weapon on the side of his hip and some kind of green scarf around his shoulder down to his thigh.

“What is this!” Your eyes left the guy to scan over the girl.

Her hair was a beautiful shade of red and braided to the side, a sword accompanied her pirate-looking corset and The boots she had on were almost to her knees.

“No! No, no, no!” 

The last one remaining had a bucket hat and glasses, he looked like an amateur detective. 

“I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all.”

“I think we're in the game…” you muttered.

[milesmolasses]

I'm gonna kill you

miles morales x reader

if you don’t know what “throwing franks” means it basically means telling someone to “suck my dick” lmao

which reminds me the setting is nyc (bk)

is this what ppl call crack? idk man

"miles I'm not playin with you right now, put my water bottle down I'm thirsty!"

miles walked around the dingy restaurant, my bottle in his hand, which was waved high in the air. "you gon have to come and get it than miss smart mouth! you keep playin with me like I can't beat you up," he joked.

miles has been my best friend ever since the middle of third grade when he switched his elementary school. i remember when he was this tiny, shy kid who sat at the back of the school basement for lunchtime since our school never had a formal lunchroom. all i wanted was to make a new friend, so i walked up to the shy new boy and ate my lunch with him. we would walk home together, play at the park together, and have cute lil playdates scheduled by our mothers; ah, yes, those were the times; up until now.

"bro, my bad, just give me my water bottle my mouth is on fire, no funny shit," i had my tongue out, breathing heavily. my mom owns this restaurant, where she cooks (insert culture) dishes for the world of Brooklyn to enjoy. this space doubled as our hang-out spot, considering i would stop by every day after school for free food. my mom had served me (insert dish) with extra spice; "try something new," they said. "it'll be delicious," they said. while yes, the food was good, the new added spices had me steaming at the ears, tongue out, huffing and puffing like a damn dog.

now you may be wondering, "who the hell told you to do this?" miles. it was always miles. he knows I don't usually stray from the usual dishes that i get every time we come here, but somehow he convinced me that trying something new would be good for me. so, i let him order on my behalf; this dude ordered me (insert cultural food)… with 3x the amount of hot sauce I usually get. leading us to now...

"'my bad' is not an apology, bozo, i need to hear you say what i want you to say," he said with the biggest smile on his face. all i did was throw a frank at him, and he chose to torment me, saying, "i was disrespectful." he wants a sorry? imma give him a damn sorry.

"ok ok I'm sorry, miles please just give me the bottle," this time, my eyebrows were furrowed and i made sure to put my acting skills to the test. miles gave me a worried look, scared that he actually went too far this time in his games. he gave me back the water bottle and came closer to me, examining my face to see if i was ok.

"yo, you good? I'm sorry i didn't know it was that deep. here you go drink this," he looked so sorry. he looked like he really regretted what he did to me, it almost made me feel bad for what i was about to say to him.

almost...

"yeah, it was that deep... deep in ya momma!" i watched as miles face slowly converted from looking worried to "what did this bitch just say to me?" i started to run out of the store as fast as i could, chugging the water down my throat with my mouth still on fire. miles was definitely faster than me, so i decided to hide somewhere, anywhere.

i turned the corner, body jerking forward so fast i almost fell face first into the concrete. i caught myself on my hands just in time as i kept my momentum and ran down the block. i looked behind me and he was literally right there in arms reach of me literally, reaching his arm out to grab me. i grabbed the door handle of an unknown store and stumbled into it.

there i could see several women and young girls look up from what ever they were doing to look at me. just as they were looking at me, miles ran in the store and came to an abrupt stop. great now even more people were staring; it was then i realized all the assortments of nail polish laid out neatly on different shelves. oh my god it was a nail salon. miles looked down at me with eyes wide open and a look on his face that screamed "oh hell nah." a lady from the front desk with a slim figure and a headwrap, came up to us and pulled us to the side.

"I'm sorry, you cant just run into this store and be rowdy. we have customers to attend to and they don't need disturbances." i looked up at miles to see him already responding to the lady with prayer hands, "I an so sorry about my friend here please forgive them, sometimes they're a bit hard to control. i think we'll be leaving now, once again, so sorry," he responded whilst dragging me by the shirt to leave the salon. once we were on the side walk again, i busted out laughing so hard, i had to hunch over and close my eyes to keep tears from falling out.

miles gave me the biggest side eye known to man as i laughed in the middle of the street, looking around for people possibly staring at us.

"i swear to god I'm gonna kill you when i get to your house."

this was fun to write lmao

I was really just writing anything that came to mind

I did this once after 7th grade in the summer with some friends so that’s what I based this on

[luza-wayne]

no one knows.

Suna Rintarou x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: This one's from my FB acc. Liked it, so posted it here too. Have a good day everyone! <;33

He's there.

As usual, he has droopy eyes that seem like he's always sleepy and tired.

But, who knows if he really is? 

It's lunch and of course, he's sitting in the cafeteria with one of the Miya's, Osamu and their other classmates.

He uses his phone in one hand and the other holding the chopsticks, lazily feeding himself, while he scrolls at something on the gadget.

It seems like he found something interesting that he called for his friends' attention and showed them his phone. They all laughed together.

Despite his appearance, he's very friendly. Not the type that befriends everyone he crosses paths with, but the one that will accompany and joke around with you, once he gets comfortable with you.

I wonder if I can get close to him too— That's... impossible. I can't even talk to him! Let alone tell my friends that I like him!

I gotta keep it a secret for now.

The bell rings and it's time to go back to your room. Meaning, it's also time for him to go back.

NOO!

Lunchtime is too fast!

I wanna see Suna more! 

“(Y/n)? 'Ya okay?” Your friend asked, interrupting your train of thoughts.

Oh, shoot. That's right. I gotta keep it a secret for now, but I need to improve my relationship with Suna too! 

“Yeah! Sorry, I'm going to Sun— I mean, our room first!” You said and gave the cafeteria's tray back and slowly walked to his room's direction.

I'm going to peek at him before I go back to my room. I want some inspiration to get through this day! 

As you disappeared from the corner looking so determined, your friends looked at each other.

“Hey, about her crush on Suna…” One of your friends spoke. “How long are we supposed to act like we don't know it?” 

“Seems like she plans to tell us about it, let's just wait for her.” Another said and took the last spoonful of her meal and the rest let out a sigh in sync. “Hm?” 

“Just so 'ya know, I'm dying to tease her about her crush.” She replied as they headed to return to your guy's room.

“‘Ya know she'd die of embarrassment if 'ya tell her how she's trying her hardest to keep it a secret, when her actions speak for itself, haha.” 

“Okay, then once she admits about it, let's drag her in front of Suna!” They said and laughed. 

Eeek—! Huh? What's that?

“I just felt shivers down my spine. What's that?” You looked around and let out a relieved sigh when you thought that it was just the wind.

Before you walk through the aisle, you make sure to primp your hair and uniform.

You held your hair and placed it behind your ears, you peaked just above your hand trying to hide that you were actually looking. You immediately looked at where his seat was as soon as you passed by their door.

You see him sitting by the window, laughing with his friends again, behind him is Osamu eating onigiri.

Ugh! His faint smile! He looks so dreamy! 

Ah, shit. That's too much.

I should look away, gazing at him for too long is bad for my heart. His fineness is an overkill. He's a god sent.

I've done my mission. I gotta go back to my classroom, but I'll wash my face first. He's too hot, I think I'm sweating.

Gotta hurry, gotta hurry~ 

As soon as you passed their room, you skipped your way to the closest restroom.

Osamu looked at where you disappeared to the hallway. He finished his food first and drank his milk.

“Hey Suna,” He called to his friend.

Suna turned his head sideways, just the right amount to see the guy behind him over his shoulder. His previous chatmates went back to their respective chairs and he's just scrolling through his phone.

“So, about 'yer little admirer…” 

The middle blocker's lips immediately formed a smile.

“What? Cute, isn't she?” He answered and continued scrolling on his phone.

“‘Yer liking it, don't 'ya?” Osamu sighed as he wiped his hands with a tissue.

“What? You jealous?” Suna asks with a clear intention of pissing off the guy behind him. “I mean, I understand. Every guy probably wants to be in my position right now. Like come on, it’s (Y/n).”

“Anyways, I'm amazed how she firmly and made herself believe that no one knows about how she feels. I heard she does well in academics, but I guess it's not the same with love, seeing how she's acting. Well, I do think it's cute.” It must've been wrongly worded and maybe he didn't execute it the way he intended, that right now he can see how Suna's eyes looked at him in an icy yet deadly way.

“Don't 'ya worry. I'm not interested.” Osamu clarified and placed his elbow on the table and rested his cheeks on his palm. Hearing it, Suna's face somehow calmed down and went back to his phone.

“So? When will 'ya confess to her?” He asked lazily.

“What?” Suna asked Osamu, shock evident on his face.

“Huh? What?” The gray-haired twin asked.

“Am I that obvious? Even though I'm hiding it?” Suna put a hand above his mouth.

Gosh, they're the same. Osamu thought.

“Yes, 'ya were that obvious and I've never, even once, saw 'ya tried to hide it. Also, 'ya have an album in 'yer gallery full of pictures of her pictures from her social media. If I were her I'd be creeped out. 'Ya should ask for her permission first.” Osamu cracked out with an unamused look.

“You're right— Wait! Why do you know that?”

“When I was deleting the video of me doing dumb shits. I happened to look at it, though, I left 'Tsumu's, I only deleted mine.” He explained.

“Seems like I need to change my passcode,” Suna said and immediately went to his settings. 

“So, when?” Osamu once again questioned.

“Hm... Who knows? Maybe once she finally approaches me. She's always running away whenever she spots me walking towards where she is. If I try to approach her, she'll probably just run off as always.” Suna answered and finished changing his password.

“I wonder when that will be.” Osamu said and at the same time the door opened and their teacher came in.

•••

“It's finished!” Your friend shouted in joy as soon as your last subject teacher walked out of the door.

“My brain's fried.” The other one said and slumped on her desk, but then stood up as fast. “Let's do something fun!” She suggested. 

“Sounds nice.” You agreed and finished packing your things.

“Let's go, let's go! Let's decide what to do while walking.” Your friend said as she pulled you and your other friend out of your room.

While walking to the shoe locker, you reached for your phone and saw if you had any messages unread.

“(Y/n), what do you suggest?” She asked.

“Mhm.” You answered absentmindedly, being so focused on your phone.

“What?” Your friend asked if you were really listening.

“Yeah.”

Your two friends looked at each other and both grew a mischievous grin on their lips.

“Am I beautiful?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too, right?”

“Of course.”

“Then, do you like Suna?”

“I do. I want to get close to him, but I get too nervous and can't speak— HMM?!” You shot your head, looking back and forth between them.

“No— I— I was just kiddi—” 

They put a finger on your lips to shush you.

“If that's your problem, then we'll solve it for you.” They said, nodding to each other. 

“Wha—!?” 

You weren't able to finish it, as they wrapped their arms on both of yours. They dragged you with all their might. You tried to fight it, asking them what their plans were but they won't answer nor budge. When you reached the shoe locker, you felt their arms loosen, your lips formed a smile, thinking they're done, but oh were you wrong.

“Ouch!” You yelped when they suddenly pushed you and your back hit someone. 

“What are you two doing?! Sorry, sorry!” You apologized to the person, bowing. You looked back at your friends without even batting an eye on the person you bumped into.

“SORRY! BUT, WE'RE NOT REALLY SORRY!” Your friend shouted as they ran away.

“I THINK YOU'LL EVEN THANK US FOR THAT!” The other one said.

“Huh? What are you talking about?!” You asked them with a slightly higher voice since they're getting farther.

“SUNA! (Y/N) SAID SHE LIKES YOU! HAHAHAHA!” The two said together in chorus and then hid from your vision.

Huh?

Huh??

HUH?!? 

SUNA?! YOU MEAN THAT SUNA RINTAROU?!

THIS GUY BEHIND ME?! THE ONE I BUMPED INTO?! NO WONDER HE SMELLS GOOD! WAIT- NO!

Wait, wait, wait... (Y/n), let's calm down. Maybe they're just joking... maybe they're just joking... maybe they were—

“THEY WEREN'T JOKING!” You spouted when you turned around and saw Suna looking at you with shoes in his hand. 

You put your hands in your face, hiding the redness of it from who knows where it came from. 

Excitement because he's in front of you? Embarrassment because of how your friends threw you onto him? Or maybe it's because of how close he is? Well, all in all, he's connected to all the reasons. 

“Hey.” He greeted and continued to put away his indoor shoes.

You peeked through your fingers to look at him, when he met your eyes, you immediately buried your face deeper, if possible, in your palms.

“Why are you hiding your face?” He asked casually.

You shook your head vigorously as if your life depends on it. 

“Hm... Okay.” He replied and it was followed by silence between the two of you. Only the sounds of the other students making, chattering and laughing and some were even looking at you two, thanks to your friends making a scene and you just standing there with your hands on your face.

What is this awkwardness?!

Should I talk about something? No! Impossible! I'm too nervous to speak!

But, he's not making any noise either. Wait. Is he still there in the first place? 

You slowly parted your fingers again and opened your eyes. 

“Oh shit!” You cursed out of surprise.

He's still there! And, he's just looking at me! What should I do?! 

That's right. I should just run away!

I can't face him right now!

You then turned around and directed your feet where your friends disappeared and were still hiding there.

Sorry, my dear friends, but for now ABORT MISSION—! 

As soon as Suna noticed you moving, he immediately thought of exactly what you were thinking. He held your wrist tight enough to not let you slip off of his hand.

“Running away? You can’t.” He predicted. You were pulled back by it but tried your best not to bump into him again. You've done your utmost not to look up at him. Why? You'd faint.

NO! MY CHANCE OF ESCAPE!

“Um... Sorry, but... go… my hands…” Damnit! My voice is betraying me!

I need to get out of here!

“Hey, about what your friends said…” You've widened your eyes at what he said.

NO! I've even tried my best not to make anyone notice! Damn messages! 

But, I'm already here. There's no way I can escape from this anymore. 

You took one deep breath, deeper than any sea in the world. You held his wrist, the one holding you, with your free hand and squeezed it lightly.

“Sorry, but I think I like you, Suna.” You finally confessed after mustering up all the courage in your body.

Another silence from him followed you.

Ugh... Is this where I'd get rejected? 

And then he chuckled.

I knew it! I'd get rejected! Should I tell him it's just a joke?

You shut your eyes tightly but then felt a finger on your chin. You opened your eyes and felt Suna's thumb just below your lips.

And finally, after how many minutes... You finally looked at his face.

Even though the thought of getting rejected was just in your mind earlier, looking at him now, you don't even care if he'll trample over your feelings.

His grayish-yellow eyes… His combed down hair… His posture that sometimes kills you… It’s all making you go crazy over him.

“I knew it.... Suna, I really do like you.” You muttered softly staring right into his eyes.

His lips formed a smile.

He pulled your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles.

“Yeah, I know.” He chuckled.

hope you liked it!

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[three--rings]

So this whole Trump Racist Conspiracy on Immigrants Eating Pets thing...

It's the oldest smelliest Racist Uncle At Thanksgiving Shit. It doesn't matter the race or the location or the time period, people are accusing them of eating cats and dogs.

So, a personal story.

About 18 years ago I was working as a social worker and one day I was sent to a different county to help out in a public mental health clinic in a rural town that I normally didn't go to.

And lunchtime came around and the local workers were like, let's go each lunch. And there were not a lot of places to eat in this town. Like a McDonald's, a subway, and idk a few local places. They said we can go to the chinese buffet and me and my coworker were like cool let's go. And the psychiatrist there that day said he would go to lunch with us and treat us. Excellent!

So we go to this little chinese place and it's not, like, great. It's mediocre chinese all-you-can-eat buffet in a town with a dearth of asian people, yunno? But it's fine. It's edible. And we're all sitting there eating and we notice, hey, the psychiatrist doesn't have any food.

"Not eating lunch?" someone asks him.

"I don't eat Chinese food," he says.

"Oh?" Puzzled looks all around, like...this is a pretty weird statement, considering regardless of dietary concerns it's pretty easy to find something to eat, you know.

"No. You never know what that meat is," he says with confidence, with the air of someone older and wiser letting the young folks in on a secret. This man is probably late 60s, retired from normal practice. White, obviously, with a strong Texas accent (that pegs him as rural).

Silence and looks around the table. Nervous laughter. "Uh, what do you mean?"

"I mean I bet there no stray cats on the streets around here."

Longer silence as what this man is saying sinks in. Finally, my coworker, a black man who doesn't put up with much, says, "let me get this straight...you think we're eating cat right now?"

The doctor shrugs. "How do you know you're not?"

"You think it's easier for this restaurant to go catch cats and use them in the food than buying something at a store?"

More shrugging. Then he doubles down. "Hey I used to work in The Valley [the Rio Grande Valley, along the border with Mexico, an area with high poverty and like 90% hispanic] and I'll just tell you that there are no stray dogs down there."

Raised eyebrows and the looking down at your plates that happens when Racist Uncle starts going off. My coworker continues to challenge him a little, "No dogs. You looked everywhere..." etc.

You have to understand the power dynamics at play too. A psychiatrist in public mental health is the VERY TOP of the hierarchy. It's so hard to get a psychiatrist to come to the middle of nowhere and practice in shit conditions for shit (relative) pay. You don't usually get the best. So you have to treat them like royalty. What they says goes. They are treated with such deference. So we really were just in this situation of like...what the fuck do you do. Don't Piss Off The Doctor is a big rule. (I was really lucky that the clinic I usually worked at had a good young doctor out of Austin, who was bilingual and like...quirky? Always late? But provided good care.)

I did later find out this doctor had a reputation of the "don't be a female and find yourself alone with him" variety. Some people had been moved offices because they refused to work with him. But like, finding a replacement for him was virtually impossible.

Anyway, so that was the first time I had someone to my face talk about all the immigrants eating cats and dogs. And it wasn't even one of my patients! I heard a lot of shit at that job but never anything as blatantly racist as what that psychiatrist said. (Sexist? homophobic? okay yeah)

[diabolikk-loverss23]

Breaking your leg pt. 2 with Mukamis

♧ RUKI ♧

-"Really livestock?"

-He takes care of you at least... because he sees you as an animal

-He secretly loves taking care of you though 😗

You were walking down the stairs at school when you twisted your ankle at the last step. "Ow..sh- wait.. Ruki I think I twisted it.." Ruki stopped and looked at you with his piercing glare, "Really livestock... you can't even go down the stairs?" You blushed in embarrassment, "I'm sorry-" Ruki cut you off. "If you want my help, then you should ask your master for it, right?" Your whole face turned red and the pain in your ankle was suddenly not on your mind at the moment. You tried to answer, but your flusteredness was affecting your speech. "Well livestock?" Looking at the floor, you quietly said "Please help me m-master..." A sly smirk crossed his face as he effortlessly picked you up and headed to the limo. You were extremely flushed from the looks you were getting from the others.

♧ KOU ♧

-"My poor little kitten!!!"

-"I'll take care of you if you take care of me...."

-definately babies you.

It was lunchtime at school, and Kou had his entourage around him as usual. You kept your distance because they had some weird claim over him. Anyways, as you were walking past his table, one of them tripped you, causing you to fall on the floor covered in your lunch. Panic filled your body when you realized you couldn't get back up. Pushing his fangirls away, Kou arose and had fake worry written his face. "Oh no~ my poor little kitten! Are you okay?" Your face twisted in pain as you looked at your swollen ankle, "Y-yeah.. I think I just twisted it.." Kou let his mask drop a little before picking you up like you weighed nothing. "I'll be back, my little kittens! I have to get the clumsy cutie to the nurses' office!" As he was walking away, you looked over his shoulder at the disappointed girls starting up random gossip. He was humming softly as he carried you through the corridor to the nurses' room. "Kou, you didn't have to do that..." Placing you on the little gray table, he laughed, "Oh, don't worry, little maso-kitty~ I'll make sure you repay me~" You noticed his sweet smile turned to a sadistic one as he leaned in and bit your shoulder.

♧YUMA♧

- Laughs his ass off

-"Hahaha little pig stop your squealing... this is what happens when you're this weak."

- didn't even help you right away... he went to get his sugar cubes so he could have a snack and a show..

Helping Yuma in his garden was something you did regularly. Whether that'd be watering the plants, pruning the leaves, or digging holes; you still loved helping all the same. On rare occasions, he'd even reward you for your hard work. However, this particular time, your clumsiness got the best of you when you tripped over a pot in his green house. You hesitantly called out Yuma's name to no avail... so you did the next best thing. Crawled. You crawled all the way to the middle of the garden and stopped to take a breather. You looked over and saw Yuma's polished shoe in front of you. Trailing your gaze upward, you saw Yuma looking down at you with the biggest grin on his face as he popped another sugar cube in his mouth. "Poor little piggy... I heard you sqeaul earlier hehe.. what happened?" You embarrassingly fiddled with a leaf on the ground before mumbling out how you tripped over a pot. That sent him over the edge. He started laughing so hard at you that he nearly choked on a cube he had in his mouth. "Shit, little pig, how weak and stupid are you? Hahahaha-" You knew not to let his words get to you, but for some reason, they did sting this time.. "C-can you just help me out, please..." This wasn't good... you felt tears pricking at your cheeks, and the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him. Yuma stopped when he heard your quiet sniffle. He knealed down and placed his cool hand on your face, lifting it up to look at him. He had an amused smirk written on his face as he wiped off one of your tears. "I almost feel sorry for you, piggy. Say ahhh~" You were humiliated, but you did what he said nonetheless. He popped a sugar cube in your mouth before leaning in and giving you a kiss. The sugar cube melted between the heat of your kiss. He pulled away and then picked you up. "Consider that a reward for calling for your master to help you~ Now let's get you all fixed up."

♧AZUSA♧

-"oh... no, are you... hurt? Did... the pain feel... good?"

-"Hurt me... too..."

-helps you but wants you to take out some of the pain on him as well.

Azusa was practically glued to you, and you didn't really mind... until you tripped over his foot from him being too close on the stairs. Falling down at least six steps, you landed directly on your leg and heard the most sicking crack ring through the silence. You immediately let out the most blood-curdling scream as you held your leg. Azusa looked down and saw your swollen leg. He ran his hand over it, "Wow. .. eve... it's burning... up..." You whimpered slightly at his touch, "Azu.. can you help me please -" It felt hard to breathe from the pain of your fall; the muscles in your leg were on fire. "Of course... eve.. any... thing for you..." Surprisingly, he was able to pick you up and carry you to Ruki's room so they could take you to the hospital. "Eve...? Do you... think you can hurt me.. like that... too?" He looked down at your face with puppy dog eyes only to see you passed out from the pain. Turns out you broke your leg in 3 places. Incredible.

[sauriansolutions]

Here's a little snippet thing to get myself started at having a blog with, like, content.

I was inspired by the absolute silliness that is the class of TWST item called "Secret Snacks." I just adore the concept that you can boost your friendship with game characters by, apparently, stealthily feeding them illegal snacks during class?

All my (excessive number of) Jade cards have full vignettes *cries* but I just want to keep feeding him forever... help...

"Secret Snacks"

You are sitting next to J.ade in class before lunch. You can hear his stomach growling and whining every few minutes. 

You occasionally catch him frowning down at himself after a particularly egregious rumble, like he's trying to scold his belly into silence. You can't help but let out a quiet giggle at his stern expression, and Jade, realizing he's been perceived, shoots you a sheepish grin.

"So sorry," he mouths, sotto voce.

You reassure him that it's alright. 

Towards the end of class, you notice Jade reaching down to fold one arm around his middle. His stomach's complaints have gotten quieter, but they've also become more frequent, to the point that the gurgles have become a near-constant background noise. 

As you watch, Jade looks up to check the clock for the umpteenth time, then sighs quietly and slumps forward a bit in his chair, lips pressed tightly together in a disappointed pout. You look up, too, and note that here's still about fifteen minutes before lunchtime.

Poor Jade. Since agreeing to switch seats with Leona (who wanted a spot behind the tall student so the professor couldn't see him as well), you've noticed that Jade gets distractingly hungry like this every day, around the same time. 

Jade is usually perfectly attentive and studious during class. But you've heard he also has, what he terms, "poor fuel efficiency. So, you guess that this is around the time his energy reserves from breakfast are nearly depleted. 

His empty, grumbling stomach clearly makes the mer student unhappy and fidgety, shifting in his seat, shuffling papers aimlessly, or doodling in the margins of his notebook. 

You've seen Jade's actual sketchbook, so you know the eel is quite artistically talented. But, humorously enough, as lunchtime draws near, Jade's sketches seem to inevitably devolve from nearly-photorealistic drawings of mushrooms, trees, and plants, to simplistic and almost cartoony renderings of his favorite foods. 

Octopus dishes, you couldn't help but notice, feature prominently. 

You've even caught Jade gnawing on the decorative filigree around the edges of his magestone pen, once or twice. Thankfully, the pens are apparently spelled to be highly durable and shatter-proof. Still, the grinding sound of Jade's razorblade teeth on stone or metal makes you wince every time you hear it. 

Jade, now nearly drooling, is putting the finishing touches on a drawing of what appears to be a steaming plate of grilled octopus. 

... Not for the first time, you find yourself wishing you had something to feed Jade. 

Students technically aren't allowed to bring food into the classroom, but you've seen your fellow classmates covertly munching on candies, meal bars, and the like enough times during class, that you feel like sneaking in a snack or two couldn't be *that* big of a deal. 

Maybe tomorrow, you think, you'll slip Jade one of those packets of barbecue-flavored dried squid that are on sale right now at the Mystery Shop. 

Smiling, you jot down a quick reminder to yourself in your planner. Next to it, you draw a little cartoon eel. You give it a big, toothy smile, and add lots of cute little sparkles in its eyes. 

Satisfied with your work, you close your planner and wait for the bell to ring. 

Classes have been getting increasingly more difficult, as midterms are approaching. 

But now, you think, you have at least one reason to look forward to tomorrow's lesson.

[catamano]

11:47am - Georgia

Lunchtime. The best and worst time of day. Forty-five minutes of freedom but the halls and cafeteria are jam packed with people. I’m the last one out of bio as I make my way into the hall. I don’t feel like eating with anyone today. My mood hasn’t improved very much since this morning, especially since I was pulled aside after math class. Is everything okay, Georgia? You’ve been late a lot. I said yes and told her I’d do my best not to let it happen again. I asked her about extra credit or test corrections and she said we’d talk Tuesday.

Laughter echoes through the hall as I pass by three girls that I don’t know. They’re probably seniors. I’m the only freshman that has a locker with the seniors. I have no idea why. It’s the best spot in the school so I guess I just got lucky.

“Georgia, hey!” I look up and see Parker standing right in front of my locker. She’s dressed in a black turtleneck and denim skirt. Both mine. How many things of mine does she have? Whatever. I’m just surprised to see her not having lunch with her boyfriend. 

“Hey,” I say quietly. I’ve been pretty annoyed with her lately. She’s blown me off for three straight weekends and has yet to come to one of my games. I promise I’ll come to the next one! 

“Where were you this morning?” she asks, glancing at her phone. She’s been so absorbed in her own thing, I’m surprised she even realized I wasn’t here.

“Late,” I dryly reply. I manage to get my locker open on the first try. Nice. The lock is not great so usually it takes a few tries.

“Why?” She’s staring at me now.

“I lost track of time,” I answer. Partly a lie, but I don’t care. I unzip my front backpack pocket and grab my ID before quickly shutting my locker.

“Do you want to get lunch?” Weird question. A month ago lunch together was always implied.

“Sure.” I shrug. I guess lunch with Parker is fine. Maybe we can catch up.

We silently start walking down the hall in the direction of the cafeteria. This is so awkward. We’ve known each other for almost ten years and we’re acting like strangers. We used to tell each other everything, now I feel like we barely know each other. We haven’t been talking too much outside of school. Every time I text her and ask how she is, she sends a ton of messages, usually relating to her boyfriend. As soon as I try to talk anything related to me, she stops replying. I’m kind of sick of it.

“So,” she pauses, smiling, “do you want to see a picture my homecoming dress?” 

“You got a dress?” I ask. We were supposed to go shopping together.

“Yeah, last weekend, Michael’s sister invited me to go with her and her friends,” she tells me.

“Seriously?” I feel my eyes start to narrow. She told me she had to do something with her mom last weekend. Whatever.

“What?” Is she seriously clueless? I stop walking. I don’t feel like having lunch with her anymore.

“We were supposed to go together,” I remind her. It’s funny that she can blow me off for three weekends but still wear my clothes to school.

“Yeah, but I’m sure your mom already ordered you one, didn’t she?” When I graduated middle school, Mom ordered me a dress for the ceremony. Parker has not stopped giving me a hard time about it.

“No.”

“Oh, well, I can come with you and help pick out yours!” she offers. That’s not the same thing and she knows it.

“It’s fine,” I say, “I’ll just go with someone else.” Mom has asked me to go twice and I’ve told her no because I was waiting for Parker. After this morning, I don’t feel like shopping with Mom. Maybe I’ll ask Weiss or Sasha.

[daydream-cement]

Violet and Rose Ch. 28

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: Thank you all for coming on this journey with me. I love these two dorks so much and will always be thankful for the community and platform they led me to. I hope you all can enjoy the finale <3

This wasn’t how you planned it. Larissa was supposed to be here for this, but the next 24 hours were going to be hell without her. 

The dull ache in your lower abdomen started around lunchtime, but you were sure it was just soreness. Larissa’s mother had spent a half hour detailing the woes of childbirth, leading you to the belief that you would simply wait to give birth for Larissa to return home from her work trip. You completely understood your irrational thought process, but you simply weren’t ready. Now, by the end of the school day, the dull ache had sharpened enough to make you hold your breath as they washed over you. From what the obstetrician told you, false labor wasn’t uncommon but these contractions were coming at regular intervals. These twins were coming whether you wanted it to happen or not. 

The last of your students filed from the classroom when you pulled your phone from your desk drawer. There was a text from Larissa asking how your day was and instead of replying over text, you chose to call her. 

She answered immediately, but her voice was hushed. She must have been in a meeting, “Is everything okay?”

“Define okay.” Your joke didn’t land with her. As your pregnancy progressed, Larissa always seemed to answer the phone with concern like you were calling with the worst news possible. When she doesn't respond to your quip, you reveal the news, “I think I’m going into labor.”

There was a pause on Larissa’s end, a door shut, and finally she spoke once more, “How far apart are the contractions?”

“Ten minutes or so... I stopped tracking the length. I was in class.” This was a small lie. They were about 7-8 minutes apart, but rounding up would put Larissa’s mind at ease. You knew to head to the hospital when they hit five minutes, “I have time, but not much.”

“You need to call my mom.” You could picture Larissa as she spoke. She was pacing already, her nondominant arm folded across her middle as her right held the phone against her ear. Larissa would be fretting until she was next to you once more, but she wouldn’t let you hear it in her voice. 

“No. I can’t. Larissa she spent-” You cut your sentence short when a contraction tears through you. You choked down the groan of pain, not wanting Larissa to hear. Through deep breaths, you continue your thought, “She spent... all last night talking about... how miserable childbirth was... I don’t want her there. I want you.”

“Well, we don’t really have an option do we? Come on, Fern.” Larissa shook her head, knowing she couldn’t offer you the solution you so desperately wanted. 

You think back on the past few days. Chris was more of a dragon queen than usual. There was a Facebook post about an impromptu class reunion and her mood had been bleak since reading about it, “You haven’t spent the last few days with her. She has been in this terrible mood since she found out about her class reunion.” 

“Picture that and multiply it by eighteen years and you have my childhood. Now, call her. Call someone, anyone. You need to go to the hospital soon. I’m leaving now.” Larissa was entirely exasperated by your behavior. Her anxiety had been through the roof about you and your pregnancy for months, and it was just her luck that she would be out of town when you gave birth, “I need to get my things from the hotel and I’ll get home as quickly as I can. I can be there in a couple hours if I somehow find a flight, but otherwise I might not be there until late tonight.”

You knew it was wrong to whine, but all you wanted was her to be with you, “Larissa...”

“I know. I know, but it’s the best I can do.” Larissa’s fingers pinched the bridge of her nose. She was entirely helpless and she wanted to be with you as desperately as you wanted her. Nothing could ever go as planned for the two of you. Larissa’s next suggestion was possibly just as worse as Christine taking you to the hospital, “Call Rowan. She will take you.”

“I can’t-” 

You begin to argue, but can’t get more than a couple words out before Larissa interrupts. Her tone was the same she used on stubborn, misbehaving students, “Don’t argue. You need to go to the hospital. Call Rowan and I’ll call my mother.”

“Larissa... I’m scared.” You wanted the impossible from her. In that moment, you wished she had teleportation powers rather than shapeshifting. Every cell in your being wanted to be irrational and stubborn, to sit in your desk chair until Larissa arrived home, but this wasn’t about you anymore. It was about the twins. 

“I know. I am too, but we will get through this... together.” 

“Okay... I love you.”

“I love you too. See you soon.”

You battled yourself as you navigated to Rowan’s contact. It had been months since you last saw her let alone spoken to her. Larissa had been keeping her updated on the pregnancy without your knowledge as she believed there was still the opportunity for reconciliation between the two of you. The phone rings twice before Rowan answers and before she can get a word out, you begin speaking, “Rowan... Rowan, are you there?”

“Yes, I’m here. What do you want?” You expected her tone to be colder and twinged with anger and resentment, but Rowan only sounded dejected. 

Rather than dwell on her sadness, you jump into your reason for calling before she has time to reject you all together. You didn’t intend for your voice to sound so fearful, but there was no hiding the panic rising within you, “I-I need someone to take me to the hospital. Larissa is gone.” 

“I’ll be right there!” You could hear her rising from wherever she was sitting, immediately jumping into action to come to your aid. The familiar jingle of her keys came from her end of the phone and you couldn’t help but smile in relief, “Are you at school or at home?”

“My classroom.” 

“Okay, I’m coming down right now. Don’t move.” Rowan urged as she passed through her front door. You heard it slam behind her right before she hung up. Rowan had sprinted down to your classroom, sliding across the tile floors as she turned corners. When Rowan arrived in your classroom, she didn’t mention the fight nor did she attempt to make idle small talk. Like nothing had happened at all, she offered docile words of encouragement and ignored the pain from your vice-like grip on her hand. 

The contractions grew closer together and in some ways you were grateful for the pain as it meant you wouldn’t have to talk to Rowan. What were you supposed to say to your former best friend? She had chosen Marilyn over your friendship. You found there was nothing left to say. Regardless of how you held a grudge, Rowan drove you to the hospital, her right hand gripping yours as she drove. Time moved by in a blur because you were so focused on the increasing pain of contractions. 

By the time you made your way in the sliding doors of the hospital, Chris was wildly yelling at the front desk attendant about letting her in to see her daughter-in-law, “I don’t care. I don’t care! I want to see her immediately.”

In typical Christine fashion, she hadn’t been listening to a word of what was being said to her. The woman at the front desk was trying to tell her there was no Fern Rogers currently admitted. Mid rampage, Chris turns and sees you, beginning a new argument to why they weren’t helping you. She was thoroughly unembarrassed by her ridiculous behavior, but you were grateful to have someone who would advocate for you. 

Rowan helped you until Chris moved to your side, from there the vampire waited awkwardly. Once they were ready to take you back to your hospital room, Rowan shifted to come with you, but Chris’s protective glare had the vampire bid you farewell, “You are in good hands. I’ll see you when it's all said and done.”

There seemed to be so much going on between the increasing frequency of contractions, Chris’s insane behavior, and nurses speaking to you. You felt it was in your best interest to block out most of it and just think of the words coming from the medical professionals. The contractions were longer and harsher and you longed for the experience to be over.

Once in the hospital bed, Christine loomed at your side, gripping your hand harder than you held hers. You were happy to have her there for you, but you would kill to have Larissa or your own mother there in her place. She had made a promise to Larissa that she would watch over you and care for you in her absence. While she was entirely overbearing at some points, she was determined not to fail her daughter in keeping this promise while you gave birth. Her voice was filled with a sweetness you had never experienced from her before, “You are doing wonderfully. I’m so proud of you.”

There was so much going on around you. After all the personal research and discussion with your obstetrician, you felt as though you had forgotten everything you had prepared yourself for. Your eyes were closed when you heard your doctor speaking to you, “Okay, Fern... It’s time for you to start pushing.” 

“No, no, no, I can’t. Larissa isn’t here.” You weren’t pleading with your doctor. Instead, you were looking up to Chris, hoping she would have the power to pause this moment until Larissa could be here. 

Chris brought a hand to your cheek, wiping the hair from your face, “You don’t have a choice, dear. It’s time.”

------

Chris was gone when you had awoken from your short nap causing you to furrow your brow at the absence of anyone’s company. Soon, you heard her voice clearly through the hallway, accompanied by the most relieving voice of all: Larissa. 

“I missed it? I missed everything?” The heartbreak in Larissa’s voice was evident. She had come straight to the hospital, still in the same clothes she had been wearing when she spoke to you on the phone. While she would never make it known, Larissa was dead on her feet. From the day she left, she had only been able to sleep a couple hours each night, her insomnia derived from being apart from you and the anxiety of you giving birth.  

“It’s okay. The girls are fine, Fern is fine. You’re here now.” Christine enveloped her daughter into a hug, her typical critical tone was completely absent. Larissa was shocked by her mother’s tenderness, but accepted the hug readily. 

You couldn’t make out Larissa’s words, but her voice rang out with a soft sob, “She’ll never forgive me for being gone. What kind of mother am I?”

Chris gave Larissa a final squeeze, rubbing her back in effort to have her calm down. Rarely did Chris ever offer Larissa physical affection and this would be a moment for Larissa to remember forever. Christine spoke quietly, “A wonderful one. Now go in there and be with her.”

You were wide awake and watching the doorway to your hospital room when Larissa finally appeared in the doorway. Holding out a hand to her, you beckoned for her to come to your bedside, beginning to speak before she could apologize profusely, “Two healthy babies. They say Vi is having some trouble breathing but it’s nothing they haven’t seen before and Thea is strong as an ox.”

“And you?” Larissa took a seat on the edge of the bed, taking your hand in hers. She pulled your hand to her lips and began pressing kisses to your fingers as her own form of silent apology. You looked her over, taking into account the winkles in her dress, fly aways in her typically perfect updo, and the absence of makeup on her face. You debated on urging her to go home and rest, but you knew that would be a fruitless argument. 

“Tired.” You hum, grasping the fabric of her jacket in your free hand just to feel the fabric. Her absence over the past few days had been unbearable and you longed for her proximity. Larissa leaned in closer, resting her head on her shoulder to observe your current state. 

Larissa released a breathy laugh, unable to help the tears in her eyes as she brushed some of the stray hairs from your forehead, “I bet.”

“I’m not mad at you. I promise.” You urge, wanting to premise this fact before Larissa could ruminate on it any longer. Giving her hand a squeeze, you begin to tease her a bit, just to lift the moment, “Just... don’t miss the big stuff like birthdays and Christmas.”

“I can do that.” Larissa laughed once more, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. 

You had begun to regale Larissa with the story of Rowan picking you up, her mother verbally assaulting hospital workers, and promptly informing her you weren’t interested in giving birth ever again. Larissa wore a teary eyed smile through the entire story, partially due to the sadness of not being there through it and partially due to the humor of it all. The moment was broken up by a nurse entering the room with the tiny, swaddled Althea. Already having the opportunity to have held Thea, you nodded at Larissa to take the child from the nurse. Your heart ached because it felt so full. Watching Larissa hold little Althea was the one thing you needed in that moment. After all you had been through in the past twelve hours, that sight made it all worth it. 

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“Oh, mom, they are absolutely beautiful.” You smile at your mother through Facetime, filling her in on the past day of having both the twins finally at home. While you were exhausted, you couldn’t stop smiling and neither could your mother. Their flight leaves later today for them to finally meet their grandbabies. 

“Larissa and I spoke and Violet is the spitting image of you as a baby.” Diane chimed in. Minutes before the Facetime with your mother, Diane had just gotten off the phone with Larissa, calling her first so she could get a peek at what she was really interested in: the girls. You wouldn’t have been surprised if she had taken screenshots and already had those pictures printed for herself and all of the other relatives. 

“Christine says neither of them look like Larissa, but Stephen says Althea looks like her. I don’t know who to believe.” Your words make your mother laugh. In the nicest way possible, the dysfunctional nature of Larissa’s family had always amused Diane as she was unable to understand why they all fought so much. 

“Send me some baby pictures of Larissa and I’ll settle the debate.”

“Oh, I know you will, mom. Larissa told me-” A gentle rapping came from the doorway to Larissa and your bedroom pulled you from your conversation. You glance up to see Rowan, hands nervously shoved into her pockets as she bites at the inside of her cheek. Without glancing at your phone, you speak quickly to your mother, ending the call, “I’m sorry, ma. Rowan is here. I have to go. Love you!”

“Sounds good, honey. Love you! I’ll see you tonight.” Diane makes kissing noises at the phone before hanging up, leaving you and Rowan alone together. 

Before she could get a word out, you speak first, “Ready to talk about it?” 

She nods and you gesture for her to join you in bed. After the events at the hospital and ample time apart, you were ready to put this issue to rest. You wanted your best friend back. 

Rowan sits at the end of the bed, knees to her chest as she leans back against the bedpost. Her eyes remained downcast as she spoke mournfully, “I shouldn’t have gone behind your back. After everything happened, I- I couldn’t tell you... I didn’t know how. And- It’s over... Me and her...”

“Are you really? Or will this be an on-again off-again thing?” You were skeptical of her relationship ending with Marilyn. After all, they had ‘ended things’ after she ended her reign of terror on Nevermore. While your relationship with Rowan had always been no bars held, it was difficult confronting her about this. Rowan had been through enough loss and heartbreak in her life and you weren’t interested in adding to the pile. 

“It’s over. You, Larissa, the girls... You’ll never have to worry about being hurt.” Rowan wouldn’t look at you and you could see the glimmer of tears as they ran down her cheek. Whatever had happened between the two of them, you felt guilty you hadn’t been there for Rowan. Regardless of how she held secrets from you, she was still one of your most treasured friends. As she continued speaking, it was harder for her to hide the incoming wave of sobs that shook her chest, “I- I think I tried fixing her, but there was nothing I-I could fix.”

“Oh, Ro... C’mere..” You tried to hold back the tears as you watched her fall apart. The only thing you could offer was your open arms which she accepted immediately. Rowan fell into your arms, resting her face on your chest as she allowed the tears to fall onto your pajama shirt. 

“I’m s-sorry.” Rowan croaked.

“It’s.. It’s nothing time can’t fix.” You stopped yourself from telling her ‘it’s okay’. None of what happened was okay. With mutual effort and time, there was no doubt in your mind your friendship could strengthen and grow past this breach of trust. Rowan was remorseful, that you knew. When her cries finally died down, you offered her a pick-me-up, “Would you like to meet the girls?”

“Really?” Rowan perked up a bit, brushing the tears from her face.

“Yes of course. They need to meet Auntie Ro.” You brush some of Rowan’s hair behind her ear and put on a kind, teasing tone, hoping it can bring her from her despair, “Chris and Larissa are with them right now.”

You walk with Rowan down the hall and push open the door to the girl’s room. Chris sat in a rocking chair with Violet bound in her arms while Larissa paced back and forth holding Althea. Each time you observed Larissa with one of the girls, you felt as though you could die from the overwhelming amount of love within you. It wasn’t hard convincing Chris to hand over Violet to Rowan as she claimed she was plagued with ‘mom arm’ from holding her for too long. Once Rowan took a seat with the child, she was completely enamored. 

“I love her. I’ve never loved something more. Besides this one right here of course. Oh, we are going to get into so much mischief, you girls and I.” The vampire cooed to Violet and gestured to Althea who rested in Larissa’s grasp. Rowan had never been a fan of young children, especially babies, but the way she cradled Violet let you know she had changed her opinion. She reached a finger to stroke the baby’s cheek, her gaze never leaving the infant's face. 

Larissa was happy to have Rowan there, but she immediately reverted into Momma Bear mode at the thought of any troublesome activities with her children at any stage of their lives, “No mischief. I don’t need either of them getting hurt.”

“Oh, scraped knees and bruises build character... and make good stories.” Chris chimed, folding her arms over her chest and leaning back into her chair. 

“Mother! Really? You of all people~” As Larissa laid into her mother, you tuned the both of them out, opting for nostalgic thoughts instead. As Chris started in on her own scolding of her daughter, Larissa shot you a look of annoyance that faded when she saw the adoration on your face. In this moment, you had it all. You raised your brows at her and offered a smile which she couldn’t help but return. A wonderful partner, your best friend back, lovely little twins. After all of the chaos and heartache from the past two years, it was finally time to settle down with your loved ones and live the life you deserved. 

EVERYONE IS HAPPY. THE END. SUCK IT. GOODNIGHT.

[annie-creates]

One day in a year

Pairing: Lady Lesso x reader (kinda platonic)

Genre: fluff

Words: 900

Note: We got a hundred followers! Thank you so much everyone for the support, likes, comments and requests sent. Here's a birthday fic to celebrate. Maybe I can add another character to my repertoire? What would you think? Who should it be? <3

It started with rain. You hated rain. It got you all wet and cold but without the childish excitement snow did. The weather made you not want to get out of bed, but you were a big girl and couldn’t hide away from your responsibilities just because you didn’t like the climate. It wasn’t even a weekend so the pleasure of sleeping in wasn’t indulged to you. With a heavy sigh you got out of bed, choosing a dress to wear today and leaving for breakfast, hoping there was still some sweets left for you.

Due to your absentminded state you accidentally put salt in your morning coffee. Not realizing your mistake earlier than when drinking the disgusting beverage. That only sunk your mood lower, feeling like a lonely rowboat in the middle of a thunderstorm ocean. Not even the blueberry muffin could pick up your sore mood. You rather went to class earlier than needed, not wanting to risk any more troubles. That proved to be quite of use when you almost crashed into a pillar, obviously not paying enough attention to where you’re going.

Students started to pour in just like the rain outside the window until the bell rang and you made sure everyone was here on time. You looked around your table, looking for your prepared materials for this lesson but finding none. You must have done the preparation, where did it go? You wouldn’t forget about such a thing…

“Ma’am, what about the test?” one of your students reminded you.

“A… test?” you asked confused until the realization downed on you. “Oh, the test! Well, I thought maybe we'll go over the study material for the test once more today and we’ll take the test next class.”

You tried to save the situation, which was celebrated by some, booed by others. You could tell who was happy to have more time to study and who wanted to be done with it already. How could you forget such a thing? You never forgot what you planned to do next time in class, let alone when you planed a quiz! You had to improvise the whole lesson and the ring announcing end of class was probably more freeing to you than it was to your students.

By the time of dinner you had changed your dress since you spilled your lunchtime cup of tea on yourself, two broken nails from trying to open some jars which normally wasn’t any problem for you and a scraped knee due your fall over the rocks in the garden. It was safe to say your day was completely ruined and you were ready to just lay in bed hidden under the blankets waiting for it to pass.

“Can’t I have just one day in a year to be perfect? Just one…” you whined to no one in particular, hoping to sleep the rest of the day away.

Your intentions were interrupted with a knock on your door. Why would anyone come to visit you this late? Can’t the universe just leave you alone already? Giving up on your hopes for a peaceful night, you got up and open the door, not expecting Lady Lesso to stand behind it. But there she was, graceful as always with her long coat and shiny cane. Sometimes you wondered if she was a daughter of a fairy of some sort.

“Can I help you?” you asked concerned, if she was here, it couldn’t be anything good right? Your day was already full of unfortunate events.

“I’ve noticed you haven’t been your usual annoyingly cheerful self today.” Her voice was completely blank as was her face. “And even tho I usually enjoy a piece of quiet, it was weirdly disturbing.”

“Uh… thank you..?” you didn’t know why she’s telling you this. “Did you come all the way here just to tell me you… didn’t like my unhappy mood?”

“Not entirely. I also came to give you this. Guessed it might help to cheer you up today.” She thrusted a small package into your hand turning on her heel. “Good night Y/n.” before you could say anything she already left.

With an inept shake of your head you got back inside your room, inspecting the parcel she gave you. It was packaged in a festive paper neatly tucked around. For a moment you contemplated if it was some type of prank. Will a bomb of glitter go of the moment you tore into the present? No, you were very certain Lesso was not one for glitter. Maybe a pocketknife will jump out and pierce your heart… But would she go all the way here just to slaughter you? You didn’t have any beef with her lately, did you?

With a shrug of your shoulders you opened the gift, a little note falling out on the ground. You picked it up, opening the piece of fancy paper. Happy birthday Y/n. That was all the note said, yet the three words warmed your heart up. She remembered your birthday. And she even gave you a gift. And not just some gift, but a rare edition of your favorite story book in your native language you have never seen before. You hugged the book to your chest, a genuine smile making it’s way to your face for the first time today. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad birthday after all.

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

It's hard for me to say, I'm jealous of the way, you're happy without me... (Chapter 3)

Hunterverse AU

Sy, Walter, Curtis (Lumberjack & the 2 bears) x POC Reader "Havoc/TG"

Ex Dean x Reader

Platonic Sam x Reader

Numerous SPN Characters

Summary:

A simple day of research takes a turn no one anticipated.

Warnings:

Angst and Fluff and Smut, Jealousy, Hunterverse AU, Polyamory, Humor, Fluff and Humor, Inappropriate Humor, Angst and Romance, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Additional Tags to Be Added

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You had all decided to spend the majority of the day researching. Six heads were better than one and all that. Sam made himself comfortable in your library after Curtis brought in a table from the garage storage. Dean was surprisingly quiet as he combed through the case file, connecting some leads and gathering their information so they could follow through on them tomorrow when their Fed suits were fresh and clean.

Around lunchtime you decide it was time for you to take a break and check in on your old man. You’re not sure if he knows the boys are in town yet. With the amount of hunters that love to gossip at TPK you can only assume he’s at least heard whisperings of them showing up last night. Knowing your history with them, he most certainly wouldn't have text or brought it up with you on his own. Per usual you’ll have to call and inform him of what’s going on. 

“My eyes need a rest and I’m starting to get hungry. So I’m taking a break.” You announce as you get up from your seat. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Beer if you have any to spare.” Dean requests.

“I’ll ask Sy if he has any left in the barn of his homebrew that’s bottled.” You let him know as you leave the room. You spot Walter in the kitchen as you make your way out to the patio to head to the barn. As you go to pass him by, he wraps a thick arm around your middle and pulls you close to him, laying a kiss on your lips. 

You melt into him, savoring the sweet moment before he pulls back, placing another kiss to your forehead. “Where you heading off too? I thought you were helping with research?”

“I am.” You look up into his azure eyes. “My eyes and stomach decided I needed a break. Plus I needed to check in with Dad. Dean wanted a beer so I was just heading out to the barn to see if Sy had any homebrew left.”

“You sure you weren't heading out there to watch them spar?” He teases. “Maybe get in a little rough and tumble yourself.”

“That does sound tempting.” You husk out. “But I’ll have to be strong and hold out. I really do need to call dad. Why don’t you come with me to make sure I behave and we can all call together.”

He lowers his mouth to your ear, voice low and husky. “What makes you think I want you to behave?”

“Naughty naughty bear.” You tease as you back away from him and open the patio door. “You comin’.”

“I wish.” He grumbles, following you out to the barn.

The sounds of flesh connecting with a mat, combined with deep grunts and groans, as you approach the open barn door, has your panties dampening. You saunter inside, leaning up against the wall as you enjoy the show.

It never ceases to amaze you just how strong and powerful these men are. Although Sy may be bigger in width, Curtis is large in his own right. Both stubborn and strong willed, unwilling to back down unless made to. Which leads to these bouts of competition that always end up with them sparing until someone gets pinned and has to yield. 

“Don’t waste all that pent up aggression, boys.” You call out. “I may need it later.”

Upon hearing your voice, Sy turns his head to look in your direction, opening himself up to allow Curtis to slip his bicep around his neck and capture him in a chokehold. “Say it.” He grunts out, tightening the hold.

“Not gonna happen.” Sy grits through his teeth.

“The sooner you say it the sooner she comes over here.” He replies, winking over at you.

You purposefully yawn and make a show of stretching out your limbs, arms high in the air, back arched, chest lifted. 

“Yield.” Sy states.

“What was that?” Curtis squeezes a little more.

“I yield.” He says louder. “Now get off me so our woman can tend to my bruised ego.”

He releases him and with a speed only he possesses, quickly makes his way to you. He pulls you into his sweaty shirtless body and takes his victory kiss. Leaving you a panting mess when he pulls away, heading over to the bench to towel off and down his water.

“C’mon man. You couldn’t just make me yield, you had to go and make her all twitterpatted too.” Sy yells at Curtis, still prone on the mat.

You chuckle to yourself as you make your way over to the grumpy bear of a man. You make a point to toss your leg over his torso before lowering yourself down, straddling his thick abdomen. You run your hands up his furry pecs, until you reach his bearded cheeks. You lean forward, arching your back, leaving your ass on display, as you nip at Sy’s bottom lip. “Poor Beasty. Looks like the Axeman came out on top this time.”  

His growl vibrates against your core, the only warning you get before he grabs your waist and flips you, spreading your thighs and pinning you beneath him with his hips. “Babygirl, I always end up on top, sooner or later.” He captures your mouth in a brutal kiss. Tongue teasing along your lip, asking for admittance, which you gladly grant. You make out for a bit, bodies dancing a tango you’ve performed many times, before Walter pushes Sy aside with his boot and lifts you into his arms.

“As much as I’m enjoying watching this unfold.” He places you on your feet. “You came in here for a reason. So let’s get that taken care of before you lose yourself to your hormones.”

“Spoilsport.” Curtis taunts as he joins the rest of you. “What did you need Dewdrop?”

“Nothing special. I’m taking a break from research. Wanted to call and check in on Dad. Also Dean wanted some beer. I came to see if you had any homebrew left Sy. Figured I could ask and then call dad.”

“I have a couple bottles left over from the last batch. I’ll bring em when we head inside. Let’s get your dad’s call out of the way and then we can make some lunch. I’m starving.” Sy replies.

“You're forever hungry.” You state.

“For you, Sugar. Always for you.” He winks at you.

“Such a charmer.” You pull your phone out of your back pocket and proceed to call your father.

Only the third ring he picks up. “I was wondering when you were going to ring me. How are your house guests?”

“Hello Dad. I knew those gossips couldn't keep their mouths shut. Yes Sam and Dean are staying with us while they work that vamp case Garth brought us. They’re currently in my library doing research as we speak.”

“I assume the lumberjack and two bears are on this call.”

“You know it.” Sy imparts.

“Good. So I can tell you this and I know for a fact it will be upheld.” Your father quips. “You are to take the damn night off. I don’t want you anywhere near this bar. You all worked the last eight days in a row and helping them Winchesters get that Vamp nest squared away is important. But not as important as you boys making good on your promise and giving me a grandchild or two before I croak.”

“Dad!” You groan. “When are you going to ease up on that already?”

“When you show me an ultrasound picture.” He proudly states.

Your men just laugh. “We’ll get right on that, Sir. You have my word.” Walter apeases him.

“I’m holding you to it. Now get off this phone and I better not see you until at least tomorrow evening.”

You sigh. “Bye Dad.”

“Goodbye, Hun.”

“Well that went a bit farther than expected.” You whine.

“Oh I fully expected him to try and take a hit to our manhood. He was pretty tame this time around. Betty must have paid him a visit last night.” Sy chuckles out.

“Come on, Dewdrop. You can warm my cock while I get clean. Promise I’ll fill you up so good you’ll be leaking me all afternoon.” Curtis slaps your ass and walks out of the barn toward the house. Not deigning to put a shirt back on.

The afternoon was spent with everyone putting their heads together to come up with a plan based off of the information that you had been able to gather so far.

“Listen.” Sy states. Captain voice initiated. “The intel we currently have does not leave me feeling one hundred on a plan. There is no room for contingencies. We need to do some recon during the daytime. If not by us, then by trusted sources closer to the possible nest location.”

“Do you have someone available to do that?” Sam inquires.

“I can give my nephews a call. They’re close by working a haunting a couple counties over.” Walter answers.

Dean and Sam look at each other, having one of their silent conversations.

“Alright.” Dean relents. 

Sy claps his hands together. “Great. Now supper time. Curtis, start up the grill while I get a fire going.” He turns to you. “We still got all them steaks Jimmy bartered with us?”

“Sure do.” You reply.

“Steaks and potatoes it is then.” He smiles mischievously, scooping you up and placing you in a fireman's carry, as he makes his way out to the extra fridge in the garage. 

Dean downs the last of his beer as everyone takes their exit, trying to chase away the tendrils of jealousy he’s feeling. They’ve been happening more frequently since last night.

Sam pauses at the door, turning to look at the sullen face of his brother. “Don’t take forever moping, alright. At least try to enjoy yourself tonight, okay.”

By the time Dean drags himself out back, he finds you all mingling around the fire pit, sans Curtis who is manning the grill while tossing a ball around with Booga. He can clearly see that his brother and Walter are deep in discussion about something he can only imagine is nerdy.  

The sound of classic rock being played on an acoustic guitar has him seeking the source. That is when he spots Sy, guitar in his lap strumming along and serenading you with some tune that has you beaming. Clearly the song has meaning to you because he watches as you dance around the fire. 

You're swaying your hips, letting Sy’s smooth voice run along your skin, warming you from the inside out. Dean can’t help but be mesmerized by your display, caught off guard by how safe and comfortable you must be to just let your guard down like that. He realizes that he’s only ever really seen you like this once and it was a long, long time ago. How blind and selfish was I all those years ago?

Curtis subtly watches Dean out the corner of his eye for a bit, taking in the effect you have on the hunter. He could give him hell for ogling his woman, but that’s just not who he is. “Domesticity looks good on her doesn't it?”

“Huh?” He’s snapped back to reality by Curtis’ question. Choosing to go lend a hand to one of the men that get to call you theirs. 

“When she lets herself go like that and just be.” He tosses the ball for Booga once more. “She looks like a damn goddess luring you in.”

Dean swallows and nods his head. “Yeah.”

“That’s his main objective everyday.” He points to Sy. “Well all of ours actually. Giving her what she needs to just be free, even for just five minutes. She’s so damn self sacrificing, helping any and everyone that she runs herself ragged from the stress of not saying no. Here she’s not allowed to just say yes. She gets a call, we ALL talk about it before a decision is made. Hence why she doesn't go out hunting much or alone anymore.”

Dean just nods along, sipping his whiskey.

“Plus, we can’t have her all stressed out when we're trying to knock her up.” He calmly states. “Not good for her or the future baby.”

Dean chokes on his next sip. “You're trying to have a baby?”

“Mmhmm. Have been. Wanna give her a family. Little ones to love and dote on. Plus we promised her pops and were falling behind on, as we are reminded quite often.” He chuckles to himself as Dean’s mind flashes back to a time that seems so far away now.

I’m searching for the pie she grabbed when she went into the last gas station when my hand bumps a rectangular, non-food- like package that crinkles. I take a look inside and notice a bright pink box that reads First Response Pregnancy.

“Did you grab somebody else’s bag by accident? Why is there a pregnancy test in here?”

“No, that bag is ours. Never left my possession since it was handed to me.”

“Ok. So why is the test?”

“Cus I’m late Dean.” I freeze at her words.

“How late?” I manage to ask.

“Bout two weeks.” 

“We’re always careful. Plus we havent had sex in a couple weeks.” I state.

“Pull out method isn’t always effective Dean.” You snatch the bag from his hands and remove the test. “I’d rather be safe than sorry. That’s why I didn't say anything. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go piss on a stick now before Sam gets back.”

I set the bag down and begin to pace the room. I never was good at being patient and the longer she takes in there the more anxious I get. What if she’s pregnant? We aren't even a couple. Yeah we hookup when the mood strikes and she’s one of the few people I trust with my life, but a kid?

Before I can spiral further, I hear the bathroom door open. “What’s the verdict?”

She steps back into the room, test in hand, stopping before me. She holds it up for me to see one single pink line. “False alarm. My eggo is not preggo.” She gives me a little half smile, but it doesn't reach her eyes.

I can’t help but to wrap my arms around her, placing a kiss on her forehead. “Beers are on me tonight.”

She burrows her head into my chest. “Make it top shelf whiskey and you got yourself a deal. It’s only fair.”

“How so?”

“It’s your weak pull out game that got us here.” She chuckles out.

I smack her ass for the sassy retort. “I didn't hear you complaining when you were coming all over my dick.”

She looks up at me, eyes full of something I just can’t place, but I really want to figure out. I lean in, running my nose along her cheek when the damn motel door opens. 

“Oh. Shit.” Sammy stutters out. “Am I interrupting something?”

“Yes.” “No.” We say at the same time.

She gives me a look, stepping away from my body and heading over to her duffle. “I hope you're done with whatever errand you were on Sammy cause I need a greasy burger and a thick milkshake stat.”

“Uh, yeah.” He looks over to me and I just shrug my shoulders. If she wants to move on from our little scare, who am I to tell her otherwise. “I saw this diner just down the road, a real greasy spoon.”

“Perfect.” She grabs her leather jacket and heads towards Baby. “Let’s feast boys!”

The unmistakable beat of Blister In the Sun is filling the air from a hidden speaker, presumably by Sy. "Come on sugar. Hit me with that sweet sweet voice." He shouts.

The smile that spreads across your face is full of nothing but mischief. “Looking for a little razzle dazzle Beasty?”

“Gotta get my entertainment somewhere.” He quips back.

You shake your hips to the tell tell beat, sending him a wink as you saunter over to Walter singing along to every word. You grab his hand and pull him into you. Turning so your back is to his front as you shimmy down his frame. Purposefully grinding your hips against his growing bulge. 

When he moves a hand to grip your hip, you spin on your heel, backing away, crooking your fingers in a come hither fashion. He follows like the sweet puppy that he is. You place him next to Sy, turning over your shoulder to Sam. “Come join the party Sam. I know for a fact you secretly love this song.”

He shakes his head at you, downs the rest of his drink and gets on his feet. You sing and dance around with your best friend without a care in the world. It doesn't matter that you mourned the loss of him. He’s alive and back in your life again. This time you’re not letting him go. Even if that’s only through text and phone calls as he trips around the country with the man you never fully got over.

It’s no secret that Dean broke your heart. Your men have done a great job of stitching it back together. But you all know that there’s still a piece that remains his. Somehow, Curtis, Walter and Sy do not feel threatened by the hunter being around. Maybe it’s because they already share you with each other and have no visions of letting you go. Or maybe there is something they’re holding back? Only time will tell.

This whole situation is all very overwhelming and you're thankful for this moment to just dance around the fire. Watching Sam make a fool of himself while you pull laughs from them all, is just the medicine your soul has been needing.

Your eyes scan over Dean’s stoic frame before quickly moving on to lock eyes with Curtis. “Enjoying the show Axeman?”

“You know it Dewdrop.” He shouts back. “Steaks up, so why don’t you shake that ass over to the table. It’s time to fill you full of something to soak up all that whiskey you’ve been sippin’.”

You blow a kiss in his direction, before sashaying your way to the porch, Jet and Booga hot on your heels. Dean swears that your eyes caught during the motion. Wishful thinking that maybe it was for him too. You are clearly feeling the effects of the liquor in your system.

You take a seat, dogs surrounding you as you watch all five men set the table. As you lean forward to grab a plate to fill, it is quickly snatched from your hand by Curtis. “Sit.” He growls out. “You’re not moving a muscle unless it’s to place food on your tongue. We have promises to make good on that start well before we head up to bed.”

You squirm in your seat at the authority in his voice. You love when his Dom slips out around others. Makes ya all mushy and submissive. You do as you told without putting up a fight, which results in a raised brow from Walter and a chuckle from Sy. “Curtis I’mma need ya ta use that voice more often. She never sass’s back when you do it. For me she thinks it’s a game.”

“Isn’t it?” You innocently tease. “Victory tastes much sweeter when you work for it. Right Beasty?”

He sets a glass of water before you and grabs hold of your chin. “To the victor go the spoils. And yours are ripe for the picking.” He lays a soft kiss to your lips, pulling back before you can take it further, leaving you chasing him as he backs away to take his seat next to you. 

Dean has been sitting, plate full, watching this exchange. He’s bewildered by how seamlessly nonchalant you all are about your relationship and showing affection. He’s not against PDA by any means, but he’s gotta admit that watching you be so open with them definitely stings. 

He regrets that he took your open affection for granted. Especially since he only ever really let you do it behind closed doors. If you were at a bar, unless you were hooking up that night, he never let it go past friendly touches. I would give my right arm to take that all back and be touched by her again.

Before he can sour the mood around the table, a phone begins to ring. Everyone checks their pockets, but it’s Walter who holds up his phone. “It’s Clark. Give me a minute.” He gets up and heads into the house to take the call.

“Who’s Clark?” Sam asks.

“His nephew.” Sy replies. “I assume he’s calling him back about him and Mikey doing recon for us tomorrow.”

“They idolize Walter. I’m sure it won’t be a problem.” You watch him pace the kitchen from your spot at the table. “Although this call is taking a bit longer than I expected.”

Just as you're about to get up and see what’s going on for yourself, Walter ends the call and is walking back to his seat.

“Verdict?” Curtis asks.

“They’ll do the recon for us.” Walter answers. “They’re having a bit of a time finding the bones for the haunt they’re on though and could use some extra hands to get it over with tonight.”

“Mikey couldn’t flirt his way into the good info I see.” You chuckle to yourself.

“Town historian’s a married straight man. Even his charms couldn’t pull that one off.” Walt explains.

“Well, looks like duty calls then.” Sy imparts. “Not that we need this many hunters, but who wants to help out? I’d really like to get back at a decent time. I have business I need to take care of.” He winks at you.

“I’m sure we can find and burn the remains before it gets too late and still enjoy the rest of our night before recon tomorrow. Might even get some extra hunters on the case. I’m down to go.” You respond.

“Where you go, we go.” Curtis states.

“Count us in too. I’m itchin’ for some action.” Dean throws out.

“Eat up. We head out in forty.” Walt declares.

You pull up outside your standard no tell motel, next to a red and black 1970 Dodge Challenger. “I see Mikey drove this time.” You snicker as you get out of the Durango.

Walt walks up to the room directly in front of the muscle car and bangs on the door until it swings open revealing a tall yet baby faced man. “Geez Uncle Walt. You still knock like the po po.”

He ignores his nephew and walks inside, nodding his head for all of you to follow. As you pass Mike you can’t help but to squeeze his reddened cheeks. “Loving the hair length Mikey. The ladies must be getting a real kick out of it.” You tap his cheek and continue on inside to find Clark’s large frame overtaking a chair, huddled over a table.

He looks up from his computer as you enter. “I see you decided to bring trouble with you.” He quips.

“Aww, Clark you still hung up on my little joke?” You tease.

“Joke?” He huffs. “You pretended to be my ex-girlfriend and exaggerated my prowess in bed to Lois. It took me weeks to work back up the courage to finally ask her out.”

“But you did end up asking her out right?” You retort.

“Yes.”

“And…” You gesture for him to continue.

Mikey wraps his arm around your shoulder. “And now they’re a gross ass couple. He’s always on the phone with her. And don’t get me started on when I try to bring someone back for the night.” He rolls his eyes. “One time he was all mopey cus she wasn’t returning his text and my date spent two hours listening to him bitch until she finally called. By the time I went to seal the deal she was too tired. Fucking cockblock.”

“She was too good for your pump and dump ass anyway.” Clark snorts.

“Alright boys that’s enough.” Sy pipes up. “You’re both pretty.”

Clark looks over your shoulder to the two unknown guests in his room. “You brought company.”

“Oh them?” You shrug. “They’re hunting buddies from another life. Clark, Mikey, meet Sam and Dean Winchester.” 

“Winchester?” Mike looks between you and them. “Like the Winchesters. Been to hell and back literally Winchesters?”

“That’d be us.” Dean imparts. “It’s nice to meet ya.”

“Likewise.” Clark responds.

“Hear you’re having some trouble with a haunt?” Sam queries. “We’re here to help.”

“Well shit. Sounds good to me.” Mike whoops. “If anyone can get that historian to talk it’s TG.”

“Tell us what ya got.” Curtis requests.

You were able to get the information you needed from Frank the historian. Minimal flirting was necessary actually. You went in, accompanied by Dean, posed as a couple on a honeymoon road trip, looking for fun unusual facts about each town you slept in for the night. 

It was interesting how hands on Dean played his part. He made sure to always be touching you in some subtle way until we're out of the building. It had your nerve endings going haywire by the time you got back to your men.

“I know that look.” A smirking Walter pulls you close to his leaning frame by the hips, whispering in your ear. “Need me to take the edge off for you baby?”

You subtly nod your head. “We’ll meet you guys back at the motel. Mikey. Clark. Head back with Dean and Sam.” He reaches into his pocket and grabs his keys, tossing them to Curtis. “Axeman you’re driving. Sy get in the back.” 

He pulls on the handle behind him, opening the door and ushering you in with a hand on the small of your back. He climbs in after you, closing the door with a thud. “Turn towards me and lean against Sy babygirl. Curtis queue up Tear You Apart. ”

He undoes the top of your jeans, pulling them down to bunch at your ankles, and spreads your thighs as wide as the seat will allow. He runs a thick finger over the sticky patch of arousal seeping through your thong. “Your soaked little one. I’ll have to thank Dean later.”

You whimper as he increases the pressure. Tilting your hips to get him to give you what you need. “Hold her still Sy.” He commands, ghosting his left hand along the hem of wet fabric. “When Curtis hits play, I’m going to fuck you with my fingers. You have until the end of the song to come at least once. If you don’t you’ll be shit out of luck until we get home. Understand.”

“Yes, sir. Want your fingers. I’ll be a good girl.” You whine out.

“Curtis.” He gives him a look in the rearview and the song begins. He yanks your thong to the side and sinks his middle and ring fingers to the knuckle with a growl. “So wet and fucking tight.”

He wastes no time setting a quick pace, attacking your sweet spongy spot, rendering you a mess in under a minute. You were already spun tight from all the innocent flirting and touches from your ex that by the halfway point of the almost 4 minute song you were digging your nails into Sy’s bicep as you came apart.

“Good girl.” He praised you. “Give Walt one more babygirl. I know you can do it.”

“Too much.” You whimper. “C-can’t.”

"Oh yes you can.” Walt growls out. Doubling down on his efforts, thumb circling your over sensitive little nub.

The next thing you know, everything goes still. Colors begin to dance in front of your eyes and you feel a distinct wetness coating your thighs.

“Did she just fucking squirt all over the back seat?” Curtis grits out.

“What?” You look up at Sy bewildered. “I can’t do that.”

“You can and you did Sugar.” Sy informs you. “And it was hot as hell. Just look at Walters' face. You he’s drenched baby.”

You look between your legs to find Walt grinning from ear to ear, beard clearly covered in your essence. “Worth the change of clothes.” He kisses your thigh and pulls himself back. “Why don't you cuddle Sy for a bit while I clean up and redress you. We’re almost back at the motel.”

“Kiss first.” You pout. He obliges your request and lets you taste yourself on his lips. He takes off his damp shirt, using it to remove the wetness from your skin, before ripping your thong off your body and tossing it up to Curtis.

"Hips up." He pulls your jeans back in place, zipping and buttoning you back up. Reaching into the back he grabs a shirt from the emergency duffle you keep on hand and quickly shoves it over his head as Curtis pulls in next to the Impala.

You all exit the vehicle, Walter making a show of wiping off his mouth and beard before he places a kiss behind your ear. "Thanks for the snack Sunshine."

Dean stares on, curious as to the reason for the shirt change when he spots Curtis putting something in his pocket and Sy readjusting his belt. Clearly something went down in the 8 minutes it took to get here. 

"Y'all get debriefed?" Sy asks Clark.

"We did. Now we just need to formulate a plan."

You all decided that splitting up was best. One group to distract. One to salt and burn. You, Curtis, Dean and Mikey were left to play hide and seek with the scorned female ghost, looking to avenge the life stolen from her by her fiance and best friend. While Clark, Sy, Walter and Sam were off to search the grounds for her makeshift grave marker and finally set her free.  

The thought was to lure her out with you and Curtis as bait. So there you were, making out on a dilapidated couch like a pair of horny teenagers when the temperature significantly drops. You can see your breath before as you sit up further on his lap.

You watch Curtis’ eyes track something behind you and still yourself. The next thing you know, you’re sailing through the air and slamming against a wall. You resonate the sound of your head connecting on impact before the world goes black.

Upon hearing Curtis’ bellow of rage Dean runs into the room just in time to see the ghost dematerialize from his strike. He searches the room for your smiling face, only to find you lying prone against the wall, blood oozing from a cut on your head. 

He is instantly overwhelmed by the feelings seeing you hurt has pushed further to the surface. He’s thinking crazy things, like what if he still has a chance at a life with you. Could he keep this life on the road and have you as a home to return to? Knowing you were being taken care of and loved when he was away. Sharing you would be better than never having you in his life again. He’s lived that once. He doesn't want to again. But those are questions for another day. Wishful thinking at best.

Right now the most important thing is to set this ghost free and get you the hell out of here. At that thought the specter rematerializes near your body, ready to finish the job. “Hey Bitch!” He shouts, shooting her full of rock salt as Curtis creates a salt barrier around your body.

Mikey rushes into the room, getting cut off by the ghost appearing once more. “Shit!”

Dean pumps the shotgun, readying to take the shot when the apparition lets out a shriek and bursts into flame.

“What the hell happened man?” Mike ponders as Curtis scoops up your limp body into his arms with care.

“The bait was too good.” He grits out. “Ghost tossed her like a rag doll, within moments of appearing. She never stood a chance.”

“Fuuuuuck! My uncle is gonna wring my neck.” He whines. 

“I swear to God, Mikey, if she doesn’t wake up, you’re Uncle is the least of your worries. Anything he does to you, will pale in comparison to the depths of darkness I will go to avenge her.” Curtis threatens.

[melanieph321]

Can you do a story where your boss tells you that “you are not an elite employee”?

Okay 😅

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS (DAY 3)

Dusan Vlahovic x Reader - Elite Employee Part 1/2

Part 2

Enjoy!

You arrived to work a bit nervous about the day ahead. It was your first time running the showroom alone, however your boss trusted you with the task at hand, the rest was probably all in your head.

"Y/N, are you ready?" Your boss smiled upon your arrival to the Jeep car dealership were you worked. She wore her usual blue pants suit and a pink scarf around her neck. Her makeup up was a bit too much for your liking, however a lot of ladies her age did their makeup up that way.

"I'm a bit nervous." You admitted.

"Don't be." She smiled. A fake smile. "You're one of my elite employees. You'll do great out on the floor."

"Thanks boss."

"And CEO." She corrected.

"Right. Boss and CEO."

"And don't you forget it." She laughed, an artificial laugh that sounded more like a howling duck. "I'll be in my office if you need me honey."

With that being said, she left you to get a head start on your day. It was a sunny summer day in Los Angeles, and the car dealership that you worked for was located in an obscure part of the city, so there weren't a lot of buyers coming in today.

Up until lunchtime you had occupied yourself with setting up the showroom, making sure everything was neat and tidy. The cars that were currently on display were two of the newest Jeep models. However the price of the vehicles were scary to look at. Even scarier trying to sell to an interested costumer. Good thing that the usual clients to come into the shop were loaded middle aged men, looking for new toys to show off their riches.

"Excuse me, do you work here?"

However, the costumer that you had to deal with today did not fit the usual profile.

"Um...yes. Yes, I do." You put down the feather duster in your hand, straightening your skirt before rushing over to the front desk. You were not really prepared to deal with a customer so early in the day.

"Great. My name is Dusan Vlahovic. I'm supposed to test drive the Jeep Wrangler and this is where they told me to come and pick it up.

"Test drive?" You frowned at the man, who wore a black tracksuit to a billion dollar car dealership.

He looked a bit taken back by your reaction, not to mention, the way that your judging eyes fell upon his sneakers.

"May I ask who sent you?" You said, trying to maintain a professional tone despite the man's questionable attire.

"Um...Juventus."

"Who?"

The man chuckled. "Juventus. The football team?"

"Never heard of it."

You weren't the best at sports but because of your upbringing in the south you grew up watching American football, and never had you ever heard of a team called Juventus.

"It's not an American football team. It's European." He said.

"Oh." Slight heat rose to your face. "Then why didn't you say so?"

He rolled his eyes, however your attention was brought down to the front desk computer. You typed in the name under organization, knowing that it wasn't unusual for Jeep to offer joyrides to whichever athletes they were sponsoring. In this case you found out that Juventus was an Italian football team, currently on tour in the States.

"So are you renting the car out for the day, or...?"

You looked up from your computer, surprised to find the man curiously tilting his head, observing you.

"I'm just looking to take it for a spin." He shrugged, not at all ashamed having been caught checking you out. "Up and down the boulevard, you know?"

"A spin?" You frowned. "Not even rent the car out for a full day?"

"Would be a waist of gas, don't you think?"

His sly grin was unbearable. Even more so because the man was ridiculously attractive and probably well aware of it.

"We don't usually allow clients to rent out a car for less than six hours, even if it's for promotional purposes."

"Then I guess you'll have to come with me and we'll call it a test drive."

"Excuse me?"

The man chuckled. "Come on. Or would you rather be stuck in here, dusting?"

It was a matter of company policy. But why did he have to be so damn attractive?

"Fine." You sighed, pulling out the car keys from a drawer under the desk. "But I'm driving."

Part 2

[c4l4mityv4in]

The World’s Favorite Star (A Bokuaka Fic)

Chapter 2, "Take Me Out To Dinner First" Akashi's POV

Notes:

This Chapter is short, I'm sorry.

I am extremely overwhelmed lately and haven't really had time to write

If I don't finish the fic before

December it will be postponed to January cause yk, mandatory holiday fic.

I'll announce it on BlueSky and on here if that happens (see end notes for bsky user)

My name is Akashi Keiji,

I am the current manager of the [Unknown name] Middle School Volleyball club, tho I am thinking of playing in High School.

So there is this guy on the team, and he's probably the sweetest guy ever. I don't really like to talk a lot but he always tries to make me feel included whenever he can.

He's a joy to be around, a star in a dark night's sky.

It's weird to admit it but I think I got a pretty big crush on him. I don't know if he feels the same tho.

I've received lots of love confessions from both boys and girls but none of them were him. He also has his fair share of admirers, being the star player of the Volleyball team and all.

But he's never dated anyone of them apparently.

Today is Valentine's day, and I brought a rose to school for him. I wish I knew what the best way to confess to him was. I was alone in class around lunchtime when I heard him calling me,

"AGAASHI!" He was hiding a big bouquet of flowers behind his back, my heart already started racing when he said my name but when I saw the flowers I couldn't help but hope they were for me.

"Not to sound rude but you're into guys right?" my heart fell out of my chest when he asked that.

Be cool Akashi, he might actually ask you out. Be COol, BE F*CKING COOL!

"Hello, Bokuto-san. I am actually, why?"

F*cking nailed it.

"So like, if I ever wanted to ask a guy out, how would I do it?", when he he said that my heart stopped.

I could have thrown up right then and there.

Getting rejected indirectly somehow hurts more than when someone says it to your face.

But I answered his question the best I could. He deserves only the best in my opinion. And then he said something completely out of pocket.

"D-Do you wanna marry me!?"

I was taken aback when he said that and pushed the bouquet in my face.

And then I couldn't help but laugh, I felt bad about it but that was the only reaction I could give him. He looked completely mortified. Before the situation could escalate any further I pulled out the rose I brought for him and asked him out.

My face felt so hot it may have been on fire.

I actually told him I wanted to marry him someday!?

Why would I do that!? We're in middle school for god's sake!

But he didn't make fun of me for saying it. He never made fun of me for anything.

He picked me up that evening, he looked so cute, his hair was drowned in even more gel than

usual, he looked like a snowman with that jacket of his.

I bet I had such a dumb smile, his was so dorky I couldn't look away. I teased him a little about him asking me to marry him, I mean who wouldn't? He asked me to hold my hand and even through our gloves I could feel the warmth of his hand, I kinda wanted to snuggle him and hold his arm like we were an actual couple. As we walked to the Valentine's festival my heart couldn't help but race like crazy. I kept telling myself to act cool but it was so difficult to do in a situation like this!

We got something to eat, I sketched a street pertormer, he complimented me. On our way to the Ferris Wheel I spotted a shooting game with a gigantic owl plush that you could win.

"Bokuto-san, can I ask you for something?", I hate asking for stuff but I absolutely hate shooting games.

"Of course, Akaashi!" that damn stupid smile of his makes it so hard to not just melt right there, on the spot.

"Could you, maybe try and um... win me that owl?", I asked looking away, again if I wasn't so

bad at shooting games I would have done it myself.

The look he got of his face was one of total concentration, he tried a few times and cussed under his breath a few times, he won me a huge panda instead of the owl but I wasn't complaining, it was still something I could cuddle with at night imagining it's him. The Ferris Wheel was a little awkward but... he just makes me feel so many feelings I really didn't mind being that close to me.

"You're still sleeping over right? I don't want you to walk alone this late at night", I asked, he's slept over at my place so many times that we now have a bunch of his clothes at my house so that he doesn't have to bring stuff over every time.

"Yeah I'm not a fan of the dark really" , after he said

that, my brain started connecting dots, a perfect plan,

"Wanna go to the love tunnel?"

Author's Notes:

Has the Ao curse got me? Who knows!? I just know my mental health is currently on vacation in the deepest depths of hell and reading fluff, watching Anime and playing Di are the only things keeping me somewhat stable at the moment.

Thanks for reading, Lots of Love, Sasha < 3

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