#curly x Michelle

[theyanderespecialist]

Christmas Gift (Yandere Curly X Michelle) (This is Late! Happy Late Christmas) (Mouthwashing)

[This was a gift from my love muffin! Thank you love muffin!] 

(No One's POV)

Curly looked down at the piece of paper in his hands as everyone around him laughed and started to discuss what they were going to potentially do.

It was a week before the annual Christmas party, a way for the cheapass company to artificially boost morale during the season when many were away from their families instead of just giving a day off. 

This year they decided that they’d do a Secret Santa, taking names out of an empty cardboard box. And Curly got Michelle. He’d had quite the crush on the blonde for the last four years, but he always pushed that aside. He had to. She was part of his crew, and that meant it was an abuse of power to be with her. Beyond that, and probably what held him back most, was his fear of not being what she needed.

But she got moved to on-land work, so he didn’t get to use the first reason as an excuse anymore, and Anya told him he needed to stop hiding behind “what ifs.” That life passed by too fast for that. She was much more wise and assertive than most gave her credit for.

He looked over to see Michelle talking with a group of people, somehow despite knowing her for four years, his mind completely blanked on anything she liked. And it had to be perfect. 

Which is what caused him to sneak around the workplace, trying to ask around for things she’d actually like.

What he didn’t know was that she had gotten him too. And she was in the same situation as him...

Curly was frustrating to buy for because he was the type to say “I don’t want anything.” But you can’t just get him nothing. You also can’t get an impersonal gift, not when he’s the captain keeping you all from a stray asteroid.

She could get him exercise equipment- but that’s also not ideal. Not when she doesn’t know what he has already and there’s no way she could open a dialogue and not seem weird about it.

She could talk to Jimbo about it, or Daisuke or Swansea, even Anya. But, she felt embarrassed to ask about the man she knew for like- half a decade. A man who she had a massive crush on. Something she finally lamented to Anya who seemed uncomfortable.

After a bit of pushing, Anya just wandered off. It wasn’t a bad kind of uncomfortable, but like she wanted to say something. And she did. She knew Curly liked Michelle, and she knew Michelle liked Curly. And she wanted nothing more than to tell both of them- but it wasn’t her place.. but she may be able to urge Curly.

And that’s what she did, rushing through the halls the next day, trying to find him. This was something she wanted, she wanted her two friends to be together.

“H-Have any of you seen curly?” This became a very common question that day but eventually, she tracked him down to the shipyard as he was helping another crew to unload. 

“C-Curly- I need to talk to you, it’s important.” She said softly. It wasn’t often Anya came to him saying they needed to talk, so he followed her to a more quiet setting.

She was a bit embarrassed to say that it was in fact, not so important. But it also was. 

“Maybe- I was thinking…what if you just..told Michelle how you feel? You used to say it was because you were her captain, but that’s not the case anymore.” Anya said softly as Curly looked around embarrassed, making sure no one heard. Gossip in Pony Express was a real problem. 

“I- that’s not really- I don’t-," It was probably one of the few times she’d seen Curly so embarrassed. But she also knew he would likely see her point.

He then let out a sigh, running his hands through his curly blond hair. She wasn’t wrong. He was hiding behind excuses. what’s the worst thing to happen if he confessed? What If She says no?

That actually sounded horrible. But maybe she did feel the same. Maybe she felt the same longing he had...

“I…I’ll do it at the party.” He said finally as Anya smiled. They deserved to be happy. And she knew they’d make a wonderful couple. 

(December 23) 

It was the day before Christmas Eve and the day of the Christmas party. Everyone was so excited- except for Michelle. She hadn’t gotten a present for Curly. She’d have to face him and tell him that no, she’d failed to get him anything she felt he’d like.

So when she saw him standing off to the side nursing a drink to try and soothe his nerves she quickly walked over. It was like ripping off a bandage.

Except the closer she got, the harder it was to keep walking. Eventually, she got there though and gave a nervous smile.

“Curly- you look nice tonight.” He did, he was out of his usual work uniform and in more casual clothes- that white shirt was really…whew. 

“Michelle- thank you, you look amazing.” He said, he felt awful for eying her body, but he couldn’t help it. She looked good in that dress.

“Thanks..” They both fell into an awkward silence after that before they both spoke up. “I have something to tell you-“

“I need to tell you something-“ they’d both said it at the same time.

“Oh- you go first.” She urged, embarrassed. Great, it wasn’t bad or awkward enough already. 

“No, No. I’m so sorry, you first.” Curly said, blushing himself. He was trying to stall, but eventually, after what felt like minutes of back and forth- it was decided that Curly would go first.

“I, there’s, there’s really no way I-I can say this- well, I know there’s better ways. But, I love you.” He admitted, rambling and tripping over his own words. It was not nearly as romantic as he planned.

Michelle stopped as she looked up at Curly, opening and then closing her mouth. This- holy fuck. 

He felt the same? Does he actually feel the same? Maybe it was the alcohol from the spiked eggnog, but she kissed him. She couldn’t help it, grabbing at his hair before pulling away.

“I love you…” she muttered as she pulled away before taking both Curly and herself back by her sudden confidence with her next statement.

“I didn’t have a gift for you at the start of the night... Nothing seemed good enough for you..but come to my apartment tonight and I’ve got a present for you to..unwrap and enjoy.” She said a little lower, the implication clear.

It would certainly be a merry Christmas.

[timeforaneclipse]

Falling Apart (Lilia x reader)

Chapter Six - Knight of wands

You hissed as Lilia dabbed the wet cloth onto your wounded face. The older woman gave you an apologetic look. A part of you felt embarrassed. Not because of the deep cuts because of what you were wearing in front of the older witch. "Will it scar?" Agatha growled out. As if this was all Lilia's fault. In truth, Agatha asked a silly question. the wound would leave a deep nasty scar.  Rio crossed her arms and eyed the massacre on your flesh. What could've happened to cause Michelle to go feral like that? Who had brought her back? The Seven? There was reason the dead should be left alone. This was it. "Jen... Do your spell... thing... the water!" Agatha yelled at the potions witch, going on a spiral. The young woman shrugged. There was no water or moon here.  There was nothing she could do. Besides your wounds didn't seem life threatening. 

As Agatha threw her fit, your eyes stayed focused on Lilia as she carefully cleaned the wounds. Realising you were staring, Lilia's face heated up but she tried to stay committed to the task at hand. Once she had finished, she set the bloody cloth to the side. She had been through this routine before. Mostly during her younger years when the Witch trials consumed every worry. Her finger tips hovered over your injured cheek, checking that the wound was clean. You watched her movements, pulling away slightly while narrowing you eyes when her touch lingered. Your eyes softened, however, when you saw there was no disgust or malice. You swallowed her intelligent eyes began to draw you in. She was captivating and completely concentrated. For a moment you had forgotten about the agony that burnt at your flesh. Her once wild curly locks were short and straightened. Her hair a now light brown. You missed the curls. She wore a yellow chequered shirt and white trousers. Noticing your staring, again, Lilia blushed briefly. "Is it ugly?" You whispered to the older woman, slightly defeated as you referred to your four cuts. 

"Horribly so.." The divination winked with a smirk, Attempting to lesson your worry through her own light-heartedness. You smiled weakly at her gentle attempt at humour despite the situation. Her hand found yours and her face became serious but not stern.  "No, I don't think so..." She whispered, eyeing the marks. Squeezing her hand, you watched her expression shift. "Scars show you survived.. and that is beautiful." You grew flustered at her honesty and wise words. Your pulse quickened as you stared at each other. You glanced to the older woman's lips. Thoughts hit you. Wondering how they'd taste against your lips. The divination witch's own eyes wondered down to your own lips. "Minerva..." She whispered as you inched closer, her touch in your hand tightening.  Teen noticed and tilted his head, smirking like a fool as he waited for the main event 

Agatha stilled her rant when she noticed the closeness between you both. The older woman's eye twitched. "Whatever is happening right now... better stop." Agatha gritted out, seething at the sight. Rio smirked and clicked her tongue at Agatha's anger. You cleared your throat and pulled away, leaving Lilia reaching. The divination witch's brows furrowed at your pull away. Damning Agatha. Looking around the... cabin? You found yourself interested by the lights and décor of the place. It seemed.... familiar? Teen began to scramble around his body and pockets. Panicking to himself as he said he couldn't find his spell book. Lilia attempted to calm the boy by asking where the boy had it last. When he said on a broom, Agatha groaned. "Forget it, you can take the training wheels off." She spat. Lilia gave the boy a worried sympathetic look. 

As the look for the purpose of the trial began, you drifted towards Lilia. You felt bad for earlier. "Who's trial is this?" Teen asked, as you shadowed near the divination witch. 

Rio scoffed as she noticed the moon phase. "Agatha's." The green witch smirked like the devil.  Agatha grew nervous immediately. Her blue eyes found yours as she stared, concerned. 

"A blood moon..." The divination witch hummed as her eyes narrowed. Following Rio's gaze towards the painted red moon wit the purple background. "When the veil between the living and the dead is at it's thinnest." She frowned in thought. Teen immediately got confused and questioned Lilia. He thought that talking to the dead was her skill? You rolled your eyes. "Oh common misconception. I read people, I read time but talking to spirits was just con." She smiled reassuringly at the teenager. 

Rio smirked and slowly walked towards her ex lover. "And who better to commune with the dead then someone who's put so many in the grave." She purred towards Agatha. Agatha perched her lips and gave the green witch a poisonous side eye. In seconds, a board game was magically flung out. You bit the inside of your cheeks and pulled Lilia away from the bored. Her hands grabbed yours. Teen and Alice rushed forward and Teen picked up the box... You felt your heart quicken and your panic rose. It wasn't a game... It was the Ouija. Lilia gasped as her watch went off. You own buzzed and you looked at it. A countdown... thirty minutes. After setting the board up, Teen began to read the rules. 

"Okay so.. Number one, don't use the Ouiji board alone." He began. Agatha threw her hands up in the air, thinking this was stupid. "Number two, do not speak over each other." Your ears rang as the group suddenly began to do just that. As you cringed, Teen spoke over the groups collective arguing. "Three! Do not taunt the spirits." Your eyes drifted to Agatha. And you didn't seem to be the only one. Agatha looked baffled that the coven had turned their attention on her. Teen repeated the rule. "Do not taunt the spirits." he glared lightly as Agatha sighed and crossed her arms. "four, Do not ask about death." That seemed simple enough. "Five, always end your session with goodbye. Six, do not remove your hand from the planchette. If you do so, a spirit will be released." Alice and Jennifer huddled closer to each other while sharing a look. You gave Lilia's hand a gentle squeeze but the divination witch didn't dare look your way. Lilia let go of your hand to look on at the back of the instructions. You narrowed your eyes and huffed gently. 

Everyone sat down bar Agatha. Ever hesitant. You settled beside Lilia, keeping her in your view. When Agatha braved herself, she sat down and flicked her hair. Putting your fingers on the planchette, your breath hitched when you felt Lilia's against your own. Your eyes drifted to her fingers. The trial let her keep her rings... You swallowed as you watched her hands adjust. So different from your own claws.. "Mother, Maidan, Crone..." Agatha began, eyeing the group. "Spirits be known." The blue eyed witch clicked her tongue. "I can hear something... shhh." You frowned at her words. Feeling alert, you jumped as the planchette began to move. Teen began to panic but was cut short by the coven hisses at him to be quiet. "Is someone here with us during this witching hour?" Agatha went on to question. The... spirit moved to the word yes on the board. "And WHO, may I ask, do we have the pleasure of communing with?" You raised an eyebrow at her question. Unsure whether it was sarcastic or not. 

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"Mrs Hart?" Alice smiled. You growled and lowered at the name. Something felt off... 

"Hey girl... Feeling better?" Jennifer went on to ask 

Just as Lilia reminded them about no taunting the planchette moved with a jerk sending the divination witch off with a yelp. "Your hands! What did you do!" Agatha hissed as Lilia stared at her own hands disbelief, claiming she didn't do it. Your lips became thin as Agatha began to shake. Your eyes narrowed at the familiar sight. Rio glanced your way and smirked. Jennifer fell into Alice and the protection witch hugged the potions witch as Agatha continued to freak out. Lilia looked completely horrified. "Oh my.... What a journey..." Agatha began, her voice a higher pitch. You watched dead faced as she continued. "There I was living my tiny life in the burbs, baking casseroles, linking into conspiracy theories on face-book," She stood and backed away from the group. "Drinking before noon! And there you were, bringing chills and thrills and bringing on my early demise!" She giggled. 

Lilia frowned, her sad eyes wide in remorse. "Listen, Mrs hart-" You tapped the older woman's arm.  Stopping her from indulging Agatha's twisted game. As unaware as she was. Lilia gave you a confused stare and Alice corrected Lilia saying it was Sharon Davis.

"Agatha used to do this all the time when I was kid.." You mumbled to the Divination witch. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at Agatha who was trying uphold the act of the dead woman. Agatha's smile vanished when Rio gave her look. Claiming that she was just scared. Lilia cleared her throat and leaned against  her hand, not like the direction that this had gone. 

Agatha swallowed and patted down her long purple shirt. "Well, I thought that was pretty good." She frowned. Alice was quick to protest that time was ticking and she was right. Rio patted the seat next to her at Agatha sat down with a huff. "Well, lets get to it!" She hissed and the group followed suit. "Maiden, mother, crone..." Agatha began once more. "Spirits be known..." This time lights began to flicker. The hairs on the back of your neck stood. You were not alone. Your ear twitched and you could have sworn you heard a growl. You went to protest that something wasn't right... that something felt evil... but you were shut up by Rio's hard glare. "Who is here with us tonight?" Agatha continued. The planchette began to move once more. Harsher then before as it spelt out it's next word. Death. Rio cackled and you hung your head. "What do you want?" Agatha asked now nervous. 

"P, u, n, i, s, h." Punish? You felt your blood ran cold. Agatha paled and asked who. You felt very unnerved. "A, G, A, T, H, A." Agatha... Punish Agatha.  You glanced to Rio, wondering if this was a sick joke. Agatha began to panic, ordering the group to stop. The lights continued to flicker and the pull became more deadly. Everyone began to argue over each other. Agatha let go, cowering in on herself. "NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" Lilia screamed at the cowering woman. Her own fear swallowing her whole. The board went flying and you screamed at the sight. The spirit was angered.  You covered your ears as the sorrowful screams of the dead burst through the room. "I hated this the first time!" The divination witch cried. First time?! 

"Lilia's being weird again!" Teen shouted.

"What do they want!" Alice winced. 

Jennifer narrowed her eyes. "They already told us!" She shouted over the tortured screams. "Punish Agatha!" The screams stopped. Agatha paled. Looking terrified. Alice looked wide-eyed practically asking for confirmation. "Yep... it's how we pass the trial." Jennifer smirked, taking too much pleasure in this then what you liked. "And after everything she's done...  the lies, the cheating, the complete and utter lack of humanity." In a flash, and without thinking, you placed your body between the potions with and your mother, who was sitting on the floor.  Vulnerable like a bullied child. 

"No." You hissed at the smaller woman, thankful for your height at the moment. "I won't allow it..." You growled at the potions witch. Rio tilted her head in interest at your defence. Agatha teared up slightly at your protective stance in front of her. You were protecting her.  Shielding her from the coven... Just like how she had shielded you when you were a child. "I know, Agatha deserves punishment but not this... Not like this." You spat at the potions witch, daring her to try to get you to move. 

Lilia stepped forward, trying to defuse the tension between the two of you. "We could tie her up." She shrugged as she hummed deep in thought. You swallowed, feeling slightly betrayed. The divination witch frowned when she noticed the look in your gaze. But what choice was there? 

"Humiliation would work too?" Your eyes widened at Alice's words. What was this!? Then stepped onward with a devilish look. Suggesting just to cut Agatha's throat. You took a step back at her words, not wanting to be near her. 

The group continued to circle around the two of you and you began to feel trapped. You glanced down to Agatha's rigid figure on the floor. The older woman shrugged and looked annoyed. "And people ask me why I don't have female friends." She huffed in a pout. 

Teen looked around confused, you frowned. Blass his innocent idiotic heart. "But we were getting along, weren't we?" He asked like a child. So much false hope. "We were clicking! There was unity!" He argued, trying to find a light in the dark. 

However, Jennifer waved him off. "Familiars don't get votes." She spat at the teenager, giving you a pointed look. 

Something in you snapped. "Kale." You barked. Angered. The lights flickered and Agatha shared a knowing look with Rio. You used to lose your temper often as a teenager... so often that you once ended up breaking your friend's nose after she called Agatha a slur.  "That's enough." You hardened gaze took the coven by surprised. "No one is laying a fucking finger on Agatha. Get that through your thick skull, lass." You hissed, your accent cutting through the cabin. 

"Coming to save mummy, dear Minnie?" Jennifer smirked, deciding to see how far she could push you. You cringed at the sound of your nickname on her mouth. A part of you felt hurt, in truth, you were beginning to enjoy Jennifer's company. "What are you going to do about it, Minerva? Spit a fur ball at me?" The potions witch sneered, annoyed that you were getting in the way of what obviously had to be done. She didn't understand why you, who had been so quiet and observant in every previous trial, suddenly were taking the lead. Teen tried to intervene but was scorned by Lilia's look of concern. Not wanting the Teenager to get in the middle of the two angered witches. Your glare pierced the potion "What about a slap on the wrist? Go on, Minerva, what you going to do to stop us?" A slap rang through the air. Alice gasped and covered her mouth at the sight of you standing over the potions witch with a dangerous glint in your eyes. Jennifer held her cheek. You just.. just smacked her. You sneered as the pink witch recovered from your backhand. She went to slap you back, but you caught her hand. "Minerva!" She yelled in anger. 

Without warning, she took a chunk of your hair and pulled down. You yelled in pain. Your claw like nails scratched at her skin as you both tumbled to the ground. Lilia's eyes widened as she cringed at the display. You were in no condition to be rolling around the ground like dog. Especially with Jen. Teen guided her back as you and Jennifer continued to throw limps at each other. You managed to scrap your way on top and pin her hands, kneeing the potions witch in the ribs. A smirk left you. "Is that all you got, kale?" You hissed with a snarky smirk. You couldn't make her out well enough. Not with the combination of pain, Your glasses lost on the road and the wound on your cheek. Lilia breathed heavily as she watched your position on top of potions witch. Her brows furrowed and her lips thin. A gentle very unnoticeable red on her cheeks. You suddenly felt arms snake around your waist, pulling you off of the Potions witch.

Rio gritted her teeth as she kept you restrained. You relaxed in her arms, unwillingly but you had no choice. Breathing heavily, Death let you go as she felt you ease. "W-where did Agatha go?" Alice asked hesitantly. You stood and brushed yourself down. The lights turned off and everyone was on alert. Out of breath, Jennifer called for Agatha, her tone daunting. You sneered at the young woman and looked to her forming bruising. Did she need another? "We need light." Alice whispered worried. 

Cringing, you tensed and slowly inched towards Lilia. Keeping the divination witch close. She seemed to gravitate towards you too. What was that sound... It sounded so close. "Does anyone else hear that?" Lilia asked, her eyes trying to see through the darkness. Before you knew it, Teen began to scream. Jumping you turned your head in his direction, following his light source up. You yelped in horror and grabbed Lilia as she screamed at the sight of Agatha's possessed form clinging to the roof. Suddenly, she jumped down, hissing at the group like a wild animal. Her body began to twist and bones began to crack. You gasped as you watched the sight of your mother chasing after Teen on all fours. Jennifer screamed at Agatha, drawing her attention. The possessed woman took Jennifer by the throat and began to chock her in a deathly tight grip. You felt a tug on your arm and followed Lilia to the wall's power box. Just in the Knick of time, Lilia restored the power. Fixing the lights but causing Agatha to disappear. 

Clutching onto each other like a lifeline, Lilia and yourself frowned. Taking in the room. Rio grew angry as she shout for Agatha. A light source began to come down from the stairs. You hissed and pulled Lilia behind you slightly. If there was anything that you and Rio shared, it was a hate for ghosts. As the ghost took full form, Lilia demanded it's name. "Evanora Harkness of the Salemites." You nearly laughed at  the ghost. Salemites. What a silly name... 

Agatha crawled up from the the balcony. "Hey, mom." She frowned with a bitterness. Flicking her now undone hair out of her face. "It was nice having you in my body for a second there..." She ached from the possession. Mom? This was her mom? "I've never felt so close to you before." She continued sarcastically.

Evanora rolled her eyes and floated towards the group. "My coven risked everything to kill her and you fools have willingly joined her!" The ghost bellowed. Angered. You gritted your teeth. 

"Stop embarrassing me in front of my friends, mom." Agatha covered her face, embarrassed. You cringed. Thankful it was Agatha that had raised you and not Evanora. 

Jennifer looked to Lilia for guidance, eyes begging on what to do. You frowned. You couldn't simply just banish her, unfortunately. "Emotion ties them to this plane." Lilia began, keeping everyone within arms reach. "They have unfinished business." She explained, concern laced in her gaze. 

Teen nodded then asked the ghost of Agatha's mother what she wanted. "You must finish the witches road... Without Agatha." The colour drained from your face. Lila sent a glance your way. Noticing your sudden fear. You had left Agatha before. You could live without her. But you left when she was alive and well. Safe. Her fate in her own hands. You didn't... you'd never leave her like this. Damn the road. "Leave her. With me." Rio, sharing your panic began to protest. Evanora sneered and hissed at Death with a hateful glare. You bit the inside of your cheeks and your lips became thin. 

Agatha began to inch down the the stairs. Calling her mother. Evanora turned back to Agatha, her chin held high. Agatha, in that moment, looked like a child. A rejected child... Much too similar to how you looked when Agatha had first found you and Michelle. So hurt and rejected but still clinging to that little rag of light someday someone would accept you and tell you that you were enough.  "Why do you hate me still?" She asked quietly, her voice cracking. 

"You were born evil." Your heart dropped at her mother's response. No child was born evil... "I ought to have killed you the moment you left my body." Your jaw dropped. That little spec of hope Agatha was clinging onto had vanished... You were frozen in place. 

"We have to go." Jennifer said suddenly, catching the group by surprise. Teen frowned and tried to protest. "No! No. There's no flood here... There's no fire. The only danger to us in this trial.. is Agatha Harkness." Your eyes narrowed at her comment as your own protests reached the potion witch's ear. "Oh, go choke on a hair ball, Minerva, you heard what she said." Jennifer bit back, and for a moment, you saw pity in her eyes. 

Still slightly offended, you mumbled under your breath. "I'll choke on a hair ball when you come up with a more creative insult." Lilia gave a weak smirk and stroked your arm. Your heart ached as Agatha began to beg to be taken with the coven. Evanora, wasting no time, began to possess Agatha once more. You called Agatha's name but it was a failed attempt.  Your eyes widened in fear but then the room glowed orange. Alice. You watched at the girl shot Agatha's form with a magical blast, sending the ghost of Evanora away. "Alice, stop it!" You yelled. You had seen this all before. And there never was a good ending. Lilia was taken a back, horrified at the sight before her. In an instant, Agatha began to absorb Alice's power. Lilia screamed for the girl but you pulled her away. Keeping her from approaching the two. Perhaps it was selfish... You knew it was. But you weren't going to risk Lilia for Alice..

As Agatha drained the young woman of her life force, Teen suddenly shouted the name that was woven into Agatha's terrors. Nicholas Scratch. Everything went still. An exit was revealed. Alice lay lifeless on the floor. Nothing but a withered corpse. The smell of death lingered in the air and you looked at Agatha's confused gaze. Agatha tried to approach, coming to realise what she had done and the price that was paid. Teen snapped at the older woman. "Don't touch her!" He cried. "She was protecting you... But you don't deserve it." He gripped Alice tighter. 

Agatha scanned the group, seeing their gazes of mistrust, hate and disgust. She teared up. "I didn't..." She was speechless. Overwhelmed, Agatha ran for the exit.

 You brows furrowed and you were about to go after her when Lilia grabbed your hand. Keeping you still. "Don't. Sometimes it's best to give space." She whispered and pulled you closer. Agatha's eyes lingered on that small movement before she disappeared.

--I_I<-)0(->I_I--

As you walked out of the trial, You stuck close to Lilia's side. As you passed Teen and Agatha, Lilia paused. "Death comes for us all..." She spoke softly. Like it was a comfort. You brows furrowed in confusion before you looked to Agatha. She went to speak but could not. You gave her a soft smile and placed your hand in hers. Given it a light squeeze. Teen glared at you. Alice had just died.... Yet you were comforting her. If the boy was being honest. He was unaware how much he could truly trust you. The more he saw you... The more Harkness you appeared instead  of Smith. and that, was a scary thought. 

As you followed Lilia, you noticed how upset Jennifer really was. You bit the inside of your cheeks and sat beside her. "I'm sorry." You whispered softly. "For giving you too many bruises to count... and for Alice. She was a good witch..." You smiled reassuringly. Jennifer didn't answer. She didn't have to. You had speculated that she and Alice were closer then most when it came to the coven.. Jennifer searched your eyes then continued to look at nothing. You got the message. Standing, you walked over to Lilia. She frowned and scanned your face. "Don't look at me like that, Calderu... I tried..." You frowned and put your hands in your pockets.

The older woman softened. "I know.." She was about to continue but her body tensed. Your own body mimicked her movements as your eye twitched. Something felt off. Your nose twitched and you transfigured into your tabby cat form. Inching towards the energy shift. You kept yourself low and unnoticed. Just as you got comfortable, you screeched in agony. Your tail! Damn it! You glared at what had stood on your tail and noticed Lilia and Jennifer storming towards Agatha. You climbed up a tree to get a better few. Your ears lowered at the sight. Agatha struggled as Lilia and Jen flung her off the road. Every instinct in your body told you to lay low. You got a glimpse of their eyes. Blue. far from the beautiful honey brown you were used to. Then, Teen flung the two witches off of the bank. You panicked and jumped off the tree and ran to the edge of the bank. You.... weren't sinking in this form...  Too light Perhaps? But, you were too late. The three witches were gone. You glanced around, claws digging into the soil. As you did this, you noticed Teen staring at you. Glaring, you lowered you body and hid in the bushes.

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here you goooo!

Hopefully this lives up

Thank you so much for reading 

[floshav]

want you so bad.

Peter Parker x fem! reader

summary: Peter likes Mj. You like Peter. Everyday is hell when they're both in each others vicinity and you're sitting right behind the madness. You're so close to professing your love for him but you keep it under wraps because it seems like an impossible feat.

Warnings: intense yearning, slight steamy scene, kissing, alluding to smut

He brings his hat down, pushing his fluffy bits of hair to flair out at the ends of his hat. You quirk your head to the side wondering who he was trying to hide from or who he saw. Yet it was no surprise to find that it was Mj.

She walked in with her curly, unruly hair which made her look so, so beautiful. The freckles which danced on her face making her glow and it made you jealous. Why did her natural beauty shine through more than your own? Why couldnt Peter see that in you. Why couldn't you see anything in yourself.

His eyes darted around the park outside your school and finally landed on you. You looked at him with a knowing expression.

"Don't need to play it cool Parker. The whole school can smell your crush from here." You smirk.

He scratches the back of his head and pretends like he doesn't know you till' he gives you a defeated look.

"Whatever you say y/n...." It only takes a few more moments before he breaks

He musters out a breathy whisper which you've heard a billion times before. "Is that really MJ?" Peter gravelly asked, hands at either side of his head, giving in to the fact that he was definitely head over heels for her.

You try to hold in a sigh, " Yes, Peter. It is MJ. For the hundredth time this week!" You yearn out, half joke half seriously.

Peters shoulder's tense up as a dorky smile carves his lips. "Is she looking our way? Or is her nerdy ass stuffed in a book." Peter asks with wide eyes. The eyes which you found so adorable, palpable yet so far from the personal touch of your own fingertips.

You slowly turned your head around to glimpse at the curly haired girl who was indeed lost in a book.

"Yea, shes reading her book." You say as you shoot Peter a tight smile and hate Mj for being the stereotypical mysterious girl. You Wondered if he could sense the hurt beneath you. Of course not. He was just a boy after all.

"I wonder how her long eyelashes feel against her eye bags as she slurs through the words. Or how the spine of the book feels as her soft fingers inch it to crack. Ugh, I just want to count every freckle on her beautiful face. Ya think she's ever thought of me before?" Peter began to ramble sweet nothings to himself as if you were giving him your utmost attention and not thinking about how stars practically lived in his eyes as he talked about her. How you wish he was talking about you.

You felt that familiar soul crushing, heart sinking feeling that you knew too well. The feeling that every boy you've ever liked has given you. The feeling of being so close yet so far away was the final blow.

He placed both his hands on either side of his face again and began to softly bite his lip as he giggled to himself stupidly.

"What're you thinking about Parker." You ask playfully trying to lighten the mood for yourself.

"Her lips... her eyes.... her hair." He smiled to himself so oblivious to the fact that every compliment he gave her was a dagger to your heart.

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2 months

2 months pass and Peter has started talking to Michelle. Instead of walking past him, she smiles, she waves occasionally and has even said small hi's to him. The progress aches your yearning heart further into abyss but you ignore it anyway. Michelle has a new glow to her, she radiates beauty and the colour yellow ever since they started conversing. While you stay stagnant, radiating a plain old indistinguishable grey.

You're in Peters room, you two have just finished a major lego piece you've been putting off and the nights going great.

buzz

There goes your night you think to yourself.

Peter picks up his phone only to reveal his dorky smile again. Hes immediately stuck like glue and you hate it. You hate her. Even though you shouldnt, you couldnt care less.

You lay beside him as he smiles at his phone when in fact he should be smiling at you.

You snatch his phone and crush it, crush it to bits imagining it was Michelle jones, every bit of it Gone. gone to dust.

you snap out of your fantasy and return to see him stuck in her spiders web.

"Hey Peter" you coon

"Whats up?" He sets his phone aside and turns to face you.

Unknowingly you inch closer, and closer but the gap is barely noticeable.

Your eyes flicker down to his lips and you take in a breath. He notices the subtle gesture and his mind wanders.

"Have you ever wondered.." You trail off

"Wondered.....?" He repeated

"Wondered what it'd be like to.."

"to... kiss someone." You shyly whisper knowing you both haven't had your first kisses.

"I think it'd be amazing. Especially with someone you like. Imagine the feeling, the sparks flying. Just everything put into place." He says as he searches your eyes for a deeper meaning behind your facade.

"Yea... Someone you like." Your heart pounds solemnly at the thought that you'd never share your first kiss with your first love because he was tangled up in a love story of his own.

"Why'd you ask?"

"Just... felt like it."

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a month passes since that conversation and you see Peters lips locked onto Mj's as they share soft kisses beside the vending machine. You should feel happy for him but he's all you've ever wanted and you've just lost him. You want to scream, shout, cry but you don't have it in you anymore. You just don't care.

Peter pulls away and Mj has a wide smile plastered on her face. Something you rarely ever see from her. Your mind wanders to what Peters lips would feel like. Soft.. Plush and warm. The wetness of lips on lips makes you aroused. The sounds he'd make if you did something a little more. He was seemed like the type you thought to yourself. The way his face would be so flushed after you'd litter him with affection and kisses. Him gaining more confidence as you went on. Mj watching on the side. You hadn't even realised a dampening form on your panties until you shifted around. You wanted him so so bad, but all you could do was watch from the side.

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Non- Mission Essential (John Price x Reader)

John owes Kate a dinner and makes good on his promise. You are introduced to people from John's work life.

3k words

CW: swearing

This work is part of the S.N.A.F.U series, the Masterlist is pinned to my blog

The restaurant is based off a real one that exists elsewhere in the world. It's a sumptuous affair so it's sprawled over two chapters.

If it wasn't clear that I grew up before cell phones, this chapter should solidify that. I'm roughly the same vintage as John and can confirm life before caller ID and knowing who is calling.

Feedback welcome!

The evening is lit up by streetlamps by the time you arrive at the Chop House for dinner, the cold air heavy with threatening snow. The sidewalks gleam wet under the streetlamps and headlights of the passing traffic. John looks dapper in a dark grey three-piece suit, the tie and handkerchief patterned with a deep green that compliments your dress. You had smugly assumed John would be the problem tonight, his gaze heating every time he caught a glimpse of velvet stretched over your curves as you got ready.

He had been preoccupied with getting himself dressed so he had missed your initial lingerie selection, a strapless bra and no panties – the dress too tight for anything else without showing lines. Not much escapes the big man’s notice but you are thankful that seems to have flown under his radar, although with his inclination to be handsy with you, you wonder how long your luck will hold. As it turns out, however, the tailored lines of his suit keep drawing your eye, distracting you completely. His broad shoulders fill out the jacket like it was molded to his measurements with exacting precision. He’s caught you out twice so far, not paying attention at all to what he’s saying, wrapped up in fantasies that glaze over your eyes. The second time he smiled deeply, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he gently jolted you out of your X-rated daydream to put your high heels on. You’re wearing a long black pea coat over your dress, the velvet doing a decent job of keeping your legs warm as you step out into the cool night air.

You share a secret smile with him when he helps you out of the car, the valet waiting for the door to close behind you before taking the car to be parked. You have butterflies in your stomach, wanting to make a good impression on these women. John spoke highly of both of them, although he’s only worked with Kate. His presence is soothing, an anchor to your tumultuous anxieties. You run your hand over the front of his jacket, unnecessarily smoothing his lapels down, letting your eyes wander over the material wrapped around his deltoid.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that-”

John’s voice is pitched low, for your ears only, but he gets cut off by someone calling his name. You’re slightly disappointed you don’t get to hear the rest of the threat, John’s hand landing low on your back, steering you forward.

“Kate. Michelle.”

A pair of women step towards you, one dirty blonde with shorter hair and the other slightly taller, wearing her dark, thick, curly hair slicked back, gathered into a high bun at the top of her head. It creates a halo effect, framing her face beautifully. John greets them both with brief hugs before introducing you first to Kate, the blond, and then her wife, Michelle. Kate has no jewellery aside from a wedding ring that you can see, but Michelle has golden hoop earrings that complement her honey skin and her matching wedding ring. As John advised earlier you forgo air kisses for shaking hands with them both, Kate’s grip is firm where Michelle’s is gentle.  

“Shall we?”

Kate asks, her accent not as twangy as you had anticipated. John leads the way, holding the door open for your group as you file in behind him. You hand your coat over to the attendant at the coat room, waiting for the rest of the group to do the same. Kate is wearing a suit herself, a dark blue with black silk lining the slim lapels and a crisp black button-down shirt. Michelle is wearing a retro off the shoulder A-line cocktail dress, thick pleats of navy-blue fabric gathered around the waist of the skirt creating a classic feminine silhouette. A chunky gold necklace matches her earrings and catches the subdued lighting.

“Oh, I love your dress!”

Michelle says as she turns to rejoin you after handing over her own coat. You feel heat crawl over your cheeks, shooting a look at John before thanking her and telling her you were just admiring hers. John looks smug, and his hand resettles on your lower back, sparking the low simmering desire in your belly. A part of you knows you will never be able to wear this dress again without thinking of him, buried deep inside you and telling you he thought of you wearing it when he was alone, off working somewhere in the world. John’s warm hand stays on your lower back, a tactile reminder of those recent erotic memories until you reach your table, when he pulls your chair out for you.

The restaurant is styled in classic old-world opulence, the wingback chairs wrapped in leather and the table tops made of marbled quartz.  Kate repeats the gesture for Michelle, pulling out the chair opposite yours for her to sit. John and Kate exchange a look you don’t understand before taking their own seats. John sits beside you, looking like the cat that got the cream. Kate notices as well.

“You’re looking well John.”

John looks up from the drink menu, casting an assessing eye over Kate before responding.

“Been resting up at home the last few days. Are you looking forward to getting home soon, Michelle?”

John redirects the conversation, and you smile to yourself. You know better, his definition of ‘resting’ in this context broad enough to include making dinner every night and doling out regular toe-curling orgasms.     

“The townhome Kate’s work puts us up in when we’re here is starting to feel like home. It’s the weather I can’t get used to. This wet cold is the worst.”

Both Kate and John make sounds of agreement, but you’ve never been anywhere with any other type of cold. Isn’t snow just frozen water?

“What’s a dry cold? How is that better?”

You venture and John turns to answer but Kate beats him to it.

“A wet cold means you have to dry out first before you can warm up. Dry cold doesn’t have the moisture in the air.”

“Doesn’t get in to your bones in the same way, love.”

John adds. Kate’s face softens for a brief moment before she carries on. Her delivery style is no-nonsense but kind.

“You only really get dry cold in places with low precipitation.”

You already know better than to ask how they know this, assuming it’s something learned first-hand. You’re realizing, not for the first time, that there is a significant part of John’s life that you aren’t privy to. Silently you wonder if Michelle is equally left in the dark about her wife’s work life.

“Is it a dry cold where you live then?”

“Washington gets its fair share of precipitation but it’s nothing compared to this country. It’s a good thing the rental comes with umbrellas ‘cause we didn’t pack any.”

Michelle answers you, and you smile at her quip, agreeing that they’re more necessity than accessory here. The waiter stops by, delivering the menus and water. John looks at you for your drink order so you don’t have to raise your voice across the table and you ask for a glass of full-bodied red, letting John choose on your behalf. Kate notices everything, her vigilance reminding you somewhat of John’s inability to relax in crowded spaces. John orders himself a single malt whiskey and your glass of wine and Kate orders a gin and tonic but Michelle sticks to water which elicits a remark from John.

“Rough night last night?”

“No, we have a Doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Trying to keep the system primed. Want it to take this time. As much as I love our semi-regular jaunts across the pond, I’m ready to sit a few out.”

“You complain about not having direct access to Gregg’s sausage rolls when we’re home for longer than two weeks.” Kate deadpans, unconvinced by her wife’s statement.  

“I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you, that’s exciting.”

John ignores Kate, and Michelle rewards his discernment with a smile. He turns to you and explains the doctor in question is a fertility doctor which crystalizes your understanding of the conversation.

“That’s very exciting! Congratulations, I hope it works out for you tomorrow. You must have a generous boss to let you travel as much as it sounds like you do.”

Michelle grins, her excitement palpable.

“Thank you, I’m nervous but looking forward to it. As far as bosses go, I own my own consulting business; I do environmental data analysis so I can work from anywhere and generate my reports. I have some university students who work in placements doing the data collecting and then we assimilate it and generate a report.”

“Oh, that’s interesting!”

“Yes, and varied, each project is a new challenge. I love it.”

“She’s highly sought after in the area, there are a lot of National Parks nearby. A lot of businesses have to do impact studies if they’re operating in or near the parks.”

Kate clarifies for you, pride bleeding into her tone.

“Well, that’s lovely, built in clientele. Is that how you two met?”

Michelle tips her head back and laughs as her wife turns slightly red, but smirks nonetheless.

“No, we met in a bar in Annapolis, her boyfriend at the time was being an asshole and I de-escalated the situation.”

Kate supplies, and you suspect that’s not entirely true given Michelle’s bout of laughter. Once she’s calmed herself, she colours in Kate’s bare bones explanation.

“I was dating a man who had a delicate ego-“

Kate scoffs but holds her tongue when Michelle shoots her a look.

“-and he didn’t like that I was thinking of quitting my job at the time to start this business. He didn’t think I could make a go of it and was going to blow my life savings. Kate listened to him berate me for about ten minutes at the bar before she brought her beer over and joined us, without asking, and proceeded to counter every negative thing that man said with a potential positive. You should have seen his face. She talked me up so much I ended up leaving the bar with her that night and broke up with him the next day. I’d never dated a woman before but the confidence was so sexy, I was like a deer in the headlights. Couldn’t look away. Still can’t.”

“Aw! that’s the definition of sweeping you off your feet-“

Kate changes the topic you before you can comment any further, clearly uncomfortable with being the object of praise.

“So, how did you and John meet?”

“Oh, nothing as romantic as that. John was mates with a boy I was seeing at the time.”

It’s John’s turn to scoff but unlike Kate he doesn’t hold his tongue, adding his two cents to the story.

“Boy is right, his mouth was writing cheques his ass couldn’t cash.”

“John.”

You admonish gently, more to keep him from getting worked up about something that happened over two decades ago than anything. He sits back, gesturing for you to continue as the waiter returns with the drinks. You wait until John requests some more time with the menus before continuing, taking your wine out of his outstretched hand smoothly as you speak.

“John found out his mate had been harassing me after we broke up. Following me home from school. Waiting for me outside shops, not taking no for an answer when I told him to leave me alone. Repeatedly calling my home and asking for me even after I told him I was done. Making my life a general hell. John caught him bullying me on the way home one day after he got back from basic training. He’d been hanging around waiting for his mates to let out from school and watched my ex badger me down the lane. John got into a fist fight with him about it. Broke his cheekbone. The ass left me alone after that but John gave me his number in case he started following me around again and we stayed in touch after that.”

John sips his whiskey, seemingly satisfied with your version of events. Kate is clearly not, however.

“How come you weren’t charged with assault? None of that is in your transcript. If the MP’s got wind of it, it would have been.”

Kate asks, clearly mystified. You can’t help but note that she’s read John’s transcript and wonder what else she knows about his life.

“The lad’s parents were convinced that the natural consequences were better than their son standing trial for a stalking charge that had multiple eyewitnesses.”

“Who convinced his parents?”

It’s your turn to ask, never having considered that part before and John slides you an even look before he answers.

“My father.”

“Ah. Well, that tracks.”

John hums in agreement with you and Kate looks from you to John and back again.

“Sounds romantic to me.”

Michelle offers and you can feel heat creeping over your face again. You had been given a front row seat to a bloody and painful exchange; it had never occurred to you to think of it as romantic. Heroic maybe, but you had attributed that to your gratefulness of having the harassment finally put to a stop.

“John was just doing the right thing. We stayed mates for years after that. We only started dating a few months ago.”

You explain to Michelle but the back of your mind is now trying to rehash the past for clues of John’s feelings. Was it romantic that he beat up your ex? As if the man in question can read your racing mind he reaches over and rests a big hand on your tense thigh, his thumb stroking over the velvet in tiny circular motions. The distraction works and redirects your attention to the present moment in time to catch Kate’s words.

“Sounds like John. Can’t watch a situation go sideways without mixing in.”

She’s looking at John with the hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. The man beside you doesn’t argue, raising his whiskey in salute to the dirty blonde.

“So, you’ve known each other for a while then?”

Michelle gets the conversation back on track, her eyes bouncing between you and John.

“Oh lord, yes. I couldn’t have been more than 15 or 16 when all that went down? Put me right off dating for a while. My brother would tease me that I’d be a spinster.”

“You have a brother? What was he doing when you were being harassed?”

Kate is indignant on your behalf which is endearing, considering you barely know the woman.

“He thought it was funny. He’d answer the phone and tell me it was one of my girlfriends to get me to pick up. He’s younger than me, so thought it was all a good laugh to see me scared. My parents thought it was just teen drama and told me to sort it out myself. They both worked and weren’t around much.”

John’s hand squeezes your thigh before retreating, a comforting warmth rolling through you at his easy familiarity in front of his friends. You shoot him a smile as the waiter returns to the table to take orders. Unsurprisingly, John makes the most of this opportunity and orders a porterhouse steak. You and Michelle both order smaller servings of filet mignon, and Kate surprises you by requesting a lobster and steak combo. The women seated across from you exchange a glance, Michelle clearly wanting to say something about Kate’s ambitious selection. You hide the smile that wants to erupt behind a sip of your wine at the unspoken conversation happening across the table.

“How’s your wine, darling?”

John’s eyes are on your hand, wrapped around the stem of the wineglass you are holding aloft. You’ve painted your nails a deep red, matching your lipstick, the contrast against the green of your velvet gown eye-catching. You finally let the smile that’s been threatening to creep across your face loose, John’s distraction a small victory as far as you’re concerned.

“Very good, French this time?”

You ask, his interest in all things food and drink related an endless source of fascination to you. You suspect it’s partly due to the military food he’s been eating for half his life that drives his taste to the more refined when he’s given a choice. You trust his judgement and he’s rarely steered you wrong.

“Spanish, small vineyard.”

Kate’s new line of questioning interrupts your reply to John.  

“So, you have a younger brother, what about your parents? Are they still together?”

You feel your heart drop, even though you’ve fielded this question many times over the years. It never seems to get any easier for you, nor have you developed a simple way to gloss over the loss to make it more palatable. You set the wineglass down on the table while you take a breath, forcing the smile that was stretched across your face back in to place.

“Yes, they were killed by a drunk driver in a head on collision. I’m told it was instantaneous.”

Michelle’s gasp has the smile slipping but you rally, John straightening up in concern at your side.

“Shit – I’m sorry-”

Kate tries to apologize but it’s your turn to interject, waving her concern off.

“No, it was years ago now. It’s fine, I just never know how to casually slip that in when it comes up. I’m going to freshen up before dinner arrives, excuse me, won’t you?”

Your heart is thrumming against your breastbone as you stand up, John half out of his chair before your palm on his shoulder stops him. You just need a moment alone to take a few deep breaths and recenter yourself. John’s concerned hovering will only muddy your waters.

“It’s alright, I’ll be right back.”

You reassure him quietly, your voice thin against the sudden wave of emotion. Your fingers squeeze the broad muscle of his shoulder before weaving your way across the large room to the bathrooms. You don’t have to look behind you to know John’s eyes are following you, you can feel the heat of his gaze on your back sending pinpricks of awareness through you.

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request: fem! reader, romantic, one shot. so the idea was the rise! boys (individual.) with a s/o who has thick unruly hair that curls after being wet. (like.. if their hair was at their shoulder blades it would curl to above their shoulder.. speaking from experience) the reader always straightens their hair bc they find the curls kind of ugly?? and in some turn of events the readers hair gets wet and curls in front of em and get all embarrassed but they are consoled or sumthin!! very fluffy idea and it's not super deep :^( soz!

🝮 “ errand day ”

rise!boys x curly-haired!y/n

author’s note: no need to apologize, love :33 but wow this one took me a bit. I didn’t know if I wanted to do it cause I have straight hair, so this required investigation, interviewing, and research! Hopefully my findings resulted in a relatable read 😎 the request was for a fem!y/n, so there are some tidbits indicating feminine identity :))

word count: 4.9k

The schedule for today was nothing special, just a couple of errands and a visit to some oddball friends of yours. Going over the to-do list for today, you hummed under the warm water and scrubbed shampoo through each layer of your thick curls. Dread washed over you through fatigued arms, tired from hovering over your head and getting to work.

With a huff, you plopped conditioner into your hand, thudded the bottle down onto its shelf, and then worked the conditioner from the middle and end of your hair. How much easier would this whole thing be if your hair was straight—quicker, too. No need to walk through layers, ensuring each section got ample cleansing, just a simple touch and go. 15 minutes flat, and you’re out!

But no, here you were, having passed through more than enough songs in your shower playlist to constitute well over an hour.

“ What a bother.. ”

You mumbled, turning the nozzle for the shower straight to off and tugging down a shirt to scrunch your hair dry with. With a towel wrapped to dry the rest of you, you stepped out onto the bath mat, stared at the products, blow dryer, and straightener eagerly awaiting your daily routine, and felt your shoulders get even heavier.

Look at the bright side, surely you’ll grow muscles eventually from this, right? Having your arms up all the time, getting to work on such an unruly, mind-of-it’s-own head of hair?

Right?

After almost two hours of working your magic of taming the beast into straight, silky locks, you finally were released from that lab of a bathroom, ready to venture out and begin your errand run. First on the list, groceries! Your fridge was running pretty dry, and that just wouldn’t do, now would it?

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Mikey 💌

It wouldn’t truly be Mikey if you weren’t given periodical check-ups, messages asking how it’s going—and it definitely wouldn’t be Mikey if responding to these messages didn’t instantly open the door to any old conversation in the book.

♡ MICHEL

how successful is the grocery run

YOU

they were somehow out of bread? How is that even possible? The whole bread aisle, gone?

♡ MICHEL

ohhh…

ur not going to like this

[sent an image]

You gawked at your phone upon being sent a selfie stating your dearest, Mikey, and some sort of… giant loaf? Behind him?

YOU

Dang

Can you save me some bread off him?

♡ MICHEL

Gross

But tempting…

Maybe! ᗡᗡ:

You shook your head and pocketed your device, continuing to rummage through the aisles for the last items on your list. At least they have everything else. Unless some sort of “ Milk & Eggs ” monster intends to turn its head in your direction. With a cart full and a list fully crossed out, you went on forth to pay, bag, and head back to base to drop off the goods! Next on the list was going to b—

“ Y/N! ”

There was no chance to respond or even look before you were swept up in familiar arms. Grip tight on the plastic bags, a scream got caught in your throat as your eyes locked with Mikey’s. Why hadn’t he told you the battle closed in on where you were? Not a text or a call? He placed you down a couple streets later, flicking his nunchucks to return to the battlefield—but, not without planting a kiss on your cheek.

“ Sorry, didn’t want you to become toast! ”

With a wink, he shot off, and your hand dove for your phone to send a text.

Of course, that’s when you saw the incoming messages.

NOTIFICATIONS

You have four new messages!

———————————————————

♡ MICHEL 1m ago

I SEE U, GOING 2 GET U K?

♡ MICHEL 3m ago

Aw man, Savers Saturday, look, Doughy’s made it … (expand message)

♡ MICHEL 4m ago

You’re at Anchor’s Market, aren’t you?

♡ MICHEL 4m ago

Are you on Fourth and Avenue?

… Alright, so maybe he won’t get chewed out. You laughed lightly, continuing home to drop off groceries when suddenly a blur zipped straight past you and completely drilled through the wall beside you. Stunned silent, you slowly followed its aim of trajection to see none other than “ ♡ Michel~ “ getting launched down Fourth street, taking parts of the street with him.

So much for not becoming toast, huh?

“ Mikey! ”

You rushed to his side after he hadn’t popped straight up like usual. He was a bit dazed, staring at the sky when you approached.

“ Whoa.. what a pretty Angel.. ”

“ Why you—shut up, you flirt, are you okay? ”

“ I am now.. ”

He groaned, taking your hand as you helped him up. Leaning against you for a second, he inhaled sharply then jumped up.

“ Alright, I’m ready! Oh, but you’re too close to the fight, Y/N, I should—“

You shushed him with your index against his lips, shaking your head then pointing at the rather large… behemoth… Breadhemoth? No? Okay.

“ I’ll be fine, just focus on thaaAAHH! ”

Your eyes trailed up to yet another projectile, this time zeroed in on Mikey, and he was quick to pull you close and turn with his back to the bullet.

With a heavy THUNK, the bread ammo bounced off his shell and managed to pulverize a fire hydrant right beside you both. Right as the water spouted out, the creature neared. Alongside it came Mikey’s brothers, whose attention zeroed in on the geyser shooting from the damaged hydrant.

“ Michael, you genius! ”

Shouted his brother, Donatello, as he gestured to the water. The brother in red, Raph, followed his point and nodded, slamming his fists together with a grin.

“ Right, water will make this big guy all soggy! ”

Just as they instantly went along with this plan, Mikey was a step away from joining before all his boyfriend senses shot off at once. Subtle sniffling reached his ears, and he was quick to whirl back around to make sure you hadn’t been hurt.

While physically intact, you were sopping wet, and it was then that his attention trailed straight to your hair.

“ St—Stop LOOKING, Mikey! ”

Your hands rose to feebly hide the growing lion’s mane, your straightened curls frizzing like an aggravated cat’s fur. All those hours of work, ruined by some run-of-the-mill New York trouble—and in front of your boyfriend of all people, who had yet to see your hair’s natural state. Before that sight, you expected disgust or, or insults—something! Anything, along the same caliber as you thought when you would see such thick curls in the mirror.

Instead, the opposite came. A soft voice and delicate touch, grasping for your wrists and gently bringing them away from your face. You flinched, jerking them back, but his motions remained. Soon, you relented and let him move your hands back to your sides.

“ Hey, Y/N, it’s okay. Did that scare you? ”

Picking up on what might’ve actually upset you, he danced around it, and you simply averted your gaze.

“ Your hair—“

“ Don’t. ”

“ No, it’s—I love it. ”

You stiffened, taken aback beyond belief. It was a reaction unlike any you had expected. Many people before him had less than savory words to say, like “ fix that rats nest before you go out! ” or “ wow, you’re not even going to try? ”, or even “ wow, bad hair day? ”.

Never love, though. He loved your hair? Even, even in such a sopping, frizzy state?

“ You’re fibbing.. ”

Your lips quivered into a pout, and inadvertently you tugged for your wrists to be free.

He let go, but only to wipe clear your rolling tears. Mikey leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead, tucking and brushing some unruly clumps of hair out of your face.

“ Of course I do, just look at it? There’s a bit of heat damage, but for the most part it’s so long and healthy! What’s not to love? You should wear it like this more, in fact! ”

With such a genuine, beaming smile, there was no doubt in your mind whether he was telling the truth or not. Through in and through out, he loved your hair..

Maybe..

Maybe you could learn to love it, too…?

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Raph 💌

Would it really be an errand run without Raph jumping to the opportunity to tag along in some way, shape, or form? Albeit out of the public eye, down winding roads with narry a soul in sight, Raph accompanied you on the trek to Silver Market. Partly to spend whatever time he could with you, partly to protect you from whatever threats lurked down New York streets—no matter the hour!—, and partly because he just didn’t fancy the idea of you carrying heavy groceries home alone.

Not like you minded any of these things. His time was always appreciated—so, you snuck a kiss on the cheek just before the Market’s street.

“ I’ll try to be quick, okay? ”

“ Take ya time, Y/N, ‘m in no rush. ”

He returned the kiss, stepping back to meld into the shadows in a way that never ceased to amaze you. … or scare, if even just a teensy bit, because how the hell?

But whatever, you turned on your heel and ducked into the air conditioned market to begin going down your list.

At the same time, Raph waited outside, watching the people pass by, none the wiser of his presence. His eyes trailed to the sky above, noting the diminishing sunlight. Odd, considering the hour, but as his eyes caught the darkened clouds, it made total sense. It must’ve been bad weather moving in.

Raph turned to the alley’s entrance, searching for you. As a smile crept on his dreamy, dazed expression, he couldn’t help but think of how much happier he was when you were brought up. Without fail, the thought of your cute li’l self brought smiles for days. And who would he be, if he didn’t fight to protect you?

See, he and his brothers used to fight for the sole purpose of protecting the New York people, but after meeting you?

Well, he couldn’t help but be driven to clear the streets of crime just so that you would have a safe place to be. Evil-doers should always beware of a hero with something to protect, because he would stop at nothing—

Nothing. He thought, watching you finally peek the corner and rush over, to ensure you stayed safe.

You trotted down the alley, looking every which way for him. Assumedly he would have stayed here, right? Unless something happened? You fished out your phone, two seconds from shooting out a text to get his attention when a shifting of shadows caught your eye. Of course, you smiled as your beloved hero stepped out with a toothy grin, you should have known he was staying there.

“ I finished! ”

“ Raph can tell. Let me help—“

He bent down, slipping the bags from your hand with ease, and purposely leaving you with the lightest one. You rolled your eyes playfully and began walking the way back. It wasn’t long before you noticed the dark overcast, not the distant rumbling as you looked over your shoulder towards its direction. It’s going to rain soon, you thought, twirling your straightened locks in your fingers.

“ Yer nervous. Scared o’thunder? ”

You shoved Raph away, laughing, as he neared you with that goofy grin of his.

“ You could say that. More like I just don’t want to get wet. ”

He nodded thoughtfully, picking up the slack.

“ Then let’s get movin’ ”

Despite the quickened pace, the rain was faster and eventually caught up with you both right before you reached the steps of your complex. Both of you rushed in, slamming the door behind you and breathing heavily from the sprint. Slouched over with your hands resting against your knees, you couldn’t help but notice the cascading locks that were curling up. Grocery bags thudding against the floor as your hands made quick work to push the hair behind you, out of your face in a feeble attempt to hide it behind you. As lighting illuminated the room, it’s loud KAKOOM echoing, Raph noticed your uncharacteristic quietness.

“ Y/N? ”

Raph rose to full height once he caught his breath, watching you with a confused look as your face flushed with embarrassment. Tears welled up and fell down your cheeks in large globs, immediately startling him.

“ Wh—! What’sa matter, Suga’? ”

Just as lightning flashed outside, Raph was right in front of you with his forearm resting against the door. Leaning down, his hand held your face delicately and wiped away the tears.

“ Is it the storm? ”

You shook your head, pushing him away. Realistically you could never move him, but of course he wouldn’t do anything to upset you, thus letting himself be knocked aside. Raph watched your frame retreat deeper into the apartment, likely to your room, and waited a couple moments before he pursued.

It wasn’t hard to pick up the soft sobs over the rain, but soon a gentle knock on your door roused your attention.

“ Go away, Raph.. ”

You slurred your words through tears, rubbing them away while cursing your ruined hair.

“ Y/N, suga’ please, can Raph come in.. ”

No fair, you thought as your hand reached for the door knob, he knew using a voice that gentle would always get to you.. With a subtle click, the door would creak open until finally the green and red peeked in. He found you on the floor and sat.

“ Oh.. Is it ya hair? ”

Cocking his head curiously, you couldn’t help but sneer and avert your gaze. That was answer enough, apparently, since he seemed to exhale and mutter “ thank pizza supreme ”. Confused, you stared at him with enraged sadness. He was thankful? Glad you were upset about your hair? You opened your mouth to chew him out, only to be tugged into his lap and hugged.

“ I was worried it was sum worse. Why’s ya hair the problem, ‘cuz ‘s not so straight no more? ”

The gentleness with which he twirled his finger in your hair had quelled your anger if not just a teensy bit.

“ Yeah, it’s… It’s hideous, unruly, I hate my curls! ”

Your hands rose to yank on the curls that dared rear their heads from the rain, but big warm hands caught yours before they could.

“ Ya hate ‘em? But suga’, they’re a part a’ya, and I love all o’you. What’s to hate? ”

Sending it wasn’t a question but rather a statement, you held your tongue and watched him.

“ The way they frame ya face, how they have no single direction, well I’d be damned to not love ya in any form, Y/N. Ya hair makes ya look like some cute vixen, and they, well.. ”

He seemed a bit bashful, escaping your gaze and shifting his view to all over the room instead.

“ I like ‘em cause they remind me a’my spiky shell, what with how they jump out atcha! ”

With a beaming smile that big, you couldn’t help but snort and bury your face in his chest.

“ You goof.. ”

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Leo 💌

Leo wasn’t one to let you go long without hearing from him, but as you ran your errands and eventually made it back home, the silence on his line had been a bit unnerving. So, with the produce shuffled into your fridge, cabinets restocked, and every inch of the house replenished to all its glory, you swiped up your phone and gave him a ring.

“ Alright, tough guy, what’s the deal? ”

You playfully growled, tapping your fingers along the counter as he sputtered confusedly at the end of the line.

“ All day, and not a word from you? What am I, chopped liver? Doesn’t the sweetest girlfriend to New York’s hero deserve even a little bit of ‘phone blowing-up’ treatment? ”

The laugh on the other side was enough to enliven you. Leo continued talking, so you straightened up and made your way to the couch before stopping to almost a skidding halt.

“ Wait, you’re where—?! ”

Looking to the window behind your TV, the silhouette on the fire escape made a scream catch in your throat. It was none other than Leo, who hung up and came in after sliding open the window.

“ I said I’m here, now get on your finest swimsuit, mi amor, for I have found the world’s greatest spot! ”

“ Wh—Leo, What?! It’s—“

You whirled around, staring at the clock displayed on your oven.

“ It’s 8 pm, Leo, can’t it wait til tomorrow? ”

“ Nonsense, now hurry and change before I change you myself. ”

His hands grab your shoulders, tugging until you’re at the door of your room. He taps, faking as though he’s wiping dust off, then gives you a push into the room. Leo winks before closing the door, likely waiting right outside for you, so you kick away an imaginary rock and start to change.

“ NoNsEnSe, he says.. ”

Grumbled under your breath, you adjust the straps on your top while in the mirror. Once done, your focus settles on your hair, still in moderately good condition from this morning’s straightening. Better safe than sorry, you conclude, as you neatly pull your hair up with a bandana that just so happened to match your top. Strands are tucked away before you give a curt nod and go to open the door.

“ I heard that, by the way. ”

Leo looks down at you with a side eye, grinning as you roll your eyes.

“ Whatever, lead the way, bully. ”

One second, you’re standing in the hallway of your New York apartment, the next second you’re staring across an inky lake that’s captured the sky’s likeness, with stars rippling like fish on it’s surface. A gentle breeze rolled by, tugging at your hand, beckoning you forwards to greet the water. Stress, fatigue, even fear slip off your shoulders, as though the lake itself were taking the uncomfortable coat off to hang up on a hook.

“ Leo… ”

Your voice was meek, paling in comparison to the sight laid out before you.

Leo smiled, letting you take in the view a bit longer. He stepped down the dock, it’s creaking catching your ear as he neared its end. Even the groaning wood under the weight of its visitors was charming.

“ I’m waiting.”

Leo smirked, standing in his signature “ go on, applaud me—PRAISE me ” pose. You simply rolled your eyes and approached him, dropping down to sit at the dock’s edge. Your feet dipped into the abyss, met by a crisp temperature that begged your immersion into the depths.

“ Fine, this is pretty good.. YOU did good, though I could’ve been spared the on-the-spot forced dress-up. ”

The water was disturbed by Leo leaping in, to which you shielded yourself from the splash back. He was greeted by you scolding him for not giving a warning, brushing it off with laughter.

The night air was filled with banter between two lovebirds, with Leo trying his damndest to coax you in with him, and you’re dodging each with yet another quip. As the minutes melted into hours, the stars couldn’t help but focus on you both. Their lights reflected in your eyes, blinding Leo into a lovesick haze as he couldn’t do anything but just..

stare…

“ What, is there something on my face? ”

Confused, your hands searched your face, tucking aside a strand. Inspection complete, nothing out of the ordinary, you looked back to Leo and found his expression had shifted to a more devious one.

Uh oh.

You somehow knew what was coming next.

“ Leo—Leo, no, don’t you dare—-“

His hand shot out, grabbing yours.

“ LEO—NO, NOOOOO—!!! ”

Yanked forth, the world seemed to slow down as you screamed out, plunged under. Your eyes peeled open, stinging slightly, but catching a glimpse of the purest enjoyment painted across your boyfriend’s face.

As you both resurfaced, with his laugh now audible, you gave a huff and wiped tears and dripping water from your face.

“ You play too much, Leo, I said no! ”

His expression dimmed, dropping like a fallen curtain as he watched you grab the floating bandana. Enraged, hurt eyes glared at him, but he couldn’t focus at all on them as your hair began curling into the most gorgeous display he had ever laid eyes on. This was the first time he saw your hair this way, not straightened, but rather..

“ And stop staring, I know it’s ugly! ”

“ Stop that. ”

“ Wh—? ”

Stunned, you looked to him. There was no hate in his eyes, no disgust or repulsion. Your frizzy curls were there, bright as day, yet here he was staring at you as if your beauty never faltered…

“ Stop calling yourself ugly—frankly it’s an insult to me, the king of gorgeous faces who would never dare date an ugly woman—but even worse, it’s an insult to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever had the pleasure of calling mine. ”

Leo’s hand cupped your cheek, pulling you in to plant a kiss on your lips.

“ But, how—why aren’t they ugly to you? ”

“ Uh, because I said so, that’s why. ”

“ That’s n—LEO! ”

Definitely done as a move to win this argument, Leo’s arms wrapped around yours firmly. Your body lifted straight out of the water before being dunked unceremoniously.

While your hair was already wet, he didn’t have to make it more wet!

┆ ── ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — Donnie 💌

By the time your errands adjourned, it was a quarter past 4, and you were heading home. The walk had been rather tame, as quiet as it could be for a city regularly wrecked by mutants, aliens you name it. Today would have gone down in the books as the most normal, had you not gotten a message from your beloved requiring your presence at the soonest available time. Something about a new project coming to its end?

Whatever it was, you shot off a response that said your company would come once groceries were up. The other errands planned for the day could wait, especially since you were just itching to see whatever it could be that had him so needy for you to be in the lab.

“ Bags empty, trash cleared away, house—“

You gave a once-over to your living room and kitchen countertops before nodding with a hum of approval. It would appear that Donnie’s chariot would arrive, post-haste, without a second to spare.

Thus, keys in pocket, jacket donned, and shoes tied, you left your apartment complex and made your way towards the least shadiest alleyway to simply “ disappear into. ”

In record time, you were approaching the lair from the winding underground pathways, and giving quick hellos to each brother you passed. Your being in the lair wasn’t exactly a rare sight, but whenever you were here, it was usually always for Donnie. So, none of the brothers would really hold you long—lest they wanted to risk a brotherly wrath.

“ Donnie~? ”

Your sing-songy call was accompanied by a rapping upon his lab’s doors, which slid open shortly after with a “ fwssh ” and gust of smoke. You coughed, wafting it away as you stepped into the room.

Unbeknownst you you, your hair had already began reacting to the rather humid lab, lifting into the curls they so dearly longed to return to.

“ Ah, Y/N, your timing is much appreciated! ”

While his voice came from god knows where, your eyes landed upon his figure emerging from curtains that you were sure had to have been a new addition to the lab. Maybe his experiment was behind there? His greasy hands were rubbed into clothes, leaving behind oil marks as he pushed up his goggles and shot you his characteristic grin.

“ Just behind this curtain is a contraption that shall better the lair, an update to my previous ‘betterments’—a betterment to the betterments, so to say! ”

Whatever point he was trying to make went straight over your head as you simply nodded affectionately, trying to follow as best you could.

“ Right, right, Donnie. But, dear, can you please enlighten me with what was sooooo important you had to interrupt errands day? ”

Without a word, it seemed as if a lightbulb went off in Donnie’s head as he nodded and reached for the curtain.

“ So, it should come to no surprise to anyone how much the new lair has needed robot assistants! ”

“ It really doesn’t—“

“ Nonsense, so of course you are the first one I thought of when I felt Odie should be introduced to someone! ”

“ Oh you’ve named him already? ”

You leaned your weight on your left leg, hand perched neatly on your hip as you waved your hand. Donnie shushed you as he reached for the curtain to reveal his newest creation!

“ Ta-da! ”

Behind the curtain stood the blocky silhouette of a robot—one made with parts you were sure you recognized from a certain animatronic, but never mind that. There was something a tad bit weirder.

“ Why Odie? ”

“ I show you my genius, and you linger in the name? ”

To your eager nod, he could only give a loud sigh, literally labeled aloud as “ loud sigh. ”

“ Odie, otherwise known as 0-D-1-3, his model number. Now—“

Before he could turn back to the bot, a loud clanking sound got both of your attentions.

“ Oh, that’s not good—“

“ What’s not good?! ”

Both of you stared directly at the bot after it took a hefty step forward, clattering down a hammer to hit the floor. Its oculars shifted mechanically around the room before settling in you and Donnie. An unsettling smile began to grow on the analog mouth it had, but just before it spoke, its foot stepped on the fallen hammer. Slipping immediately, the creation slammed into the lab’s hard floors, buzzed and circuited, then promptly stopped.

“ … Dam—“

As though censored by an otherworldly being, the bot exploded, sending Donnie diving for you instantly to shield you from harm’s way. The sprinklers caught on shortly after the smoke reached the ceiling, and he simply exhaled annoyedly into a recorder as he went on about “ attempted 26, failed ”. He continued to look over you, free hand resting right beside your waist as he detailed this outcome.

You, on the other hand, were both spooked by what happened in a matter of seconds, and also the water raining down in you. There wasn’t even a chance of you processing how close your boyfriend was, nor the precarious position, all paling in comparison to the heaviness waying over your chest at the way your hair was gradually lifting off your shoulder. Shrinking from the long silky locks, you were sure that unruly mess of curls were all coiling up into their snakelike appearance that you cursed every morning in the mirror.

Whilst speaking, Donnie’s eyes wandered until they caught your teary, paled expression. He had noticed the new hair style, but the importance of that was far below the importance of ensuring you were okay.

“ Dearest, what’s the matter? ”

He searched your body for wounds, calling Sheldon to bring a towel as the sprinklers halted. Once brought, he wrapped you in it, but flinched when you tried to push him back.

“ Hey—“

“ Don’t touch me—don’t look at me! ”

Baffled beyond belief, all Donnie could do was slouch back and watch you with analyzing eyes. His gaze scanned and scanned, searching for what might have caused such a reaction, but all he could come up with was: cold & wet, hair no longer straight like usual, shoved to the floor after robot exploded. He could only hope you wouldn’t blame him for struggling to figure out the problem.

“ I… I’m sorry if that spooked you.. ”

“ It’s not that. ”

You answered, flinching when he suddenly rose his voice and asked “ then what is it? ”, a statement leaking with desperation and a tinge of fear. You scrunched your eyes closed, closing in on yourself with a tight hug, balled up beneath the towel.

“ It’s… My hair, I.. I spent so long on it, just for it to turn into this ugly mess.. ”

Donnie was confused, something you couldn’t blame him for. After all, you were diligent in your hair-straightening or concealing the curls, so this just might have been the first time he’d seen them in their true nature. What you didn’t account for, though, was the hurt expression he shifted into. Silence lingered for a bit before his gaze shifted to the device on his arm.

After a bit, even you were curious. He had nothing to say? Was he just going to let you sit there and cry?

“ What’re you doing? ”

“ Checking my data. ”

“ Huh? ”

Donnie looked up, scooting to sit beside you and showed some sort of pie chart projected. He twirled a stylus and used it to slide the projection, focusing on certain parts.

“ Mhmm… so, this is the breakdown of your identity—this aspect, ”

He points to personality, glancing to you to make sure you’re watching.

“ See that is a huge chunk of who you are, and this part, intelligence? Obviously that is high as well. ”

You wiped your eyes, trying to figure out why any of this was important. He continued on, pointing to bits and then pointing out how integral they were to your being.

“ What’s your point, Donnie.. ”

Defeated, you sighed out. Tears dried, heart heavy, curls..

Unfurled.

“ My point is, Y/N, that ‘ugly’ has no place in your data. I for one am a genius who speaks in strictly facts, so your insistence on false information? Highly insulting. ”

His hand cups your cheek, and you welcome the touch with a scrunched, pained expression. Tears threaten to spill once again.

“ You’re beautiful, my dearest, every bit of you. That does not exclude your curls, which are also you. ”

Donnie leans in, placing a soft, lingering kiss upon your forehead. You grip his hand, which then turns into interlocked fingers, and sob softly into his chest. He rubs circles on your back, and you can’t help but begin to hear the seedlings of thought in your head say nice things about your natural hair.

“ I love you, Y/N. ”

[sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts]

ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱ ᴘɪᴘᴇᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ (J.M)

*vision bored doesn't describe readers' looks it describes the vibes of the story*

Pairing: football-player!Joel Miller x golden-girl!Fem!Reader

POV: This story is told through the POV of high school senior Joel Miller

Summary: Joel's girl lives in his dreams and in the house next door. He's always known her, and he's always wanted her, but in ApplePine, whose dream does she not haunt? Now He has a chance that He's been looking forward to all his life. This can't fail. He won't let someone like her slip away.

Warnings/tags: Kind of toxic undertones, mentions of a bad home life (reader), church, idolization, nerves, kissing and making out, small Texas town with very traditional values, climbing and watching people through windows, Joel is a Lil bit of a stalker, BAD American football talk. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME

WC: 4.5k

On most Saturdays and after church on Sundays, she could be found working at the local ice cream shop. Occasionally, if there wasn't a football game, she would also work on Fridays. She was a well-known figure in our small town - being the girl next door, head cheerleader, and leading member of the student council. Her many accomplishments included winning the title of Little Miss Apple Pine, which only added to her popularity. Many of us admired her from afar, watching her ride her bike with friends, interact with the little kids in the neighborhood, or simply be in her element with a book in hand and a Walkman playing some music.

It was difficult to tell what music she listened to, but I'd like to think it was hard rock, maybe Guns N' Roses. However, her sweet nature suggested it was more likely to be Bon Jovi or AC/DC. Despite her bright persona, we all knew that she had a tough time at home, our houses were right next to each other too It was sad but there's only so much a loud TV can cover.

We attend the same school and ride the same bus together. We have chemistry class as well as lunch B together. Additionally, we share gym and math classes. I have noticed that she is quieter in math class and doesn't answer questions as quickly. In math class, she sits three seats ahead of me, and during lunch, she sits six seats away from me. Her round lunch table is located ten tables away from mine, and it's always occupied by a few cheerleaders and jocks who are considered acceptable, unlike me who often gets thrown off the field for hitting refs because of not knowing if  I'm coming or going. Compared to them, she seems to be in another world, like a cool autumn day in the middle of a hot Texas summer.

As the chemistry class began, Mr. McMory walked into the classroom with his glasses resting on the tip of his nose. He had only undone the top button of his shirt, showing some long curly grey chest hairs — utterly gross if you ask me. We all watched as he walked to the whiteboard at the front of the classroom. He clasped his hands together behind his back and stopped before turning to face the class.

"Now, as most of you probably know, we will need to form a new set of lab partners for this semester. However, to keep things fair so everyone gets a chance of getting matched with whom You would prefer, I've decided to have you all write your names on a small piece of paper and put them in this box. Once I've finished passing them out, I will draw two student names from the box at random, and those two will be your partners for this semester."

Without having to pause, Mr. McMory spoke clearly. This routine was something he did every marking period, four times a year, for 30 years. The memories of the previous marking period memories flooded my mind, where Jason Duly and Billy Holiday tried to bribe Gaby Michelle to give up her seat so that they could sit next to our classmate, the charming "I trust that you all understand the process now?" Mr. McMory continued. Once no one raised their hands to question what he said, he walked back to the front and handed out the small pieces of paper to everyone. "Now you have two minutes to write your names on the paper, then place it into the box. Once you are all finished, I will begin the randomized selection."

Chaos began to take place across the room with various bets being placed and trades being arranged like a market in the middle of a jungle, I wrote my name on the slip of paper without a thought. It was a meaningless task to me, as I would have been fine with getting anyone as my lab partner. In the middle sat our Pipe Dream, seemingly clueless to it all, while these students scrambled like mad to gain the favor of their desired partners, and the professor seemed unaware of all the action taking place in the classroom.

The chaos of the class was suddenly drowned out by Mr. McMory yelling out to have students start putting their slips into the box. As the box was quickly getting more and more full, the class started to become more and more silent and calm as no one wanted to be one of the ones not getting the partner they wanted even if they all wanted the same one our darling Miss pipedream isn't only perfect in every way but she's also incredibly smart.

Mr. McMory walked to the front of the classroom and stood in front of the whiteboard. He held the box and a red whiteboard marker. "No changing partners unless both parties are in agreement," he said as he paused and placed the box on a stool in front of him. He then pulled out the first two names. "Gaby and Hannah," he announced, causing a small gasp from some students. Mr. McMory placed the paper down and wrote the names on the board. There was a moment of silence before a low murmur began to spread throughout the classroom Mr. McMory then pulled out another two slips from the box and announced the next pairs of names: "Billy and Jillian, Jason and Cory." As each pair was announced, the two people were immediately surrounded by cheers of excitement or groans of disappointment. Some students could be overheard saying things like "no way!" and "I can't believe this!" and "Are we sure it's fair?" There were a few complaints here and there that their partner was not who they wanted, but Mr. McMory quickly cut them off, saying, "No changing partners unless both parties are in agreement, understood?"

As I stood watching the chaos break loose behind me, I couldn't help but chuckle at how quickly everything was unfolding. However, my laughter came to a sudden halt when Mr. McMory announced me and a stranger as partners.No, not a stranger, It was the girl who seemed to have it all, the girl who had effortlessly made her way through every aspect of the school and had become something of a legend. She was the girl next door, the one every boy wanted, and the only one I was enamored with at the slightest glance in her direction. My heart skipped a beat as I looked over the crowd and saw her smiling brightly at me. Time seemed to slow down as the rest of the world faded away. It was as if the universe was just waiting for us to get to know each other. My nervousness quickly turned into an adrenaline rush as I became more and more excited. It was an opportunity I couldn't pass up, a chance to turn my dreams into reality and finally figure her out.

On the bus, I noticed her again. We made eye contact but didn't speak. She sat with her friend Sally Handson until she got off at her stop. However, I didn't expect her to move over and sit in the same seat as me.

"You're Joel, right?" she asked me before kindly offering her hand to shake.

"That's me," I smiled as I gently took her hand in mine and shook it. Our skin connected, and I felt a slight tremor in my hand before letting go, not wanting to make the situation any more awkward. I looked back up to see her, and she seemed to be just as nervous as I felt. The silence seemed to linger on for a moment before she spoke again.

"I just wanted to ask if you've had a chance to look at the assignment yet?"

I took a moment to gather my thoughts before speaking. "No, actually, I'm not very good at chemistry. I was probably going to copy off of you, to tell you the truth," I said, trying to make a joke, but struggling to hide the fact that it was true.

She smiled brightly, showing off her pearly white teeth. "Like all football players. It's okay though, I can help you study sometime if you'd like?"

As she spoke, my heart skipped a beat and my cheeks flushed. The offer of her help flooded my mind with different scenarios, from spending time with her after school to studying together at the library or even hosting study groups at our houses. I chuckled nervously and nodded my head.

The sudden stop of the bus snapped me back to reality, and a thought raced through my mind. Should I ask to walk her home? The offer seemed so appealing, and I was filled with possibilities of getting to know her even better. It was time to take the chance, but I had to fight the nervousness building inside me.

"Hey, are you walking to your house? Because I was just going to ask if...if I could walk you home?" I spoke the words carefully, fearing that I might mess up and ruin the moment. I fiddled with the straps of my backpack, feeling my heart pound in my chest as I waited for her response.

She smiled kindly at me. "Yes, and I would love that. Do you know which house?"

"I do," I said with a slightly more confident tone than before. I felt myself calming down as the idea of walking home together became more real. She began to take in the neighborhood around us, and I thought it was a perfect time to start a conversation.

"So, this is where you live?"

She giggled, and her laughter was infectious. I couldn't help but smile. "Joel, you and I have lived in the same neighborhood since we were newborns. We're neighbors for goodness sake, no need to be so formal with me."

She was right; I was overthinking our interactions. We had been neighbors for as long as I could remember. "Oh yeah...I suppose you have a point. I guess my nervousness made me go blank like that. I'm just not used to seeing you when you're not out on the field with your cheer squad." I chuckled, feeling my nerves die down even more as I looked over at her and relaxed a bit more.

"I understand it's hard not to picture me like that, and you as well, Joel. You're violent on the field. I'm pretty sure that referee from Tentown had a broken nose," she tries to make conversation. 

The mention of the game in Tentown makes me chuckle a bit. That was the first game in the league where I was allowed to play, and I suppose my desire to prove myself ended with me getting a bit carried away. The thought of the ref's nose makes me chuckle a bit more as I couldn't help but feel bad for the ref. 

"Yeah, I think you're right about that. But that's just how it is, right? The game is pretty brutal. I can't play without getting a little carried away." 

She thinks for a second and then says, "Maybe that's why you're always benched, along with Tommy? Speaking of your brother, where is he? Oh, and how are poor freshmen? I heard the older football players are being a little mean."

The question about my benching for games suddenly brings back my nervous energy, and I immediately feel uncomfortable talking about it. "That's probably one of the reasons for it, yeah..." I sigh as the mention of my brother and some of the team's hazing of the freshman brings a frown to my face.

"It pisses me off how they treat some of the freshmen like that. I don't see why they can't just treat them like the rest of the team..." I pause mid-sentence as the thought comes to my mind.

"I feel so bad for the poor freshman. They do the same thing on the cheer team," she said. We stopped at the crossing signal, and I was surprised by how well she could relate to what I was describing. It dawned on me that she may have experienced it more than I had considering how involved she is in cheer. We waited for the light to turn green, and I smiled at her.

"We should set up a study date sometime soon. After all, you said you're not that good at chemistry?" she said as we got closer to her house. I was thrilled at the possibility of spending more time with her.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea. I'll certainly need the help," I chuckled. She walked ahead of me with a sweet little glide in her step, making me have to catch up to her as we continued walking.

"Which days work for you?" she asked, opening her backpack and taking out a pen and paper. "Oh, and write down your landline number." I replied, "I'm pretty much free all week, so just let me know what works for you." Her request for my landline number made my heart skip a beat as it reminded me of when she offered to help me at her place.

"How about Friday after school since there's no game? We can meet at my place," she suggested as we stood outside her front gate. "That works great for me! We can discuss our study plans and maybe even study together if you're up for it," I replied excitedly. "Your place sounds perfect, and I just want to say thank you," I added, feeling grateful for her help. She smiled and said, "Of course, Joel." Then she walked into her yard and house, waving goodbye.

Friday couldn't come any quicker in my mind. I couldn't get Miss Applepine, Cheery Pie, Pipe Dream out of my head at all. The more we talked in class, the more I fell under her spell and the more I wanted to know... She was a mystery, and I wanted to be the first to hear everything she was willing to tell.

now stand at her front door. I rang the doorbell eagerly waiting for her to answer. She opened the door; she looked so pretty. "Come on in, Joel," she opened the door to let me in. In all my years of being neighbors, I always wondered what her house looked like, and to be honest, her house is less organized than I thought.

"Sorry about the mess. You know, it's just me and my dad, and I'm a little behind on chores... um... studying," she began to ramble but stopped herself. It was rather cute; it made me smile even more.

"Come on upstairs to my room. I have all my books and everything up there," she led me up to her bedroom. It was so normal - band posters, photos of her family, school items, her numerous awards, and her window looked directly into my room.

As we entered her room, I couldn't resist glancing over to her window again. It felt like this was the closest I could get to seeing inside her home for A Long time and now I'm inside the looking glass. I took a seat right next to her bed as she went to her bookshelf to collect her textbooks. As we started reviewing the material, a wave of butterflies fluttered in my stomach. I occasionally stole a glance at her while she flipped through different articles, but I couldn't hold my stare for long.

"Are these all the books we're going to be using?" I asked as she placed her biology and chemistry books on her desk. I watched her lean over, her eyes almost glued to the books as she read through them. "Yeah, these are the ones. I just want to make sure that we're both prepared for this project. It's about how we think the universe began, so lots to cover" she replied with a soft smile that brought me back to reality for a moment as I gazed into her eyes.

"I'm ready to start studying. So, what do you want to start with?" she asked as I sat down. She looked at me with a sweet smile and thought for a moment before responding, "Do you think we should start with chemistry? I know it's the one you struggle with the most."

"Sure, that works," I replied excitedly she remembered that from the walk my cheeks got a little pink as I opened the book and looked over her shoulder to find the section she had mentioned. I was determined to pay close attention this time, feeling more relaxed thanks to her calm and collected presence.

Every little gesture or movement she made caught my full attention like a spark in my head. Her adorable smile and the way she played with her hair made it difficult to resist complimenting her. When she asked if she could ask me something, it snapped me out of my trance for a moment. I replied with a simple "Yeah, sure."

As she playfully hit my shoulder, her touch felt light as a feather. I couldn't help but smile, sitting up and crossing my legs like she was doing. Moving my book from my lap, I placed it on the end of her bed. "Why can't you focus?" she asked, and my heart started racing. I didn't want to tell her the truth, so I lied, "No reason..." Trying to act casual, I could feel myself blushing as she hit my shoulder and called me out. It was because of her - her sweet smile, small gestures, and the way she sat cross-legged on her bed - that I couldn't focus. But I couldn't just outright admit that I had a massive crush on her.

"We can take a break?" she offered, and I felt even more nervous. The idea of taking a break meant a chance to talk about things other than studying and a chance to just hang out with her. I was hoping that she felt the same way and that she also couldn't help but notice the tension that was building between us. I sat back up and joked, "You're saying that as if I would deny the offer." My heart was racing, and I couldn't help but wonder if she could feel the same tension I did.

As we continued to talk, I made sure to continue moving closer to her every chance that I could get. The heat coming from her body filled me with a new sense of boldness as I tried to make my actions more noticeable. "I mean who can blame me, when I'm sitting across from someone so charming..." I said as I leaned forward a little, making the distance between us almost nonexistent.

"Have you been studying for long?" she asked me as she laid back on her bed, making it clear that she had no plans to get up anytime soon. As the conversation shifted towards more flirtatious topics, I started to blush slightly. "Do you mean studying?..." I replied to her, but even I could hear that my voice had taken on a flirty tone.

"Yes, studying, or are you just as brain-dead as the other football players?" she joked. "Hey now, what are you implying?" I responded teasingly as I moved closer to her. As we talked more, the tone of the conversation became increasingly flirtatious, and I struggled to hold back my blush. "You're the one who keeps saying we should take a break. Sounds like you don't want to study..." I said, trying to pretend to focus on a book.

But even as we continued discussing the material or pretending to, I noticed her eyes drifting toward me as she glanced up and down my body. It made me feel a little uneasy, but also excited as I wondered what she was thinking. Could she feel the same tension between us that I felt?

"Hmmm, maybe I don't. But you're the one who said yes to the break." she grinned mischievously as I scooted slightly closer to her, looking up and staring into her eyes. "You make it kind of hard to pay attention..."

As we continued to talk The heat coming from her body filled me with a sense of boldness as I attempted to make my actions more noticeable. "I mean, who can blame me when I'm sitting across from someone so charming?" I said as I leaned forward a little, making the distance between us almost nonexistent.

"I'm flattered. I'll take that as a compliment since you're also very kind with your words," she said as I moved even closer to her. We were almost too close for comfort, but I couldn't resist getting even closer. "I thought I was charming, but you are even more charming than I imagined," I told her, leaning in even closer until I was practically touching her. I felt like I was crossing a line, but I couldn't help myself. Her eyes seemed to be blushing, and I felt a sudden burst of confidence. I brought my hand up to her side, almost touching her waist. "You are an interesting girl," I whispered.

"You find me interesting?" she asked, smiling shyly and looking down. I could tell she was blushing and feeling a little embarrassed, but I decided to take a risk and leaned in even closer. Our faces were almost touching, and I could feel her breath on my face. I looked up at her and felt a rush of emotions.

"I didn't know you were so easy to read," I said as I leaned even closer to her, this time the tiny distance between us was nothing but air. I couldn't help but feel that feeling building inside me again as I watched her face grow redder and redder as it appeared to be a little closer every time. "I'm sure most guys would be more than happy to take advantage of a beautiful girl like you.”

“Are you most guys? Should I be worried? I'm not a one-and-done girl, Joel…” she said, showing insecurity for what seems to be the first time. As she asked me if I was 'most guys', I couldn't help but feel my heart sink for a brief second as I heard her insecurity, but I quickly recovered and smiled as I looked down at her. My hands slowly wrapped around her waist as I leaned even closer. "Oh please, you think I'm going to leave someone as beautiful and kind as you just like that. You aren't a one-and-done girl, you're... you're an angel." I slowly leaned forward so our faces were just a hair's width apart. I gazed into her eyes, lost in the moment, when she suddenly exclaimed, "An Angel?" Her voice was soft, yet full of wonder, as if she had just seen something magical. She was so close to me that I could feel her breath on my face, and I couldn't help but notice the way her face immediately flushed up with red. Her eyes quickly looked down, as if to distract herself from her sudden burst of emotion.

I kept looking at her, waiting for her to look back up at me. I leaned down just a bit more, my heart racing with anticipation, as my lips were barely an inch from hers when she finally decided to look back up. I couldn't help but feel the surge of joy rushing through my body as I saw the way her eyes slowly opened and she looked back up to face me.

The way her cheeks were still flushed and the shy, but happy look on her face was exactly what I needed. It was the perfect moment as I leaned in for the kiss. Our lips met in a sweet and simple embrace, and I felt a warmth spread through my body. It was like time had stopped, and nothing else mattered in the world except for that moment. I held her close as we kissed, and I knew deep down inside that this was the start of something special.

The kiss started gentle but with each second that passed it started to become more intense. The heat of her body and the way her hands ran through my hair was making my heart skip a few beats as I started to wish I could pull her into an even deeper kiss. I didn't want to overwhelm her though so I tried to keep it simple, although it was hard to keep my hands from finding every part of her body that I could. She's not someone who wants a one-time thing and I'll do everything I can to make sure she doesn't think all I want is sex.

We disengaged when we heard her front door slam shut. "That's my dad!" she exclaimed, her urgency evident. "He can't know you're here." She swiftly rose, pulling me up with her, both of us breaking away from the kiss as she hurried us along. Her pace was so brisk that it took a moment for me to catch on before I scrambled up. "Why can't he know I'm here?" I whispered, trying to avoid any noise as her dad ascended the stairs.

"Because he'll flip if he finds a guy in my room. Though, it's not like it's the first time I've had a guy over," she rushed, steering us towards her bedroom window. "Seriously? You've done this before?" I questioned? but that conversation could wait as we reached her bedroom window, which she promptly opened, urging me outside.

"Well, there was this one time Dad caught me, and he nearly lost it. I promised I wouldn't do it again, and he dropped it," she explained hurriedly, her insistence on getting me out the window starting to concern me. I trusted she knew what she was doing, but I wasn't quite prepared for what came next.

"Are you seriously making me climb out your window?" I protested.

"Don't be a wimp. You'll be fine. You're not the first guy I've had over," she reassured, though her words didn't ease my nerves. The distance from her window to the ground seemed to grow as she tugged me closer to the edge.

As I began to climb out, my foot slipped, and I fell with a hard thud and a loud squeak.

Despite the throbbing pain in my ankle, the walk home afforded me ample time to ponder, and my thoughts continuously circled back to her. I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right, as if she was keeping something from me. If she's had numerous guys over before, why the sudden worry about her dad catching her? Was I just another casual fling to her? My mind brimmed with inquiries for my elusive "little miss pipedream."

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Photograph of A World on Fire (4) - Andy Herrera x DeLuca!Sister!Reader - Station 19/Grey's Anatomy

Summary: The world might be on fire with a pandemic happening, and you and Andy face loss after loss, but the two of you stick together and become even closer through it all.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Request: hey 💓 could you write a deluca!sister x amelia fic where r is a cheeky italian which puts amelia in gay panic mode x

A/n: this diverts from canon like a curly wurly chocolate bar, also mentions a one night stand, there's no smut but it's alluded to, so, read at your own risk, and don't ask me where this happens in canon, because that will give me another headache:) (i gave myself that headache and followed canon slightly... ooof, warning, canon character death incoming)

A/n: to whoever reads this, you are important.

Andy found out her mother was alive, and then three weeks later, a pandemic set the world on fire.

Andy's mother left, and her father told her that her mother had died, rather than her mother had abandoned her due to mental illness.

Your brother and sister were determined to quarantine away from you, and with Andy in a bubble at the firehouse, you were isolated from everyone.

Andy had enlisted herself in distracting herself about her mother by going to an art store, masked up with a list of supplies for you so you could keep making your art from home. Andy didn't know you had gotten out of the car, sitting on the bonnet with your camera, photographing the empty streets.

You didn't know it was the start of one of two projects during the pandemic that would make your career flourish, as you sat in your black attire, watching the funeral of Pruitt Herrera, that due to the pandemic had to be done online. Watching as Andy spoke, you couldn't hide the love in your eyes for this woman. This woman of fire. Your fiamma.

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Your brother sat on your porch as you sat in the hallway, talking to each other through an open door.

"I found inspiration, for two big projects."

"Two big projects? Wow, that's amazing, angioletta. I hope I get to see them before Carina." Andrew smiled, the pride in his eyes obvious.

"Oh she'd be so mad!" You laughed, remembering the last time Andrew had seen your artwork before Carina did, and how jealous she got despite trying to hide it.

"How's your girlfriend?" Andrew threw you off, almost dropping your snack on the carpet in surprise at his question, but you took a moment before replying.

"She is at a family picnic for the first time in twenty years, and I didn't want to impose y'know. Plus, everyone is so determined to quarantine, I'm isolated from everyone and everything, but my art." You admitted, spotting the sad look on your big brother's face at your confession. You were feeling lonely.

///

"It probably won't help if I tell them that I have a girlfriend too." Andy admitted to her cousin Michelle, whose eyes lit up at Andy's admittance.

"You do? Tell me everything!"

"She's an artist, with two older siblings, who are both doctors, but she is my saving grace in this, this cruel world." Andy confessed, getting her phone out to show her cousin a photo of you, and some photos of your art.

///

Your phone buzzed as Vic sent you a video, getting your brother's attention as you gasped.

"There, there was a tiger, in the firehouse... a tiger... that's not totally terrifying!" forwarding the video to your brother, who checked his phone.

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Fiamma: you don't have any vagina art, do you?

Cariño: that's more my sister's interior design style...

Cariño: good luck to Maya

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"You know, on the nights we don't have dinner together. I eat canned green beans for dinner, out of the can." Andy confessed as she watched you stand over the hob, stirring your wooden spoon into something that smelt amazing.

"Fiamma, that's disgusting."

///

Andrew's text sent horror through your body as you read it. He and Carina were following a human trafficker. And nobody was answering their phone. Not Andrew, not Carina, not Andy, and not even Maya. Miranda and Ben weren't answering either, so you ran out of your house, tracking your big sister's phone as you got in your car.

Your brother was good, he was stable, taking his meds, getting sleep. Your sister had moved in with Maya, she was happy as she could be without missing Italy and stressing over your father.

Warren and Maya began to call you as Ben read your message, realising you were going after your big siblings.

///

"Announcement! Uh, Carina and her brother Andrew are... well... they're following one of the kidnappers, and uh, Y/n is going after her siblings apparently so..." Maya nervously explained, about to tell Andy off for hurriedly getting her phone but Warren shook his head.

"Probably going to call Y/n. They're, they're friends."

///

"Carina, Andrew, there's something you should know. Y/n is on her way to you, I'm guessing nobody's kept your little sister in the loop."

"Angioletta? No, she could get hurt. How does she know where we are?" Carina began to panic, hearing what Maya said.

"She's probably tracking our phones." Andrew deadpanned, knowing it was too late to stop you.

///

You knew they were at the Seattle Transit Station, running as you spotted Carina heading through the doors of the station. Speed-walking after your siblings, you barely made it onto the train before the doors shut, quickly making your way up the carriage until you landed in the seat next to Andrew, sandwiching him in the middle of you and Carina.

"What are you doing-"

"You both scared me. Plus nobody knows who I am so..." you trailed off, whispering in Italian to obscure your words to any non-Italian speakers.

The three of you watched as another passenger stood up and moved away from the three of you.

"My first time being profiled as an Italian."

///

"Stay back, angioletta." Carina whispered, as your siblings stood up to follow the human trafficker off of the train.

"Go find Ben and the police, I'm not losing her again." Andrew instructed, leaving Carina to nod and get out her phone. That was Carina's mistake as she took her eyes off of you, who ran after her big brother like she did when she was a toddler.

But Carina lost sight of you both, stuck rallying the first responders. She didn't see what you saw. The man barge into your big brother, and stab him.

"NO! Help! Help! Call 911!" You screamed loud enough that Carina heard you, hurrying over to see you putting pressure on a stab wound. A stab wound in your big brother's chest.

"We're here, we're here!" you sobbed, as Warren got your brother on a gurney, Maya holding back Carina as you curled up on the floor, hands covered in your brother's blood.

Carina cleaned your hands as you sat numbly in the back of the aid car, Maya and Ben treating your brother, and Carina recalling songs from your childhoods to soothe your brother's pain.

///

Sitting in the Grey Sloan outdoor waiting room, you were numb as you saw the look in the approaching doctor's eyes.

Your brother was dead.

///

In grieving, Carina shut down, but you threw yourself into your art projects. Carina had Maya to keep an eye on her, but you...

Andy was there for you. Andy was there when you didn't sleep at night, staring at a blank canvas until you started to paint, she sat and watched you. You didn't want to talk, your big brother was your lifeline.

"Okay, I know your French toast is better, and so is Carina's, but it's the only thing I know how to make for breakfast." Andy explained, bringing a tray into your spare room aka your art room at this point.

"Looks delicious." You managed to smile, but Andy was taken off guard as you pulled her into a hug, burying your face in her neck and not letting go.

"I'm acting captain today... are you sure you'll be okay alone?" Andy asked, her fingernails running gently over your scalp as she cradled your head.

"I have food and water. I just want to paint my grief, because I don't know how else to express it. Talking doesn't work, talking makes me miss him, even if he's with our mama now." You replied, but Andy saw the look on your face when you spotted the red paint on the palette. She didn't see how it reminded you of your brother's blood on your hands as you sat in the aid car, numb and hoping it wasn't his time.

Your siblings may have called you angioletta, little angel, but your brother was the angel among you now.

Your mother called Andrew and Carina two halves of a whole, but you needed both of them. You were away from Carina for so long growing up, all you had was your brother.

Now he was gone, Carina was stuck with the paperwork, and you buried yourself in your art. Minus any red paint, which Andy had removed after seeing the far away look on your face at the sight of it.

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Carina called you hours later, asking if you had spoken to your father at all. You hadn't, but somehow he had heard two days ago that your brother died, and he didn't call either of you.

Andy found you sitting on your porch on her return home, in the spot where your brother had once sat, with a portfolio she hadn't seen before in your hands.

"Andrew was supposed to be the first person to see my projects, but he's..." you trailed off, opening the first page to reveal the photographs you had taken of empty Seattle streets.

"I've never seen Seattle so empty."

"Exactly." You let out a wet chuckle, holding back your tears until Andy met your gaze with a faltering smile at your crying.

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Maya Bishop: A Doctor Gabriella Aurora just turned up here

Y/n DeLuca: you'll be okay, it's been a long time since medical school, trust me.

Maya Bishop: Come over and help me?

Y/n DeLuca: i'm having dinner with my girlfriend tonight. i'm cooking too.

Maya Bishop: Girlfriend?

*left on read 4:21pm*

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"You know your sister has a girlfriend?" Maya enquired as she walked through the Grey Sloan car park with Carina, hand in hand.

"I assumed she had someone living with her. She had two mugs out when I surprised her one morning, and someone gave her a neck bruise."

"A hickey?" Maya raised an eyebrow, wondering how long you and whoever it was had been dating.

"Yes, a hickey. My sister is not a fan of double dates though." Carina added before Maya could get any ideas.

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"I still haven't met your girlfriend. I even met your ex-roommate before I met her." Andy's cousin Michelle pointed out, after pointing out how Andy had gone to every barbecue and not brought you with her.

"My girlfriend lost her brother and her sister is very protective and doesn't want her getting the virus... and we still haven't told her sister we're dating, or that I moved in so..." Andy trailed off as Michelle's eyes widened.

"Oh so it's serious?"

"She's my saving grace."

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"My visa expires next month." Carina explained to you, making you flinch. You and Andrew had citizenship, but Carina was here on a visa for her study.

"You have to go back to Italy? They shut down the immigration offices... Carina..."

"Angioletta..." Carina whispered, letting out a squeak as you pulled her into a tight hug, fear setting in that you would lose the only family you had left in America.

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Carina and Maya were unaware of how well you really knew Andy, until it came to your brother's memorial in the Grey Sloan car park.

Amelia wasn't there, even if she had mentored your brother for a time. You hadn't thought of the neurosurgeon in a long time, having removed all traces of her from your portfolio, your life and your memory.

Whilst Maya held Carina in the car park, you sat on the ground, holding your knees to your chest until arms wrapped around you, and Andy was almost cooing in Spanish, calming you as you clung to her, mask soaked with tears.

Neither of them had any time to judge, but both were unaware you and Andy really knew each other as more than friends. Any assumption they had was wrong. Andy and yourself were well acquainted.

You didn't hide your relationship with Andy. She was at the firehouse a lot, not wanting to bring covid home back to you, since Maya and Carina were further along in their relationship and when Andy had moved in with you, she tried her best to keep you safe.

Everyone wanted to protect you, but they were isolating themselves from you to try keep you safe.

One of your art projects had been inspired by frontline workers, gaining attention online as people wanted to buy the works, the money going to charities to support people during the pandemic... you were flourishing, and your big brother couldn't see it from anywhere but above, whilst your sister and your girlfriend could see it, and you, but chose not to as often.

Your second project reflected another side to the pandemic, photography of the empty streets, void of all life. Almost apocalyptic in a sense.

Andy spent more time with you than Carina did, but you and your sister handled grief differently.

The fire between you and Andy burned brighter than anything else. An eternal flame.

"What are you painting this time? Is that a heart on fire?" Andy peeked over your shoulder, her chin resting on it as her hands hovered over your waist, hesitant to touch in case she messed up your brushstrokes.

"It was supposed to be symbolic, fires of love? Eternal flame? I think I'm better at realism... the portraits reflect that." You shrugged, gesturing to the paintings on the other side of the room.

"You are the sweetest but your sister and Maya should be here in an hour, and you are wearing more paint than clothes." Andy pointed out, her eyes widening as you smirked, walking backwards to guide her to the shower.

"Maybe you should join me, to make sure I get all the paint off."

"I would like that very much, but we need to-" Andy began to point out the lack of time, but you shushed her as you leaned in, waiting until she met you halfway, the hour countdown until Maya and Carina's arrival forgotten about...

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[miela]

Shattered Memories • Chapter IV: What Friends Are For • {Peter Parker x Stark!Reader}

Chapter Genre: Idk tbh, some regular degular conversations between friends. Chapter Warnings: None (???) Masterlist

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A girlish scream came from the doorway of the restaurant and you winced knowing exactly who it was. You looked over to see Celina running towards you and hugging you tightly almost knocking the wind out of you and out of your seat at the bar. 

“Oh my god, (Y/N),” Celi exclaimed. “It’s so good to see you!”

Celina was wearing a black fitted cropped cardigan that had a sweetheart neckline and a dark purple, floral-lace, high-waisted mini skirt with a black belt. Her long, brown hair was pulled up into a bun on top of her head and her bangs fell on her forehead and around the frame of her face. A tattoo choker and a velvet choker with a silver moon charm on it wrapped around her neck and she had silver moons hanging from her ears and various silver rings on her fingers. Her nails were black and her makeup was simple but bold with thick eyeliner and dark purple lips. She seemed a little taller but it was because of the ankle demonia boots she was wearing.

She reminded you of a character that would be in a film that was a cross between Sabrina Spellman from The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina and a character from The Craft which just happens to be two of her favorite things to watch. 

“Hey, Celi,” you smiled and hugged back. “It’s good to see you too.”

“Damn, Celina,” you heard a familiar voice chuckle, coming from behind her. “Don’t choke her to death.”

Ned was wearing a simple outfit that contrasted with Celina’s very detailed look. He wore a black tee shirt with a pair of denim jeans, a blue letterman jacket with white sleeves with MIT in red letters on it, and red classic vans. He wore a red beanie and a pair of black glasses. 

Celi pulled back and looked at him. “Darling, you and I both know that I don’t even have half of the capacity to choke her out,” she giggled.

Celina and Ned have been dating for 4 and a half years. Almost immediately after the day at the Statue of Liberty, she went to train with the sorcerers at the Sanctum Sanctorum. Six months later she was able to speak for the time in her life. You remember the first thing she did was confess her love to Ned just to find out that he felt the same way she did. They’ve been together ever since. 

And she was a chatterbox but all of you loved that about her. 

“Ned!” You exclaimed and got up and hugged him.

“Hey (Y/N)!” He matched your energy and tone and hugged you back. “It’s been, like, way too long since any of us have seen you.” 

“I know, I’m sorry,” You apologized genuinely as you pulled away. 

You turn slightly to see another figure you haven’t seen in a while. She was wearing a plain white tee that was tucked into black, distressed mom jeans that were rolled up at the hem, an oversized denim jacket that was rolled up at the sleeves, and white Converse. Her hair was chin-length and curly and she had minimal makeup on. It contrasted your black leather jacket, black AC/DC Band tee, black distressed fitted jeans, and your black Doc Martens.

She gave you a blank expression. 

You looked back at her with the same expression. “Michelle.”

“(Y/N).” She responded and squinted at you.

You do the same as Ned and Celina looked at each of you silently. You two eyed each other for a good ten seconds before you cracked under the false tension and giggled. She snorted and did the same thing.

“Come here, you loser.” She smiled and held her arms open.

You quickly hugged your best friend as she hugged you back for a moment and rocked side to side. Ned and Celina let out a relieved sigh and laugh. 

“Nice to know you’re not a hologram,” she joked.

“I missed you too, MJ,” you chuckle as you pull back. 

You all sat down at a table and began catching up immediately. You found out that MJ had gotten into theater as a side gig and wanted to audition for something bi, Celina started a YouTube channel and began taking singing lessons and Ned was working on his Master’s Program at MIT. You told them about life as a CEO and how the first year is driving you crazy already and how Morgan is a pain in the ass but you love her nonetheless. You guys laughed and gossiped about the little things and talked about your future plans as you guys ate. You guys sat there for a while.

“So, I have some news,” Celina smiled.

We all looked at her wondrously and she showed her hand with a beautiful diamond ring on it and a smug smile on her face. You and MJ had shocked expressions on your faces as you looked from each other to her to Ned who smiled at the two of you.

“We’re engaged,” he chimed.

You squealed and got up hugged them both and sang congratulations to them repeatedly. MJ also got up and hugged them. Once you guys settled back into your seats, Celina continued to tell you how they got engaged. It was something they started talking about and then one day at a dinner at his family’s house, he got on one knee and asked. She cried even though she knew it was going to happen at some point, but this doesn’t surprise you because Celina was always a softie at heart. 

“Enough about us,” Celina giggled. “What about you two? Any love interests.”

“Nah,” MJ said. “Been too busy with auditions and stuff. But I also don’t want anything right now.”

“Valid,” Celina responded and shifted her eyes to you. “And you?”

You instantly thought about Peter and debated on telling them about him or not. You opened your mouth and then closed it pressing your lips together before sighing and looking up and over at particularly nothing and you thought of what to say to them.

“Aht-Aht, Nuh-Uh,” MJ started. “You’re doing your I’m-About-To-Tell-A-Lie face.”

You looked at her with a defensive smile, “I am not!”

“You are,” Ned replied with a smirk. “Like you’re about to tell us a big lie.”

“I am not!”

“You can’t fool us,” Celina said crossing her arms over her chest and looking at you suspiciously. “We know you too well.”

You looked to each of your friends staring you down to hear your response before you sighed in defeat.

“Okay! Okay,” you started throwing your hands up in a defensive surrender. “There is someone but…”

How could you tell to them when even you don’t have all of the answers to whatever was going on between you and Peter and your unknown past? Plus, since Ned and MJ know him from the coffee shop you didn't want Michelle to grill him like she probably would.

“But?” Celina sang in encouragement for you to continue.

“It’s….complicated.” You stated. 

MJ's brows furrowed. "Complicated how?"

"Well," You hesitate to let out a deep breath. "I like him but there's a disconnection. It's like I know him but I don't know him at the same time. And I want to know him but… I dunno, it's like he's afraid of me knowing something."

"Wow," MJ nodded slowly. "That is complicated. And confusing." 

"Yeah," you responded. "Remember when I felt like I had that empty space? When I'm with him I feel …complete."

"Awww," Celina cooed with a soft baby animal look in her eye. "That's so cute!"

“Yeah, maybe in some romance book or movie,” you deadpanned. “But I just…I dunno.”

There was a silence that fell over you guys for a long moment before someone spoke again.

“Hey,” Ned smiled softly. “If you’re serious about this guy, I would just communicate with him a little better on how you feel.”

“Yeah and if he turns out to be a dudebro, I can vaporize him,” Celina added. 

“Dear fucking god, no,” you replied blinking your eyes in disbelief. “No vaporizing.”

“I was joking,” Celina sang. “I don’t even know how to vaporize people…yet.”

You all giggled softly.

“In all honesty, you can always turn to us when you need help,” MJ smiled at you.

“Thanks, you guys,” you smiled.

“Of course,” MJ replied. “What are friends for?”

Later on, you guys went in separate ways with Celina and Ned leaving together hand-in-hand, and MJ and you walked in the opposite direction. You two were in no rush to part so you walked at a slow pace.

“So,” she started. “Tell me what’s really going on with you and mystery man.”

You look at her. Damn it. “I can’t keep anything from you can I?” 

“Of course not,” She said in a tone that said ‘obviously’, “I’m the Michelle John Watson to your Sherstark Holmes. We’re partners, I know you more than you know yourself sometimes.”

You laughed at her statement. “Very true, very true.”

She smiled. “So tell me. What’s going on, girl.”

You let out a sigh and stopped walking, she took a few steps before she noticed that you stopped and followed suit and turned to look at you with a worried look on her face.

“You remember those dreams I told you about?”

“Yeah, faceless boy right?”

You nodded. “It’s him.”

Her eyes widened for a moment and then they squinted in thought, “So they really are memories…”

“Yeah,” you press your lips together. “And I think he knows it.”

“...Is it that guy you asked us about? Peter Parker.”

You looked at her silently. Fuck. Sometimes you forget how perceptive and observant MJ is. And her memory was always on point, especially when it came to attention to detail. 

“He knows us doesn’t he?” She added. 

You stayed silent.

“And we know him.” 

You hesitate a second before nodding. 

“But we don’t remember him.”

You nodded again. 

“Do you think it’s like some…premonition or something? Maybe Celina can help.”

You shake your head. “Not until I have enough information on it.”

She held her chin in between her fingers and she looked up in thought. “I could get it out of him for you.”

“No, Michelle,” you said sternly. “Please I am begging you don’t interrogate him. I did that already and if you do it he’ll nearly piss himself and probably leave the country. I’m not chasing him around the world.”

“Nah, you would,” She responded. “If it meant you being able to solve your migraine problem, you would.”

You would. You sighed. 

“Fine, I won’t grill him. I’ll leave it in your hands.” She raised her hands in surrender. “But you know where to find me if shit gets real.”

You smiled. “I know.”

“Parker, are you still hungover or something?” 

Peter looked over at his blonde and blue-eyed friend, Gwen Stacy, who was tapping his shoulder and looking at him with her eyebrow lifted. 

Peter was sitting at a table in the food court area with his friends at Empire State University. It was a thing they did in between and after class. Across from him sat Gwen Stacy and next to him sat Harry Osborn. Next to Gwen was her boyfriend, Miles Morales, and next to Miles was Pavitr Prabhakar. Next to Harry sat Cindy Moon.  

These were the people Peter surrounded himself with. They were brilliant-minded people who came from different walks of life and Peter had learned so much from them honestly.

Gwen is the daughter of a police captain named George Stacy (who really did not like Spiderman) and she was studying Biochemistry. She had short blonde hair that had pink, purple, and blue dip-dyed tips, bright blue eyes, and light freckles that danced across her cheeks. She had a rocker style and played the drums. Peter knew that you two would get along well because of how similar you guys were. He often imagined what it would be like if you, MJ, and Gwen were best friends with each other. It would be the sarcasm olympics.

He let out a sigh. “No, I’m fine now. Just exhausted.”

And he was. Exhausted anyways. He partied hard Saturday night at Harry’s frat house. He probably went a little too hard. Both Harry and Gwen were concerned with how much he drank and how many edibles he ate that night. He didn’t exactly mean to get so wasted, but he couldn’t get his nerves to calm down.

He couldn’t stop his senses from craving you.

“Then why do you look so sad?” Harry asked from beside him.

Harry Osborn, is the son of Norman Osborn who is the founder, owner, and CEO of Oscorp, a robotics and chemical manufacturing company. He was going to school for business administration. Although Harry was a rich kid he was humble and didn’t really flaunt his financial privilege. His style looked expensive though and probably was.  He had dark blonde hair and blue eyes and was a really handsome guy. He was a really nice guy but Peter kept a close eye on his father since in another universe his dad was the green goblin. Harry was also a friend of yours from middle school, so when Peter became friends with him he knew a bit about him already.

“I’m not sad,” Peter defended with not much conviction in his tone. 

“Well, he did say you looked sad,” Miles added. “You don’t have to be sad to look sad. But I know you’re lying because your dumbass got what they call ‘white girl wasted’ the other night.”

Miles Morales is the son of Jefferson Davis, another police captain (who also isn’t fond of Spiderman) and former crime-fighting partner to George Stacy. He is married to Rio Morales, who has patched up Spiderman on numerous occasions when things were serious enough that he had to be rushed to the hospital immediately. If she knew his real identity, she never said anything, which he appreciated. Together they had Miles, who is just as much of a genius as you are. He went to MIT for Engineering but graduated with his degree within two years and is now going to ESU for an art degree. He was brilliant at Graffiti art and often did mural commissions for different buildings as a side gig. He had black hair with a fade undercut that had a thunderbolt-like design on the sides and back of his head and big brown eyes. Peter met him through Gwen.

“I did not get ‘white girl wasted’.” Peter defended again. “I got wasted but definitely not ‘white-girl wasted’.”

“Dude, seriously?” Pavitr added. “You were crying so hard at one point that you threw up all over the yard. I don’t think the grass needed your emotions all over them.”

Pavitr Prabhakar is from India and he came to New York when he was fourteen on a scholarship to Horizon High, a school for brilliant and genius minds. He had big brown eyes and the most luscious hair Peter had ever seen. He was almost jealous of it. Nobody believed him when he said that he only uses coconut oil in his hair. Pav also went to MIT and graduated early and was now going to ESU for an art degree. He is notably really good at doing yo-yo tricks and poi flow arts and often will show off his tricks at parties. He was also really good at doing stunts and he and Peter would often go to the gym and practice parkour moves there. 

“So, I had a little too much to drink,” Peter admitted. “And too much of everything else but I promise you I’m fine.”

Gwen hummed not believing a word he said.

“Then, tell us,” Cindy started. “Who’s the girl you were all upset about?”

Peter looked at her shocked. 

“You said her name at the party,” she added. “And she’s definitely not one of us.”

Cindy Moon is someone Peter knew from Midtown Tech. She was briefly friends with Celina when they were in the same Hallyu club together. Cindy had long black hair with wispy bangs and almond-shaped brown eyes. She was Gwen’s best friend. Peter didn’t know much about her family, mostly because she never liked to talk about it, but they bonded over their time at Midtown Tech and how they should have become friends sooner. Not that it would have mattered. She was going to school for a communications major. 

Peter looked at each of his friends one by one and they looked back at him suspiciously and expectantly. He then sighed and his shoulders dropped. He couldn’t believe he was actually going to even try to explain to them anything about this situation. It was already crazy enough for him to understand but then to try and explain it in the simplest way possible without sounding like he’s gone absolutely sideways, but he’d try. He was clever and smart so he could figure out a way. 

“Alright, fine I’ll tell you,” Peter started. “But don’t make it weird.”

Each of them threw out ‘okays’ and ‘promise’ before they all turned their undivided attention to Peter. 

“So…there’s this girl.”

“I knew it!” Gwen exclaimed. “Pay up, Osborn.”

Peter looked from one blonde to another with his face twisted in an expression of confusion and disbelief. Harry cursed under his breath and sighed as pulled out his wallet. Seriously?

“You guys bet on this?” Peter asked his tone one of disbelief.

“Yep,” Gwen smirked. “In levels. Depending on how this goes I might walk out of here with 20 bucks or one hundred.”

Peter blinked but smirked softly at the two of them curiosity filling his mind. “Okay, you weirdos, can I continue without your outbursts?”

“Sorry,” Gwen said, genuinely apologetic. “Go on.”

“Alright, so there’s this girl, and…she forgot who I am.” He explained sheepishly. 

“Oh?” Pav asked lifting an eyebrow.

“How?” Harry asked with furrowed brows. “Like…literally forgot who you are? Or like ‘left you in the dust for some other person’ kind of forgot?”

“Literally,” Peter nodded. “Kind of like Amnesia.”

“Jinjja?” Cindy exclaimed in her mother tongue of Korean. (translation: “Really?”)

“We were…dating and then she forgot about me and….now she’s back in my life because she knows that she knows me but she doesn’t remember me. And it’s been causing her to have these really bad migraines and honestly…I don’t know how to help her yet because whenever I’m close to her, her migraines get worse. She has a doctor that she works with but I dunno if she’s been actually going to them. And I can’t tell her ‘Hey, I’m your boyfriend from five years ago’ or some shit like that. That sounds so…so creepy and… manipulative.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Gwen replied. “Unless she was like super rich or something.”

Peter looked at Gwen and pressed his lips together with a look that told her that her statement was in fact true. Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.

“So she’s a trust fund baby like Harrison over here!”

“It’s Harold,” Harry corrected. “And don’t call me that either.”

Peter took a deep breath. “I just don’t want to make this any more difficult for her than it already is and I don’t want her thinking that I’m only after her fortune. I couldn’t care less about how much money she has.” He leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Are you talking about (Y/N)?” Harry asked. 

Peter looked his way with a careful look. “Uhm…” He scratched the back of his head nervously. “Y-Yeah…it’s (Y/N).”

“Stark?!” Gwen exclaimed. “You were dating (Y/N) Stark.” It came out more like a statement rather than a question. “You almost had me there, Peter Parker.”

“You don’t believe me?” Peter asked raising an eyebrow.

“ I would believe you more if you told us that you’re Spiderman,” Miles added with a look of disbelief.

Peter nearly snorted. Man, if you knew.

“I believe you,” Cindy interjected and everyone looked at her confused. “We went to Midtown Tech with her. I didn’t know her personally, but we talked a few times. She’s really cool. It makes sense for them to be together. You seem like her type. She always talked about her study dates with a cute, nerdy guy with Michelle Jones-Watson.”

Peter smiled a little to himself and blushed lightly.

“Okay, so if this is true,” Gwen started again. “I understand your sentiment. But I still think you should tell her.”

Peter threw his head back and sighed. “But what if it makes things difficult? What if it makes her migraines worse? Or…what if she doesn’t feel the same way about me anymore…?” 

He had a hard time admitting that part out loud. Even though you both felt the pull and you clearly still felt something for him…or the idea of him anyway, five years is a long time and you both have grown to be different people than when you were seventeen, naive and in love. 

But Peter was still in love with you, and he was afraid that it was just because of the idea of you too.

“Well then don’t tell her,” Harry stated matter-of-factly. “Just slowly get to know each other again, and whatever comes up in her memory of you, just let it happen.” He gave him a lopsided grin and a friendly, nonchalant shrug. “Go with the flow, Parker.”

Peter thought about it for a moment. Go with the flow. As simple as it was, that was probably the best advice he could have gotten. 

“Yeah,” Cindy agreed. “Think of it as a way to start over and get to know each other in a new light.”

“Wait,” Miles said with a look of realization. “Did you say five years ago?”

“...Yep,” Peter replied, his voice higher than expected due to him having the fear to even confirm it. 

“What caused her to forget you?” Pav asked clicking a pen softly in his hand.

“...Concussion,” Peter said. “Head injury during a battle of Spiderman’s.” 

“Oh, that battle on the bridge, right?” Gwen asked. “With the Iron Spider Duo, right?” 

"Yeah," Peter nodded remembering how you both had almost gotten your asses handed to you during that battle. "That one."

“Damn…” Miles said softly. “That’s a long ass time, and that’s brutal. I hope she gets better soon. Concussions are no joke, man.”

Peter wished he could tell them the full extent of the story.

"Yeah, especially with her migraines, you know? When I'm around her they get worse. It's like she's trying to force me into her memory. And even though I am the missing piece, it's like trying to put two magnets together." 

Everyone went silent and everyone had a thoughtful look on their faces as the cogs in their neurons began turning. Peter realized he said something that resonated with their brain cells. He looked at each of his friends repeatedly.

“What?” Peter asked confused. 

“That's the problem,” Harry replied. “Putting two magnets together.”

“Yeah? What are you getting at?” Peter asked.

“You have to put yourself into new memories.” Harry continued.  “You're already in the old memories right? You're the magnet, her memories are the metal that the magnet attaches to,” He explained. “Since the you five years ago are already attached to those memories. What you need to do is attach yourself to new memories that can possibly replace the old memories."

"So like remaking those memories?"

"Exactly!" Harry smiled. “And it wouldn’t be manipulative, if anything it might help her remember both memories and she can appreciate both of them respectively.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, Harry,” Cindy responded with an unsure tone in her voice.

“I mean, it’s worth a shot, no?” Harry glanced at her and shrugged before looking back to Peter. “If that doesn’t work then at least you can say that you tried right? And who knows, you might find out that you guys turn out to be great friends still.”

“Y’know for a frat bro, you’re kinda cool, Harry,” Gwen teased.

“Shut up,” He laughed as he squinted his eyes at her. 

Peter chuckled softly before sitting up straight in his chair, “Thanks, you guys,” he smiled at his friends endearingly. “I feel better.”

“Anytime!” Pav smiled. 

“But we better get updates on everything,” Gwen said with a serious look on her face but a not-so-serious tone in her voice. 

Peter chuckled, “Only if she’s okay with it.”

~

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[lekeyeh24]

‼️earth42 miles morales x spider OC . enemies to lovers‼️

two teens who know nothing abt eachother soon have feeling for each other.

CHARACTERS

Brianna reeds a.k.a playing the role of you

miles morales good & bad

spider gwen

hobie

pavitr prabhakar

peter parker and his baby

mayday

miles parents

uncle arron

Miguel o’harro (sorry if i didnt spell it right.)

all the other side characters

this is your suit pretend it has a hood and it doesn’t say avengers

your name is brianna

your 17

your Puerto Rican/black

5’5

hazel eyes

wavy / curly hair

the middle child

you are the 5 oldest out of your siblings

you have 16 siblings 8 girls 8

boys (some are adopted)

u live in the same apartment as miles btw

your sisters

this is your older sister zuri

shes 19

loves to skate

is very adventurous

straight

this is the eldest sister her name is

Kenia

22 years old

lesbian her gf is the one with the two buns in her hair

what you look like

brianna

17 years old

spider girl

love graffiti

straight

Michelle she is older then brinna

18 years old

emo🖤

loves going out with her bf

these are the twins

names are Amaya & Layla and destiny & harmony

the two in the first picture are 16 and the two in the other are 15

they are all alike

they love fashion

most popular at school

this is your youngest sister Bailey

14 years old

loves to do hair and makeup

the BEST cook EVER

thats all your sister here are all your brothers

Xavier

hes the youngest out of everyone

14 years old he was born 10 minutes after bailey was

loves to play video games with his friends online

this is Cameron

hes 20

this is his gf miah

he loves to go to the beach

loves to surf

alright so these are the middles

the first one with the red shirt is michael he is 16 he is quite and a bookworm u could say he is 5’7

the one with the flowers in his hair is Anthony he is 23 6’2 nice strong and non confrontational

the one next to him is kobe he is 18 6’0 very loud plays football with jace & Jayden and carter

the one with the glasses is jace 17 he really just cares abt his phone and is on it like 24/7 he is 5’9

the light skin is jayden he is 15 5’7 loves that food and football

the last one is carter he is 17 6’2 your best friend a.k.a your brother and birthday twin

he is the only one who knows she is spider girl

here are sum family pictures ig u could say

THATS ALL THE CHARACTERS FOR TODAY

I WILL POST THE BACKSTORY AND MORE TMR BEFORE WE GET INTO THE REAL STORY‼️

[heartofwritiing]

I guess this time there’s just no hiding, (fighting you make me restless.)

parings: hockeyplayer!wilbur soot x figureskater!fem!reader (+ c!philza & c!kristen they own the ice rink!) (mentions of platonic!c!tommy x fem!reader)

summary: you and wilbur meet for the first time after your schedules get mixed up.

authors note: OKAY SO I started writing this back in April and never finished it, but I recently read Icebreaker by hannah grace and I had the urge to finish it! the idea was an au of what if sbi were a hockey team! (pretty sure I saw fanart once of dsmp like that but it could’ve been american football or soccer??) I've literarily been editing and re-writing this for three days straight and I think it's okay, but I hope you guys like it! I'm excited to post it anyways!! Let me know if I should do a part two!!

*title is lyrics from set me free by michelle branch from the ice princess soundtrack!

Warnings: Hockey AU!, first meetings, flirting,annoyance-lovers, swearing, beardbur. YES. unedited! (If there is anything I forgot let me know!!)

Ice skates glided across the smooth ice, freshly resurfaced only a few minutes ago. The blades cut with every movement, leaving lines in your wake.

It felt so freeing, so weightless in a way. You always loved being out on the ice. It felt like another world permitting your feet to take control and letting your mind be free of your thoughts.

Warm-ups were always a great excuse to not practice your triple lutzes. You had been trying to get it down for weeks, and your coach told you to just take it one day at a time but, of course, you still pushed yourself until you got it perfectly.

You were glad your scheduled preparation was when no one was at the rink, so you wouldn't get distracted while practicing for regionals. The only people in the building were the Zamboni driver, Sam, and the owners of the building.

Once you completed your warm-up, you felt fully prepared to begin your routine. You took a deep breath and focused all your energy to your feet, taking a deep breath, tuning out the world. At that moment, it was just you and the ice.

Following your whole set flawlessly, It came time to go for the triple lutz, you moved faster but more immersed, and you push off the ground sailing through the air and spinning. When you landed on your opposite foot, you failed to gain your balance and collided with a thud. A sharp pain shot through your body from the impact, but you brushed it off quickly collecting yourself. You got up to try again.

The cold air hit your face as you staked back to your starting point in the middle. You concentrated again and went for an attempt at the triple lutz again. You lifted into the air and suddenly felt something hard crashing into you. A groan and another thud, this time from the person you had slammed into.

You landed hard on your ass and groaned. Thinking to yourself why the hell was someone else on the ice while you were. Annoyed you’d have to start once again You quickly looked up only to find yourself face-to-face with a handsome stranger. He was also on the ground having slipped from the impact of your body colliding into his.

"oh shit,” he mumbled. “are you okay?" he quickly picked himself up and offered his hand out. Your heart raced, and you felt warmth spread throughout your body.

Effortlessly he helped you to your feet. You realized how tall he actually was since he towered over you. You begin to feel a bit dizzy staring up at the tall man. You guessed it was from the numerous times you had hit the floor hard. It certainly wasn’t the butterflies punching in your stomach from the painfully attractive male.

“I'm fine,” you replied shakily. “ I wasn’t paying attention,”

He smirked down at you as you stood up. You were able to observe his features more closely the closer you stood to him. The stubble around his jaw and under his chin adds a rugged charm, while his curly and slightly disheveled hair partially covers his eyes. You swear you catch a little glint in that soft brown gaze.

Likely from catching the tremble in your voice only moments ago, inadvertently revealing your nerves. You silently scolded yourself for behaving like a teenager around this attractive stranger.

“It's okay sweetheart, I wasn’t paying attention either," The stranger's voice crooned and sounded like honey. Your knees slightly buckled at the sound of his accent dropping a few octaves lower.

What was happening?

You nodded silently, fiddling with your skating attire between your fingers in an attempt to steady your thumping heart. Your gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, taking in his attire.

He wore a hockey uniform with a distinct green stripe at the top and a white base. The jersey's padding accentuated his broad shoulders, and the prominent pine green number 14 drew attention. Overall, the uniform made his complexion appear less pale somehow.

The realization hit you. He was a hockey player who played for the team that practiced in this rink. Hell, you knew Coach Phil, who owned the rink with his wife Kristen your skating coach. They were like your parents, taking you under their wings at a young age.

The hockey team he coached was dubbed "The Crows." appropriately after his favorite bird. Phil told you the story of how crows were loyal to those who treat them with kindness and how they repay it back to you. It never bore you in the slightest the number of times he told you over the years.

Although you have never attended a game yourself. You weren't a fan of the sport. You didn't even know the basic rules. Since Kristen has informed you about the rowdiness and occasional violence that can occur, you never opted to go to an actual game.

Sometimes, when you finished your practice, you could hear the disruptive noise coming from the men's locker room down the hall. You would often roll your eyes and walk past the doorway with disgust over how loud they were.

The dislike of them wasn't personal you never had met any of the boys before. But something about broad-shouldered men doing nothing but finding some way to ooze testosterone poisoning every chance they got annoyed you for no particular reason. So you purposely avoided them at all costs.

There was only one person from The Crows you had spoken with until now - Tom, who preferred to be called Tommy, as he told you shyly. Although younger than the others, he possessed a charming yet bold personality. Strangely, you felt a protective instinct towards him, like an older sibling though you couldn't define why.

Since meeting Tommy, you had only talked with him in passing, but you knew he was a good kid and liked him.

You were lost in thought for nearly a minute and didn't speak to the hockey player standing close to you. He smiled and lowered his head as if he had spoken though you didn't hear him.

"Huh?" you blink.

He chuckles, and the sound echoes in your ears, causing your heart to pound again.

"I asked for your name, darling," he mused.

Oh...

And that nickname. It seemed as though he was intentionally trying to make you feel flustered.

You realized that you didn't even know his name you quickly abandoned any preconceptions about him and answered him politely.

"Y/N,"

When he heard how your name sounded falling off your lips he smiled genuinely. As if it was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. It seemed to have a significant impact on him. His reaction stirred something within you. Like a strange connection between the two of you was forming from this one interaction.

"Im Wilbur- or Wil, that's what my friends call me,”

It was becoming increasingly difficult to dislike this man by the minute. You decided to have a little fun, thinking it couldn't hurt.

“Oh? So we're friends now?” You raised an eyebrow.

He playfully teased, "If that's what you want."

Cheeky bastard. You thought while smiling.

“Now if you don't mind darling, I have to practice."

Feeling a sudden shift in your head made you glare at the back of his head. Pushing off your stakes to circle around him and put a hand on his chest. Wilbur looks at you with a stunned expression, as if he's surprised that you dared to stop him. a

"I've only been here for twenty minutes. You are not going to take advantage of my practice time," you scoff. “I have at least another half hour left."

You didn't mean to come off in a snooty way, but the stress you were under was so overwhelming. Winning regionals was so important to you, and you weren't going to let this jerk interrupt your training, no matter how handsome he was.

Wilbur just shrugged.

“Sorry sweetheart but playoffs are coming up, and I need to work on my shots,”

Your eyes narrowed and you faced off in a staring contest. Stubborn as you were you didn't move an inch.

“Well, I am not leaving.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

The only thing to pull your gaze away from his was the sound of Phil coming down the stairs in the stands asking what was wrong.

You skated over to the open space where Phil was walking down the steps, ignoring the fact that Wilbur was trailing right behind you.

"Phil, I was here first, and my time is nowhere near done. However, Wilbur insists that it's his practice time that I am intruding on it."

"Listen, ice princess," Wilbur said with a hint of frustration. You reluctantly turn to face him, wearing a scowl on your face. "We're just a week away from one of our biggest games of the season, and we need to focus on practice. I can't waste time dealing with any of your bullshit."

The tone of his voice caught you off guard for a second. Which caused you to put your lips in a thin line. You weren't expecting him to get this intense over the situation. Then you knew nothing about him.

"Wil," Phil gives him a warning glare. This promptly shuts Wilbur up.

"Both of you calm down. We will get this figured out," he tries to reason. He yells for Kristen as she comes sprinting out of the office that posed in the corner of the rink with the glass windows looking out to the entire stadium. You watch on as there are hushed tones between the pair as they look at the clipboard in Phil's hands.

You hear Phil mumble out a string of curses. This causes concern to cross your and Wilbur's faces, but you don't say anything. Phil rubs his forehead as his wife turns to you with a remorseful expression.

"I'm sorry guys, We must've gotten the schedules mixed up.” Phil looks at you sheepishly.

Kristen starts by saying that the problem is currently unfixable. She explains that they have numerous prior booked events for the rink, making it impossible to alter the schedule.

Great. You thought.

Not only was it two weeks before nationals, but you also needed the space to practice. This was the only skating rink around. And you had a suspicion that the hockey team was bearing to be more stubborn than you were about this new situation.

Then you heard the words that made your stomach drop.

"you're gonna have to share the space on the ice."

After Kristen spoke, chaos broke out. Both you and Wilbur bombarded the married couple with injunctions and protests. This wasn't fair in the slightest.

They managed to convince both of you to settle down and come to an understanding. The consequences of not doing so would result in Wilbur being benched and you being unable to skate in the regionals this year. Losing the opportunity to compete was not an option for either of you, especially after putting in so much effort since last year's competition.

Reluctantly you agreed to get along with Wilbur and the rest of the team when the time came, no matter how much you hated it.

Upon Kristen's return to the office and Phil informing the rest of the boys about the situation in the lockers, you opted to skate to the far end of the rink, away from others, choosing a spot with brighter lighting.

"Well, looks like we're gonna be seeing a lot of each other, darling." Wilbur wandered up to you while you got into position to start your program.

You huffed. Yep, this was your life now. Anticipating Wilbur's continuous comments every day for the next two weeks.

"Don't get too used to it, pretty boy," You sniped. "I only agreed to share for Phil and Kristen's sanity."

He snickered and hummed.

"Whatever you say," he mumbled. "Just don't let my pretty face distract you from your skating," he winked and skated backward.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks and tried to convince yourself that it was from how aggravated you were over a minute ago.

"I wouldn't let it get to your head," you voiced. "I could still easily beat your ass in staking any day,"

He smirked at you, seemingly challenging you to prove your capabilities. Even though you had nothing to prove, you just wanted the satisfaction of making a fool out of him. However, you know that the time for retaliation was not now. Eventually, you will wipe that arrogant grin off his face.

"I'm looking forward to it, darling," He said before he turned to join his team.

As the rest of his team gathered in a huddle, you watched as they greeted Wilbur in a brotherly way. Tommy had slid up to him enthusiastically, rabbling about whatever was on his mind today. Most likely hockey related.

Wilbur had brought a hand up to the top of Tommy’s head to playfully ruffle his hair before moving over to where Phil was getting the team settled, but not before flicking the blonde on the forehead. A whiney “ouch!” escaped the younger one’s mouth as he followed behind his teammate, causing an amused smile to tug on your lips at their antics.

Taking one final glance at Wilbur wrapping his hands in tape before pushing into the first move. A simple glide and you went into your own world.

Wilbur glimpsed over to your side of the rink and watched as you began your routine. He was absolutely enthralled with watching how flawlessly you moved. Definitely thinking about how beautiful you looked in your attire, even if it was a simple zip-up jacket and yoga pants.

He definitely wasn’t looking. He was.

It wasn’t until one of his teammates pulled him out of his trance with a smack to the back of the head with a glove that he reluctantly pulled his eyes away from you and fell into his own practice as Phil blew the whistle to signal them all to fall into their positions.

The next two weeks were going to be quite interesting, to say the least.

tagging @merakiwi ! since you liked my previous stuff! if you don't want me to tag you in anything in the future let me know!

[noellawrites]

Friends to Lovers - Michelle Mallon x reader

summary: feelings come to light during your drunken movie night with Michelle

warnings: alcohol use, kissing

“My family’s gone for the night so y’know what that means,” you grinned, swinging open a cabinet to reveal multiple wine and liquor bottles.

“Oh, score!” Michelle cheered, immediately pulling out a bottle of vodka and grabbing two shot glasses.

Your best friend and crush giddily poured the shots and passed one to you. As she smiled at you, you couldn’t help the giddy, butterfly-swarm feeling that arose in your stomach.

“Cheers to friendship," you offered, raising your shot glass and clinking it with Michelle's. You both drank your shots quickly, wearing matching sour expressions as the liquid tumbled down your throats.

"That was disgusting! Let's do another," she grinned, looking back into the cabinet to assess the other liquors.

You savored the moment as Michelle's curly hair tumbled over her shoulder, exposing her collarbone. The tinny of her dangling earrings was a noise you'd never tire of.

"Maybe we should just take another shot of vodka," you suggested, pouring more liquid into your glasses. Michelle turned around, smile crawling up her lips.

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"Hey ‘chelle, do you have a movie in mind? It’s your night to choose.”

“I’ll look through your family’s tapes,” Michelle offered as you both went back into the living room.

“My da’ picked up a few, but it’s mostly old crap,” you explained as Michelle thumbed through your family’s VHS collection.

She settled on an old action flick and popped it into the player. By now, you were both quite a few shots in. Michelle sat on the couch next to you and you were silent, buried in your own thoughts.

"Care to share?" Michelle asked, nudging your shoulder. You looked over at her expectant expression, suddenly feeling overwhelmed.

You were thinking about her. The playful glimmer in her eyes, her impulsive streak, her zany hairstyles, the way her soft hand sometimes held yours.

"It's just—never mind," you sighed, looking down and collecting your thoughts.

You wanted to be honest more than anything. But no matter how much you wanted to, you knew you could never risk the strong bond of friendship that held you and Michelle together.

"C'mon (y/n). Something's wrong, I can tell. Did you drink too much?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"You know what? Maybe I did drink too much because I could never do this when I'm sober," you said, feeling a surge of confidence.

"Do what?" Michelle said, obviously puzzled. Her arm rested on the edge of the couch as you sat facing each other.

"I might regret this tomorrow, but you're even more gorgeous when you're drunk. Or maybe I'm just less of an idiot and more confident. But anyway, I just really want to do this. If it's okay with you," you explained.

You leaned close to Michelle, gently placing your hand on her cheek as your lips met. Michelle was the first to move, leaning into the kiss as you felt her lips curl into a smile against yours.

"I've wanted this for so long. Can't believe you were ballsy enough to make the first move though," she grinned.

You pressed your bodies together in a lust-filled haze. You could feel the tension between you evaporating as you embraced each other more deeply, silently in agreement that things would never be the same again. But you were more than okay with that.

[jordie-gvf]

more to love, josh kiszka

this is for my plus size ladies! i wrote this from experience!

friendly reminder that if ANYONE needs someone to talk to, that I am here.

warnings : bullying, language, being the overweight best friend, crying, smut, oral f rec

word count : 1.4k+

pairing : josh kiszka x plussize!reader

There was no denying that you had been bigger than most women. There was no thigh gap, you had flabby arms, you had love handles, you had always been big. 

Josh never saw it as big. He viewed you as more to love. He loved everything about you. He loved falling asleep on you, he loved wearing your clothes, he loved grabbing your thighs, he loved you.

You, Josh, Jake, and Rachel had gone out. Rachel and Jake had been together for a little while shorter than you and Josh had. Jake and Rachel met through you. She was your best friend. The skinny best friend, the one who was always the spotlight. 

You walked into the restaurant and saw Rachel, dressed in a tight red dress, hair done, perfect nails. Perfect body, perfect hair, perfect nails. Everything about her was perfect. 

You and Josh sat down at the table and ordered your drinks. “Don't you think you should lay off the sweet tea, hun?” Rachel said. You looked at her astonished, “Excuse me?” you asked her.

“I said, are you going to lay off the tea? That shit is so bad for you, no wonder why you look like that. Your thighs look fucking huge.” she repeated. You looked at her, mouth hung open. Josh looked over at Jake and he was looking over at Rachel, surprised.

Your drinks came over and the waitress asked if you were ready to order food. You hadn't eaten anything yet and Josh knew that. “I will take chicken tenders and fries with ranch. What do you want, love?” he asked you. You shook your head and said, “I'm fine.” He shook his head and said to the waitress, “She’ll take the same, thank you.” He turned to you and said, “You have to eat, hun.” You shook your head and got up from the table. 

You went to the bathroom and locked the door, looking in the mirror. You took one look into the reflection of your own eyes. “Why didn't I come out like her?” you said to yourself, getting teary eyed. Your hair had been curly and shaggy, just like Danny’s. Your outfit was a blue sweater with jeans and white shoes. Your nails were just pink with a heart on your middle and ring fingers.

You ended up in the bathroom corner, head in your hands, crying. The door knob jiggled and in came the bartender. She had been one of your best friends in high school, before Rachel. She witnessed all the harsh words Rachel had said to you in high school.

“Y/N, is that you?” Michelle asked you. You nodded and she got down on the floor with you. “Come on, why are you crying? Don't tell me it's Rachel, again?” She asked you. You nodded and she sighed. She moved next to you and put her head on your shoulder, comforting you. 

Michelle was at your wedding, she was your maid of honor. “You have one thing she doesn't, Kiszka attached to her name, you do. She doesn't have that beautiful ring on her finger.” she said. 

You looked down at your left hand and saw your ring. Josh had picked out the most beautiful ring for you. You heard a “Mama? You in here?” 

Josh. You had left him at the table, alone. Michelle opened the stall and in walked Josh, your purse, a to go bag, and a sweet tea in his hand. He stuck his free hand out and said, “Come on, let's go home.” 

He helped you up and you hugged him. Knowing that's what you needed in moments like that, he put everything on the floor and hugged you back. “I know,” was all he had to say. 

You two got home and you grabbed your purse out of the backseat. Josh grabbed the food and put it all out on the kitchen table. He poured your tea into your favorite cup and added lots of ice. He sat back down and said, “You weren't there, but Jake and I told her what she said was wrong. He wouldn't let me cuss her out.” 

NO ONE'S POV

“Why would you say that to her? You know she has problems with her body image, what the hell is wrong with you?” Josh scolded Rachel. “Yeah Rach, I mean seriously. Did you really need to say that to her?” Jake agreed with his brother. Rachel looked over at Jake and said, “Well I'm not wrong. She's slowly killing herself. She needs to eat healthier and go to the gym.” 

“She goes to the gym! She eats salads every night for dinner! She eats salad and then goes to the gym, for hours on end. I saw her in the mirror the other day, grabbing her thigh and making it look smaller, saying “My body is my body, there is nothing I can do.” So fuck you. She wakes up at 3AM, starving cause all she eats is fucking lettuce and doesnt eat anything to support her needs. You know what she needs, is a fucking support system! She needs someone to understand how she feels. You've been her best friend since college and this is how you treat her?” Josh said and stood up from the table. He looked at his little brother and said, “Your bitch needs a leash.” and walked away. 

He went to the bar and told them to pack the food to-go and if they could add a large sweet tea. Jake came over and said, “Tell Y/N that I'm sorry.” Josh turned to him and said, “It's not you who should be apologizing.” 

He got the food and walked into the bathroom and saw Michelle and Y/N in the stall together.

Y/N'S POV

You and Josh had eaten dinner and went upstairs to get ready for the night. You showered together, but Josh finished first. He set out clothes for you and got into his pajamas. He laid down and waited for you to finish in the shower.

You came out of the bathroom and saw your clothes sitting on the edge of your bed. You saw your favorite lotion sitting on the bed. “Can I put it on for you?” Josh spoke up and asked. You nodded and he let you sit down on the bed. You put your cami and panties on but left the pants off so he could rub lotion on you. 

“Look at that beautiful ring, it shines just like you.” he said. You blushed and reached down for a kiss. He laid you down and moved down to your legs. He rubbed your legs and said, “Can I take these off?” and played with the waistband of your panties. You nodded and he said, “Let me hear you say it.” 

“Yes Josh, please take them off.” you told him, growing impatient. He pulled them down and said, “Look at that, Mama. Why’re you all wet, baby?” You kept silent and let him work his magic. He rubbed your thighs and said, “I love your thighs, especially when my head is buried between them. Keep my ears warm, baby.” and put his head between your legs. 

He attached his lips to your clit and wrapped his arms up under your ass, resting his hands on your ass cheeks. He nuzzled his face closer into you and you felt his tongue dart in and out of you.

He continued his assault on your pussy, never slowing the pace of his tongue. He removed one hand from you and attached his thumb to your clit. You sat up on your elbows and looked at Josh. He looked up at you, lower half his face no longer in your sight. He flashed his pretty brown eyes at you and sucked harder on you.

You laid back down and threaded your left hand into his hair. He moaned into you when you tugged on his hair a little. His hair had gotten caught on something, so you looked and saw your ring, snagged in his hair. You pulled your ring out of his hair, which caused his head to jerk forward. He moaned into you and licked faster.

After you had finished, he kissed up your body and focused on your stomach. He laid his head down on you and said, “I love you and your perfect body. It's just more to love.”

[agaypanic]

Maybe something for Michelle Mallon? I didn't know you wrote for her! Maybe meeting her while trying to do something for the first time. The reader is more of someone who hasn't experienced much, but is very eager to do so. So when they meet Michelle, they're very happy to let her lead the way.

I hope that makes sense! Its good to get back to reading your stuff 👍

Learn How To Roll (Michelle Mallon X GN!Reader)

Masterlist

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Summary: You decide to check out the new roller rink in town, despite not knowing how to skate. A curly headed girl with a bit of a coarse personality takes it upon herself to teach you.

A/N: tbh when i first read this i thought it was a smut request (especially with how michelle generally is as a character) but then when rereading i saw “meeting her while” lmao so it took a while to figure out a plot for this. basically just a meet cute with michelle, might be a bit ooc but idc

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It was a bit embarrassing, the situation you were in. At the brand new skating rink in Derry, clinging to the railing for dear life while trying not to fall on your face as you watched everyone else speed past you. What was worse was that no one had forced you to come, and no one was forcing you to stay. You were stubborn about being in this rink until you got the hang of using the roller skates, no matter how many times you fell on your ass.

And you had fallen many times.

Huffing in slight frustration, you used the wall to pull yourself forward, trying to keep yourself steady. Every time someone whizzed past you, you froze, forming an iron grip on the barrier. You became most anxious when a big group of people passed.

This was the third time a particular friend group had passed by you, giggling and talking amongst themselves as they skated. You knew of them from school, but not too well. Just that they were very prone to getting into trouble. On the edge of the group was a girl with long black curly hair and big hoop earrings, usually saying something harsh to the only boy in the group.

But when they all passed you this time, she glanced back at you. Without saying anything to her friends, she turned around and stopped in front of you, leaning on the wall as she looked at you somewhat curiously.

“What’s up with you?” She asked, raising a brow. “Can’t you skate?”

You wanted to roll your eyes; you thought the answer was pretty clear.

“Not exactly.” You responded.

“Yeah, that’s pretty fuckin’ obvious.” She laughed, popping the gum that she was chewing on. After a few seconds of silence and her eyes being fixated on your feet, she looked back up at you. “Want some help?”

“What?”

“Are you deaf or something?” The girl asked a bit harshly, which took you aback. Then she cleared her throat and reached her hand out, which you just stared at. “Come on, don’t be a pussy.”

This girl, whose name you didn’t even know, seemed a bit mean. But something was tugging at you to accept the offer. Maybe it was the fact that you didn’t want to fall on your ass anymore. But at the same time, there was something kind of alluring about this mystery girl.

“There you go!” She grinned as you grabbed her hand, slowly skating backward and pulling you with her. As you moved, you quickly grasped for her other hand, resembling a newborn deer. “I’m Michelle, by the way.”

“Y/n.” You squeaked, gluing your eyes to your feet in fear that you would trip over something.

“Look up,” Michelle said, and you obeyed. “You gotta look forward, that’s why you keep falling on your arse.” She said with a laugh, and you couldn’t help but laugh with her.

Eventually, Michelle let go of one of your hands and moved to your side so you were facing the same direction. She was definitely going a bit slower than she had been going with her friends, but she didn’t seem to mind. And when her friend group had made another lap, she waved them off instead of rejoining them.

“Now you’re getting it,” Michelle said as you started picking up pace, feeling more steady in the roller skates. But even after skating a few laps around the roller rink, you and Michelle didn’t think to let go of each other’s hand.

[aphroditestempleimagines]

The Obsidianite Jewel

A fem!reader x Chevalier Michel Fanfiction

Chapter 14 -> Chapters Masterlist

Words: 3329

Warnings: none

Summary: It all started when your fiancé, Prince Gilbert, brought you to the palace of Rhodolite. He hoped he would find the secrets of the princes. Instead, he lost your heart to the brutal beast. However, Gilbert is not going to let your heart wander away easily

"Be quiet!", whispered Yves, "We'll get an earful if we're noticed"

"Oh come on", laughed Leon, "We're hardly children. Sariel can't say anything to us. And I doubt his majesty cares"

He winked at Emma as he climbed atop the bannister and slid all the way down to the ground floor. Emma laughed as the lion prince took a graceful bow.

Yves blew his fringe away from his face. "And I'd appreciate it if you weren't this familiar with my girlfriend", he murmured.

Emma slowed down her pace and leaned in to give him a small peck on the cheek. Yves' face turned red like a radish. He turned his head away, his honey-blonde hair falling over his blushed cheeks and nose, keeping them out of sight. But his shy smile was evident.

Licht greeted the two of them at the entrance. He was standing straight, hand on the hilt of his sword. He looked around for guards and signalled the rest to follow, treating their childish dalliance as an important military mission. Jin was with him, body sprayed on the stairs as he enjoyed a glass of whiskey and smiled at the silly seriousness of his younger brother.

The five of them made their way to town. It was no accident that the guards left them alone, as attempting to stop them would be going against their orders. However, they all treated the lack of resistance as proof of their successful endeavour. They reached a small tavern, tucked in an alley near the central square. Jin and Leon favoured that place and always took any opportunity to steal some time in there. For Yves and Licht it was a first. Yves would not be there at all if Jin had not convinced Licht to follow them on that day, claiming there was suspicious movement in the area; a lie, of course.

They bathed in the golden candlelight of the tavern the moment they opened its door, a far contrast to the blue hue of the night that reigned in the town. A sweet tune on the lute filled their ears. The atmosphere was warmer than usual, that much was clear. The place was much more crowded, even though it was later at night than when the princes used to frequent. People sat on their tables all around, their backs turned to the door, drinks in hand as they looked at the far back of the room. Their gazes were focused on a slim young man with untamable curly hair. He was the one playing the lute, his dexterous fingers plucking the strings with grace and elegance as he sang his song as if he were telling a story. The people were drawn as much from his voice as from his smile. He played a few chords, setting an end to the ballad.

He laughed as he called, "Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you remember the words!"

He smiled sneakily at his audience as he climbed up on a small stage behind him, where a small band of local musicians sat. He began playing again, his tempo shifting to a much faster one. He started singing loudly, pouring all his passion into the words as the band joined alongside him.

"And a princess gone and two brothers left from a kingdom's rotten view

though she was first and valiant, a black sword ran her through",

he climbed on the nearest table,

"And though they never could amount to her talent and her wit

they still looked up and loved her cause she'd do the same for him.

Oh the Thorn Princess, the destined Queen,

a guardian of the weak.

The Thorn Princess, the destined Queen,

the one whose crown we'll free"

His green eyes sparkled as he took in the applause that followed his song. He gave a graceful bow, executed to perfection and better than any actor's ever dreamed.

"Thank you, thank you!", he cried, hand elegantly waving in the air His eyes had already spotted the small company of royals, even though they were doing a decent job of being inconspicuous. He approached their table after they sat (and he had gathered a fair amount of coins from the crowd around him). "Greetings new friends", he said. His foot on the bench, he placed his elbow on his knee to lean in towards them. "You don't seem to belong here", he whispered. His eyes darted towards Yves for a moment. He was still smiling charmingly. His voice was anything but threatening, but Yves still took offence, talking over Leon's awkward laugh.

"I'm sorry, but what do you mean like that?", he said, "What did we even do? You're the one who's new he-"

"Your gold pendant, your highness", the young man said calmly. He remained calm in front of Yves' exaggerated tantrum, never raising his voice.

At the sight of his own pendant, peaking under his shirt, Yves was thrown into a frantic effort to hide it back again. His hands covered his face, shielding it from the man's gaze. "Thank you", he spat, almost as if he was made to do so.

"You are most welcome", the young man said.

"How do you know of our heritage?", Leon frowned, "You don't seem from around here. We might as well have been rhodolitian nobility who were able to afford a trinket like that"

"Trinket?", the word caused Yves to show his face once more. Leon smiled at him.

"I grew up serving in a palace", the man said, "You hear all sorts of things in the halls, and see all sorts of things". He backed away and brought his hand to his heart as he took a bow. "My name is Jonathan Lively", he said, "Your loyal bard".

"I loved your song Jonathan!", Emma cheered.

"Ah a compliment by the most beautiful of ladies", the bard placed a hand on his hand, "i play to live up to your kind words"

"That's a northern accent", Jin commented, "Where are you from?"

"Oh, all sorts of places honestly", Jonathan responded, " My mother is from Jade, my father considers himself to be one with the Wolf tribe of the north but I grew up in Benitoite"

"Oh so that's how you know so much about Rhodolite", Emma smiled.

"I suppose you could say flower", Jonathan sweetly smiled back. He scratched his nape with his hand. "I don't really consider myself Benitonian though. I don't agree with their work-first lifestyle", he laughed.

The waiter brought the drinks the company ordered to their table and added a beer for the musician, on the house of course.

"So who's the princess?", Licht asked after a strong sip of his drink, "Who's the story about?"

Jonathan focused his eyes on his drink. "Someone I've heard tales about my whole life", he said.

"Hey Jonathan!", one of the villagers cried, "Sing us another song will 'ya?"

Jonathan giggled over his beer. He raised his head proudly. "Well I must go", he said. He gulped down his beer and shook his head to shake off the dizziness that followed. He fixed his tattered jacket. "A bard's duty never ends", he said. He grabbed his lute and climbed upon the stage once more. "Do you want another one?", he asked to which the crow responded a strong "yes". "I have a new one I wrote myself quite recently", he said and passed the lute's belt over his shoulder.

Sweet music filled the room once again. "He's funny", said Emma.

"Not in a good way", puffed Yves.

Leon laughed. "I like him".

Jonathan reached the refrain of his song.

His eyes darted towards the small group and he smiled.

"A love that is strong, a love that is true, battles all storms and always wins too.

Someone could love with a heart made of wool

but nothing can thrive when the heart is not full.

A frozen heart and a heart of stone

will either break or they'll change their tone"

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You felt an arm wrap around you as you were surrounded once again by warmth. Chevalier, eyes still closed, buried his head in your shoulder as he held you tight in his sleep. You took his hand in yours and brushed your thumb over his knuckles. A smile crept upon your face. The past two weeks had been a dream. The war had been officially over. Gilbert was moved to a much more secure fortress in Rhodolite until the nations affected by the war he started decided what to do with him. Peace was restored between the four nations and the princes were working towards restoring the lost resources and caring for the wounded of their country. Yet each and every one of these undeniably happy facts paled in front of waking up next to the person you loved. The person for whom you had longed for for almost half a year.

You turned around and wrapped your hands around his muscular body. You buried your face into his chest, the buttons of his half-opened blouse tickling your cheeks. The smell of soap and roses conquered your senses. Chevalier caressed your head, his fingers entangling with your beautiful locks. His breathing was calm. Relaxed. He leapt between sense and dream. His golden hair was messy. his cheeks rosey from sleep. You could not help but cup one of them. All tension evaporated from him as you did.

You gazed to your left. The handle of the small dagger peaked from underneath his pillow. His sword lay a few feet away. It was curious how Gilbert had kept everyone away with fear or false promises, while Chevalier accepted their wrath and retaliated only should they act upon it. They were both hated, but one forced love and obedience while the other withdrew and accepted the feeling as a natural response to his actions.

You clenched your fists. Why? Why were they willing to go this far? All Chevalier did was look to a brighter future. He had hardened his heart, sacrificed love for years in order to make himself able to stomach the hard decisions are left to the crown. He was, in all aspects, a leader. He cared even for those who hated him as long as they did not hinder the course of his actions. It was a hard path he had chosen, but it was a path bound by duty. One which you yourself had taken, in your own way.

Chevalier placed his hand over yours as it held his cheek. You startled. You returned your gaze to his face. His eyes were still closed. He guided your hand to his lips and kissed your palm. "You're overthinking again", he murmured.

"I'm not"

He opened his frozen blue eyes. There was no ice left in them. He cupped your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Yes, you are", he said, "I am in favour of thinking, but you focus on the wrong things". His eyes turned to the dagger. You followed them. He must had noticed the sorrow in your gaze cause he held you closer and placed a kiss on the crown of your hair. You sighed in his arms. Soon, he had gone back to sleep.

You tried to wiggle out of his arms. It was no use. You turned back to him. There was a slight smile on his lips, one you had learned to notice after spending so much time with him.

"I have work to do you know", you said.

"Ten more minutes", his arms were unwilling to let go of you.

"Chevalier", you said but somehow your lips were unable to say no. You relaxed. "Alright", you sighed.

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When Emma, Yves and Licht went outside to have their morning tea someone was already sitting in their regular settee. The princess of Istidor was dressed in a beautiful light blue off-shoulder gown with a book splayed open on her thighs and a cup of sweet tea on her lips. She greeted them with a lovely smile as they came close.

"Your Highness!", Emma cheered, "It's lovely to see you again!"

"It always is", said Yves and placed one of his signature cakes in the middle of the table. Licht sliced it and offered the first piece to her. She politely nodded and pointed towards the space in front of her. "Thank you", she said as Licht left the plate in front of her.

"So how come you're out here?", Licht asked.

"I'm-"

"There you are!", a man's voice called from behind.

The princes were startled by the sudden arrival. Licht's hand fell on his sword, ready to draw. As they turned to face their visitor however their eyes frowned in a completely different way, shifting from distrust to confusion in a matter of seconds. Jonathan was walking towards the settee, a joyous smile on his face. The former dishevelled appearance of his clothes was no more, for they were replaced by a long aubergine coat with golden embroidery on the collar. A long sword peaked from underneath, and so did a buttoned-down vest and a gold pocket watch. He passed his hand over his short brown curls.

"Long time no see", he said. He turned his gaze to Emma and the princes. "We meet again", he told them, "It seems my life is destined to be filled with beauty".

Both Emma and Yves turned red for entirely different reasons. An out of breath Sariel arrived shortly.

"Your Highness, please", he called, "Your presence here was not officialized, the guards were not informed"

"That's alright", Jonathan smiled at him, "I know how to get around unnoticed"

"Clearly", y/n said over her cup.

"I'm sorry", said Yves, "Do you know this man?"

"Your Highness", said Sariel, "Allow me". He pointed his hand towards Jonathan. "This is his Highness Prince Jonathan of Istidor", he said, "Duke of Premin and third in line to the throne"

"But that would mean he's-"

"My idiot brother", y/n smiled as she returned her cup to its saucer. She laid her elbow on the back of her seat as she crossed her legs. "What are you doing here?"

Jonathan laughed as he pulled back his long coat to sit on the nearest chair. "I'm here to see my big sister!", he said.

"Come on, spit it out", y/n's tone was scolding, yet her smile was still there.

"Fine...I need some help", Jonathan sighed, "I think I got myself into something that is more than I can handle.

Y/n let out a deep breath. "Is this about your pest problem in Premin?", she rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"I'm afraid so", he said, "I have a plan to be rid of them once and for all but I'm afraid a specific individual might interfere"

Another deep exhale. "Is this about Alex again?", said y/n.

"Fraid so", said Jonathan, "All I need is to keep him preoccupied really. But please don't kill him. I'm rather fond of him"

Y/n stood, hands flattening out the creases of her dress. "Fine", she spat, "But you owe me a big one this time"

"I am aware", Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck.

Y/n passed him by. She spoke to Sariel as Jonathan poured himself a cup of tea. She stopped midway to the road inside. "You're not coming?", she cried back to him.

"Oh I am!", Jonathan raised his cup, "Just thought I'd try the tea here, you know how much I love tea!"

Y/n shook her head at her brother's eccentric habits. Another figure soon joined her side; Chevalier. He smiled at her, and so did she. All four of the people who knew him were left astounded by the sight. Y/n gave him a kiss and proceeded to speak to him, her hands holding his. He listened attentively before he gave her a kiss on the cheek and one on the forehead and bid her farewell. He came to join the group on the couch as his love disappeared back inside the castle, followed by his minister. He passed by Jonathan. There was a difference in the man's smile this time. Without having the means to compare, Chevalier sat himself opposite to him and waited.

"So. You are the one they call the brutal beast", said Jonathan, "You don't seem that scary to me"

"Give it time", Chevalier blew on his own cup of tea.

"Hm", the other prince extended his threatening smile, "You're funny are you?"

Chevalier did not respond. The other prince frowned for the first time since he had stepped in Rhodolite. He let his cup down and leaned towards Chevalier.

"I've heard the rumours about you", he said, "And I don't like them"

Chevalier remained silent. Jonathan scoffed.

"Let me make one thing clear: My sister has been through hell. She has taken care of me and my brother her whole life and has only ever been rewarded with war and mistreatment. I'm impressed and thankful that you managed to effectively diminish the obsidianite threat. But my sister is free now. She can be happy. So don't you dare hurt her. Or I will kill you myself. I am against violence, but this I will do. I don't care who you are. Even if you're the king here, Istidor is an empire almost as powerful as Obsidian itself, but with much greater connections. If you hurt her, I will kill you, and it won't matter whether I do it in secret or not"

"Perhaps you can", said Chevalier, "If I do ever hurt her perhaps I'll let you". Chevalier's eyes fixed on the other prince's, his brilliant blue meeting the emerald green. "But I'd say it's quite hypocritical when the one she's suffered the most from was the man you had let her get engaged to"

Jonathan caught his breath. "I never liked Gilbert", he stood, "But if I knew one thing about him was that he loved her. I knew that when it came to a choice between her and his kingdom he would choose her every time. But you? You would never make such a choice."

"Even if I did", Chevalier responded calmly, "Do you really think she would let me?"

Jonathan clenched his fists for a while before letting his hands relax at his sides. He chuckled to himself. "Maybe you're right", he snuffed his smile away once more, "Maybe you do love her enough. If you prove this to me, that she is happy here with you then I will back you up to the end"

"What are you talking about?", asked Licht.

"Y/n is far from ordinary", Jonathan refused to look away from the rhodolitian king, "One could say she is another brilliant mind in this continent, one that was left unrecognised by no other reason than her gender". Jonathan turned to the group. "Why else do you think two monsters like them would fight over her?", he said, "There is a reason she was engaged to Gilbert and it's not merely what you think. They could had given me away to another kingdom and conquered Obsidian altogether. But they didn't. She is second in line. The heir. I'm just the spare". Jonathan turned back to Chevalier. "What do you think you can offer Istidor?", he told him, "A kingdom the size of our capital or a few more pennies to add to the vastness of our gold mines?". The prince moved closer to the Brutal Beast, something few people dared to do and even fewer were left alive afterwards. "You may be a cold-hearted beast but she is not. Our family is not. My father is closer to the throne than ever. Obsidian is no longer a threat. He will put family above everyone and everything else. Whether that includes you it's up to be seen".

And with that, Jonathan walked away, hands behind his back. A regal air surrounded him, one made of shadows unseen before, hidden by the brightness of his smile. But with his smile gone, another self was revealed. A calculative and calm mind, a loyal son and a a dutiful brother.

He was a shadow himself. He had called himself "the spare", but he showed no wish to become "the heir". The shadows were his element, and he reigned most brilliantly in them.

He had promised to kill Chevalier. And there was no doubt in anyone's mind, though many had tried before, this man could do it.

[jessicasland]

I finally did it!

Here is my Spidersona!

Say hello to Parker G. Peterson; Orlando’s one and only Chrysilla-Parker (she doesn’t go by the whole ‘Spider-Woman’ title)!

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Name: Parker Grace Peterson

Age: 19

Birthday: June 27th, 2004

Pronouns: She/Her

Spider Based on Her: Chrysilla Volupe

Color Scheme: Purple, Gray, Yellow, White, and Mint Green

Skin Color: Medium Almond

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Heterochromia (one eye is green *left* and the other is blue *right*)

Body Type: Rectangle

Hair Length: Bra-Strap Length

Hair Type: Curly

Birth Mark(s): Birth spot above her right eye brow and birth spots on her left cheek

Place of Residence: Orlando, Florida

Nationality: Brazilian (Father)/British (Mother)

Family: Fernando (Father, Deceased), Emily (Mother), Michelle (Baby Sister, 7 Months Old), Domino (Pet Dalmatian)

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Facts

-Been Spider-Woman for 10 1/2 Months

-Moved to Orlando when she was 3 months old

-Harry Osborne is her boyfriend. They met in junior year of high school

-Jill Stacey (not from Earth-65) is her childhood best friend. They are next door neighbors

-Studying art and animation in College with dreams of owning her own animation studio

-Owns her own sticker shop on Etsy to make money

-Her hobbies include drawing, painting, ceramics, baking, playing the ukulele, bike riding, swimming, ballet dancing, playing volleyball, boxing, sewing, embroidery, watching cartoons, and crocheting

-She loves BJ Thomas, Earth, Wind, and Fire, AC/DC, Michael Bublè, Redbone, and Adelè

-LOVES the Orlando theme parks, she tries to go at least once a week

-Goes to a community college

-Adopted Domino when he was a puppy during one of her patrols

-Her father died when she was seventeen from an accidental stabbing wound

-Carries a Mickey Mouse backpack all the time (it was the last gift her father gave her)

-Her fandoms include Disney, DreamWorks, and X-Men

-Her favorite foods include Publix cakes, apple pie, fish and chips, pizza, and dinosaur chicken nuggets

-She’s a MAJOR chocoholic

-Her comfort item is a Simba weighted plushie she got from a trip to Disney World

-Her favorite restaurant in the whole world is Shake Shack

-Since she has a small business on Etsy, every Christmas and birthday she puts one item from a small business on her wish lists

[imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters]

XMEN OC Basic Information

Hey y'all! I'm Z/El and thank you so much for being interested in my OC's!

Here is the link to my Main Masterlist and My Navigation and XMEN OC Masterlist

Just starting here, I am white. My characters are white. That being said, for the stories obviously I have main characters that aren't and if I ever write anything that isn't correct and is offensive, please correct me and I will fix that and apologize in advance.

Anyways, here is the basic information on all of my characters!

Name: Maria Mary Peterson

Also Called:

Séance

Title:

XMAN

Birthday (Zodiac):

OG Timeline: November 20th of 1955-2023 (Scorpio) New Timeline: November 20th of 1955-2026 (Scorpio)

Where They Were Born:

Just outside of DC

Ages (Per Movie):

X-Men: 44/45 X2: X-Men United: 47/48 X-Men: The Last Stand: 50/51 X-Men: Days of Future Past: 67/28 & 17 X-Men Apocalypse: 27 Dark Phoenix: 36 Logan: 65

Job:

Both Timelines: Teacher at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters New Timeline: Teacher at Jean Grey’s School for Gifted Children

Family (Their DOB If Known):

Mother: Patricia Peterson (1931 Father: Robert Peteson (1927) Sister: Michelle Peterson (1966) Boyfriend: Michael Diggs Boyfriend: David Dawson Boyfriend: James Jesse Boyfriend: Alex Summers (1945-May of 1983) Husband: Peter Maximoff (1956) OG Timeline: Daughter: Andromeda Wanda Peterson-Maximoff (January 14th of 1996-2022) New Timeline: Daughter: Andromeda Raven Peterson-Maximoff (January 14th of 1996)

Powers:

Healing factor  Decreased aging after age of 18  Can take others powers & use them as her own (Similar to Rogue but she can touch people) Can see possibilities of the future  Can feel everyone's emotions & take their negative ones away--giving them to herself

Description:

Light Brown Hair Curly Hair Purple Eyes (Using Powers) Light Purple Hair (Using Powers) White Eyes Glasses (Goes blind though) Favorite Color is Purple 177.8 cm (5’10)

Face Claims

(OG Timeline) Paget Brewster (New Timeline) Alyssa Milano and Shannen Doherty in Charmed