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Ok, so I honestly think watching American Gods was Not a great plan long or short term for my mental health, and there's probably a reason I repressed as much as I did of the book's plot after I read the book. I'm returning the discs to the library without continuing, for my mental health's sake.
#american gods#american gods liveblog#some of it was interesting#the visuals and acting were stunning#the complex conversation of what constitutes good or evil that no one directly mentioned was phenominal#I would just like to go about my day to day without my brain yelling at me for not doing enough with my time for...#choosing to dedicate an hour or two a night to watch a TV show after the day's work is done.#Semi related I am also taking a break from Tumblr until the 10th b/c brain has not wanted to cooperate in a hot minute#when my brain starts insulting me it's a sign to change up some part of my routine to include new stimuli#when my brain starts insulting other people I should definitely change a thing or two to try and fix that#it will insult me before it insults others#doing both is a definite sign to take a break from reasons it might be doing that
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FS series : the context of your meeting
Deck used : White Numen tarot.
Group 1 - White Numen, The Fool, The Star, 6 of swords
Okay this feels pretty clear and to the point! A travel is involved. An important one at that. The combination of The Fool and The Star tells me that this is something completely out of the blue, almost unseen. Like you've never done such a thing before in your life. Not only that but also where you're going is definitely abroad. Water is significant as well as mountains. So the place where you're going is known for either one or both of these two things. If we analyze this a bit further, I'm thinking of places such as Manhattan, Miami, London, Paris, Seoul, Tokyo and prefectures around Mt Fuji, Mt Rushmore, Niagara falls, islands in general and so on. It will be a period of your life when you're taking a new start, you're in an energy of being optimistic and open to what the future holds, trusting the Universe and your guiding star that somehow you are on the right path and will make the right decisions at the right time. Serendipity comes to mind. I did some research because I felt like sometimes we might misunderstand this concept and I found out the origin of this word and somehow I thought this was relevant to the reading. This word comes from an oriental tale entitled The Three Princes of Serendip. Serendip is another name for Sri Lanka or Ceylan island. It means golden island. In this story, three princes are sent abroad by their father and live a certain amount of adventures in which their education allows them to make astute assumptions and solve mysteries. They often times find themselves in trouble but each time a fortunate event that they did not ask for or provoke allows them to know a positive outcome. These findings that they make seem irrelevant to their purpuse in appearance but in realty they are of very important significance.
Getting back to your reading, what I mean is that this meeting with your FS feels very coincidental. You are not looking for them and expecting to find them at such a time, in such a place and yet, here they are. Also, this time of your life is going to be very unexpected and tiring for you. The reason I'm saying that is because my computer ran out of battery as I was doing your reading and I wasn't prepared for it lmao. So this travel or move will be something that you hadn't planned. For some of you, this could be something that you are somewhat "forced" to go to, like a business event or a family celebration. But for others this could just be something that you decide to do on a whim. The sign of Taurus could be significant. First quarter of the moon and full moon are also significant. So this could give us a time frame where this is happening. This feels like a very fated meeting. Your meeting could involve something creative. There are other people around you when you meet this person. I get a feeling of both of you writing a new chapter of your life and leaving behind a period of dissatisfaction. You and your FS are in similar energies when you meet. It's like both of you acted on a whim and decided to do something they would never have done before and boom magic happens. I really love this energy, this is so cute.
Group 2 - 10 of wands, ace of swords, 8 of wands, 6 of pentacles
Okay I feel the need to tell you this : if some of you knew me in my baby stages as a tarot reader, we already had a similar reading maybe you'll remember it. Yes, I this isn't my first tarot blog. I had tried one time but something didn't feel right so I deleted my blog and took a break from tarot. Now onto your reading. This feels work related. There's a lot of pressure surrounding this meeting. There are a lot of people around. Either you or they are in a rush. One of you needs to quickly communicate something or feels desperate to get a message across and the other will be helping in clearing the way so that this person gets the opportunity to state their truth and/or do their job. This is just one example among many but imagine someone working in a grocery store. And there are a lot of people in a certain area that are doing something that shouldn't be done or blocking the access to the staff room. Anyways, the employee is in a rush and needs to get these people to move but somehow the customers aren't listening or they don't care. I see someone else barging in and telling everyone to fuck off lmao. Another scenario is someone just doing their job and receiving a lot of hate or mockery for no reason whatsoever and someone steps in to defend them and restore balance. It could even be as far as someone being hurt and in need of medical attention and while everyone is panicking or like filming and stuff, one guy/girl just barges in and actually helps the person while yelling at others for being so dumb. I don't really sense a timing for this group so I guess it varies for people. But I have a hunch it could be happening sooner than you'd expect. I heard November for some reason. This person could have a dog or you could have a dog. (For some obscure reason I wrote god instead of dog the second time...lmao). That's also very specific but for some of you your person is very influential. Quite rich. Who's been asking for a sugar daddy/mommy? lmao.
Group 3 - ace of wands, Hermit, 8 of pentacles, king of pentacles
For this group I'm also getting a work related meeting. But the context is different. I'm getting more night time vibes, especially night clubs and such. One of you is partying, celebrating and very horny I must say. The other is working and not really in the mood for flirting. I see one person trying to get the other to break character or to get out of their comfort zone, while the other is not budging and doing their best to keep their cool. I sense power dynamics but also age and status differences. It's like one is afraid of being seen in a state of vulnerability while the other just doesn't care and is pretty much vibing. There might be alcohol involved. Also for some reason I'm picking up on medical shifts and police patrols. So maybe some of you will be hitting on very respectable people while you're drunk lmao. I see the more reserved person being very respectful and uptight. More than anything they want to make sure you are safe and their job is done correctly. This context doesn't feel like the best for them to meet their FS. If one will be definitely feeling the attraction right away the other might not because they're too busy working. They're not emotionally receptive because the other isn't in their usual state. Again I'm not getting any timing here except for night time so this could happen any time depending on the people. However the sign of Virgo is showing up as well as Taurus so it feels like it will take quite some time for you to meet this person. It will also take time for the relationship to progress. I guess you won't be meeting this person a lot in the beginning stages of your connection. Like maybe you could meet them once randomly at a party and then a lot of time passes before you see them again. Maybe through work connections can you get to know this person a lot more. I see some of you investigating lmao and coming back to this person's work place regularly until they finally let their guards down. This feels very funny. Kind of an ennemies to lovers vibe.
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plausible deniability
scaramouche x gn!reader
your boyfriend is nice, your boyfriend is sweet, but your boyfriend is also a serial killer. ârelax, itâs just a dead body,â he tells you like he hadnât just hit a man on the head with a brick hard enough to crack his skull. well, at least he did it to defend you? or â scaramouche kills people and you have the worldâs biggest âi can fix himâ complex. (modern au)
crack, comedy, a few people die but who cares, scara is soft for one person and one person only and thatâs you, âi would kill for you, in fact, i have killed for you.â âhoney, did you take your meds today?â - scara and reader
You were never a fan of true crime documentaries, or horror movies, or gory shows, or anything that involved excessive blood spraying and lightless eyes staring into the camera.
So, it would stand to reason that at the first sign of your boyfriend being more than into those kinds of things, you wouldâve turned tail and ran as far away as you can, right?
Unfortunately, youâve always been blind to the color red.
âŚFigurative red, that is, because the red seeping through your couch and the ones coated on your boyfriendâs hands are definitely visible to you, bright and dripping and most definitely staining your pristine white rugs that you just bought last week. Ah, how are you going to explain that to the laundry lady?
âScara, honey, what did I say about killing other people?â you ask, voice visibly strained.
He sneers at the face of the dead guy sitting haphazardly on your couch. âI didnât like the way he was looking at you.â
You sigh.
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It wasnât always like this, with the whole blood viscera happy-murder thing.
Your boyfriend, Scaramouche, had this odd habit of being so immersed in the news, a little smile lighting up his face (which youâd thought was cute at the time and, well, you still do) whenever the reporter gets to the local murders that used to have you shaking in fear on your bed.
He was charming though. A little possessive, but that was a trait you also thought was quite endearingâand, if youâre being honest, you still do. Scaramouche had a vast collection of sharp knives, some small and practically harmless (or as harmless as a knife can be) and others⌠not so harmless. You didnât question it because he often cooked for you, your brain chalking it up to him using those knives for it.
It wasnât until you were walking home alone from university that you discovered his little hobby of, well, killing people who inconvenienced you and him. Mostly people who inconvenienced you though, which was disturbing but also flattering in a crazy sort of way.
âRelax, itâs just a dead body,â he told you like he hadnât just hit a man on the head with a brick hard enough to crack his skull.
You were cowering on the alleyâs wall, eyes wide and knees shaking as you watched your supposedly nice and caring boyfriend wipe away the blood on his hand like itâs a normal occurrence. And when he grinned down at the body, something almost satisfied in his eyes, you realized that he was the cause for all the recent murders popping up in the city.
Now, the thing about this is that you should have run away screaming bloody murder, maybe call the cops or even do the sensible thing like break up with your boyfriend whoâs apparently a psycho.
And you would have done it, if he just hadnât been so⌠soâŚ
He turned to you with concern shining in his eyes, stepping over the corpse of the man whoâd pointed a pocket knife at you and tried to rob you. With hands still slicked with blood, he cradled your face and pressed a kiss to your forehead. âItâs a good thing you werenât hurt.â
âŚsweet.
And as he pulled you away from the crime scene, dragging you home and running a hot bath for you both, asking you what you wanted for dinner like he hadnât just murdered someone in front of you, you finally calmed down and saw the truth of the matter.
Yes, your boyfriend is quite possibly a serial killer, yes, you might just be making the worst decision of your life, and yes, youâre well aware this is because of all the wattpad bad boy stories you consumed when you were young, but youâll be damned if you let Scaramouche go. He was kind (at least, to you he is), he was charming (when he wanted to be), he was a great cook, he was good with kids and the elderly, he was smart, and finally, he would never cheat on you.
So, while there might be the unfortunate addition of him being a little too happy with the idea of killing someone (have, in fact, killed someone, multiple someones at that), he was also the perfect boyfriend you could ask for. He just needs a little guidance, is all.
The next day, he proudly showed you the severed hand of a man who once made you cry because he groped you.
âŚOkay, a lot of guidance, but you can manage, youâve read tons of bad boy turns good after falling in love type of stories. How difficult can it be to have your murderous boyfriend change his ways?
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Quite difficult, as it turns out.
A quick google on why people become murderers brought up a lot of questions and concerns for you, and while youâre well aware that google isnât exactly the most reliable place when it comes to looking for advice, itâs also the only place you can go to without getting arrested for assisted murderâeven though youâve never actually helped Scaramouche when he goes all ham crazy on the general populace.
You sit him down on your couch, which was now free of blood thanks to googleâs advice and good olâ handy-dandy hydrogen peroxide.
Like this, facing each other and holding his hands, it almost seems like an actual, legitimate therapy session, minus the whole licensed psychiatrist thing. But hey, youâve read tons of articles on the internet, so while you may be lacking in some aspects (namely, the fact that you donât have any idea what youâre doing and arenât qualified at all to be your crazy boyfriendâs therapist), youâre confident you can just wing it.
âBaby,â you start. Calling him endearments was an advice you picked up from reddit. A kind user named ballz3000 said that referring to them sweetly using innocent pet names can make them softer and calm their homicidal tendencies. âYou know I donât like it when you bring home dead bodies.â
According to another user named yn-yournuts, being open and communicating your feelings is the first step to establishing a healthy relationship and, consequently, a better mental state.
âIt wouldâve been difficult hiding the body at daytime,â he grouches, but he still keeps a gentle hold on your hands, which is a good thing. Baby steps, you tell yourself, baby stepsâeven though those baby steps might as well be called snail steps, wait, snail slithers.
âThen you shouldâve waited until it was dark or midnight to kill him,â comes your immediate responseâwait, damn it! Youâre supposed to encourage him to steer away from murder, not give him advice on how to do it better. Smiling, you attempt to salvage the situation, âBut, of course, it would be better to not kill anyone at all.â
Itâs too late. Heâs already donning a contemplative look on his face that soon turns into a grin, leaning in and briefly slotting his lips against yours.
âThanks for the suggestion. Iâll be more careful next time, love,â is all he says before getting up and abruptly ending your impromptu therapy session.
And admittedly, there must be something wrong with you too, because instead of being horrified at his words, you giggle to yourself.
This is the first time he called you love!
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Alright, so operation therapy failed, itâs now time to charge in like a boar. Straightforwardness is always good according to that one article you found in google made by Hugh G. Bawles.
The two of you were in bed, the lights already turned off, when you took a deep breath and began preparing what you were going to say to him to prevent any more innocent people being killed.
Scara, I donât like it when you kill people.
Baby, donât show me anymore dead body parts.
Why did you become a murderer?
Sometimes, I feel like weâre a normal couple, but then youâll suddenly go and casually bring me a bloody finger as a gift.
But instead of saying any of those, what comes out of your mouth is,
âDarling, I think youâre just confusing your constipation for homicidal urges.â
In hindsight, maybe attempting to start a heart to heart talk in the middle of the night just before a morning class was a bad idea.
You wait a few seconds, then minutes, and when he showed no signs of responding, you turn your head only to find him with his eyes closed and sound asleep.
Fine, youâll just have to try again tomorrow.
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You share exactly one class with Scaramouche and itâs philosophy. Unfortunately, itâs also the class with the worst professor known to mankind.
âAh, I got a low gradeâŚâ you mutter to yourself, looking down at your essay forlornly.
Your boyfriend takes one peak at your paper and immediately scowls. âYou spent an entire night writing that.â He turns a glare to the professor currently ignorant of the murderer sitting in his class. âThat asshole shouldâve given you a perfect score. Maybe I should give him a little visit.â
You calmly take his hand under the table and squeeze it, all too used to him casually alluding to killing other people. âDear, we talked about this. What do we do when weâre having homicidal thoughts?â
He looks down the table, brows furrowed in a sulking manner. âDonât do it.â
You beam, proud at him for remembering the one thing you keep reminding him whenever he brings a dead body back to your house.
The blonde twins seated in front of you turn their head in horror after overhearing your conversation.
âWhat are you looking at?â Scaramouche sneers at the same time you say, âWeâre roleplaying.â
âRightâŚâ the long haired twin you distinctly remember was named Aether mumbles before he ushers his sister to ignore the two of you.
Oh well, at least you managed to stop one person from dying today. User tojiscrustysock on twitter always says you should take whatever victories you can, so youâll consider this a resounding success.
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When you open the news next morning, the face of your professor is the first thing you see along with the words, found dead near his home.
You turn to your boyfriend sitting beside you, an innocent look on his face as you look at him with disappointment.
âMy hand slipped,â is the flimsy excuse he settles for.
Sighing and utterly out of options, youâre forced to resort to the one thing you didnât want to do. The worst possible option there is. If thereâs going to a therapist and potentially getting arrested kind of worst, thereâs this kind of worstâthe absolute worst of the worst.
âScara, I think we need to start doing yoga.â
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#scaramouche birthday fic!#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#scaramouche x reader#wanderer x reader#kunikuzushi x reader#gn reader
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Haikyuu men as fathers pt 3.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 4
Ft. Sakusa, Iwaizumi, Kageyama, and Osamu.
The age range of the kids will differ for each character but itâs from babies up til like 17 or 18 (also sometimes I model the parenting off of the way my parents were w me n my little sibs lol)
CW: Indication of pregnancy, relationships, marriage, certain styles of parenting,
Enjoy lovelies <33
âŚâŚâŚâŚâŚâŚ..
Sakusa Kiyoomi:
The panic on his face is pure gold. âBabe⌠Babe sheâs drooling on me!â You whip out your phone so fast. âSmile for the camera, Kiyo!â
Heâs pouting, but you donât really care. Not after you told him to grab her bib because she might drool. He insisted that âmy little girl wonât drool on me.â And now here he is panicking about it.
Itâs not that he minded her saliva⌠itâs that heâs in uniform because he wanted to hold Kokomi before heading to work.
Your nine month old daughter is clapping her hands at her dad. Youâre sure she finds this whole ordeal hilarious just like you do.
âStop recording me and get the bib. Itâs gonna get on my uniform.â He says with his eyebrows furrowed. âWhat happened to âoh she wonât drool on meâ I thought you didnât need the bib.â You mock your boyfriend of three years.
He frowns and sets Kokomi onto the floor. âGo crawl to mommy, yeah?â She immediately starts crying and you knew this would happen. Your baby is most definitely a daddyâs girl.
âKiyoomi, pick her back up. She wants her daddy.â He glares at your statement because youâre still mocking him. âThis is not funny.â He states. Just as you were about to make a comeback Kokomi took the both of you by surprise.
She was crying and crawling over to Kiyoomi, âDa- DAA!â Both your eyes widen at the realization thatâs sheâs saying âda da.â You open up your phone and press record. âKiyo! Make her say it again.â
âI canât just magically make her say it.â He says sarcastically and you roll your eyes. âThatâs not what I mean! Start walking away Iâm sure sheâll say it again.â Kiyoomi walks very slowly so she has time to catch up by crawling and sure enough she says it again, âDA DA.â
You stop the recording and clap your hands. âGood job, princess! That is da da!â Kiyoomi picks her up and wipes her tears with his hand.
âDonât cry little one, da daâs right here.â He assures her and she claps again.
And for the next couple of weeks all Kiyoomi heard was âda da.â
Sure you were bummed she didnât say âmamaâ first, but guess what? You arenât the one who has to go help her when Kiyoomiâs around because all your little princess wants is her âda daâ
Heâs so sensitive abt her, for example he cries on her first birthday because âsheâs growing so fastâ
He teases you for being jealous of your daughter, but you canât help it! Sheâs getting all his attention :( (he tends to you later <3)
He seems like the type of dad to sign his kid up for a bunch of sports/activities so he can try to find something for her to become good at
He has tea parties with her, she loves when you play the charming prince and kiyoomi plays the pretty princess đ
OMG whenever she has nightmares heâll follow her back to her room and sleep in her bed w her (you keep telling him heâs gonna break it lmfao)
Doesnât let her date for a LONGGGGG time
He spoils her absolutely rotten
He cried tears of joy when he saw his little girl walking down the aisle being the cutest little flower girl at your guysâ wedding
SUCH A SOFT DAD, sheâll ask for something and youâll give him that look so heâs like âN-no.â And she gives him those eyes and heâs like âbaby, how I can say no to those eyes?!â
Iwaizumi Hajime:
âHIGHER DADDY, HIGHER!â Your seven year old daughter screams as Iwaizumi launches her into the air and catches her.
âSato has to have his turn, pumpkin.â He sets his little girl down and comes over to you with grabby hands for his son.
âHeâs one Haji, that might scare him.â You reason. He takes him anyway and you shake your head.
He throws Sato up into the air, itâs not too high. He catches the chubby little baby and you wait for the crying. It never comes though, because you hear your little boy giggle.
âWhatâd I tell you, sweetheart?â His face is smug because he was right.
âDaddy lift me up too! Mommy says youâre very strong!â She too has grabby hands. âOh really?â He says smirking. The brunette lifts up his daughter so heâs holding both children in his arms.
Youâre staring, hard. You and Iwaizumi have created a beautiful little family thatâs bound to grow bigger at your surprise.
âTake a picture, Mommy. Itâll last longer.â His tone is laced with smugness. âYeah yeah.â You roll your eyes. Even though his statement was meant as a joke you pull out your phone and take a picture anyway.
As heâs about to set them down you stop him, âwait we gotta get one more with me in it!â You say walking over to them to take a selfie.
âWe donât want our other little one to feel left out, now do we?��� It takes him a second to realize what you said. It was too funny not to document his response so you snap pics of his surprised face.
âYouâre pregnant?!â He says in shock. âYeah, thanks to somebody.â Your daughter is next to speak.
âItâs because of the baby fairy, right?!â She asks excitedly.
Iwaizumi laughs, âyeah, the baby fairy is bringing you another little sibling.â Iwaizumi explains with a big smile on his face. You want to flip him off but not in front of the kids.
Heâll take his little girl to the gym (and his son when he gets older) and use her to do his work outs (Sheâll be on his back while heâs doing push ups, âfive more, Daddy!â)
teaches his children the importance of health
i can see him empowering his daughter and telling her if someone hits her then she has permission to hit back
sometimes he misses his childrenâs events but heâll make up for it with something fun
He seems like the type to want a lot of kids (enough to have his own little volleyball team lmao)
Heâs always telling them to not be like their uncle oikawa
ALWAYS taking pics of the little cuties
Idk what it is abt him but Sato it his only boy, something abt him just makes me think heâd have almost all girls đ
Invested in a suv so he can drive the kiddos to school
such a fucking dad boss, he goes to all the parent teacher conferences, etc etc.
Iâm 1 mil percent sure he makes his kids wearing matching pjs and they love it at first but they hate it when they get older lmao
heâs the strict but nice dad (pretty chill until one of the kids fuck up or if he isnât a fan of something)
Not only does he get on his kids for eating junk food he nags you about it too
has all his kids stuffies namesâ memorized âdaddy! Popcorn has a boo boo!â
heâs big on family outdoor trips (you suggested glamping and he told you thatâs such an oikawa idea and your fam is gonna do camping the right way)
Hesitant on letting his kids use technology, he didnât want them to become fully dependent on tech (they arenât ����đž)
Kageyama Tobio:
âThatâs my boy. When youâre setting you donât want to slap the ball up with your palm, itâs more like slightly tapping it with your fingertips, uhhh does that make since?â Kageyama tries to explain to his twelve year old.
âI think I get it?â Kaito says in a questioning tone. Kageyama scratches his head. âI wonder when your mom will get home with the girls.â Kageyama thinks aloud.
Kaito shrugs and returns to practice setting the ball. Heâs done it a few times and Kageyama praises everyone of his sets, even if some of them are really crappy.
âDad, you donât need to praise the bad ones. It doesnât make me feel better. If you praise my trashy work then Iâll settle for being trashy.â Kaito explains to his father. Kageyama puts his hands on his hips, his face turns into a smirk.
âIf you want real practice donât get upset when I criticize every little thing. You know Iâm nit picky when it comes to volleyball.â With that he removes his hands from his hips. His steps were even and he asks his son for the ball.
âMom says youâre bitchy about volleyball. She says itâs gotten better though.â Kaito says, meaning little harm. He knew that would get Kageyama riled up.
âHuh? Youâre joking, right?!â Kageyamaâs squeezing the volleyball and Kaito is suppressing a laugh.
âWell she says thatâs what uncle shoyo says and she agrees with him.â Kageyama mumbles something about you and Hinata. Kaito is sure itâs something along the lines of, âIâll show them a true bitch.â
Kaito gets some good practice in, mainly because his dad is somewhat upset.
Youâre finally home with your twin daughters who are two. You find your husband and eldest in the backyard together playing volleyball.
âKaito, youâll be as good as your dad one day!â You praise seeing the results of Kageyamaâs practice with him.
âWhatâs this talk about me being bitchy when playing volleyball?â Kageyama confronts and your eyes immediately land on your son.
âKaito! You cannot keep a secret for the life of you, huh?â You say with a chuckle.
âI get it from you, Mom.â He says seriously.
âBabe, itâs nothin serious. Just a small observation of Shoyo. Itâs not supposed to be in a mean way.â You try to coax him. He isnât having it though.
He starts fussing so you tell Kaito to get his sisters and take them to go play with toys.
As soon as theyâre out of sight you walk up to your husband and give him a warm, loving kiss.
âTobio, you are not taking this to heart right now,â a small chuckle leaves your lips. âAs your wife I make comments about you all the time cuz you know as well as I do that I mean it in a loving way. Iâm still not over you calling me a swelling balloon when I was pregnant!â You rant, the ending part of your rant earns a snort from your husband.
âYouâre my swelling balloon.â For some reason that almost sounded sexy but you arenât going to let it slide. You give him a playful punch.
âCan you guys quit being saps?â Kaito yells from the door.
âItâs your night to help potty train.â You say with a wink and Kageyama groans.
If he sees his child showing any interest in volleyball heâll do his best to make his kid a next gen star
he despises that you make the family match for holidays and you send the photos out to family
He lets his kids run around butt naked when theyâre little (until you scold him)
he wouldnât see the problem in letting the twins have ice cream for breakfast
he learned how to do hair so he can braid his little girlsâ hair đĽş
he and his son argue abt the dumbest things (got that Kageyama and hinata energy)
Also the competitive dad who wants his kids to be better than everyone elseâs kids
he will literally bully any little kid to the point where they cry if they mess w his kids
I donât think heâd freak out when his daughters start their period heâs just like âokay. I think ur mom has pads somewhere đ§đťâ
Miya Osamu:
âPa! Come quick!â 6 and a half year old Haruki yells from the bathroom. When Osamu hears him he comes running up the stairs and into the bathroom.
âThe heck ya doing in here? Yer maâs gonna tear ya a new one!â Osamu examines the mess his son has made with finger paint. âI was trying something, Pa. Then my tooth came out cuz I was wigglinâ it!â
It isnât until his son says that sentence that he notices thereâs a small empty space in his mouth where his little tooth should be. âHuh? This yer first tooth?â Osamu asks.
âPa, I been talking about this darn tooth for weeks!â His son responds with sass.
âwell âcuse me for forgettinâ little man.â Osamu says with a roll of his eyes. This boy has got your attitude big time.
âYou stay right here, ima go get ya some warm salt water. Donât ya move.â Osamu warns as he goes to fetch some water for his son.
âSo I canât even breathe?â He asks sarcastically.
âQuit beinâ a lil smart aleck.â Osamu demands with a little bit more strictness in his tone. Heâs usually pretty laid back with his son but sometimes Haruki hears the way his Uncle âTsumu talks to his dad and he thinks he can talk that way.
Osamu runs down the stairs to the kitchen and scrambles around for a cup. He finds the salt and sprinkles some in. He puts the cup in the microwave for about a minute and it feels like the longest minute of his life.
âHurry, Pa! The bloodâs gettinâ everywhere!â Haruki yells out of worry.
Osamu retrieves the cup from the microwave and stampedes up the stairs to the bathroom.
âHere, swish it. All of it.â He commands.
âPa I donât wanna swish all this salt water it wonât taste good.â He explains to his pa.
âDo ya want the blood to go away or nah?â Osamu asks and Haruki shakes his head yes.
Your mini me began to swish the water as Osamu cleaned up the bathroom.
âYer lucky I saved ya. Shoulda told yer ma âbout the mess you made.â Osamu snorts.
âDo ya think my baby sister will look like you or ma?â Haruki asks instead of thanking his father for cleaning his mess.
âI reckon sheâll get my beautiful eyes that drew yer ma to me n my thick brows.â Osamu says proudly puffing his chest.
ââs not the only thing ma calls thick.â Haruki mutters which makes Osamu look down to him.
âWhaddya mean?â He asks his eyebrows scrunching up.
âShe always talks to Uncle Rin âbout how thick ur butt is but she says it with two câs at the end instead of T-H-I-C-K. What does the one with two câs mean, Pa?â Haruki asks out of pure curiosity.
Osamuâs face goes red and he covers his face.
âIt donât mean nothinâ at all son. Donât listen to what yer ma says thatâs just her talking crazy.â Your husband explains.
âSo when she tells me to go to bed-â Osamu cuts him off.
âI outta pop you for how smart yer acting.â Osamu says firmly.
âSorry Pa, Iâll stop.â Haruki has a cheeky little smile on his face. He knows Osamu isnât going to do anything. You handle all the discipline.
Osamuâs phone buzzes loudly in his pocket and he takes it out to answer it.
Osamuâs face goes still and then his eyes about pop out his head. âSlow down honey one word atta time.â Haruki hears you yell over the phone.
âWeâre on our way right now.â Osamu says in quickly.
âLetâs go pack yer bag Haruki, yer staying with Uncle âTsumu.â Haruki doesnât move a muscle but then his dad gives him the look that says âdo not test me right nowâ
âIs Ma okay?â Haruki asks his dad slightly worried.
âAs okay as you can be goinâ into labor.â Osamu responds. For Harukiâ age heâs an advanced child but heâs picked up on the twins vulgar language and their accent. He knew what it meant when Osamu said you went into labor.
âMy sisterâs cominâ?!â He asks excitedly.
âMhm, now go pack yer bag. Ya need three shirts, three pairs of pants, some underwear and matching socks. Yer uncle will take ya to school. If I donât come get you within the next three days just ask yer uncle to wash yer clothes. Weâll most likely see ya tomorrow but yer gonna stay with yer uncle to yer maâs outta the hospital.â
Osamu explains all at once. âOkay Pa!â
letâs his kiddos get away with a lot more than they should
teaching them to cook was like his favorite thing to do
he lets you handle the punishments because Osamu is a soft dad
Whenever atsumu is over and you arenât around heâs swearing like a sailor to his brother and his kids pick up on it đ
100% a cuddler (Haruki acts like he hates it but he doesnât)
idc what yâall say but he takes his daughter shopping like prom coming up? Heâs there when sheâs trying on dresses
no phones at the table enforcer (believes in quality family time)
he was relieved to not have twins like his brother did đ
always teasing Haruki (for example he hates seeing u guys kiss so Osamu purposely kisses u in front of him just to upset him lmao)
the poor man tries his best w homework but geometry doesnât make any sense âwhy are there shapes in math ya only really need to know how to add, subtract, multiply, n divideâ
something just tells me he has a bird feeder and he enjoys drinking his coffee in the morning (little ones have hot chocolate) and watch the birds come and eat
#kageyama tobio#kageyama x reader#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa x reader#iwaizumi hajime#iwaizumi x reader#osamu x reader#miya osamu#miya osamu x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu dads#dad!haikyuu#haikyuu characters as dads#haikyuu!!#haikyuu
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đźâ` Green With Envy `âđź
Gen / hurt-comfort if your like ten feet away and squinting, Fluff
Includes / Charlie , Alastor , Adam
| CHARLIE |
Charlie is never really jealous, alright, she has complete trust in you
That being said, it definitely happens!
Charlie is really, really emotionally intelligent and picks up on subtleties alot of others don't, she may be naive and trusting but she's not stupid and her vibe check has yet to be off
Ignore alastor that was a calculated risk
So when the two of you decide to take a break from promoting the hotel to share some greasy, cheesy food at a pub
Most food places were groceries, cannibalistic or bar and grills, so it wasn't uncommon for the two of you to go out for food and have a few drinks while you were there
She had just returned from the bathroom when she spotted the sinner chatting you up at the bar counter
Something about the sight, maybe the lighting, maybe how close the stools were- therefore how close you were, or something about how you played with the straw of your drink absent-mindedly set her off
She's not- proud of what she did per se
She slides in next to you, interlocking her fingers with your hand resting on the counter top, squeezing it affirmingly
"Hey hon, whose this?" Tone too cheery, smile a little to calculated
It's then she saw the hotel flyer in the sinners hands, aw, whoops
"Oh this is-"
"Travis."
They extended their hand too shake and still a little embarrassed about her initial take she took his hand, fumbling slightly before he squeezed her hand a little too hard
Oh
She wasn't the only one jealous here
She was VERY quick to get you two out of there, some emergency at the hotel or with nifty, or something, she doesn't like feeling like this and she doesn't like being in a situation that might make you uncomfortable, and to be very, very honest she did NOT want that demon anywhere near you
| ALASTOR |
He's a very confident man, he knows you love him, he knows that you know he'd do anything for you, he's comfortable with you
That being said when he finds the letter inviting you to an interview on 666 NEWS by Vox he felt all the jealousy he mocked others for having rise in his throat like bile
"It's some sort of trap, I don't want you going."
He sets the letter down in front of you, let's you read it, digest it before shrugging
"I don't know why'd they want to interview me anyways, I don't even think Angel has an interview with him."
"Oh I can think of a few reasons. "
He runs his fingers along your jaw, tilting your head up to look at him
"Maybe I should go then."
"What."
He didn't have time to register your teasing tone before your giggling at his expense
"If the people love me as much as you do maybe I should go on."
"Oh no one could possibly do that, no one who wants to live anyways."
Now it's his turn to tease, and he takes the letter from you, tearing it up
"Though since you seem so keen on fame why don't you join me on my radio show?"
| ADAM |
Jealous all the time
Doesn't bring it up because he wants you to believe he's confident but bro he's dying inside
The only time he ever, ever directly told you he was jealous or uncomfortable was in his early days in his band, back when he was newbie to the group and was working to gain his name in the industry
It was just after the show and the lot of you were hanging back stage, signing shirts and breasts and having a few drinks
You were talking about something inconsequential when a fan came up and started talking to him, you took your cue and peeled off to get a beer for the both of you
That fan came and went, and another, and another and he thought first you stopped to use the restroom, i mean hell he kinda needed to piss too
When he caught a break between fans he headed to the restrooms, now worried you didn't have toilet paper or accidentally locked yourself in (not speaking from personal experience at all, he doesn't want to talk about it)
Instead he found you backed up by some sound tech guy
"I uh- I should really get going, my boyfriend, uh is my ride and I gotta get home-"
"Why going so soon? I saw you behind stage waiting for him, I gotta say cutie, your worth far more than that ass."
"Haha, yeah, he's definitely an ass but he's my ass, yknow?"
Something about your nervous laughter burned that jealousy straight to anger
"Yeah, speaking off assholes."
He practically tossed the guy off of you
"Take a hint."
He was angry for the rest of the day, not at you, not ever at you, but damn, he needed to blow some steam off, mostly by angry ranting to you in your apartment
"What was that guy's fucking problem!?"
"That guys NEVER going to be on set again, fuck what if it was someone else who didn't have someone looking out for them yeah?"
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel imagine#alastor x y/n#alastor x you#alastor drabble#alastor imagine#alastor x reader#charlie x reader#charlie x you#charlie x y/n#charlie morningstar#adam x y/n#adam x reader#adam imagines
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Ugghh been consuming some bnha stuff and I'm reminded of why I largely prefer fanfiction over the actual story. I have so much hate and pettiness within me. Even so, I am never going to change my mind on how much I hate how bnha is just an amalgamation of wasted potention. Search the definition of wasted potential up and there's just an image of bnha.
I remember watching it as the first season was coming about because it was made by Bones and I just have to watch it in that case. I watched episode one and was so excited.
We have our mc, Midoriya Izuku, being powerless in a world full of quirks.
His childhood friend turned bully, Bakugou Katsuki, is shown to be favoured by literally everyone and this feeds into his ego.
All Might, the number one hero, is jaded and powerless for 21 hours of the day because of a fight nobody knew existed. Izuku is attacked and helpless, but saved by All Might. All Might tells him he can't become a hero. A much needed reality check because Izuku didn't work out a single bit before then and it's so incredibly hard to fight someone who has something you lack.
Then Bakugou is attacked and helpless. Bakugou, who is so much stronger and who people love, is left useless, only able to make the situation worse with his explosions creating a fire hazard. The pro-heroes can't do anything. All Might and Izuku both hate themselves for the part they played and how useless they are. Then Izuku sees how scared Bakugou is. He runs in, inspiring All Might as he mocks himself for breaking Izuku's dream yet forgetting the core of heroism.
Then, after all is said and done, All Might goes back to Izuku. And he tells him he can become a hero.
...
Then he offers him One for All. Now, when I was watching this for the first time, I was so disappointed. You set up a powerless mc in a world full of powers and you just give him the power of the strongest hero? Great. But, I kept watching.
I watched Izuku work to get his power, struggle even after getting a quirk. I watched as Izuku finally stood up for himself and win against Bakugou. I watched as the series went on and I... I started noticing more and more missed opportunities.
See, bnha is supposed to be a zero to hero story. It's supposed to be about the mc going from powerless to powerful. But it does it so quickly. Suddenly, it's not about Izuku finding his own form of strength, or realising how being quirkless may not give any advantages but it also has no disadvantages, or even any commentary on quirk discrimination or fantastic racism or anything.
It turns into a story about controlling your power. It's not what I signed up for.
That's just one missed potential. There's so many more. Horikoshi clearly tries to make some commentary on quirk discrimination and female heroes/sexism in the workplace and entertainment over peace. There's some effort put into making a comment on how heroes are glorified and people don't see them as public workers, they see them as celebreties.
But it's never delved into. We don't see how bad people with mutant or 'villainous' quirks are treated, and we don't see how people with weak quirks are treated, or how the quirkless are treated (because the only reason Izuku was treated so horribly was because of Bakugou). We don't see how female heroes need to have a bit of allure in their personas to have any sort of support.
Yuuei is literally a camp for making child soldiers, yet there's no controversy over it? There's no such things as heroes having to take lethal action and no moral dilemmas over it? There's nobody speaking out about how Midnight flirts with students?
We have literally no information about how heroes work. We don't know how their salaries are decided, how they're ranked, how undergound heroes work. if twilight heroes are a thing, how anybody but Rock Lock feels about bringing children into adult matters, (seriously, why do people hate Rock Lock for being rightfully worried about having 15 year olds in a raid against the yakuza), we don't know how villains work and how to decide if one's a criminal or a villain.
Heck, the only laws we know of are fanon, and the canon stupid idea that you can't use your quirk in self-defense.
It's just. Incredibly infuriating.
Also, analysis as a whole is so under-utilised. Both Izuku and Shigaraki are deemed creepy for their analysis, which is such a useful tool. I mean, Izuku accurately guesses Stain's quirk, which is useful because, otherwise, they wouldn't be wary about Stain licking their blood or cutting them. Shigaraki accurately guesses the time intervals between Aizawa's blinks, which helps him a shit ton.
But is it ever used outside of these situations? No. The thing is, quirks are scientific in nature, not magic. Therefore, they're not restricted like magic is. Fire doesn't always have to be fire, it can be smoke or just heat. Ice can be water or steam. Acid can melt through anything or just be used as a mario kart banana peel.
There was so much missed potential and that's exactly why there's so much fan content.
Horikoshi leaves so much out, and everything he misses tends to be the interesting parts. He willfully explains Bakugou's quirk in detail, but everyone else? Nah. Fuck them.
I mean, let's look at Ochako's quirk.
Gravity negation. Or is it? See, if it were just gravity negation, then two things, in particular, would happen. First of all, Izuku would have fucking died when she saved him from falling. Second of all, she would not have been able to get infinity in the ball throw.
Negating gravity does not negate the forces. Therefore, when she saved Izuku from falling, he would have still been affected by the force of his fall. It would have been no different from hitting the concrete. Additionally, when she threw the ball, it kept going. Air drag would have made it so that she couldn't possibly get an infinity.
More accurately, rather than force negation as some fanfics suggests, she's telekinetically accelerating whatever she touches. She telekinetically accelerates Izuku's body to stop him falling, and does the reverse for the ball, making it so that it continues to accelerate after she throws it.
See what I mean? Because Horikoshi gave Bakugou's quirk a scientific explanation with him sweating a nitroglycerin-like substance and being able to spark it, you have to look at every quirk with scientific knowledge. He could have said 'oh, yeah, I store energy from my quirk in these gauntlets' but Hori just had to be a smartass.
By the way, because of Bakugou's explanation, it's possible that his quirk is not what is named. Yes, it's possible to have two sides of a quirk, as we see in Shouto, but Bakugou's quirk isn't explained in the same way.
Rather than his quirk being creating explosions, his quirk is more like creating sparks in his palms. Why? Well, you see. Bnha never delves into actual quirk theory, but there's more than enough canon evidence that you have one main quirk and then one or more quirk mutations. For example, Ashido Mina's quirk is secreting acid that she can manipulate the acidity and viscocity of. Her appearance is not related to her quirk at all, meaning it's a quirk mutation from her parents. Same with Tokoyami Fumikage. Quirk is Dark Shadow, so there's no need for the bird head.
Why does this relate to Bakugou? Let me explain: Bakugou explains that he recieved a mutation from his parents with his mother secreting glycerin and his father sweating acid with combustive properties. In other words, Bakugou inherited nitroglycerin-like sweat from his parents, but his actual quirk is being able to create sparks.
His quirk is 'Sparks'. Not Explosions.
Why am I ranting about this? Because bnha completely misses all of this! It makes no sense which is a shame because the concept is so interesting! But then it throws away any scraps of potential left when it becomes 'My Kacchan Academia'.
Seriously, why do people and why does Horikoshi love abusive pieces of shit so much? Why did he throw away the potential to look into Shouto and his siblings' feeling about Endeavour? Why did he make Dabi's plot all about Endeavour instead of Shouto?
It's so easy to compare the ways Dabi and Shouto handle their trauma and their ways of revenge. It's so easy to look at Dabi and think about how easy it would have been for Shouto to become like him.
Shouto was transfixed on Endeavour. Everything he did related back to his hate for Endeavour. Using his quirk, fighting, grades, social interaction, everything. His only reason for becoming a hero is to spite Endeavour. It's only because Izuku reaches out to him and saves him from his own toxic mindset that he's able to move one and do things for himself.
Dabi, or Touya, on the other hand, doesn't get that. He doesn't get that person who recognises how far he's gone, how, in trying to spite Enveavour, he's living a life centred on him. How he's jealous of his little brother for being abused and tormented.
While Shouto became a hero to spite Endeavour, Dabi became a villain.
They're both full of hatred at first, but Shouto is saved from that spiral. Izuku helps him. Dabi doesn't have that. It would have been so interesting to see these two face of as parellels, but nope. It's all about Endeavour. Shouto is nothing more than an accessory.
I understand Dabi being hung up on Endeavour, but to outright replace Shouto with the abusive flaming trashbag? No.
Also, if Horikoshi wanted Dabi to be seen as sympathetic or redeemable, don't make him kill innocent people. Don't make it so that he unlocks an ice aspect to his quirk in a life-or-death situation because all that means is that Endeavour was right to hurt Touya the way he did. All that says is Endeavour should have hurt him more.
AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON BAKUGOU.
This piece of shit bullied Izuku relentlessly for years, used his quirk on him (yes that is canon), told him to end his life, tried to assault him in Yuuei, tried to kill him, threw a tantrum at an abused kid for not being magically okay with using a quirk that reminded him of his abusive father, assaults Izuku when he tries to work together but still magically gets a pass for being carried out unconcious which Sero was failed for, and the list just keeps growing.
Oh, but my bad. He has a sad backstory. You see, he fell in a river.
#bnha#mha#my hero acedamia#boku no hero academia#izuku deserves better#cnaon is awful#so much missed potential#anti bakugou#anti endeavor#anti bakugou katsuki#bnha critical#mha critical#analysis#character analysis#this is why fanfiction exists#fanfic > canon#stop hating on all might#i didn't include them but i also have beef with shinsou and aizawa#also all for one should have stayed dead after kamino#and bakugou's apology was awful
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Astro observations
Sister signs are the funniest to look at sometimes, because much like sisters there will be the similarites. For instance, Leo and Aquarius are both cocky asf but you know what the difference is between them? Idk if it's just the leos I've met or what but they will say they don't care what others think of them and yet when you say something about them all of the sudden they in their feelings. I can say this as a leo rising too cause bitch, no puedo mentir....if you talk about my looks I might feel some kind of way lowkey. Mostly because it is one of those things that I take seriously about myself so it feels really odd when someone who (in my opinon) doesn't look as good as me and disses me on the way I look...I'm going to be acting (with a lack of better words) like a bitch. I think this is why I get along with libra placements so well because I swear if a libra calls you ugly, you know they can say that shit with no worry of pushback. Like have you see libra placements...motherfuckers rule Venus for a reason (taurus are also pretty but it is definitely different if you know what I mean, I jsut wanted to point that out since Taurus also rule Venus and I didn't want any confusion). Moving on what I wanted to point out is that Aquarius (at least from the ones I've met) honestly don't seem to care. Like I think depending on the placements of the person it could change some stuff up but overall most Aquarius I have met in certain things say they don't care and they won't. Like if you say shit about something they don't care about...they simply won't really react as opposed to thier sister sign leos (fire signs can't help it, it is me I am the fire sign).
Literally Leos it's okay to care about shit...like own up to it. It's better than contradicting yourself. And yes ranting a whole bunch about something does count as caring about it. I'm sorry to break the news to you (i know breaking news people care about things). I do wanna repeat that this is based off my own personal experience as a leo rising with my sun in aries (17 degree) and my venus in the fifth degree (if you don't know those are leo degrees), so I am calling myself out a bit when I wrote this.
Moving on, I might write more about the sister signs in another post
Is it just me or are a lot of Pisces suns I've met happen to be left handed? Like I assume being left handed and a Pisces is one of the biggest coincidences I have experienced in my life. It's even funnier cause I remember meeting a person who was ambidextrous and they had a Gemini sun, libra moon, and a Pisces mars. I asked them if they were left handed and just had to learn how to write with their right hand (apparently left handed is connected to Satan or something like that) , but actually they just decided to write with their left hand as well because it felt more balanced to them. I find it funny because of the whole thing of doubles in these three signs. Gemini= Twins, Libra= Scales, and Pisces = two fish.
Alright final thing, mercury in the fifth house in synastry is definitely a moment to experience. It is one of my favorite house overlays in synastry from usually being one of the most fun conversations I have had with someone with this overlay. Generally speaking air house overlays with mercury is great but something about the fifth house really goes for me. I want to assume it's because my fifth house is in sag and I already have a ninth house stellium natally plus a sag mars. Plus my Aries mercury is helpful in this as well but ehh.
Anyways I would love to hear you guy's thoughts, or even any suggestions on what I should talk about next.
#astrology#astro#astrology observations#astro observations#astro posts#sagittarius#synastry#leo#aries#natal chart#astro notes
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Raw: Jason Todd x reader
Warnings: SMUT MDNI!!! (seriously minors, read responsibly so we can all leave in peace here, there are enough wars and fights in the world), cursing.
massive thanks to @fcthots for letting me use the idea (Jason making love to you without protection for the first time, which I twisted a bit and which you can find here)
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Once he started he was like a machine.
There was nothing and no one that could possibly stop him from almost drilling into her.
At least that was what happening till one night âŚ
âBabyâŚ.â
âShit! Jason!â Y/N came out of the shower only to came across the red metal mask. Obviously her first reaction was a single scream as she grabbed her chest, trying to level the rapid spike in the heartbeat. She most definitely did not expect Jason to swing by her apartment in the middle of the night with an attempt to give her a heart attack. However she could not deny that his deep, hoarse voice send a shiver down her spine, not that she was going to let it show to him. Instead she held her towel closer to her body, making sure it wouldnât fall as she crossed her arms over chest and gave him a look of disapproval. âhow many times did I tell you?â she scoffed âthere are doors in this apartment.â
âdoors are for wimps.â He muttered taking a step forward, finally taking off that stupid, unnecessary Red Hood helmet.
âWell thanks a lot!â she rolled her eyes âmy experience shows that doors are basically for normal people.â
âYeahâŚ. Exactly babyâŚ.â He grabbed her by the waist pulling her closer to his body, brushing lips over her slightly damp cheek, hands caressing her arms up and down. âAnd we both know Iâm an extraordinary person.â
âSo much humilityâŚâŚâ Y/N tried to keep her composure, but he always knew how to push her buttons and make her relent.
âTell me princessâŚ..â he muttered into her ear âwhy were you taking a shower this late at night?â his hand travelled up her arm moving towards the knotted front of the towel. âDid you get dirty, baby?â.
He knew exactly what he was doing putting on that sexy, seductive smirk, running his fingers over her chest, while the thin little piece of material did nothing to hide her already pebbled nipples and goosebumps forming all over her body. And Jason was always the one to enjoy teasing her, especially when he got so many clear signs of what she really wanted from him.
âHmmmmâŚ.â He muttered, moving his touches and caresses down her body to her leg, reaching for the hem of the towel and sneaking under it only to start rubbing her inner thigh.
âJaceâŚ.â She closed her eyes, still desperately trying to keep her self-integrity that was slipping away by a second.
This was too much for her. The darkness of the apartment, the huskiness of his voice, the feel of his hands on her body. Yes, she wanted him. Yes, she might have done some things that required cleaning up, earlier that night. Yes, she was thinking about him while taking care of herself. She was really trained in self-service, but what can you expect from a girl, whose boyfriend is a vigilante, absent too many night and a woman forced to spend the nights alone in a cold, empty bed? To tell the whole truth, once she got what she wanted, Y/N thought it would be enough. After all you canât go too many rounds running only on imaginations, right?
But then, the reason for all those dreams and fantasies were standing in front of her, in flesh and blood and her body got very excited at the sight while her brain was more than glad to pass the steering wheel to the flesh.
âYes, sunshine?â he moved his ministrations a bit higher, smirking when she opened her legs a bit, allowing him to almost reach her throbbing clit. âwanted to say something?â
God, he was a little piece of shit, not doing anything and yet doing so much at the same time, breaking her and making her fall so freaking easily.
âJasonâŚâŚâ
âHmm?â
âIâŚ. IâŚ..â
Fuck!
âYouâre not doing very good job with talking, princess, are you now?â Jason finger started moving over her most sensitive spot in circular motions, enjoying the pained expression on her face. âIf you keep wasting my time, I might⌠just⌠leaveâŚ.â He whispered, removing  his hand almost making her cry out in frustration. âCome on babyâŚ.. just say you need me⌠You know you do.â
âI doâŚ.â She gasped, grabbing both sides of his face and pressing her lips to his, letting go of all the inhibitions.
âGood girlâŚâ he whispered against her mouth, untying the towel in one smooth motion, groaning like an animal when her naked, soft body clung to him like a second skin, that he so desperately wanted to get under.
But it was still not enough.
He had to have her. All of her. Mind, body, soul. Closer.
And he was going to claim her in a proper way, definitely not in the hallway. No.
Regardless of his stupidly teasing character she was still his princess, his queen, the love of his life and he was going to treat her exactly like that, ready to fulfil all her wishes and commands.
âLet me make you feel good babyâŚ.â He grabbed the back of her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist, palms resting on her shoulder blades pulling her even closer, walking to the bedroom, miraculously avoiding tripping over his own feet, all because of her closeness and the pleasure at taste of her lips on his.
God, he was so starved for her and the evidence of it were visible on only in the form of the tent in his tactical pants, but also in the way he threw her on the bed, making her bounce and in the manner he tore off his own body armour and clothes, almost pouncing onto her.
Almost, because he knew that if he let go completely he would most definitely hurt her and he couldnât bare even the thought of that.
Instead he crawled on top of her, kissing up her body, her calf, thigh, stomach, torso, breast (giving a lot of attention to those perfectly pebbled nipples he needed to taste the moment they showed under the towel), collarbone and neck, finally meeting her lips.Â
He could eat her alive. She was so delicious, so soft, so warm, so fucking perfect and his blood boiled at the sweetness of her. Their tongues met in a crazy dance, wanting more, greedy and needy, exploring each otherâs mouth.
It was like the overwhelming and encompassing fire inside them.
The world stopped existing and for what they care it could have exploded and they would be more than happy to die like this, in each otherâs embrace. Touching, scratching, gripping, licking, pushing and pulling, tugging at each otherâs hair, losing breath, panting and gasping unable to satiate the need, the craving of one anotherâs body.
âMoreâŚ..â he groaned, biting on her neck, eliciting the sweetest moan from his girl, barely holding back from ripping her throat open and swallowing her like a freaking animal. His body pressed into her leaving no space between, and yet still wanting more and more and fucking more. She felt him pulling her in even more, breaking all the laws of biology and physics, as his hands travelled down to her hips, spreading her open, causing her pulse racing in the pace of a space rocket.
âYesâŚ.â She moaned, one hand gripping the headboard, the other tangling in his hair, her whole back arching to his lips that were currently kissing alongside the valley of her breast, travelling down the same path he started earlier, and which he was going to take so many more times that night.
âI know, babyâŚ. I knowâŚ.â His breath was scorching hot on her skin, leaving invisible marks. In that moment, as in every other time they were being so close, so intimate together, with nothing between their bodies and souls, they both knew that they could never ever leave the other. They were too hooked on one another, almost like on a drugs. Jason left a permanent scar on her soul in the shape of his. The scar that she couldnât and wouldnât want to lose. He was a part of her, a part of her own body. They were one. Always and forever.   Â
âI love youâŚ.â another moan escaped her mouth when he moved the tip of his tongue over her clit, his eyes sparkling with desire as he send her the mischievous, lustful gaze, before sucking on that aching spot. He was not only starved but also thirsty, ready to do everything to drink all her juices. And he methodically moved towards that goal, knowing what to do to turn her on.
She was so lost in pleasure, her body acting on its own, back arching, legs spreading, head falling back as she moaned and cried his name, pulling at his hair so ready to come, to explode, to finish.
âyes, yes, yesâŚ. Yes, more!â
And he listened, melting in her moans, her sounds, her body, her taste. He knew he was good, he was very well aware she needed him and mindful of the amount of neglect on his part, of all those nights she spend lonely. And now he was making up for it.
But.
He was still a mix of a pleasure giver and a rascal, keeping her on the edge, surprising with every move and thought, never letting her be sure of what was going to happen.
It was both frustrating and exciting, making their intimacy a whole new, never boring experience every time. Â
And now, if she was going to come, he wanted her on his cock, even if protected. Tongue was simply not enough and she owed him this much for making her so wet and pretty with those flushed cheeks and desire-filled eyes. He did it for her and now was going to claim his prize.
âBabeâŚ. Y/NâŚ. I want to take youâŚ.â He muttered, not stopping lapping her folds with that skilful tongue, his words getting lost inside her body. âfully take youâŚ..â
âYes⌠yes⌠oh, yesâŚ.just donât stopâŚ.â Y/N was so selfish and needy, focused only on reaching her climax, barely listening, that if he were to ask her to jump out the window she would probably say yes again. This was only word on her mind at the moment as long as he kept on devouring her.
âY/NâŚ..â he muttered again. Lust was lust, but he needed her informed consent. Every time. Even though they were a couple. Jason was a very complex man after all. âY/NâŚ.â he groaned. âCan I have you my way?â
âfuck yes! Yes!â she cried out.
And once he heard that word coming out of her mouth, he was all ready for action. He pulled back, reaching for the nightstand, knowing she kept that little packet of condoms there, just in case (and making a mental note to himself to stock up, cause they were running short on supplies). He hovered over her body, looking straight into her eyes while tearing the packaging with his teeth, admiring her shuddering body, shining eyes, messed up hair, all of her, having to remind himself that this goddess was his.
His, his, his.
His to claim, to love, to take over and over and over again.
God! He wanted her so fucking bad his hands were shaking while taking off the protection from the wrapper.
âNoâŚ.. waitâŚâ she whispered grabbing his wrist, her eyes boring into him, causing him to freeze and drop the condom in confusion.Â
âwait? What do you mean wait? You âŚ. You donât wantâŚ.?â Jason stuttered, his manhood almost flattening at the sudden rejection, which was quite embarrassing for him. âY/NâŚ..?â he looked at her with hurt in the eyes.
âNoâŚ. I meanâŚ. I do⌠I want youâŚ.â She bit on her bottom lip in that erotic manner sending his mind into overdrive.
âThen what do you mean?â he gasped, getting all hot again, but was still dumbfounded. âPrincess?â
She took the condom from his hands and send it flying through the room and shaking her head.
And then it hit him.
His eyes grew even wider, mouth falling open at the thought of what she was going to let him do to her. What she wanted. What she needed. And most importantly, how, she needed it.
âBabeâŚ..â he gasped, unable to move, completely stuck in that moment, which was sure as hell the best ever in his life.  âare you sure? Are you absolutely sure?â
âAre you trying to make me change my mind, babe?â she whispered in his ear only to pull back and give him a pout.
He was going to take her raw.
Oh godâŚ. He was going to take her raw.
Oh, all the things he was going to do to her, all the ways he was going to make her feel him, all of him, unfiltered, finally making her fully his, after all  the time of waiting.
âFuck, Y/N!â he groaned, grabbing her waist, pressing her further into the mattress, spreading her legs open and pushing in, in one motion, doing it all in three seconds, no more, finally being inside her. And she was so wet, so warm, so soft, so perfect, so ⌠home.
He was home.
And Jason was drifting in space, with the emotions overwhelming him completely. So good, oh, so good, he wanted to melt into her, have no boundaries, just be one with his Y/N, his babygirl.
It was the only thing on his mind right now.
Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.
âJasonâŚ..â her desperate moaning brought him back to reality.
âY/NâŚ..â he gasped in response, eyes closing at the pleasure of feeling her body in a way he never got before. He was already in heaven.
âJason ⌠Please⌠moveâŚâ she whimpered, squirming desperately trying to urge him to take some action and not just freeze like a stone sculpture.
Oh, shitâŚ..
âI canâtâŚâ he whimpered hopelessly. How was he going to explain it to her?
âWhat do you meant you canât?!â she cried out, raking her nails down his back, moving her hips against his to get any friction and turn him on âwhatâs going on?!â
She couldnât comprehend what made him stop suddenly. He was inside her, big, hard like a rock, stretching her so deliciously and she wanted more. But now he was telling her fucking no?!
âTodd!!â she yelled, slowly losing her patience, her body begging for attention.
âI canâtâŚ..â he almost sobbed, embarrassed and defeated. She was so perfect, her skin against him was amazing, the feeling of her velvety inside was bliss.
âI swear if you donât hurry to fuck meâŚ..â Y/Nâs voice was turning a bit threating now even though she herself couldnât come up with the idea what she was threating him with.
â'If I move Iâm gonna cumâŚ.." Jason gasped, and it took her by huge surprise. He was always the resistant one. Gentlemanly, if you may. He could go three, four, five rounds making sure she was satisfied first, before letting himself go. So what the hell was happening now?!
"You haven't even been inside me for a full minute!" she protested, moving her body in a poor attempt to get what she wanted.
"Shut up!â he almost winced when she did that.  âYou feel so fucking good. I just can't help it. Gimme a minute, babeâŚâŚ." He bit on his bottom lip, trying to get himself together and finding enough strength to start pulling in and out. The best he could do was half an inch before another low groan escaped his throat. âI canâtâŚâŚâ his hands were on both sides of her head, their faces close enough so she could feel his ragged, heavy breath and it was getting weirder and more uncomfortable with any other second.
"Jason," she whined, "please, please, pleaseâŚ.!." poor girl felt like crying at his point and those high-pitched whines finally made him move.
He was doing it.
He was making love to her without any stupid rubber standing in his way.
She was his, making those sweet, sweet sounds for him, crying out his name, Â digging nails into his back.
There were no words to describe that feeling.
And Jason was becoming more and more lightheaded with every thrust, with every move when his cock met that perfectly moist and warm cunt.
Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.
He was a bit ashamed to admit, but after a while he stopped thinking about her and focused only on his own pleasure, on his high, on his release.
MORE.
As he picked the pace, she moaned loud as never before, grabbing his body tighter, pulling him closer, losing her breath and matching his movements. Her eyes were closed, her mouth opened with that perfectly perfect expression of being thoroughly fucked.
âYes⌠yes.. yesâŚ!â
Oh yes, indeed.
He captured her mouth in his, pulling at her bottom lip, almost drawing blood. His hands found her thighs spreading her open even more, pounding into her like a wild animal, knowing no bounds, no limits, no rational thinking. Sweat was running down his face and back, his hair plastered to his forehead, but he was going to have her.
âJaceâŚ..!!â she cried out again when he bit on her collarbone, licking the marked skin.
âYeah, babyâŚ..YeahâŚ.â
âshit!â
âI got youâŚ.â
âSo close!â she dug both her heels into his back, the intensity of the lovemaking almost making her lose consciousness. âOh⌠JaceâŚJACE!!â
And then there was only bliss.
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Not for her though.
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Obviously he couldnât contain himself and living up to the previously spoken words, cummed first.
Hard. Long. Filling her to the brim which was an Event (capital E) in itself, but still â leaving her unsatisfied and wanting.
Such a failure on his part.
However, Y/N did not seem to care.
After he painted her with the ropes of his cum, moaning in sheer pleasure at the feeling, she just kept holding him and rubbing his back, showing him all the love she had for him. The expression of happiness and fulfilment was a prize in itself, and despite not cumming she couldnât feel better at that moment. She knew he wanted to stay like this, therefore there was no rushing him to pull out on her part. She was going to let him have his moment.
Her poor boy, in need of love and closeness and intimacy.
âY/N ⌠baby ⌠princess âŚâ
âI love you âŚâ she kissed his temple.
âIâm so sorry âŚâ Jason blushed, pulling away from her and laying on his back facing the ceiling. âY/N, my love, Iâm sorry, but I told you âŚâ he shifted position to lay on the side, meeting her eyes, shining despite the darkness of the room. She looked ⌠satisfied.
âShut up âŚâ she chuckled, cupping his cheek and kissing his nose. âthat was fucking perfectâŚâ Y/N chuckled.
âPerfect?â he frowned for a second, but quickly returned to his usual cocky self. âYeah, it was fucking perfect. I mean, what else were you expecting with me, babygirl?â he grinned.
âYouâre such an idiotâ she pushed him on his back, snuggling into his body, leaning head on his chest.
âI have to clean you up âŚâ he objected, but those soft hands around him, the way her body aligned with his and the calm, steady beating of her heart next to him made him relent. âI think I can do it in a second âŚâ he hummed nuzzling nose in her ruffled hair.
âMhmâŚ. Totally.â Y/N kissed his chest in response.
âHey Y/N?â he called her name gently, caressing her side âdid you feel good?â
âYeah⌠yeah I did.â
âI still got to practise though, right?â he smirked, his touch becoming a little more intense and a bit more telling.
âYou know what they say practise makes perfect.â She teased.
Poor Y/N was not going to be able to walk the next day. Â
@nmw-am
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Fool For Love
part 2
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part 1
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Authorâ Note: For one, Iâm still on my first play-through and this will definitely stray from canon, but hopefully some things will give a nod to some of the actual events in the game. (Also there will be no Wyll or Minthara because I havenât gotten to know them forâŚreasons đ)
(As for when this takes place, Iâm thinking around late act 1, early act 2-ish)
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Astarion x reader/Tav
Tags: (mild?) angst, pining, pining while fucking, jealousy, eventual happy ending
Summary: You thought knew what you were doing when you let Astarion into your bed. He doesnât have feelings for you, and vice versa. Only⌠Now you do. And the question is, how will you deal with it?
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âHave you been crying, Tav?â
Fuck. You shouldâve known Karlach would notice. âYes,â you admit, knowing itâs no use lying. âNightmare,â you add, because itâs not entirely untrue.
âAh, yeah, thatâll do it.â The hand Karlach places on your shoulder feels reassuring. Supportive without a speck of judgement. âIâm here if you ever want to talk about it, you know.â
You smile, because you donât know what you have done to deserve such a great friend like her. âBe careful,â you laugh, âotherwise I might take you up on that offer.â Gods knows youâre in need of someone to confide in. Itâs just that youâre not a hundred percent sure sheâs not one of Astarionâs other conquests.
âMy tent is always open for you, Tav. I hope you know that.â Karlachâs soft smile quirks into a grin as her eyes shift to look at something over your shoulder. âOh, hi, Fangs. Trying to sneak up on Tav, are you?â
âAnd a good morning to you too, Karlach.â You donât need to see him to know that heâs rolling his eyes. âOf course not, I just did not want to break up what looked like an intimate moment.â
Strange. Underneath the snark, Astarion almost sounds⌠jealous. That doesnât make the least bit sense, so you brush the notion away.
âNothing intimate about it,â you press out. âJust Karlach being a good friend.â One deep breath, and then you turn around to face him. It takes all of your determination, but you make sure to keep a neutral expression. Except you catch his eyes narrowing, and too late you realise that he, too, notices the small but telling signs of the tears you shed not even an hour ago. Unlike Karlach, he keeps his thoughts to himself, because of course he does. Youâre not even sure why youâre not surprised, but deep down you knew he wouldnât acknowledge it.
You momentarily stop breathing when the truth slams into you like a blow to the gut: he doesnât care enough to ask. Or if he does, asking could mean complicating things he wants to keep simple.
âTav?â
You hear Astarion addressing you, but youâre stuck inside your own head now. Of course he doesnât want to know. Freedom and survival are the key factors driving Astarion in everything he does, and getting entangled with you beyond pleasure and safety â and feeding â could compromise both of those things. While he probably does consider you a friend at this point, itâs only surface-level. In all honesty you canât blame him. After all heâs been through, trust doesnât come easy to him.
You could hold a grudge for the lies he told you, but the truth is, you went into this with your eyes wide open. You couldâve called him out on it, but you were so curious about what it would lead to that you let him believe that you were fooled.
âTav?â
A cool hand on your arm snaps you back to the here and now.
âSorry, did you say something?â Heâs eyeing you warily, and you wonder fleetingly how he would react if you told him the half-lie about the nightmares.
Astarionâs brow twitches as he opens his mouth to speak. âTavââ
âGooood morning, everyone!â
Gale. Of course. âGood morning, Gale.�� Not letting yourself ponder what Astarion mightâve been meaning to say, you fling yourself at the opportunity of a new topic of conversation as if it was the last potion of healing in an otherwise empty pouch. âArenât you chipper this morning?â
âI saw a falling star just before going to bed last night, and it felt like a sign that this day would be an exceptionally good one.â
âI hope youâre right.â
âSpeaking of.â Lowering his voice, Gale slides closer to your side. âI was thinking of doing some stargazing tonight. Want to join me? The sky should be clear enough for it.â
You can feel Astarionâs eyes on you. âSure,â you hear yourself say, immediately regretting it.
âPerfect!â
âWhatâs perfect?â
Saved by the Tiefling. âGale says tonight should be perfect for stargazing.â When you turn around to face her, thereâs no Astarion in sight. That should feel like a relief, and yet, you can help but worry. Why that is is beyond you, but the guilt is still there, confusing you even more.
âThatâs notââ
âWhy donât you join us? We can ask the rest of the group too.â
âExcellent idea, Tav!â
âMm, yes. Excellent.â
Gale sounds disappointed, but itâs better this way. If you were more callous you would use Gale to try to get Astarion out of your system and out of your heart, but that is out of the question now. During your weeks together, he has become a friend. They all have.
Perhaps you can find yourself a handsome druid when you all go back to the Grove to trade with the merchant Arron later today. If for nothing else, you desperately need to work on your flirting game because it has never been your strong suit to begin with.
âTav?â
âYes, Halsin?â You donât know it, but the druid can tell that something is troubling you.
âAre you alright?â
âYeah, never been better.â If you keep saying it out loud you might perhaps believe it at some point.
âRight.â His seemingly all-knowing eyes scan you up and down, making you feel like he can see into the deepest parts of your heart and mind. Youâre not entirely sure that he canât. âI heard from Karlach that youâre going to the Grove,â he continues after a moment of heavy silence. âI have other business to attend to today, but I wanted to ask if you could do me a favour while youâre there.â
Your body relaxes with relief. âYes, we are. What do you want me to do?â
The fictitious druid can wait for another time.
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Austrian GP thoughts, sorry if I'm not very articulate đ¤ just rambled really not proofread cause I'm busy
Do I think the collison was Max's fault? Yes. Do I think that the contact was inevitable and BOTH of their faults? Also yes.
Max shouldn't have moved during the breaking but they were both driving aggressive. They both wanted to be first, they both know what's it's like to be first and they won't settle for second now. I think in Lando's case he seen that if he wants to be first he has to try harder? Or that you actually have to be "agressive" to get onto that top step.
Do I think Lando was being childish? Yes. And I'm saying this as a McLaren fan.
Though I also think that any sport where you're fighting for first is inherently a bit childish. Might just be because I have siblings and we always used to fight over first place as kids đ¤ˇđ˝ââ���idk
That doesn't justify Lando's response. Even when you're upset and running on adrenaline, you should be able to be handle your emotions I think. (I know as humans it can be hard) but if you're on live tv being broadcasted to millions of people...you should have a better handle on you're emotions; even if you feel you've been wronged, because no one will listen to you if you are acting like that. If you're levelheaded about it people are more likely to listen,(woman experience this all the time.) He needs to work on that and on taking responsibility as well, because the blame isn't 100% on Max.
That's one thing I can say about Max, I wasn't here for the "Mad Max" era but from videos and word of mouth, I can tell he's matured a lot and you can definitely see it. Max had every reason to be upset after this race (but not really), he had a good lead against Lando until RB's slow pit stop and then he went from first to fifth and some might say that's not bad, he still got points, and etc. That's not the point - his race was still affected but he did not go on live tv and speak badly on his friend.
They need to - like Max said - cool down and speak about it afterwards. I personally don't think it is worth ending a friendship with someone I considered a good friend but maybe they see it differently idk. It's something they need to talk about before the next race. And if they believe that it was worth losing a friend over, especially when they know this is situations that happen in racing then....
And I've seen a lot of people mentioning Lando still wouldn't have been first, even with the 5 sec penalty, he would'v been second with George being over 10 secs behind, I can understand why he believed Max ruined his race.
Some of y'all have a very bad habit of taking things fans do out on the drivers. If the FANS keep voting him DOTD that has nothing to do with him, if you want others to win then yall might need to vote more ig đ¤ˇđ˝ââď¸ and the chanting on the podium is again rude and nasty behavior but that again has nothing to do with Lando, I can promise you even if he would speak out it will not change anything, people will do what they want and what they feel they are entitled to do. I've seen it happen in so many fandom spaces, some people just don't care. Lewis has told people not to hate George after last race and I can guarantee that there is still people that do.
Now I've also seen people talking about Lando's attitude, I agree on some things and disagree on others. And this isn't me being a "Lando crazy fangirl" trying to justify his actions but I'm just telling it how I see it. So if you disagree okay, but do not start shit with me okay? đ cause I know y'all like to fight around here đ¤Ľ
I think Lando feels stuck in that wasted potential. Where people having saying for years you have the potential to be a champion and even with all the hardwork you do, it doesn't feel like it's being shown. And especially as someone who went so long without a first win. Everyone's saying McLaren made a mistake by re-signing you or that your teammate is more deserving of the first seat. You feel like you're letting people down: you're team, family, fans and yourself. Not to mention all the hate you've been getting for NOT winning, then you'll definitely be in a bad headspace. And now that's he's won and KNOWS he can win, he'll want it all the more. He has the fastest car on the grid right now, he IS a good driver (contrary to what some of you believe), and he is a bit more optimistic than last year. Now that first is within his grasp, he's been hungry to get a second one. And I think he's been a bit overconfident about it, but that's honestly all drivers, I think if you are upset about Lando's ego but not other like Ocon than you dislike Lando for other reasons and are just finding excuses now. Even more so knowing he is second in the championship standings. Now that you know you're capable of being first you wouldn't want to settle for second, just like Max. Max constantly talks about not being there for second place but many of the other drivers feel that way, Lando is clearly one of them.
Do I think Max should have just let him go by? no. Because this IS racing and if you want to be first and become a champion you have to work for it. Max has never been the kind of guy to just let you pass him, not even for a friend. So Lando needs to understand that if he wants to keep fighting Max in the future. If you want to prove everyone right or wrong, only YOU can do that and by being overly eager and dangerous, well it clearly doesn't work in your favor đ (sorry lando đ¤§). Only thing is you do is improve yourself and I'm not surprised that Max is a champion when he is always driving be it racing or sim. If your competitor's are doing a 100% you need to be doing 200%, that's the only way to get to the top.
#f1#austrian gp 2024#max verstappen#lando norris#formula one#also oscar podium?!?!#love to see it#lowkey wish we wouldve gotten norstappen crash earlier for a oscar p1#congrats to george oscar and carlos on a good well done#charles....???? I'll pray for you đđ˝#also haas points??? lets go
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A BBC Ghosts coffee shop AU
Alison inherits a struggling coffee shop in the city â Button's Bakery. Her and Mike are unsure of what they're going to do with it, but in the process decide to visit at least visit a couple of times before the make anything final. The place is rundown, old fashioned and in Mike's opinion, has not one good tea option even if the cappuccinons are good.
They both decide to rent out the space after getting a good look at the finances â which are abysmal. But after the staff, who were all hired long before Alison and Mike came along, gets wind of this all hell breaks loose. They call and they text and email and when that doesn't make the couple budge suddenly emails from people who definitely aren't employees find their way into Alison's mailbox. Regulars start writing to her, protesting the closing of the cafĂŠ. That, and a number of, in her opinion, poorly written love letters that frankly border on creepy. The staff deny having given out her email adress. They are, of course, lying.
No one wants to rent, however. For some reason. Honestly, it's prime real estate, Alison! (It really isn't, Mike) So what choice do they have. To take some basic business classes together becomes next on the agenda and looking for an accountant replaces looking for tenants. A meetings with the assistant manager is scheduled. The first thing on his agenda is to establish that he introduced himself as 'The Captain', and that it is not something the others call him to be mean.
Alison asks the staff if she can try working behind the counter. She wants to learn how to use the espresso machine and the bread slicer, which seem intimidating. Instead she spends almost two whole shifts trying to figure out how to smoothly put a loaf of bread in a paper bag. The fact that she had Kitty â a young, fairly recently hired, part-timer â as her "teacher" doesn't help. The young woman is easily distracted and not what one would call a natural problem solver. Her sales, though, make up for it. When Kitty asks if you would like a freshly baked croissant with your coffee you would have to be heartless to say no. Mike also gets behind the register but when a customer asks for "an extra hot almond milk mocka latte with extra foam to go but without a lid" he decides that he found the meetings with their new accountant more interesting anyway.
Slowly but surely they get into somewhat of a routine. Button's Bakery is open 7-18 Tuesday through Friday and 8-16 on weekends. Closed on Mondays. Alison works with managing the cafĂŠ full time while Mike keeps his old job, the plan is for him to go full time when the fiances are just a little more stable. Actually, Mike finds that he, like, reallyyy likes the economic side and signs up for some evening classes on business and entrepreneur-stuff.
They keep all of the old staff. Originally, it had been because neither Alison nor Mike though they would run the place long enough to have to worry about staff. But then they had gotten attached to the bakery and the bakery came with the staff â and the regulars. Alison, who spent more time at the cafĂŠ than Mike, isn't sure she will ever be convinced it was the right decision. (She never doubts in, but she doesn't want to admit that). Mike uses the word peculiar to describe the lot of them and he's really proud he found that word in the moment because he did hit the nail with the head. (That's not you say that, Mike.)
Robin and Mary are the key to their success, thinks Alison privately. No one knows anything about Robin. It was the fist thing Alison and Mike got to know about the man. He's worked there longer than anyone else, is the second thing. Fanny, one of the baristas and unofficial assistant assistant manager, thinks he's a foreigner... or at least from somewhere up north. Mike thinks he might just have a speech impediment, or something. He's a magician when it comes to bread and sandwiches, that is the third thing Alison and Mike get to know. And they never doubted it after having a taste. He's also, strangely, the only person that understands the espresso machine. He burns the milk every time he tries to steam it but no one else can fix it when the espresso starts flowing to quickly. Or when the handles are loose. Or when the steam wand looses pressure. Or whenâ (Mike we really should think about investing in a new espresso machine.) (It's vintage though.)
Mary bakes the sweet stuff. Buns , rolls, biscuits, cakes, pies. Even made eclairs on a whim once. Alison knows this because the regulars never stop asking if they're coming back. Not one for customer service, however. Shy to the point of it becoming a problem at times as she refuses to work the till when someone is out sick. Not really a sales person, their Mary. But her girlfriend, Annie, isn't either and she was apparently a hit with the guests. Alison knows this because the regulars never stop asking if she's coming back. Actually, to be frank, they never shut up at all.
Well, Humphrey Bone does. He lives in an apartment three floors above the cafĂŠ and like to read the paper there in the mornings. He says good morning, orders a black coffee and ham and cheese sandwich and comments on the weather, before taking a plush chair in the corner. Then he reads The Guardian and when he's done with that he reads Le Monde. On weekends he adds a pain au chocolate to his usual order and does the crosswords. (It's more of a group effort at this point. The crossword in English, obviously. He does the French one all on his own.)
Another neighbour is Pat. He lives a little further down the street and comes in every Sunday with his son. It's their thing, he says excitedly to Alison the first time she's taking his order. One cup of English breakfast, one hot chocolate and two scones with jam. Before they leave he buys two pastries for them to have after dinner. In contrast to Humphrey, everyone knows a lot about Pat. He's a divorced banker who's true passion is his job as a scout leader and he also makes a mean meat pie. Some mornings, on his way to work, he'll stick his head in and say good morning to Robin, Mary and whoever's opening.
Thomas, Alison figures out with absolutely no effort at all, is the love-letter-email-sender. An english student who comes in weekday afternoons to study. Well, to study and to try seducing Alison. He wants to be a poet and makes it everyone's problem all the time. He's dramatic, self-important, spoiled and gives Alison a headache. The extra hot almond milk mocka latte with extra foam he orders gives Mike a headache.
The strangest regular, despite all the other's peculiarities, is the disgraced tory politician who comes and goes. Julian Fawcett was someone who people joked about on the tv, not someone Alison and Mike expected to have to serve coffee. The first time they're there when he comes in, Mike asks him to his face if he wasn't 'the tory who, like, did the kinky sex in public thing'. Alison considered selling again. But to their surprise, especially following that first meeting, they both grew to reluctantly like Julian. He doesn't have a filter and Alison never let's him talk unsupervised to Kitty, ('She's impressionable, Mike!) but he's funny and can talk to Robin for hours. When and how often during the week he'll visit is anyone's guess but when he does a triple espresso is waiting.
Months pass. Then years. Button's Bakery thrives under Alison and Mike's care despite some rough first years. Mary leaves because her and Annie are moving to France. The Captain properly introduces them to his secret beau after he finally accepts that they all know anyway. They do get a new espresso machine and Robin remains the espresso machine whisperer but it's real master is Kitty. Thomas graduates, Pat retires. Fanny becomes Alison and Mike's real accountant when they decide to expand after Mike decides that maybe business is very much his thing and he wants to do more. Humphrey get's an ipad to read Le Monde but still buys a paper copy of The Guardian. No one is sure what Julian does but he now gets coffee with his daughter sometimes.
And Alison watches is all. Through bad times and good, she guides Button's Bakery with a gentle hand and an exasperated tone. It couldn't have been done without her.
sorry for the formatting I hit a "4096 text-character-per-block(?) limit"
#bbc ghosts#i will elaborate even if i'm not asked#alison cooper#mike cooper#the captain#kitty higham#humphrey bone#robin bbc ghosts#pat butcher#fanny button#mary bbc ghosts#annie bbc ghosts#(not even a question if they are lesbians or not in my head)#this was literally my though process:#omg coffee shop au!!!#Mary and Annie are girlfriends!#so yeah this is my contribution to minimalise inevitable post-christmas-special depression
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Hi Star, I was wondering if you can write for Leon x Fem reader where the reader and Leon are on mission together to save Ashley during RE4. Leon and reader are in love with each other but they haven't confessed until reader almost dies.
If not that's okay. Have a nice day/night :)
Resident Evil Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader: âYou canât die on me yet!â
Warings: Spoilers for RE4 Remake, Violence, Guns, Drowning, Almost dying.
Pronouns: (She/Her)
A/N: Hi! Thank you so so much for requesting youâre my second request and Iâm so excited!! I really really hope you enjoy this fic and I hope to get requests from you in the future. Thank you! Also Iâm sorry for the wait, iâve been so busy. I promise any future requests will not take this long đ
Running through the graveyard, you and Leon run for the gate just ahead that lead to ďżźthe church. With a grunt Leon pushed the gate open and then closed as you went ahead to the second gate in front of the door inside. You shook it a couple times trying to get it open.
âDamn it- Leon itâs locked.â You said looking at him over your shoulder. He started to walk up behind you, he had a look in his eyes as he shook his head.
âBut of course. Because when would the two of us ever get a break?â He said with a sigh. His comment made you smile slightly. He was correct of course, the two of you havenât had a break since youâve got here. The only thing close to one is the time youâve spent with the merchant, talking and shopping, without him this trip would of been much worse.
âWell⌠Letâs call Hunnigan. Might be a good idea to update HQ anyway.â You said leaning back against the gate and looking up at the sky. Leon nodded his head at your words.
âYouâre probably rightâŚâ He breathed out then placed his finger to his ear and called, âConder One and Robin Two to Roost. The church is sealed up.â
ďżźâAnd Baby Engle?âŚâ âRoostâ or Hunnigan asked in reply.
âNegative. We havenât found her, yet. This place is locked up tighter than knoxâŚâ You told her joining the conversation.
âI see. I can think of one reason theyâd want to do so.â Said Hunnigan, they could hear light typing from her keyboard through her mic as she spoke.
âSo can I. Sheâs definitely in there. And weâll find a way in, one way or another. Conder One and Robin Two out.â Leon told the woman before ending the call. You looked at him standing up straight and going to his side.
âDo you really think sheâs in there?âŚâ You asked placing a hand on his shoulder. He paused at your touch and looked you in the eyes. His look made you pause in return. You loved his eyes, and his hair and his jokes and his-⌠Well you loved him.
You met him after the Raccoon City incident , both of you were survivors. How you managed to survive is a different story, but soon after you found yourself working for the government and meeting the blonde in front of you. Training was a nightmare, but having Leon made it so much better.
â(Y/N)?⌠Did you here me?âďżź Leon asked titling his head as he looked at you. You removed your hand and gave him a nod looking away to the church.
âYeah sorry- I zoned out a little uh⌠Letâs find a way inside.â Your voice was hush as you walked to the side of the church following the wall. Leon watched you go for just a moment before following not wanting you to be left alone.
It didnât take long for you both to found a small room on the side that was unlocked. It wasnât connected to the main church but there could be clues on how to get in. Looking around for supplies and answers, Leonâs eyes land on a mapďżź and a small note.
âThis here says that the key is being held in a cave on the lake-â He said taking it off the wall then looking at you.
âThen weâll go to the lake. The signs around said it was just through the gate next door. Itâs locked butâŚâ Your eyes landed on a trapdoor in the corner of the room. âI think there may be a way around.â Leon walked up and opened it, shining his flashlight down the hole before looking at you.
âWell⌠Ladies first.â He said giving a half smirk. You playfully rolled your eyes walking up to him.
âOh why thank you, what a gentleman.â You said walking pass him and starting to climb down the ladder. You faced him as you descended down, he chuckled softly.
âAnd watch your step too-â He said as he made his way down after you, âI wonât be able to catch you from up here-â He told you smiling.
Shaking your head you left the male on the ladder and followed the light at the end of the small cave, it lead to the other side of the gate just next to the church. You unlocked it just in case then looked to Leon.
He nodded his head down the path then started to walk that way, following you looked around at the world around you. If the people here werenât crazy infected monsters then this would be like a vacation. Thinking about it youâd love to go on a vacation with Leon. You both needed some time together. You- Your happy thoughts were cut off as Leon put an arm over you and held you back as he peaked over a corner.
âHostiles⌠Get your gun.â He whispered softly. You ignoredďżź the warmth in your cheeks as you nodded getting it ready. Leon took the first shot and the two of you went into battle. And battled and battled and battled. You were just lucky that he was here to have your back. He always is, itâs one of the reasons you loved him so much.
Throughout the whole fight Leon would warn you if someone was behind you, call out whenever something was thrown your way and freed you from anyone who laid their hands on you. You did the same for him. Itâs why you were put on this mission together. Itâs why they always put you both together, because you work perfectly together.
That work and care got you through the some cliff side area and through the quarry to thankfully, the merchant. The merchant was glad to see you two, welcoming the both of you in from your battles. You and Leon look at each other with a sigh of relief and buy anything that looked important. After saying your goodbyes you both continued forward.
âHeâs always there when we need him.â You mumbled as you stepped out. Leon nodded a bit looking at you then smiled a little.
âYeah I bet you loveee seeing your boyfriend~â He joked laughing a bit as you playfully hit his arm.
âOh ha ha. Very funny but heâs not my type Leon.â You replied walking up to a fence blocking off a drop. Placing your arms on the railing you look out over the lake as Leon wondered what your type was exactly. âHey- thereâs some people in the water- On a boat.â You called to Leon as he walked over.
The two of you watched as they dumped a body in the water.
âFuckâŚâ Leon mumbled and then two seconds later the body was eaten by a large creature they only got to see for just a moment. The two of you stood silentlyďżź knowing what would come next.
âThat um⌠Cave we have to go there is-âŚthereâs a walk way right?âŚâ You were sheepish as you glanced at Leon. All he did was point to the little docking area across from them. â⌠Great.â You mumbled then sighed. Leon looked down to you and then gently placed a hand on your back.
âHey⌠We⌠got this okay? In and out. As long as weâre careful Iâm sure weâll be fine.â His voice was soft and comforting, he even gave you a soft smile to reassure you. All you did was smile back and gave him a nod as you both started to make your way down to the lake side.
There was a very tiny boat it looked like it could just fit the two of you. Leon smiled and held his hand out to you then gently helped you down into the boat. Afterwards he followed suit, pulling the cord and starting the little engine.ďżźYou sat in front and he drove the boat to the little building.
Light from the lowing sun made the lake shine, the whole place in a pretty orange glow.
âHeyâŚâ Leon said to get your attention. âI actually want to talk to you about something while we have a moment⌠I was thinking maybe after all this⌠You and me could-â He cut himself off as the boat slowed then came to a stop.
âDid um⌠Did you do that?â You asked looking over at him as he looked to the engine and shook his head.
âNo?âŚâ He said pulling on the cord trying to get it to start once more. You bit your lip, glancing into the dark water then jumping a little as something hit the bottom of the boat.
âLeon- Please for the love of god get it started already.â He could hear the worry in your voice as you held onto the sides of the boat. But Leon was somewhat lost in thought looking around the calm water of the lake. âLeon?â
He was brought to his senses as the lake monster that ate the body moments ago jumped from the water and over the two. Right after it grabbed onto a rope hanging from the boat and started to pull it along with it. âW-Woah-â You let out falling a little bit into Leon but he kept you up right in a protective hold as you both were pulled. ďżź
âNow what do we do?!?â You asked looking back at Leon. He glanced at the engine then some harpoons on the floor of the boat.
âYou shot I drive- Just another mission⌠We got this.â He said handing you the harpoons. Have you ever used a thrown weapon? No, but it wasnât like you had much choice. With Leon keeping the two of you away from rocks and anything floating in the water with you, you fought off the monster.
Things were looking great, with the lake filling up with the beasts blood. Bending down to grab another harpoon, the boat was rocked by the creature just enough to throw you from the ship. You fall backwards into the dark cloudy waters with your heart pounding as you try and swim up. Your lungs started to burn, it was like no matter how much you swam you couldnât reach the top. The last thing you remember was something moving pass you.
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â(Y/N)?⌠(Y/N) come please? Donât give out on me now-â A muffled voice called as you slowly came two. âGod please I- I never got to⌠Damnit⌠Come please⌠You canât die on me yet. I canât lose you too⌠Please⌠I love you so much donât do this. I didnât even get to tell you!â The voice continued then you gasped, all of the water in your lungs coming up and out making you gag.
Gasping for air you held your chest trying to get it out. After a moment you took in the world around you. You make it to the little dock you had seen before. By your side was a soggy Leon who pulled you into a tight hug the second he saw you were okay.
âOh thank god! I thought I lost you.â He said as you gently pat his back to reassure him.
After a second it hit you. You were alone so the voice you heard had to be Leonâs⌠And what he had said⌠Your cheeks reddened as you remembered. Did you imagine it? Miss hear? Either way you were going to ask, you needed to know.
âLeon⌠What um⌠Weâre you saying before I was completely up? I kinda heard a bitâŚâ Your voice was quiet as Leon froze and glanced away for just a moment.
âO-Oh that uh⌠Damn it well⌠I almost lost you and Iâm not going to risk it happening again without you knowing.â He said moving closer and taking your hands. âI really really love you⌠So much⌠I was even going to ask you out on the boat before that monster came. I couldnât help it- Youâre just⌠Youâre just amazing.â He said looking at you like you were the only girl in the whole world.
You blushed and slowly grinned pulling Leon into a tight hug. He loved you! It took you almost dying to find out but he loved you!
âI love you too Leon⌠I have for a long time now.â You told him softly, your hug was so tight just wanting him close. Leon grinned and hugged you back just as tightly. He was so thankful you felt the same. đ
(A/N Hi- Iâm so sorry for the wait again April is always a busy month for me. Future fics will come faster I promise! In at least at weeks time if I decide to do it!)
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hi! i love how you write bp trainee!reader fics and i was like âomg imagine jay x g group trainee!readerâ so i came here to request something. i wanted to request jay chang confessing to g group!reader during the boys planet finale, or something a long the lines of that. i wanted to see your take on how he would confess to someone, you can always switch up the plot or even ignore this ask if you donât want to write it! <3
If this was a movie
pairing: jay x g group reader
genre: canon, fluff
tw/tags: lots of pining, confessions, a kiss or two, some swears, jay kinda dramatic and very in denial, kamden, matthew, ricky best wingmen, a lil hui vs jay action but not reallyÂ
wc: 1731
summary: itâs the sleepover night before the finale and jay has something to tell you.
a/n Hi! First of all thank you so much for this lovely request, it was an utter pleasure to write and I really enjoyed it and I hope you will too! I'm always a sucker for canon fics because it's so fun to take the show we all know and love and hate sometimes bc mnet kinda shady and write about it. I've lifted lines directly from the sleepover segment from episode 12, just be citing my sources. I definitely would have included reader/ mc/ y/n's pov but ended up keeping it to jay's pov for some reason, idk maybe it's like writer brain. If anyone wants a "your pov" version, do let me know~ that would be a fun part 2
Check my pinned for more fics~
Italics mean itâs spoken in English.
Jay tips his head back and exaggerates his cringe, laughing along with everyone at Gunwook stealing Junhyeonâs aegyo. Only he canât help but let his eyes linger back to you giggling quietly from where youâre leaning against Hoetaek, the elder playing with your hair.Â
And even if he knows that Hoetaek is a little more familiar with the former Cube trainees like you and Matthew and Sung Hanbin, he canât help but feel the smallest twinge of jealousy. He wanted to be close to you like that, to mess with your hair until you pout at him and he canât help but-
âBy all means, keep staring, we might as well get a neon sign that says I LIKE YOU and put it on your head.â
Kamden mumbles from beside him, effectively snapping him out of his maladaptive daydreaming.Â
âOh my god dude, shut up.â
He hisses, still keeping one eye on you as you lean into Hoetaekâs touch. Think positive, Jay. Even if you're also a fellow English speaker, at least youâre far away enough that you probably wonât overhear them. Ricky snickers from his other side.
âYouâre so subtle, man.â
He levels them a look. Itâs their last night, canât he get a break?
âItâs our last night Jay, you know, you should tell them.â
Apparently not.Â
He looks up and Kamden manages to look even more unimpressed than he usually does, head tilting a little more than 45° for emphasis.
âNah, itâs cool, besides, theyâre definitely not into me.â
Jay deflects, ignoring the sinking feeling that begins to take hold.Â
âYou donât know that.â
âIâm pretty sure I do.â
âJust try.â
âYouâre being very persistent today, Kam, I dunno, itâs kinda sus.â
Before Kamden can fire back, the whole conversation about memorable first impressions turns around and bites Jay in the ass because the universe loves messing with him.
âSo who was your best first impression, Jay-ah?âÂ
Suddenly everyoneâs looking at him expectantly. Kamden and Ricky look like they already know and Jay knows that they know that the answer sitting at the tip of his tongue is just across the room, Hoetaekâs arm around their shoulder. Still, Jay hesitates.
Heâs had a crush on you ever since the Star Level test. You had immediately caught his attention walking in. Sure, there were perfect visuals like Jiwoong and Hanbin but you were the most attractive person heâs ever seen. And you were talented, Jay could swear your performance was one of the best but Kamdenâs convinced that heâs just biased.
But even though youâre both from G-group, youâve always ended up in different teams, leaving Jay with not that many opportunities to talk with you. When he does end up around you, he just canât, defaulting to his usual over the top expressions for laughs. While heâs always thought of himself as a confident person, he just finds himself fumbling around you. It doesnât help that you seem to stick to Hoetaek or Sung Hanbin or one of your team members. Youâre friendly with each other, sure, but nothing more than that.Â
Right, back to the question.
âThe person I remember the most is Yujin.â
He immediately feels the collective disappointment that emanates from his corner of the room as the rest of the trainees react, Matthew even sitting up to hit him with some bombastic side-eye. He pretends he doesnât hear Kamden sighs, doing an impression of Yujin which looks more like a possession honestly. The others laugh. Jongwooâs comment is the crutch he needs to limp away as he holds Yujin in check as competition.
Of course, it wouldnât be that easy.
âFor me, as soon as I heard Jay sing, I felt like I was in trouble.âÂ
Hoetaek speaks up and Jay forces himself into another exaggerated look of surprise and shoves down the ugly feeling that jumps out at the way you hug one of Hoetaekâs arms.Â
âYour competitor?â One of them jokes.
Not just in singing, Jay thinks.
âBut you did watch Love Me Right, hyung?â Jongwoo asks. Jay really wants this conversation to move on.
âIt was so hard to watch Love Me Right.â He watches as Hoetaek shifts so that you can lean more comfortably.
âThatâs not the only thing thatâs hard to watch right now.â Ricky breathes out. Now Kamden and Matthew are snickering.
Just smile, Jay.Â
âHonestly, I wanted to give up when I saw you, hyung.â He manages to grit out without giving himself away, hopefully.Â
Everyone laughs and Jay desperately sends a prayer to the universe to let his pain end. Ironically, itâs Kamden and Matthew who come to his rescue.
âActually, Iâm curious about something. Did I give off an American vibe?â
The conversation swerves towards Matthewâs imitation of Kamden, the apparently routine mispronunciation of Jiwoongâs name and Kamdenâs impressive first impression of Rickyâs hair.
By the time they move on to Keitaâs first meeting with Zhang Hao, Jay thinks heâs in the clear.
He's not.
Kamden proceeds to smack his arm and he meets eyes with Matthew whose usual bright smile was beginning to border on shit-eating grin territory.
âIf you didnât notice, theyâve been looking at you the whole time we were talking.â Kamden says lowly, Matthew nodding in agreement.
âNah, youâre capping.â
âNo, for real, Kam and I were literally right here giving some top-tier content and all they could see was you.â Matthew insisted.
âThat doesnât mean anything.â
âIt definitely means something.â Ricky counters because he was apparently listening in on them the whole time while everyone else watched Jiwoong wax poetry over Haoâs violin playing. Jay shakes his head.
âIt really doesnât.â
Kamden looks like he wants to jump on him and start shaking some sense in. Matthew sighs. Ricky just shrugs and lies back down.
âAh well, weâll have to see then. I didnât let Kam slander my hair and my catchphrase for nothing.â
After having to spectate the absolute trainwreck of awkwardness that is Zhang Hao and Kum Junhyeon, thereâs the slightest chill that goes down Jayâs spine that he ignores, figuring it must be the weather.
It was definitely not the weather. He should have run while he still had a chance.
âActually, thereâs another pair I want to see.â Matthew speaks up. Suddenly he feels Kamden and Ricky both watching him like hawks as if heâs going to bolt any second now.
After Matthew names you and him, Jay actually wants to bolt. Kamden and Ricky are extremely helpful in explaining to the others the minimal interactions you two have had as the âleast close trainees in G-group.â You look like a deer in headlights as Hoetaek gently shoves you towards the middle of the room, whispering something to you before he goes back to his spot.Â
âWah theyâre both so red.â Jay becomes acutely aware of how much his cheeks are burning as he sits across you. You donât seem to be any better, making eye contact before looking literally anywhere else.
Well, might as well get over it so he can go back and die of embarrassment.
âUh, the first time I saw you was during the Star Level test. I thought you were very talented.â
Damn, when did Korean become so hard? Maybe it was the way your hands were holding his, can you feel how fast his pulse is racing? Okay Jay, you can do this, just speedrun it.
âAnd I really liked the song you performed, it really fit your voice. Your stage outfit was also very pr- very noticeable, it made you stand out. And I really wanted to get to know you more but we were in different groups all the time which really sucked and you donât know how many times I wished you chose Home so we could perform together or the Star Creators would put us both in Over me and I understand, youâre really perfect for the concepts of your songs and itâs crazy how much I like you, seriously so crazy.â
Pin-drop silence. Three things, in order, that Jay realises.
Speedrunning this might not have been the best idea.
Switching to English midway through the conversation is a skill that he didnât know he was capable of considering his level of Korean would definitely be more byelingual than actual, intelligent multilingual like Matthew.
He might have confessed his feelings to you. No actually, he did. Fuck, now would be a great time to get on the next plane and fly off to the States and cry to Beomhan for a month. Forget debuting, heâd settle for a nice normal life without the evil editing and the screen time robbing and the utter stress of eliminations.
But before Jay can actually bolt, you speak up.
âUh- uhmâŚâ You look so unsure that it freezes him there, seated in front of you, holding your hands like itâs his last lifeline.
âI really like you too.â
Everyone gasps and begins murmuring quietly.
âWait, my English is bad, what are they saying?â
âFinally, theyâve confessed, I knew it.â
âWait who confessed?â
âThat was like an American romance movie, wow.â
Then the clapping starts. Jay tears his eyes away from you for one second to look at Kamden in utter disbelief. His co-conspirators donât miss a beat.
âCongratulations, you finally did it! Thank fuck.â
âBe happy together, you two!â
And because Ricky apparently wasnât satisfied with the slander he had put himself through.
âNow kiss.â
Which turned into a chant because even the trainees who didnât speak English fluently knew what they were talking about. Someone even helpfully throws a blanket over Yujin to protect his eyes.
Jay turns back and finds you giggling. While it looks like embarrassment, now he could feel the way your fingers interlocked with his, your eyes flitting to his lips. The chanting becomes background noise as he leans in, pressing his lips against yours firmly.
Fireworks explode in the background as you pull away.
Everyone applauds with the occasional whistling, oohing as Jay tugs you to sit between his legs, Ricky graciously scooting over to make space.
Kamden claps him on the back and Matthew flashes both of you a thumbs up.
God, he loves hates these guys.
As the conversation settles back down and everyone decides to actually sleep, you sneak another kiss before cuddling up to his side.
Jay smiles. Maybe this is a movie.
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Fake Dating w piarles đđ
22. Fake Dating
Ferrari sits them both down on a Thursday and tells them the truth: the team is going to shit. Which--Pierre could've told them that in the first place, if he's being honest. It's not like they're not competing in the MotoGP sphere, but even on two wheels, Red Bull just seems so much god damn faster, and try as he might, he can't make up the ground he needs to for a championship with this bike. He loves Ferrari, he does, it's just...
It hasn't exactly been their year. Sitting beside him in the chair, Charles' body language tells him that it's the same in the F1 paddock too.
"We are bleeding money," Fred says flatly, "and we're going to break cost cap if we try anything on our engines." Which isnât exactly the most reassuring start of a conversation to be having with your boss. âSo we need to figure this out off the track.â
âWhat do you expect us to do,â Charles deadpans, unfurling a little in his seat. Pierre, admittedly, is a little shockedâhe doesnât really know Charles all that well, outside of the occasional PR events the whole Ferrari organization is required to attend, but from everything heâs heard, Charles Leclerc is a soft-spoken, mild-mannered driver who just turns the energy on out in the field. This is not soft-spoken at all. âWe are drivers, Fred, not cash cows.â Pierre bites his tongue. Charles is right, of course, but heâsâheâs not going to stick his foot in his mouth by actively agreeing with him right now.
Fred just levels him with a tired look. âI know that, Charles. And I am doing my best to get you a better carââ he turns to Pierre briefly, âand you a better bike,â then back to Charles, âbut in the meantime, we have to make due.â He sighs, then grabs one of the folders stacked neatly on his desk. âPublic Relations had an idea.â
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The idea is for them to date.
Not for real, of course, Fred had stressed the importance of that: itâs only in public, and they donât need to really do anything besides appear together close in public. âIt will drive the tabloids in Maranello crazy,â heâd said, âand it will hopefully give us some financial buffer between now and the end of the season.â Itâs definitely an out-there plan, but honestly, Pierre has been so frustrated with his racing season that heâll do anything to get himself a better, faster bike for next year.
Including this. Charles apparently feels the same, because thereâs no argument over the plan once itâs laid outâthey sign off on the paperwork from the PR department, listen to Fred make an endless slew of promises about swimming in champagne by next year, and then.
Well, and then they leave the building as boyfriends. Pierre doesnât think heâs had more than two conversations with Charles before this moment, so as they reach the front doors of Ferrariâs headquarters, he stops in his tracks. Charles, blessedly, notices. âWhat?â
âIâŚâ Pierre shakes his head. âAre we starting now?â The afternoon has gone overcast, clouds threatening rain all over the otherwise-warm summer afternoon.
Charles shrugs. âWhy not?â He gestures outside, to the surprisingly-empty square out front. âNo one is here, so we can at leastâŚpractice.â He hums. âSee what works.â It feels like too awkward of a conversation to get into right now, all things considered. Maybe Charles is right.
âMakes sense,â Pierre agrees after a slightly-too-long beat. âSo do youâŚ?â Heâs not sure what heâs asking, really, but he extends a hand to Charles anyway.
Charles, who nods slightly, then takes Pierreâs hand in his own. Heâs warm. His hands are soft. Pierre tries not to look into why he shivers when their fingers slowly interlock.
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The idea goes off the rails with six races left to go in the F1 calendar.
Pierre had expected it to happen sooner, if heâs being honestâbut not for this reason. When theyâd signed off on their PR forms and clauses, heâd had an inkling that he and Charles wouldnât mesh well, which would make the fake relationship that much harder to maintain in front of all the cameras surrounding them both on-track and off. The spotlight of Ferrari and all that. Itâs one thing to be friends with someone in your team, but itâs another thing entirely to pretend to date them, and Pierreâs no actor.
Yet here he is, standing in Charlesâ garage on the paddock with the Ferrari-branded headset and Charles-branded sweatshirt, and heâs finding that this whole pretend relationship thing is going off the rails because the moment Charles hops out of his car at the end of the practice session, he makes a beeline right for Pierre and all but crashes them into the back wall with the force of his kiss.
This whole thing is going off the rails because Pierre goes with it so easily itâs like breathing, not a second thought in sight. Charles is soaked in sweat, he can feel it seeping from his race suit into Pierreâs street clothes, and there are balaclava lines etched deep in his face, but Pierre doesnât care. He doesnât care, which means when he winds his arms around Charlesâ shoulders to urge him closer. Charles takes the hint easily. He surges forward with the next kiss, pressing Pierre so forcefully against the back wall of the garage that he thinks heâs going to have some marks of his own.
âDonât you have a debrief,â Pierre manages when they split for air, foreheads still leaned together. Charles huffs a laugh, shakes his head a little. Droplets of sweat cascade from his hair onto Pierreâs face.
âHad to see you first,â is the answer he gets, and Pierre canât swallow his reactive moan. Two weeks ago in Barcelona, Charles had said the same thing in Pierreâs driverâs room after MotoGPâs qualifying session before giving him the blowjob of his life behind closed doors.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck. âYeah,â he manages in reply after a beat, âbet you did.â
#hey uh. um. i. i might actually want to um. you know. write this. uh. hm#piarles#10 x 16#fic#romance prompt meme#ask reply#teamnick#AU tag
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Tickletober Day 5~ âIâm not ticklishâ
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LEE: Keith
LER: Lance ~â˘~â˘~â˘~â˘~â˘~â˘~â˘~â˘~â˘~â˘~â˘~â˘~â˘~ đWARNING~ THIS IS A SFW TICKLE FIC, NSFW DNI!!đ
âLAHAHAHANCE STAHAHAP IHIHIT!!!!â Pidge squealed, batting at her attackers hands. Lance was in a very playful mood today and he was on a mission to make all of his friends smile. Theyâd been up in space for a good few months at this point and weâre all much closer with one another than when they started. The biggest relationship development onboard the ship was between him and Keith, their resident emo as Lance like to call him. It was still new to them both but there was something between them that they couldnât ignore but neither had mentioned it just yet. Of course days like these definitely pushed them a bit further in their closeness.. as youâll see.
Soon enough Pidge got a good kick to Lanceâs stomach and escaped the clutches of the teams newly established tickle monster. He had already gotten Hunk this morning and Coran very briefly that afternoon but he decided he wasnât even going to try Allura because she might eject him off the ship. Shiro was busy working on something so heâd leave him be as well.
Only person left was Keith and lucky for Lance he had just entered the room. Lance wondered if he had witnessed his attack on poor Pidge. âDamn sheâs got some kick in her for someone so short huh?â Keith commented lightly chuckling to himself. âOr maybe youâre just extremely weak?â He was smirking as he spoke and Lance took this as his opportunity to see if perhaps his cru- friend was ticklish aswell. âYou better reign in the attitude Mullet or youâll be next~â A sly smile made its way to his face as he teased Keith. âWell sucks for you because Iâm not ticklish.â He said it so confidently that Lance almost believed him, but he knew Keith too well now to miss the signs of slight panic in his eyes. âHmm I think youâre lying Keith.â He leaned forward from his chair towards Keith who had sat in front of him on the ground for some reason??
âI promise you Iâm definitely not!!â He was getting defensive and Lance could tell. He was going to have some fun with this..
âAlright, well if youâre ânot ticklishâ then I guess you wonât mind if I do this?â He had moved from the chair to reach his new target. He experimented by prodding Keiths sides, but he kept a straight face. Lance walked his fingers up his ribs and began pinching lightly and Keith looked as if he was close to breaking but the boy was stubborn. It was going to take a little more than this to get him laughing Lance thought.
He didnât have to search too far because Keith made the dumb decision of practically marking out his worst spot. His arms had automatically hugged around his stomach protecting it from Lance.
âOkay Keith last chance to admit that youâre actually ticklish or else Iâm gonna have to do this the hard way..â Lance was really enjoying this, whilst he spoke he grabbed both of his FRIENDS hands and pinned them either side of his head. âLance really, this is dumb, I mean câmon i havenât laughed yet so youâre obviously wasting your time here.â Keith seemed.. nervous as he spoke. âWell there goes your last chance pretty boy, remember you asked for this.â Lance internally cringed at the nickname but soon forgot about it as he was too preoccupied trying to make Keith laugh. He started by scribbling his fingers over the taught muscles of Keithâs midsection and he could now see him visibly struggling to hold in his laughter. It wasnât until Lance reached his lower stomach that Keith finally cracked. âAha I found it!!â Lance cried out with excitement. âLAHAHANCE NOHOHO THIHIHIS ISNT FAHAHAIR!!!â Keith began to twist and buck his torso in attempt to get away from Lanceâs very tickly fingers. That was a big mistake because not only was he no further away from his attacker but his stupid shirt had ridden up exposing him even more.
Lance didnât waste a second and absolutely took advantage of the vulnerable area. He spidered his fingers all along Keithâs waistline relishing in his loud cackles. It was nice to see the usually brooding teen so carefree for once and god his laugh was just amazing. Lance could listen to it forever, but he didnât put Keith through more than maybe seven minutes of torture. âNot ticklish you said?? Well I think I proved that wrong donât you Keith?â Lance smiled down at him noticing how content he looked. Lance would give anything to stay in this moment all day. A tiny blush spread across Keithâs cheeks as he smiled shyly up at Lance. His arms were still pinned but neither of them seemed to notice. Then Keith did something he never thought he would..
He leaned up and slowly placed his lips against Lanceâs. He quickly pulled away for fear of rejection but Lance immediately let go of his arms and pulled him back into their first kiss. It didnât last long but to them it was the most perfect kiss either had ever had. Lance smirked his signature smile and spoke up. âWho knew you lying about being ticklish wouldâve made this happen..â
âOh shut up you dork.â Keith chuckled and wrapped his arms around Lance. Thatâs how Hunk walked in on the two cuddled up on the ground asleep an hour later. He couldnât have been happier for them.. and himself because Pidge owes him ten bucks.
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Made to Order - 3
More of Xaden pining and being down bad for Violet. đ
Previous Chapter (AO3)
. o O o .
For over a week, I hear nothing from Violet Sorrengail.
Itâs not uncommon, I keep telling myself. Not unusual for customers to focus on some parts of their planning and to all but forget about others. Sheâll get back in contact. Or she wonât in case she called the whole wedding off. Which I hope happened for reasons Iâm not willing to think about too long. But also, I hope thatâs not what happened. I was somewhat looking forward to this orderâbecause of the unlimited budget, mainly. No other reason involved.
And Iâm definitely putting too much thought into an order that never got officially placed.
Itâs not just the order, though, I think to myself as Iâm stacking cake layers for a cake thatâs due in two days, my thoughts wandering idly. If I lose it, then thereâs no harm done, there are enough other orders to make ends meet. Itâs about her. Or rather, about my sanity.
Is it possible that I just made her up? Liam keeps telling me Iâm working too much. And I admit, Iâve been busier lately than usual. Wedding season and a growing reputation can do that. Maybe she was just a mirage, something my mind conjured up to make me take a break. The paper she wrote that number on must have landed in the bin at some point so all I have from her is a name and a phone number. And sheâs not responding to my messages.
Later that night, I sit in the sitting area in the front of the shop, the entrance door long closed and lights turned off, and stare at where she sat. Where I think she sat. I remember it. And yet, it feels surreal somehow. As if she was too pretty to be real. Also, who has hair like that?
Sighing, I pull out my phone and open the chat with her number. I left her a greeting message, letting her know itâs me, followed by the list of additional information I need. There are two grey checkmarks behind those messages, the sign that they reach their destinationâbut that she hasnât read them yet. Or she has turned off the read receipts. Both is possible. Or the number is a dead end. Just something I made up.
Gnawing on my lip, I keep staring at the screen. Should I message her again? Ask whether the order still stands? Whether sheâs all right? Should I call her?
The checkmarks stay grey, just like they did all week.
Noises echo toward me from the bakery in the back room, and I turn my head just in time to see Liam poking his head through the door.
âAh, here youâre hiding.â He walks over to me, a frown on his face. âIs something up?â
âNo, everythingâs fine,â I say, placing the phone face-down onto the table. Getting worked up about this is ridiculous anyway. âHow was school?â
Liam snorts at the obvious change of topic. He really knows me too well. âLike every other day, Iâd say. Todayâs topic was âappleâ. We had to depict one in as many different ways as possible. Is there a reason youâre sitting out here in the dark?â
Right back to it then.
I glance at my phone again but shake my head. âNo, itâs nothing,â I sigh. âWhatâs for dinner?â
He snorts again. Guess weâre on to a theme for tonight. âItâs Thursday. What do you think?â
Right. Pizza day.
âOkay. Go ahead and clean up, Iâll be there in a minute.â
Liam lets out an audible breath and shakes his head. âWhatever.â He leaves, and when I hear him walking up the stairs to our shared apartment, I stand up as well.
I should forget about all this, about her. I have enough to do without constantly thinking about some woman that might not even be real.
I grab my phone and turn to follow Liam when something on the screen catches my attention.
The checkmarks turned blue and beneath them, the bubble with the little dots tells me sheâs typing.
. o O o .
So, sheâs real after all.
Itâs the only thought I allow myself as she stands in the middle of my shop, dropping puddles of rain water onto the floor. Nothing about how beautiful she looks with her face all flushed or how her hair is clinging to her damp neck and forehead. Iâm just glad her coat kept her clothes mostly dry, because I donât know what Iâd have done if her blouse was clinging to her skin in a similar fashion.
âAh, thank you so much,â she says as I hand her a towel for her hair. âAnd sorry for the inconvenience. The weather report said it would rain today, but I didnât expectâŚthis.â She waves toward the window where the world outside is seemingly coming to an end right now.
âYouâre welcome,â I murmur, fighting not to stare at her. After this last week of tryingâand failingâto not think about her all the time, having her here again is even more distracting than it was the last time. âIs this enough? Or do you need something else?â
She sits down in the same space she occupied the last time, then throws me a self-conscious look. âSomething warm to drink, maybe? Itâs become pretty cold all of sudden.â
That makes sense, why didnât I think of that? âSure, no problem. A coffee? OrâŚâ I hesitate only for a moment then add without thinking, âA hot chocolate, maybe?â
What am I doing?
Her face lights up, and I feel like I canât breathe. âOh, a hot chocolate would be fantastic. Just perfect for this weather.â She chuckles, throwing another look outside the windowâand I fucking flee.
âJust a minute,â I mutter over my shoulder as I walk past the coffee machine and into the bakery. What am I doing here? Offering a customer coffee or tea is one thing. Normal procedure. Just polite. Thatâs why the coffee machine is there, after all.
A hot chocolate, though? Prepared from scratch from the milk and cream and baking cocoa and vanilla-scented sugar I use for the cakes? Not normal!
And the worst thing is that I know exactly why I offered it anyway. Because Iâm a fool, a fucking idiot.
Sheâs getting married, for fuckâs sake.
On my way back to the front room, I grab my work notepad as well and keep my thoughts on work topics, even after placing the two mugs of hot chocolate onto the table between us. She thanks me again, and I try very hard to focus on the sound of the rain drumming against the windows and the wind howling around the building. Hoping they might drown out her little moan after taking a first sip.
âMmmhh, thatâs so good. And just what I needed.â
I will not let my thoughts run riot.
âYouâre welcome.â I sit down opposite of her, open her order form, and wait. She was the one asking for this meeting, after all. Having to wait two days so I could finish another order before squeezing her in was plain torture, but itâs probably better this way. I shouldnât jump at every opportunity to see her.
Her eyes fall onto my notepad as well, and she sits up straighter from where she was visibly enjoying my hot chocolate. âUh, right. Yeah, the cake. But beforeâŚâ She lets out a small sigh, her shoulders dropping. âI want to apologise for not responding sooner. This last week wasâŚâ She trails off, her gaze growing somewhat vacant. After a few seconds, she sucks in a harsh breath, as if sucking back life into her body. âWell, it was a mess. There was so much, time just flying by. I hardly noticed how much time passed, actually.â
âNothing too bad happened, I hope?â I ask before thinking twice about it. Asking such a follow-up question isnât weird, is it? Just part of a normal conversation. Not me trying to learn more about her life.
âYeah, everythingâs fine again.â Her gaze is still unfocused when she replies. âI just had to⌠Itâs okay.â She visibly shakes herself out of her thoughts and lets out a weak chuckle. âSo, yeah. Iâm sorry if I caused you any inconvenience.â
I shake my head, a reflexive smile on my lips that probably doesnât reach my eyes. âItâs all right, donât worry about it. I was wondering but all in all had too much to do anyway. But we should decide on a design soon, so we can get to work with the decoration. If your order still stands?â I raise my eyebrows at her, hoping she doesnât detect the lie in my voice. She really doesnât need to know how much her silence affected me.
Violet snorts, her lips twitching into a half-smile. âOh, yeah, it still stands. And yeah, I talked to Dain, and⌠well, aside from a few key points, he gave me free rein. So we can pin things down for you to get started.â
âPerfect,â I say and open another section within her order form, actively having to keep myself from rolling my eyes. If this Dain isnât interested in coming here to plan their cake together, then leaving the decision to her alone as well is the least fucking thing he had to do. âThen shoot. Whatâs the cake supposed to look like?â
âWell, I told him about your suggestion to make this cake with multiple layers but only have the top one be real cake, and he liked it a lot.â
I nod, forcing my expression to stay neutral. No surprise there. I bet he picked five layers. Not three, thatâs too common, but seven would seem too pretentious, if I got the right impression.
âSo, it should look like five layers in total andâis everything okay?â
I nod and hold up a hand, making a show of clearing my throat with a sip from my mug. Coughing was the only way to cover up the laughter bubbling up in my throat. Some kinds of people are just so predictable, even if I never met them in person before.
âYeah, everythingâs fine. So a stand of four layers with one layer of cake on top.â I put the note into the form, just to give my hands and eyes something to do. âDo you already have ideas for the filling?â
At that, Violet grimaces. âNot really. Dainâs still trying to get a comprehensive list of everyoneâs taste and allergies and preferences. Is that a problem?â
âNo, not a problem.â I shake my head, making another mental note against this Dain. The wedding cake should be for the wedding couple. Being mindful of other peopleâs allergies is commendable, but⌠As Violet mentioned the last time, they would have enough other desserts to choose from. Trying to make other people happy by inquiring after their tastesâwell, it fits in with the whole âmore appearance than realityâ theme of this cake, I guess.
But I should stir myself away from those thoughts and back into professional territory. I gain nothing by convincing myself that her future husband is an ass.
âI wonât be preparing the filling and cake until a couple of days before the wedding, so thereâs enough time. What we should decide on as soon as possible though is the design. Most importantly as it would take the longest, do you want figurines as topper? My coworker is pretty skilled at making individual ones that resemble the bride and groom, and any pose youâd want, too.â
At that, she smirks. âAny pose, eh?â
My lips twitch into the first true smile since she arrived today, honest and natural and, despite the topic, without second thoughts. âWell, if thatâs the theme for your wedding party, Iâm sure Liam can create something⌠satisfying?â
Violet laughs. True eyes-closed-shoulders-shaking-silly-noises laughter that makes all and any thoughts about professionalism evaporate in an instant. Zihnal, help me, I want to hear her laugh like this again. Forever.
âI donât think that would be a good idea,â she says, still giggling. âUnless we want a few people to drop dead from the shock.â
Her eyes sparkle as if that thought isnât entirely unpleasant to her, but her wordsâthe reminderâhave the opposite effect on me. Gods, that comment was entirely uncalled-for. I canâtâmustnâtâflirt with her, dammit. Itâs already messed up enough as it is.
âBut no,â she continues, thankfully unaware of my inner conflict. âI think such figurines on top might come across as⌠too cheesy for this setting. So, I was thinkingâŚâ She looks around and then points at a decorative cake standing in the window left of the entrance door. âSomething like this. With lots of flowers⌠flowing down the side?â
âA flower cascade.â I nod. How unsurprising. âThatâs what I would have suggested based on what you said, too. Classically elegant yet still impressive and beautiful. And we can at any point adjust how large you want it to be, whether you just want it on one side or actually âflowingâ a bit.â
I add the information to the file. Itâs not a bad choice. I like flower cascades. But it also fits in perfectly with the clichĂŠ in my head.
âAnd what colours do you want? Did you already order a bridal bouquet or flower arrangements, something we can use as a guide?â
âAh, yes.â Violet reaches for her purse and, after only a short moment of searching, pulls out a piece of paper. âThis is the colour palette for everything, the flowers, the dresses of the bridesmaids, general decoration. The cake should fit in there. Although, as itâs the special eye catcher, it may come with one alternating colour as highlight, if that makes sense?â
With raised eyebrows, I look at the palette. If I was to marry a woman named after a colour and then have a wedding with a designated signature colour⌠shouldnât those two colours match? Shouldnât the colour for this wedding be purple and not⌠orange?
âSure, we can do that,â I murmur without paying too much attention, my mind still stuck on this strange choice. âPick up the various shades from the palette and colour the paste accordingly. The best colour to work as highlight with orange would be a rich blue or purple then.â
âYouâre the one with experience there, but that sounds good to me,â she says with a light smile in her voice
I was just thinking out loud, but then realise purple would be perfect indeed. Maybe this colour was another thing picked for appearance, so bringing her back in as the highlight feels almost mandatory.
âAll right.â I glance at my watch. Itâs already pretty late, and my day has been long enough. Even though I donât really want her to leave. âThereâs one last question we should talk about now, and that is which kind of flowers do you want. Violets?â I feel like thatâs a given, but I still have to ask.
However, to my surprise, Violet just laughs again, a bit more forced this time. âThat would be cute, wouldnât it?â She smiles, a bit wistfully, as she gazes at her engagement ring. âBut I think something more elegant would be better. Roses, certainly. I think⌠this cascade, it should be completely overflowing, lots of big flowers but countless smaller ones around them so you can barely make out where one ends and the next begins. You know what I mean?â
Slowly, I nod. âYeah, I do.â I see it in my mind, this wedding cake. Certainly more appearance than content. Itâll be big and impressive and proudly boastful in elegant subtle ways. And completely not her.
It makes me sad to think about. She deserves so much more than this. She deserves a wedding that is about her and not a social statement. She deserves better.
But itâs not my place to decide for her.
âRight.â I add the last note to the form, then shut down the notepad. âThat would be all for now then. Iâll let you know when we have a few first flowers ready. Then you could come here again to inspect them and decide which ones exactly you want?â
Violet stands up and nods. âSounds good to me. And Iâll send the list for fillings and allergies your way as soon as I have it.â
âPerfect.â
Iâm about to open the front door for her again, when I realise itâs still raining. Sitting here and talking with her just now was so easy and comfortable that I didnât even notice the weather raging against the windows anymore, but if anything, it only got worse over the past half hour.
âUhm, should I maybe call you a taxi?â I ask as we both stare at the deluge running down the glass front door alone.
âYeah, I think that would be more sensible than walking home.â She lets out a short, almost desperate little laugh then turns toward me. âIâm really sorry for all this trouble.â She throws me an apologetic smile andâ
My brain circuits. Fuck, I want to kiss her. Those sweet lips, so pretty when she smiles. I want to taste them, want to feel their softness, want toâ
I turn away from her, the only way to save myself from a horrible mistake. âItâs no issue at all,â I mutter, trying to get grounded again. But without the direct work context between us anymore, itâs difficult.
I use the phone in the hallway to call a taxi, partially to make it more official so one actually comes here in this weather, but also to get away from her for a moment. I need to get a grip on my emotions or the last minutes of her visit might turn into a disaster.
When I return to the front room a couple of minutes later, I feelâno, not calmer, not around her, but a little bit more in control of myself again. Sheâs a customer, I repeat in my head. And sheâs getting married. This is nothing but stupid daydreaming, and I have no time for that.
âThe taxi should be here in a few minutes,â I announce as I reenter the front room.
âOkay. Thanks again.â She picks up our empty mugs and carries them to the counter.
I blink, freezing in place. Itâs really no big deal, or it shouldn't be. But the sense of domesticity in that simple gesture is still enough to throw me off. So much for my control. âYou donât have to do that,â I murmur, pointlessly as itâs already done.
âNonsense,â she replies, her voice ridiculously unperturbed in contrast to the turmoil within me. âHelping you clean up as we wait is the least I can do with how much youâre helping me.â
She hands me the empty mug and glass, and as I take them, my fingers brush along hers. And time seems to just fucking stop.
Her touch, this tiny unexpected contact, feels like a shock. Like lightning sizzling along our skin and up my arm. I canât stop staring at where her skin touches mine, my pinky finger moving without my help to brush along hers. When I can tear my eyes away, itâs only for them to land on her gorgeous hair instead, hanging in messy damp strands over her shoulder. Even dulled by the rain, they look like metal, like the edges of countless daggers, shimmering in the dim light in here. Swallowing, my gaze wanders up further, back to her lips, so pretty and inviting, and some distant part of my brain is glad thereâs the counter between us, saving me. And then my eyes meet hers, wide with surprise, see the realisation in them. See the light dusting of pink on her cheeks, too.
Fuck!
âIâm sorry.â I pull my hands back, having just enough control to hold on to the mugs, and turn away from her. What am I doing?
I canât look at her again, canât meet her eyes, canât even be where she is now. So instead of placing the mugs into the sink here, I carry them back again. But I know that no matter how much distance I put between us right now, it wonât be enough to make that awkward slip-up just now undone.
Sheâs standing by the door when I finally join her again, gazing out into the stormy night. Not turning to look at me, for which Iâm grateful. I should say something, though. Set this right. I donât want her to get the wrong impression, that Iâm some creep lusting after my customers. Even though I donât even know how true that is when it comes to her.
Before I can say even one word, however, she beats me to it. âThere. The taxi arrived.â
I follow her gaze, and there it is indeed, waiting right in front of the shop. With the driver making no attempt to leave his car and hold the door open for her or anything.
âWait,â I call as sheâs about to open the door and leave. I reach for the umbrella beneath the counter and walk over to her. I do this for every customer, I remind myself. Thatâs why the umbrella is there, after all. A stupid part of me still welcomes the excuse to get close to her again, though. I open the door and hold the umbrella out for her to step beneath. âOkay, now.â
Violet makes a small noise, barely audible against the thrumming rain, but doesnât hesitate as I lead her outside and to the waiting taxi. She doesnât turn as she climbs inside, nor does she say anything. Itâs only after the door closes behind her, when the umbrella keeps the window clear for a moment that our eyes meet again, hers wide and with an unreadable expression in them. It lasts only for a second before they drive away into the night.
. o O o .
A few minutes later, Iâm back in the bakery, preparing yet another mug of hot chocolate. I just need this now.
As the milk heats up, I take a few dearly needed minutes to calm down. As best I can, at least. I really need to get a grip on my emotions.
Yes, sheâs beautiful. Gorgeous, even. And even though I donât know much about her, I can already tell I like her humour and wits, too. And yeah, if Iâd met her anywhere else, I totally would have asked her out without hesitation.
But I didnât meet her anywhere else.
And no amount of daydreaming will change that.
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