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sande5098 · 1 year ago

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Finally a place to call home

Ava/Connor fic??

Relationship: Connor Rhodes x Ava Bekker

Warnings: swearing, injury

Word count: 1.6k words

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Cwtch - A welsh word meaning more than a hug or a cuddle. When you give someone a cwtch you give them a safe place.

Ava couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the air leaving her lungs let the heavy weight of stress fall from her. Between work and having to pack up her apartment and finding a new place to live was beginning to get too stressful for her liking. Coming home to a house filled with boxes only seemed to make her feel like she was back at work. She sucked in a breath and ran her hands through her hair, an action that she felt she'd done a lot over the past few weeks.

At least tomorrow she had the day off. Maybe she could do some apartment viewing... Ava shook her head, she couldn't even rest when she came home now. She pushed herself off of the sofa and walked towards the kitchen to make herself a mug of coffee. boiling the kettle was the early part, she could feel her legs shaking from beneath her, struggling to hold her weight. God, she really needed to lay down and sleep.

Once the kettle had finished boiling she lifted the heavy weighted item and it shook as she tried to pour herself a mug of coffee. "Fuck!" she whispered, "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." Ava practically dropped the kettle on the counter as she rushed to the sink to turn the cold water tap on. The scald burned and sizzled under the cold water and she sucked wind through her teeth. She was way too tired for this, she just needed her bed, screw dinner and screw coffee. She found herself getting lost in her own thoughts as she held her hand under the water before a knock at the door shook her out of her thoughts. That was when she remembered her off the cuff night in with Connor that they'd organised earlier that day when Ava still felt up for human company and completely forgot about the mess of her apartment.

Hyping herself up as she turned off the tap and gently dried her tender wound with a rough towel which she internally winced at as she turned the door knob. Connors smiling face at the other end of the door holding up takeaway bags made her forget all her worries for that moment. So much so that she nearly cried with absolute joy when she saw the man she loved, Connor's eyebrows furrowed and Ava realised she hadn't let him in, smiling sheepishly she stood out of his way and he walked into the apartment. "Hey, are you going somewhere?" Connor asked as he looked around at all of the boxes sitting in no particular order all over the room. Ava nodded from the kitchen where she had went to put the towel back, her hand still burning, looking down at it, it was still a bright red raw colour with small bumps forming which she internally cringed at. "Uhh yeah, my landlord's increased the lease and I just can't afford it anymore so I'm moving out in the next three weeks." she called from the kitchen as she went to grab forks, only to realise that she had already packet them away, "For gods sakes," she muttered angrily as she now had to go searching through a tonne of boxes that she really didn't want to do. "Have you found a new place yet?" Connor asked, he could hear the tension in her voice.

“Uhh not yet, I’m planning on going to view a few places tomorrow.” Ava said, distracted by the pain of the burn brushing up against stuff in the moving boxes. In the end she resorted to just looking with one hand. She found them fairly quickly after that and held them to the burn which sent a chill throughout her body, Ava met Connor with a quick kiss "What did you bring tonight?" Connor smiled as he pressed another kiss to her lips, soft and sweet, "mhm Chinese, your favourite." Ava couldn't help but get excited at the prospect at getting to eat chicken chow mein takeaway and could feel her mouth watering at the prospect, "Let's have it before it gets cold?" she giggled and Connor nodded before they sat down together. "American housewife?" Connor laughed, "you know it." Ava found herself getting lost in the comfort of a relaxing night in with her boyfriend. They'd been together for almost 6 months and it was all perfect, although Ava didn't know if this was because they were in the honeymoon stage of dating or if this was going to be an all time thing.

Connor had finished his Chinese, chicken satay and went to hold Ava's hand, she pulled it away quickly. "sorry, scalded it earlier. It's still a little tender." Connor's face grew in concern, he turned to Ava, ignoring the show. "Let me see it love." "Connor..." "Avey." His voice was serious and Ava begrudgingly gave in and huffed out a breath just turning her attention to the program that just happened to go on a break right at the worst moment, now she had to pay attention to Connor.

"Avey, this is a second degree scald, what happened?" Connor said, quickly rising from the sofa to grab the first aid kit, "Connor, I don't need you fussing over me." Ava said, although her tone was verging on whining. "Ava, Its a second degree burn, Its weeping and badly blistered. You're glad I'm not making you go to hospital." Connor lightly scolded, Ava just rolled her eyes. "If you're looking for the cling film (Plastic wrap), It's in the top cupboard on the left."

Connor returned to Ava on the sofa and began to gently wrap her hand, "Ava, what's going on? You know how important it is to wrap a burn of any type." Ava looked up to meet Connors stone blue eyes and could feel herself spilling all that was bothering her. Her asshole of a landlord, not having a place to go to, she felt the annoying urge of tears coming to her eyes and she hurried to brush them away. "Ava, you can talk to me about anything you know? I'm not going to judge you." Connor moved his hand to her shoulder and she ducked her head. Connor didn't need to see her cry, "talk to me love, what's going on?"

"I.. I just don't know what to do anymore. My landlords raised my rent so much so that I can't afford it and now I have to find a new place to live in 3 weeks." Ava felt the oxygen escape her lungs and she couldn't get it back no matter how much she tried, "I'm not used to being unprepared, I, I don't know what I'm doing anymore." Connor pulled Ava to him gently as she sobbed, just holding her. It hurt him to see his girl under so much stress and her not turning to him hurt too. She knew that she could rely on him so why didn't she? He knew that Ava was strong, the strongest woman which he had ever met, aside from his mom, but even then, did he really know her. Connor planted a soft kiss onto of her head, "You know that we'll work something out, we always do. Together." Ava unburied herself from Connors torso, eyes red and puffy, she gave him a shaky, weak smile. "Together?" she whispered, "together. Forever and always." Ava grinned at Connor and hugged him as tight as she could. "I love you Connor Rhodes." Connor smiled down at his girl, beautiful in all ways, "and I love you too Ava Bekker."

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It was Connor who woke up first the next morning. Somehow, Ava and he must've fell asleep on the sofa last night, although he couldn’t say he was disappointed. Ava was cuddled up beside him, her hair messy and covering her features. He smiled wistfully, wishing that this moment could last forever. He turned his attention to the tv which had made its way onto standby sometime in the middle of the night. Connor yawned and used his free hand which he didn’t have wrapped around Ava to push her hair behind her ears, she looked so peaceful like she had no worries in the world, although he knew differently.

Not wanting to wake her, he lay still gently playing with strands of her hair. That was what Ava woke up to, her boyfriend playing with her hair, plaiting it. “Connor..” her voice was groggy, still filled with sleep as she spoke his name. “Good morning to you too Ava,” Connor replied, stretching as Ava lifted herself off of him.

“I was thinking-” Connor started before Ava cut him off, “uhoh that’s a dangerous pastime Connor” She smiled. Connor just looked at her and Ava rolled her eyes, “alright I’ll keep the cometary at bay for now.” “Thank you” Connor replied holding his nose up in the air “as I was saying before I was RUDELY interrupted…” Ava gently hit Connor on the shoulder, who rubbed it, acting as if it was the worst pain in the world. Clearing his throat, he continued. “If you, Ava Bekker, wanted to move in with me?”

Ava was too stunned to speak, instead she just stared at Connor dumbly, lips parted open in pure shock. “You want me to move in with you?” She clarified, wanting to make sure she wasn’t hearing things. Connor just smiled at her, “yeah that’s the general idea.” Connor got worried when Ava didn’t answer straight away but when she smiled and said yes, jumping into his arms and kissing him furiously he knew that she was the one for him. He was glad she was moving in with him, they could finally make their house into a home.

#submission #connor rhodes x ava bekker #ava bekker #connor rhodes #chicago med fanfiction #chicago med #sande5098 #one shot #one chicago

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sakura-otome · 10 months ago

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Alright, since Utakata no Uchronia is finally being released and I'm gonna be picking up my reservation at Stella Worth tomorrow, let's go through the main and also side characters and talk about which ones I would totally smash

For those of you who don't know Broccoli, the company that produced Jack Jeanne, has come out with a new otome game as of 4/11.

The writing team is basically the exact same team as the one that worked on Piofiore, including the artist RiRi

I'm genuinely so hype for this game. I never ever ever reserve the special edition for a game, but I'm confident this will be a masterpiece like Piofiore. The character designs are all great, the voice actors are top notch A-listers, and they even used live 2D to animate all the sprites! Which has never been done in an otome game before.

This game also has a free trial, which let's you play through the common route, so I definitely encourage anyone who's interested and able to read Japanese to go ahead and play it.

Anyways, let's get to the main cast!

Okay first and foremost, our lovely protagonist ~ ❤️❤️

Her default name is Hinagiku, which is so darn cute!

I don't play games if I don't like the MC's design, but she passes with flying colors. I love white hair, her outfit is fantastic, and I don't find her personality grating. She's actually quite fun!

1000% SMASH

Next is Yashiro

VA: Kobayashi Chiaki

He's clearly the main hero. Putting aside plot stuff and other predictions, his big thing is being quite mysterious. Though he's very friendly, due to his amnesia at the story, we know basically nothing about him. From what I could glean from the info on the site and character PVs, I'm definitely sensing self hatred and angst, and also he's much bolder than I would have expected!

SMASH

Next is Tobari

VA: Okamoto Nobuhiko

So far, he's the one I'm most looking forward to. He's the face of the red light district, and is very dependable despite his age. I really adore the deep kindness that seems to underly his tough exterior, and the voice samples give me the picture of a someone who won't reach out to the MC because of his role, and what it would do to her if he were to take that chance. It doesn't matter if she wants it, it would lead to her unhappiness —

Listen I could go on. But to summarize.

Here's the thing about me. I'm always craving a specific kind of angst. I love when one party rejects the other, not because the feelings aren't mutual, but because they have to choose to live by their principles in some way. And I feel that Tobari is the most likely to scratch this itch.

1 MILLION PERCENT SMASH

Next up is Awayuki

VA: Saito Soma

He is basically the MC's personal butler/guardian. They've been by each other's sides since they were children, and he was one of the few that remained after the fire that destroyed her home and killed her parents when she was 8.

I certainly don't dislike this dynamic, but it's not necessarily my biggest thing. The notes said that the theme for his route was "attachment" or "obsession", from the both if them, which is intriguing to me because MC doesn't seem intense to me in that way, but we'll have to see!

SMASH

Next is Yori

VA: Eguchi Takuya

He's an officer in the militia Kurozuru, and is outright stated in his bio to have quite the nasty personality.

Tbh he pisses me off too much for me to make a fair assessment of him. He's perfectly physically attractive but I cant get past the urge to strangle him Homer Simpson style.

I'm looking forward to his route only insofar as I hope he gets put in his goddamn place.

PASS

Next up, Tsuyukusa

VA: Matsuoka Yoshitsugu

He's a skilled craftsman and a childhood friend to the MC.

He has the biggest, fattest, most obvious crush on the MC right out the gate, and it's honestly the cutest thing ever.

I'm honestly shocked this girl hasn't noticed, he barely hides it. Bitch is cute but hella dense.i honestly feel bad for him at this point.

He's really giving me cat energy. Real meow meow catboy energy if you will. Anyway

SMASH

Moving onto side characters! Woo!

Tsuwabuki

VA: Azakami Yōhei

So apparently he's Yori's older brother who also works in Kurozuru. From what I've seen of this guy, he's genuinely one of the nicest people ever, and I cannot believe he is related to Tori in any capacity. A mystery how he turned out so well-adjusted while Yori is an unapologetic dickhead. Would love to see a side story with him.

SMASH

This is Aijiro

VA: Toya Kikunosuke

Works for Yori. Hates his boss but is one of the few actually capable of working with him. Personally, not my type, design or personality wise.

PASS

Next up, Karatachi

VA: Fukuyama Jun

The head of Kurozuro. Is known to be quite eccentric and difficult to work with.

Listen, out of everyone in this game, he's the one I would personally jump in an alley. OBSESSED.

SMASH SMASH SMASH SMA–

Moving on, Shioji

VA: Yoshimura Kazuhiro

He's Tobari's right hand man, and also sort of "older brother". He's friendly and charming but I'm not particularly struck by him or his design.

PASS

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toraleistripe · 1 year ago

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So y'all wanna hear about a dumb thing I did to one of my dolls as a kid? 😅

Okay, so I recently found one of my Bratz dolls when I was going through some stuff that's been packed away in my garage for years. And this is a doll I've had since I was a kid, she's a first edition and everything. I remember being so excited when I first saw her, but she came in a two pack with her sister. I'm talking about the legends themselves, Roxxi and Phoebe.

I can recall the hype I felt for Roxxi like it was yesterday, oh MAN was I ever excited about that girl. But like I said, she came in a two pack with her twin sister, Phoebe. And I certainly don't hate Phoebe, but I didn't really care for her much back in the day, I only wanted Roxxi. I ended up getting the two pack, I don't think it was for my birthday or Christmas or anything like that, I think my mom just got them for me because I asked. And I ended up giving Phoebe to a girl I was friends with at the time since I didn't really want her that much in the first place.

And at some point over the years, Roxxi ended up in my garage, packed away with a bunch of my other childhood stuff. She was such a mess, I felt really bad when I saw her. She's not in horrible condition, but her hair was a mess and she has a few smudges on her face that I haven't tried too hard to remove yet because I'm kinda nervous, I don't want to accidentally damage her face paint somehow, so I'm not sure how I'll go about fixing her as far as that goes.

But anyway, her hair was a mess and felt kinda dry, so I decided to take her clothes off and wash her today. Well she didn't have her pants, I'm not sure where they're at, but she wasn't wearing them when I found her. She was only wearing her shoes, shirt, and jacket. And as soon as I saw her without her pants, I had a flashback to something I'd done to her when I was a kid, something I'd completely forgotten about until I recently found her.

Are y'all ready for this...

I painted, yes, PAINTED a swimsuit on her.

WITH NAIL POLISH 😅

YEAH, I SURE WAS A DUMBASS KID, LEMME TELL YA FKJGKDJKSJD

I vividly remember one of my friends painting a swimsuit on at least one of her dolls and for whatever reason I thought that was a GREAT idea, so I decided to do it too. And for whatever fucking reason, I decided to do it to Roxxi in particular.

So today, when I was cleaning her up, I was so frustrated with my younger self for doing that to her. I managed to get all of the top off (yeah, I painted a BIKINI on her, so she had nail polish slathered all over her in two different areas), but the bottoms were a lot tougher to get off, I managed to get most of the nail polish off her lower area, but there's still some there and IDK if it'll ever fully come off.

I also washed her hair with some Dawn dish soap, so hopefully that will help her hair look and feel better. She's drying right now, so I won't be messing with her again until tomorrow. But man oh man do I regret painting a fucking bikini on her. Roxxi, hon, I am so sorry I did you dirty like that 😭

I'll probably post some pics of her once she's dry, unless I end up having to wash her some more.

So in conclusion, here's a word of advice, do NOT paint swimsuits on your dolls, you more than likely WILL regret it when you're older and will end up looking back and cursing your younger self for doing something so dumb.

#Bratz #Bratz Roxxi #Roxxi Bratz #my dolls

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wattpadscapcons · 3 years ago

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alright since my brain is going weird again, can i request real world s/o with hops this time? baby boi needs some love. also it's hops that goes into the real world this time.

forgive my mess of an idea 💀💃 - nosey anon

Ah yes...smol child that has childhood trauma of living in his older brother's shadow.....LOVELY! Poor boy need some tlc.

Tossed Into Another World! (Hop x Reader)

- You knew that damn dating dlc was a bad idea....

- What you didn't expect was to be woken up in the middle of the night by Hop, the Galar region's Pokémon professor, and your "boyfriend" from the Pokémon dating dlc

- "Y/N?" "WHAT THE-" "Calm down it's just me." "I know it's you! Wtf are you doing here?!" "To be honest...I'm not sure where here is..." "Hop, we need to talk about a few things first. Sadly I'm too tired, seeing as you seemed to appear at 3 am in the morning. Just get into bed, and get some sleep. I'll tell you everything tomorrow."

- Let's just say, that talk did not go so well...he ended up crying

- "Everything I've done up this point wasn't even real...." "Hop please don't be upset, it also means that Leon's accomplishments weren't real either, so you don't have to stand in his shadow at all." "AH I FORGOT ABOUT MY BROTHER! He must be so worried about me right now...." "I'm sure he'll make it without you until we can get you back into the game." "Back into the game? I finally become real and you want to get rid of me already?!" "No no no! I just thought you'd want to go home!"

"But if I go back I can't be with you..." "True." "Unless you come back with me?" "Hop, I have a life here. As much as I would love to join the world of Pokémon, people here depend on me." "Then...let's just bring the world of Pokémon to the real world!" "Hop...you have no idea just how much chaos that would create." "Huh?" "I'm too afraid of the Pokémon being hunted for sport, and you and the others being locked up in some mental hospital somewhere." ".....Your world is harsh Y/N." "Tell me about it..."

- You had to teach Hop a crash course on all the things he'd need to know while waiting for some kind of solution to present itself

- "I had no idea you had so much work to do...How did you even find the time to talk to me and go on virtual dates?" "I'd stay up to 2am talking to you Hop. You gave me that kind of comfort I needed to get up the next day." "Y/N....Come here."

- This boy is a hugger, the type that doesn't want to let go, have fun carrying him around

- "I'm glad you don't weight that much Hop." "I'm glad you didn't pry me off of you yet." "Why would I? It's not like you're doing anything lewd, you just want hugs." "I wouldn't mind a kiss though." "In a bit." "Awe..."

- You have to constantly make up excuses to people who see him with you in public

- "Y/N, who's this?" "Ah this is Hop, he's my boyfriend." "Boyfriend? How come we're just hearing about this now?" "Well, we met online so..." "Oh, so you didn't know if it'd work out, so you didn't want to get all hyped up." "Yeah basically." "Is he wearing eye contacts?" "Yeah, they are like colored prescription lenses so he has to wear them all the time."

"Are you going to be dyeing your hair like he has Y/N?" "I might, maybe we could match then. You'd like that right babe?" "Mm I'd have to think about it for a little while before I could give you a good answer." "What's you're boyfriend do for a job?" "He streams gameplays of video games online." "Oh really? Huh..."

"Y/N, how long are you going to have to lie for me?" "I don't know. But I'll keep doing it until we can have some kind of happy life together. I don't want anyone questioning you." "......Alright dear. I still think you should reconsider, and leave this world with me." "I've been considering it more and more the longer you're here."

"So you actually want to go home with me?!" "I don't want to go back to living without you here Hop. If I have to be tossed into another world for us to stay together, then so be it."

#hop pokemon #pokemon x reader #pokemon trainer #pokemon headcanons #pokemon sword and shield

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h0tch-r0cket · 3 years ago

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Infatuation (18+) {a.h.}: chapter 3

summary: you needed a job. aaron hotchner needed a babysitter. the rest was inevitable.

word count: 4.6K

warnings: explicit language, drinking alcohol

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"To your new job! Congrats, Y/N!" Esmé hollered over the loud club music as she held her shot glass in the air. You lifted your glass next to hers, clinking them together, before you both threw the vodka back, the liquor giving your throat a slight burn as it went down. You placed the shot glass down in front of you, adding one more to the collection that was slowly growing in front of you.

You leaned closer to Esmé's ear, practically shouting to be heard over the music that was making the club walls shake. "Thanks for taking me out tonight. I appreciate it."

Esmé slung her arm around your shoulder languidly, evidence of the ever growing drunken state that was growing between the both of you throughout the night. "No other way to celebrate your last weekend as a job free woman than with booze and boys!" She nodded her head back towards the dance floor where you watched some attractive men dance, waiting for someone to join them. Esmé hopped off her stool in front of the bar and grabbed onto your hand, tugging on it to urge you to go with her. "Come on! I want to dance!"

You groaned at her request, jokingly rolling your eyes at her. "You know, I think I'm much more comfortable over here."

Esmé scoffed, clearly not buying your lame excuse to not go out on the dance floor with her. "One song?" she pleaded.

You turned your attention to the blonde bartender, a playful smile on your lips. "Another shot please." He nodded, topping off the vodka in another glass for you. He placed it in front of you and smirked at you.

"That one is on me," he said, placing his hands down firmly on the counter. You watched his eyes dart down to your lips quickly and you felt your cheeks heat up. You understood quickly the subliminal implications of the shot.

You dropped your hand from Esmé's grip, standing up from the stool. You placed your elbow on the counter and beckoned the bartender forward to come closer to you with your pointer finger. He leaned over quickly, eager to be closer to you. Once he was close enough, you placed your hand on his shoulder, bringing your mouth up to his ear. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm not interested," you whispered. You heard him clear his throat and he stood back up, clearly being brought down from whatever excitement he thought he might have found himself in for the night.

He nodded in understanding, a cocky smirk growing across his face. He lifted the shot, keeping his eyes on you as he downed it quickly. He placed the glass on the counter and leaned back over to you. "If you change your mind, you know where to find me."

"I won't. But thanks." You turned your attention back to Esmé who was standing there in slight shock as you walked over to her.

"What the hell did you do that for?! He wanted to get in your pants! You should have let him," she exclaimed as she motioned back towards the bartender.

"Not my type," you said bluntly, as you ran your hands down your dress to straighten it out. The dress was a navy blue with an open back and plunging neckline. It ended right at your thighs, hugging your curves along your body.

"Your type is dark and brooding men who have some sort of position of authority," Esmé teased as she led you out to the dance floor.

"I mean you're not wrong," you laughed as you started to dance next to her.

"Keep your eyes peeled. Maybe you'll find Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome tonight."

You shook your head in annoyance but continued to dance with your friend. It's not that you didn't want to be with anyone. It was the fact that you had a hard time opening up to others about yourself and letting someone be with you for every part of your life, whether it was good or bad.

You were so used to looking out for yourself that you never really looked for a partner that often. You only had one relationship that you would ever consider serious, but even then, you had ended things because you were starting college and wanted to focus on school instead of worrying about pleasing your boyfriend. He was understanding of it all but a part of you still wondered about the what ifs that surrounded the situation.

What if we were still together?

What if I let him in more than everyone else?

What if I was wrong about letting him go?

You shook the thoughts from your head as you let yourself focus on dancing with Esmé, not wishing to dwell too much on the past. There was nothing that you could do to have changed what happened, and quite frankly, given the chance to, you weren't so sure that that would have been something that you would have done anyway.

Sometimes, you wished that you could bring your guard down and let someone in but you were just too worried that someone would come in and absolutely destroy your heart.

"Maybe. Guess we'll have to see," you agreed, at least playing along with Esmé to get her to subtly take the hint that you weren't interested nor in the mood to try to find someone in the bar to take home with you.

"You know, I have to admit that the way you turned down that bartender was hot," Esmé laughed as she danced around in front of you. "He definitely thought he was going to be heading home with you tonight."

You couldn't help but laugh at your drunk friend, who even in her current state of being, continued to be your hype-woman. "Well, he definitely thought wrong," you teased.

The two of you continued to dance the night away, downing more shots throughout your time at the club. You were having too much fun with Esmé to think about anything else other than the two of you at that moment in time.

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The rest of the weekend flew by too quickly for your liking . For the most part, you spent your time at your apartment, just relaxing and watching movies to pass the time. And as the days drew closer and closer to when you were officially starting your new job, you were filled with excitement with what was to lie ahead.

On Sunday evening, the day before your first day as the Hotchner babysitter, you were walking Artemis on your usual rounds when you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. As Artemis was smelling each and every little thing on the sidewalk, you checked your messages.

Aaron Hotchner

-Good evening, Y/N. Just wanted to let you know that Jack's bus normally comes around 2:15 or so. This way you can plan your day accordingly for when you'll need to be here to pick him up. There's a spare key underneath the doormat out front for you to use to get inside. I should be home by 5, but should anything change, I will let you know. See you then.

-And don't be too worried about Buster, just in case you aren't a fan of larger dogs. He'll calm down after a few minutes of you being in the house.

You replied quickly, not wanting to keep your new boss waiting to hear from you.

-Perfect! I'll see him there!

-Have a goodnight!

-Thanks, Y/N. You too. You continued on your walk with Artemis, the playful pup determined to stop and greet every dog that she passed on the way.

By the time you got back to your apartment, the sun was beginning to set, the sky filled with different shades of pinks, reds, and yellows streaking across the horizon. It was as if an artist had taken careful brush strokes and painted the ribbons of color that stretched across behind the multitude of buildings, amplifying the true beauty of the natural world.

Upon entering your apartment, you decided to take a quick shower to settle in for the night. You took off your clothes in the bathroom and hopped in, letting the warm water run down your body for a few minutes before getting washed up.

After finishing the shower, you brushed out your hair and got in your pajamas, curling up in bed with one of your books that you were currently rereading. It was The Centaur by John Updike, the story of Peter Caldwell and his father George. It was a story that warmed your heart being that it was told from an older Peter's point of view as he looked back on the memories of him and his father with a new perspective compared to the way he thought of his father when he was younger. There was just something about the novel that you loved, whether it was the allusions to Greek mythology, or the idea that it was one of the bildungsroman stories that you loved, but you could never get enough of it. The copy of the book showed its wear and tear, the spine having small creases and the pages being slightly yellowed from your constant reading. But you could have cared less.

You read a chapter or two in the book before feeling tired and ready to turn in for the night. You shut off your light on your nightstand and placed the book on it. "Artemis!" you called out tiredly. You heard the pitter patter of the bulldog's feet on the floor as she came into your room.

With a running start, she hopped up onto your bed, curling into a ball next to you. You ran your hand down her spine as she settled in for the night.

As your mind calmed down and you drifted off to sleep, your last conscious thoughts were wrapped around the idea that tomorrow would start a new chapter in your life and you were ready to start and hit the ground running.

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You arrived at the Hotchner household the next day, eager to start your new job. You grabbed your belongings from your car and headed up to the porch, grabbing the key from where Aaron had left it.

Upon unlocking the door, you were immediately greeted by Buster in the entryway. The shepherd jumped up on you, trying to sniff every inch of you that he could. You figured he smelled the remnants of Artemis on your clothes and besides, to him, you were a newcomer in his house so you were filled with unfamiliar scents.

"Alright. Easy boy," you said softly as you scratched his head and urged him to get down. "Better get used to me being here. We'll be seeing a lot of each other." Buster barked gruffly, seeming as though he was still trying to determine whether or not he was going to trust you.

You made your way to the kitchen, dropping off your belongings on the counter before checking the clock hanging on the wall for the time.

2:00pm.

15 more minutes until you had to go get Jack.

Buster barked loudly at you, grabbing your attention. He was standing next to the sliding glass door that led to the backyard, his tail wagging excitedly.

"Alright, alright. Here." You opened the door for the dog and watched as he bolted outside to blow off some steam.

Your curiosity got the best of you while you were waiting to walk to the bus stop so you decided to peruse around the Hotchner home and try to learn more about them from the items that you found.

In the living room, you noticed the collection of children's movies that were stacked neatly underneath the TV in the entertainment center. You also saw a picture frame that caught your eye.

Upon looking at it more closely, you came to see that it was a photo of Aaron, Jack, and a beautiful blonde woman. The trio was at the beach, standing proudly next to a sandcastle that you could only assume was Jack's creation considering the way that it was constructed. Aaron was holding a younger Jack in his arms, the boy's legs wrapped around his father's torso. Wide smiles were on everyone's faces, even Aaron, who even from the interview alone, you could tell that he didn't have a genuine smile on his face often.

You figured the woman in the photo was Jack's mother. You could see the features that the boy shared with the woman—her smile, the same rounded face, and more obviously the blonde locks that rested upon his head which was a stark contrast to the more raven colored hair that Aaron had. Looking at the photo, the picturesque family, it made you further wonder what had happened to her and why it seems as though she wasn't in the lives of Jack and Aaron anymore.

A loud bark stole your attention away from the photo. You glanced at the sliding glass door to see Buster standing there, panting like a fool, waiting to come back inside. You set the photo back down on its designated spot on the shelf and headed to let him inside. He bounded through the door, going straight for his water dish which he lapped up instantly.

You took another glance at the time.

2:10pm.

You grabbed the spare key that Aaron left for you and locked up the front door as you left to go grab Jack from the bus stop that was at the end of the street.

It didn't take long once you arrived to hear the bus in the distance. You stood on the curb, teetering your weight on the balls of your feet as you waited for Jack. The expectant parents waiting for their children were deep in their conversations as you heard the loud rumbling from the bus from around the corner.

The bus came to a halt at the stop sign, the red lights flashing to ensure that any passersby would stop and let the kids get off safely. One by one, the kids came off the bus with their backpacks much too large for them. You smiled as they all ran excitedly towards their parents, wrapping their arms tightly around their parents' legs for a hug.

You saw Jack hop off the last step of the bus and he looked around curiously.

"Jack!" you called out, waving your hand. "Over here!"

The boy's face lit up with a smile as he came over towards you. He stopped right in front of you, glancing up at you with his eyes squinted to avoid looking at the sun. "Hi, Y/N!" he excitedly said.

"Hey, buddy! How was school?" You squatted down in front of him to be eye level as you talked to him.

"It was good! We got tadpoles today. Ms. Kingston said they're going to turn into frogs," he explained, his voice full of wonder and anticipation.

"That's so cool! Ready to head home? I'm sure you have a lot of homework to do."

He shrugged his shoulders. "Just a math worksheet and some sentences to practice. Ms. Kingston didn't give us a lot today."

"Well that's nice of her," you said as you stood back up. You placed your hand on his shoulder and started to walk back to the Hotchner household.

"Yeah, I like her," Jack said as you watched him absentmindedly kick a pebble along the street as you walked, his feet dragging on the cement softly. His head was tucked down, entirely focused on the pebble as he kicked it, watching it bounce down the street. He stuck out his tongue for a brief moment in his state of concentration. "I got to name one of the tadpoles."

"Oh really? What name did you pick?" You kicked the pebble back towards him since it left its intended path. You saw a small smile fall across his face.

"I named mine Kermit. You know, like Kermit the Frog from The Muppets?" He picked up the pebble from the ground and held it tight in his hand. "It's better than what my friend, Peter, picked out. He picked out the name Hoppy. How lame is that?"

You laughed at the boy's apparent disgust with such a generic name for the tadpole, clearly unaware of the fact that the name he picked out was just as much of a cliché. "So incredibly lame."

He hopped up the stairs of the porch of the Hotchner home and landed on the top step with a big thump. He walked over to the corner of the porch and placed the pebble next to the small collection that he had going on top of the railing. He turned his attention back to you and gave you a small smile.

"I've been collecting rocks for a while. I started with Dad one day and I always look for the perfect ones on our way home from school." He moved by the door, waiting for you to unlock it.

"That's so cool." You unlocked the door and Jack pushed it open, being greeted by Buster.

He dropped his backpack on the floor and knelt down by the shepherd and was scratching him behind his ears. "Hi Buster! Did you miss me?" The dog barked and gave Jack a few licks on his cheek. "I missed you too, boy."

You grabbed Jack's backpack off of the ground to get it out of the way. Locking the door behind you, you went into the kitchen and placed his bag on the kitchen table.

Jack came running in a mere few seconds later and was unzipping his bag, pulling out a lime green folder that was labeled Math and his pencil case. He grabbed a worksheet out of the folder and sat down, tapping his pencil on the table. "Hey, Y/N?"

"Yeah, Jack?" You grabbed a glass from out of the cabinet and poured yourself some water.

"Can you pass me the bowl of grapes from the fridge please?" You nodded and grabbed the bowl of fruit for Jack, placing it down on the table next to him. "Thank you." He picked one of the grapes off of the stem and popped it right into his mouth.

"You're welcome." You sat down at the table in front of him and scrolled on your phone as he did his homework.

The sound of the bowl of grapes sliding across the table grabbed your attention as Jack pushed it towards you. "Want some?" he asked as he put two more of the grapes in his mouth.

"Sure. Thanks, Jack." You grabbed a few grapes off the stem and ate them as you watched him do his homework. "What kind of math are you doing?"

"Word problems for addition. We just started them the other day. Ms. Kingston said they were going to be hard but I don't think they are," he explained as he wrote down the answer for the problem he was working on.

"Word problems can be tricky. Do you need help?"

He shook his head no and tapped the eraser of the pencil on his lips. "No, I'm good for now."

"Alright, well if anything changes, I'll be in the living room if you need me," you told him as you stood up from the table.

You heard a small okay from Jack and you settled on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV.

Soon, you lost track of time as you sat in the living room. Jack's running made you turn your head away from the TV as you saw his backpack slung over his shoulder. "Everything okay, Jack?" You sat up straighter on the couch, trying to see where the boy was running off to.

"I'm all done with my homework so I was going to put my backpack away," he said at the bottom of the stairs that led to where you assumed his and Aaron's bedrooms were.

"All done already?"

"Yeah, I told you she didn't give us a lot of work to do for tonight."

"You did say that, didn't you?" you teased. "When you come back down, maybe we can play a game or take Buster on a walk or something."

"Okay!" He hurriedly rushed up the stairs and out of sight.

He came down the stairs a few moments later with a box in hand, pieces rattling as he went into the living room. He placed the box on the coffee table in front of you, allowing you to finally see what he was holding in his small hands.

"Monopoly, huh? Well, I gotta tell you Jack, when I play Monopoly, I play with absolutely no mercy," you joked as you rolled up your sleeves to your elbows, feigning cockiness.

"You're going down," Jack teased as he sat crisscrossed on the rug across from you and took the board game out of its box.

"I'd like to see you try," you encouraged as you sat down on the rug in front of him, leaning you back against the sofa.

The Monopoly game quickly ensued and the living room was filled with laughter as you and Jack played, trying to outdo one another. He told you stories from school as the game went on and you were amazed at how polite and respectful the child was. It was a shining testament to the way that his parents raised him and it made you excited about spending more time with him. You were truly enjoying his company which was something you weren't expecting.

After playing what seemed like an endless game of Monopoly, just as the two of you were cleaning up the mess, you heard a car alarm chirp which caused Buster to go rushing excitedly towards the door.

"Dad's home!" Jack exclaimed as he bolted up from his seat on the rug to the front door.

By the time he got in, Aaron was already making his way through the entrance, trying his best to maneuver his way between the excited dog and son duo. "Hey guys," Aaron said as he shut the door behind him. His voice sounded tired, like his day was really draining. You stood up from the rug and finished putting away the Monopoly pieces, watching the interaction of the father and son.

Aaron ran his hand through Jack's hair and roughed it up a bit as his other hand held onto a dark brown leather satchel. "How was school today, bud? Did you guys get your tadpoles?" he asked as he headed into the kitchen.

"Yes! I named one Kermit," Jack said excitedly, as he began to recount the day's events to his father. You heard their slightly muffled voices from the kitchen and figured that you shouldn't overstay your welcome and intrude on the time that Aaron has with his son. So you walked into the kitchen to go grab your things and head home for the day.

"Go take your shower, Jack. And then I'll make something for dinner," Aaron urged. The boy nodded and bolted upstairs but not before yelling out to you.

"Bye Y/N! I had fun today!" You felt warm at Jack's words, not only because of the fact that he was being kind, but also because of the bigger picture that he was enjoying his time with you, almost as much as you were.

"See you tomorrow, Jack!" You waved at him as he ran up the stairs yet again. You let out a sigh of relief and grabbed your purse off the kitchen counter. "That's some kid you have up there, Aaron. He's so kind and polite. I don't think I've ever met a kid as friendly and as well mannered as he is."

Aaron nodded his head silently, the tone of the room becoming much more dull than it had been about a minute ago when Jack was still downstairs. You watched Aaron grab a clear glass from the cabinet before going into a different one and grabbing a bottle of whiskey. He poured the amber liquid straight into the glass, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "Thanks, Y/N."

"No problem." You watched as he took a large drink from the glass, placing the cup down on the counter in front of him. He turned to look at you, leaning on the counter.

He studied you for a moment, just as you did with him. His hair was soft and floppy, a few stray strands resting on his forehead. You saw the way that his warm eyes were almost masked by the appearance of the bags that hung underneath them, a testament to how hard of a worker you assumed he was. His thin lips were held tightly together, not even an inch of a smile evident across them.

A part of you felt awkward with the silence that filled the room as he glanced back between you and the half drunk glass of whiskey in front of him. But another part of you felt that it was normal being that you didn't know much about him and he didn't know much about you.

He stood up and dug around in his satchel for a quick moment before handing you a sealed envelope. On the front of it was Y/N written in handwriting that was almost illegible but yet it was easy for you to read it. "Before I forget," he said quickly. "That's your pay for this week."

"Thank you. I appreciate it." You shoved the envelope into your purse and exhaled deeply. "I guess I better be going."

Aaron took another long sip of his whiskey and swirled the rest of it in his glass. "Mhm," he agreed.

You figured that it was just the exhaustion from the day that made him unsociable. But a part of you was wondering if he just was always this distant with people and closed off. It wouldn't surprise you considering you only knew so much about him.

"Same time tomorrow?" you asked as you started to walk out of the kitchen.

"Yeah. I'll probably be home later tomorrow. Some board of education meeting or some shit like that," he said as he leaned his back against the counter, crossing his feet over one another as he finished the rest of his whiskey.

"No problem. Have a good night, Aaron," you said as you adjusted the strap of your purse on your shoulder.

"You too," he said, unenthusiastically.

Your lips turned up into a small smile before you turned on your heels and left the house, getting into your car. You threw your head back against the headrest and let out a frustrated sigh.

"What the fuck was that about?" you spoke to yourself. You stared at the ceiling of your car for a few seconds before rolling your eyes and turning the key in the ignition.

Once you got back home, after settling in and telling Esmé about your day, you turned in early for the night. You couldn't help but have your mind wander back to Aaron and the way he was so curt with you. It made you question whether or not he was having second guesses about hiring you as his son's babysitter.

You tossed and turned in your bed, trying to get comfortable and shake off the feeling that was churning in your stomach.

You were overthinking. You had to be. He just had a hard day at work. Maybe one of his students pissed him off or a coworker did.

Nonetheless, as you would find out in due time, that would not be the last time you fell asleep with your last thoughts before your eyes closed being all about Aaron Hotchner.

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Author's note:

Hello hello! I am so excited for this story you have no idea. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

See you soon!

-jordyn

#aaronhotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #hotch #aaron hotch fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 years ago

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lmao retail workers always have aces up their sleeves! Anyways, I'm in a sally face mood today and it's been a while since last time I requested something! Can I request some fluffy romantic head-canons for Sally? 💙 ilovehimsomuch I need some cliché high school crush stuff, how would he get his clueless S/O's attention, how does he confess? Kill me with fluff! *swoons*

GJAUIWKUFYVHCHEJBFILAUSOV*PUIG FHAWUIFG F:IAWOFIGAWIUA

YOU LIKE

SALLY FAC E!?#!?!

OF:AH:AWIFHOAWUFHOAWU:FHAW

I SCREECHED OUT LOUD AND I TEARED UP

OAUGIAAWI’M BREATHING HEAVIER THAN THE HEAVY BREATHING CAT MEME

YES YES YEFS YE SYE SYES YES I WILL WRITE ANYTHING FOR SALLY MY GOD, I CAN’T STOP MY EXCTITEMENT, BLESSSSSSS, IDK IF I CAN WRITE PROPERLY, I”M SORRY BUT OMFG I”m SO ENTHUSIASTIC ATM ;AWIHFAWOF:HAWO

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HE IS SO SWEET AND BEAUTIFUL

And yes, now I can write properly, got a 15 minute walk with my puppy and now I’m calmer.All good x

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Poor Poor Sal, if it wasn’t for Larry and his other friends that he met, his Highschool experience would have been a living nightmare...Not that most of his life wasn’t already pretty tragic as it was.

Thankfully, he wasn’t a dumb person, contrary to what his bullies thought, but he wasn’t a genius either, so there were a few times where he might have needed some academic help, and you were there to help, which is how you became friends.

He was absolutely shocked that you treated him so kindly, as if there wasn’t nothing wrong with him - Or rather said, as if he was just a normal kid with no mask, no weird long blue hair with 2 pigtails and a girly nickname or a pretty short stature.

Sal was even more surprised when you suggested going to a nice and more private cafe to study, claiming it would be a much better atmosphere for studying and relaxing, which would eliminate any shyness and nervousness either of you would have, and honestly, he was incredibly grateful for your intuition and kindness with everything.

Your voice was so warm and kind, you were so patient, helping him out with every little thing that for you might seem easy, but he was struggling with...

Your smile was dazzling, looking like literal sunshine, your hair was draping and framing your face like you were a renaissance painting made by da Vinci, and your vibe was so soothing that he felt as safe as if you, a guardian angel, was wrapping her pristine wings around him.

His heart was beating so fast, and at first he didn’t understand why - Or rather said, he didn’t want to admit that he actually fell for someone.

I mean...He’s Sally Face...Who’d ever like someone as weird and disfigured as him...?

That day, when you were done studying, he walked you home, and you smiled so sweetly at him when you waved him goodbye, that he felt his knees weaken.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sal.”

It wasn’t a goodbye, it was a see you later - You actually were okay with seeing him again.

Larry is the first person who hears about everything and you bet he’s super happy about the whole idea, and he’s going to play match-maker no matter what.

His bro’s happiness is the most important thing in his life, after all, and if you showed him so much kindness and were so passive about his looks and everything, then that can only mean you have the potential to be such a great match for the blue haired soft baby.

From then on, Larry is going to make sure you are one of the group and you hang out with them more often, and as often as possible, would get everyone away from there, leaving only the two of you alone.

Sal would try to use some gaming flirt lines or pick up lines, but you’d merely laugh at how funny, cute and imaginative they were, not picking up the hint.

He would give you little gifts, with some occasions even flowers, but you’d only play it as him being a sweetheart with his friends.

He would even write songs for you and will give them to you, but you only thought he was trying to write love songs to express himself.

Everything he tried to do, all the little, subtle...Not so subtle hints that he tried to give you, when he tried to test out the waters...They only made you think he was a nice friend.

He couldn’t realise how you could be so clueless to his affections towards you, and it was driving him crazy.

Not only him, but Larry as well, would groan and hit his head on the desk, annoyed at how blind you could be and how you were forcing Sal to outright confess his love for you, so after a long enough time, when the blue haired boy finally managed to muster the courage, Larry started helping him create a love confession.

He would hype up Sally a lot and help him rehears how to ask you out, what to wear, what to say, what to gift you and so on...

But honestly now, when do plans E V E R work the way they are supposed to?!

He’s a mess, he’s stuttering and blushing like crazy (not that you can see it), he somehow managed to grip so hard on the flowers out of anxiousness that he destroyed them and he basically had to run away so he wouldn’t make an even bigger idiot out of him and make you hate him.

You tried to access his walkie talkie a lot, but he kept it shut out of embarrassment, so Larry was the next best option, and he mentioned a place where Sal would go sometimes when he needs to feel better, so following the directions, you saw Sal playing his guitar while staring up at the cloud, his voice expressing the beautiful sorrow that he felt in his heart.

You listened attentively to the sad lyrics and you realised that he himself wrote the lyrics, and you approached him as soon as he was done with the song.

“That was beautiful, Sal. I never knew you had such an angelic voice. And your guitar skills are really something...Will you teach me one day?” you walked next to him, unintentionally scaring him out of his wits.

That only made him let out a small shriek, jolting in place and hitting his head on a tree branch, and in result, making his mask fly away.

He didn’t realise it at first, especially because you didn’t sketch any kind of reaction when you went to fetch him back the mask, and he only realised it when you kneeled next to him, offering to help him put it back.

Poor Sally freaked out big time, covering his face, saying how you shouldn’t look at someone like him, that you’re too perfect to stay around him, and you could feel his voice wavering, breaking, his eyes glistering with tears.

It took every ounce of power you had to put away his hands and kiss him as gently as possible, only to leave him speechless, powerless, unable to hold the tears from streaming his pale cheeks.

Once you reassure him that he is in no way ugly, and that he shouldn’t ever downgrade his worth the way he did, the only thing he can say is a short and genuine love confession, so soft and genuine that it made your heart skip a bit, seeing the love and innocence in his beautiful eyes.

From then on, you, Sal and Larry would be the terrific trio, but this is a request specifically about Sally, so here goes that.

He’s still going to feel insecure, since you could do SO much better, he says, but you wouldn’t hear any of that shit.

He would let you play with his hair, styling it in any way you want, and hell, if you want to, he could style your hair in any way you want, and yes, that means braiding too.

Sally would absolutely MELT if you’d want to match clothes or hairstyles with him, oh god, how cute would that be?!

He honestly looks at you like a Goddess or something since you’re always so sweet with him, even during the times when you’re sad about something, which is when he knows he must step in and make sure you’re okay, trying his best to at least make you smile, if you can’t feel a genuine laugh.

Sal loves to gift you plushies for some reason and when he sees you cuddling with it on a night when you have a sleep over...You killed this boy.

Overall, he’s...Like...The sweetest person in the world? Would care about you, your heart and your well-being literally above anything else?

Would be okay with hugs and cuddles and kisses of any kind at ANY time you want, no matter the place or occasion.

If you’re in public, he would blush a bit, but as long as it made you happy, it didn’t really matter.

And, I mean, it kinda made him be filled with a certain sense of pride and confidence whenever you’d so freely flaunt your relationship in public because -

YOU WEREN’T ASHAMED OF BEING WITH HIM!!!

And

HE WAS LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE AN ANGEL AS HIS LOVER!!!

So basically

He got the Jackpot.

#sally face #sally face x reader #sally face imagine #sal fisher #sal fisher x reader #sal fisher imagine #larry johnson #fluff #Ashley Campbell

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foxsimthings · 3 years ago

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Hey lovely, do you still have Imogen for adoption? Would you mind making her public. I am quite the fan of your blog and content 🙈 you've inspired me to rebuild a new save and I like your sims very much.

I wasn't sure what the demon hype was until I scrolled a little on your blog... I really like your demon girl, Tal too. Sh&t I'm one of them who entered the demon lover club 😅 but she's so cool. I've never done sims like her or had any in my game. Also I like her alpha hair too. I've been experimenting with mm and alpha so it's been nice again to revisit sims. Thank you for the motivation to get back into sims. Keep well and stay safe 🌻

Oh jeez, Imogen is going back almost a year now! I don't have the link, but I do believe I still have her on my old computer, so I'll update and repost her for ya tomorrow ❤️ I'm so glad you found some inspiration to work on a new save! That's so exciting, I'd love to see what you end up doing! The Sims is pretty awesome in that there's not really a lot of boundaries in what you can do. I love telling stories and stuff so being able to make the characters come to life visually has been super exciting.

If you want Tal's hair, I can grab the link for you when I'm messing around on my old computer tomorrow! Just let me know, I don't mind grabbing it. Thank you again for the kind words ❤️ Check back tomorrow for Imogen's new download link!

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paradise-creator · 4 years ago

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Hellooo!! I love love LOVE the diamond box matchup you did!! You're amazing!! Your blog is incredible!! Now I'm here for a romantic haven box Haikyuu matchup pls🥺

Appearance: My name is Kay! She/her, black, straight, 5'1, I have a slightly athletic & curvy-ish figure (lol idk), short-ish hair(like mid-neck), dark brown eyes, shoe size 9, I like to dress comfy so I'm always in oversized hoodies, sweatpants, sneakers, sweatshirts and shorts. I like colorful clothes too, high waisted jeans and shorts and boots. I'm not very fashionable but I try lol.

Personality:

Basics: infp-t, Hufflepuff, Taurus sun, scorpio moon, sanguine, chaotic good, ambivert.

Some positive traits: I'm optimistic, friendly, energetic, organized, enthusiastic, observant, happy, open-minded, loving, encouraging and inquisitive!!

Some negative traits: I'm annoying, perfectionist, insecure, forgetful, easily distracted, kinda lazy, argumentative, too nice at times and clingy.

I love learning new things!! Currently I'm learning Korean, how to draw, how to paint and songs on the saxophone.

When I'm up for it, I love fun physical activity!! Going for a hike, going to the gym, bungee jumping, mountain climbing, going camping and etc :D

Although I love going out, nothing beats lazy days at home. I can spend hours by myself and still be happy. When alone I usually sleep or watch a movie/anime or practice my drawing or saxophone or try and learn something new!

I have a horrible memory and can never remember important dates 😭 I've forgotten my own birthday a few times (rip) so people can get mad at me for missing appointments, forgetting birthdays and other important days. I try my best to organize everything necessary on my phone calendar so I can be reminded.

I love seeing people happy! Nothing can fulfill my day more than knowing I put a smile on someone's face! I usually try my best to help out anyone who needs it and to the best of my ability! This has led to me getting taken advantage of in the past but I can't help but try and make others happy. I've developed a thicker skin and some trust issues as I've grown up because of it.

I love hyping my friends/family up!! Do you need a boost in confidence? Here I am, ready to help you remember the absolute king/queen/royalty that you are!! I'm usually very energetic and enthusiastic about many things and I love spreading positivity around!!

My love language is physical touch! So touch is very important to me in my relationships. Though I am insecure so I tend to think that I smother the people I care about with too much affection idk lol. I live for hugs and cuddles and hand holding 👉🏿👈🏿 but because of that I feel like I'm very clingy and annoying skskfksjd

I'm introverted in nature so although I mean usually full of energy and love making new friends, I can't do it for too long lol. My social battery runs out really fast and I have to hide away and recharge before I can be fully social again, otherwise I won't be my best self. I treasure personal time and understand when people need time for themselves too.

I love spontaneity!! I love living in the moment and doing stuff just for the hell of it!! Wanna go on a road trip? Dance in the rain? Build houses for charity? Go to McDonald's at 2am? Go on a long walk? SIGN ME UP!!

I can also be lazy and unmotivated to do stuff. If something doesn't interest me, I'd find myself incapable of doing it or I'd do it with great difficulty. I'm one of those 'do something when inspiration/motivation hits you otherwise it'll be absolute shit' types.

But when I do have motivation/inspiration that's when my perfectionism comes in and I have to do it in the best possible way and anything less is an insult to me, my family, my ancestors and descendants lmaoo. Unfortunately I subconsciously set a very high bar for myself which can be overwhelming and stressful but when I manage to produce work of that quality, it's very satisfying and rewarding jshkshdhsj

I have more to add but I feel like this is getting way too long 💀 lemme just move to the next section heheheh

Hobbies: I LOVE listening to music, learning new things, watching movies/anime, sleeping, reading, writing, playing saxophone (I'm still learning tho lol), swimming, drawing, journaling, making friends, and cooking!

My music taste: any type of rock (punk rock, grunge, j-rock, metal), pop, KPOP, RnB, jazz, dubstep, lofi hip hop, rap, trap, krnb, anime OP's and bangers from: Elvis, the beach boys, Queen, Khalid, Ateez, Harry styles, Kendrick Lamar, p!atd, mcr, fallout boy, Nirvana, BTS, mxmtoon, Marianas trench, twenty one pilots, stray kids, Jay Park, crush, Dreamcatcher, Skrillex, MJ, troye sivan etc

Fun facts:

I'm more of a cat person but I live dogs and think they're adorable!!

I have four piercings and I plan on getting more soon!!

I'm a night owl, and get super grumpy in the mornings especially when woken up unexpectedly >:/

Although I love making friends, I only have like 1/2 super close friends and like 20+ acquaintances lol

I want to get a tattoo soon but idk what to get :(

I'm super addicted to coffee (rip) and if I don't take some for some time (like a week) I'll get the worst migraines and I won't feel better until I drink some coffee 😭

That's it!! I hope i wrote enough stuff!! Did I leave anything out? If you need more pls tell me and I'll send another ask :D Take your time!! I'm in no rush. I'll patiently wait even though you get writers block or have a large amount of asks 😌 pls stay safe and healthy!! Drink lots of water, sleep well and have an amazing day/night!! 💙✨

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The Haven box includes:

- Match up

- Sun drop

- Journal of Feelings

- 3 am shenanigans

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I'd match you up with

Sugawara Koushi, Vice-captain of Karasuno

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Sun drops

- OKAY so like, as I read your description I thought of Akaashi or Yaku or Sugawara

- Me being the indecisive author I am had trouble picking

- But then I remembered that you loved to do spontaneous things.

- And that's when I realized that Sugawara is THE ONE

- You two would be deemed the "3 am couple"

- Or in the team it would be "Epitome of Chaos"

- He takes care of you

- He will alway remind you that you don't need to be perfect

- Insecurities? BE GONE

- Nagativity? BE GONE

- That's basically his motto

- He is both your mom and partner in Crime

- did I mention he will take care of you?

- CUDDLES AND KISSES FOR DAYS

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Journal of feelings

- Once this man realizes that you LOVE physical affection. He will give it to you. EVERYTIME HE SEES YOU

Kay entered the gym to watch her boyfriend play. She tried sneaking in and so far it has been great. She thought she was off the hook but then felt a familiar arms wrapped around her waist. "I found you~" Sugawara said with a smile.

- You both would often plan pranks and majority of the times, it would succeed

"Okay okay, so what are we doing today?" Kay asked the silver haired male. "Oh~ maybe we can scare Asahi or anyone for that matter with a beetle?" Sugawara suggested. "That's--no," Kay responded.

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3 am shenanigans

It’s 3 am in the morning. Almost everyone is fast asleep or in their homes, well almost. The night sky is littered with diamond in the sky. The streets were silent but it was comforting. A few people walked here and there. And a few cars passes by there and here. “What are we doing up so late?” A silver haired man said as he yawned. “We’ll be going to Mc Donald’s! What else?” The female responded as she smiled at him. “Is it even open at this time?” He asked. “Koushi, darling, it is open,” Kay, the lover of our beloved silvered male man said as she smiled. Sugawara chuckled and held her hand, the smile on his face was evident. “You know, we should be sleeping by now right?” He said as he pulled her closer. “And so what? I wasn’t planning on sleeping early! I slept the whole day yesterday and missed the chance to hang out with you,” The girl responded.

A small blush appeared on the male’s face and he giggled. “That’s very sweet bu-“ He was about to say but was silenced by the girl. “That was very sweet but we could’ve done this later on or tomorrow. Well, sorry to break it to you, Love. But, we are here,” She said as she pulled the male inside the fast food chain. And soon enough, the two got their orders and enjoyed their meal. “I don’t know why but this hits different,” Kay said as she eat a French fry. “It really does. Especially since you are here,” Sugawara stated as he patted her head. Now, she was the one blushing. As the two chatted, the other customers and staff glanced at them every now and then. None of them were annoyed at their interactions. On the contrary, they enjoyed watching them,

Some felt envious of their relationship. Some dreamt to have something like that. And others remembered the times of old. The two were so sweet, it’s almost too much. Laughter and chattering echoed through the building from both the couple and the people around them. Then they were dub the “3 am couple” as the two would often venture in that restaurant at 3 am in the morning.

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Author's note

I'm so so sorry for the long wait! This week has been hectic. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this matchup~ and thanks for requesting!

#☁️matchup #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu!!#haikyuu matchup #fanfic #anime #fiction #sugawara koushi #sugawara kōshi #Sugawara #sugawara headcanon #match ups #hq matchups #hq sugawara #Anime matchups #BlackPearl

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iffyswriting · 4 years ago

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ICE 2

With my forehead pressed against the wheel of my car, I took three big inhales each one for different unrelenting stresses.

Unwinding after my day made it easier to deal with going inside. Swiping up my phone I checked the time, knowing Daddy was probably waiting up for me.

11:12.

Getting to all my courage, I finally got out of my car and went inside my home, my father being exactly where I expected.

"Where you been?" He asked looking just as worn as me, his body limp in his big green reclining chair.

"I told you, I had practice. " I replied tiredly, dropping my keys into their porcelain pot.

"Janelle-"

"I already know what you're going to say and my legs hurt. Can talk in the morning?" He stared momentarily before waving me off, making my shoulders slump in relief. Walking towards the stairs, he cleared his throat making me turn around.

"You not gon' tell me good night?" Rolling my eyes with a tiny smile, I walked back over and placed a kiss to his cheek telling him I loved him. I walked down the stairs to the basement taking in my space.

Bouncing onto my bed I slid off my shoes my feet aching horribly. I checked out the heels of my feet sighing at the bruises that lined them. Red and purple, red and purple as usual. I unscrewed the top off of my Vapo rub and swiped it onto my soles, letting it soothe my pain.

Flipping out my phone, I scrolled through it, pulling up some music for me to listen too.

SZA softly poured out of my speaker, Broken Clock's hypnotic beat floating into my ears as I laid down fully, curling up in my covers.I turned my music up a bit, letting it relax me further. I was so sleepy but my eyes wouldn't shut as I looked up at my ceiling tracing shapes with my eyes into my popcorn ceiling.

❄

"I have to be in this next competition," I told my coach, Simone. We either practiced early in the morning or late in the afternoon, to combat with both our schedules.

"What competition?"

"The one at the end of this month," I said in a duh tone. "I know you know about it. "

"And you know I'm going to be in it." She stood still before speaking.

"Do you think you're ready for it?"

"Of course I do!"

"Janelle, they not only judge off of skill but presentation and-" She started off looking everywhere else but at me and I tightened my jaw, my blood beginning to pump faster.

"I can get enough money for a decent costume."

"Can you?"

"I don't pay you to fucking degrade me, Simone." I spoke angrily sitting down on the bench stretching the shoestrings of my skates, tying them up tight.

"You barely pay me at all." I scoffed, snatching my guards off keeping my eyes on the other side of the stands.

"Then quit." She sighed her eyes softening as she looked me over, sitting down next to me.

"You know you'll have to tighten up."

"I will!"

"So that triple axel will be together by then?"

"Yes."

Hours passed and everything stayed the same.

Even with all my trying, all my attempts-I kept falling. Hitting that ice felt like I was hitting a knife and I was repeatedly getting up just to stab myself all over again.

After my seemingly 100th try, I skated back to the bleachers needing to sit down and breathe. I gripped my seat trying to force the lump in my throat all the way back down, biting back any tears that blurred my vision.

"And you think you're ready." She said smartly, making my stomach twist into more knots.

"I am!"

"But you can't get this crucial part of you're routine together and you wanna throw yourself into an even harder competition!"

"I can do it sometimes!"

"Sometimes isn't guaranteed!"

"It's enough for me to keep going!"

"You're supposed to believe in me!"

"I'll believe when you try harder."

"All I fucking do is try!"

"Okay, Janelle." She brushed her hair back from her forehead and I counted each wrinkle, trying to focus on something else other than my burning anger.

"I think we're done for the day."

"Simone."

"We'll try again tomorrow." She spoke, set in her words. I didn't want to stop her because, at this point, I needed some space away from her.

It's so fucking frustrating.

I keep failing and failing and failing, yet I'm always expected to get back on my feet unscathed and ready for more action. I'm not this resilient person I'm putting on to be and it's becoming harder and harder each day to pretend I am.

Why can't I get it right?

I sniffle softly, my throat becoming tighter and tighter as the minutes ticked on mocking me.

"You not getting on the ice, today, Icey?"

I look back at the deep soothing voice, matching it to a handsome face.

A really handsome face.

He was much taller than me and leaned against the railing of the steps, his hands stuffed into his jeans pockets. He was clearly freezing, goosebumps running up the side of his arm. I'd become used to the cold, so much it was like a second kind of blanket.

His skin was stark against all the white that surrounded us, a dark brown that reminded me of hot cocoa- the juxtaposition being a beautiful contrast.

"What'd you call me?"

"Icey. I don't know your name, so I just made up a lil something." He paused before licking his bottom lip. "Hope you don't mind."

"I don't. What was your question?"

"Are you not going to get on the ice today?"

"I'm not feeling it right now."

"Damn, I was hoping to watch you." He sounded genuinely disappointed and I was a little shook, starting to chew on my bottom lip.

"You watch me all the time?"

"Not all the time-"He said quickly, kind of flustered, "I just like the way you move and the sounds- I guess you do your thing or whatever." He finished off, studying my features sheepishly.

"I don't know if you're trying to be nice-"

"I'm being honest." Chuckling, I couldn't help but shake my head at him.

"Well, thank you for that. That's the first compliment I've heard about my skating in years."

"You can't be serious."

"I am."

"If I could get out there and fucking hurl myself across a block of ice every day, everyone would see it and everyone would be respectin' me and my talent."

"You're making it sound so insanely impossible."

"Not everyone can do it. " He paused again slickly starting to smirk. "Not everyone can do it the way you do."

"Stop hyping me up, stranger."

"Amir." He said quickly, his name becoming locked into my head.

"Stop hyping me up then, Amir."

"Well Stranger-"

"Janelle." I said making him let out a breathy laugh.

"Well, Janelle- I'd love it if you tried again."

"I don't know."

"I think your discrediting yourself too much. I know your coach yells at you about how you fuck up on this or mess up on that but- you still look breath-taking. Like a real-life figurine but with passion and grace."

I blinked unsure of what to say or how to feel. Standing up straight, I leaned on the rail and gave him a small smile.

"Okay, I'll give it another go. Maybe your seeing something I don't."

I stretched to touch my toes then put my arms outward, my pose before I began.

Starting off slowly, I did an easy figure eight, looping in a circle.

I was in the air for a couple of seconds before landing on my feet, my arms in the air as I kept my balance. I couldn't dwell long in my excitement as I launched into a toe loop, spinning the exact way I should.

His straight white teeth were on display as I stood still finished with my performance. He clapped loudly, whistling too as my own grin grew wide on my face.

"I knew you could do it!" He yelled, His support making my heart thump harder in my chest as I bounced up and down in place.

"I don't know what you did but-"

"I didn't do anything that was all you!"

He gave me another thumbs up from the door and then turns on his heels leaving me alone in the great big space.

I didn't know what to think, or how to feel.

Well, I felt good- confident even.

I started to skate again doing the triple axel once more and I wish Simone was here to see it.

See that I could do it.

He made me think about why I loved skating so much, why I had to keep this dream alive.

When I was younger, I used to spend a lot of time at my Grandma's house.

I didn't realize at the time it was because my father was unstable and he struggled to make things better for our little family.

At GiGi's house you could never expect but so many channels but on satellite, there was this one channel where figure skating was played regularly.

Little Janelle was captivated- it was the only thing that could keep me quiet because it was so beautiful and pristine. Princesses dancing on my screen, twirling on the ice in their gorgeous costumes and slicked up hair-dos.

None of these girls looked like me and I wanted to be one of them. I wanted to become someone

I expected my daddy to treat my dream as unrealistic but I didn't expect him to be as dismissive of it as he was.

When you're little you think that you can do anything and when you're supported in that, you keep aiming for stars beyond your reach.

My dad never had that philosophy. Aim for easy goals makes failure and heartache, not an option, so life goes smoother and you feel more settled.

I told him I wanted to be an Ice Skater and he told me I could clean the ice. I'd have an even better chance of working at the concessions.

You can only teach what you know, so I couldn't even be mad.

No matter what- I have to skate. I don't know if we've all got our destiny determined for us before we're born but I know that this one thing, I was always meant to do.

I know it's just a stupid sport but it's my passion and when you're so passionate about something you're willing to put your heart on the line consistently to see it through, you can't just abandon it when shit hits the fan.

Even when I fuck up, it's like I did it. I got a chance to fly even for seconds all on my own and when I come back down from my high still standing, it's a rush I refuse to let go of. When I succeed it only gives me more reassurance to keep going, never stop because there's a chance you're going to make it and people are going to know your name.

So no matter the circumstances, I gotta push as far as this skating shit will take me.

Because its the closet thing to a dream, I've ever wanted to be real.

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marvel-has-my-soul · 6 years ago

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Jet Fighter

(Peter Parker x OC Female)

Description: Jet is a girl with wings and superhuman strength. Need I say more?

CHAPTER 3-

Lily Fisher

Jet walked next to Tony as he led her through the Penthouse of Stark tower, her small suitcase rolling loudly on the title behind her.

"I've made a deal with Ross that you will live a normal life in exchange, you can walk free." Jet nodded along, figuring it was best not to argue against him.

"No flying. You have to hide your wings anytime you're in public." Tony continued, "I've already confiscated your suit, but you can keep your watch. All weapon systems have been disabled though."

"But I can have my wings out here, right?" Jet asked. Tony nodded.

"Yes, you can stretch them out here, but only on this floor and the one below us. These are private floors and only those how already know about you are allowed up. We can't rist anyone else working here seeing you."

"Okay...well that doesn't seem so bad." Jet said, trying to stay positive. "I mean, this isn't a permanent thing, right?" She laughed slightly. "Just long enough to get Ross off our backs." Tony didn't answer. Jet's smile faded and she looked up at Tony.

"How long will I have to do this?" She asked, scared of the answer.

"You'll also have to go to school." Tony went on, ignoring the question all together. Jet froze in place, Tony walking a few places ahead before realizing Jet was no longer next to him. He stopped and turned, an eyebrow raised.

"Is there a problem?"

"School? Why?" She spat.

"We have to convince the world that you are a normal teenager. And that means school."

"But... but what about homeschooling? Or that tutor that you hired for me?" Jet negotiated desperately. Tony crossed his arms and shook his head.

"Sorry kid. You're going to Midtown High School and that's final."

"Midtown?!" Jet shouted. "But that's over 40 minutes away!"

"I know. You can't in anyway be related to me or Stark industries. The further the school, the better." Tony said. Jet let out a jiff and marched passed Tony, in the direction of her new room.

"One more thing." Tony called after her. Jet halted but didn't turn around. "We'll need to find you a new name. You start school in two weeks." Tony said.

Without a word, Jet continued to her room, walking in and slamming the door. Leaning against the door for a moment, she took a fee breaths, scanning the nearly empty room. It was stark white, reminding Jet of her cell. The only differences seemed to be a bathroom off to the side, and large window along one wall.

Jet abandoned her suit case at the door and ran towards the window. She tried to pull it open, only to find it was sealed shut. She let out a groan and lensed on the window, watching a plane fly overhead.

"Jet another precaution." Jet whipped around to see Tony standing at the door, looking around the bare room.

"The rest of your things should be arriving tomorrow. You can decorate this room anyway you want." With those words, Tony left, leaving the door wide open. Jet stomped forward and slammed the door, locking it tightly.

***

Two weeks flew by and soon Jet woke up to her alarm at 6:30 am. She groaned loudly, swinging an arm out from under her sheets and punching the clock off the nightstand. It fell to the floor with a crash and the alarm stopped. Jet snuggled deeper into her pillows.

"It's time to get up." Friday's electronic voice echoed through the room. Jet let out another groan and sat up, her eyes squinting through the dim light of the sunrise shinning through the window. She sat there, angry at the world.

"Friday, close the blinds." She demanded through a yawn. The blinds fall closed, plunging the room back into darkness. Jet fell back into bed, burying her face into a pillow.

"Mr. Stark will be disappointed if you are not up in approximately one minute." Friday said.

"How will he know if I'm up or not." Jet asked, her voice muffled by the pillow.

"Because he wanted to make sure you were up ." Tony's voice answered. Jet shot up out of bed in a panic to see Tony standing in the door way. She reverted back to a scowl.

"The door was locked." She snapped.

"I own this door. You think I dont have a key to it?" Jet rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Hurry up and get dressed, Lily Fisher." Tony said before leaving.

Lily Fisher. That was her alias for the public. And Jet hated everything about it. She stood there for a moment, collecting herself before getting dressed for the day.

Jet was just about to walk out the door when Friday spoke up.

"You forgot your jacket." Jet groaned and ripped the jacket from its hanger and pulled it over her shoulders, the bulk of the oversized jacket successfully hiding her wings.

Jet left the room and shuffled to the kitchen. She pouted a bowl of Froot Loops, but ended up just staring at it angrily. Happy walked in, jingling his keys in his hand.

"Ready to go?" He asked. Jet pushed the untouched bowl into the sink and grabbed her bag, following Happy to the elevator down to the parking garage without a word.

The car ride was long and uneventful, Jet even dosed off and earned another 20 minutes of sleep until the car jerked to a stop three blocks away from the school.

Happy unlocked the door and Jet got out.

"Have a good day, kid!" Happy said.

"Unlikely." Jet slammed the door and walked the remainder of the way to school until she stood outside of the intimating building. Teenagers milled around outside, laughing and talking to each other like normal people. Jet took a deep breath and walked inside.

***

Not much could be said about Jet’s first classes in school. She had successfully caught up in her studies before the term began, so the actual curriculum wasn’t the hard part in all of this. It was the interacting with people her own age. She could hold a conversation with Steve or Sam just fine, but when it came to teenagers, she was at a loss. They talked about last nights episodes of their favorite shows, vine compilations that were titled “vines that keep me from ending it all” or “vines that really butter my eggroll,” whatever that meant. They were hyped about their favorite sports teams or the Friday night party that someone was hosting. Jet couldn’t relate to any of that. Fighting techniques? Got it. Shooting a gun? Done. Her days at the Avenger’s Facility? Covered. But talking about mundane things that she had never even heard off? Impossible.

Jet sat down at an empty lunch table, watching everyone interact around her. A group of guys, jocks, high-fived and shouted at each other from across the table. A clique of girls in short skirts strutted down the isle of tables, each of them swaying their hips unnaturally to catch the attention of any guy in their vicinity. Band geeks hung around each other, some supporting heavy instruments, while others tapped against the lunch table. Couples made out with each other up against walls, tables, other people.

Jet picked at her lunch lazily, not mustering up any sort of appetite. After the day she had, she could confirm that she was what one would call an introvert. All this human interaction was too much for her to bear and all she wanted was to take a nap.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a tray slamming down on the table right in front of her and a backpack being tossed carelessly to the tile floor. Jet looked up to see a darker skinned girl with crazy curly hair and a smirk etched on her face. Without a word, she sat down and held her hand out.

“Call me MJ.” She said. Jet timidly reached forward and took the girls outstretched hand.

“Lily.” She responded, the foreign name falling from her mouth without emotion. The girl released her hand and began shoveling food into her mouth.

“Aren’t you hungry?” She asked through bites.

“No...not really.” Jet answered, waiting for MJ to tell her why she was sitting here in the first place.

“You’d better eat something now. Ms. Warren doesn’t let people eat in her class.” Jet tilted her head and her shoulders tensed.

“How did you-”

“Your schedule’s sitting right there, I’d have to be blind not to see it.” MJ interrupted.

“Why are you sitting here?” Jet asked.

“Simple. You’re in my spot.”

“Oh! Um, sorry...I didn’t realize.” Jet moved to put her things away when MJ started laughing.

“I’m just playing, Lils. Lighten up a little, will ya?” She reached across the table and lightly punched Jet across the shoulder. Jet let out an uneasy laugh, not sure how to interact with this strange, but oddly friendly girl.

“I noticed you were new and I’ve decided to take you under my wing.” Jet nearly snorted at MJ’s analogy. If only she knew.

MJ kept good on her decision, dragging Jet along with her and showing her the ropes of Midtown High School. They had a few of the same classes, and MJ made sure to fill her in on every teachers flaws. MJ was her guide, and Jet knew that she would probably be lost without her.

But by the end of the day, while MJ felt she may have made a friend, Jet knew that she could never make friends based off of lies. The people at this school knew Lily Fisher. Not Jet.

"See you later." MJ waved goodbye to Jet as they parted ways. Jet waved back and then turned, hurrying down the streets to where Happy had already parked his car. She hopped in and he drove off.

"How was school?" He asked, looking at her in the rearview mirror. Jet shrugged.

"Can you be friends with someone if they dont actually know your real identity?" She asked, leaning her head against the window and shutting her eyes.

"If the friendship is real, then it shouldn't matter whether they know your real name or not. And if they're really your friend, maybe in the long run, you can tell them." Happy responded.

"Yea, over Tony's dead body." Jet scoffed.

"He just wants to keep you safe, kid."

"No he wants to keep me restrained. There's a difference." Happy opened his mouth to respond, but saw Jet had closed her eyes and was snoring softly.

Happy drove silently for a few minutes before his phone rang. He answered it, making sure to talk quietly.

"How's she doing?" Tony asked through the phone.

"She's passed out in the back seat. Think she had too much human interaction for one day." Happy said, looking back at Jet as he pulled to a stop at a red light.

"Do you think she had a good day?"

"Hard to tell. I think she may have made a friend, but isn't sure about it being surrounded by lies."

"It's for the best."

"That's what I told her."

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captainstevenrogerswrites · 4 years ago

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"Its great to see you awake still, Jacob. Good news and bad news though, I'd like to keep you in for a couple more days under observations to make sure you're okay then if everythings good, I may let you back home, but let's get you fit and well first. Wouldnt want you missing out on all the fun stuff with your Dad would we?" The Doctor smiled as he walked into the room alone. He looked between the patient and the woman "hes making a phone call, hell be back here in a moment but Jacob maybe you should get some rest too. You all look pretty tired".

Just then Andy walked back into the room , slipping his phone back into his pocket as he smiled at Jacob and them at Tasha, but then perked her brow as she looked slightly like she had seen a ghost. Had Jacob said something or the Doctor? Going back to his seat, he grabbed his son's hand and smiled "see home before you know it and I've phoned work, theyve put me on special leave so I can bug you more now" Jacob squeezed his hand then looked at the Doctor "so I'm hearing home soon then?" Thye chuckled "as soon as we can get you there yes"

Andy glanced over at Nat "are you okay?" He mouthed, were they really getting along or just in his presence? Now he felt worried. "Can I have a tv?" Andy looked at Jacob then at the Doctor who told them he would find them one and that they all should get some rest though. "Go home Dad, I cant sleep worrying you'll be watching me all night because you worry"

Andy licked his lips "it's my job to worry" Jacob shrugged a little "well I'm me again so theres no need anymore. I'm safe here so Nat...." he turned to her "please take my dad home and makes sure he eats and rests and....washes" Andy frowned and smelt himself, he smelled of sleep and .....exercise...fuck. turning back to his Dad he smiled and squeezed his hand "I'm your son, I'm okay and strong "

He wanted to stay but knew if he did he wouldnt sleep, Jacob was right "I know, I've already thought that through but I cant just leave you here alone" of course she meant unprotected, and yes maybe he was being a little over protective but he really couldnt be blamed. "That's why I'm here for the night" Andy female older boss walked in with a smile on her face "welcome back Jacob, its really good to see you" Jacob sat up and spoke her name, mainly for Nat to remember without making it obvious "shes like that crazy old aunt but shes cool" he smirked "this is Nat..." the boss smiled "oh I know" she smiled "apparently you've made quite an impression on my best boy, he wants you protected too" turning back to Jacob, "see theyve fed you, so let's get you to sleep and Andy...take her home and get some rest. Jacob is safe with me"

Andy nodded and stood up and hugged his son "goodnight babyboy see you tomorrow I love you" he kissed both his cheeks then smiled as he walked over to the door, his boss talking how she will be in the front room all the time and Laurie or anyone wont get through. As they talked, Jacob pulled Nat into a hug "she likes you shea just come with everyone she doesnt know."

As the hug was broek , he grabbed her arm to stop her walking away as he lowered her voice "just because shes in prison doesnt mean there arent people who arent her friends, she will try and hurt my Dad, shes done it before and make shes more hyped up, he wont be looking out for himself because hes focused on me. Promise me you'll protect him, keep my Dad safe for me please. I cant lose him too"

He glanced and saw Andy approach and smiled at her "my switch game is in my top draw near my bed, bring it tomorrow please and I'm glad you came" knowing that was all Andy heard, he smiled at Nat but meant what he said. He knew his dad needed protection and what better person than her really. "Goodnight son" "goodnight dad" he riffled up his hair, smiling as if he was taking in his features then looked at Nat "ready?" He took Nats hand in his his and led her out of the door, thankfully the hall way was almost dead.

"Everything okay between you two right? You looked like you've seen a ghost when I walked in" he was concerned and he couldnt hide it in his voice as he pressed the button to the elevator and pulled her inside just for the doors to close.

Pressing the ground floor, he was sure he could smell the lingering scent of Laurie and it made him feel nausea but he brushed it aside and looked at her "it wasnt just an act around me right? I know it's a lot for you both but I'd rather you be honest around me if there is an issue so we can sort it out. I just want us to be a family and I think we could make an amazing one, so are you two okay?" He was rambling, he was just worried the two people he loved more than anything didnt like one another and in all honesty right now he didnt know what he would do if they didnt.

"I'm sorry, I just ......" he leaned the back of his head on the elevator wall "I love you both, I have to protect you both, you guys are my world and in out of my league here. I know legally how to protect my family but sometimes......that not enough and I'm out of my depth on how to keep my ex wife and her friends out of our lives for good. He looked over at her "I love you and I want to protect you more than anything and not because I dont think you are capable of protecting yourself but because I'm inlove with you and you're important to me. You're family to me and I protect my family, akways"

Bringing her hand in his to his lips he placed a kiss ontop of hers "I'm rambling, I'm tired, let's get home and back to bed darling. I need you in my arms more than ever"

Morale of a case continued again....

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Andy Barber had never eaten a woman out in the kitchen before and he suspected, apart from it wasnt going to be the last time, that he was going to eat her out in so much more places and vice versa. Never before had he felt so intoxicated with someone that he craved them all the time and he knew that he had never truly knew what true love felt like before he met her.

Of course his eyes strayed to her tight ass as she turned to the fridge to grab the beers and vodka. Thoughts of slowly sliding his hard cock deep inside her ass made him swallow down a needy moan. There he was again wanting her on so many levels, physically, emotionally and spiritually. Jesus he felt new to all this which was strange considering he had been married for ears. Maybe it was that, marriage then dating making it feel new. He had no idea, all he knew was they were madly inlove, he loved having her around, she made him a better man and he would never give her up.

The temptation to smack her ass as she walked up the stairs was hard to resist but he smirked to himself "I can see it now 'Avenger held hostage by local lawyer'" he chuckled as they reached the top step. All the dirty things flooding to his mind was definitely a sin taking him straight to Hell.

Licking his lips, he smiled as he watched her take her shoes off and climb into bed....his bed.....their bed. Growling softly, she looked so innocent and yet at the same time far from innocent. Did she realise how hard she was making him by just looking at her? Damn it, he could imagine them going shopping and thoughts of fucking her against the trolley would flood his mind. She had ruined him in the best possible way.

Loosening his tie, he leaned over and tied her red locks off her face with it, trying to hide his wicked smirk. Undoing his top button, he hummed as he sat infront of her, the tray dividing them but he knew that wouldnt be forever either.

"Thanks babe" he smiled as he took the beer, popping the lid off with one swift push of his thumb, placing the lid on the tray as he took a gulp of his beer. The crisp, cold liquid caressed down his throat as his eyes watched her drink the vodka. "Russian Approved?" He smirked as he took another gulp then placed the beer down and handed her her fork as he grinned at the omelette, taking a fork ful he tasted it and moaned in approval "fuck....this is delicious " and he meant it. He never thought an omelette would taste so good, his eyes trailed down her curves then back up at her eyes "darling, it wont just be me who needs the energy. Eat up, then we can watch....."

He grabbed the controller from the bedside and flicked through Netflix, chuckling at her remark "deal no work talk , no courtroom drama and no saving the world" winking at her, he quickly looked back at the screen, he couldnt care less what they watched in all honesty, he just loved her company and then he paused and looked at her as she spoke and smile genuinely lovingly. It was a big deal to invite her to stay over, especially in his room and bed. Nodding "you're part of my life, Tasha, I want you in all parts of mine and I love and trust you. Thank you for not being .....awkward about Laurie's stuff around still and being patient with me. You truly are a dream come true and ..." he reached out and cupped her cheek ".....I honestly cant wait for you and Jacob to torment me together, hes going to love having you in our lives, just as much as I do sweeetheart. Hes his fathers son".

Leaning in he kissed her lips then pressed the select button as a random film started playing "hmmm" he turned towards the title " pretty woman. I have the best one right here"

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