#if I run out of bracelets and you still want one you can PM me and try to work out something

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Okay beautiful people, it's Danhausen Day! I will be wearing the above outfit at Slammermania in Wolverhampton and will be there early for the Danhausen meet and greet, so if you see me and want a bracelet feel free to come say hi 🦷

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Jackman: The Album

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

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AN: We absolutely love how supportive they are of one another

Synopsis: First Lady being supportive of her husband's first album after the triplets have been born

Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader

First Lady of Private Garden Masterlist

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"Axel! No! Don't put that in your mouth! That's daddy's phone charger and I can imagine that it doesn't taste all that good. Where did you even get that?" 

All Axel did was smile at you before proceeding to drool all over the charger and all you could do was laugh as you finally got it away from him and wiped it off.

Ivy was perched in your lap interested in what was on the TV while your youngest Autumn was actually sleeping.

You figured that she was worn out from being a terror all day.

Because for some reason she thought today was opposite day and did the opposite of everything that you had told her.

It was close to 6 pm and Jack had been gone all day with Clay and Urban. It took some convincing seeing as he didn't want to leave you alone with the triplets but you practically pushed him out the door. 

He needed a break and you could deal with handling the little ones on your own for a few hours.

You heard his keys in the front door and immediately smiled and never saw Axel whip his head around so fast.

"Looks like daddy is finally home."

Once Jack came in and saw you sitting on the floor in the living room, he proceeded to lean down and kiss you while picking up Axel at the same time who was reaching for him.

"I missed you." You told him as he was blowing raspberries on Axel's stomach and making him laugh.

"I told you that I didn't have to go anywhere today, you literally threatened me to leave the house."

"But I wanted you to get out. We were fine. The house is still in one piece despite Autumn’s efforts to do the opposite."

Jack then proceeded to sit down next to you and Ivy immediately crawled over you and went to him. He held onto her while she started to play with his beard. While Axel was in the middle playing with your bracelet. 

"And the terror is actually sleeping?" Jack asked as he looked over towards the opposite side of the couch and there Autumn was knocked out.

"Because she needs her strength to run mommy up the wall tomorrow like she did today. It's about time for the other two to go to sleep anyway." You said while shrugging.

"Once we get them settled, I need to talk to you about something." Jack said while not making eye contact with you.

"Uh? Pookie? Is everything okay? You're making me nervous." You said because he had used such a serious tone in his voice.

"It's nothing bad, I… I'm just not quite sure how you're going to take it. You know that your opinion means everything to me. Despite my not so good history with that."

"Whatever it is, we'll get through it like we always do. We're a team, remember?"

Jack simply nodded and you couldn't help but to sigh. 

"I love you and nothing is ever going to change that, Jackman."

You said while turning to face him and kiss his cheek which led to you getting a small smile out of him.

"I love you too."

Once all three babies were asleep, Jack turned on the baby monitor as the two of you got comfortable in your room to have your weekly movie marathon. You admit that you did love having him home all of the time since he had been on overdrive for the last two years and he deserved a much needed break. 

"Baby, do you want to tell me what's going on?" You asked because he looked so out of it. You proceeded to lay down as Jack immediately went to lay on your chest.

"I've been working on my next album." He answered you as you began to play in his curls. You couldn’t get over how long his hair was and if you loved playing in it before, he couldn’t get you, Ivy, Axel, or Autumn to stop. 

"That's good babe! What do you need me to do to help you?"

"That's the thing that I wanted to talk to you about. I don't want you to help me."

You were taken aback and Jack could see it all over your face as he looked up at you.

"But…"

"Let me explain. Baby, I need to do this on my own and I just feel like I still have something to prove. These past two years have been a lot and I just need to get my feelings about it out. Me thinking that you were going to divorce me, a surprise pregnancy with three children, not being able to bring them home at one time, and that's just the tip of the iceberg. I needed this break to spend time with the four of you and right before we found out you were pregnant, we were having issues and I'm now insecure and pick apart every little thing about myself wondering if I'm good enough to be your husband and good enough to be their father, I hate doing interviews, hate cameras being stuck in my face but I need to provide for all four of you and you know I’m going to.  I know I sound ungrateful but…"

"Baby, you sound human. And you know good and well that divorce never crossed my mind. Not even once. You know that you're it for me. If this is what you feel that you have to do, then do it. I am always right here beside you being your biggest cheerleader and now you have three more. I want to make sure my husband is okay and those three want their daddy to be okay. We love you and that is not going to change. And now I'm about to cry because why didn't you feel that you could come to me about that? You know that I'll always listen when you need me to. I knew that something had been off about you since they were born."

"I just…. I'm supposed to be the strong one. I'm the head of the household and if I break, then what? It didn’t hit me until they were actually here and seeing them and I knew this is what we both wanted but I was like fuck, they’re depending on me and what if I fall short and disappoint them? Or I disappoint you? I feel like I have the weight of the entire world on my shoulders." You were doing your best to hold back your tears because of what Jack was feeling.

"Jack, look at me. You do not have to be strong all the time. It is not even humanly possible. You have emotions just like the rest of us do. Like you are such an amazing husband and an amazing father and I don’t want you to doubt that for a minute. Yes, we had our issues, but we talked about them like adults should because we both wanted to be in this marriage and stopped being petty. Therapy has helped us come a long way. You should see how every time I talk about you, their faces light up like it's Christmas morning. Those babies love their daddy and your wife loves you to the moon and back. I just… want you to be okay. Please tell me you talked about this in therapy? You cannot be holding onto this. It's heavy."

Jack was quiet and you immediately sighed.

"Baby, we talked about this."

"I know, I know. I'll be better about it, I promise. Thank you for listening to me. I just didn’t know how you were going to take it seeing as you have written songs for me for every project that I have ever put out.”

“You never have to thank me for listening to you. I’m your wife and I always will. I know that you have it in you to write the most amazing album and I can’t wait to hear it. How far along are you?”

“Umm, about that….”

“Jackman…..”

“It’s actually almost finished. I just have to decide the final tracklist.”

“Either way, I’m proud of you.”

“So you’re not mad at me?” Jack quietly asked and you were looking at him dumbfounded.

“Why in the world would I be mad at you? You didn’t do anything wrong. This is what you want to do and I’m going to fully support you. But now you have me worried.”

“I don’t mean to have you worry, so that’s why I didn’t really say anything. We have enough to worry about with 3 kids.”

“Okay, that stops from this point forward. We aren’t doing that. Whenever you need to talk to me, you know that I’m always willing to listen. Do you not realize how important you are to me? Like, I need for my husband to be okay.” You replied and Jack didn’t say anything for a few minutes. All you heard was sniffling as he hugged you tighter.

“I.. know… I just feel sometimes like I don’t deserve it. I think back on some situations in how I treated you and honestly wondered why you didn’t just leave me then and there. Because I definitely deserved it. I definitely wasn’t the best husband towards you when the last album came out and I admit that the fame started getting to my head. I was pushing away the person that had been with me since day one, but still you stayed. Apology after apology and you still stayed. Everyone around me was trying to tell me, but it still wasn’t clicking. I don't know if I'll ever forgive myself for that. You were constantly putting me first despite trying to further your career and I really didn't notice how selfish I was being. I knew if I called you, you would drop anything that you were doing without a second thought. That wasn't a good example of me showing how much I love you when you know damn well I do and can't even put into words how much. I was literally anticipating for you to tell me you didn't want to be with me anymore. I don't even know what I would have done if you would have told me that."

“You want to know why I stayed?” You asked as you were now gently rubbing his back.

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I honestly don’t. I thought about separating from you for a little while, but never divorce. It seemed like during that time that I couldn't do anything right in your eyes so I wanted to distance myself. Shouldn't have to walk on eggshells in my own marriage. We've come a very long way. But one thing that I do know is that we’re a team and no matter what may happen or how mad we are at each other, we’re going to protect one another because this marriage means a lot to both of us. Because truth be told, if I didn’t want to be with you, I would have been gone a long time ago. All we can do is learn from it and move on, that's it. But, when I saw those blue eyes and curly hair, you were it for me and I knew it.”

“Be honest with me baby….”

“I always am.”

“Do you think we got married too early?”

You took a few seconds before answering him and finally did when he looked up at you.

"Baby?" 

“No. We were going to get married anyway, but I think that showed us early on how to compromise and really function as a team. I already knew going in that marriage isn’t always a cake walk, but there is no one else in this world that I would want to be married to.”

“I love you and I will never get tired of saying it. Even if I don't deserve having a wife like you. I promise to never make you feel like that again. You're my priority along with our three babies. And if I ever do, please tell me. Never want my wife to feel like she's not important to me.” Jack whispered as you slowly wiped away his tears.

“I love you too and I will never get tired of hearing it. You do deserve having a wife like me. We're going to get through this together just like we always do." 

—-

A few days later, you were woken up by Jack who had placed several kisses on your cheek and forehead since he was trying to leave early in order to be able to get back early.

"Baby, I'm about to leave but I shouldn't be gone long. My mom is downstairs with the kids, so you don't have to rush to get up, okay?"

You opened your eyes to look at him and gave him a small smile before nodding. 

"You want me to bring you back anything?"

"Pizza please. Been craving it."

"Okay, I'll get it for you. I love you. If you need me for anything and I mean anything, just call me." Jack said while leaning down to place another kiss on your forehead.

"Okay, I love you too."

You laid down for another hour or so before getting up and hopping into the shower. You made a mental note to get Julissa to do your hair soon since you were tired of it being in braids and wanted something different.

Once you got dressed and made your way downstairs, you saw Maggie playing with the triplets and whatever she was doing, they were fascinated by,  until Autumn saw you out of the corner of eye and got up and made her way towards you while smiling and you quickly reached down to pick her up.

“You sleep okay?” Maggie asked you and you eagerly nodded.

“I don’t even remember the last time that I actually got to sleep in. I hope that they were on their best behavior for you. Right Autumn?” You looked down at her and all she did was lay her head on your shoulder and you knew that served as your answer.

“They didn’t give me too much trouble. I ordered breakfast for you and it’s in the kitchen, you can hand her back to me so you can go and eat.” You nodded and as soon as Maggie tried to take Autumn you heard her soft whimpers and knew that she didn’t want you to put her down.

“Come on Autumn, go to grandma so mommy can eat.” You said while attempting again to hand her over to Maggie, but she had a death grip hold on you.

You simply sighed.

“It’s fine, I’ll just hold her and eat at the same time.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, she was the same way yesterday. Didn’t want me to put her down and the only other person she wanted to go to was Jack. But thank you for coming and watching them so I could sleep.”

“Of course, but you don’t have to thank me. You know that I would do anything for one of my children.”

All you did was smile before going into the kitchen to see that Maggie had ordered food from one of your favorite brunch spots that had the stuffed french toast that you liked so much. You piled your food onto the plate while still holding onto your youngest and threw it in the microwave for about a minute or so before taking it out and going to sit at the island. Two minutes later, Maggie joined you and sat across from you.

“Are you okay, I mean seriously? And do not lie to me.” Maggie asked while looking over at you.

“I think so. Taking it one day at a time and therapy is helping a lot. It was just so weird to go from it just being the two of us to now five of us and it’s been a lot of adjusting.”

“Jack said the same exact thing when I asked him.”

“I’m… worried about him. He puts on a good front, but I knew something deep down was bothering him.”

“Did he tell you what it was?”

“He told me last night and I told him that the next time he goes to therapy, everything he told me, he needs to tell her too. It wasn't necessarily bad, but I don’t think we really took into consideration that being married at 19 while still growing up ourselves is a lot to handle.”

“I’m happy that the two of you are communicating more and on better terms than you were before you found out you were pregnant.”

“It’s a work in progress, and we’ve come a long way. He actually told me last night how he thought that I was going to divorce him.”

“To be honest, I did too.” You did a double take as you listened to Maggie before she explained further.

“Really?”

“There were a few times that I had to pull him to the side and tell him that from the outside looking in, he wasn’t doing a very good job of being your husband and that I was concerned. I think it finally got through to him when you called off the wedding.”

“I told him the thought of divorce never crossed my mind, separation, yes, but never divorce. I felt like I was slowly losing him and I couldn’t handle that.”

“Some tough love from us finally served as his wake up call and I’m glad it happened. He doesn’t know this, but he’s not allowed to get married to anyone else. You’ve been my daughter since you were 14 and nothing about that is going to change. I just see how much he lights up when anyone talks about you and I was definitely worried about his mental state and how it would be if you did decide to divorce him.”

“The look on his face when I called off the wedding was enough, but he should’ve seen that coming from a mile away from what he had told me.”

As you reached up to put another bite of food in your mouth, Autumn took it upon herself to slide the piece of french toast off your fork and proceeded to put it in her mouth and then went back to lay on your shoulder.

“Seriously Autumn Danielle?” You said while Maggie was laughing.

All she did was smile at you as you pinched her cheek.

“Either way, I’m happy that you two are on the same page now.”

“We had no other choice, this is definitely for the long haul and we both want this. So, we know what we need to do in order to make this marriage last. 

—

It was now midnight and Jack’s album had just been released and you were excited to hear it. This was the first time that he wasn’t going to have a big album release party and he said he simply wanted to be with you and not around a lot of people. The triplets were sleeping as you were in your bedroom waiting for Jack to come back from checking on them so you could listen to it.

When he finally did, he looked extremely nervous as he sat down next to you and brought you into his lap while kissing your cheek. 

“Baby, you okay?” You asked and he simply nodded.

“I just hope you like it.”

“I know I will, so stop worrying.” You answered him as you pressed play on Apple Music and the first few notes from Common Ground started to play. 

You planned on listening to it the entire way through before saying anything to Jack and you could tell that he was getting antsy when you were now six songs in and didn’t say anything so he took it upon himself to press pause just before the second verse of Denver started to play.

“What’s wrong?” You asked and he simply sighed.

“You’ve been quiet so far, you hate it, don’t you?”

“Babe, no I don’t. I just wanted to tell you what I thought about it when I finished. If it makes you feel any better, I love it so far and I love how you mentioned cumming in me like you were sterile because you did that entirely too many times.”

“And not ONCE did I hear you complain. Wait, except that one time when I thought I got you pregnant.”

“And I will never let you forget it.”

Once you had fully finished, you set your phone down to the side before sliding off Jack’s lap in order to turn and face him.

“Baby….”

“Yes?” Jack quietly said before picking up his head to look at you and seeing that you had a smile on your face.

“I am so fucking proud of you.”

“Really? You like it?”

“DUH! I love it. You showed the vulnerable side of you, the side that your fans don’t get to see and even the side that your wife doesn’t always get to see.”

“What’s your favorite one?”

“No Enhancers of course.”

“I always tell you that I love you just the way you are and that you don’t need to change anything about yourself.”

“Well, I love you right back tenfold.”

“I know that you have been feeling insecure about your body lately and how it changed because of the pregnancy so I wanted to do this for you. I’ll take the stretch marks and cellulite all day because that body brought three lives into this world at one time and if that’s not the definition of you being a badass, I don’t know what is.”

This instantly made you tear up. From not being able to bring the triplets home at the same time and bouts of postpartum depression, you had a lot on your shoulders. Just as you knew something was off with Jack, he knew that something was off about you too when they were born.

“I love you a whole whole lot and marrying you is probably one of the best decisions that I ever made.”

“Wait, probably?”

“Yes, the first one was saying yes to being your girlfriend.”

“Oh, that’s fair.”

“Umm, babe?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course you can.”

“I never brought this up because I didn’t really know how to approach it. But, when we were younger, I noticed that there was a disconnect between you and Clay. Blame on Me actually doesn’t surprise me at all. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it then, but now hearing it makes more sense. Baby, Clay absolutely loves and adores you and he always has. Even when you’re not around, he talks about how proud he is of his big brother.”

“I… you noticed?”

“I did, but didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to upset you.”

“So you remember how sometimes I would call you in the middle of the night and ask to come over?”

“Yes.”

“I would always say that I missed you and that was true, but it would primarily be because me and my dad got into it and I didn’t want to be in the house anymore. He would get on me about everything and being the perfect role model for Clay and that’s why I would also spend a lot of time with you. You made me forget all that I had going on. I didn’t want to burden you with that.”

“Either way, I’m happy you acknowledged it and that you and Clay are closer now. He’s your only brother and you need to cherish that. I don’t have mine anymore and I wish I did.”

“I know and I have to be better about that. And he doesn’t even mention it.”

“That’s just how he is, you know that. But, on a serious note, there was no doubt in my mind that you wouldn’t pull this off. I am so proud of you and I probably can’t say that enough.”

“I appreciate you and hearing approval come from you is all the confirmation that I need. But one more thing, baby. Pull up the credits to my album on your phone."

You did as you were told and did a double take when you looked down to executive producer.

Executive Producer: Jack Harlow, Y/N Y/M/N Harlow, Ivy May Harlow, Axel Wyatt Harlow, and Autumn Danielle Harlow

"Babe..." You said while looking over at him.

"Same thing as before, just in case. I want to make sure that all of you are taken care of no matter what."

You immediately kissed his cheek before you embraced him and all he did was hug you back tighter.

It was now around 3 in the afternoon when you, Jack, and the triplets were going up and down Bardstown to place physical copies of his album so people could have them.

Ivy and Axel were walking with you while Autumn was with Jack and kept running ahead no matter how many times he would tell her to stop and wait for him.

Jack had given her one of the albums and asked her where they should put it.

“Autumn, where do you want to put this one?”

“Here.”

She proceeded to climb on one of the benches and place it behind in the flower box that it was leaning against. While you, Ivy, and Axel were doing the same thing trying to put the albums in different places where people could see them. 

“Autumn! Stop running ahead of daddy and wait for him!”

She heard you and immediately whipped her head around and pouted. You knew she was excited to help, but your main concern was keeping her safe.

“Otay.” Was all she muttered before Jack handed her another one and she wanted to put it on a coffee table outside of one of the many coffee shops and helped her reach up to put it there. 

Not even two minutes later, she took off running again, and Jack promptly picked her up when he caught her and looked at her in disbelief.

“That’s it, you’ve lost your walking privileges.” Jack told her as you stifled a laugh and she was trying to wiggle her way out of his arms in order to get down, but he wasn’t having it.

“But..”

“Not a chance, so you can forget it.” Jack said and she sighed in defeat before laying her head on his shoulder.

“You look like me, but you are your mother’s child up and down.” Jack said while looking down at Autumn.

“Jackman, watch yourself. I heard that.”

“Well, I didn’t exactly whisper it, did I?!”

“I’m so done with you.”

“You love me.”

“Sadly to say.”

“WHAT?!”

“Just kidding, smush. Come on and let’s hurry up and finish because Axel is about to be down for the count.” 

You only had a few more copies left and noticed Axel starting to get sleepy since he bumped into your leg while all of you were walking twice. You simply picked him up while still keeping an eye on Ivy who was placing another one under a tree.  

“Thank you for coming with me.” Jack said as he leaned down to kiss you and Autumn decided to smash your faces together and laugh.

“You’re welcome, now get your daughter.”

“Look, at least she’s not in the fridge this time.”

Later that night, the two of you were laying down in the backyard while looking up at the night sky and the baby monitor was next to Jack. tYou were simply laying on his chest and he was rubbing small circles on your back when you heard his voice.

“Babe, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Of course.” You said while sitting up and looking at him. 

“Okay, so… Thank you for always being supportive of me and being the best wife that anyone could ever ask for. I know the past year or so has been the hardest one in our marriage to date, but I’m happy that we overcame it. You also gave me the best gift that I could have ever asked for besides you saying yes to marrying me which is our three children and they have the most amazing mother that anyone could ask for. Everyday you make me a better person and I can’t see myself being without you. I haven’t been without you since I was fourteen and that’s not about to happen any time soon if I have anything to do with it. I can’t even put into words how much I love you and how much you mean to me. So, with all that being said, I want to do this the right way this time, how do you feel about marrying me for a second time?” Jack asked as he presented a ring to you that was definitely an upgrade from your other one. 

“It’s about time you asked me and this is exactly how you asked me the first time.” You said remembering that night perfectly.

"But I have a ring this time."

"Hmm, you've gotten something right in the almost 12 years we've been together."

“So, is that a yes?”

“You already know it’s a yes. It’s you and me, forever.”

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y/ninsta: words cannot even begin to express how proud I am of you 🥺💕

jackharlow: I love you and thank you for always supporting me. you don't know how much it means to me.

y/ninsta: jackharlow always baby but um I don't appreciate you putting my goodies on display. imma let you slide this one time and this time only

sza: ahhhh! so proud of you!

saweetie: okay jack jack! I see you!

lilnasx: go support the album yall, he got 3 kids to feed now lmao jackharlow: lilnasx might be more coming soon too y/ninsta: jackharlow you better get the fuck on somewhere smh

jackharlow: y/ninsta your goodies?

y/ninsta: jackharlow them titties is MINE sir and no one else's 🙄

jackharlowsource: are we getting a video for any of the songs!?

jackharlow: jackharlowsource wifey actually directed one

allthingsy/n: OKAY, GETTING HER DIRECTING SKILLS ON! GO HEAD MRS. HARLOW!

urbandjack25: we can't wait to see it!

jackharlow: y/ninsta same goes for yours

y/ninsta: jackharlow aht aht! you gotta share them with your offspring now lmao

jackharlow: y/ninsta and they need to stop cockblocking

y/ninsta: JACKMAN CUT IT OUT

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jackharlow: she said YES... again lol

I got the most amazing wife in the world y/ninsta and I want to give her the wedding she always dreamed of so.... December 21st it's going DOWN!

y/ninsta: I love you so so much. this was definitely unexpected but I couldn't be happier 😭

urbanwyatt: best man checking in

claybornharlow: urbanwyatt I thought that was me?

urbanwyatt: claybornharlow I thought you were still trying to get y/ninsta's hand in marriage?

claybornharlow: urbanwyatt this might be as close as I get

dualipa: my invite better not get lost in the mail. claybornharlow I have a plan in place 👀

jackharlow: dualipa a plan for WHAT? I will bring my blow torch, flame thrower, all of it

y/ninsta: jackharlow baby! cut it out!

jackharlow: y/ninsta she started it!

lilnasx: cannot wait to catch the bouquet this time, jackharlow you better not mess this shit up for me

druski2funny: and look how the life partner gets treated smh

jackharlow: druski2funny because unlike you, me and my wife went to therapy

druski2funny: jackharlow we could've been great together

y/ninsta: druski2funny back away from my man NEOW

saweetie: YESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

blancahood: already started planning the bachelorette partyyyyyyy

jessicakelce: awwww so happy for you two!!

y/ninsta: jackharlow let's make these next 10 years the best yet

jackharlow: y/ninsta and I know exactly how

y/ninsta: jackharlow ?

jackharlow: y/ninsta more babies

yninsta: jackharlow good FUCKING bye

jackharlow: y/ninsta give me another year and watch your ass fold

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[hwasshvur]

Little siss i’m proud of how far you’re coming along!! With that being said i’m leaving a request for a best friend vampire! seonghwa who turns the reader after she gets hurt and near death - asia 💋

Now big sis ... You know I had to run and write this as fast as I could. Why would you do this to me knowing that Seonghwa is my husband in my head? </3 - Nasia

This will definitely have that interview with a vampire feel when they turn Claudia! (If you watched the show yk )

Eternal bonds

Pairing: Vampire! Seonghwa x Female reader

WARNINGS: Angst, Death, Blood, Near death experience, Murder

12:26 PM.

"I'll be okay! It's not every day you see a vampire seong" You said to your best friend as you gave him one last hug. Seonghwa and his group were going on a meeting with other vampires, As much as he wanted you to go he knew he couldn't he wasn't risking his best friend being used as a Kool-Aid jammer by the other vampires. "I know but please be careful when you're going out tonight there are wild vampires that lurk where you're going tonight" He sighed and kissed your cheek. You nodded with a small smile "I will" you said backing away to hug Wooyoung and Yeosang. You wave goodbye to them as they get in the limo. "Well, it's just me and the bodyguards until 10 pm," you said to yourself. You walked into your room and started cleaning up.

9:29PM.

You're on the phone with your friends Ruby and Lisa talking and getting ready "Soooo...Y/N are you planning on having a one-night stand or did you and MATZ ( hint of a story ?? ) finally stop ignoring your feelings and get together." Lisa asked as she added the final touches to her makeup. "Me and MATZ do not have anything going on" You rolled your eyes as you fixed your hair. "Right..." Ruby said spraying her perfume. "Whateverrr I'll see you guys at the club," You said laughing and hanging up. Your phone was at 100% so you didn't need to charge it phone as you walked outside to the car your bodyguard turned out your phone dinged it was from Seonghwa. 'Be careful star...<3' You smiled and replied 'I will <3" you got in the car. looking out the window as you left the mansion. "Hey angel" you called to your bodyguard. "Yes miss?" The bodyguard responded as he looked at you through the rearview mirror. "Can you go back to the house when I arrive at the club I don't want to be followed" You asked fixing your bracelets nervously you never asked that before knowing that ATEEZ would've been on your ass for even thinking about wandering alone with a bodyguard. "I can't do that," Angel said looking at you with pity. "Please. It's embarrassing to even have fun knowing you're watching me." You said bunching your fists. Angel sighed and kept his eyes on the road as he found a parking space "Okay fine. But if anything happens you call me." Angel said getting out of the car and walking towards your side of the car and opening the door. "Thank you so much!" you said smiling at the muscular man walking towards your friends. "You look so good!" Ruby said twirling you around. "Thank you y'all look so sexy!" You giggled. "I love your dress Y/N," Lisa said hugging you. "Thank you! Let's go get some drinks." You smiled and walked inside the club with your friends.

You and your friends had danced for two hours and sat down and started drinking for the other 30 minutes you were tipsy when you decided to walk out of the club for fresh air hating the stuffy air that was inside the building. "Are you lost little lamb?" A voice called out to you. You turned around and saw a man dressed up in a suit and tie his hair perfectly slicked back. "I'm perfectly fine." You said sbering up completely and turned your back and continued walking. You weren't stupid you knew he was a vampire and you were damned if you let him drain you dry right here and right now. You walked still through his faint footsteps behind you until you saw a gas station that was open 24 hours and decided to walk in there and explain to the worker that a man who was all dressed up was following you. The worker told you to hide in the far back aisle and call a ride and that's what you did. But not even 10 minutes later you heard a scream, as you peeked your head out the aisle you saw the worker getting his heart ripped straight out by the vampire. Your eyes widened as you texted seonghwa. 'Help. Vampire followed me out of the club and followed me to a gas station and killed the worker' You sent your location and started to dial Angel your bodyguard when... "What do you think you're doing?" The vampire said to you before he jumped on top of you and bit you drinking only a little bit of your blood and letting the rest surround your body as you lay there choking on your own blood..

When you sent Seonghwa the message he wasted no time and grabbed the 7 of his members ran out of the house they were in and demanded their driver to speed to the location you gave to him. Wooyoung and Yeosang were trying to calm him down as his eyes darkened. While the others clearly were on Seonghwa's side repeating "What if he kidnapped her or worst fucking kidnapped her?" The pair eventually gave up because they were scared of what happened to you. As the driver finally made it to the destination Seonghwa wasted zero time and looked for you and that's when he saw legs hanging out of the back aisle while the others looked for this vampire around and out of the store. His non-beating heart dropped as he ran to you that's when he saw you coughing "Seong..." You said coughing up blood. He picked you up holding you. "Star...don't talk.." He said analyzing your neck. He didn't want to turn you but he had to and he knew it. He was begging for you to forgive him in his head as he lifted your body up and began to drink your blood. You whined and winced in pain trying to push him off with like 1% of energy left in you. He suddenly stopped and bit his wrist and brought it to your mouth and that's when your hazy eyes shot up full of "life" as you held his wrist to your mouth until he jerked his wrist back. "Welcome back star." He said smiling to you.

[kyurume]

i love you. (even if i lose you)

channel 3: the universe gave you a chance.

wc: 1.4k

warning(s): crying and stuff

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"anndd.. perfect."

alice was over at your place. since it was a saturday. she was helping you figure out what type of hairdo you fit best.

"you look great!"

the smell of burning hair, and hairspray wafts in the room, the messy desk filled with all kinds of hairpins and hairbrushes, and that one can of hairspray you borrowed from your mom, almost ran out.

"can i take a picture? it's for my blog. i won't show your face, don't worry."

you give her your full consent for the picture. of course she has a blog. you can hear the snapping of her camera. then, after the chit-chatting about your hair, she asks this question.

"hey, do you happen to know what kind of girl soobin likes?"

you pause. but you continued.

"he.. likes girls who have lots in common with him."

you awkwardly smile, as she clasps her hands together excitedly.

"he likes anime and i like it too! seems like i do have a chance."

you wanted to sabotage her, but you know that karma exists. you question why the universe makes everything go badly for you. what did you deserve to be this badly treated by it?

alice seems to notice you're quite sad.

"are you okay, (yn)? are you exhausted by my love talk or my hairstyling because you had to stay still for an hour and 45 minutes?"

she giggles, grabbing your hand and allowing you to lay on the bed, despite her hardwork trying to make you look good. she sits beside you, and comforts you, like a mother.

"this is weird. but you make a good mom, you know?"

you joked, but that's how you really felt. your mother wasn't really present in your life, and she has no time for you. you had to learn how to live at a young age.

"oh, really? thanks. i'll invite you to me and soobin's wedding."

she pats my head, and goes on her phone to post the photos from earlier to her blog. you continued having her over at your place every weekend, giving her advice for winning soobin over. (that you usually use for yourself.) you have been getting along with her often. she reveals things to you like, she was raised in america but she's korean, how america was like, and all of that. then, the day came, where everything you worked so hard for, is all for nothing.

-

after school, alice was with you, you helped her pick out clothes, and look her best, for today, is when she confesses to him. your hands tremble, as you put her necklace on. she grabs your hand gently.

"i know you're nervous for me. don't worry, if he rejects me, let's have a girl's night out, okay?"

that's something alice shouldn't even worry about, since she has soobin in the bag. it took you years for him to actually open up to you, and it took only a few months for her to make him fall. the world isn't fair, you felt like a terrible person feeling this way, you almost cried. your chest hurt, your throat tightens.

"y-yeah."

you secured her necklace, and fluff her hair up, to make her hair look thick. your voice trembles, embarrassed, you head to the bathroom, for a bathroom break. you grip the sink, the metal bracelets on your hand making noises on the ceramic. alice knocks on the door, reminding you it was already 5:20 pm.

-

"do your best."

you hold her hands in yours, it was 6pm, you, and alice wanted to hang out at the park, for alice to confess to soobin. since beomgyu was still sick, he couldn't come with you. alice was sweating, and nervous. she looked gorgeous, and had her best makeup on. soobin was waiting near the park fountain, coincidentally, the park was empty at this time. all you could do is watch while she nervously fidgets with her skirt. that should be you, winning soobin over. you closed your eyes, and imagined yourself to be alice. but opened them again. these thoughts are wrong, and you should support her. you watch as soobin held her tight, hugging her. the thunder rumbles, as rain falls from the sky, the new couple runs in the rain to the coffee shop across the park, leaving you there. soobin's jacket was over the both of them. giggling, and smiling, as alice looks back at you behind the trees, holding up a thumbs up, as they run.

you look up at the sky, your clothes wet, as you just let it all out, your tears being washed away in the rain, the gray clouds hover above you, the cars passing by, as you slump down on the grass, bawling your eyes out, your hair wet, and your surroundings calm. you go on your phone, that was in your purse. thank god it was waterproof. alice sent a selfie of the both of them in the coffee shop.

you sob uncontrollably. you shake, as the wind coldly breezes by, your heart torn to pieces, like it's being mauled by a wild animal. everything, was never intended for you. this story, is not for you. it's for her, the main character of the world. the brightest girl. the loveliest person on earth. she was born for that sole purpose. you were nothing but some character in the crowd. the rain comforts you, your shirt probably being transparent at this point.

you wanted to disappear. all these emotions. your physical body. you wanted the ground to swallow you up. your socks in your shoes, now soiled and wet. you try and call a cab, but your battery's dead. you sigh, and get up, and run in the rain, to the nearest shelter, you imagined soobin right beside you, shielding you from the rain, giggling and laughing. you smile too. you felt and looked so crazy, but you couldn't care less. you stopped, as you felt a hand grip your wrist, the rain stops flowing, but the surroundings were still rainy, you turn around and see beomgyu, with a guilty face, and a fever patch on his forehead, bringing you into a hug.

"weren't you sick? go home, beomgyu."

you try and push him away, his dry clothes, wet because of you. he stares at you, looking hurt. he brings you into another hug, this time, you accept it.

you tremble, as he silently comforts you.

"i shouldn't be crying like this in front of you, i look like a tall child." my voice cracks.

my sunny facade, cracked away, as i continue speaking with a hoarse voice.

"is it so hard to ask for happiness?"

beomgyu folds the umbrella, leaving you at the stormy weather's mercy, he takes off his jacket, and covering the both of you with it, as he wraps his other arm around your waist, as you run in the rain, to the nearest bus stop. you waited under the roof of the bus stop, his jacket now soaked, and he squeezes the water out of his jacket, and puts it on his shoulder.

"i've been waiting to tell you this, (yn)."

".. what?"

he tucks a wet strand of hair on your face, to see it clearly..

"i like you. i've always liked you, ever since we met, but i had no chance over soobin."

"..."

"i know you're gonna reject me, since your heart is broken and you're not gonna trust love anymore, and all that but—"

"i'll try."

".. try what?"

you smiled, and held his hand gently, his cold fingers intertwined with your own.

"i'll try and fall for you. i'll give you the chance you need and deserve."

his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth lifted up into a smile.

"i'll try my best to win you over."

the bus arrives, the two of you still holding hands, into the safety of the bus. you and beomgyu sat next to eachother, you on the right, next to a window. beomgyu sneezed, as the rain and cold got to him and made him even more sick.

"oh, god. i guess i have to be—"

he turns over to you, fast asleep, on the window, he put his hand on your head, gently leaning your head on his shoulder, as he looks at the window, making sure you two stop at the bus stop near your home. the rain pitter-patters on the metal of the bus, the wheels splashing the puddles, the atmosphere peaceful and warm.

.

.

.

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the universe gave you a chance.

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notes: LOLLLLLLL big L for (yn) but they got beomgyu tho so... w?

[kaddyssammlung]

I've been thinking a lot about the rituals that I had when it comes to SH.

Let me just type a little...

So yes TW: SH, graphic with words

(to anyone who is new here...so I do post everything into this blog that's on my mind right now but I hide certain topics so you can just scroll and look for ST content when you feel like it. I like having everything in one blog. But also I don't anyone to read something that they are not in the mood for. )

Self-harm or, even when it came to my drinking, my routine always was very ritualistic. I don't even know why that is. It just was like that. When I was still in school I usually got the school early and made a few cuts while no one was around, I usually went to the toilet to do that, and then I was good for that day.

When I got older that changed. I liked just sitting at my desk.

When I had my little slip-ups last year I noticed that I still do it the same way.

I take out my blades and choose one. You know the typical razor blades the ones with two sharp edges on each side. You know what I mean and no I won't post a picture.

I sit down a choose a spot. There is not much left. The scars on my wrist are placed in a way so that I can hide them under my watch and one or two bracelets. The ones on my thighs are placed so that I can hide them under my shorts, especially my running shorts. If I were to add another “line” then they will show and I don't want that. That contradiction of wanting to hurt yourself but still having that need to hide everything because of all the shame that I feel when it comes to it.

Anyway, so I choose a spot and then I start. Depending on how I feel I will either make one deep wound or many small ones that have the same length and are evenly spaced. Symmetry does matter so much and no I don't why that is.

When I'm done then it's time to “clean up”. Which I won't share because it feels to personal. It's scared.

I had to write this down. I'm fine btw. Just tired. I guess I will just go to bed now and yes it's only 6:30 pm here but who cares. Right?!

[blurrycow]

My favorite plant is a fern, because my mother loves them. i want to fill my house with plants but i can never keep them alive. My favorite color is orange because no one likes it, and the most vibrant times of existence are those when the orange of the sky blinds you. i love to collect stickers, even though im running out of places to put them. I play piano but i refuse to use sheet music- at first it was out of lack of knowledge, but now its more out of defiance. I pretend like my life is a movie a lot, because it makes it more enjoyable. i like cats but im allergic, so i say i like dogs better. I know the words to every song in All Time Low’s album Future Hearts. I only drink earl grey tea, always with oat milk and two sugars. Ive spent four years writing a novel in my head that doesn’t even exist yet. I still make rubber band loom bracelets even though it’s 2023. I got the loom from a white elephant at a family christmas party. Eleven pm is my favorite time of day. I love the city. Every year i do a dance show in june. this year makes it a decade of performing there. After the performance, we go to ice cream, and it is eleven o clock, and the night is young but oh so old, and i feel like i could linger in the arms of the night forever. i love to dance and i love to sing and sure, maybe im not going to go anywhere with that, but im going to try, and i think i’ll make it. Im positive most of my friends are going to be famous. sometimes at twelve o clock in the morning i climb up to the attic and open the big box windows and lean out, and i smell the crisp night air, and i sing myself a little tune, and then i go back to my room and sit criss cross on the bench of my piano and watch the moon streaming through the windows. Every january me and my mom and my brother and three of my oldest friends go to a lantern festival in dc and it is late and i put on my music that feels just right. one time my family went camping at this site right near the water. when it got dark i sat on the dock and drew circles with my feet in the water and gazed up at the stars and listened to Georgia by vance joy. sometimes i am miserable but i am trying not to be. i am trying to make my life full to bursting, and i hope to god it is working. 

you dont know me, no. but now i think you know me a little more than anyone.

[captainatarime]

A Surprise Visit (1/3)

[Hagglefish Market, Atarime's house, 10:43 pm, moments before the invasion...]

It was 10:43 pm, Atarime was sleeping in her room, while she was sleeping, she was still remembering what happened at work, no one had believed her, but she was sure that she saw something, suddenly...

"Wah! Wah!"

Sparkles was desperately trying to wake her up, until finally, after several attempts, Atarime woke up.

"Um...? Sparkles...? what's wro-"

[CRASH!]

"What the-!?"

Not far from there, she heard as if several houses were being destroyed, the screams of people could be heard very close to there, Atarime did not understand what was happening, until she heard a terrifying scream...

"No... it can not be!" Atarime recognized the scream immediately, it was from a cohozuna, but how!? Without hesitating for a moment, she got up, she got dressed in her normal clothes, took her sword and left her room to go out and see what was happening

"What's going on!?" Elizabeth left her room scared, apparently she also heard what was happening outside

"I think there's a Cohozuna! Elizabeth! Go to Splatsville!" Atarime said as she left the house, Sparkles also accompanied her

As she left her house, Atarime noticed that the sky had turned a reddish color with some clouds, and then... Atarime saw it... it was a huge cohozuna, it was attacking the Hagglefish Market and the people, it had destroyed some houses and now it was approaching to the city to continue with the destruction

"SH*T! IT'S A COHOZUNA!" Atarime said, she quickly went near where the Cohozuna was to help the people escape "EVERYONE! EVACUATE HAGGLEFISH MARKET NOW! GO TO SPLATSVILLE!"

Once Atarime managed to evacuate all the people without the Cohozuna seeing her, she knew it was time to attack, she was about to launch her first attack... until she heard a familiar voice...

"AWWW! WHERE IS EVERYONE!? WE JUST ARRIVED! HAHAHA!"

That voice...

No...! impossible!

Immediately, the Cohozuna turned around and saw Atarime

"OH! LOOK COHOZUNA! IT LOOKS LIKE WE FOUND HER! HAHAHA!" above the Cohozuna, an Inkling half Salmonid talked... smiling after seeing Atarime... She climbed down from the Cohozuna to see Atarime

Seeing her, Atarime recognized her immediately... no! it couldn't be true! it was...

"ATARIME! MY OLD FRIEND! IT'S BEEN YEARS SINCE THE LAST TIME I SAW YOU! HAHAHA!" Pearl exclaimed with a smile

Atarime was speechless... She even dropped her sword... she couldn't believe it... Pearl was alive! but... but what had happened to her? She managed to see that Pearl had a bracelet with the symbol of Kamabo Co, she knew that Tartar had done something to Pearl

"Ooooh? what's wrong? aren't you going to say hiii? heheh!" Pearl said as she laughed

"No it can't be! Pearl! What did they do to you!?" Atarime finally spoke

"ATARIME!" Elizabeth quickly went to where Atarime was to help her "I know you told me to go to Splatsville but...! AAAAAH! WHAT IS THAT!? IT'S HUGE!"

"Oooooh? Who is she? You made new friends, Atarime?" Pearl said "But it doesn't matter! You know... there's something important I have to do... and that's kill you!"

"Ki... Kill me!?" Atarime said

"That's right hahaha! You see... I was assigned the mission to kill you!" Pearl said as she laughed "And once I'm done with you... I'll attack this city you've been living in all this time! Hahaha!"

"A... Atarime...? what do we do now?" Elizabeth said scared

"Pearl. I don't want to fight you. I know the Kamabo Co. did this to you... but... I won't let you destroy the city." Atarime said

"K... Kamabo Co...?" Elizabeth thought, She didn't know what Atarime was talking about

"..." Pearl looked angry at Atarime

"Hm... So we're going to do this to the hard way huh...?" Pearl said "FINE BY ME! BATTLE TO THE DEATH!"

Pearl quickly jumped on the Cohozuna, who made another terrifying scream

"PREPARE TO DIE!"

The Cohozuna launched an attack against Atarime and Elizabeth, separating them from the place where they were

"ELIZABETH! RUN! RUN TO SPLATSVILLE!" Atarime yelled at Elizabeth, she took her sword and started to attack

"What!? No!" Elizabeth said "I don't want to leave you!"

"DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME! RUN! RUN NOW!" Atarime said while she was fighting the Cohozuna, Elizabeth had no choice but to run away from there.

"NO NO NO! I CAN'T LEAVE HER! I have to do something! That thing is going to kill her! what do I do!? what do I do!? what do I do!? I have to do something!" Elizabeth thought as she ran to Splatsville

"Grizzco... Grizzco! I have to go to Grizzco industries immediately for help!"

[nikmikaelsonswife]

worth the wait.

warnings: public (boat) sex, mentions of bodily fluids, strong language, unprotected sex, dirty talking, slight dom!jj, 18+

a/n: gif from this post. older jj and reader as i don’t feel comfortable writing smut between minors.

shit had hit the fan and this was the downfall; slow paced, tension filled, the slip from the tip of the iceberg.

just you, him, the hms pogue and the water. and a fucking gorgeous sunset, painting the sky in hues of oranges, pinks, purples and cotton candy blues. your favorite time of day, signaling the night side, no doubt in your mind that jj had chosen this specific time for a reason.

seven pm on the dot, he’d said in his late night text, which filled you with so much anxiety and thoughts that you’d only been able to get in three hours of sleep. come alone, i needa talk to you. ill be there, promise. you’d been locked up in your room all day, afraid to run into him and get a hint on what he wanted to say.

and yet, now as you sat across from him, you still had not one fucking clue.

your fingers trembled nervously in your lap, the only noise was the sound of you nervously clearing your throat. the waiting game was killing you, but you weren’t going to speak first. he’d asked you to come here, the mic was his. in the midst of the silence, you took the time to take in his appearance. the cherry red snapback that sat backwards on his head, flattening his long, blonde locks, the same one that smelled like your laundry detergent from that one time you left it in your pocket after stuffing it in there so he wouldn’t lose it. the off white wife beater that hugged his stomach and chest, showed off his biceps. you loved it when he wore it, hated the fact that it came up short regarding appearances.

you were staring at his bracelets when he finally spoke.

“you cold?”

your eyes flickered up to meet his, quirking a brow in confusion until another chill racked down your spine, shoulders shivering in response. “a little.” you cleared your throat again, voice raspy from not speaking in so long.

he stood, disappearing behind the cockpit before returning with a navy blue button up. a whiff of cologne met your nostrils when he took the seat next to you, knee knocking against your own before he draped the shirt around your shoulders. “better?”

you nodded, sighing. “yeah. better.”

“good.” his gaze shifted to his lap, hand coming up to flick his ear. “okay, so, uh, shit, i don’t even know how to start. thought about what i wanted to say to you hundreds of times, all i could think about since i sent that text, and im still a fuckin’ mess.”

your hand found his forearm, palm soft against the course hairs there. “take your time, j. no rush.”

he paused, eyes shifting between your own, adams apple bobbing within his throat. “and you’re…still so damn perfect.” he covered his hand with your own, rings cool against your warm fingers, gaze dropping once again as his hair blew in the wind. you wanted to return the sentiment but decided to stay quiet and allow him to speak.

“okay. im just gonna come out and say it and stop bullshittin’ around. i know you hate that no matter how patient you are with me.”

“i like you, y/n. more than just friends, more than i like anyone. and i have for…” he trailed off, shaking his head as he flicked his ear again, “…since before i can remember, honestly. and it’s killin’ me to tell you and have you sittin’ here, lookin’ at me like that. i can’t tell how you’re feelin’.”

“and im not asking for anything more than friendship if you don’t feel the same, even if you do. id love it, but i don’t want to force anything on you. and i know the whole rule about no pogue on pogue mackin’ but we both know nobody really cares about th—”

“shut the fuck up, jj.” his brows furrowed in offense, before his face relaxed once you grabbed him by his nape and brought his lips to yours.

softer than you expected, a bit wet from his tongue that was now making it’s way inside your mouth. you were clueless as to how it’d progressed as much as it did. aside from breaking apart from him to straddle his waist and the muffled consent in the form of—“we doin’ this?” “mhm.” “you sure?” “shit, john b’s gonna be pissed.” “he won’t know what we don’t tell.”—you were lost.

his fingers had worked the strings of your bikini bottoms so quick, laying you down on the floor of the boat before throwing that same button up over his ass just in case. you tugged his shorts down his hips, allowing him to settle in the space between your thighs.

“ready, baby?”

“been ready, baby.”

“if i would’ve known confessing would’ve ended like this—”

“jj.”

he smirked before enveloping your lips in another kiss, longer and sweeter than first. less teeth clash, less lip bite, more feel, more jaw work. as you got lost in it, brain clouded, he slid his length against your slit, drenching his cock in your arousal. “shit, baby. i made you wait for so long. m’sorry.”

you gasped, back arching as he kissed your open mouth, eyes on the stars that began to litter the darkening sky. he reached between your bodies to guide his tip toward your entrance, fingers lacing through yours before he slowly began to push inside.

his eyes fluttered shut, lashes golden against his flushed cheeks. a low moan rumbled his chest, a hiss caught at his teeth. “so fuckin’ wet, you’re so warm, baby, clenchin’ around my cock like that.”

his balls tapped against your pussy once he was fully sheathed. he nudged his nose with yours. “how are you doin’?”

“good. so so good, jj.”

“look at me.”

you did as he said, earning a smile which made your own lips curl into one on instinct.

he adjusted so that his thighs could push your legs further apart, raising your arms above your head while keeping your fingers intertwined so that his body was stretched out above yours. and without warning, he pulled nearly all the way out before driving back home.

you yelped, legs quivering at the sudden, brutal pace. his hips ground against yours, “don’t look away from me, y/n. ill pull out.” you found his eyes once again, gut flushing with heat at the concentrated furrow between his eyebrows.

jj was relentless, rubbing his pelvis against your clit just enough so it pushed you there faster. crossing your wrists, he held them both with one hand in order to tug down your bikini top with the other. he sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, groaning, cock pulsing and growing noticeably thicker at the sight of your bare tits.

he took a couple seconds to admire the way they bounced with each jut of his hips before he dipped his head down, taking one of your nipples inside his mouth.

mewling, you arched your back, pushing your chest closer to his mouth as his tongue swirled around the hardened bud. “oh,” you breathed, hair a mess atop your head as he let go of your wrists completely to grab the backs of your knees and hike the up. the new angle had him impossibly deeper, the head of cock brushing that spot that had you seeing stars of your own. your hands found his ass cheeks, nails sinking into the flesh.

he’d lifted up, gripping the breast he’d failed to give attention to, massaging and flicking the nipple as he rocked into you. “s’pretty like this. all fucked up n’ happy while my dick is deep inside ya.”

his mouth. you clenched hard, which had him throwing his head back, his hat that had been barely hanging on completely flying off. “fuck, i wanna come. i need you to come.”

the temperature was low, the water carrying cool winds that should’ve had you shivering. but with jj’s body heat and the exertion sex with him was putting you through, you were scorching fucking hot. sweat glistened across jj’s bare chest, as he’d discarded his muscle tank somewhere along the way down. he’d never been so sexy in your eyes.

“make me come, then. i know you can do it, baby.”

he whined, falling back on top of you, but not too fast that it hurt you. he snuck a hand back down to thumb at your clit, fucking you like that while his mouth returned to sucking your tits. and after that, it didn’t take long for you to gush all around his cock, your moans so loud they echoed out into the night.

it was dark out when jj pulled out and emptied his load all over your bikini and breasts.

“shit.”

pulling up his shorts, jj turned, searching for something over his shoulder before he crawled over to it. coming back the that same wife beater, he used it to wipe up all the cum on your chest. not before he took out his phone and snapped a pic, the flash nearly blinding you. though, you didn’t say anything, trusting jj with your life and more.

he then laid at your side, limply adjusting your bikini to cover up your private parts. “you're mine now, right?”

“always have been, perv.”

he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“cleaning this spot up so john b doesn’t kick my ass, one, two, three, not it!”

“that’s for tag, idiot.”

[hooniee]

touch bond bracelets with enhypen <3

↷enhypen hyung line x reader ⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷ genre: reaction | fluff⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷warnings: mentions of scissors !⋯ ♡ᵎ

↷note! touch bond bracelets are bracelets that couples/friends connect with each other, long distance or not, to be able to communicate with each other through simple taps⋯ ♡ᵎ

⇢˚⋆author note: hello loves!! i want to apologize for being so inactive in posting. i’ve been feeling really under the weather but i think i’m coming back slowly!! thank you for your patience <3 please enjoy, kisees <3 ✎ ˎˊ-

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .*

-ˏˋ~ heeseung lee ~ˊˎ-

lee heeseung, ethan lee

simp #1 for you <3333

when you suggested to get these bracelets, he said yes

you didn’t even finish the sentence

but he heard the words,,,’matching bracelets’ 

when they first arrived, heeseung was more giddy than you

he ran to the door and rushed back into the kitchen so that you guys could set them up 

heeseung never takes it off

well besides the shower since it’s not waterproof </3 

but if he could, he would!

he would purposely put the vibration noise to be louder

(idk if you can do that but let’s pretend)

so that people could know his baby is missing him <3

sometimes when you’re walking in the park, you’ll feel your wrist vibrate

1 long tap, 2 short taps

“i miss you”

you couldn’t help the smile that crept up to your face before taking a quick detour to heeseung’s house

you tapped back

2 short taps, 1 long tap

“i’m coming over”

-ˏˋ~ jay park ~ˊˎ-

at first, jay was like

“that’s stupid” “it won’t work” “ugly colors too”

you had to beg him to get one with you :(((

you just saw some tiktok about a couple wearing them and you wanted one with jay 

but he was being so stubborn >:(((

he finally caved when he saw how they actually work

when they arrive, jay keeps calm

he casually picks the package up to the living room 

and he helps you set them up!

he thought he would get annoyed with the vibration

but the more taps that vibrate his bracelet

the more happy he gets???

he finds it endearing and he loves that you think about him to tap the bracelet when you miss him </3

but he’ll never admit that to you :|

after a long day in school, you quickly tap your bracelet

1 short tap

“hey!”

2 long taps

“wanna come over?”

jay was blushing so hard that even jungwon got concerned

“hyung are you ok-“

“I’M FINE”

it wasn’t even a second before jay responded

1 long tap

“yes”

-ˏˋ~ jake sim ~ˊˎ-

i think jake was the first one to mention them

jake is so invested into buying cute things for you guys </3

it’s adorable but your bank account says other wise :D

while he was scrolling through instagram, he saw them

and it clicked in his head

this would be so cute for you and him

he sprints to your house after he bought them

he doesn’t knock?? he kinda just lets himself in??

you were probably just woke up, coming out of room

almost had your soul leave your body

seeing jake sprinting up the stairs

scissors in hand and running to the kitchen

you were out of it, still drowsy

jake just smacks the bracelet onto you

and he taps it repeatedly

making your wrist shake

and you just stand there like 🧍🏻‍♀️

what’s happening??

jake is actually so in love with you that he taps it in between his classes to remind you how much he loves you

4 short taps

“i miss you so much :((“

4 long taps

“focus in class idiot😐”

-ˏˋ~ sunghoon park ~ˊˎ-

he didn’t give much of a reaction??

he was like “sure, but don’t expect me to wear it🤨”

he ends up reminding you to wear it always

just in case you miss him :’)

we all know he wants you to wear it because he misses you

he had to get used to the vibrations

sometimes when he was in the middle of writing, he would get a vibration from you

and it would lowkey scare him </3

but no one could deny how happy he gets

he tries to be really discrete about it

but ni-ki ends up calling him out ;)

“hyung stop looking at the bracelet”

“what bracelet? i don’t know what you’re-“

“hyung stop lying, we all see you staring intently at your bracelet everyday, exactly at 4 pm, to get a buzz from (y/n) saying she misses you”

sunghoon:🧍🏻‍♀️

he taps you at 5:30 pm everyday

2 short taps

“come over”

1 short tap

“coming!”

[captainsimagines]

To Topple A Giant || Chapter One

Summary: You had made it your mission to destroy even the smallest evils. When the opportunity arises to finally take down your own family after years of gaining their trust, you reach for it. And so does Steve, the man who represents a symbol of everything you hate. 

Pairing(s): Steve Rogers x Reader || Avengers x Reader

Part 1 of 10 ~ Mini-Series

Trope: ‘Enemies to Lovers’; mainly angst, mutual pining, fluff, and eventual smut

Warnings: This story contains mature themes and discussions such as extreme canon violence, strong language, emotional angst, mentions of Endgame deaths and recoveries, sexual situations, and emotional/physical abuse. All trigger warnings will be listed before the chapter. This is purely fanfiction. 

Word Count: 4000+

A/N: Ooo, let’s hope this does numbers! I love myself some ‘enemies to lovers’ tropes. It’s been a while since I’ve written Steve fanfics. :)

~

Wakanda, 2018, 4:04 pm.

     The flash of bright white light temporarily blinded you, sending you back to the ground and cupping your face in self-defense. But as quickly as the initial crack, it was over. Eerily silent and loud at the same time. The birds whistled their same tune, some higher-pitched than others. The wind seemed to blow louder, rustling the leaves from the trees and landing all around you and your teammates. 

“Thor?”

You lifted your head at the sound of Steve’s voice and checked if the coast was clear. All that remained of the evil was a new blood-stained hammer - a hammer that Thor was watching intensely, as if the answer lay hidden there. It was the only remnant left and your mind was already wondering how to use it to bring that evil back to finish a fair fight. 

“Where’d he go?”

The birds stopped singing. 

“Steve?”

You whipped your head around at the sound of Bucky’s confused voice, watching as one of your best friends dropped his gun and looked up at Steve as his hands began to disappear. In a matter of seconds, Bucky - or what became of him - fell to the dirt below. No one spoke, and you watched as Steve tried to control his breathing as he took a knee to place his shaking hand over his best friend’s ashes. A life and mind brought out of the darkness to finally amend those knots he had twisted, now ceasing to exist. In the distance you could hear Okoye shout in turmoil and Rocket begin begging. 

“What’s happening?” you finally choked out, turning just in time to see Wanda lift her head to the sky, defeated and out of will, and succumb to the same fate. “No!”

You ran and fell beside Vision’s now gray and decaying body, reaching over and palming through Wanda’s ashes. You rubbed them between your fingers, inspecting them, and brought your hand to your chest. The pit of your stomach churned as you sat there, immobile and numb. 

“Sam!”

So many names were being called but soon everyone who remained fell silent. The trees were still guiding the wind, leaves falling into the ashes of your friends, a sign of a new and unwanted chapter. You felt Steve drop beside you, turning Vision around to see the damage to his body. You winced when you saw the gaping hole in his forehead. 

“What is this? What’s happening?”

Natasha ran to where you were seated, hand over her stomach as if she was ready to vomit. And once she took one look at Vision, that’s exactly what she did. 

You removed your hands from your chest to look at them, the ashes still there and practically mocking you into finally believing this as reality. “Did we just lose?”

Steve was moments away from a full-blown panic attack. He simply looked up at the trees, watching the way the sunlight still burst through with no disruption. “Oh god.”

You caught Steve as he tipped his upper body toward you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding onto something real. He had to believe you were real. Anyone. And you were the closest person to him. You shut your eyes and held him, running your hands through his hair, wincing when you realized Wanda’s ashes were now on him.

You held him tight, praying to any God you chose to believe in at that moment, that Steve wouldn’t disappear too. 

Unknown Location, 2025, 1:07 pm.

     The air was incredibly musty, as if each person who struggled for breath in this room at one point or another left a piece of their soul floating in search of last minute penance for their sins. And the man in front of you was no different, choking on the purple blood that dripped down his neck and onto his now unbuttoned, white dress shirt. His chest was rising and falling, his breathing becoming less labored with each blink of the eye. His hands were tied behind his back and to the chair he sat on, a flickering light in the corner of the dark, concrete room somehow mocking this man’s last remaining seconds of life. 

“I’m not an evil person,” you started, kicking one of the legs of the chair to startle the poor man. But your guilt was minimal - it’s not like you wanted to do this - but knowing this man did exactly what everyone said he did, hands red and dripping with young blood, you selfishly took pleasure knowing this man would look at you when he died. “It’s just my job as third in command.”

You gave the man a small smile as you bent down to his level, head hanging in shame, slow breaths now pausing in between each intake. You looked to the other party in the room, handing them the gun in your holster, and walked out the room as the sound of two gunshots rang out. 

Left twist. Sting. Breathe. 

You washed away any smell from that godforsaken room, giving extra attention to the roots of your hair and under your fingertips. 

Scrub. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. 

The crack of your neck frightened even you, and you stood under the burning shower for a few more minutes before deciding the sting was enough. You changed into the most comfortable sweats you owned, surprisingly calm for such a gruesome morning you had, and took your time with your skin care routine. 

Circle. Wash. Dry.

Soft music played in the overhead speakers, the classical sounds vibrating from one wall to another and surrounding you with something tranquil - something still. There was nothing to expect from such a sound, only the next repeated chorus, no words or drops - just tranquility. You could barely hear yourself breathe but you were at peace - or mostly - and ready to sooth your growing headache behind the eyeballs with more than just music. You slipped on a pair of comfy, forest green socks and bent them at the ankle to achieve an even fluffier look. You applied your favorite perfume, lotioned up your hands, and donned your tacky friendship bracelet. 

One for you. One for Bucky. One for Peter. And one for Wanda. 

You hummed the whole way to the common room, waving at the morning staff as they fixed lightbulbs, covered holes in the walls, and swept the floors. One muffin and a cup of coffee later, you were resting with your head in Wanda’s lap as she filled your thoughts with your chosen sceneries.

      “I can make you see anything you have already seen, so yes.”

“A miniature golf course, Peter’s high school graduation, a field of all kinds of flowers, and Natasha.”

Wanda stilled her floating hand, smile faltering for a moment before she nodded. “Okay… okay, I can do that.”

     They were images well-drawn out, slow and steady to make the atmosphere similar to when you were actually there. They seemed to float across your vision, comfortable in their positions and radiating the same warmth you had felt the first time around. A moving picture. Wanda really had excellent control of this. 

     “I won!” Sam leapt into the air, pointing at a disgruntled Bucky, who stepped off to the side to not throw Sam over his own head. “I won!”

“How is it possible for you to get a hole-in-one each fucking turn?” Bucky groaned, moping in Wanda’s shoulder as she held him and struggled to keep herself standing from her own intense laughs. 

“I think we got a cheater on the loose,” Steve grinned, pointing at the ring Sam was trying to discreetly tuck back into his pocket. A friendly gift from T’Challa, no doubt. 

“Nuh-uh, give me the fucking proof, Wilson!” Bucky roared, wrapping his arm around Sam’s neck and tugging him forward. “I will not admit defeat if there was foul play involved!”

Sam escaped the hold, climbing onto the rock located to the side of the flag and a sign that read ‘do not climb on rocks’. 

“It just helped me calculate all things geometry, Barnes. We’re good.”

Bucky looked as if he was going to leap on him again, but before he could even finish that thought, Sam slipped on the wet surface and plummeted into the rushing little river. 

Laughter erupted and did not cease until you were escorted out of the fairgrounds by four security guards. 

     A flick of Wanda’s wrist and a new memory began forming, colors blending like an oil painting, dried and covered with a glossy varnish, ready to hang. 

     “Don’t trip on your way up, kid.”

Peter swatted Steve in the side as the super soldier left the room, leaving Peter alone in front of the full-length mirror. He adjusted his tie and tried to lay that pesky dangling strand of hair over the top of his head.

You got up from the couch and made your way over, wrapping your arms around Peter and resting your chin on his shoulder. “You’ll do great. We’re all so proud.”

“It’s just high school…”

You frowned and turned him to face you. “No, you should already be in your second year of college. This is seven years in the making. We are all so proud.”

Peter could feel the slight burn at the corner of his eyes but he swallowed it down, giving you a small smile and a hug. 

“And can you trip? Don’t you stick to all surfaces?”

Peter scoffed and pushed you away, his tiny smile never faltering.

     You could feel Wanda shift her legs underneath you, searching for the most comfortable position as she continued her work. You sighed, already feeling the therapeutic effects. 

     “They’re all so pretty!” you yelled cheerfully, running through the field with your arms extended to the sky. Bucky and Steve followed close behind, leaning down every so often to pluck the flower of their choosing and adding to the bouquet in their hand. 

“Which did Tony prefer?” Steve asked, snapping you from your pollen-filled, ecstatic state. 

“Aesthetic beauty, Rogers! Natasha was a sucker for anything pink and sunflowers.”

Bucky nodded, seeming to take that information into consideration as he plucked the yellow and pink flowers only. Steve chose the most healthy looking flowers, his hand struggling to hold them together as he reached the two dozen mark. 

“I think we’re good. These are good.”

You smiled at both super soldiers and admired their bouquets, leaning over to sniff their masterpieces. “Awesome.”

     Wanda sighed as she neared your last vision, debating on showing you your chosen moment instead of another one. This moment always hurt Wanda as she wasn’t there to witness it, but it was special to you. There were so many others to choose from, but you insisted this was the one you always wanted to see. And Wanda was always hesitant at first - but when she lifted her hand slowly and dropped the memory back into the front of your brain, she couldn’t help but smile. 

     “Are we ready?”

Everyone was practically bouncing on their heels, both excited and terrified. Time travel was new to humanity and you were to be one of the first to experience such a thrill. You were going to get everyone back. 

You squeezed Natasha’s hand once more before you walked back over to Thor and Rocket. You all nodded to each other, saying ‘goodbye’ and ‘good luck’ with your childlike expressions. 

“See you in a minute,” Natasha grinned, her cheeks reddening with a friendly blush as she looked over at Steve. Her hair was pulled back into a braid, a braid you had helped her make, and she was carrying an extra pair of socks in case of a long hike. 

Then a blast of color surrounded your body and the smell of peaches as you landed on Asgard filled your overstimulated senses. 

     You opened your eyes and smiled up at Wanda. You didn’t want to see old memories with your friend, but the most recent. It was like you were grasping onto that last memory of her, not wanting to change anything about her last smile, her last laugh, her last shred of existence. It was oddly calming, and so you hoped Wanda would understand. 

You thanked her again and proceeded to the kitchen. It was bigger than the one before, the soft forest green color of the walls a nice contrast from the blue ones before. You laughed to yourself and your conscience as you silently thanked the explosion that obliterated the horrid blue walls, quickly backtracking at your dumb thoughts. Still, you chose to joke about everything that happened before to avoid falling deeper into yourself. The kettle started howling, smoke circling around the tip. You poured your tea, dropped two cubes of sugar in, and added a little milk. 

It was quite bizarre how quickly you could bounce back from the morning you had. A very bloody, order-filled morning. When one order was given, you had to come up with a plan on how to not disregard the other. You had to listen to Fury and your father, gaining a few feet on each side without toppling the other. Still, it took a physical toll on you. But with Wanda’s help in easing your mind and the very sweet tea you nursed, your emotional baggage was pretty minimal. It sometimes scared you how easy it all was. 

Your morning carried on quietly as you sat on the concrete curb, happily sipping your tea in your sweatpants. You could hear Sam and Scott arguing about something a few feet away from you and Bucky taking his afternoon jog around the track. Quite distracted, the sudden ‘thwip’ and superhero landing of a certain teenager scared you enough to spill a little of your tea. 

“Goddamn, dude!” you whined, looking up at Peter as he tried to control his laughter. 

 “I’m sorry, I thought you saw me!”

“Excuse me for being distracted by the hot super soldier just over there,” you joked, pointing over at Bucky. 

Peter rolled his eyes and sat next to you, immediately reaching over to take the tea from you and take a sip himself. You let him, as you had no other choice, rolling your eyes anyway. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you had classes today?”

Peter handed back your cup, “Nah, I’ve only got classes every Tuesday and Thursday.”

“Ugh, that sounds great. I remember I scheduled my classes for every day of the week just to have more units,” you sighed, taking another sip of tea. 

 “Stupid.”

You pushed Peter’s shoulder playfully, both your laughter catching the attention of Sam and Scott. But as quickly as you had distracted them, they ignored you and went back to bickering. 

“I’m just here to see my friends, sue me!”

“Nope, you’re always welcome,” you smiled, holding out your wrist and bumping your bracelet with his. “How was your week otherwise?”

“Eh, nothing major. Just trying to navigate the world now that they know who's behind the mask.”

You gave Peter a look of sympathy, still mad at the sudden manipulation of the kid after such traumatic events. You had promised him you would protect him by any means possible, as did the rest of the team, but he seemed to be navigating the situation just fine. Staying away from reporters, scheduling his classes during the most isolated gaps of the day, and signing dozens of forms that promised to protect him, give him royalties, etc. After you had brought everyone back, it seemed the least the new management/orders could provide for you all. 

“We all have our days,” you muttered, handing your tea back to Peter. You two sat there for a while longer, enjoying the slight breeze and taste of sugar. 

An agent rounded the corner and spotted you, jogging up and handing you a yellow folder that was sealed in plastic. “For you, from Fury, from whoever before that.”

“Um, thank you?” you said as the agent walked away. You inspected the folder, turning it over in your hands and playing with the thin plastic. 

You lifted it up to Peter’s face, “Here, smell it and tell me if there’s poison.”

Peter scoffed, “I can’t do that!”

“Don’t you lie to me.”

Peter muttered to himself as he took the folder from you, sniffing it awkwardly. “Smells like paper, dude.”

“Cool, thanks.” 

You ripped the plastic off and unhooked the folder, dropping the single item onto your lap. Peter just sipped your tea and watched you open it. 

It was another envelope, but this one was white with custom-printed indents that swirled across the front and a big, red blob of wax smushed- with your initials- sealing it. You ripped it open and pulled the invitation from inside. You must have read it a thousand times, eyes rapidly scanning the small page with secret meanings. 

“You got invited to a wedding?” Peter asked, taking it from you and reading it himself. 

“Yeah, but this is so much more than that,” you said, snatching it back and standing up from the curb. You quickly went back into the compound, searching for the one person who needed to read it also.

You seemed to find everyone before you found the super soldier who wasn’t out for a jog, a line of somewhat concerned superheroes following behind you from room to room. Eager minds and yet, inflexible rib cages full of anxiety and worry, all ready (and quite not) to tackle the new evils of this new world. And whether they followed you blindly or with functioning minds, they were prepared. 

With the rest of the team behind you, you burst through the second floor with the invitation held over your head. Steve stopped mid-bite, milk dripping from his bottom lip as he stared at everyone in confusion. “Um…”

“It’s time-” you started, pulling the stool from next to him and sitting down. 

“Time for what?” Steve interrupted, his mouth still full of cereal.

“Time for this,” you motioned to the envelope you were handing him. “-to finally end.”

Steve read the invitation word for word, the wrinkles in his forehead becoming deeper as his mind worked. You couldn’t quite discern the feeling in the pit of your stomach, twisting and spinning into a tight coil, seeming to spread to the others as it grew in pressure within you. 

“All three?”

“All three,” you confirmed. 

Peter pushed through Bruce and Rhodey, “What’s happening? What’s gonna end?”

You looked over at Steve, his bowl of cereal now forgotten and soggy. 

His eyes were distant and rather cold, hands extended on his knees as if he was drying the accumulating sweat, shoulders building tension. 

“Steve, we can finally end this. We have to tell everyone. It won’t be enough if it’s just you and me.”

He wanted to explode, in both anger and anguish, to stumble over his intact persona and leave it behind - someone he hasn’t known for a long time. It ate away at him each day since Fury notified him of your selfish choice, burrowing into his now tarnished soul in the most sadistic way. But the prospect of finishing this chapter - a chapter that was unexpectedly halted when half the world disappeared - was considerably euphoric. A chance to move on. 

“Okay.”

Rhodey already had knowledge of your background, recruitment, and family but Steve’s initial involvement - the start of it - was still a mystery. You sat everyone down in the living room, making room for the others who arrived later, and clapped your hands together. “Story time!”

Steve groaned, face already pressed against a throw pillow. “Just tell them.”

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“You know whose spawn I’m from,” you began, snickers from your amused friends encouraging you. “To better transport their product, they sent me over to the states to attend college like the good little girl they think I am.”

Sam cracked open a beer and lifted his legs up onto the couch, sitting back with a massive smile on his face as he got comfortable for your story. He handed another beer to Scott. 

“Wait, product?” Scott asked, taking a sip from his drink. 

You smirked at him and tapped your nose twice, amused by his ‘O’ reaction. “Anyway, by then I already knew that I wanted out of the game. I didn’t like that life, I didn’t like the violence, I didn’t like my family.”

Steve knew that was an understatement, a cruel and restrained statement from your part, and he wanted to tell everyone just how justified you were in your words, how real you were being, and how much help you would certainly need for this. But like always, he remained silent. 

“But Fury got to me before I could leave. So, we made a deal. I would train as a field agent and he would promote me every other year to lessen suspicion on this whole ordeal. The deal being I would play both teams.”

By now, your whole team was intrigued. 

“I would do what I could for my father and still have my family’s trust, while feeding the information to SHIELD and our lovely star-spangled man over here,” you pointed over at Steve. He gave you a tiny but forced smile. 

“But after the collapse of SHIELD, my father only became more violent, more hard-headed, more suspicious. He- uh-” you stuttered, flashbacks suddenly filling your head. Wanda watched your eyes dart rapidly, sensing the rush of blood to your legs and tips of your fingers.

“He was power hungry,” Wanda said, immediately feeling your heart rate lower. Although you never actually said it, she could tell you were grateful for her intrusion. 

“Yeah, exactly,” you cleared your throat. “But Steve’s involvement all started when Fury asked me who would be the best front - the most reliable front.”

“So, with only Fury and the bad guys knowing - Y/N named me as her partner in crime,” Steve explained, head hanging low as if it was such a disgrace to do what you openly did. You knew his troubles with coming to terms with such an offensive role were multiplying daily, but you were now this close to stopping  every bad force involved. 

 “So, Captain America is the ultimate drug smuggler,” Scott spoke, somehow trying to comprehend the information all at once. You and Steve both nodded in confirmation and avoided the wide and questioning eyes looking back at you. 

“Yeah, he’s essentially the top boss.”

“Y/N-,” Steve interjected, but you beat him to  it. 

“And here we are! Him and I both invited to the wedding.”

Wanda stretched out her words, “The wedding?”

“Yes, the wedding - where three of the most famous and powerful drug lords south of the border will be attending and ready for our taking - including my father.”

Steve stood from his seat, posture straightening as he spoke to the group. “The invitation reads like a threat. No cameras, no plus-ones besides those listed specifically on the card, no speaking to reporters before or after. The trust Y/N has gained would unknowingly make us the contraband of the party.”

After going through more specifics about the whole situation, Bucky finally raised the question eating away at his mind this whole time. “Whose wedding is it, anyway?”

You grinned that stupid little grin Steve always prepared himself for. It was the grin you would display whenever you were going to make a serious matter a joke, or brush something serious off your shoulder as if it didn’t bother you. The sarcastic grin he always wanted to wipe off your face as you defied orders. 

“My lovely little sister’s.”

Rhodey stepped forward to take the invitation for personal inspection, “When is it?”

“A week from tomorrow,” you beamed. “Which means I got to get shopping for a wonderful little, red number!”

“Please, be more excited about this,” Steve groaned, sarcasm dripping off each syllable. 

You flicked your right hand up and in position to flash your charming little middle finger at him, a river of fluffed ego and delight flowing to your cheeks as he huffed and left the room in a stumbled march.

“So…” Scott’s voice ripped through the awkward silence. “We’ve been secret drug smugglers this whole time?”

~

Please let me know what you think! I listened “The Archer” by Taylor Swift and I was like... yes, I see this, lmao. Tell me if you would like to be tagged in later updates! xxMoni

[colorseeingchick]

Valentine’s Affections (Kageyama, Oikawa, Kuroo)

I adore Valentine’s day! Love is in the air and chocolate is in my stomach. But for you and these boys? Well... it’s a lil more complicated than that. 

A/N: We are going to completely ignore the fact that valentine’s day was a full 3 months ago. Love is always in the air on this blog !

Warnings: Light swearing? Maybe? Lotsa fluffy stuff beware cavities. 

Kageyama Tobio

Kageyama stares hard at the vending machine in front of him. Now, this was far from a new situation he found himself in- he found himself in front of this very vending machine every single day. But the stakes were much higher this time.

Strawberry, or chocolate? Which would be a better gift? 

Early on he decided against chocolates, cuz it felt too obvious. He opted out of a note, cuz he wasn’t articulate enough for that. And for the same reasons a verbal confession was completely out of the picture. So here he was, in front of the vending machine, hoping you would accept his love, or at the very least, the milk carton as a token of it. 

He decides on the strawberry milk, because the pink carton color reminded him of hearts, so he was hoping his love message would be real clear!! 

As he approaches you in the gym, he feels the nerves stir in his stomach. You’re surrounded by the other first years, excitedly chirping at Tsukki and Yamaguchi while Yachi and Hinata jump up and down around you (for what reasons, who knows) now that clean up is over. The second and third years weren’t that far away either. But he knew he’d have to do this sooner than later. 

Kageyama stands pensively behind you at a slight distance, awkwardly shifting weight back and forth between his feet. Finally, he finds the guts to call out to you. “Y/N...san.” Alright, maybe it was more like a mutter. No one had heard him, but Hinata had noticed his presence. 

“Kageyama! There you are.” 

All eyes shift to him, including yours. The heat rushes to his face as he hides the milk behind his back. “Boke! What do you want!” He only gets redder as his eyes meet yours. 

“Y/N-san!” He yells a bit too harshly. But you don’t flinch, you just smile. “Yes, Tobio-kun?” Gah, your voice is sweet as always, and he doesn’t even know what to say. 

Stepping towards you, he essentially shoves the milk into your hands before turning around and marching out the door. 

You stare at the carton quizzically, while the boys in the gym collectively let out a heavy sigh. 

“Was that… supposed to be a confession?” Daichi’s disbelief was evident.

“He does that every day though,” Hinata comments, clueless. 

“But today’s Valentine’s day, there’s probably more to it, right?” Ennoshita curious.  

“Of course that’s the way that idiot would do it.” Tsukki is snarky as ever. 

But you don’t hesitate to run back into the club room, a determined look glued to your face. 

“Y/N san! Where are you going?” Hinata calls. 

“Let them be, Hinata. They have something to take care of.” Suga has a glint of amusement in his eyes. 

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Kageyama tries to calm down as he aggressively drinks his chocolate milk. But he’s jittery all over when you pop up next him. 

“Tobio-kun, did ya really think you could just throw me a box of milk and then split? On Valentine's day? Tsk Tsk.” You smile as you move to stand in front of him. Words are far from his physical capacity at the moment, so he opts to just stare at you instead.

“But by the way,” you pull the carton from behind your back in your left hand, and shake it in front of him, “Accepted.” He feels his heart melt in relief. You understood what he meant. At least he thinks you do. You always understood him somehow, even though he wasn’t great at communicating. 

“And also…” Your right hand appears now, a small box of cutely wrapped chocolates snuggly fit into your palm, “this is for you. Please, accept it.”

His eyes go wide in shock. For some reason, this was not what he had expected (though everyone else knew it was coming). His heart now swells with an indescribable feeling that he never wants to stop experiencing. 

“And this too... unless you want me to stop...” He doesn’t know how else you could potentially make him fall apart more than he already had- but he got his answer when your hand grabbed onto his collar and tugged him down to your height. You placed a slow and gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Tobio-kun, I like you.” Yeah, his heart wasn’t ready for that one. 

Oikawa Tooru

“Thank you, Suki-chan!” “So sweet, Maki-chan!” “These are delicious, Haru-chan!” First period hadn’t even begun and Oikawa had already been swarmed with gifts. But despite the time he spent basking in the affections of his little fans, his eyes were trained on you, watching as you happily handed Iwaizumi a cute little box of chocolates. Oikawa saw how his best friend smiled, and he saw the way you buried your face into Iwa’s chest when he hugs you. He decides to ask you about it at practice. 

“Y/N-chan!! You know what day it is today!” 

“How could I forget when I see my favorite setter drowning in more chocolates than usual?” He ignores the unidentifiable tone in your voice and presses on. 

 “I saw you give Iwa-chan some~” 

“Yes I did.” 

“Sooooo~”

 “....so what?” 

“Where are mine?” 

“...I…”

 Iwaizumi steps in, his hand protectively grabbing your shoulder. “What’re you harassing Y/N for, Shittykawa. You got enough chocolates already didn’t you? No need to be greedy.” Your eyes are glued to the floor, but Oikawa just sighs and waves it off. 

“Sorry, sorry, Y/N-chan! I just figured your chocolates would be so tasty I was jealous Iwa got some~ but I’ll be waiting for them next time!” If only you knew, I would rather eat a single one of your sweets than all the other sweets combined.

He tries to forget the incident until he hears his doorbell ring at 9 pm. “Tooru! You have a friend who’s come to see you!” He’s surprised to see you waiting at his gate, face flushed, breath ragged, and hair ruffled.

 “Oikawa-san!” You say with determination. “Y/N...chan?” He walks towards you, confusion and concern clear on his face.

“Oikawa-san…” the confidence fading as he comes near. You look away from his face as you outstretched your hands, a cute, small pink box with a tiny bow on it in hand. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t give you chocolates earlier today….I just....” your hands retreat to your body, box still grasped. You look down at your feet once again, so you can’t see his eyes go wide. “I thought about making you some sweets yesterday but, I always knew you had so many fangirls and I didn’t wanna get in their way, or worse, make you see me as one of them… so I didn’t. I’m sorry. I, I didn’t consider you would feel left out. So I made these for you after school! Will you please accept them!” 

You look up at him finally, only to see tears streaming down his face. “Oikawa san? Are you okay? I’m sorry if I said something that-” 

“I’m sorry Y/N-san, I don’t know what’s gotten into me. But are they really for me?”

 “Mhm!” You hand them over, in anticipation of what he would do next. He opens the box, pops a chocolate into his mouth, and then smiles. 

“Just as I expected- it’s perfect.” He steps towards you once again, and wraps his arms around you, tightly. “You’re nothing like the rest of them, yanno. You’re very special to me.” 

Kuroo Tetsurou

“Happy Single’s Awareness day!” You sing-song at the boys standing in front of your gate, the sun peeking out over the horizon. 

“Just jumping over Valentines, then?” Kenma asks you, his face hidden in his switch. 

“Yep! Nope! Not for me~ don’t need a valentine!” You’re carefree as you stroll ahead of the two of them, hands thrown behind your head. “Giving Valentine’s are dumb. Right, Kuroo!”

Kenma takes his time to pull his nose away from his switch to let his cat like gaze fall on his best friend, who’s been awfully quiet this morning. He knows why. 

“Do you agree, Kuroo?” He asks, probing. 

“...Yep. What type of headass buys into Valentines-” He criticizes. 

Kenma knocks Kuroo’s bag with his elbow, his gaze transforming into a glare. You do, Kuroo. No chickening out. 

Kuroo’s grasp on the bag resting on his shoulder tightens, well aware of what he has to do. 

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After school was over and practice was done, Kenma got dropped off at home because he wanted to go home early, for some reason. So now it’s just you and Kuroo, laying on the hill by the bridge, bathing in the hues of orange and pink as the sun sets slowly. 

You stretch out on your back, relaxing onto the grass underneath you. “Man, did ya see all those idiots handing out valentine’s? So cheesy.” You close your eyes and pull your hands up to cushion your head, turning your chin up. Kuroo rests on his elbow, angled so that he can watch you as you talk, his hand scratching his head soothingly.

“ Who wants dumb chocolates anyways? You think these chicks would get sick of all the chocolates they get. Hmph.” He watches as your mouth twitches down, eyes squeezed tight. 

To be fair, both of you were acting...different today. Kuroo can read you like a book, and even how he can still pick out the unease you’ve been tryna hide all day. But his own nervousness and jitters keeps him quiet. 

As you both sit in silence, stewing in your feelings, Kuroo lets out a deep sigh. Now or never. You hear him rustle in his bag as he pushes something over to you. You open your eyes to see a small box by your shoulder with a cute lil cat sticky note pressed onto it- reading, “be Mine, Valentine? :3” 

You freeze for a second, processing what he pushed over to you. You look up at Kuroo, who’s now turned his back to you, sleeping on his side. 

You open the box and find a cute cat bracelet inside. “Kuroo?” 

“You’ve been trashing valentine’s chocolates for a while now- so I figured I’d get you something better. It’s cheesy, I know. Don’t “at” me.” He stays, turned away from you. 

You take your time to pull the bracelet out the box, letting heat rise to your face. 

“Did you do this just because…? To make me feel better, or-”

“Still a headass huh.” He finally turns around, and you’re glad to see that his own face is as red as yours feels. 

“Kuroo… do you, like me?”

“Damn, you’re gonna make me say it huh?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah I like you. Now hurry up and reject me so we can go back to being normal and I can get over my damn nerves. I hate not being myself.” He mutters as his lips twitch into a pout as he rests his bedhead into the grass, hands caressing his neck. 

You take a second before crawling over to him, watching him in silence. 

“You’re an idiot, too, ya know.” He peaks one eye open, to give you a questioning look. “Now help me put this bracelet on.”

“You like it?”

“I love it. I’m never taking it off.”

“You serious?!”

“Of course I’m serious.”

His Cheshire grin breaks out onto his face as he sits up, closing the gap between you two.

“Oh? Does someone like me back?”

“Yeah someone does. Now are you gonna help me or not.”

In that moment, you don’t think anything can compare to the sheer joy in Kuroo’s eyes as he carefully clasps the bracelet onto your wrist, wrapping his strong fingers around yours.

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[bruhlsbees]

second chance ; 1/5 || writer!daniel x fem!artist!reader

(gif credit to @/magsam)

summary: you continue to dwell on your past as you prepare to open your art gallery

warnings: daniel's boss is a little creepy - like flirty but in power creepy, idk how to tag that, nothing bad happens she just obvi wants in his pants (but don't we all), 18+ although no smut

word count: 6,637

pairing: writer!daniel x fem!artist!reader

a/n: here's my soft fic!! please enjoy!! :) also i should note that writer!daniel is based around sebastian from ich und kaminski - i just changed the name to daniel, but really only loosely based so that's why i'm not considering this to be a sebastian fic!

He woke to the lull sound of music being played in the shop below his flat. With a groan, he pulled his head from under the pillow, squinting at the sun that peeked through his curtains before turning towards the clock on his nightstand.

12:17 PM

Another groan left him as his face fell back into the pillows. He had to be at work by one and he wasn’t even out of bed - and he should be on the road leaving in thirteen minutes! This, however, was not uncommon for Daniel - he was often late, running behind from sleeping off his hangover or just simply not caring enough to pick up his feet and move quicker.

He was half tempted to call off, tell his boss that he had a relative that passed or that he was ill.

“I thought your great-aunt just recently passed away?” Daniel’s boss questioned over the phone, her tone more annoyed than confused. He could hear the restaurant clatter through the phone, indicating that it was a rather busy day.

“Yes, that was on my mother’s side, this one is on my father’s,” He picked up a pair of socks off the ground to see if they were clean or at least passed the smell check. “Tragic, I’m not sure what I’m going to do without them.”

He sniffed the socks and threw them away from his face in the same motion, holding back the cough as he shook the smell out of his nose. Daniel knew he had been putting off laundry for too long, the clear evidence being the pair of socks he mistakenly picked up.

Moving to the bathroom to take a shower and get around for the day. Daniel kept his cellphone pressed to his ear, held by the crook of his shoulder while he waited to hear what his boss would say to him.

“Fine,” She finally responded after a moment. Her tone was short, biting like a sting, “But I expect you back on your next shift. We can’t afford to keep losing waiters.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Opening up the medicine cabinet he grabbed his deodorant stick, swiping it a few times under each armpit before feeling satisfied enough to move on, “I’ll be there.”

When he heard the click he swiftly let his phone drop from his shoulder, catching it with his hand before setting it on the top of the toilet next to his sink, continuing to get ready for the day. Even though he wasn’t going into work today, he could still at least get ready instead of basking away in his own stench from the previous night.

Finally pushing himself out of bed after laying for another few minutes, Daniel rummaged through the clothes on the floor, finding the cleanest uniform out of the dirty clothes before tossing them on his bed, moving to the bathroom to get ready. When he got to the bathroom, he nearly cringed at the sight of him.

It was quite obvious that he had a long night, the dark circles around his eyes screamed that he didn’t sleep well and his hair was matted to his head. He couldn’t remember who he had over, or what her name even started with. Was it an s? Sienna? Sierra? Sally? Who fucking cares.

He did a half-assed job brushing his teeth, more so focused on just getting the taste of whiskey out of his mouth so that nobody assumed he was drunk on the job. He already got let go from another job for that.

After the taste was most of the way out, Daniel quickly rinsed his face off and pulled his hair back into a low bun. He didn’t look bad - but it was clear that he had a rough night.

Surprisingly he was out of the door sooner than he imagined. Ascending down the stairs, he made sure to have his steps extra heavy to piss the store owners under him off. A smirk was present on Daniel’s face when he jumped one by one down the final few steps, hearing the store owner yell for him to ‘bugger off’ from inside.

“Kiss my ass.” Daniel mumbled, pushing the door open before making his way onto the sidewalk, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and lighter, sparking the stick as he made his way down the road to work.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

Everything felt so off, yet so right. Something was missing, but you couldn’t pin what it was just yet. The gallery exceeded your expectations - Vee exceeded your expectations, she always seemed to go above and beyond when it came to your work.

“And how does she like it? Do we get her seal of approval?” The museum’s art curator questioned, standing off to the side so that you and Vee could take it all in.

He was a short man, the rectangle frames glasses that were a bright orange that matched with his orange suit. You wondered if perhaps the glasses were real, or were they fake and more of a fashion statement? Did he have a matching pair of glasses for each outfit?

You didn’t realize how out of it you were until you felt Vee nudge you, answering for the curator.

“She loves it, do forgive her, she’s just taken back is all.” Vee explained, smiling towards the curator as he nodded, relief washing over him as he continued to showcase the room in the museum that was dedicated to your work.

You let out a sigh and trailed behind Vee. You felt bad for not being so animated, but you couldn’t help it - you just weren’t in the best mental spot right now. It was quite obvious too, at least to everyone around you. When the three of you reached the back of the gallery, the curator turned and pulled his lips into a tight smile.

“Well, if there is anything else we can do before your opening, please, let us know,” He turned to Vee and bowed her way in goodbye, “You have my number, just call if there is anything.” He turned on his heels and made his way out of the room, his footsteps echoing until he left and then...nothing.

You let out a soft exhale and sat down on the bench that was placed in front of the back wall, staring up at a few of your paintings. Your shoulders were slacked, a frown on your face as you toyed with your bracelet that was on your left wrist, twirling the string around your fingers. Moving around the bench, Vee took a seat beside you, letting her purse fall to the ground at her feet, looking up at your pieces.

“If this isn’t something you want to do anymore, I can let him know,” She began, your head shooting up, looking at her with wide eyes, “He won’t be pleased, but I suppose it’d be better to hear from me than you.” She stated, eyes flickering from one painting to the next.

You shook your head, shocked that Vee would even suggest canceling the opening. What made her think that? Did she think you didn’t want this anymore? No, of course you wanted this, this was something you’ve dreamt about since you were a little girl.

“What are you saying, Vee? Of course I want this still, you’ve worked so hard and did such a wonderful job with this, I wouldn’t want to have all your hard work go to waste.” You explained, looking towards her now. She smiled, staring at the painting off to her right before turning her head the other way towards you.

“My dear, this isn’t about me. This is about you. My job is to get you where you need to be and make your dreams come true. I won’t be upset if you change your mind. We can wait to open your gallery, wait until next year or this winter perhaps. Whatever you wan-”

“I want this. I just-” You let out a sigh and dropped your head again, looking at your feet for a moment before back up at the wall, tears in your eyes, “I just thought it would be different, I suppose.”

“What do you mean?” Vee questioned, her left hand resting on your back, her right on your hands, squeezing them. You didn’t know how to put it into words, and that was the issue. You didn’t know why you felt the way you did, or where it came from. The room wasn’t empty, yet at the same time, something was missing.

“I just, something is missing...and I can’t figure out what it is,” You began, standing up from your spot on the bench and circling it, looking now from the back towards the front of the gallery. “When I come into this room, I want to love it, I do love it, but something just isn’t right about all of it. It feels incomplete, but what is missing?”

Nodding slowly, Vee let out a sigh and stood up, picking her purse from the floor and swinging it over her before walking over to you, standing beside you as she joined you in staring at the work you’ve created in the room.

“You want to know what I see in this room? A young, talented woman who has spent the last fifteen years making something of herself,” She began, her voice quiet, like a grandmother’s gentle tone. “A woman who went from nothing to having a large home, a gallery space, yet at the same time, a woman who doesn’t feel complete because she is still living in past regret.”

You glanced away from her at the last part of her speech. It wasn’t that you were hiding your tears from her, but she was right, and you were a fool to still be living in the past.

When she continued, your head faltered back to its original position, looking straight ahead. This was supposed to be your day, yours, and yet even after everything, Daniel was still the one on your mind...the one who still controlled your emotions and work.

“I don’t mean to be brash, dear, but if he wanted to make an appearance in your life, he would have done it by now. It’s time you put that past away and look towards the future,” Wrapping her arms around you, Vee pulled you close, extending her left hand out to motion around the room, “Think of all that you’ve done without him. Is he truly the one you wish to have by your side when you open your gallery? The one who didn’t want this for you in the first place?”

By this point you were crying, silently weeping in Vee’s arm as she gave you a hard reality check. It was true, all of it, why were you still hung up on him? For all you knew he had moved on himself - living with a pretty wife and a couple kids with a backyard and porch. You made it this far without him, and damn did you do a good job, so why were you still holding out on the chance that he would show up? Were you still that much in love with him?

“Sweet girl, it’s time to move on from him. He’s caused you enough pain. Look at how much you’ve done, truly, look around,” You opened your eyes and looked around the room, smiling weakly at all your work, “Never have I worked with someone as talented as you. The past five years have been a pleasure and I just want you to be proud of what you’ve done.”

“I am,” You whispered, looking at Vee now. You knew there were tears running down your cheeks as you could feel them, dripping from your jaw and onto your shirt. You sniffled and wiped your cheeks dry before letting out a sigh, “You’re right. I need to stop letting him ruin my day. This gallery, it’s beautiful! I should go and tell the curator he’s done an excellent job. I’m sure he thinks by now I’m either stuck up or a bitch...probably both!”

You laughed with Vee, leaning in as she kissed your temple before patting your back once, “I don’t think you should worry too much about that. I’m sure he’s probably dealt with worse drama queens,” She began to lead you out of the gallery, her arm still wrapped around you, “Come on, how about we go get a pastry and head home, yes?”

Nodding, you kept your own arm wrapped around her, following her out of the museum and to your lift that you had taken that day. The city was beautiful, but you were ready to retire back to the countryside where your home was.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

He had made it into work exactly four minutes late, and his boss was at the door waiting for him with a scowl on her face. She was a mean bitch, Teresa, his boss - thin and blonde, always a stern look on her face like she ate something bad. She was his height, which only made arguments worse. Teresa liked to find your weakness and make that her target.

Daniel was rather confident, not taking much heat and just letting it roll off his back, but he was shorter, average, but still short. Standing at only five feet nine inches, Daniel knew quite a few women who were his height, if not taller. So when it came to him and Teresa yelling in the kitchen at the restaurant, she always seemed to find a way to stand herself up to seem taller than he was, making her both look and feel like the alpha.

Tucking the fallen pieces behind his ears, Daniel sighed and went to grab an apron that was hanging up beside the time clock where Teresa was standing.

“Sorry, traffic was busy.” He stated, going to punch in his work number. Before he could, Teresa stepped to the side in front of it, hands on her hips as she blocked him from clocking in. He took a quick step back before running into her, eyes furrowed together. “Um, is there something-”

“You’re late,” She pointed out, as if he didn’t already know. She moved her hands from her hips and to cross over her chest, her breasts pressing together causing Daniel to swallow, eyes looking ahead of him at the time clock. “If we weren’t so desperate for staff, you’d be out of here.”

It took everything for Daniel to not roll his eyes at the comment, shuffling in his spot as he became fidgety, wanting to get away from Teresa and go to work. This wasn’t the first time she had cornered him before - taunting him with her breasts and charm, making him sweat through his uniform.

No, of course he didn’t think she was hot - well, maybe, but she was a bitch. A stone cold bitch who wouldn’t be getting anywhere near his pants. That promise he would keep. He’s had his fair share of questionable hookups, but Teresa the Tyrant would not be one of them, no matter how hard she tried.

“Are you sure it's we and not you?” He toyed, his eyes flicking over towards her. He held back his smirk when her arms fell, mouth gaping before she glared and moved out of the way.

“Get to work,” She ordered, moving out of the way and into the office that was beside the timeclock, in the back of the kitchen. “And I’m docking this!”

“And I’m docking this!” Daniel mimicked, making a face as he mumbled to himself, punching into work and grabbing an apron, wrapping it around him before heading through the kitchen and to the main seating area to start waiting on his section.

The two other waitresses, Kali and Lana, were already working, moving tables around for what looked to be a big party coming in. The restaurant Daniel worked at was rather nice, more formal than most around town, so most people came to the restaurant if they were looking for something special. The host, Will, at the front sighing in relief at the sight of Daniel walking in.

“Finally! Thank God you’re here!” Will began, handing Daniel his things frantically, “We got a huge party coming in. Teresa just sprung it on us when we opened,” Daniel’s eyebrows furrowed, stuffing the pens and orderbook in his pocket, trying to keep up with Will, “Whole party booked the restaurant. It’s just us four tonight. Party is almost reaching forty-”

“Forty? Forty people? And four waiters? What the hell was Teresa thinking?” Part of Daniel wished he had called in, but the four of them were a good team, he couldn’t bail on them. Tucking his hair behind his ears as it fell in his face, he sighed and shook his head, “What do I need to do before they get here?”

Will seemed to relax a bit when Daniel offered to help, wrapping the last bit of silverware before handing the basket to Daniel, “Set the tables. They’re sitting at four tables, ten each. We each get a table and their food is being cooked now so hopefully everything goes smoothly.”

Nodding, Daniel took the silverware, shifting the basket to sit on his hip before moving to the tables, “Yeah, hopefully.”

It didn’t take long to get ready, most of the work already being done before Daniel had clocked in. After the tables were set up and the four of them did some last minute cleaning, the guests soon began to come in, sitting in their assigned spots - the restaurant growing loud quickly.

As the oldest waiter, and the one with the most experience, Daniel didn’t stress too much about his table, focusing on Kali and Will who were the youngest of them, only in high school. He noticed Kali was especially having a hard time balancing all the food on the tray, wobbling as she went to sit it down to begin passing them out. He knew this night couldn’t get any worse, but Hell, Teresa really did throw them a curveball.

When Daniel was refilling glasses, he couldn’t help but grow curious, what was this all about? What were so many fancy rich pricks doing here?

“If you don’t mind me asking, what’s the occasion?” Daniel asked, doing his best to sound charming rather than nosey. He smiled down at the group at the end of the table he was at, watching as they paused from their conversations to turn to Daniel.

The one man, who turned his nose at the sight of Daniel, scoffed and adjusted his posture in his seat, “Oh you don’t know? Well, if you must know, we’re a group of art collectors,” He pulled out the flyer from his suit pocket and handed it to Daniel, who took it and began unfolding it as he continued, “There’s a new art gallery opening. We plan on going and potentially buying some of her pieces.”

Nodding, Daniel continued to listen until they began to ramble about rich people things that rich people talked about. Reading over the flyer, he recognized the art museum. It was a rather posh one, one that had famous art pieces that people would travel from all over to see. This artist must have been a rather big deal to be having a pop-up in the art museum.

It was the style of art he recognized first. He had seen it before. Where he couldn’t put his finger on, but he knew he had seen the art before. Reading over the name didn’t help either - Cassie Kane?

“Cassie Kane? Like Citizen Kane? What is that, some sort of pen name?” He couldn’t help but laugh at the name, finding it to be ridiculous. He was a writer - well, aspiring writer. He always found pen names to be rather odd, not something he was ever a fan of.

The table laughed at his joke, but Daniel knew that it wasn’t what he said that was funny, but him in general. Rich people always liked to laugh at the waiters, finding whatever came out of their mouth to be funny - as if they were their dancing monkeys.

“You’ve seriously never heard of her? Come now, she’s one of the most aspiring artists right now! It’s not everyday you see someone so young and talented open up a gallery of their own work, let alone in such a famous museum!” This time it was the woman beside the man who spoke, baffled at Daniel’s lack of knowledge in the so-called ‘Cassie Kane’.

“Forgive me, I’m a writer, not much of an artist.” He explained, pulling his lips into a thin smile. His patience was growing weak with these upper-class snobs and his feet were sore. All he wanted to do was go home, smoke a few cigarettes, have some drinks, and pass out on his couch.

“Well, nobody knows much about her. Like I said, she’s young. From what I hear though, she lives in a manor that was passed down to her by a great-aunt or something. I believe she took care of her before her death and her aunt gave her the house,” Another woman said, sipping her champagne before continuing, “A single woman, all alone in that big house. No wonder she has all those paintings, poor girl probably has nothing better to do.”

They erupted into laughs at the woman’s comment, the woman’s own laugh sounding far too similar to a donkey for Daniel to keep his composure, sipping their drinks and continuing on with other conversations.

Before Daniel could finally escape though, giving up all interests on even trying to talk with his table - the original man quickly reached out to Daniel as he turned to leave, pulling at his apron to gain his attention.

“You asked her name, yes well, she’s actually from here. That’s why we’ve stopped by. We wanted to get a look around her hometown before travelling to see what inspired her pieces. Here! I have a photo actually.” The man dug his photo out of his pocket and unlocked it, searching on Google for the artist before pulling up a picture, handing his phone to Daniel who took it, holding it in front of him.

“She’s the one on the far left,” He explained, “In the red.”

Scanning through the line of people, Daniel nearly dropped the man’s phone when he finally reached the artist. He knew he had seen the art from somewhere, and who left town to become an artist? He should have known - it was the only person who he could have thought of. You, you were Cassie Kane.

“You must have known her? She’s about your age! Did you go to school with her?”

The questions became far too much for Daniel, who all but cowered back, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them, “Um, no, sorry, I don’t,” He lied, clearing his throat, “Must have been in different classes than me.”

“Well she’s opening up the invitations to everyone in town. Free admission if you show that you live in town. Perhaps you should go - check the gallery out for yourself and broaden your horizons a bit. Whole town is rather dense from what I’ve seen. No wonder she’s letting you all come for free.”

And after three painfully long hours of listening to the rich snobs joke and whine and bicker, Daniel finally had enough. With a smile, Daniel let out a mocking laugh, pathetically sounding like a snob before his face fell, his table - and the others as well, falling to silence.

“If I wanted to broaden my horizons, I’d go to the zoo, at least there I can enjoy what I’m looking like,” He turned to the woman who had originally spoken up after the man - who’s laugh sounded far too much like a donkey, smiling wickedly down at her, “That reminds me, I heard they’re opening a petting zoo in town - maybe you can go and say hi to the rest of your cousins for me. What exactly do donkeys eat by the way? I’m curious to know.”

He let out a whine line a donkey, mocking the woman before leaning over the table and reaching for the champagne bottle in the ice bucket, pulling the cork off with his teeth and spitting it back out down the table. At this point the whole room was silent, watching as Daniel finally cracked.

When he noticed everyone was staring, after drinking a healthy amount from the bottle, he let out a sigh and let the champagne run down his beard and onto the front of his shirt, hiccuping.

And without another word he made his way lazily from the dining room and through the kitchen, sipping on the bottle until he made it to the back of the kitchen, pushing open Teresa’s door and tossing his apron at things at her, watching as they bounced off her and onto the floor.

“What the he-”

“I quit,” Daniel said, cutting her off. When she looked at him confused, and of course pissed like always, he could only smile and brave it, “I quit. Don’t bother docking me because I’m not coming back. Better yet, don’t even bother paying me today,” He looked down at the champagne bottle and waved it at her, “Consider this my tip.”

And before she could get another word out, he turned and headed out of her office, smirking to himself as he listened to her scream for him to get back as he left the restaurant, heading through the filled parking lot, and back to his apartment.

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After dinner that night, alone in your study like most, you attempted to work on your laptop, going through emails in hopes of maybe finding something that was worth your wild. To your avail, however, nothing jumped out at you.

It was all the same - the coupons from the candle store you liked, the newspaper from your hometown you still followed, and the countless number of spam emails that seemed to always flood your inbox.

Slamming your laptop shut, you let out a huff and fell back into your seat, looking around your office. Your hands found your face and you ran them up and down, groaning before letting your body go slack, arms draped over the arm rests as you twisted side to side in your chair.

For such a busy woman, life often felt lonely to you. Living in your great-aunt’s old manor didn’t help either. The ghosts of those who lived before you seemed to be the only friends you had.

That, and the animals you had out back.

Pushing yourself up from your chair, you made your way out of the office and down the hall, going down the grand staircase. Your slippers scuffed across the floor as you made your way through the hall and into the breakfast nook, opening the door that led outside into the backyard. You had quite a few animals - the acres in your backyard reserved strictly for the farm animals that your great-aunt had before she passed.

Vee suggested that you send them off to someone else, seeing as though you were a busy woman who didn’t need the extra stress of animals. But you couldn’t do that to them, this was their home, more of their home than your own. You made it work, getting up early to feed them and take care of them before work that day and then spending evenings, like tonight, with them.

Opening the gate that secured the perimeter for them, so they wouldn’t wander outside of their area and onto the road to get hit, making your way into the fenced area. Most of the animals were already tucked away for bed, the occasional moo from one of the cows echoing across the hills. You didn’t mind though, sometimes coming in was more for you than it was for them. It helped get your mind off things.

Sitting on the stool you kept out for milking the cows, you rested your elbows on your knees, your chin on your hands. You knew it was rather ridiculous to be sulking so much - being such a successful aspiring artist with a manor and so much that many didn’t - but what nobody seemed to realize was how lonely you were. God, did you know it - you reminded yourself everyday.

But it wasn’t that you were appreciative of all that you had, no, you were more than thankful - but everyone had their one wish in life, and yours - still to this day even after everything, was that by some miracle Daniel would come back, that he would show up at your door on his hands and knees to beg for your forgiveness.

Vee reminded you daily that your dream wasn’t good for you.

“If he loved you as much as you like to say he did...why isn’t he here now? Why has he been gone for the last decade and a half? That doesn’t seem like the man who deserves you, let alone crying over.”

She was right though - he wasn’t worth your time of day.

Letting out a sigh, you wiped away the stray tears before the ‘baah’ from one of the goats made you jump, turning back to see one of the babies prancing your way, a smile growing on your face. It was late, and the mischievous goat should have been sleeping.

“And what are you doing up?” You scolded playfully, much like a mother would to their own child. You watched the baby goat sprint at you the last few feet, butting it’s head into your leg before pawing at the ground to get your attention, wanting to be lifted.

“Oh come here,” Bending down, you lifted up the baby goat and held them in your arms, watching as they got comfortable before tucking their head in the crook of your arm. “Which one are you, hmm?”

Twisting the collar your way, you looked at the name tag and smiled.

“Marlene, hello there sweet girl. What are you still doing awake? I believe it’s past your bedtime.” You heard the muffled ‘baah’ from under your arm and stroked her back, keeping her held in your arms while you enjoyed the moment.

Rocking her gently, you listened as she soon lulled into a sleep, your own head bobbing slightly as you grew tired yourself. Leaning back against the fence pole, you let out a yawn, adjusting so the wood wasn’t digging directly into your spine before your petting slowed.

“Just a minute...I’ll put you up in just a minute.” You whispered, your head falling back as you entered your sudden slumber.

Although your minute became minutes, then hours, until you woke to the erupting sounds of all the animals around you, growing impatient for breakfast. Groaning, you sat up, your back painfully stiff as you cracked your eyes open, looking around to see the animals eyeing you, running rampant as they waited for their food.

“Shit!” You hissed, standing up, stumbling as you lost balance before rushing around to get everyone fed for the day. God, did you really fall asleep out here? How tired were you? You must have been rather tired, seeing as though you slept on a stool propped against the fence post all night.

Thankfully though it didn’t take long, doing your regular morning chores until you were finally able to head back inside, or rather trudging back inside. Your body was painfully sore and while you slept a while, it was a rather shit sleep.

When you made it through the breakfast nook, into the hallway to go back into your room, you stopped at the sight of Vee who was coming down the stairs, looking for you.

“There you are! I looked everywhere for you, did you forget that we were supposed to meet with some of the other museum directors tod-” She paused, nose turning and she sniffled the air, “What is that smell?”

“Me, probably,” You stated, watching as Vee looked at you confused, before you motioned behind you, “I fell asleep out back last night...just woke up actually. I’m sorry, I’ll go get ready an-”

But before you could leave and go get ready for the day, Vee held out her hand, stopping you before pulling out her phone, texting with one hand while you waited patiently, swaying slightly as you still woke up. When you heard the noise from her phone signaling she had sent a text to someone, she lowered her hand and smiled.

“Vee, you didn’t have to do that. I’m sorry I-”

“Please, look at you. Better yet, smell yourself. You reek! Go take a shower and come back down. I’m craving a mimosa. You and I will get breakfast together, think you need a break from all the museum directors breathing down your neck.”

You could only smile, nodding towards Vee before going in for a hug, stopping suddenly when she took a step back. “After your shower. I’m not letting you stink me up too.”

Letting out a laugh, you shook your head and made your way up the stairs, throwing your clothes off and into your laundry basket before heading into your bathroom to take a quick shower for the day.

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As much as yesterday was odd for Daniel, the new day had been even more odd. He wasn’t expecting much - maybe a phone call from his boss about his outburst yesterday - in fact, Daniel might have rather had that, then what he had been going through all morning.

“So let me get this straight...you want me to take your grandfather to the art gallery? I don’t see why you can’t just do it, Will.” Daniel explained, standing near his t.v. stand while Will, the kid from the restaurant, sat on his couch beside his grandfather, and Kali, the other girl from the restaurant, sat on his other side.

It would take a bigger idiot than Daniel to believe the mask he was wearing. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to give the man a ride and earn a few extra bucks, given how he was now out of a job, he just wasn’t ready to face you again.

“I got school. Remember? I’m only in high school still. Kali can’t cause she doesn’t have her license yet,” Will explained, shrugging his shoulders before motioning to his grandfather, who looked to be falling asleep, “Besides...he wants to go see an old student - that old student just so happens to be the girl you’re still obviously in love with-”

“Hey now, Will, I appreciate it...but I’m not still in love with her. That’s in the past, and I’ve moved on.” But had he? Had he really moved on?

Frowning, Will nodded and looked down, Kali glancing towards him before standing up, making her way to Daniel. Grabbing onto his arm, Kali smiled weakly at Daniel.

“Maybe if you don’t wanna go and see her, just go to appreciate the art? Who knows, maybe there will be a story there worth writing about? This could be your big break!” Kali suggested, trying to convince Daniel in any way she could to go. “Besides...you’re out of a job now, what exactly are you doing that’s keeping you from going?”

Opening his mouth, Daniel went to say something before realizing what the kids were doing - they were trying to help him out, cause after all...teenagers seemed to know more than he did.

Kali was right, even if he went and didn’t run into you, there could be a potential story there, something he could write about. That, and Daniel did always get along well with his high school art teacher, so maybe this wouldn’t be all that bad? It’d be good for him to get out of town.

Sighing, Daniel looked at Kali one last time before back at Will, then his grandfather who was now snoring on his couch, “Fine...I’ll take him. But if you guys are trying to set something up, you’re wasting your time. That’s in the past-”

He was surprised to feel the sets of arms wrap around him in a hug. Laughing lightly, Daniel awkwardly patted Kali and Will’s back. “Guys...come on now, you offer a bum cash and it’s going to take a lot for him to refuse.”

Feeling Kali pinch his side, Daniel jumped back, yelping before watching the two laugh now, Will’s grandfather now waking up and looking around, as if he were trying to figure out where he was at. Okay, so maybe taking care of him wouldn’t be all that fun, but it couldn’t be all that bad? Right?

“So, when do we leave?” Daniel asked, watching Will and Kali help his grandfather up before making their way to the door.

“Tomorrow morning. If you leave at six, you’ll get there by four - give or take traffic - we already have your room booked so you just have to check in once you get there.” Will explained, opening the front door to begin heading down the steps and outside.

Following the trio, Daniel helped in any way he could with getting the old man down the steps, making sure he didn’t slip and fall. When they finally got outside and loaded him into the passenger seat of the car, Daniel took a step back, eyes furrowed.

“Wait...six in the morning? Jesus...I haven’t got up that early since-”

“Since the Christmas banquet breakfast that you were late for, yes, we know,” Kali stated, shutting the passenger door before turning to look back up at Daniel, “Just...wake up on time. Will and I will be over here just about that time on our way to school. So just be ready, okay?”

Nodding, Daniel let out a huff and pushed his hair back, “Yeah, yeah, I can do that...you know I’m the adult here, right? You guys really like to boss me around, huh?” When he felt Kali hug him again, he could only soften, hugging her back. “I’ll be up, just - don’t expect a whole lot out of me on this. I’m getting him there and back, that’s it.”

“Totally, and if you so happen to fall back in love with the girl you can’t seem to get over, then that’s all the better.” Will noted, helping Kali in the backseat before getting in the car himself.

Shaking his head, Daniel made his way to the left side of the car, looking at Will and Kali, “Hey, how did you guys even find out about her? I mean...I’ve never brought her up before.”

“Well after yesterday’s incident, Kali and I looked her up and found some old photos of you guys from high school. I knew you went to our school so I asked my grandfather about you guys and, well, he told us the rest. It was Kali who suggested you go.” Will explained, motioning to the backseat towards Kali who was grinning.

Kali was a sweet girl, who was maybe a little too obsessed with love stories - but Daniel couldn’t deny their obvious findings. Especially after yesterday, they were right to assume some pushed down feelings of his.

Daniel could only hope that if he got the courage, he’d be able to tell you how he felt, how sorry he was after all these years. But after all these years, would you even want to hear what he had to say?

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Chapter 16: 6PM Walks

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“What did you call me a while ago?” Kiyoomi asks Kia, not listening to what you’re saying.

“Kiyoomi, this isn’t our issue right now.”

“No, it is. She has to call me that again.”

“She won’t.”

“She will. She did it a while ago.”

“Kia’s probably playing with you,” you mumble to yourself, but you leave the two of them to continue making breakfast before the whole fiasco. You figure that Sakusa is too excited being called papa that he won’t listen to anything you will say at the moment.

“Kia say it again. What you called me a while ago,” Kiyoomi asks Kia. They are on the couch in the living room, Kia’s eyes stuck on the television screen. She ignores Kiyoomi. He takes the remote and turns the TV off. The little girl looks at him in disapproval. “Say it again and I will turn the TV on.”

“What?” Kia asks, obviously not hearing Kiyoomi’s pleads a while back.

“What did you call me a while ago?” Kiyoomi pushes, his eyes piercing through hers, begging.

“Kyo,” Kia deadpans.

Kiyoomi pouts, turning the TV back on. He leaves Kia on the couch, then goes to you at kitchen. You don’t notice him so he just leans his back on the counter, admiring you from behind. You looked so cute with his shirt and boxers on, the apron you’re wearing is the cherry on top. He’s trying his best not to jump on you especially that Kia is just there.

You, on the other hand, are slicing the apples, Saki in your mind. “That fucking bitch,” you mutter, slicing rougher than needed. “She better not show up here again.”

“Have mercy on the apples,” Kiyoomi chuckles. He wraps his arms around your waist, his chin on top of your head. You continue to slice, Kiyoomi carefully watching your hands. “Where’s the ring I gave you?”

“It’s in my bag. I took it off when we were in Universals since it was slipping off my finger. I was scared I’d lose it,” you reply. His hug feels comforting so you slow down in slicing. “Have you given up on Kia calling you papa?”

“No,” he huffs, his chin now on your shoulder. You giggle at his determination. “You’re probably shocked about what happened.”

“Didn’t know your fuck buddy was psycho,” you respond. He starts leaving small kisses on your exposed neck, so you put the knife down and turn to him. “Kiyoomi, why are you so touchy today?”

“What do you mean? I was also touchy yesterday,” he corrects you. His hands intertwine with yours as he brings it close to his. He gives all your fingers soft kisses, completely calming you down. “You seem so stressed. You should get a massage or something.”

“That sounds nice.” You smile at the thought of simply relaxing. Ever since you had given birth to Kia, time for yourself was impossible.

“Then take a day off from being a mom today,” Kiyoomi mumbles, planting a kiss on your forehead. You look up to him in confusion. “I’ll drop you off at the mall. I actually booked you an appointment at a salon and spa a week ago.” You stare at him in suspicion but he seems solely genuine about wanting you to relax.

“What about Kia?” You ask hesitantly.

“I’ll take good care of her,” he responds. “Get changed. I’ll continue making breakfast.”

After eating breakfast with Kiyoomi and Kia, they send you off to the mall. You are so excited to relax. “Me time” is rare as a mother. You shall cherish it without questions on how and why you got to do it.

As you left the car, Kia and Kiyoomi drive to another street in the city of Osaka. They leave the car, and go to a small cafe that doesn’t have a lot of customers. A woman waves at him and he goes to where she’s seated.

“Kyo who’s that?”

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You finish your appointments at around 5:30 PM. Kiyoomi really wanted you to relax. He had appointed a full body massage for you, a hair treatment appointment, manicure and pedicure and lunch at a 4-star sushi place; he’s spoiling you.

You see his car at the driveway outside the mall. You enter his car, then you sanitize your hands. Kia is asleep so you keep quiet. You take a look at him and he looks nervous.

“Are you okay?” You ask him and he nods. You eye him warily as he starts driving off without a word. “What did the two of you do today?”

“We went to a cafe, then met up with my nutritionist. Kia is also gave him a checkup. Apparently, Kia is taller than most of her peers. She’s 8 centimeters away from 100cm and she’s only 30 months old...” Kiyoomi states in a stressed manner.

“Are you afraid she’ll get bullied by other kids for her height?” You look at him and he seemed upset about it. “On the brighter side, with her height she can be a volleyball player like you.” You reassure him, he still looks like he’s on the edge.

“It’s the flower field Kia and I went to a while ago. Do you wanna take a walk?” He suddenly suggests, looking out the window of his car. You hum as a yes, then he parks his car somewhere near the flower field.

“Baby...” You coo at Kia, taking her seatbelt off. Her eyes slowly flutter open and she smiles when she sees you. You lift her off her chair then close the car’s door.

You look around, and notice that there aren’t a lot of people. No wonder why Kiyoomi wanted to take a walk. The place is peaceful and breathtaking. Rows of different kinds of flowers, but mostly roses and tulips. You look down to Kia and see that she is staring at the sun setting over the flower field.

You finally sense Kiyoomi beside you, but the energy he’s giving is off. You take a glance at him and he isn’t wearing his mask on. Now your suspicion has risen to the highest level. You want to ask him about it but Kia suddenly wriggles out of your hold. You run after her but stop when you see two familiar boys.

“Mu-chan! Ki-chan!” She squeals in excitement, running towards the said boys. You greet them with a wave as they are standing from a far. You watch Kia run to them before walking towards them too.

“Mama! Turn around!” Kia shouts but you don’t hear properly.

“Turn! Around!” Atsumu shouts this time, signaling you turn with his hand. You raise an eyebrow at them before turning around.

3rd Year, Itachiyama Academy

August 19

“Omi... I suddenly thought of something,” you spoke, watching the sunset. You two were at his backyard, enjoying your first anniversary in the comfort of his home. “How will you propose to me?”

“Are you really thinking about marriage just because we’ve been dating for a year now?” Sakusa squinted his eyes at you. You shrugged, leaning on his shoulder.

“I’m just curious since you hate surprises. You might tell me to get my nails done a week before so it’d look good in pictures,” you joked. He let out a chuckle in agreement.

“I might do that.” He saw the excitement in your eyes. Now, he’s curious about your dream proposal. “How do you want me to propose? Do you want a grand one or a simple one?”

“I want you to propose just like this,” you replied, eyes glued on the setting sun. “You, me, on our anniversary, with the sun setting.”

“Do I have to be on my knee? The ground might be dirty,” he rambled so you pouted.

“How is it a proposal if you don’t go on one bended knee?!”

“Then I’ll do that,” he replied, determined. There was no hesitance in his response so your heart beat faster.

“Really?” You asked, hopeful. You were now looking at him and so was he.

“Yes.”

“Sakusa Kiyoomi, why?!” You exclaim as you cover your face with your hands, tears already falling from your eyes.

The Sakusa Kiyoomi who well known as a germaphobe is on his knee in front you, with a ring in his hand. You check your phone to see the date, just to make sure. August 19. You cry even harder, not able to process what’s happening. Your heart is about to jump out of your chest. How does he remember even that?

“Will you marry me?”

Unable to answer due to too much emotions, you pull him up and kiss him deeply, hooking your arm on his neck, pulling him close to you. He wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you up the ground in excitement. He puts you back on the ground, then gives you another chaste kiss before slipping the ring in your ring finger. He gives it a kiss, before kissing you once more.

“Mama!” You hear Kia run to the two you. Kiyoomi lifts Kia with one arm, his other arm not leaving you. “Look! Kyo proposed to me too!”

“Kyo who’s that?” Kia asked as she and Kiyoomi sat in the same table with a strange woman.

“Is this your daughter?” The woman asked Sakusa. He nodded. Kia was still looking at her weirdly. “Hi, I’m Nako. I’m a jewelry maker. I make necklaces, bracelets, and rings. Do you wanna see?”

“Sorry, I’m late,” a familiar voice spoke, catching Kia’s full atention.

“Mu-chan!” Kia greeted him with a kiss. He sat down beside her, greeting Nako and his teammate with a smile and wave. Nako was Atsumu’s classmate in high school that has become a famous jeweler in Japan.

“Here’s the ring and necklace you have requested to custom made,” Nako told Kiyoomi, handing him two black velvet boxes. “Just as requested, a palladium engagement ring with a 2.4 carat round cut diamond. And in this box we have a 14k white gold ring attached to a 14k white gold chain. I also made sure that this won’t choke your daughter. But to be extra careful, take it off during her sleep or if she’s playing without you or your wife around.”

They finished their transaction and Nako left, leaving the boys with Kia in the cafe. “So we’ll wait for at the flower field near your house and Kia will run to us, then you’ll propose?” Atsumu clarified.

“Yes. That’s right,” Kiyoomi approved. “Please thank Kita-san for me.”

“I will. I will. We’ll meet you there.” Atsumu bid his good byes, leaving the father-daughter duo.

“Papa what’s the rings for?” Kia asked, staring at the shiny jewelry set in front of her.

“Baby, I’ll propose to your mama,” Kiyoomi started to explain. “I’ll give her this ring so we can get married and we’ll be together forever.” He tried to explain in simpler words so the child could understand.

“Why do you want to be with mama forever?” Kia questioned, which made Kiyoomi smile.

“Because I love your mama.”

“How about Kia? Do you love Kia?” Kia tilted her head to the side, her hopeful eyes peering at his. He cupped her cheek, planting a kiss on her forehead.

“So much. I love Kia so much,” he replied. “That’s why I’m giving you this.” Kiyoomi took the necklace out of the box, presenting it to her.

“You’re proposing to Kia?” She asked in an excited manner, her hands clasped together, pressing them close to her chest. “You wanna be together with Kia forever?”

Kia started crying in joy so Kiyoomi picked her up from her chair, giving her a tight hug. Her sobs quiet down so Kiyoomi put the necklace on her. She hugs him again, giving him a lot of kisses.

“I love papa, too.”

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Facts:

The idea and tradition of engagement rings dates back to ancient Egypt. The Egyptians believed circles were symbols of eternity.

The truth is the most popular engagement month in a year is December. 

In all, about 70% of brides wear their rings on the fourth finger of their left hand; a tradition that comes from the Roman belief that the vena amoris, or vein of love, was located there.

Wedding rings were traditionally made of gold because it was considered the most pure and valuable metal, and was thought to perfectly symbolize marriage.

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one last day

Pairing:‌ ‌ ‌quackity/alex x gn!reader

Wordcount:‌ ‌ 2.1K 

Warnings:‌ ‌ mentions of death, maybe some cursing, some angst, fluff 

Summary:‌ “‌If you could relive the last 24 hours your loved one was alive, would you?” Alex is dead. He’s been dead for a few months now. But for today, he isn’t. One last day. 

Written by: brianna :)

A/N:‌ omg this is going to be so sad. and long. sorry for that. i had this dream last night and the way it felt so real was crazy. i hope i can convey the emotions i felt. to make sure i can make the emotions feel real, this will be in first person. and for serious reasons, i won’t be referring to quackity as quackity, i’m going to call him alex. if anyone is thrown off by this, i’m sorry. nonetheless, i hope you enjoy. like always, criticism is greatly appreciated. 

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  “So, how do you feel, (Y/N)?” The therapist asked, sitting directly across from me. I looked up to his slender face and almost smacked the glasses right off of him. I’ve lost the love of my life and he’s asking me how I am? I’m so empty, nothing makes sense anymore. Numbers don’t add up, words don’t sound the same. The air even feels different, heavier. How do I tell him that? 

“Normal,” I mumbled, looking back down at my hands. My eyes traveled to my wrist, where a bracelet was loosely wrapped around it. ‘Mi amor’ was engraved on the charm hanging from the string. A pang hit my heart and my throat got tight. 

The man in front of me let out a ‘hm’ as he watched my actions, “I see you still wear what Alex gave you.” My eyes shot up to his face again as he mentioned his name. 

“What else am I supposed to do?” I meant for my tone to sound harsh, but it came out as hopeless and empty. A small sigh left my lips as I looked back down at the bracelet. I allowed my fingers to fumble with the charm. The pit in my stomach started to grow. The rocks in my chest seemed to grow in size. Everything was so heavy. The silence of the room was so loud. Even the air conditioner had cut off. 

He copied my sigh, then put his clipboard down. “(Y/N), if you could relive his last day, would you?” 

My heart dropped to my stomach. Once again, my gaze shot up to him, searching his face for any signs of anything. Maybe searching where he got the audacity to ask me that question. I felt my breathing quicken as my heart started to race. I opened my lips to speak, then closed them, then opened them again. 

“Of course I would. I would do anything just to see him again, just to feel him again. Everything feels so different. Even right at this moment, I know his hand would be on mine. I want to feel that again. I miss everything about him. I even miss his dishes in the sink,” The words poured out. My mouth quickly shut again as I averted my gaze. 

I heard the doctor’s clothes shuffle as he stood up. Once he came back, he gave me a glass of water. 

“Drink this, it has a vitamin in it. We need to monitor your sleep patterns,” He spoke in a professional tone, as if I didn’t just speak the most words I had in months. I looked up at the glass of water. It was clear. I grabbed it and drank it. 

“Good. Now lay down. I’ll be back in a moment.” And then he left the room.

I watched the door shut and heard it click. My head became empty as I layed back on the couch I was sitting on. Eventually, my eyes shut. 

 “(Y/N), mi amor, you have to wake up,” His voice rang in my ears, causing my heart to race. My eyes shot open and were met with his. A smile appeared on his face before he leaned down to kiss my forehead. A lump in my throat and a pit in my stomach formed. I smelled his scent, I felt his warm lips on my skin. It was all too real. 

“Alex?” I croaked out, sleep still evident in my voice. 

“Good morning, sleepyhead. We have to run some errands today so hurry up and get dressed. I already got you some coffee.” He smiled at me. Another kiss was left on my cheek before he left the room. 

I sat up and looked around. The winter season I was previously in was now gone and replaced with summer sun leaking through the windows. The empty, barren room I had grown used to was now lively and had clothes strung about the floor. I looked over to the night stand, where my phone sat, and checked the time and date. 9:14 AM, June 26, 20XX. I felt my dinner start to rise from my stomach, searching for an escape. 

“(Y/N)? Are you alright?” Alex’s voice called out as I emptied my stomach in the toilet. I groaned in response. The door opened, revealing Alex’s worried face. 

“Oh mi amor,” he cooed, “Here, let me move your hair. Did you eat something bad?” 

The way his warm fingers grazed my neck to grab my hair sent shivers down my spine, and another wave of bile came up. He whipped his head away, but still loosely held my hair. 

I spat the toothpaste out after I finished brushing my tongue. 

“(Y/N), I love you. But that was so gross, never do that again,” Alex chuckled out, leaning against the wall behind me. I could see his reflection in the mirror. I could feel his loving gaze as he watched me take a sip of mouthwash. My eyes made contact with his in the mirror, causing him to smile. Another pit formed in my stomach. 

“I think it was because of the dinner you made,” I tried to joke with him after spitting the mouthwash out. I was trying to act like things were normal, for my sake. If I had this last day with him, I wanted to try to enjoy it. Please, let me try to enjoy it. Please. 

He let out a hurt scoff, which turned into a laugh, “I can’t believe you. You should be lucky I cooked for you! My mother would be so proud of the food I made.” I laughed with him. 

“Whatever, just kiss me.”

His small giggle filled my ears as his warm hands found their way on my waist. I placed my hand on his warm cheek and kissed him, our lips moving in sync. It felt so good to kiss him again. I couldn’t help but smile into the kiss. He moved his lips to my cheek and peppered small kisses all over my face, causing me to giggle. After a moment of kisses, he fully embraced me and rested his head in the crook of my neck. I could feel his small breaths on my skin. My heart felt so full, and my stomach had butterflies in it instead of the normal pit. 

“You know your coffee is getting cold,” He whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine. I huffed out and only tightened my grip on him. The feeling of the way his body vibrated as he chuckled made me smile. It felt so good to feel him again. 

An hour had passed of us getting ready to leave. We now sat in his truck. The pit in my stomach grew again. I hadn’t sat in this truck since this day. A small frown came to Alex’s face as he grabbed my hand. 

“Are you okay? You seem a bit down,” He asked me softly, turning his upper body towards me. We were parked, so he didn’t have to pay attention to the road. He only paid attention to me. There was so much love in his eyes. I felt so much love in my chest as I met his eyes with mine. 

“I’m alright, just a bit tired. It’s still early,” I smiled, placing my hand above his. This seemed to satisfy him. He smiled brightly and leaned over to kiss my cheek. 

“You ready to go?” He asked as he cranked the car. I nodded and let out a hum of approval, not taking my eyes off him. I watched how he moved. I breathed in deeply, trying to keep the scent of him and his car for a little longer in my memory. It felt so good to smell him again. He turned the radio on and let out a gasp. 

“Baby! Oh my god, it’s our song!” He shouted as the familiar tune of Animals by Neon Trees played from his speakers. My throat immediately closed. The pit in my stomach got deeper and darker. I hadn’t listened to this song since this day. My lips parted as I tried to figure out what to do. So many thoughts were running through my head before they suddenly stopped. Alex was singing along with the song. He was laughing and singing, to me. He was singing to me. I stared at him. A small smile appeared on my face as I reminded myself. This is our last day. Please let me enjoy it. 

“Yeah, (N/N), sing with me!” Alex shouted as I joined in singing and laughing with him. Once again, the pit in my stomach was replaced with butterflies. I never took my eyes off of him as we sang together. Occasionally, he would glance over to me and smile. Everytime he looked to me, I was reminded of how much I love him. I was overwhelmingly in love with him. I’d never been happier than I was at that moment. 

The song got a bit quieter, allowing me to speak out, “I love you, Alex.” He turned to look at me, his eyes once again so full of love. 

“I love you too.” 

It felt so good to hear him again. 

The day full of mundane errands was now eventually coming to an end. It was 5:00 pm when we were walking, hand in hand, and Alex turned to me. 

“(N/N), my head sorta hurts. Do you have any Advil or something on you?” His words sent a shock through my body. Suddenly, the butterflies that had made a home in my stomach for the first time in months were kicked out harshly as my stomach dropped. My mouth watered, my throat tightened, my lungs constricted, and my legs became wobbly. 

“I uh,” I choked out, looking for the right words. I knew what was happening. Somehow, I almost had forgotten what was so peculiar about this day. My heart raced. Even if I knew this day was starting to end, Alex didn’t. I needed to act like everything was okay and normal for him. Just like we did when it actually happened. 

I cleared my throat, “Sorry, totally just had a small stroke.” This caused him to chuckle and tighten his grip on my hand. “Yeah, we have some Advil in the truck. Didn’t know you were such a baby though.” 

“Hey!” He called out, laughing. I smiled at him and stepped in front of him. My hands grabbed his warm face. 

“Aw, my little baby. Does his head hurt?” I cooed, leaving kisses all over his cheeks and lips. Alex just laughed out and held my waist, trying to protest that he wasn’t a baby. I wasn’t really listening though. I was focused on trying to remember the way my lips felt on his warm skin. The way his large hands felt on my waist. The way his laughter sounded. I was desperately trying to soak up everything I could. 

After a dinner full of jokes and loving kisses, we now layed in bed beside each other. It was warm and dark, the only light coming from the street lights that faced across the window. It gave the room an orange glow, and only made everything feel more warm. The pit returned as we exchanged useless conversation and inside jokes. Alex’s speech was a bit slurred now. Others would have thought it was because he was getting increasingly tired, but I knew. With every word he dragged on for a little longer than usual, my heart broke just a little bit more. It was all approaching very quickly. I leaned over and kissed his lips, Alex returning the favor, but lazily. As we pulled away, he smiled up to me with sleepy eyes. 

“I love you so much, Alexis. So so much,” I whispered, causing his smile to grow. My heart felt heavy as I spoke those words. 

“I love you too, (Y/N). Goodnight, mi amor,” He slurred out, his eyes now closing. 

“Goodnight.” A tear fell down my cheek as I layed back down and cuddled into his side. His arm was slung over my shoulder. I took a deep breath in, taking in his scent. A few more tears fell. It felt so good to lay beside him again. 

“I love you,” I mumbled out as my eyes closed. 

 My eyes opened to a bright light. I sat up gently and looked around, only to meet eyes with my therapist. He watched me carefully as I fully sat up and ran my fingers through my hair.

“(Y/N)? How do you feel?” He spoke softly, never taking his eyes off of me. This time he asked me though, I didn’t feel as empty or angry. I did feel tears start to accumulate in my eyes though. 

“I miss him.” 

[itsadamcole]

christmas with benefits

fem!reader x ‘hangman’ adam page

reader and 'Hangman' Adam Page made a deal a few years ago; that if they were single at Christmastime then they would hook up. Christmas with benefits is what they called it, but this year, it's a little different ...

word count: 2.5k+

warnings: smut (friends with benefits, kinda), kinda fluffy, idrk what else :)

— day 25 ... we did it, and i will be going on a short break after this is posted (it’ll probably be around 11 pm est when y’all see this bc i was really late when i began to write this). i hope you enjoyed these christmas / holiday / winter themed imagines bc i enjoyed writing them —

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You sit in your bed in your room back in your parents' house in Virginia. You've texted your best friend, the Hangman Adam Page, to come over since he's not that far away.

It's late, almost midnight on Christmas Eve going into Christmas Day. You sit in your Christmas pajamas as you wait. Your parents have gone to sleep so you just wait for the usual "I'm here" text from Adam so you can go open the front door for him.

This has been a thing every Christmas since yours and Adam's Ring of Honor days. Five years ago, five Christmases ago, both you and Adam agreed that if you were both single during the holidays then you'd casually just hook up. No strings attached, no feelings attached. Christmas with benefits is what Adam first called it, and you couldn't help but agree.

Every year, you'd either meet him at his childhood home, he'd meet you at your childhood home, or you'd meet at a motel.

You don't know how it even got to this point. Five years of hooking up on Christmas. Only one Christmas was missed because Adam was technically seeing a woman and didn't want to do the Christmas with benefits that year, which was fine with you.

The led lights that hang around your room are set to a light blue color and you play with the remote as you wait for your phone to go off.

Just before midnight, at 11:48, your phone starts ringing and Adam's contact pops up. You answer.

"Hey," you say. "Almost here?"

Adam says, "Just turned down your street. I hope you don't mind, and I wanted to give you a heads up, but I brought you a present. I don't know the next time we'll see each other so I wanted to make sure that you got it."

You smile and leave your room, walking downstairs. "Yeah, that's fine," you say. "I have something for you too."

It's been a while since you've seen Adam. He works with AEW and you work with WWE. Your schedules just don't allow you to see him except for a few times a year. Especially since you're NXT women's champion right now.

"Yay," Adam says. "I'll see you in a few."

You say your goodbyes and you wait at the door, watching for Adam's car.

This is something you've always looked forward to. It's something about being close to someone who cares for you and who you care for deeply. If it wasn't for the no feelings attached rule then you would have told him how you felt a long time ago.

Adam's car pulls up out from and you open the front door. The cool air hits you and you shiver a bit. You watch him get out of the car in his cowboy Christmas pajamas. He has a bag and a wrapped box.

Another part of your deal is that after the hookup then it's Christmas movies and snacks. Adam has snacks. That's what you assume is in the bag.

He walks up to your front door and smiles when he sees you. "Hi," he says. "I thought that maybe we can open presents before we, um, you know."

You smile and nod, moving aside so he can walk inside. You close and lock the door behind Adam as he walks upstairs to your bedroom. You closely follow him.

Adam sets the bag and the box down on your bed and you sit on the bed. You grab Adam's present off the bedside table under the lamp before you crisscross your legs and look up at him.

He sits in front of you, mirroring your position. He holds out his present and you take it. "Go ahead," he says. "I'm excited to see your reaction."

You giggle and begin to unwrap the gift. You open the box, which is actually kind of big.

Inside the box is an AEW merch shirt, one of the bandannas that Adam's worn during his entrances, and a necklace that you've wanted forever. It has your birthstone inside of a heart.

"Adam," you gasp. "I've been wanting this necklace forever."

He laughs and says, "I know. I figured it was time to buy it for you. Also, I dare you to wear the AEW shirt to work one day."

You laugh and say, "Stop trying to get me fired."

Adam helps you put the necklace on as he says, "Tony Khan already has told me he wants you on the roster so if Vince McMahon fires you then just come to AEW."

His fingers linger on the back of your neck by the necklace clasp a little longer than they probably should. You look back at Adam and say, "We'll see." You smile. "Anyway, it's time for your present. Open the little envelope after you open your gift."

You hold out the medium-sized box and Adam takes it. He unwraps it and opens the box.

Inside the box you gave Adam is a cowboy hat that has the AEW logo on it, one of your merch shirts, and a little silver bracelet with "cowboy shit", which is Adam's thing, and "ice queen", which is your thing, engraved on it.

You're known as NXT's resident "ice queen" because of your cold heart and rude personality. It's your gimmick. You love it, and it sounds kinda cool.

Adam smiles and opens the tiny envelope. You watch as his eyes widen and he says, "I know you didn't give me a yearlong pass to come to any WWE show."

"Of course I did," you say. "Front row, off-camera for the most part. I know we haven't seen much of each other because of conflicting schedules but maybe if you have some free time and are in the same area then you can use this pass to go in and out of the arena. It's completely free so you don't have to waste several hundred dollars just to see me for twenty minutes."

Adam's tried to come to WWE shows, but tickets were always sold out or not where he wanted them because it was always so last minute. You had the idea of the pass a few weeks ago, talked to management, and got it in time for Christmas.

He says, "You are literally the best person on this Earth."

You giggle and say, "That works for literally any WWE event. A Takeover, a regular NXT live show, or even Wrestlemania."

"Thank you, Y/N," Adam says, putting everything back in the box. "Seriously."

You do the same and say, "It's the least I can do. Maybe we'll see each other more than three or four times a year."

Adam looks at you and smiles. "I'll have to use that pass all the time," he says. "I need to see you more than three or four times a year."

You put your gift from Adam on your bedside table and say, "I agree."

He says, "So, about this Christmas with benefits thing."

"I wanted to talk to you about that," you admit.

While you waited for Adam, you decided to tell him how you feel. Screw the no feelings attached rule.

Adam looks at you confused and says, "Okay. What's on that pretty little mind of yours?"

Your face gets flustered a bit as you say, "We agreed that there would be no feelings attached and no strings attached, and we've done well at that for the past few years."

"But?" Adam asks. He knows what's about to happen.

Nervously, you say, "But recently I've been thinking of you as more than my best friend. I just want more out of this besides sex. You already treat me so well, and we've known each other for years, so I thought that maybe we could try to be more than just friends."

He stares at you as you talk. He can't believe this. You've been doing such a good job at hiding this that he had no idea, and he's not mad about it. He can finally tell you how he's been feeling about you.

In one swift movement, Adam cups your face and pulls you toward him. Your lips crash to Adam's and you gasp. You gasp softly but kiss him back.

The kiss lasts for a few moments before you pull back and ask, "What was that for? You've never kissed me except for when we're, you know."

Adam pushes your hair behind your ear as he says, "I thought that I could start kissing you when we're not having sex."

A smile forms on your lips and your face gets a little flustered. "I would, uh, like that," you stammer. "Can we still have our usual Christmas sex?"

He laughs and says, "That was never out of the equation, Y/N."

You giggle and lean in, kissing Adam again. He kisses you back and you crawl onto his lap, straddling his waist. Your hands slide into his curly hair and his hands slide up the back of your pajama top.

Sighs leave your lips when his hands touch your skin. You smile against his lips and push Adam onto his back.

Slowly, you begin to undress Adam underneath you. You kiss Adam's bare chest once his shirt is off. You do leave a couple of marks on his chest.

"The first chance you get, you mark me up," Adam says, looking down at you. You trail your fingers over the marks and down to the waistband of his Christmas pajama pants.

You look up at Adam with your eyes before you say, "You're mine now. I hope."

Nerves rise up within you as Adam says, "I am. I'm yours."

"Thank God," you sigh as Adam smiles.

You pull off Adam's pajama pants right before Adam rolls and lays on top of you.

He stares down at you and attacks your neck with kisses. You sigh and let out a soft moan. Adam's hands roam your body as he kisses your neck.

You pull off your top, leaving your upper body exposed. Adam's eyes are on your body and you bite your lip softly, watching him. After a moment, he leans down and presses kisses to your bare stomach. You sigh softly.

Adam hooks his fingers into your pajama pants waistband and pulls them off your body. He slips his fingers into your panties and runs his fingers through your folds. You gasp and your back arches off the bed.

After a few seconds of this, Adam pulls off your panties. You look down at Adam and find that he's looking up at you with his eyes. Your tongue swipes across your bottom lip as Adam slips a finger into you, moving it shallowly and slowly. You create a little 'O' with your mouth and a moan escapes.

"Baby, you have to be quiet," Adam reminds you. "Your parents are just down the hall."

You giggle and say, "Oops."

He laughs and speeds up his fingers as he begins to play with your clit with his tongue. "Adam," you sigh. "God, don't stop."

Adam smirks and adds a second finger. Your fingers are back in his curly blond hair. He edges you closer and closer to an orgasm. Your back arches off the bed a few times before Adam pins your hips to the mattress.

You feel your walls begin to clench around Adam's fingers, and he realizes this too. "You gonna come, baby?" he asks. You nod eagerly.

"Please," you whine, needing to release.

He nods and says, "Come for me."

So you do. All over Adam's fingers. You softly moan his name as you release. He sucks his fingers clean before coming up to your lips and kissing you. You moan into his mouth as you kiss him back.

While he's distracted with kissing you, you roll so you're straddling Adam's waist. Your lips are still on his.

Adam pulls back from the kiss and asks, "Where did this all of a sudden come from?"

"I wanted to try something new," you say, kissing Adam's jaw and neck. He sighs beneth you.

You slip your hand down to the bulge in his boxer shorts. You rub him gently and he makes a soft growl sound. "Y/N," he says with a soft moan. "Be nice."

In a split second, you decide to be a little tease. You grind down against his bulge and say, "You won't do anything."

He stares up at you as your finally pull off his boxers. You take his erect member and pump him a few times. You line him up with your entrance and he asks, "Are you still taking the pills?"

"I got an implant to make it easier on myself," you admit. "I kept forgetting to take the pills."

Adam laughs and you smile. Adam's laughs turn into soft sighs as you lower yourself onto him, his length slowly beginning to fill you. You throw your head back as you wait a second before you move. Your hands are on his chest to keep your balance as you begin to move.

Both of you let soft sighs leave your lips. Adam's thumb finds it's way to your clit as you move your hips. You moan softly as you move your hips faster. Adam's other hand is on your waist, helping you move.

He sits up a bit, propping himself up on one arm. His thumb is still rubbing your clit. You wrap your arms around his neck and your fingers are in his hair. His lips are on your collarbone.

His lips make their way up to your jaw. He says softly, "Keep going. You're making me feel so good."

Adam’s praises give you the confidence to move faster. His tip hits your g-spot and you gasp.

You lean down and kiss Adam softly as you move.

Your walls clench around Adam’s length. He moans into the kiss softly as you both reach an orgasm.

His name falls from your lips as you release around him and he releases his seed into you. You both fall into the bed beside each other.

The kissing doesn’t stop. You messily makeout with Adam as you both catch your breath. Your hands both roam each other’s bodies as your lips move messily against each other.

Adam is the first to pull away from the messy kiss. You look at him and he says, “So, we’re together now?”

“Take me out on a date first and we’ll see,” you tease.

He laughs and kisses you one more time before he pulls you into his arms. You bury your face into his neck and smile against his skin before dozing off a few moments later. Adam soon follows you and dozes off too.

[pl-panda]

The vines that bind us - Chapter 7

Chapter 1 || Previous || Next

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After double-checking with security, it turned out that Tim Drake did not show to work. She sighed. Looks like more work for her… Just like Nathalie said.

She started by greeting the two plants in Mr. Drake’s office. Both were incredibly satisfied with themselves that they earned bigger pots. They were also even happier to see her. Next, she took care of her new plants. The two on her desk she quickly took a liking to. They were cute. Only the large plant that now stood in the corner next to the vent was snarky and dared to make an inappropriate comment about one of the office plants. The hole in that leaf was caused by a bullet thank you very much. Mari quickly and clearly explained where it made mistakes. 

With that done, she got to the paperwork that was left on her desk. There were many things to be done before the lunch break.

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Chloe was giddy the whole day. She got a green light to deal with the Liar in any way she wished. So many plans. So many possible revenge options. So many lawsuits to be filled. But as she was walking to the cafeteria, a new, even more devious, plan formed in her head. She would need the help of a certain stuck-up brat, but if she got him to help, it would not only destroy Lila but utterly ruin her. She already had several ideas from her other schemes that could be adjusted. Oh, this would be glorious if only she found… there!

Damian Wayne was not having a good day. He was in fact having a really, really bad day. His father had forbidden him from bringing another sword to work until his previous one is returned. Given how efficient the GCPD is, he would be lucky to get it before thirty. He was the only one of his brothers to arrive at WE before lunch, which led to more irritation. He definitely hated the corporate gossip about one Marinette Dupain-Cheng. How she was awesome, how she was a 'bamf' (whatever that meant), or how much they adored her kind-but-still-no-nonsense attitude. She took his sword!

“Wayne.” An irritating voice came from behind. Damian was of course aware that someone was behind him but dismissed it as an employee doing something unrelated to him. 

“Bourgeoise. What the heck do you want from me?” He spat

“To show you something.” She pulled her phone from the pocket of her jacket. He quietly admired how she found female clothing with pockets that deep. At the same time, he kept frowning at her.

“I swear, if it’s…” He didn’t finish, because she pressed ‘play’ and the video started. The whole thing laster about seven minutes. With each passing moment, his frown deepened and by the end, Chloe wondered how can he see anything when his eyes narrowed to two tiny slits. 

“I. want. her. dead.” He seethed through the clenched teeth.

“Good. But we can’t kill her. Mari forbid it and I know your father isn’t exactly fond of killing.”

“Tt. What. do. you. want?” He pronounced each word clearly.

“Simple. Destroy her with her own words.” She pointed to the group where she was clutching to Adrien’s arm for her dear life. “Mari-bear is too moral to play with her lies like that. Us? We play to win.”

“Fine. But I want my sword back.”

“Clever boy. I knew you could break into an evidence room.” Chloe smiled. “They returned it cleaned of blood the same afternoon. Guess you were too late.” 

“Tt.”

“Fine. I will get your precious sword. But if you try to mess with Mari…”

“I got enough of it from my father.” He scowled.

“Good. Now, onto the plan.”

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Mari didn’t come to eat lunch with Chloe. She was perfectly aware that the girl would start one of their plans and wanted to have an alibi. Instead, she dived into the paperwork that had to be done as soon as possible. It was going on good and if she dealt with it before the day’s ended, she would have time to try searching for her mother in the evening. She even inquired with the City Hall about the ownership of their old apartment and the answer should be coming any moment now. 

She was broken out of her concentration by a scream of rage and frustration.

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A few moments earlier

Damian stalked toward the group of teens that were relaxing from their intern duties. He could clearly see the Liar clutching to Agreste boy like a leech. Perfect for their plan. 

The boy had to agree that what Blonde concocted was both deviously brilliant and brilliantly devious. A perfect opening play. He made sure that he looked flawless before suddenly ‘appearing’ behind Lila and Adrien. 

“How could you?” He asked in an emotionless voice. His face was showing only traces of sadness. Just like he would look if it was for real.

“Who are you?” She asked dismissively.

“Really Lila?” He asked, allowing a small amount of water to appear in his eyes. It was not like him to cry at all, but his mother taught him all useful ways of emotional manipulations and tears were all the way on top of that list. “After all these years, our relationship meant so little to you? I specifically got this trip so we could reunite and you are just… hanging off of some french model?” 

“Listen here you…” She was interrupted when Chloe stormed, her heels clicking loudly around the cafeteria. Conveniently, everyone removed themselves when they saw Damian stalking toward intern-bitch. Speaking to police two days in a row is not a pleasant experience.

“Wayne. What’s the mess here.”

“Tt. You were right. She is a harlot.”

“Wayne?” Alya asked with wide eyes.

“Yes. You have the questionable experience of meeting a pissed Damian Wayne. My poor cake…” She moaned.

“Would you let that go, woman!?” He asked. This time he had no need to play his emotions. Bourgeoise never forgave him and Drake that Cake incident and it grated on his nerves. He paid her back.

“It was my birthday!” She raised her hands up. “And you are all idiots. Lila kept telling you how great her relationship with Damian was. And yet she is hanging off of Adrien, sinking her claws into his arm. I think the English expression was… I swear I read a book about it. Something with red A…” She pressed a finger to her lips, acting like she was trying to remember. “Ah! Scarlet Woman.” She grinned. “That’s what you are, Lie-la. A scarlet woman using men to get what you want.” That was vicious even for Chloe. Adrien took the opportunity to push the fuming girl away and get back. He could admire the chaos that was about to happen very soon. 

To their surprise, Lila calmed herself and giggled. 

“ah! Silly Dami-boo! I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. I thought we were always just friends. It must’ve been one big misunderstanding” 

The people around started to nod their heads, accepting what she said as plausible. Damian Wayne wouldn’t be the first to get the wrong idea. At least until their phones buzzed. Chloe was smirking.

“Misunderstanding? This declarations of love say something different though. I seem to remember there was even some talk about a ring.”

Lila checked her phone and her eyes went wide. There were messages that looked like from her. That witch even replicated her speech pattern. It was much better forgery than what she did with Maribrat.

“Lila?” Nino stared at her in disbelief.

“I’m disappointed. After all this time together.” Damian shook his head. He pulled a small bracelet off and tossed it at her. “Consider this a break-up.”

Chloe smiled. “So you are free now.” She asked him. Damian saw the predatory grin and felt a sudden need to run. But he knew that the witch was not yet destroyed. 

“Yes…” 

“What say I concede that the cake incident was entirely Drake’s fault. If you take me for a coffee after work?”

Damian gave a distraught Lila a look of hatred. Then, he turned back to Chloe. 

“I would like that. Does 4:30 pm works for you?”

“I should be free by then.” She smiled. “It’s a date.”

With that, she left with Damian toward the elevator. Lila had enough of it and stormed to the bathroom. Soon after that, a shriek of frustration filled the building. Since it sounded like the bratty intern, nobody cared enough. The class was not allowed to leave their posts, not that too many of them wanted to be near Lila at the moment. They had many things to think about.

Damian and Chloe sat in the Law department, both having a satisfied grin. It was totally worth it.

“Just to be clear. I still hate you.” He said to her. 

“Same here.”

“To the Liar’s fall.” They raised a cookie each and bit in. Most people that saw them had to check again because the Ice Prince was actually hanging around someone his age. 

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Mari managed to record the shriek and now used it as Lila’s ringtone. It was a nice mid-day surprise that brightened her day. It lasted all beautiful hour until Marleen White, the head of PR, started knocking on the elevator, demanding to see her. Given her state and that she didn’t even call, it was something urgent. Mari quickly let her in.

“We have a huge problem.” She tossed a folder full of pictures on her desk. There were prints of chat screens with various dates. The content was most troubling. 

“I assume someone leaked it to the press?” She shrugged. 

“How can you be calm? It’s a disaster!” 

“They are fake.” Mari shrugged again.

“Fake?”

“A. That’s not Lila’s number on any of her four mobile phones. B. I have no idea who made it, but they have no idea how Damian Wayne acts. It’s straight up the same bullshit she will be facing a lawsuit for once the Law Department gets through the tons of paperwork. And C. This is an American number. Lila had no way of getting it three years ago. Plus the timing is too perfect. She gets punishment from the company and then the scandal with her dating youngest Wayne gets out. Whoever made it settled on fast, not precise.” Mari circled things on the prints.

“So it’s all fake?”

“I suspect she wanted revenge on the company for the extra work I had her be assigned.” Mari grinned at the memory of the shriek. “Or, someone’s doing it in her name.” For a moment her thoughts wandered to Chloe. She would have to speak to her soon.

“We will deny it and post all of the details you highlighted. The tabloids might still latch on it.”

“To be honest, I think it will be better than being dragged through the mud for the deaths. Especially since there was no story attached. Personally, I can’t care less about celebrity romance.” She dismissed the concern. It pained her a bit to speak about the dead in such a dismissive manner, but through the day she slowly absorbed that it was not her fault. She couldn’t blame herself. That’s what Marinette would do. Marinette was left in Paris by the irritating classmates and had her luggage (full of Adrien’s cheese-stinking socks) sent to India or somewhere. 

“That’s… quite a good idea. I assume you will want this forwarded to the Law department to add to the lawsuit.” 

“No point. It’s fake and we have no proof who leaked it. I’m plenty certain we have nothing or that person would already be sitting in HR.”

“The IT is looking into it, but they have little hopes. It went through an external server that we can’t get access to legally. Whoever leaked it was smart enough to avoid easy detection.”

“Good. By the way, what about that statement?”

“I sent it to your email.”

“I see it. I will read it and send you eventual suggestions.” 

“Sure. It’s nice to have someone competent in place.”

“I thought Mr. Drake was quite a good CEO. He got this company from the hole back to the top?” She tried to remember what she knew about Wayne Enterprises and Wayne Tech

“Yeah, but he is… eccentric. And can disappear at weird times for hours only to then work through three days without sleep”

“Oh. And Sarah was unhelpful?” Mari winced, remembering her own runs when the deadlines approached and she realized she spent the whole week constantly fighting Akumas. 

“She was good with people, but…” 

“I get it.” Mari smiled. “Luckily, I have experience with babysitting.”

Both women cackled at that.

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Once Marleen was gone, Mari quickly called Chloe’s phone. The girl picked up almost immediately. She was speaking to someone. 

“I hope I’m not interrupting your work?”

“Don’t worry Mari-bear. I was just speaking with my newest side-kick.”

“Tt. I’m not a sidekick!” A voice came from next to her. Mari tried to resist the urge to facepalm. Chloe tilted the phone to show a pouting Damian Wayne. 

“Shut up Sidekick. I’m the mastermind behind our plans.”

“And I pay for them with my image and sanity.” He replied. 

“Hush you! I will let you know that some people would kill for the opportunity.” 

“Tt. Right now I want to kill someone.” 

“Har har. So funny, are you?”

“As much as I enjoy watching you two flirt… Get a room.” Marigold joked, watching both of them blush red. Before either had a chance to attack her for implying anything, she continued. “Chloe. Did you per any chance fabricated and published texts between Damian and the Liar?”

“Wait! That bitch actually published it?”

Mari facepalmed. She could feel the headache coming. In the hindsight, maybe it would’ve been better to just fire Lila’s sorry ass, together with the rest of the bunch. She could easily have Adrien and Chloe hired on some less permanent deal. They could both do without school for a while.

“Tt. Now I will really need my blade. Please tell me that nobody believed it?” Damian asked, frowning. 

“You’re in luck. Madame White caught the wind of it quick enough. She will be making a swift statement that this is an attack on your person and the image of Waynes as a whole. Plus publishing a detailed analysis of why it couldn’t have been you.” Bluenette reassured him that his precious reputation would not take any great hits. Or not too great of a hit at least.

“Good. Jon wouldn’t let me live it down.” He sighed in relief.

“Now, Chlo. You know I love and support your deviousness, but please try and limit the civilian casualties of your future plans.”

“Fine. I can’t promise Lila’s retaliation to follow the same rules.” She huffed.

“Good. You’ve got any plans for the afternoon?”

“She is already otherwise occupied.” Damian quickly interceeded. He might not like the blonde much, but his honor demanded that if he actually invited her for a date, he did his best.

“I will leave you to your scheming then. Or whatever else you are doing” Mari quickly hanged up on the couple before they could scream at her. She saw a bit of blush enter both of their faces so she counted it as a win. 

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The rest of the day passed relatively quickly. Tim Drake did not show for work, so she had to handle the paperwork herself. She never imagined how much work went into organizing one press conference. Sarah did absolutely nothing about it before she quit. Her biggest problem was that she needed to have it happen outside of WE since several journalists expressed their concerns about security. Now she was being hard-pressed to find a separate convention center. Except that things were expensive and Finances were definitely not being helpful. She posted the task to one of their employees. He would send her the offers before the day was up, but there was a slight delay and she would have to wait until four. Mari decided that she can wait and have it done that day. 

She informed Chloe and their teacher that she had to stay in the office after hours and get it done so they wouldn’t worry. Then, she dived into making what felt like dozens of phone calls. Out of four serious offers, three would actually pass the standards set by Mr. Drake in the email he oh so graciously sent her in response to a question about the situation. It was six when she actually got done with the negotiations, but the satisfaction was immense. The final price was ten percent lower than what she initially aimed for, so she had more funds for other things. The guest list was also reviewed in the meantime and already sent back, so that was one more thing crossed out of the list. 

After being done, she bid farewell to the receptionist near the entrance and went to the Taxi she called before leaving. It was already waiting, which was a nice boon for the end of the day. Her next stop was not the hotel though. She gave the address in the seedier part of town. Her old address to be precise.

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“Are you sure Ma’am?” The taxi driver asked unconvinced. “I mean it’s not the safest part of town.”

“Don’t worry. I can take care of myself. Besides, my mother used to live here.” She gave him a bright smile. 

“If you say so…” He shrugged and stopped before a rundown building. Moss and ivy had already overgrown this place a long time ago, but the plants seemed… unhealthy. Like they were left to fend on their own for too long. It was not a good sign.

Hesitating for a moment, Mari entered the building. She was hesitant, even though technically her mother was the owner. The ground floor was empty if one ignored several dozen wild plants in various states of growth. Some were dried and dead, while some others were lush and domineering. It used to be well-kept and ordered inside the garden that she and her mother tended to. She would fix that after she found her mother. 

The second floor was not much better. The dust everywhere was indication enough that Pamela Isley moved out long ago. Probably even years. Mari walked around, reminiscing about her childhood. It was not what one would call ordinary, but she would never settle for it anyway. She loved learning about plants with her mother. The martial arts lessons with uncle Wilson when he had time. Science with uncle Victor or her mother. Even the math with uncle Floyd. And Allegra and Claude were there to keep her company. 

Slowly, she trailed to her mother’s room. She hoped to find something useful there. She definitely did not expect to have to block a giant mallet with blue and red stripes. Ducking under it, she delivered a quick kick before running to the stairs. Mari dashed downstairs and burst onto the street. The Taxi driver actually waited for her. He was a godsend at this moment. She quickly jumped inside and ordered him to go.

“So? Unwelcome guests?” he asked a bit more cheeky than she would’ve liked. 

“Yes. But apparently my mom didn’t live there is some time.” Mari answered in a bitter tone. 

“Shame. Hope you have better luck, next time lass.” They rode in silence for a moment. “Name’s Chas by the way. Chas Chandler.”

“Marinette.” She smiled at the man. “Thank you for waiting. I would’ve probably been in a worse situation if not for you.” Mari did not add that the worse situation was ordering the wild plants to defend her. She worked with the wild plants maybe twice before and they didn’t listen that well to orders. 

“Where to now?”

Mari gave him the name of the hotel. When they arrived, she paid him and gave him a rather generous tip for the work. It was already dark, but apparently Chloe was not yet here. The class was supposed to be visiting some local museum or whatever. It’s not like she cared. 

When Marigold entered her room, there was a large book sitting on her bed. Tikki immediately zoomed out of her pocket and toward it. she hovered over for a moment before she huffed. 

“Of course he would do that. He is an idiot though. I would be a much better teacher.”

“Who are you talking about?” Mari asked the small goddess.

“No one!” Kwami said quickly and in a bit higher tone. The bluenette could’ve sworn she saw Tikki get even redder than before. 

“Okay… And what’s that? Nothing dangerous I hope?”

“It’s… it’s a spellbook.” Tikki said after hesitating a bit.

“Like magic?”

“Yeah.”

“Who would leave me a spellbook without as much as a note?” Mari asked. She could see Tikki was conflicted.

“I can’t say.” She finally let go of air. “I made a promise that I would keep the secret.”

“Fine. You’re sure it’s safe?”

“Yeah, but Magic is dangerous. You should only do it with some supervision.” Tikki warned her.

“Good thing I have you then.” Marigold grinned. 

“Mari! You know I can’t exactly just…” Tikki paused. “You know what, it’s actually not a bad idea. I can teach you some simple stuff for the starters.” 

“Huh? I actually expected you to be against it.”

“I trust you to act responsibly. And as a Guardian, you probably should start learning magic anyway.”

“Let’s get started then. Please tell me I can curse Lie-la!”

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