#my mother didn't help with the 'youre so dramatic' ''stop making a scene''

[cosmic-ships]

Teehee might fuck around and have a paranoid episode inside a grocery store🫠 /srs

[primaviva]

baby hair princess; miles morales

featuring. miles g. morales x latina!reader

synopsis. you stumble upon miles in a state of frustration, aggressively tugging at his hair, and instinctively, you step in to offer your assistance. however, you make one specific request in return for your help—a favor you hope miles will grant you: doing his edges.

warnings. none just pure fluff and sassy miles !! for my not boricua readers, pretty sure the only word really different is “pinche” for hairpin (art credit: snoopminnie)

“boy, if you don’t stop tryna run away-”

miles instinctively moved backward, evading your attempt to grab hold of him and keep him still. his resilience and stubbornness were evident, leaving you to wonder if these were qualities he had always possessed.

typically, miles relied on his mother for assistance with his hair, including styling and maintenance. however, his stubborn streak had prompted him to take matters into his own hands, gradually attempting to style his own hair. yet, he had not yet mastered the art of caring for his own locks, which led to the predicament you found yourselves in.

within the confines of the shower, miles followed his usual routine. he delicately massaged the hair product into his strands, employed the appropriate brushes, and adhered to the techniques he had learned for his specific hair texture.

however, patience continued to elude him when it came to detangling and combing. convinced that knots were of little consequence, he clung to that belief until today, when the knots seemed to wage a battle of their own. miles understood that detangling in the shower typically facilitated the process for curly hair, which only added to his confusion when the water failed to alleviate the difficulty. frustration took hold, compelling him to forcefully yank the comb through his tightly coiled curls.

his efforts proved disastrous.

as the comb became entangled in his hair, his arm persisted in its pulling motion, resulting in a swift and painful injury to his wrist.

usually, styling his hair did not consume much time, and earlier that morning, he had told you that you could pull up in the afternoon. however, unbeknownst to him at the moment, senora rio had allowed you entry into his room, recognizing the close bond you shared with the morales family. when you entered, you observed miles struggling to maintain his grip on the comb, his pride, dignity, and remnants of masculinity on display.

and so, the scene unfolded with you and miles' situation as he scrambled to cover his head. your intentions were pure, simply attempting to assist miles in combing his own hair. however, miles, true to his stubborn nature, resisted your efforts with the tenacity of a pitbull, determined to maintain control over his own grooming routine and feelings of embarrassment.

“this is not a telenovela with your dramatic ass so leave the theatrics for english class,” you swiftly retorted, a hint of exasperation in your voice as your hands instinctively found their place on your hips. “take the bonnet off.”

you gracefully settled onto the edge of miles' bed, the mattress yielding beneath the gentle pressure of your legs. the soft fabric of the bedspread caressed your skin as you positioned yourself on your knees beside him, creating an intimate proximity.

with an audible groan, miles met your determined gaze, his eyes rolling in a display of stubborn defiance. the atmosphere crackled with a mixture of frustration and resistance.

"i can do this myself," miles declared, his tone lacking the reassurance he intended. with an abrupt motion, he forcefully yanked the comb through the tangled strands of hair, the sound of resistance echoing in the room. the sensation of hair being torn from the comb sent a shiver down your spine, a visceral reminder of the struggle at hand.

his words hung in the air, a plea masked as a command. "you didn't see anything," he insisted, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability beneath the surface. the weight of his unspoken plea lingered, an unspoken request for understanding and discretion. “understand?”

you regarded him with a stoic expression, your features carefully neutral. "i understand that you're in need of some serious assistance," you stated, your voice devoid of inflection. as you took a deliberate step closer, an electric wave of nerves filled the air he breathed. lookin’ like them kids that get embarrassed by they mama on facebook live for misbehaving. let me help, te suplico por favor.”

extending your hand, your fingertips grazed the edge of the purple bonnet, the fabric cool and smooth against your skin. locking eyes with him, you held his gaze, ensuring that miles focused solely on your expression. with deliberate intent, you offered him a gentle smile, a silent reassurance that your intentions were rooted in love and support. it was a subtle gesture, one that conveyed your unwavering commitment to help him through this, especially since you had always excelled in the art of hairstyling.

miles' eyes remained fixated on you, their intensity betraying a roiling mix of emotions. the heat of embarrassment colored his cheeks, suffusing his face with a noticeable flush.

"fine, i'm letting you help, but only because i can't get the knot out," he conceded, defeat lacing his words.

a mischievous smirk stretched across your face, a subtle display of triumph at his reluctant surrender. with a fluid motion, you maneuvered yourself behind him, a slight shiver of anticipation dancing along your spine. as you sat up, your hands found their place on his shoulders, offering physical support.

the proximity between you was palpable, each breath shared in the confined space. your head tilted to the side, and your words grazed his ear, their gentle cadence resonating against his skin. a tingling sensation rippled down his neck, a delightful shiver provoked by the intimacy of your closeness.

surprise mingled with satisfaction as you observed the ease with which he acquiesced. normally, miles would put up a greater fight, but the direness of his situation was evident at a glance. you couldn't help but notice that he was attempting to comb his hair dry—dryer than his texts, even.

"you're doing this because i am your boyfriend and you care. not out of pity, okay?" he stated, his words carrying a hint of self-assurance that seemed more like an attempt to convince himself rather than you.

you responded with a nonchalant hum, acknowledging his statement without verbal confirmation. your gaze remained fixed on his hair, carefully examining it without yet laying your hands on it, teasing the anticipation in the air.

restless fidgeting overtook miles as he squirmed under the weight of your scrutiny, a palpable sense of judgment lingering in his mind. the passing seconds stretched into what felt like agonizingly long minutes, further heightening his humiliation in his eyes.

"just don't laugh," miles demanded, his plea inadvertently causing you to stifle a giggle that bubbled up uncontrollably.

"i can't promise that," you replied, laughter still tugging at your words.

with determination, you began to gently pull at his hair, your fingers seeking out the knotted areas hidden within. the absence of matting provided a small relief, knowing that the problem was limited to knots alone. you pulled back his hair, carefully inspecting the sides, the back, and even searching for any residue or soap that may have clung to his roots.

curiosity flickered in his eyes as he glanced back at you, his voice betraying a hint of impatience. "how long is this going to take?"

with a playful yet assertive response, you couldn't help but let a touch of sass color your words. "stop acting like a diva," you retorted, the hint of amusement evident in your tone. "it's gonna take as long as it needs to, especially since you been putting your hands on your hair like you chrisean rock. now, turn around."

taking charge, you gently guided his head away from you, redirecting his gaze back to his lap with a firm yet tender touch of your hands. with your focus regained, you returned to the task at hand, your fingertips lightly exploring and assessing the core areas that harbored the most stubborn tangles. each delicate touch was a sensory exploration, searching for the knots that required the most meticulous attention.

with a curious and investigative spirit, you allowed your fingers to delve deeper into his hair, purposefully seeking the sensation of his scalp beneath your touch. it was a tactile exploration, a quest to uncover any remnants of shampoo buildup or dandruff that may have intertwined with the knots.

as you did so, miles let out a deep sigh. you sensed his annoyance, understanding that your playful banter and sassy remarks could sometimes test his patience. but you both knew that the exchange of playful banter and sass was a known part of your relationship—a back-and-forth dance you both engaged in. bickering was woven into the fabric of your relationship, something you both embraced. he, in your words, was the "leader of the sassy man apocalypse," despite his inevitable protestations as any self-respecting sassy man would. however, this particular sigh carried a different meaning.

as your fingers traversed through his damp curls, a subtle shudder coursed through his body, reverberating in the sanctuary of your hold. "that feels good, ma," he breathed out, the admission slipping from his lips almost unconsciously.

stunned by his unexpected confession, you momentarily paused, your fingertips suspended in their exploration. the weight of his words settled upon you, a surprising revelation that bypassed your awareness.

"really?" you questioned, surprise laced in your voice. tentatively, you allowed your fingers to resume their gentle exploration, cautiously delving deeper into his hair, trying to recreate whatever he let slip from how good you seemed to be.

the electrifying sensation of your fingers weaving through his hair was potent enough to derail his train of thought. a feeling of bliss surged through him, coaxing his eyes to flutter shut, surrendering to the pleasure that pulsed from your touch. his head found a resting place in your capable hands, a gesture of trust and vulnerability as you continued your ministries.

witnessing the effect you had on him, satisfaction rippled through your being; it was almost as if you physically felt your ego boost and the arrogance that swelled within you. the tension in his muscles melted away, dissipating into the air, as a sheepish smile tugged at his lips. it was a physical manifestation of the pleasure and relaxation that enveloped him, a silent testament to his peaceful state.

in that fleeting moment, a pang of guilt grazed the edges of your conscience.

you almost felt bad for knowing that you were about to disrupt this serene moment for miles.

almost.

as you skillfully worked your hands through his hair, a contented hum escaped his lips, affirming your success. a mischievous smirk played across your face, well aware of the satisfaction you had brought him.

"well, nice you enjoyed it while it lasted," you sarcastically remarked, abruptly halting your ministrations. "because from this point forward, it's going to be red eyes and shaking," you teased, alluding to the potential discomfort of untangling knots in his hair.

the moment you ceased massaging him, he remained blissfully unaware, lost in the depths of relaxation. his eyes remained closed, oblivious to your smirk. however, at the mention of the word “knots,” his eyes fluttered open, nerves piqued. he observed your preparations, mild concern evident in his gaze.

"wait, what do you mean-" miles began to question, but before he could finish his sentence, you deftly dragged your fingers down through the knots at a fast pace, eliciting a wince of discomfort from him.

a deep chuckle escaped you, a private amusement at the reaction you had provoked. using your hand as a comb, you carefully untangle the knots in that particular section, providing him with a subtle reminder of the purpose behind your actions.

"that's exactly what i mean," you replied, your tone laced with playful satisfaction.

you turned your attention to his cómoda, scanning the array of hair products with your eyes, searching for the water bottle that would serve as the catalyst for dampening his hair. each spritz would prepare his curls for the upcoming detangling process.

despite the discomfort he felt, he mustered his best effort to endure the pain, determined to ignore the laughter that escaped your lips. his gaze followed your movements as you delved into his drawers and retrieved the spray.

"what are you doin’?" miles inquired, his voice carrying a hint of shakiness, still recovering from the sting inflicted upon him moments ago. yet, he couldn't tear his eyes away from you, observing your unwavering focus on his hair.

reading his anticipation, you knew he anticipated the impending combing with a mixture of dread and curiosity, fully aware of the potential discomfort it would bring.

"necesitas mojarte el cabello," you stated, placing a gentle hand on his jaw, tilting his head slightly to ensure thorough coverage with the spray. "y cus’ of that, i'm spraying the shit out of it because your whole head dried during that hour-long battle where your hair was kicking your own ass, and you lost miserably. so, forgive me if i find it a lil’ funny that you're treating me like an inexperienced stylist, considering the miracle i'm performing right now."

with the final sprays, you set the water bottle down, keeping it within reach in case individual strands require extra attention during the detangling process.

placing the spray in the hands of his frog build-a-bear plush, memories of your mall date resurfaced. you had convinced miles to get matching frogs, despite his initial reservations. seeing his green frog nestled among his deep black covers, contrasting with your pink one, brought a genuine giggle to your lips. your imagination wandered, picturing miles donning a purple bonnet, cuddling the little plush as he slept.

as you playfully turned him to spray different sections of his hair, he fought back a laugh, savoring the lightheartedness of the moment. he felt a deep sense of gratitude for your assistance and admired the care you took as you continued to spray his locks. each mist of water touched his hair, eliciting a subtle coolness and leaving a faint scent in the air. he kept his eyes closed, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks out of a mix of appreciation and mild embarrassment.

when the spraying finally ceased, he opened his eyes, curious to assess the state of his hair. he couldn't help but chuckle lightly at your comment, attempting to defend himself. "i didn't lose that hard," he protested playfully.

amused, you responded with a teasing tone, "if having a comb stuck in your hair isn't losing to you, then i don't know what to tell you, mi rey."

a sigh escaped his lips, accompanied by a raspy chuckle, his laughter mingling with the sound of the running water. it was another blow to his ego, a reminder of your witty banter that often left him both amused and challenged.

you reached for a nearby towel, presumably the one that had once rested on his neck, and deftly adjusted it over the shoulders of his white tank. this thoughtful gesture ensured that his back remained dry, sparing him any discomfort.

glancing back at the array of hair products, you carefully selected a detangling spray, knowing it would help soften his hair. the chaotic tangle of strands, a result of miles' frustrated attempts at untangling, called for some extra care and attention.

"mí rey," he softly repeated to himself, savoring the endearing nickname. although it was said in jest, it warmed miles' heart whenever you called him that. a smile spread across his face as he gazed at you with wide, affectionate doe eyes. "you're enjoying this too much, aren't you?" he questioned, his glance filled with both amusement and adoration.

as you carefully draped the towel over him, creating a barrier to protect his back, miles couldn't help but notice the tenderness with which you carried out this simple act. it touched a chord within him, a gentle reminder of your thoughtfulness. he found himself captivated, his eyes fixed on you, appreciating not only your efforts but also the person you were.

"of course i am," you responded, a playful smile gracing your lips. "bullying men is fun," you added sarcastically, the mischievous glimmer in your eyes betraying your lighthearted intent.

with the detangling spray in hand, you began to work your magic on miles' hair. each spritz released a fine mist that enveloped his curls, saturating them with the product. the light-catching droplets bestowed a subtle and enticing shine upon his locks. taking a moment, you sprayed some of the product onto your palm, rubbing it between your hands to ensure even distribution, before gently scrunching his hair, coaxing the detangling spray deeper into the strands.

"ready?" you asked, giving him a moment to prepare himself. the anticipation hung in the air as he readied himself for the untangling process, knowing that your skilled hands would soon navigate through the intricate maze of his hair.

a soft giggle escaped his lips at your playful bullying comment, finding it endearing rather than offensive. his eyes remained fixated on you as you meticulously sprayed his hair, the mist enveloping his senses. nodding in response to your question, a hint of wariness flickered in his gaze, unsure of what awaited him in the next moments.

"i'm ready, amor. just don't pull too hard, alright?" he requested, his voice carrying a note of vulnerability and trust.

with a reassuring smile, you replied, "i'll be gentle," your words offering the comfort he longed for. the weight of his anticipation lifted slightly, replaced by a glimmer of hope that you would navigate this challenge with care.

as your fingers began their task of untangling his hair, the knots seemed to have woven themselves into a formidable labyrinth within his curls. yet, you remained undeterred, driven by a determination to restore order and softness to the hair he loved almost as much as you.

again, almost.

his hair resisted your touch, each knot presenting a unique challenge. he emitted sounds of mild discomfort, a testament to the sensitivity of his scalp and his desire to endure the process without feeling embarrassed. your heart swelled with tenderness as you witnessed his effort to maintain composure in front of you, further igniting your resolve to handle his hair with utmost gentleness.

you embarked on the task of unraveling the knots, starting from the bottom where the tangles were most stubborn. with your fingers as your gentle guides, you skillfully released the friction between neighboring sections of hair, diligently working your way from the base to the crown. the surface-level knots surrendered to your patient touch, as you meticulously separated each strand with care. however, as you traversed his hair, it became apparent that the majority of the knots ran deeper, demanding a more thorough approach than initially anticipated. the need for a brush became imminent sooner than expected.

delicately, you began to divide his hair into six distinct sections, methodically parting each portion to facilitate focused attention. "dame un pinche," you commanded miles, and he silently complied, passing you a bag of hairpins and clips. a glimpse into his world, the assortment of cute-colored pins and clips hinted at their sentimental value, likely passed down from his mother.

with miles holding the bag for you, your fingers danced above the contents, contemplating the best choice. after careful consideration, you selected five firm metal clips, their purpose clear in your mind. as you divided his hair into the necessary sections, you secured each one with the clips, fashioning little buns that held the strands aloft. this strategic maneuver ensured that the rest of his hair remained out of both of your ways, sparing him the annoyance of wet locks clinging to his face or water trickling down his neck longer than necessary. you understood his preference for a fuss-free styling experience, catering to his needs. after all, he is your boyfriend.

equipped with a wide-toothed comb and the spray bottle in hand, you prepared the hair once more by saturating it with a fine mist. the water droplets danced upon his strands, awakening them with renewed moisture. the stage was set for the comb to work its magic.

starting from the tips, you delicately guided the comb through his hair, gradually making your way towards the middle and then the top. with one hand, you held his hair in place, providing stability as you applied a bit more force, determined to conquer the stubborn knots that lingered.

a hushed "ouch" escaped miles' lips, his eyes instinctively fluttering shut in response to the fleeting discomfort. sensing his reaction, you paused your combing and turned your head to face him.

"cállate! you tender-headed baby, i ain’t even pulling that hard," you reprimanded, a hint of exasperation lacing your words. the desire to avoid his dramatics for the remainder of the thirty minutes propelled your stern response.

"ight," he muttered under his breath, bitterness coating his tone.

unfazed by the interruption, you had already completed the first section while he voiced his complaints. with the hair still saturated, you gave it one last thorough brush, observing with satisfaction that the knots had vanished, leaving behind tightly coiled curls ready to bounce back to their full glory. the comb glided effortlessly through the now smooth strands, the sound of its gentle strokes harmonizing with the sigh of relief that escaped both of you.

with precision and determination, you continued your task, skillfully releasing the clip from the neighboring bun of hair you had previously created. as you secured it in a new bun, the section was neatly isolated, awaiting its turn to be untangled. following the same method as before, you began from the bottom, working your way to the middle and then the top, unraveling the knots with practiced finesse. the repetitive yet rhythmic motion of your combing became almost meditative, a soothing cadence that echoed in the small room.

yet, as you approached the crown of his head, meticulously brushing downward to release any stubborn knots near his scalp, a delightful surprise caught your attention. delicate strands of hair, small and wispy, dared to defy the boundaries of the meticulously sectioned locks. they sprouted from the front area of his face, cheekily eluding confinement within their designated sections. a knowing smile crept upon your lips, for you knew they were baby hairs—duh! you had some of your own along with others that you either slicked back or styled with a touch of eco gel.

however, there was something distinctly enchanting about miles' baby hairs. while they retained their petite stature, you couldn't help but marvel at their surprising length. they cascaded delicately, framing his forehead in a regal manner that evoked images of princesses gracing the grandest of pageants. these miniature strands possessed an ethereal quality, as if they held a secret whispered only to those who took the time to observe.

does miles have princess worthy baby hairs? you couldn't help but notice his long, beautiful lashes one day while cuddling. in a moment of hope, you jokingly asked to do his makeup and apply mascara, but he looked at you with a bewildered expression. he had been blessed with naturally striking features, and it made you feel a twinge of envy—even with him being a man. however, a mischievous idea suddenly popped into your head, and a wicked smile formed on your lips.

with a sense of accomplishment, you declare, "all done," as you delicately remove the clips, allowing the sections of detangled hair to cascade down, revealing his now liberated curls. your fingertips instinctively caress his tresses, relishing in their newfound freedom. "do you want two braids as always?" you inquired.

he feels the gentle touch of your fingers running through his hair, a comforting sensation that brings a wider smile to his lips. in response to your question, he nods, affirming his desire for the familiar twin braids.

"por supuesto, bebé. two braids, just like always," miles responds, settling his head comfortably on your lap, ready to surrender to your skilled hands.

the endearment he uses warms your chest, evoking a tender, fuzzy feeling that envelops you. "como tú quieras," you reply, honoring his request.

taking hold of a nearby comb, you flip it to its sharp end, aligning it with his forehead to ensure a symmetrical part. carefully choosing a starting point, you use the opposite side of the comb to create a clean divide, guiding it down the center of his head. to refine the symmetry, you rise slightly above him, positioning yourself on your knees, hovering with precision. with the comb, you deftly lift sections of hair from the part and sweep them to either side, harmonizing the flow of his locks.

once satisfied with the balance, you employ the original part to separate his hair into two equally thick halves. one side is gently draped over his shoulder, allowing you unobstructed access to work. with practiced fingers, you divide each braid-to-be into three distinct sections, intertwining them skillfully, creating a seamless braid that reflects your meticulous handiwork.

he closes his eyes, surrendering to the soothing rhythm of your braiding technique. a blissful sigh escapes his lips, the tension melting away as the sensation of your touch envelops him—he enjoys having you as his own personal hairstylist.

"gracias, mami," miles murmurs, his head turning slightly to meet your gaze, a genuine smile gracing his lips.

"you don't have to thank me," you assure him, focusing your attention on the other side of his hair now that one braid is complete. with practiced ease, your nimble fingers continue their dance, skillfully weaving each strand. "but... there is one way you can thank me."

intrigued, he maintains silence, his curiosity piqued by the mischievous tone in your voice. he remains seated, patiently awaiting the revelation, his eyes fixed on your reflection in the distant mirror. a sheepish smile plays at the corners of his mouth as he eagerly anticipates your next move.

"and what would that be?" miles questions, his tone curious.

rather than answering, you choose to maintain silence, your focus shifting to the final touches of his second braid. stepping away from the bed, you position yourself in front of him, cupping his face in your hands, your touch tender and affectionate.

“y’know miles, i never noticed what beautiful baby hairs you have…” you remark, a subtle segue into your true intentions, a rogue glint in your eyes.

his eyebrow began to slowly raise at how vague your demeanor was. “and? okay little red riding hood. ‘what big teeth you have, abuela’ head ass.”

you fixated your gaze on him, eyes widening in surprise at his comment, struggling to maintain a serious expression despite the humorous undertone. suppressing a laugh that threatened to escape, you attempted to project an air of seriousness.

"you think you're funny, huh?" you retort, your voice carrying a stern tone as you cross your arms over your chest, attempting to conceal any hint of amusement.

a low laugh escapes his lips, the sound resonating with a raspy quality. "oh, i'm hilarious," he corrects, his half-lidded eyes meeting yours, a mischievous smirk gracing his face. it was evident that he took delight in teasing and playfully testing your composure. it was more than a delight, he loved it.

you clench your teeth, a tinge of bitterness surfacing as you lick your lips, a subtle gesture of frustration mixed with a hint of intrigue. the playful banter between the two of you created a dance you both enjoyed, even in moments like these.

“it’s so funny you say that because i know a man with baby hairs longer than ella mais’ is not talking to me,” you yelled back as a rebuttal.

miles found himself at a loss for words, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at you in astonishment. your bold response had caught him off guard, revealing a side of you with a sharp wit that he hadn't fully expected. he couldn't help but respect your ability to hold your ground. with curiosity etched on his face, he continued to observe, wondering where this playful exchange would lead. he knew you wanted to style his baby hairs, but the question lingered: just how far would you take it? could he trust you with something so personal? miles could only wait and see.

arms crossed, he maintained a composed stance as he awaited your response. "you've got some bite to you. what happened to being gentle?" he questioned, a hint of amusement lacing his words.

you sighed, understanding that you needed to convince him. taking his hands into your own, you cupped them lovingly, locking eyes with him. the intensity of your gaze was difficult to resist.

"miles, pretty pretty please, let me style your edges," you pleaded, your eyes employing the irresistible charm of puppy dog eyes. you knew he couldn't refuse such a request.

however, to your surprise, he did refuse.

"edges? nah, you trippin’," he repeated to himself, his shock at such an ask evident as his mouth fell open slightly and his eyes widened. miles attempted to free his hand from your grasp, but you held on firmly.

at that moment, you realized there was no other choice but to resort to your final tactic. you brought his hands closer to your chest, leaning down to kiss him gently. the touch of your lips against his was tender, a moment of surprise that slowly transformed into shared synchronization.

as you pulled away, your eyes met his once again, filled with a pleading expression, silently asking permission to style his edges. "please?" you repeated.

the weight of your intimate kiss lingered in the air, leaving miles feeling captivated and unable to deny you any longer. the sensation of your lips meeting his had transported him to a realm of enchantment, where time seemed to stand still. as you leaned away, a flicker of disappointment crossed his face, longing for more of the intimate connection you had just shared. however, your irresistible gaze and the allure in your eyes made it impossible for him to utter the word "no."

his eyes fixated on your hand, realizing that he had been defeated by your charm. his arms dropped limply to his sides as he simply stared at you, a mix of surrender and anticipation coursing through him.

"fine, you win," miles admitted, a sense of defeat in his voice.

a smile spread across your face as you jumped up, radiating joy. "you're the best boyfriend," you exclaimed, wrapping him in a tight hug before playfully springing off his lap. with determination, you rummaged through the cabinets of his cómoda, searching for the holy grail—his eco gel.

"yeah, yeah," miles mumbled, his smile concealed but unmistakably present. as your arms enveloped him in an embrace, he savored the warmth and comfort they provided.

knowing that he slicked his hair back, you were confident he had a brush somewhere. your persistence paid off as you soon discovered the gel amidst your exploration. as you gathered all the necessary items in front of you—the gel, the 3-in-1 edge brush, and your trusty spray bottle.

a whisper escaped your lips, revealing your anticipation. "you don't know how long i've waited for this moment," you murmured, standing before him with the array of products, excitement emanating from every fiber of your being.

"go crazy,” miles added, giving you the green light. the gel in your hand held the power to transform his hair at your will, and he willingly surrendered himself to your creative freedom. his gaze remained fixed on you, as if he could anticipate your every move.

"bet," you confidently responded, reaching for the comb. your determination was evident, and he knew you were about to go all out. "you already know."

approaching him, you delicately used the comb to separate the baby hairs, skillfully tucking away any excess strands and seamlessly blending them into the braids. the edges received your attention next, as you meticulously brushed and styled them, lightly misting them with water to ensure they were dampened for the gel, all the while ensuring it wouldn't touch his forehead.

repeating the process on the other side of his head, you effortlessly extracted the baby hairs, leaving behind a clean and polished look, carefully arranging the longer strands that may have become entangled in the process.

now, the moment had arrived. with a glimmer of excitement in your eyes, you eagerly picked up the gel, locking eyes with miles.

as you finally held up the gel, his eyes widened, captivated yet nervous by your ecstatic expression. he had no inkling of your forthcoming plans, and his heart raced with anticipation of what was about to happen to him, caught in the enchanting gaze you shared once again.

"this feels like when sza finally dropped shirt," you playfully remarked, closing the distance between your faces. the anticipation in the air was palpable as you dipped the bristles of the edge styler brush into the gel, then pulled it out to reveal a perfect, medium-thick coating. "prepare to radiate fabulousness."

he couldn't believe the level of dedication you were putting into this moment. "i can't wait to see this myself," he responded, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. "my edges gon’ be on fleek?"

you made a shushing sound with your mouth, drawing even closer to him. his hands instinctively found their way to your hips, slowly gliding up to your waist as your bodies now stood inches apart.

"what, can't hold onto your girl anymore?" miles teased, a sly smile playing on his lips. "consider it me supporting your...balance."

a natural grin spread across your face, despite your attempts to resist it, for he had that effect on you—the power to make you smile effortlessly, just by being himself.

you delicately applied the gel to his hair, savoring this moment as an image in your mind. the weight of the occasion was undeniable, as he rarely allowed you to partake in such intimate grooming rituals. as the gel made contact with his strands, you felt a cool and smooth sensation tingling against your fingertips, heightening the sensory experience.

with precise movements, you began pulling the hair out from his hairline, brushing it towards you, allowing the gel to guide and shape each strand. the rhythmic dance between your finger and his hair created a tactile symphony, showcasing your control and finesse. the subtle resistance of the hair against your touch provided feedback that you relished, further immersing you in the moment.

however, this endeavor was about more than just tending to his edges; it had to be extraordinary. you understood that this opportunity might never come again, so you were determined to make it truly memorable. a flicker of inspiration sparked within you, warming your heart and fueling your creativity. you decided to put your heart into it.

continuing the sweeping motion, your finger glided along the edges, seamlessly blending and smoothing the gel with each stroke. you repeated the process with meticulous care, moving from one hair to another, ensuring a harmonious flow. when you reached his temple, a decision took shape. you divided the hairs into two distinct sections, applying the gel as you normally would. however, instead of sweeping them to the side, you gently smoothed them down, guiding them to face each other with an overexaggerated curve. the sensation of the gel-coated strands conforming to your touch brought a sense of satisfaction that words couldn't capture.

"perfect," you whispered under your breath, affirming your accomplishment with a contented smile.

the same process awaited the other side of his face. swiftly, you dipped the tip of the brush back into the gel, ensuring a fresh and generous coat for the opposite side. with deftness, you brushed the gel-soaked bristles down to his hair, feeling the slick texture of the gel melding with the strands. carefully, you laid the hair against the side of his head, relishing the tactile connection between brush, gel, and hair.

you gracefully swooped down the last bit of hair, a sense of accomplishment washing over you. it felt surreal, almost dreamlike, to witness the transformation you had achieved. slowly, you took a step back, feeling the corners of your mouth ache from the tightness of your grin. you observed your work with a keen eye, much like a painter admiring their canvas.

"done," you declared, your voice soft yet filled with a triumphant undertone.

bending down, you retrieved your purse, unzipping it and retrieving your phone. the anticipation in miles' gaze was palpable, as he eagerly awaited your permission to glance at the mirror.

"can i see the results?" he asked impatiently, his curiosity getting the better of him.

emerging from the floor, you tilted your head and regarded him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "nah, you gotta wait. this photo i'm about to take of you comes first," you spoke, relishing the suspense.

miles' face transformed into a slight pout at your words, the anticipation clear in his expression. you swiped right on your phone, opening the camera app, and positioned the focus on miles' face. the act of preparing to capture the moment added to the unreal experience, as you adjusted the settings and framed the shot.

"well, hurry up then cus’ i'm tryna see this masterpiece," miles urged, attempting to rush you. though he tried to conceal it, his eagerness to see your handiwork was unmistakable.

you couldn't help but notice that, despite his efforts to hide it, miles genuinely appreciated the care you put into styling his hair, just as he enjoyed when you attended to his skincare and other personal grooming routines. he couldn't deny that it made him feel special, particularly when it was you who took the time and effort to do it.

you shot him a cold, sidelong glance, effectively silencing his complaints.

"smile," you commanded with authority, expecting compliance. miles obliged with a soft smirk, clearly relishing the attention. however, this response irked you.

"hey, don't make this look like those instagram reels where them lash techs make their clients cry with crushed red eyes from the weight of them five pound lashes," you warned, your irritation seeping into your words. "i did you good, so don't make me repeat myself when i say smile."

your firm tone conveyed your insistence on capturing a genuine smile, free from any depressed or forced expressions.

miles adjusted himself, fixing his posture up straight and doing a cute little smile only a facebook mom could get out of their son.

“que lindo,” you added as your thumb kept tapping the photo button repeatedly, capturing as many shots as you could. it was an opportunity you had to seize.

once satisfied, you decided it was time. “okay,” you spoke as you went up on your tippy toes to put your hands over his eyes, wanting to do a surprise reveal. “you can look now.”

miles leaned down a little, lowering his tall figure to your height to make it easier for you to cover his eyes. you moved forward while still covering his eyes, urging him to follow as you propped him in front of the mirror.

you smiled to yourself as you looked at him through the reflection before without warning moving your hands down and revealing his reflection.

his mouth was agape as his eyes widened slightly. there were his edges, laid to perfection. you did them just as most looked, with graceful swoops to the side that perfectly blended to his braids. but there was a subtle difference at his temples, one that you did specifically for him. you felt a warm sensation in your abdomen as the butterflies fluttered against your stomach as you watched his lips curl into a knowing smirk followed by a chuckle. it was the hearts that got him. symmetrical to each side you had given him little hearts made from his baby hairs with the eco gel.

miles couldn't help but admire his reflection, marveling at the artistry and care that went into his edges. he ran his fingers gently over the intricate hearts, his embarrassment giving way to a sense of warmth and appreciation for your thoughtfulness.

"they actually… don’t look half bad," he finally managed to say, surprise and delight in his voice. "i’m almost mad that i kinda like it, lowkey."

you grinned, ignoring his “lowkey” comment and feeling a sense of pride in your handiwork. "i'm glad you like it even tho’ you had no other choice but to," you replied with a little giggle, unable to hide the satisfaction in your tone. "i wanted to do it a lil’ special for you."

as if on cue, the two of you instinctively reached for your phones, ready to capture the moment. you held up your phone and asked, "can we take a pic’ together?"

miles hesitated for a moment, a playful blush creeping onto his cheeks knowing you wanted to take another one of your pinterest worthy relationship goals photos to add to the album of you two. "well, i don't mind taking the photo, as long as you don’t go posting me as always," he said sheepishly. "i'm not tryna get clowned in the locker room because my girl wanna be funny."

you nodded understandingly, respecting his wishes. "c’mon, miles. i wouldn’t even do nothing like that," you assured him, wanting to make him feel comfortable.

with wide smiles and playful poses, the two of you snapped several adorable mirror selfies, capturing the joy and affection radiating between you. miles couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness, grateful to have someone like you in his life to always keep it interesting and be there for him.

in his mind, he had acknowledged countless times that it was these moments, born out of the mundane and unexpected, that truly illuminated his love for you as his girlfriend. in those instances, he couldn't fathom the strangeness of a life without you by his side.

hours later, as you scrolled through your friends' instagram stories, you couldn't help but chuckle mischievously. miles had no idea what was coming. without thinking, you swiped left to make a post on your story and went to your camera. scrolling through the recents of your photos you found your favorited of the photos you and miles took. selecting a song of your choice, ranging from partynextdoor to had posted one of the mirror selfies, showcasing his impeccably styled edges and the sweet hearts adorning his temples.

it didn't take long for miles to notice. his phone buzzed with notifications, and curiosity piqued, he opened your story. his eyes widened in disbelief as he saw the photo, his cheeks flushing with a mix of surprise, embarrassment, and a hint of affectionate annoyance.

"yo," he exclaimed, a playful protest in his voice. "you said you wouldn't post it!"

you turned to him, a mischievous grin on your face. "who would i be if i didn’t flex our relationship goals on the story every now and then? crazy you even thought i was being for real about not posting," you replied, unable to hide your amusement. "don’t press me when we both look cute, especially you. everyone loved it anyway and the swipe ups are even better."

miles shook his head, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. deep down, he appreciated how you flaunted your relationship, knowing that it came from a place of love and admiration—knowing that if you could, you would show him to all of new york.

as the notifications continued to flood in, miles found himself instinctively snuggling up to your side, finding comfort in the warmth of your presence as you busily responded to all the messages you received. despite his stubborn facade, you knew deep down that miles wasn't upset in the slightest. in fact, you couldn't help but hope that this playful incident might soften him up, eventually granting you the opportunity to work your magic on his lashes next time.

DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK. ALL WRITING IS @PRIMAVIVA.

[littledovesnow]

president snow, the prelude

a/n: so there were like 750 words that didn't make it into the final fic for president!coryo, here they are! i wasn't going to publish this, but it sets up a lot of the backstory for future fics i have planned :)

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The room was electric as Lucky Flickerman’s face popped up on the TV, ready to announce Panem’s next president.

Your husband, who was freshly twenty-five and had his name on the ballot fo the first time, stood next to you, hand laced in your own.

“You’re a shoo-in, Coryo, I don’t know what they’re even doing counting the votes. Everyone knows you’re going to come out on top. After all, Snow lands on top.”

Coriolanus smiled softly at the sound of his family’s favorite phrase. He knew he had most likely won the election as well, but he wanted to hear the final vote before celebrating anything.

“The results are in,” Lucky Flickerman’s dramatics were dialed to a hundred tonight, as he flicked open an envelope brought to him by a station worker.

“Panem’s next president is,” he trailed off, wanting to build the anticipation.

You could feel the electric in the air, squeezing your husband’s hand as Lucky opened his mouth to continue. “The Capitol’s own Coriolanus Snow!”

Cheers erupted from the Snow’s great room, Coriolanus’ closest family and friends having gathered for the momentous occasion.

Mr. and Mrs. Plinth, who thought of you considered your in-laws, wasted no time in congratulating the young man, their next president. “We always knew you had it in you, Coriolanus. Ever since you and Sejanus first were mentors way back when!”

You and Coriolanus shared a look, neither of you had ever come out with the truth about what happened when Coriolanus was exiled the summer after the 10th Hunger Games.

Putting on a smile, Coriolanus hugged the older woman, and shook hands with his late classmate’s father. “You’ll do this nation proud, boy.”

“Thank you, Mr. Plinth.”

Mrs. Plinth brought her attention to you, the nation’s next First Lady. “You’ll be a splendid First Lady! Oh, the Capitol will be overjoyed to have a young couple at the helm again! Especially once a child is brought up!”

You stopped yourself from frowning, instead giving the woman a soft smile.

Coriolanus watched with a careful eye, not wanting to cause a scene at the woman’s comments. He and you had been trying for a child for a few months, to no avail. One of his first tasks as president would be to find better fertility care, as he was growing worried that each failure was taking a larger toll on you than you let on.

“If you’ll excuse us, I believe I do need to go make a speech.” Coriolanus smiled, tugging you out of the room with a promise to catch up at his inauguration.

You waited until you two were in the privacy of your bedroom before letting any emotions go, inner turmoil over your husband’s victory and sadness over Mrs. Plinth’s comment.

“Hey, hey, look at me.” Coriolanus murmured; voice much softer than when he is in public. “What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?”

 You looked at your husband with tears on deck, stomach rolling over. “She’s true. The Capitol’s going to want us to start a family as soon as possible. I’m going to be seen as a failure if I can’t even get pregnant!”

Coriolanus wrapped his arms around you as your emotions crumbled, heat growing in his heart. He wanted to immediately call for her to lose her tongue, with little regard that she was one of the two people who had helped him financially be able to make it to this point in his life.

“We’ll figure it out, my love. I vowed to help you become a mother, and it’s a vow I intend to keep.”

You sniffled, wiping your nose on your sleeve, earning a tsk from the president-elect. “I just wish it was as easy as It is for everyone else. I deserve this, for God’s sake!”

Coriolanus frowned, hand running up and down your spine. “I know, my love.” He wasn’t sure what else to say, so he kept his lips closed.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments more, until there was a knock at the door, an Avox opening it once Coriolanus granted permission.

Holding a phone up, the Avox gestured to Coriolanus, who begrudgingly stepped away from you to take the call, which was Lucky Flickerman himself, conducting a phone-style interview live on air.

Coriolanus rolled his eyes, playing into the pizazz and cheer over the phone, stating how excited he was to have this honor as president, all while sitting on the luxurious bed you two shared, hand moving up and down your arm as you curled into his side.

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a/n: and there it is folks, basically why i made coriolanus want funding for a fertility clinic :)

[oliviablancmom]

"Pedriiii - Bonus III"

N/A: Well, now I can say that this is perhaps definitely their final part. I say 'perhaps' because we never know when they might talk to me. But truly, I now feel that I have delivered everything I had to deliver about them, and I hope you like it.

"Yeah, Mom will kill you" Axel voice didn't bring any peace to Pedri at the moment, as his little girl's first words to the world were "Papa".

"Yep, she will. Good thing I'm not you," Gavi said, looking at his friend. "And I'm out of here before I get dragged into this." Gavi got up and bid Axel and Cecília farewell with a hug.

"Great friend you are. You know from our kids, that you are the one who can calm the beast down and you're leaving me alone?" Pedri asked.

"That's your battle, bro. Besides, I'll have to help her hide the body later, so I can't stick around to witness the crime," Gavi said, making Axel and Pedri laugh. He patted Pedri on the shoulder and ran out of the house. Pedri turns to Axel.

"Don't tell her" Pedri looks almost desperate to the boy, who laughs at his desperation.

"You know I won't. But you have to tell that to Ceci" Axel pointed at his sister who was nonstop calling "papa" as she ran around.

"Let's say various words to confuse her," Axel said, crouching down in front of his sister and starting to say different words. Pedri wanted to laugh at the scene, Cecilia was looking at him with a funny expression, and then she looked at Pedri with her big brown eyes and stretched out her little arms, "Papa." Axel burst out laughing.

"You're so over," Axel said amusedly, about to turn his back to leave the room, but stopped on his track to look at Pedri with a smile, as they heard the sound of his mother's car parking in the garage.

"You're enjoying this situation a lot," Pedri looked at the boy who shrugged, picked up his sister from the floor, and started to talk a lot of things for her again, in a way to save Pedri, even though Axel was giving him the cold shoulder because Pedri had paid attention to one of the kids who was it is his rival in class. Axel was usually tolerant of the kids around the player as he grew up, but when it came to this one... Pedri didn't quite understand why. He had already asked the boy, but he only said that the kid was an idiot.

"Papa" Cecilia called him again making Axel laugh. Pedri pretended to cry dramatically it was not like he didn't enjoy his daughter's first words being he, but the thing is, her mother was weeks trying her to call "mama" without success.

"Well, we try..." Axel said, finding the situation hilarious.

"When your mother walks through that door, you have to stand by my side. You know, I need at least one of my kids on my side." Axel stopped his mocking laughter and looked seriously at the player. Before Pedri could ask about it, the door of the house opened.

"Papaaaaaaaa" Marco runs in to hug him.

"Hey, buddy" Pedri hugs him back. "How was the doctor?"

"Fiiine, I'm growing up and getting stronger" The boy forces his arms to show his dad his muscles, and Pedri laughs agreeing with him. "Hiii, Axeeel, hi Ceci" Marco runs to his brother and sister, Axel's knees to hug Marco back. Cecília babbles to the youngest and gives him a wet kiss that makes the boy laugh and make a disgusted face. "Brother, will you play with me?" Marco asks, tugging on Axel's shirt. Pedri loved watching their relationship; Axel was an older brother through and through, extremely protective and defensive of Marco. When Isa became pregnant with Marco, both were afraid of Axel's reaction, fearing jealousy and insecurity, like the jealousy he had of Pedri with other kids, the player even got so terrified that Axel might start disliking him. But that didn't happen, the other way around their bond became stronger because Axel wanted to participate and help Pedri and Isa with the new baby.

"Yes, but we have to eat dinner first," the 12-year-old said, sitting on the couch.

"Where are my babies? And why did my big big baby leave the house in a hurry" Isa entered the room, and both Pedri and Axel decided to ignore the last question in a mutual agreement. Pedri looked at her, amazed that even after years, his heart still raced every time he saw her. He got up to hug her, something he was never tired of. Isa pulled away and moved to the couch to hug Axel.

"How was the game?" Isa asked him, even though she already knew the result since Pedri had texted her. For her, it was important to give all her attention to her children, but since Marco had a doctor's appointment she couldn't go to this game.

"We lost," Axel said, rolling his eyes. Isa leaned over and kissed the boy's head. "Thanks to that idiot Carlos, who was worried about something else." Isa looked at Pedri, knowing that the "something else" was him.

"Oh, baby, you know sometimes we have to lose too, and that's okay. It only gives us straight to come back stronger" Axel looked at her, nodding his head, but still with a scowl. "Why don't you go take a shower so we can have dinner?" Axel shook his head.

"I'll play ball with Marco first," he said, picking up his brother and heading to the backyard. Isa looked at the player, confused.

"I don't know, love... I think I shouldn't go to the games anymore, he always gets like this," Pedri said, feeling sad. "We know he doesn't like me interacting with other kids..."

"He's not always like this... First, he hates losing and he gets that attitude from Gavira in how he reacts. Second, he even helps the kids take pictures with you and grab their shirts and hats for you to sign. This is specifically about that kid, Carlos," Isa concluded, and Pedri agreed.

"Hey, little girl, do you remember you have a mom?" Isa knelt on the floor in front of Cecília, leaned in, and kissed the girl's cheeks, making her laugh.

Pedri looked apprehensively at the little girl, hoping she wouldn't say that word. The girl looked at him and Isa but didn't say anything; she just handed one of her toys to her mother.

It was bedtime. Pedri had finished tidying up the kitchen and was lying in bed while Isa bathed Cecília. Axel and Marco were sitting on the floor next to the bed playing with a game Marco had brought from their grandfather's house. The two were in their little world, with Marco telling Axel about his day, and Axel listening attentively.

"It's time for bed," Isa entered the room with Cecília wrapped in a towel.

"Just a little longer, Mommy," Marco said, pouting. Isa smiled at him and focused on dressing Cecília. "Axel, are you going with me and Ceci to sleep at Pops' tomorrow?" Marco asked excitedly. Axel looked at his brother and then at Isa.

"No," he replied, shrugging. Pedri looked at her, both confused, Axel loved going to sleepovers at his grandfather's house even now being a 'big kid' as he likes to say it.

"Why?" Marco asked before Isa and Pedri could.

"I want to stay with Dad," Axel replied, shrugging again. Pedri looked at Isabella, who paused mid-action while dressing Cecília. Pedri felt his chest tighten and beat rapidly, his eyes filling with tears. He was sure he was having a heart attack. Isa looked up at him surprised all over her face, and that was all it took for Pedri to burst more into tears. Isa looked at him worried and circled the bed and tried to hand Cecília to Pedri in an attempt to calm him down, but the player was motionless. Isa grew worried seeing his chest heave uncontrollably.

"Why? Is it because he has a game next week?" Marco asked again. Axel only muttered a yes. Isa looked at Pedri, concerned all over her face.

"Huum, Axel baby, I think your dad needs a hug from you," Isa said to her son. Pedri's eyes widened at her, his heart racing even faster. Axel turned to look at them, his face twisted in confusion at seeing the player crying.

"What happened?" the boy asked, approaching the player. He looked at Isa, confused.

"He needs a hug, baby," Isa said softly. Axel immediately climbed onto the bed and hugged the player, and Pedri finally felt he could breathe again. It had taken nine years for Axel to finally call him Dad, and for him to do it at an age where he fully understood and comprehended things was even more gratifying.

"Why are they always so clingy when dad needs to go on a week trip?" Marco asked, making Isa laugh, it was pretty much true, of their three kid Axel was the one that most felt Pedri's absence when he was to spend a longer time from home. "Come, let's prepare your bed for sleep, it's getting late," Isa said, taking Marco's hand as he talked about sleeping over at Grandpa's house.

Isa greatly appreciated that Marco was a child who fell asleep quickly; he had been like that since birth, sleeping peacefully through the night. Unlike Axel, who could stay up very late during celebrations. Cecilia was somewhere in between; it depended on who she was with at the moment. She was quieter and shyer, and only now, nearing her second birthday, was she starting to develop her speech. If she was with Axel, Gavi, and Fer, she could stay up all night playing with them, but if Marco was going to bed, she would calmly stay by his side until she fell asleep too.

Isa was lying on the office couch, having put Marco and Cecilia to sleep. She had considered heading to her and Pedri's room, but he was still engrossed in a conversation with Axel, so she didn't want to interrupt their moment. The truth was, Axel had already asked Isa if he could call Pedri "dad" as he grew up. Not that he cared much about the term; Pedri was his "Pedriiii," and he was content with that. However, people around him always bestowed the title on the player – his school friends, those who played with him: "Wow, your dad is Pedri, that's so cool," "Is your dad playing with us?" Even sports programs comment, "Pedri and his kids," or relatives ask him to inquire to "your dad." Even Pedri, who always spoke of "his kids," "his children." Axel never questioned it; he understood the situation. Isa always talked to him about it. But the fact was, Pedri was there. Pedri was at the games. Pedri took him to practices and school. Pedri took care of him and worried when he was sick. Pedri gave advice and devoted all his attention to the little boy. Pedri even kept bringing him M&Ms and pretended not to know he hated sweets. So, one way or another, Pedri was the father figure he had. Henry was someone distant, who showed up once in a while, who never called, and when he remembered to appear, it ended up causing confusion and nervousness. Isa had tried to keep in touch, had even given him the new address and said he was welcome to come whenever he wanted, but he never did. So Isa stopped insisting, and Axel stopped asking. He had Pedri, he had the player's parents who treated him like their own and did everything for him. Isa didn't think of this as a replacement, but she had always raised Axel to know he was loved, and when people from outside welcomed him with love and affection, it helped him understand everything.

"Love?" Isa heard Pedri's voice calling softly from down the hallway. His emotive tone squeezed at Isa's chest. She got up from the couch and walked out of the office into the corridor, finding the player standing by Axel's recently closed bedroom door. She smiled at him and could see tears welling up in his eyes once again. "If his fans could see him now..." she thought.

Pedri hugged her, his face buried in her neck. "He finally called me dad, love," Pedri whispered as Isa guided him into their room, closing the door behind them. The truth was, Pedri had also asked Isa about this matter before—it was something he had wanted Axel to do. They even argued when Axel passed the test to enter Barcelona's youth academy, and Isa suggested he should call his father and share the news. Pedri was furious with her that day, and didn't speak to her for several more. But just as she explained to Axel that it was something he could do if he felt comfortable, she explained to Pedri that it was something he couldn't force.

"I honestly thought you were going to have a heart attack, baby," Isa said as she stroked the player's back.

"You know how much I've waited for this," he replied, sniffling. "And it was so worth it."

Isa smiled at him, feeling her heart fill with love for the player. He made her fall a little more in love with him every day, and it was so overwhelming, that he was craving in her heart with each passing day, seeing his reaction to Axel's words only strengthened it.

"I love you, Isabella Gonzalez," Pedri said with a little smile, kissing the woman.

Before she could say anything, small knocks on the door interrupted them.

"Papa," Isabella abruptly pulled away from Pedri, her mouth forming a perfect "O" of surprise, while Pedri's eyes widened.

"Pedri Gonzalez!" Isabella said in an angry tone. "I can't believe it."

"It's not my fault, love," he said, raising his hands in surrender.

"PAPA!" the voice grew louder along with the knocks. Isa didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the scene.

"What's with me carrying my children for 9 months just for them to be copies of you, whether in appearance or personality and prefer you," Isa said, shocked. And Pedri laughed.

"Oh, love, you know better than anyone that I'm irresistible," he said confidently, and Isa slapped his chest.

"I want a divorce," she said seriously, pouting. Pedri's eyes darkened, and then he laughed, pulling her close and kissing her.

"Never say that again," he said.

"Papaaaaaa!" Cecilia screamed from the other side of the door, making both of them laugh. Isa stepped back and opened the door, squinting at the little girl.

"Go on, traitor," Isa cleared the way for her, and immediately she stumbled toward her father, causing Isa to roll her eyes at the scene. Pedri picked Cecilia up in his arms and kissed the top of her head.

"Where's Papa's little girl?" he emphasized the last words, looking at Isabella, who rolled her eyes and headed for the bed. Pedri walked over to her and placed Cecilia in her lap.

"Papa," Cecilia smiled at Isabella and hugged her.

"Oh great, now she's throwing it in my face," Isabella laughed at the scene.

"I think everyone's papa to her," Pedri concluded, lying down next to them.

"Is that why Gavi ran off earlier?" Isa asked, looking at Pedri who was having his face squished by Cecília's little hands.

"Yeah," Pedri chuckled, and Isa rolled her eyes. "I'll text him tomorrow."

"Well, love, maybe we can try for that fourth baby. Maybe you'll have better luck with this one," Pedri said jokingly, and Isabella looked at him incredulously.

"Go put your little girl to bed then..." Pedri smiled triumphantly at her and picked up Cecília running to put her to sleep.

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N/A: So, that's it!!!! I finally feel good to say goodbye to this family 🥹😭❤️

Ps: Axel is 12 years here, Marco has 4, and Cecilia will turn 2.

[gatitties]

Dates

Manager Miniseries

─Aoba Josai x fem!reader

─Summary: a discussion and a challenge makes you question if this team really shares a cell among them, worst of all, you accepted

─Warnings: none

10 < 11 > 12

You sighed, closing the door behind you, your eyes narrowed to see how the room was messy and the boys seemed to be arguing about something that didn't interest you. You started to pick up quietly, after a few minutes Watari joined to help so you thanked with a smile.

"Why are they making such a fuss?"

You two sat a little apart to be able to talk, rather so that you wouldn't have to put up with the screams of your classmates for one of their stupid things.

"They argue to see who is better at planning dates."

"Dates?" you glanced at how the whole team gave Oikawa a bad look, who surely gloated over his success in his dates with girls, you didn't even flinch when saw how Iwaizumi hit him to keep him quiet "Okay, you have to go train so stop arguing."

You decided that it was time to finish, hitting the table with your hands to make them stop talking.

"That's it!" Oikawa suddenly jumped pointing at his manager, it seemed that a light bulb had gone on over his head "We'll all have dates with (Nn) and she will put us a note."

They all looked at each other to agree, they would never fall for their captain's nonsense, less when it comes to girls, they always saw it as a challenge when it comes to showing that they are better than Oikawa.

"Why do you always have to include me in your fights?"

You moaned throwing to the ground dramatically, now you would have to go out with the nine boys and on top of that qualifying them, what a good week awaits you. Why did you accept it? Oh yeah, so they'd stop making a damn scene, you would choose violence next time.

You didn't know what plans Kunimi had, your expectations were rather low, because everyone knew how lazy that boy was, however he could always surprise with something innovative for his date, but come on, we're talking about Kunimi Akira, the boy who falls asleep in training when no one is looking.

You weren't surprised by the fact that you had to go look for him from his class to get out, you walked together while complaining about everything you could, you always did when he skips trainning. At least the walk was nice. You stopped at a small store to buy some snacks, like a good gentleman he let you choose the junk food you were going to eat later.

"Could we sit down for a moment? If you feel like it."

You nodded and sat down on a bench, the truth is that the way to Kunimi's house was quite long.

"I really didn't feel like doing this, but I guess I like spending time with you." he shrugged, looking away "I mean, you're not as annoying as Oikawa or Yahaba, plus you let me sleep during practice."

"I appreciate your sincerity Kunimi."

You smiled ruffling his hair, you only spent a few more minutes until finally decided to walk again. When you arrived at Kunimi's house, you were attacked by a very loving mother who mistook you for his son's girlfriend. Even clarifying everything, Kunimi was embarrassed by his mother, at least she hadn't shown the family album from when he was a baby.

"Excuse my mom, she's sometimes nosy."

You could only laugh at your partner's expression as brushed it off. Now you two were in bed cuddling up while eating and watching the movie you chose to watch. The whole afternoon was based on that, watching anything on the computer while hugging, from time to time you continued to complain about life or played cards to rest for a while. You enjoyed each other's company, the day went by quickly, more than a romantic date it was something more friendly, you still would not deny the pleasant afternoon you spent with Kunimi. He even let you comb his hair, which was strangely super soft and silky.

Besides, he just wanted to spend time alone with you doing whatever, which added certain points.

Kunimi Akira,

Rate: __/10

Notes: go home to see the family album.

Kindaichi was rather known for being someone simple, without many complications, but he still tried hard to do everything right, although he was also known for being clumsy, that is, not everything on his date was going to turn out as he wanted. He had planned to take a walk along a path through a small forest, sit there and chat to pass the time and eat some snacks. He wanted to see the sunset but since all know that nothing can go right for the boy, you had to leave earlier because Kindaichi apparently had an allergy to some plant around there, you ended up going to the pharmacy to get something to make him feel better.

The two of you ended up sitting on the sidewalk of a lonely street, watching the sun set over the buildings in the place, it wasn't the same view as from the forest but it was still better than nothing.

"I'm sorry I…" he sneezed "I ruined the date."

You patted Kindaichi's back to comfort him, something always had to happen that spoiled his plans, at least he had the second part of the date.

He got up, sneezing again, shook his pants to extend his hand to you, both arrived at the cinema holding hands while several old ladies laughed pointing at you and whispering as if you were a pretty teenage couple, this caused a strong blush on Kindaichi, even you felt his hand trembling so you caressed it a bit to relax him. He only got the opposite effect, when he felt your caresses he stiffened.

Everything went well in the movie theater, while you had your head resting on his shoulder, he had his head on yours, you wouldn't deny that Yuutaro's company was pleasant to say the least. You were no mishaps during the movie —or almost none— if it hadn't been for a baby who started crying a little before the movie finished, everything would have been perfect, even so, you didn't take it much into account and continued with the following. Dinner was in a small stall next to the cinema, the food was good and the atmosphere was relaxing, somewhat adequate, you added a few points to his rate for lending you his jacket due to the cold at night, you also added points for walk you home. Kindaichi was definitely a cinnamon roll.

"Thanks for the date Kindaichi, in the end it wasn't so bad and I hope you recover soon from the allergy."

You kissed his cheek softly, leaving the boy in shock for a few minutes touching his blushing cheek.

Kindaichi Yuutaro,

Rate: __/10

Notes: not go out into the forest with him.

Well, the poor libero didn't even want to participate in the activity at first, but being part of the team he was forced to go out with you even for a short period of time, you didn't mind much because Watari was your guardian angel when there was a lot chaos.

"I'm sorry if it's not really impressive" he rubbed the back of his neck nervously "I didn't prepare anything spectacular."

Both walked through a park where couples enjoyed themselves, children ran and dogs went here and there sniffing everything.

"It doesn't matter Watari, I didn't want to do this either."

You shrugged, understanding the boy, you didn't want to go out on a date, but hey, you just took it as a normal outing for friends . Shinji spread a tablecloth on the grass, you put the basket where you brought food on it, followed by this you sat watching how the other people enjoyed their time.

"I didn't know you cooked so well!"

You flattered the boy by trying what he had prepared especially for the occasion. He thanked with a small blush causing you to giggle when you saw how he reacted to your words.

You spent several hours talking about any topic of conversation, Watari was quite friendly and you were able to see the funniest side of him, apparently he was quite a fan of bad jokes, so now you are laughing while telling some. When the sun was about to set you got up quickly, you had been in the park longer than expected and now it was turn to run to get to what he had prepared on time, as the boy's house was nearby you dropped the picnic there to run out.

You weren't the most athletic so Watari ended up grabbing your wrist to go faster, you would miss the sunset. You ran for a while while laughing, crossed a whole grove holding hands trying not to fall through the branches or stones, feeling the adrenaline of the moment.

Then stopped.

You two lay down on the shore of a beautiful lake that seemed to be hidden from the city, catching your breath, you were speechless when you saw the landscape, the sun with brilliant sparkles reflected in the water, the orange clouds mixed with the little darkness creating a beautiful scene.

"This place is very beautiful Watari."

"Right? I usually go for a run and found it by chance."

He smiled sitting next to you watching as the night made its way along with the stars, it wasn't the most elaborate plan but it was undoubtedly a tender moment.

Watari Shinji,

Rate: __/10

Notes: hang out with Watari more.

Honestly, you didn't know what to expect from Yahaba, you really thought he was like a jack-in-the-box, although knowing how fanatical he is, or was, of getting a girl on the team, he surely had a typical date in mind, where he tried to be a gentleman willing to protect his girl from all evil. Yeah, that sounds a lot like him.

To begin with, you had to wait about ten minutes for him to finish combing his precious hair, without paying much attention to it, you observed how Yahaba was well dressed but at the same time with comfortable clothes, at least it was not too extravagant. He smiled brightly to extend his arm, you grabbed it to start walking.

"Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise."

You rolled your eyes as he continued to smile, probably thinking how great he looks right now, as always. You arrived at a restaurant, quite predictably. The dinner went well and you didn't have any problem with the food or other people, so far you had a good time and while you ate you talked about things in common.

When it was time to pay, Yahaba invited, although you insisted on dividing it, you let it go this time, never deny free food, you didn't want to break the illusions that he was behaving like a romantic movie cliché. When you left the restaurant outside, it was already night, the lights illuminated the city and the wind was running slightly like a relaxing breeze that ruffled the leaves of the trees.

"Follow me."

Once again you linked arms to continue the date, this time you took a taxi to go to the outskirts of the city where the nocturnal tranquility of the moment was reflected.

"It's quite relaxing to walk around here, isn't it?"

You nodded, admiring the dark sky, not realizing that you were heading to a somewhat out-of-the-way beach, you watched as the boy took off his shoes and approached the shore, prompting you to do the same. You didn't think much and joined him, you walked barefoot on the sand until inadvertently a small wave splashed you two a little. You looked at each other for a few moments to start laughing, threw your shoes to start splashing yourselves with kicks into the water, both ended up drenched on the floor.

"We'll catch a cold after this."

Yahaba laughed, pushing you into the sea, drenching you completely, since you weren't going to sit idly by, you grabbed one of the boy's feet, pulling him to make him fall, successfully achieving your goal and ended up swimming. The worst thing was getting out of it, being wet and being horribly cold at night, you hugged yourself, rubbing your arms in search of some warmth, you felt how he hugged you from behind, increasing your body temperature

"Now we definitely will catch a cold."

You friendly hit Yahaba to turn around and hug him properly.

"It won't be a cold if we die of hypothermia before, idiot."

"Why not a little movement to warm up?"

You looked at the boy strangely, then you were taken by the hand and began to run apparently aimlessly, you couldn't help but laugh as ran, enjoying the sensation of the wind on your face, feeling how your body returned to a proper temperature step by step.

The next morning you did not attend school because had a fever.

Yahaba Shigeru,

Rate: __/ 10

Notes: bring spare clothes to the next one.

You didn't expect Kentaro to seriously participate in this silly competition, and were surprised to see how he patiently waited for you at the door of your classroom, although frightening some students with his hard look. You walked up to him to get his attention, making his frown less as you left the school to go to the first stop.

With a couple of grunts, he indicated the way —because yeah, you had learned that strange language of groans and grunts from the boy— the way was really calm, neither spoke but you were comfortable with silence.

You arrived at a pretty little cafe, the funny thing was that it wasn't just a cafe but rather one for cats, where you could play with the tame cats that were playing around. Kentaro wasn't a fan of cats, he preferred dogs, but knowing that you adored those animals, he made the effort to put up with those wandering furballs for a while. At least he could spend time with you, he didn't quite like you but were more bearable than third years.

"I didn't know you liked cats."

You only received a grunt of denial, making you chuckle at seeing his frown a little deeper. You had already finished with your orders and now you were sitting on the floor petting the kittens, who seemed attracted to Kentaro. The poor man was surrounded while the animals asked for love. You couldn't help but smile when saw the scene, without being seen you took your phone to capture the moment.

Satisfied with the first part of the day you went on to the next, at this point it wasn't too surprising that you ended up in an animal shelter where people were allowed to play with them. It was fun to see how a legion of yellow chicks chased him from one place to another, they were so insistent that he also ended up surrounded by chicks, he even grabbed a couple to caress them. You couldn't contain at the tenderness you felt when saw that and took another photo, this time you were seen which caused Kyotani's cheeks to slightly tinge with pink tones.

A puppy scared the small birds away, without any other remedy you dedicated to playing with it, throwing it a ball, you learned that your companion really appreciated animals like no one else. On the outside he seemed to be a complete bully but on the inside he was like an adorable baby. You finished checking it when saw how he lay down next to a big dog that was also running around looking for attention.

You limited to take photos of everything Kentaro did, with that you would have blackmail, besides that he was fucking adorable. When night fell you walked to a small junk food stand, bought fried chicken, started talking some more about how much fun it had been to visit those animals.

It wasn't all pretty though, as an angry goat chased you for a while while he laughed in your face at how you ran for your life. You interpreted it as karma for taking so many embarrassing photos of him. At least you could hear his laugh, even though he was laughing at you and your misfortune.

Kentaro Kyotani,

Rate: __/10

Notes: make Kentaro laugh more often.

You sincerely expected anything from Makki, from going to the cinema to see Monsters Inc. to going to a high-end restaurant to try expensive wine. Luckily he chose something more normal and above all more in line with his fun personality, an arcade, simple, cheap and can have a good time.

"Hey!"

He greeted, ruffling your hair, letting out a laugh when he saw the bad face you made, you punched him on the shoulder and start walking to the place.

"Where do we start?"

"Hmm, I don't care, I'll beat you at anything."

He smiled proudly, pointing to himself with an arrogant smile, you looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a blank expression. Not today Makki.

"Why don't we start with this one?"

You pointed to the whack a moles game, you smiled to take the mallets and begin to mercilessly crush the robots, when you got tired you decided to see the points, realizing that you had ended in a tie. Takahiro narrowed his eyes looking at the place, his competitive mode was coming to light and he wouldn't let be beaten so easily.

"Let's go to that one!"

He grabbed the tickets you won in the previous one, pulling your wrist to go to a mini basketball game. Again, you were enjoying seeing how Makki's teeth gnashed with rage at not being able to win in a single game, without a doubt he was the one with whom you had laughed the most out of all the dates you had. He only looked sideways as you tried to hide your smile when saw the frustration of not being able to overcome you, It went on like this for a couple more games.

"It's already a bit late, maybe we could go to dinner."

"No! We can't leave yet, let's try that game!"

He pointed to the typical driving game, where you couldn't tie. With a sigh you walked over to the boy who was already ready to start. A soft laugh made Hanamaki's ego sink even more as he was completely defeated. Then he had an idea.

"Okay, this will be the last game, I promise."

"You've been saying that for the last four games."

"(N), please!"

"Okay, okay…"

This time it was a virtual shooter where you held guns to kill hordes of zombies, for a moment both were tied but Makki launched a hip movement that threw you out of the gun's range causing your character to be devoured.

"I won!"

He raised his arms in the air celebrating his "victory" while you sighed at his childish attitude, at least you had a good time.

"Okay champion, what do you want to buy with the tickets?"

He smiled looking at the toy stand to point it out, at this point you didn't even wonder why he wanted a Ditto stuffed animal, he would surely choose that because it's the Pokemon from some random meme.

You only gave him the stuffed animal so he could stop competing, but knowing him, he wouldn't give it up so easily. There was only dinner left and even for that reason you argued to know what was better, Burger King or Mcdonalds, in the end you decided to give in because otherwise you were going to be all night without dinner.

The date ended with Hanamaki choking on a nugget at McDonald's for competing in who could eat everything the fastest.

Hanamaki Takahiro,

Rate: __/10

Notes: don't challenge him.

You hoped that the date with Matsukawa would be a bit calmer than Makki's, since you couldn't stand competing two days in a row and you didn't want to let him win either.

Luckily for you and knowing how lazy that boy was, he simply decided to go to the theme park near the city. The transport by train was a bit bad due to how tight it was and because some people were too close to you and you didn't like that from strangers, of course, when Mattsun notice this, he hug you to keep just close to him, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Thank you."

You muttered smiling towards him. It didn't take long for you to enter the theme park, contemplating in amazement the great attractions that were there. You started with something softer like the rotating tea cups, from which you came out somewhat dizzy, Matsukawa needed to hold on because he almost fell on a child.

You continued trying some attractions such as roller coasters or some water to cool off, after a while you decided to stop to eat something in some picnic areas.

"So you're liking it?"

"Yeah."

You shrugged realizing he wasn't even paying attention to you as his eyes were looking right behind you.

"What are you…?"

"Mickey Mouse!"

"Huh?"

You turned to see the typical huge costume they used so that people could take pictures, seeing the sparkle in the boy's eyes, you sighed to take him to take a picture with the Disney character as if you were his mother.

Since there were more characters, he ended up taking at least twenty photos, but you couldn't deny either when saw the expression of happiness that your lazy friend was making, it was the first time you had seen him enjoy something other than memes or Hanamaki so much.

You went back to ride other attractions, making the time fly by. Out of curiosity you entered a horror attraction that was opening, it was something like a zombie attack. You entered in groups of four and you were matched with two muscular men who laughed at the actors in costumes. You were neutral ignoring the men's comments while Matsukawa was breaking out in a cold sweat. You got to a part where they were trying to scare you, no one flinched except for the Mattsun who jumped grabbing the first thing he caught, accidentally touching the ass of one of the men who accompanied you.

He grabbed your hand to run out of the embarrassing situation through the emergency door, you didn't stop until you were quite far away, so you sat down on a bench to regain energy. He couldn't help but blush when he heard your laugh, you were already crying with laughter at the misfortune of Matsukawa. You wiped away your tears to soothe him by giving him a comfortable pat on the shoulder.

"Come on, it hasn't been that bad."

You looked at each other for a few minutes in silence until you burst out laughing again trying to recover the air you were losing.

"I-It's not funny!"

He pouted, cheeks still burning, earning a small side hug to try and comfort him.

The rest of the afternoon you teased Mattsun with jokes about what happened but you still decided to keep it a secret for now. No one should find out about the photos with the Disney characters and even less that he had touched a stranger's buttock.

Matsukawa Issei,

Rate: __/10

Notes: do not enter horror attractions with him.

You'd be lying if you said you had high expectations when it came to Oikawa, since he boasted so much about being the best, it'll be a good date right? Well, didn't start very well when you almost fainted when you were next to the boy, who had put on at least two liters of cologne.

When you could get used to the strong smell you were already in what seemed to be his destination, a huge shopping center. You must have guessed, we are talking about Oikawa Tooru.

What you didn't expect is that you would go into all shops, you literally didn't leave a single one. You were now sitting, drinking a milkshake, waiting for him to come out of the fitting room with some clothes he wanted to try on. The liquid came out of you nose and began to cough uncontrollably when Oikawa came out of the fitting room in a fiery red mini dress, black heeled boots and a feather scarf, he looked like a dancer from a cabaret. He even had eye makeup on.

'Where did he get that from? I'd rather not know.'

"(Nn)! I knew that I was divine."

"Y-yes…"

You spoke with difficulty from choking earlier. You looked everywhere looking for someone who had seen the scene but luckily everyone seemed to be on their business and had not noticed the boy.

"Oikawa, please change your clothes."

He pouted to go back into the small room, you sighed more calmly, thinking that this date was going to be more normal but it turned out that it wasn't. When you came out you went for a little walk looking at some shop windows or talking about the captain's problems, you began to hear a lot of female whispers and from one moment to the next Oikawa was surrounded by fangirls, leaving you aside. You went to sit on a bench, knowing that this was going to happen.

"(N)."

A hand landed on your shoulder and you smiled when you saw the boy.

"Hey Toshi."

He smiled back to sit next to you, you ended up talking about how you were here pointing to a bunch of people —girls— where your captain was. Wakatoshi was there to buy some new shoes, according to him he had come with the rest of the team but they got separated.

"Ushiwaka!"

A thunderous voice interrupted your talk, he calmly walked to the bench to smile with his eyes closed when he saw you and throw himself into your arms.

"Tendou I think you're crushing her."

"Tendou, come back here!"

Semi screamed in the distance, you could see the former setter's face was smeared with ice cream as he glared knives at the readhead, who started running.

"I think I should go get them."

"Yeah, you should go Toshi."

You were going to hug to say goodbye but other arms caught you first.

"You can't steal my girl, especially not on our date!"

"Your girl? Date?"

Wakatoshi's expression darkened sending chills to Oikawa while you simply glanced at your phone without interest.

"U-umh yes! my (Nn)!"

Without thinking much, he planted a short kiss on your lips, leaving Ushijima and you stunned. There were a few minutes of tension until a loud blow was heard all over the place.

Oikawa came to his house with a kick and Ushijima no longer wanted him in Shiratorizawa.

Oikawa Tooru,

Rate: __/10

Notes: don't go out to public places with him

You were hoping this would be the most normal and coherent outing of all, because he's Iwaizumi, and he really was kind of a real gentleman.

You two stayed last in the gym cleaning up, then you stopped to buy some sweets in the vending machine while you thought of strategies on how to hit their captain so that he would stop being so annoying. When the boy found out that he kissed you, a vein popped out on his forehead, he would hit that stupid when he saw him, for now he wanted to take advantage of the time with you. Since you were wearing sports clothes you decided to run a bit on a not very long route, it came from someone as sporty as Iwa, but it was good to go running for a day, although you almost died trying to keep up with him.

"Let's rest."

You thanked lying down so that your breathing would calm down, Hajime passed you a bottle of water and patted your back.

"Don't worry, we won't run anymore." he laugh awkwardly "Sorry, I really thought the idiots already took you to all the places I could think of."

"Yes, they were original when choosing some places, but it's okay Iwaizumi, this is a good plan."

You smiled giving him a thumbs up, making him gain more confidence that you weren't put off by a less romantic plan. When you felt rested you walked at a calmer pace enjoying the views while talking about the club and how weird others were sometimes.

"Here we are."

Iwaizumi stood with both hands on his hips, you were in a fairly large lake where you could rent canoes to sail in couples. At least you were able to enjoy the boy's muscular arms in the foreground thanks to the ride where he practically rowed alone.

You had fun splashing some water on each other to cool off and seeing the pretty fish that were there. Almost everything went well except for the fact that just as you were reaching the end of the tour a fish jumped hitting Iwaizumi in the face, which in turn unbalanced the canoe causing you to fall into the water. Since you didn't want to catch a cold again, you suggested going to your house, which was not far away, to take a shower. He accepted, a little embarrassed for having spoiled what was left of the day.

"I'm sorry."

You denied, downplaying the problem to pass him some loose clothing and a towel. Iwaizumi made dinner by way of apology for ruining the moment and causing trouble —not accepting help— who knew the grumpy team mom knew how to cook that well.

You ended up falling asleep in your bed while watching Godzilla.

Iwaizumi Hajime,

Rate: __/10

Notes: invite him home to make dinner more times

You entered the club room where everyone was gathered as usual, quietly you began to clean up the mess as usual, ignoring the dispute between the boys. Watari started to help you, wanting not to be a part of the fight.

"Can you tell why are they arguing now?"

A bead of sweat ran down the libero's forehead, who was looking nervously from side to side.

"U-umh well they… discuss to know who kisses better."

You rolled your eyes to listen to the conversation, having a certain déjà vu at the scene of everyone yelling over something stupid.

"I'm sure Oikawa is a disaster at kissing."

"Hey! That's a lie." he pouted "Besides, I'm sure you haven't even given a kiss."

Makki put his hand to his chest in offense, he pointed out to the first years.

"I'm not a novice like them."

"There is no problem in not having kissed, right Kunimi?"

Kindaichi nudged his friend expecting an affirmation, but only received a mysterious laugh.

"Kunimi!?"

They started to raise their voices more and more until Oikawa banged on the table making a noise above everyone making them shut up.

"I got it!" he pointed to you "She will vote for us, she will have to kiss us and qualify."

He smirked victoriously at his "great idea", everyone watched as you blinked many times, smiling falsely to slam the door, you weren't going to go through there, with dating you could at least have a good bonding moment but this already seemed like a joke.

"Speaking of kisses… Oikawa, isn't there something you should tell us?"

"E-eh, I don't thing so?" he laughed nervously "Oh! It's late, my girlfriend awaits me."

"But she broke with you a week ago…"

Matsukawa muttered looking at him with a raised eyebrow. The captain smiled to run away, or so he tried because Iwaizumi grabbed him so he wouldn't escape. They would have a long talk about respecting the personal space of others.

[ohboycharlie]

THE ELEVATOR ଓ｡˚.CL16 (part2)

part1 here for this. pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader summary: when the elevator becomes cupid.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"I, I, I see how this is gon' go, Touch me and you'll never be alone

I-Island breeze and lights down low, No one has to know"

In this house, we worshipped taylor swift. After all, I took the 26th floor for a reason (13 x 2). And as Mother once said, there is nothing I do better than revenge.

I knew I was overreacting to the whole situation but then again as Conan Gray once said I love being dramatic because why would you ever deal with an emotion in a logical way when you could have the option of absolutely losing your mind. And to top it off, it was Charles Leclerc and I obviously needed a better reason to make him remember me rather than just a neighbour.

To get to know him better I looked into the F1 timetable and tried to seek long breaks where he could be home because I didn't want to make a fool out of myself when he wasn't even present to witness it. I mean why do something worth remembering when there isn't an audience. He was in Spain at the moment apparently and may be back after 2 weeks. So I had 14 days to think of something extravagant. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

A week passed and I still did not have my plan and that was devastating for me so I took comfort in the only movie I could and what a decision that was.

The movie 'Set It Up' was a masterpiece. Glen Powell? amazing. Zoey Deutch? powerful. The trope? scrumptidumptilicious. It was my comfort movie and thereby became my ultimate power move. There is this specific elevator scene where they break down the elevator so that these two people could get to know each other. What if I did the same? What if I asked someone to stop the elevator when we were in it and then I could act as if I was scared of elevators and freak him out. So cruel but then again so memorable. You would never forget someone who was having a full-ass tantrum in a close confined space with you. This was it. This was my final asshole moment.

Now all I needed was someone who was good with these things. I couldn't ask the building operator after all because they wouldn't understand me. But then again no one would willingly do that to their idol now would they? So I needed help and where to find it better than your friend.

Maya was let's say, an evil mastermind with a heart of platinum. I met her the day I joined my new office. She was my deskmate and I've never been more grateful for anything than that. Maybe my apartment but eh. She took the liberty to show me around Monaco. She also had a curious amount of exes and she had this weird power to get them to do all the work. One minute they're a mess, the next they're thanking her for the best time of their lives. So I knew I needed her to execute this plan.

"Oh my god girl where have you been? We haven't seen each other in like weeks now." It was true, I skipped the office last week for my master plan. "I need your help with something way outta pocket." "At this point, nothing is way outta pocket for me so just speak up." I needed to convince her because she knew who Charles was. So I told her the whole story and my plan and her response had me gobsmacked. "That's it? You want me to help you get a boyfriend?"

"Wrong. Not a boyfriend. I don't even know what just help me will you?" So she got an electrician sort of and we gave him a hefty amount so that he could keep his mouth shut. This sounds like something illegal but it's not...right? Next, I just had to set my timing right. He had to be present on the day I hoped he did. But then again if things worked like that, everyone would be living a merry life.

It was a few days later that I heard the noises again. From his apartment. Perfect. I tried to note down all the times he left his house but it was very hard because he was as stealthy as a cat unfortunately. One midnight tho changed everything. I was in my living room doing my work when I heard a loud thud and a string of 'shit, fuck, merde' and I knew I had my cat in the bag. Turned out he left his home between 1 and 2 every day so now my plan was on the table and in the works. It was all going to go down tomorrow night.

I called Maya to let her know when we needed the electrician. The plan was simple. When I would see Charles leaving, I would leave to with an excuse and sneak past him and above so that I could get the lift before him. The lift would then stop for him and we would be together until the 20th floor and then bam. A non-functioning elevator. Then I'll do what I needed to do. This was it. This was going to be the d-day.

part 3 here.

[galpalaven]

favorites! beginnings! annnnd hero!

Favourites: Which song of the band’s is your MC’s favourite? Which is the fan-favourite?

Penny's favourites are always the ones with a sacrilegious undertone. Pretending that the playlist I made is their songs, her favorites are Heaven Knows and Don't Stop the Devil.

The fan favourite that got played at the audition is Love Bites (So Do I) and she's very, very fond of that one as well.

Beginnings: When and how did they know they wanted to be a professional musician? Was there a deciding factor?

Penny grew up surrounded by music!

I know that the MC has a canon (shitty) family, but Penny has had a family for a long time as one of my OCs, and I really just couldn't get rid of them, even if it fit the game narrative.

Her mother, Rivkah, was someone who sang with her children often when they were small. She encouraged them to play instruments and listen to music whenever it was possible. Her eldest, Penny's brother, Ilya, took to singing and the violin, though he was more well-known for his skating career in his adolescence. Ilya is almost 30 now, pursuing a doctorate in linguistics, but Penny has been slowly talking him around to playing violin on a track she's been itching to record.

(Ilya's voice claim is Hozier!)

Penny also has a younger sibling, Ash (they/them), who sometimes helps out with the editing/music production side of things. (I have an equally horrible/dramatic idea for how they can be involved in the story as well)

From pretty much the second that Penny could talk, she was singing. She used to put on little concerts for her family at holidays, and took voice lessons as she got older. She also plays guitar, the drums, and piano. Of the three, she was the most musically inclined, but she didn't really decide she wanted to pursue it until Seven.

She and Seven had planned out pretty much everything about who they wanted to be to the world by the time they were, like, 14. They absolutely picked out their stage names together while sitting on his roof because she snuck over late on a school night. They were going to be Penny Loveless and Seven Lawless, the most rockin' duo to ever hit the music scene.

It was real for her because it was real for him. When they stopped being friends, she considered giving up making her own music, but by that point it just... she didn't want to do anything else.

The stage calls her name. She can't deny it even if she wanted to.

Hero: What is their favourite thing about G? Why is your MC such a big fan?

It's the voice and the lyrics and the music style, babes. Griffin's hot, sure, but she finds the lyrics inspirational and Misfit Alley's sound is something that really scratched an itch she didn't know she had.

She's quite mellow about being a fan, though. The hero worship was something she did as a kid -- she's in her mid 20s now and treats him like a colleague and an equal more than anything (something that has him intrigued).

Infamous OC Ask Game

[allforafro]

ok, I hope that whoever reads this still remembers more or less what happened in each episode, if not, it may not make sense to you

opinions about individual episodes of heroes season 3 begin

3.1

I don't know anything about medicine, but the Nathan rescue scene was weird/badly done

peter looks good as usual

got hit by a teenager lol

Sylar started working in horror films during his break

I understand you maya I don't understand science either

hiro is cute and childish

You have to save the world, so I will speak in riddles

what happened, what are you doing, future peter

nathan I almost died but I'm alive and I'm more religious em ok dude

Mohinder, what's wrong with you?

sylar what the hell are you talking about?

this scene was quite disgusting

oh mother mohinder go to therapy because with your obsession with sylar you can't live a normal life

why everyone is coming back from the dead this season

Matt, get up, there's a scorpion on your face, it's scary

did mohinder die because that would be funny

Angela is great as usual

what the hell is this narrator text?

no, he's still alive

3.2

Claire was traumatized and now feels no pain

nice vision Angela

maya is beautiful mohinder you should focus on flirting with her and not bullshit

but you could slow down a bit

maybe because you didn't raise her, you asshole

is this another niki personality?

Millbrook stole some good stuff

life dilemmas (not sarcasm)

is Linderman just an illusion?

poor elle

kill him noah, too bad sylar is immortal

the best thing is that the others don't know that the screaming guy is Peter

or you misunderstood future hiro

you can't tell anyone the truth except nathan, you haven't changed anything peter

ok tracy is definitely not Niki

no hiro don't turn your back on ando

Is there something wrong, Dr. Suresh? it was obvious, idiot

disgusting!!!

talking turtle lol

Africa? Interesting

why isn't claire so surprised that her father is alive, didn't they think he was dead

Yes! nathan is crazy, let's go!!!

I don't know if the company is bad or good anymore

That scene with Meredith showing up was weird (I mean their faces)

I wonder what Jessie can do?

angela is creepy

3.3

Angela is Sylar's mother, did I miss something? no, she's definitely winding him up

duet noah and sylar I didn't know I needed this in my life

lyle is right

claire lol

sandra is right claire, education is important

XD angela plays sylar as she wants

Daphne is funny

this guy knows matt's life, interesting

Lol sylar you watched too many movies

you don't know peter

Sylar probably won't listen to Noah and it will be a mess

Is Tracy Niki's twin sister?

this lecturer is hopeless, Zimmerman's name is read with a "C"

it wasn't her fault, it was yours hiro

mother-daughter bond

their partnership is great

is this the series where noah becomes a cosmic godfather to everyone with special abilities

what does matt have in common with this african guy?

Claire doesn't go to school but she goes to cheerleading practice, that's just an excuse

This Zimmerman is interesting

music puts them into a trance?

yes noah kill him

Why did I develop the desire to kill Sylar? This guy didn't do anything to me

shrugs - whatever

3.4

I become death, how dramatic (yes, I know what the title refers to)

Rash? allergy? This is disgusting

Triplets? Interesting

they gave them powers

Hey, wait, didn't Niki have a sister, Jessica?

this time four, not five in the future

It's funny but both present peter and future peter are right

yes peter sylar will help you lol

don't manipulate her feelings mohinder

I don't know why but I laughed at the scenes between peter and future mohinder

I made the same face as peter

uuu gabriel is adorable

it's funny that everyone says peter is a villain

If you want my power, fix this watch

not poor little noah, poor gabriel

stop acting like children hiro and ando

web yuck

Was Nathan going to have an affair with another of the triplets, I knew

I wonder if when we meet the third one, Nathan will also have an affair with her

army of super soldiers

don't hurt nathan peter

No!!!

You're here, brother

A spiritual journey

Cemetery?

Adam!!! Yay!!!

3.5

I wonder who has this formula

Everyone prefers clear answers nathan

Linderman from Nathan's head is weird

Ok mohinder I'm not going to comment on this

better kill your mother peter it will be good for everyone

Angela's weakness on peter is great

Sandra is a good mother

Wow Claire is turning into Noah

Lol adam is funny

Interesting thing about this Linderman from other people's heads

It turns out that not all of these Level 5 people are bad

If a guy keeps silent about something, there's something wrong

Okay, this is getting scary, run away, maya!

I wonder if it's really God?

No

He killed me once and now he saved me

I don't know if I trust you on this, noah

Nathan has artificial abilities?!

He lives!

Just like in horror

Well, whatever you say, no one would think of it

Kill him, maya, it will be better for him

Suresh is harmless, lol I guess not anymore

oh hiro, ando

What? Hiro no!

Why is ando always unlucky

Lol that Sylar in the back of the car

Sometimes you're stupid noah

Who is this disgusting guy?

I wonder what this pinehearst is?

Is this Arthur Petrelli?

That's him, interesting

3.6

Fortunately, it's a trick

She goes with her wow

I wonder what ability Arthur has

I wouldn't like to ask mohinder for help but they don't know that he has become weird

Matt this is weird

Trust him, Daphne

So now you're killing people mohinder wow

How is he supposed to know that, he's not his future self

So he's the puppet master

What did you expect, hiro

Listen to her mohinder she is right

The shooting scene was intense

Sylar just want to be loved by mommy

Let's drug each other, it's a real family thing

Take her hand, I told you so

Actually it may be true that you may not be able to help her matt

Invisible peter yes

Surprise!

he takes away their powers, not bad

I wonder how they are going to defeat arthur

that's all for now, the rest when I have time

[kandadiff]

Edward stands up to Adi's mother

It was no secret that your mother was very good friends with Yolanda Hadid and while people suspected that she was a stage mother like her best friend, no one knew the extent. Your mother came to visit you along with other parents but safe to say the few days she was here, she made your life hell.

Your mother was not the only stage parent to show up but that didn't lessen her actions. She was just a bit better at hiding it- especially that Maddy loved her so much. What made it worse was when it came to your mom, it was just easier to go back to acting like when you were little instead of arguing over everything. She picked out the clothes for you and Maddy to wear "Something that shows your slender frames but nothing that makes you seem so easy. I'm not raising sluts." She did your hair. "The more slick and straight your hair looks, makes your face look thinner." And of course your food intake. "Just chew the almonds and grapes slowly. It will keep you filled." or "Your not going to eat that right? so much fat in that. How can you model with a tummy like that?"

Of course she did all of this in the privacy of your and Maddy's room. But it all came to a head when we all went we all went to the water park. The sun was high in the sky and was baking everything under its glare. The water on the rides cooled you off a bit but you've had a headache all day and despite Shawn pushing bottled water in your hands, it made you nauseous so you stopped drinking it. As the day went on your felt worse - dizzy and disoriented. Though no one seemed to notice and your mom accused you of being dramatic.

It wasn't until Edward and Draven (they had been exploring the park together with Ian) spotted you as you leaned on the heated wood of a snack booth. The last thing you saw before everything went black was Edward rushing to catch you.

You woke up in the hospital, an IV sticking into your arm and Maddy by your hospital bed. You heard a ruckus outside but still dizzy and weak you couldn't make out what was being said. When toy asked Maddy what happened she said you passed out from heat stroke and dehydration.

You stayed in the hospital until the next day. Your mother refused any visitors, claiming you needed rest. Though she continued to berate you for being dramatic and making a scene. Maddy didn't stick up for you and you partially didn't blame her for it. She still had rose colored glasses when it came your mother, given she wasn't raised with her like you were. So you tried to tune her out as best as you could until the doctors released you with a new meal plan for the weak and medicine to keep up your hydration.

She drove you back to the mansion. "That meal plan is ridiculous. Does he know how much fat is in that pork? No you can have boiled chicken and plenty of grapes. They are filled with water. Watermelon too and I'll get my doctor to get you some water pills. They help me when I had to drop weight when I was around your age." You sighed looking out the window and praying she would leave soon as you pulled up to the driveway. Despite the late hour, a few lights were still on and as soon as she placed the car in park you saw a movement in the window then Edward stomping outside the house.

He opened your door before you got a chance to, quickly but gently yanking you out of the car. He took your face in his hands, his green eyes skimming over your face and body checking for any visible injuries. "You okay?" Surprised all you did was nod. He grabbed your bag with the doctors medicine from the passenger seat and thrusted it in your hand. "Good, get in the house."

"Excuse me!" Your mother shouted "Who the hell do you think you are grabbing my daughter like that?"He ignored her and moved to the back seat. He pulled opened the door and pulled out Maddy, repeating for her to get in the house. She was as stunned as you. "I'll have you arrested!

"And I'll put you in a fucking coma!" He shouted back at her. "You put her in the hospital!" He pointed a finger at him and your mothers face scrunched up as he moved back towards the front door. At the door was Ian holding your mothers luxury Louis Vittion luggage. He took it from Ian's hands walking back towards the car.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" your mother shrieked like a banshee.

"You're a fucking shit mother!" He jerked open the door throwing in her suitcases. "You don't deserve her or being in this fucking house!" He slammed the car doors so hard you thought the windows would break.

"You little-" Your mother went to undo her seat belt and open the door but he slammed it shut nearly crushing her hand in the door in the process. She yelped and watched him move back towards you and maddy before turning back at the car, pointing down the road and shouted at her.

"DRIVE THE FUCK AWAY!"

~

[letterstomymothershewontread]

Lover,

Happy Valentines Day! I know I try to tell you everyday but today especially, I love you. You are the person I want to spend my life with and I am so lucky that you want to do the same. I'm going to be honest, most days I don't know what you see in me nor do I think I deserve someone as wonderful as you. If I could find a way to string every Valentines Day and anniversary Hallmark card together and it be cohesive, I would because like your dad always writes in your mothers cards, they say it all. I've never been one to know how to express my feelings with my own words, I always think I sound stupid so I use other ways to tell you. I like to give you massages, clean the house, help organize your kpop collection, buy you photocards. That's why I like to tag you in things on Facebook that express how much I love you. That way you and everyone knows how much I love you. If I could, I'd tell everyone on Earth I love you. I'd stop strangers in the street just to tell them how wonderful you are and how I would do anything you asked me.

There are so many songs that have little parts that just resonate with me and my soul. If I could just speak using lyrics I think that my love would make more sense when I tried to express it to you.

"I want to live with you, even when we're ghosts cause you were always there for me when I needed you the most." Those lyrics always make me think of you and when we were dating back in 2018 or 2019. I remember soaking in the bath with music playing, specifically one of my sad playlists. I suppose I added that song to it but I didn't remember doing it. Anyway, there I am laying in the bath, crying because I think we had been arguing. I was convinced you were going to break up with me and I felt like I could just die. The previous song finishes and 'Say You Wont Let Go' by James Arthur comes on. Maybe it's the way I like to romanticize my life sometimes, but you know how when you're watching a movie and the main character is sad and melancholic until the fact that they are madly and deeply in love with the other character. Then they have this entire dramatic moment where they go from depressed to motivated? I don't know if I expressed that in a way that it makes sense but it does to me. Anyway that was like the moment I had. There I was in the tub sad as fuck and then it hits me. I love you more than I've loved anyone before and I can't let you go nor, do I want you to let me go. It was in that moment I thought, I have to show you ever day that I love you more and more. With each passing day my love for you grows like how the Grinches heart grew three sizes on Christmas Day. That's how you make my hear feel.

"Life isn't pretty, we all get a little wrecked sometimes. If god's listening people think you're our of you mind. Even if you believe it, through all the hard times, I'm on your side." Every time I listen to 'On Your Side' by The Veronicas it just reminds me about all the heart ache we've been through together. All the friends we've mad and lost. The family deaths we've endured as well as all the sickness. You have never left my side, never even waivered. I hope you know that no matter what, I'm on your side. I've got your back no matter what. I will be your biggest fan when you're succeeding as well as your biggest support system when you're struggling. I refuse to not be there for you for anything. I want to be able to say I've loved you since day one when you win big. I wanna say I was there from the ground up. I'm on your side always just like I know you are mine.

"My baby's fly like a jet stream. High above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new. ... I want to wear his initial on a chain around my neck. Not because he owns me but cause he really knows me. (Which is more than they can say)." "My reputation's never been worse so you must love me for me." Reputation. If I was to put an album to our relationship in 2018 that would be it. I know that I have a reputation that proceeds me and you either didn't know about it somehow or you simply didn't give a fuck about it. Whatever it was I'm glad that you love me regardless. You love me like I'm brand new. Like I've never had my heart broke. Like I've never been damaged and tossed to the side. Like I hadn't been through all I had. You took the time I get to know me and look past all my façades and walls. You looked at me without judgment and with love in your eyes. I know I can say with all of my heart you are the only person who truly knows me.

"Wherever you stray, I follow. I'm begging for you to take my hand, wreck my plans, that's my man." No matter where you are or where you go, I want to and will be there. I want to accompany you on every adventure you plan. It doesn't matter what I imagine my future to be like because it changes constantly but, the only steady there is to it is you. No matter what my future, our future, holds I know you're there. Wherever you go, I'll go.

All of this is to say that music speaks the words I can only imagine to say. You are my entire world and if you left my world as I know it would shatter. I love you so much and I know that you'd never leave me. I trust you more than I've trusted anyone. I trust you not only with my heart but with my soul as well. You've been my rock more than ever the last two years and I would be lost without you. You're what I've been searching for my entire life, all I've ever wanted. I plan to cherish you like the last day of spring or the first day of autumn. That's exactly what you are to me. You're like the first warm sunny day of spring after four long months of cold, bitter, painful cold. You're like the first day of summer when the days are longer and happier. You're like the middle of September when we are finally starting to have cooler days. When all you need is a light jacket or a good cardigan. You're like the first playful snow fall of the season. The kind of snow that doesn't stick to the roads but covers the trees beautifully. The kind of snow you put on your winter coat to go and catch snowflakes on your tongue. You are the best of every season and you are the mystery of each change of season. You are as beautiful as the summer days are long. You are the most lovely person there ever was and I am glad and proud to call you mine.

Happy Valentines Day my love. I hope you feel extra loved today.

I love you.

[kakashi-fangirl-ita-blog]

I'M SO HAPPY THAT I CAN FINALLY READ THIS

I'VE WAITED SO LONG I'M GONNA CRYYYY

I love ILY chapters and all the theories that smart people come out with by reading them

I'm sorry for the long comment and for my awful English lol (Also I'll say things in order with your comment, so it's easier to understand which paragraphs I'm referring to)

I loved this chapter, I tend to love every chapter where Yui shows up lol not because I like her (... that witch), but because she's sooo interesting, she's the perfect villain. Plus I also love Kousuke, so I was happy to find out that this chapter was partially dedicated to him.

BUT MAN HOW MUCH IT HURTS

It pains me so much seeing how much neglected and abused by his own parents he is with him not even noticing... It makes me so sad the fact that Hansuke is the only one who truly cares about Kousuke and his health, but he's constantly pushed away by Yui, by bringing him down in front of Kousuke. I could feel Hansuke's anger, I would have thrown her to the moon. (I'm also so scared now for their relationship... What will happen to them after Yui's words? Will Kousuke push away the only person who actually cares about him? I'm already sad enough uff)

Yui IS the worst. No mother would act this way knowing that her own son probably has psychological/neurological (idk) issues. Also the fact that she came to get informations from him and not to check if he's okay? UGH SHE'S AWFUL. Her indifference is also shown by how she holds Kousuke injured hand, when he's clearly in pain (it's sad how he didn't react, telling her to stop, but he just sat there in pain and then rubbed his hand when she left it)

And I know that I say this all the time and you're probably tired to read this from me, but I hate how the fandom minimize Kousuke's trauma, pain and mental problems. Maybe calling it ableism is too much because it's just a fictional character, but I get so annoyed by these types of comments. "He's just dramatic (oops the same thing that Yui said), I don't want to see him being a drama queen in the new chapter, give me back Aegi scenes". As if this whole chapter isn't a big step forwards for the plot and as if both him and Yui don't actually move the plot.

But, ignoring the fandom's immaturity, let's talk about how intriguing this is. Yui deliberately ignores Kousuke's problems. What for? Does she already know what he has and chooses to erase it to keep the "perfect son and heir" image? Isn't it scary and interesting at the same time?? idk I'm probably weird, but it gives me chills. Also I don't know what kind of tests Hansuke wanted to run, but why did she stopped them? It either has something to do with the "Kousuke is not Rand's son" or the "Kousuke has some kind of mental problem" (either natural(?) or caused by something/someone). When she basically told him that he doesn't need help because he's fine and just dramatic... I felt it. I don't know if Kousuke felt his heart cracking like I did, but he looked hurt by those words, as if he's just imagining things, as if he's crazy, as if even if he feels that something is off with him, he has to ignore it because it's all in his head, no one believes him. I also like how you described Kousuke and Yui's relationship, that Kousuke is not her son but the extension of herself, some kind of """perfect""" being, because it's so true.

It's also sad how Kousuke's only goal is basically win his father's validation, with Yui constantly demolishing it (the gift, the missed big Kousuke's events in his life... I love how you brought that up, I didn't think about it!) by pushing him over his limits. The way she keeps isolating him from everyone is scary. Kousuke looked kind of hurt, seeing the gift (which, I have to agree, is ugly af lmao)

He already thought that he wasn't good enough, what about now? What will happen after this turbulent night?

He also looked genuinely concerned for Nol... But what will he think after that conversation with his mother? *sigh* I was hoping for a 1% reconciliation with Nol, but I guess we'll have to wait lol

Also it's sooo interesting the point you made when you said that Yui is the only one who can bring comfort to Kousuke (because she made sure to create this bubble since he was born), making him believe that she's the only safe space for him (when in reality, she totally isn't- Kousuke ruuunnnnn) and that this is why he really isn't able to run away from her. That's a great point, because what the people, who constantly judge Kousuke for "being an adult and still listening to everything his mother says", fail to understand is that it's really really hard to push away someone who has manipulated you since forever to think that they're the only ones who care about you and that know what is right for you. And it's also hard to believe someone else's truth (and as you said, that's why in these scenarios he shuts down and stays in an unresponsive state. This is the reason why he needs those tests lol). That's why I think Kousuke's whole situation is so tragic that it pains me. Because he could have people on his side (Hansuke, Nol, Shin ae, Meg, ecc), but he's trapped in his mother's bubble of comfort and security (and manipulation, abuse, gaslighting, darkness). UGH-

(Side note: I loved the parallelism of how the three protagonists woke up at the hospital, IT MADE ME CRY YEY, QUIMCHEE IS SO GOOD)

ALSOOOOO--- THE "SPECIAL" TEA THING???? I swear, when I read what you said about the tea my mouth was wide open because i didn't even think about that??? Imagine having a big brain, couldn't be me. So tea = comfort for Kousuke, but for Nol tea = danger. Waaah I want to know more about this, because I feel like I lost some pieces!! I personally like the idea that Yui drugs the tea, I kind of hope that it's true LOL

And I also loved Meg and Jayce duo!! They were so fun!! I have hopes for both of them to become Kousuke's "friends", or two people who sincerely care about him just like Hansuke does. Maybe I'm just hopeless, but Kousuke could use some friends outside of his cousin. And Meg is a candidate, along with... Minhyuk- I KNOW, you're probably "wtf is she saying", but TRUST ME IN THIS. They've met only two times and they almost threw hands at each others both of the times, but their dynamic was HILARIOUS, I want to see more of them and I think they have the potential to become friends.

I still don't get how Meg could think that Kousuke threw away the present, though... Idk, didn't the nurse say out loud that Yui told her to throw it away? Anyways, as you said, I hope that the gift will come out in a conversation with Kousuke, instilling some kind of doubt in him. Maybe this will be the start of his redemption arc and healing process.

Well, I guess we'll see in the future!

I can't wait to read all your other theories about the next chapters, I'M THRILLED.

Sorry again for this papyrus lol

ILY FP 220

CW for abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, etc. Sorry for the minor spoiler, but we’re digging into the way Yui has manipulated and abused Kousuke since he was young and that might be triggering to some readers. 

Whoo BOY! Idk about you guys but I loved this episode (I keep saying this every week lmao). Again, there’s so much confirmation of things I’ve been saying/believing, and I find it really funny that this arrived on the cusp of a related discussion I’ve been having lol. This time, I’m also going to link to some interesting posts/threads from the 220 discussion post on the reddit, because they are presented really well, and while I’ll talk about them in this post, I want to highlight the comments that have furthered my thoughts and commentary! The reddit discussion posts are really what helps me put my thoughts together!

Continua a leggere

[cyberhades]

Movie Night ੈ♡˳ Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N and Eddie decided to watch a horror movie together, but many things can happen under the sheets.

Warnings: smut, protected sex, fingering (female receiving), overstimulation, cute sex.

A/N: thanks to my amazing bestie @eddiemunsons-girl for helping me to develop that plot, i love youuuuu <3

ANOTHER FRIDAY 13 ARRIVES and with that the atmosphere was propitious for a good horror movie, a great classic that caused chills in everyone. One of the best movies ever made was on the shelves of the video store that disappeared at the speed of light, everyone was apparently wanting to watch this memorable date.

Nothing better than watching this masterpiece with your best friend, Eddie Munson! You two were always horror movie fanatics, the difference is that he wasn't as scared as you, so he was in charge of hugging you and calming you down by telling jokes.

He was a good friend, he had nothing to complain about. On the one hand, you had fun getting scared and he had fun watching you getting scared. In the end, you both had fun.

Now during the night the metalhead arrived at your house, you would be alone all night. Your mother was a nurse and would be responsible for the night shift at the hospital. Eddie had brought a lot of the things you liked to eat, all the goodies he knew the ones you loved like the back of his hand.

He was a respectful best friend.

— Are you ready to not sleep well tonight, Miss Y/N? — he gave an idiotic laugh.

— Fuck you, Munson — you laughed back, giving him the middle finger.

Blankets, chocolate, popcorn, cookies, gummy bears, soda, and comfy pillows made that couch a thousand times better than a movie theater. Not just for the atmosphere, but for Eddie as well. He always knew how to make the place where he was, he never went unnoticed and he was always making his presence felt.

The film's suspense and dramatic atmosphere along with the chilling soundtrack made every hair on your body tingle with tension, you were always ready to see Jason Voorhees making yet another victim in Crystal Lake. There were always dumb victims too who went straight to their deaths, and at that time you and Eddie complained and cursed the characters like crazy.

And everything was great, until there was a time when a sex scene came. It wasn't weird to watch a sex scene in a movie, but to watch a sex scene in a movie with anyone on your side it's weird as fuck. You had your head resting on Eddie's chest as you watched and you noticed that his heart rate increased.

Being so close to his body, it was impossible not to notice that he had a huge erection in his pants. He got restless, and you were getting horny too.

— P-Princess... I need to go to the bathroom... — his voice was even heavier, as if he was starting to get breathless and nervous.

— If you go, I go too.

— Are you afraid Jason will kill you? — he joked.

— In fact I know what you're going to do in the bathroom... — you said shyly as you lowered your head, you couldn't look at him anymore without feeling embarrassed. — And I think I need to do the same thing...

You didn't think much before speaking because you knew your brain would stop you, so you just spoke without delay and shut up right away. The two of you didn't speak for nearly fifteen seconds, but the silence seemed to scream.

Soon, the TV was turned off by Eddie who had taken the remote beside him. Then he grabbed your waist and brought you to his lap.

You let out a little cry of surprise when you felt your pussy right above his erection. In return he smiled, an attentive and malicious smile at the same time.

— What are you doing? — your voice cracked a little as you were still trying to take back the air that was missing from your lungs from nervousness.

— Helping you with this little problem we both have — he whispered, overcome with desire.

You immediately kissed him. You've wanted to do this for a long time actually and that was an excellent excuse, a great opportunity that life gave you.

Eddie kissed you back immediately, taking one hand to your hair, tugging lightly while the other squeezed your waist with desire. The way he kissed you was voracious and there he was making it very clear that it was ambiguous that the two of you wanted to feel each other's lips for a long time.

Your hands were on his neck, running the tips of your nails subtly along the back of his neck, making him shiver and making him moan against your mouth. Obviously he wasn't going to let it go unpunished and he gripped your waist more tightly as he pressed down, making your soaking pussy rub against his hard cock.

You moaned against his mouth to feel his erection. He was nothing small apparently and you already found yourself throbbing and craving for more and more. So much so that it hurt.

His hands slid down your back until they reached your ass which was covered by the dress you wore. He slid the fabric through his fingers, lifting until your ass was uncovered. His nimble fingers found the hem of your panties, curling and tugging at the elastic with a small snap as it found your skin.

— Fuck! — you cried out as you felt the snap against your soft flesh.

He bit his bottom lip intoxicated with lust. Feeling your body pressed against his was better than he'd ever imagined.

Then he laid you down on the couch positioning himself between your legs, and making you squeeze him with your thighs, bringing him closer. Nimble fingers found the fabric of your dress, pulling it out of your body through your arms.

When he saw your breasts he went crazy and was practically salivating. His kisses went down to your neck, and he licked and sucked leaving light hickeys.

On the other hand, his hands that were on your waist dispersed. One went up to your thigh and the other was busy making it way to your sodden panties. When you felt Eddie's fingers inside your panties you moaned slyly.

Everything there was in a good mix. His kisses and hickeys on your neck mixed with his grip on your thigh and his fingers on your swollen clit had you stunned. First he started to masturbate you, making circular motions on your delicate point of pleasure.

— Oh my good... — you whimpered.

Your legs were already starting to shake slightly. You felt that he was being precise in what he was doing, his fingers were driving you to delirium.

The moans of the two of you were taking over that atmosphere. His moans against your skin were fierce and your moans were shy and sly. You couldn't explain why, but being completely naked beneath him while he was fully clothed felt strangely good.

His fingers, which were now on your clit, slipped inside, penetrating without warning. Making you scream once more with lust and desire as you feel him inside you, going back and forth with two fingers.

He was skilled. Even more skilled than you imagined and he was being amazing, much better than in your dreams.

— E-Eddie... I'm gonna cum... — you cried out in pleasure while you pushed your hips towards his fingers for more friction.

— Cum on my fingers, princess — he said in a fierce tone as he sucked your breasts voraciously.

And it didn't take long for you to feel yourself melting in his fingers, as you held him tight. At the same moment he removed his fingers from your pussy and brought them to his mouth, sucking in a fierce way that even growled slightly.

He got up and started to take off his clothes. By God, Eddie really was perfect. You didn't know whether to pay more attention to his smooth skin or in the trail of hair that ran down his belly button to his pubs.

He returned to the couch and slid his fingers down your waist until they found the hem of your panties and pulled it down your legs. You could not help but notice that he had a condom tucked into the denim jacket he'd taken off so he could use it.

You looked forward to what would come next. And seeing him "getting dressed" only turned you on more.

— How do you want?

You immediately spread your legs, giving him a privileged view of your pussy that was dripping with desire and lust. He practically growled once more.

You made a "come here" sign with your hand, making him come back to the couch and lie on top of you, making the tip of his cock brush against your entrance, making you push your hips for more contact, and he penetrated a little.

He gripped your thighs eagerly, squeezing the flesh.

— But what a hasty princess you are... — he said through gritted teeth with a mischievous smile on his face as he moved his hips deeper into you.

You felt his cock inside you, making you moan and squeeze his back and bite your bottom lip. He groaned in return.

— Damn... so tight... — he said against your neck, his hot breath against your skin.

Eddie's movements started to take on a good pace that made you moan like crazy and feel extremely satisfied and happy at the same time. You've wanted this for a long time.

— Y-You're so big... holy shit! — you cursed feeling it coming and going inside you.

Your pussy was already more sensitive from the masturbation he had given you with those skilled fingers from years of playing guitar. It was impossible to take his cock not only because of his size, but also because of your sensitivity.

Eddie's moans had you delirious, along with the sound of your hips colliding. The way he squinted his eyes tightly and threw his head back left you wanting more and more.

This was better than any dream.

It didn't take long and you were feeling a knot form in your belly, soon it would burst. His cock hit your sensitive spot over and over again in a delicious, perfect pace. He was in pure delight at the way you moaned and squirmed beneath him.

— I'm going to come again, I'm going to come again! — you screamed desperately, feeling your walls squeeze him.

— Come on my cock, princess — he said, bringing a hand to your clit, masturbating that swollen, sensitive spot of pleasure.

You practically sighed to contain the urge to scream that you were feeling and so you continued at that pace until you had one more orgasm.

— Thank you so much... oh fuck! — you moaned, feeling your legs shake and your back arch.

— I'm going to come, I'm going to come... thanks to that tight pussy... oh princess... holy fuck!

He said in a husky voice as he filled the latex of the condom with his hot cum. The way he pushed his head back made you want to cross your legs.

Now you were lying on the couch, covered by the blanket. He'd discarded the condom in the trash, it was worth every second of all that madness. You were lying on his chest while he stroked your shoulder and kissed your forehead.

— This was the best Friday 13 of my life! — you said with a silly smile on your lips.

— Mine too. Thank you, princess — he left a gentle kiss on your lips.

— But... what are we to each other now?

— More than friends I'm sure — he smiled cutely with slightly flushed cheeks.

[...]

[rachaelswrites]

The Reunion

Spencer Reid x Daughter!reader

Someone Spencer thought he’d never see again comes back into his life. Takes place in season 10

Word Count: 1,887

A/N: This can be read as either a second part to this or by itself

Warnings: Absent mother

As soon as Spencer set foot inside the police station, he saw her. He froze in his path, making JJ run into him.

She stepped out of his way and looked at him, “See a ghost or something Spence?” she jokingly asked. 

“You could say that,” he mumbled quickly before he made his way into the makeshift office the chief had set up. Everyone else was being paired with an office to go to the crime scenes. He was in charge of the geo-profile and interviewing friends of the victims. He hoped she wasn’t involved in this case and maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe it wasn’t even her.

There was a knock on the office door and then it opened and a female officer popped her head inside, “I have one of the victim's friends here ready to be interviewed whenever you’re ready,” she said, motioning over to the woman.

“Great,” Spencer said, trying to hide his emotions. If he was lucky, ten years would be too long for her to remember.

He made his back to her and said, “We can go in here,” he showed her what office they’d be using.

The woman looked up from her phone and stood up. Her eyes locked with Spencer’s and like he did earlier, she froze, “Spencer?”

“Uh hi,” he said, unsure of how else to respond.

“Wow,” she said, looking him over, “Wow.”

“Would you like to be interviewed or just gawk at me all day?” he snapped. He quickly realized his mistake and backtracked, “Your interview would really help stop this man from killing other people.”

“Right,” she said, shaking her head, “Let’s do that.”

~~~~~

Throughout the interview, Spencer tried to remain as civil as he could but certain words came out as more hostile than he meant. It was ten years ago so he should be over it. That’s what he kept telling himself.

“I think that’s all we need for now. We’ll call you if we have more questions,” he said standing from his chair, “Do you have any questions for me?”

“I know you’re on the job right now but I was just wondering if you’d be open to talk?” She stayed in her seat and waited for Spencer to respond. When he didn’t, she spoke again, “Look, let me talk and you just listen. Does that work?”

Spencer wanted to slam the door in her face and leave. He wanted to fly all the way back to D.C and keep that woman away from his family but he didn’t. He stayed in the room and sat down across from her.

“Ten years,” he whispered, “Ten years, four months, and nineteen days. You think that’s a good time to talk?”

“I wasn’t ready, Spencer. You know that,” she tried to reason, ‘I didn't want to be a burden on Y/n’s life. I didn’t want to be a horrible mom to her.”

“So you thought leaving her would be a better choice?” he snapped, “You thought I could raise a baby on my own? When you met me, I was struggling with my mom and working at the FBI. The only reason I took that job was because someone was there for her when I couldn’t. And by the time you left, I couldn’t do anything. The team needed me and so did Y/n. You don’t get to say anything like that to me.”

The woman’s mood changed dramatically, “You know I thought you’d enjoy having all of Y/n’s attention to yourself. When I was around, all you ever wanted to do was hold her and keep her from me. I was lucky you were out of the house so often for cases otherwise she probably wouldn’t even know I was her mom.”

“You think she knows? She hasn’t seen you in ten years. She has no recollection of you and no memories. She only knows she has a mom because I told her. She wouldn’t know you exist if I didn’t tell her,” Spencer said harshly, “You have no excuses for what you did. You hurt me then and your daughter will hurt in the future. She’ll come crying to me during all her big moments wishing you were there with her but you decided to leave because it was hard.”

“Yes I left,” she said, “But I’m sure it was for the better. If she turned out anything like you, she must be amazing.”

“Don’t try to turn this around and drop the subject. You wanted to talk about it,” Spencer hissed. He was furious. How dare this woman come in and tell him this.

“I just want to know what she's like Spencer,” she said softly. She looked close to tears but Spencer thought they were just alligator tears.

“She’s fine without you,” he said, finally standing up, “Which you would know if you at least tried to keep in touch and didn’t move all the way to Montana to run away.”

He left the woman in the room and let the door slam shut. Hotch and Kate were back from their crime scene and were in the office where the team’s stuff was set up. Both profilers could tell Spencer was fuming so they let him be for now. As long as it didn’t interfere with his work, there was no point in bringing it up now.

~~~~~

The team was in their hotel rooms for the night and everyone was meeting up except for Reid. Even if he had been invited, he wouldn’t be out. He wasn’t in the mood to do anything. All he could do was stare up at the ceiling, replaying the scene from earlier in his head, over and over.

The rest of the team was at a bar across the street. Hotch was the first to raise suspicion that something was going on with Reid, “Is there something I should know?” he asked.

“About what?” Rossi replied.

“About Reid.”

“I noticed that,” Morgan said, “I haven’t seen him act this way since he saw his dad in Vegas.”

“You think he’s here and Spence saw him?” JJ asked.

“I don't think that’s it. I think it’s something else,” Hotch said, trying to think of what it was, “What did he do while we were at the crime scenes?”

“Well when you and I got back,” Kate started, “He was leaving the interview room. He was fine before then but afterward he wasn’t.”

“Who did he interview?” Rossi asked.

“The most recent victim's friend,” JJ said, remembering the briefing on the jet.

“Is it possible he knew her?” Kate asked.

“Maybe. We could have Garcia look into her and see. Although I’m not sure it’s a good use of the bureau’s resources,” Hotch said.

“If it helps with the case we should consider it.”

~~~~~

The next morning Garcia was tasked with finding out more information on the victim’s friend. The team was gathered around the table as Garcia filled them in.

“She’s lived in Montana for five years, Illinois for three before that and Kentucky for two before that,” she explained, “She’s originally from the D.C area but left in 2004 in October.”

Spencer knew the reason why she left so when JJ asked that question, he knew the answer, but didn’t want to say it.

“It doesn’t say but let me dig a little bit here,” Garcia said.

Spencer was getting worried. He knew Garcia would find out she was Y/n’s mom and would put the pieces together.

“So six months before she moved, I have hospital records from her,” Garcia said, “Oh,” she paused, “Oh no.”

Spencer knew she knew now.

“What is it Garcia?” Rossi asked.

“She gave birth to a baby girl named Y/n Reid,” Garcia said. From her lair, she was shocked. Of course she knew about Y/n but like the rest of the team, she didn’t know the mom. Spencer had told the team she was out of the picture. There was no indication there was any bad blood between the two. This revelation said otherwise.

“Reid, is that Y/n’s mom?” Hotch asked. He wasn’t mad at Spencer. He was the only member on the team now who knew the true story of her. HE didn’t know that it was her until now though he knew she left.

“Yeah,” Spencer said, “That’s her.”

“Wait what?” Derek asked, “Kid you always said she just wasn’t in the picture. You didn’t say she left you two.”

“It wasn’t important,” Spencer said, starting to get defensive now, “But now you all know so let’s leave it at that.”

“Spence,” JJ said softly.

“No. I'm fine. Y/n is fine. Everyone is fine. Just drop it,” he snapped. He grabbed his bag and headed for the door, “And when we get back, no one says anything to Y/n. Please. I don’t want her to get dragged into this. It’s too much for her. Please don’t tell her,” he said, his voice going to a whisper. He then left the room and the team at the station.

He wanted to go back home and work the case from there. He had done it before and Penelope does it every week but if he came back early, you would know something was up. You were a smart ten year old and even if your dad did come up with a lie, you’d find some loophole and ask about it. Spencer was better off staying here and trying to work the case from a distance.

~~~~~

After the team’s long day, Hotch decided to go and talk to Reid himself. He realized the situation from earlier put him on the spot and that could’ve been the reason for his outburst. 

He knocked on the door of Spencer’s hotel room, “Reid can I talk to you?”

Spencer knew what it was going to be about and that there would be no way around it. The cat was out of the bag and it would never go back in. He got up from the bed and went to the door and opened it, becoming face to face with Hotch. 

“Would you like to be taken off the case? I can make the arrangements to get you home if you’d like. I could even let you work the case from Quantico if that’s any better,” he said.

Spencer shook his head, “I can’t go back early by myself. Y/n will figure something is up and ask questions. I don’t trust myself enough to not tell her,” Spencer explained, “And besides, working the case would be a good distraction for me. I’d like to stay here with the team.”

Hotch nodded. He knew that was what Spencer would say, “Alright then,” he said, “If you need anything or anyone’s help, you have the whole team with you.”

“Thank you,” Spencer said, “I’ll make sure to take advantage of that.”

Hotch nodded again and started walking down the hallway but turned again, “And Reid?”

“Yeah?”

“From one father to another, you’re doing a great job. You’re doing what’s best for your family and that’s admirable. Y/n is very lucky to have you as her dad.”

Spencer smiled, “Thank you Hotch. I’m lucky to have Y/n as my daughter.

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[timid-orchid]

Disastrous Wedding Part 1/3

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Summary: You have to attend your sister's wedding and things go wrong, like usual.

Warnings: mentions of unwanted touching (nothing explicit), verbal abuse, mom being the absolute worst, Leon being adorable as always

Word count: 1, 855

You were the maid of honor at your sister’s wedding and you were paired up with a very handsy groomsman.

You met him three hours before the wedding, when the bridal party gathered together to take pictures without the bride and groom. When he introduced himself to you, he seemed nice and shy. But that changed quickly.

You started to get a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach as he kept putting his hands on your waist, even after you asked him nicely to stop. He would apologize profusely, insisting he’d stop, only to try and touch you more.

You were frustrated. Why did this grown man, a man you just met, think he could put his hands on you? Especially after you asked him to stop multiple times?

Not wanting to deal with him any longer, you hurried to the room your sister was getting ready in, hoping she would help you.

“Look, I understand he makes you uncomfortable, but he’s the groom’s best man and you’re my maid of honor, you can’t just switch!” Your sister sighed, she just got her hair and make-up done. “All you have to do is walk down the aisle with him and sit next to him at the reception. Then you’ll never have to see him again.”

“You clearly aren’t understanding, being next to him is the problem!” You exclaimed.

“You’re just being over dramatic!”

You gave your sister a hard look. “He kept putting his arms around my waist and pulled me up against him. I asked him multiple times to stop but he just kept on-“

The sound of a door slamming shut interrupted your explanation, startling both you and your sister. You turn to see who came into the room and froze.

“I could hear you yelling from the hallway." Your mother straightened her already straight posture. “That means anyone who walked down this hallway could hear you, isn't that right?”

"Yes, mother." Came your robotic response, knowing better than to disagree with her.

She walked to you until she was face to face with you. She was slightly taller than you, and you hated that fact. Having to look up at her made you feel weak.

But then again, when it came to dealing with your parents, you were weak.

"And being heard is not what you're supposed to do, is it?"

"No, mother."

"What are you supposed to do, Y/N?"

You took a deep breath.

"Be seen and not heard, mother."

She hummed approvingly, satisfied with your answer. "So tell me this, why could I hear you?"

You hesitated to tell her your situation, knowing she wouldn't do anything to help.

But she asked you a question and you had to answer it.

Honestly.

"The groomsman that I'm paired with keeps touching me when I've asked him not to."

Your mother folded her arms behind her back and walked around you in a circle. "And what does this have to do with your sister?"

"I was hoping she would let me switch partners with another-"

"Absolutely not." Your mother interrupted, coming back around to face you once again. "The best man and the maid of honor are partners in most weddings. If you changed partners then it would show our guests that something was wrong, isn't that right?"

"But I-"

A slapping sound echoed in the small room and your cheek started to sting. You didn't even see her lift her hand, she's gotten faster.

"You will walk with the best man. You will be seen and not heard. You will not embarrass this family today. Am I understood?"

"Yes, mother."

She sighed, "honestly, you're such a disappointment of a...I can't even call you my daughter without being embarrassed." She walked to the door and turned toward you. "Don't make this special event about you. You're not worth making a fuss over." And with that, she finally left.

You felt like you could breathe easily again.

“This is my day. Please don’t make a scene.” Your sister admired her mermaid styled wedding dress. “Today has to be perfect.”

You knew you were fighting a losing battle. If you said anything else about it then who knows what your parents would do. They demanded obedience and punished you when you disobeyed, even if it was on accident.

Even as a 27 year old woman you were scared of them. They were the reason you moved out the moment you turned 18. They were only that way with you though. They worshipped the ground your sister walked on, then turned around to insult everything you do. You could never win.

When you were younger you thought you could rely on your older sister. The youngest could always count on the older siblings, right?

Wrong.

You were so very wrong.

She would always blame you for things she did, whether it was an accident or not. And everytime you did something you weren't supposed to, she would go running to your parents, like she was waiting for you to screw up just so she could tell on you.

But you wouldn't be surprised if she was waiting. Your parents would compare you to your sister when they disciplined you, and she would be standing behind them with her chin up, back straight, and a big smile on her face like she just won the gold in the Olympics. She loved the praise your parents gave her, and how you were a reproach to them.

She loved being better than you. Loved hearing everything your parents would say to you, every insult, every comparison, every disappointed sigh.

"Why can't you be like your sister?"

"Why do you have to break everything you touch?"

"Why are you so clumsy?"

"Your sister's academic scores are superb, why aren't yours?"

"Why do you ruin everything?"

"Why do you constantly have to disappoint us?"

"Why did we even have you?"

"Why were you born?"

Those questions and more haunted you for years, along with the physical abuse. Whether it was slapping or kicking, they always had to beat your sister's success into you.

You never did find out why they treated you like this. Why you deserved to be physically, mentally, and verbally abused while your sister could do no wrong.

But she always did wrong, she just made sure to blame it on you.

If you weren't so scared of your parents then you wouldn't even be there. You had moved out years before your sister was even engaged. You didn't speak to her or your parents after you left, you never wanted to see them again.

But when you were announced as the maid of honor in the wedding invitations, you knew your fate was sealed, you had to be at the wedding. If you didn't show up then that meant something was wrong, and nothing is wrong in this family.

Nothing but you.

“I’m sorry for bothering you on your special day. You won’t hear anymore complaints from me today.” You walked out before your sister could respond, doubting she would say anything that would be of help to you.

She never helped you in the past, why would she help you now?

Why do you keep hoping she would miraculously be on your side for once? Protecting you from your parents, telling them how no one is perfect and they shouldn't expect perfection from either of you.

Why do this to yourself?

Breaking your heart with disappointment after she has proven everytime to be against you, yet you still hope.

That's all you could do.

But sometimes, having hope isn't enough to change something. Sometimes, it could make things worse. And with your luck...

You didn't want to even think about that. You had such rotten luck ever since you were a young child, maybe five years old is when it all went downhill. Everything always went wrong and you were powerless to stop it.

You wanted to find a dark corner to hide in until the ceremony began, but you knew your mother would want you to greet guests. Especially the guests who were close to your family, and who would love to tell your parents every little thing you did wrong. So instead of hiding, you put on a fake smile and tried so hard to pretend everything was fine.

“Damn, they let you leave the house looking that good?” You turned to see your boyfriend walk up to you with a big cheesy grin on his face.

A genuine smile formed on your lips. “And look at you, Leon.” You slid your hands up his chest. “You look so handsome.”

He smirked while pulling you in for a kiss. “You keep looking at me like that and I’m going to pin you against that wall and have you screaming my name.”

You smacked him in the chest and backed away from him. “Calm down, mister, this is a family friendly event. Don’t want to scar the children.” You joked.

He looked around, “I don’t see any children…”

You laughed, shaking your head at the man you love so dearly. “Thank you, Leon, I needed that.”

He grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you into his warm embrace, holding you tightly while kissing you on your head, careful not to mess up your hair. “Any time, sweetheart. I’ll be here all night.”

You relaxed against him. Your family made your life a living hell, and you would’ve drowned in your despair had you not met Leon.

You two met at the hospital of all places. You had burned your arm and he had a large cut on his torso that needed stitches. You were checking in while he was checking out and he asked you if you wanted to get dinner after you saw the doctor. You were weary of him at first, knowing better than to go somewhere with a stranger, but your mouth said yes before your brain could catch up. You two have been glued to each other ever since. You could face any challenge as long as you had him by your side.

“I love you so much.” You muttered against his chest.

“I love you too, doll face.” He pulled back a little to look into your eyes. “Do you want to talk about what made you upset?”

“How did you know I was upset?” You tilted your head at him.

“You smell different when you’re upset.” 

“What?”

“What?” He echoed.

“I’m being serious!” You laughed.

He looked offended, “And you think I’m not?”

You raised a brow at him, waiting for his real answer.

He chuckled, “we’ve been dating for four years, of course I know when you get upset.” He rubbed your arms with his thumbs. “You put on a fake smile and act happy to make everyone else happy.”

“Alright, alright. I’m an open book.” You huffed.

“Only to me.”

You looked deep into his beautiful blue eyes, they were a lighter blue today. “Only to you.” You agreed.

"So, you wanna talk about it?"

"Absolutely not."

“Do you want to get dinner after this?”

“Absolutely."

[wolken-himmel]

In which the students practice for Rook's school stage play, where a princess ((Y/n)) gets kidnapped by a pirate (Leona), resulting in her prince (Malleus) having to save her.

Even though the real performance is just around the corner, things get wild, hectic, and frustrating. But that's what Rook gets for choosing the particular trio as his main leads.

[This is Part (2/2); Part (1/2) can be found here.]

"I swear you didn't tell me that the kissing scenes would only be between the princess and the prince!"

Leona's angered voice rung throughout the theatre hall, scaring a lot of the first years in his near vicinity. Rook, who had taken his place on the tall director's chair, fixed the purple barett on top of his straight blond hair, continuing to ignore Leona's wrath as best as he could. In truth, he looked as if he had ventured straight out of Paris.

Grinning, Rook feigned ignorance as he skimmed through the script book in his hands. "Oh... did I not specify? My bad~" he cooed, fuelling Leona's fury even more. Poor Ruggie, who sat next to the seething lion, let out an exasperated sigh, quite used to such dilemmas already.

"Give the pirate some kissing scenes, too!" Leona demanded whilst his hands tightened into fists.

"I'm sorry, Roi du Leon—" Rook let out a pitiful sigh, but the grin never left his lips. "—but wouldn't that be Stockholm Syndrome?"

Leona looked like he was about to open his mouth in protest — that was until you stepped inbetween the two men, an annoyed scowl on your exhausted face. "Hey, you two, stop fighting," you snarled, which snapped the two of them out of their argument. Taking a deep breath, you felt like a mother reprimanding her children. "It's just a kissing scene, right?"

Leona waved his hand dismissively, although his green eyes softened when he gazed at you. "The bastard hunter lied to me, (Y/n)!" he yelled, throwing his hands up into the air in frustration.

You felt a little bit of pity for your friend. So when something akin to a genius idea appeared in your mind, you let out a gasp. "You know, Leona— I'll make it up to you!" you announced happily, which definitely caught the lion's attention. Your smile turned a little bit more mischievous once you knew his whole attention was on you. "If you work hard enough, that is."

Grinning, he bent down to reach your eye level. "Oh? Go on."

"No, it's a surprise!" Giggling, you booped his nose, causing him to recoil out of surprise. Fingers raising up to where you touched him, he couldn't help a silly smile from appearing on his lips. He wasn't sure whether to think of you as stupid or courageous — maybe just the right mixture of both.

That's when Malleus let out a little cough, snapping all of you out of your trances. Smiling gracefully, he suggested, "Can we return to practicing Scene Three now?"

Rook snapped his finger in delight. "Good idea, Roi du Dragon!" he shouted, his hands forming a cone around his lips. Malleus gently took you by the hand and pulled you onto stage, leaving behind a sour Leona. "Okay~ Action!"

The stage darkening, Malleus and you were the only ones standing on the large platform, the others seated on the velvety seats for spectators. Their eyes were focused on the stage that was still empty, but would depict a dark balcony with the help of a handpainted background and self-made props on the day of the performance. In your mind, you were already wearing your fleeting gown while Malleus was already clothed like a prince.

Sighing, you turned your gaze away from Malleus, and diverted it to the general audience dramatically. "My beloved Prince Rowan, I cannot help but have a bad feeling about the ball your parents have organised as a celebration for reaching your eighteenth year of life..." you said as you stepped back when he tried to reach out for you. "I fear something will happen—"

You quieted down when he eventually not only managed to wrap his hand around your left wrist, but also somehow snuck his other arm around your waist. Gently, Malleus pulled you closer to him, a soft smile on his lips. "Do not fret, Princess Cordelia. There is nothing to worry about, is there?" he asked whilst pressing a loving kiss to your forehead that had a certain lion amidst the audience growling.

Letting yourself melt in his embrace, you placed your head against his chest. "Still, do you not worry about the recent unrest going on at your ports? Pirates pillaging the areas, seemingly on the search for something? They say it's a treasure map they're looking for..." Furrowing your eyebrows when fear overwhelmed you, you pulled away to crane your neck up so you could gaze into his adoring eyes. "I am just telling you to be careful, Prince Rowan."

Chuckling, Malleus gently removed his hand from yours, and used it to push a stray hair behind your ear. The gesture — even though this was mere acting — made your heart leap into the air; for a moment you couldn't help but get lost in the fantasy of this being real. "My love, everything will be alright. I, as your faithful fiance, shall protect you from any harm that could possibly befall you." He cupped your cheek with his larger hand, and you felt the familiar black silky material of his gloves graze your skin. Leaning into his touch, you closed your eyes in delight. "Won't you trust me, o fair lady?"

Biting your lip, your eyes fluttered open again with a dazed smile. "...if you say it like that, then there is nothing I have to worry about, right?"

"Quite correct, my beloved," Malleus muttered, the smile one his lips radiant while he tightened his grasp around your waist. "I love you, Cordelia."

Covering his hand that rested on your burning cheek with yours, you replied, "I love you, too, Rowan."

For a moment, the two of you lost yourself in each other's eyes, simply staring at each other idly with the brightest smiles the other had ever witnessed on your lips. You gently ran your thumb across the back of Malleus' hand, causing his pale cheeks to redden.

It really was a heartfelt moment — one that was interrupted by Leona coughing into his fist. The little disturbance was enough to snap everyone out of the fragile moment, Rook rising from his chair to clap in utter delight. Malleus and you turned to look at him, smiling like fools.

"Amazing! Beautiful! Fantastic!" Rook praised as he wiped an imaginary tear from his right eye. When the two of you jumped off the stage to return to your seats in the rows, Rook turned to a certain lazy lion, a little frown on his face. "And Leona, get some cough syrup for your cold, please—"

Irritated by the sly blond's comment, Leona jumped up from his seat. "Oi, what did you—"

Rolling his eyes, Rook waved him off with a graceful flick of his wrist. Turning his attention to Epel, the eccentric director asked, "Anyway, Monsieur Cherry Apple, which scenes do we need to practice some more?"

Epel flipped through his notes, tapping his pencil against the notebook. Eventually, the boy raised his gaze to look at his vice dorm leader with big doe-like eyes. "How about the one where Capitain Terryn is introduced? You said Leona could still work on appearing more charming."

"Hey! I'm charming—"

Rook clapped his hands once, interrupting any babbling going on in the hall, as well as Leona's complaining. "Very good idea, Monsieur Cherry Apple!" he exclaimed as he dramatically pointed to the stage, exhaling in delight. "Roi du Leon, you heard him! Onto the stage with you! And only come out when it's your turn, this time!"

Snickering, Leona shot you a lazy wink. "Sorry, I couldn't control myself last time~" he mused. You laughed softly, causing Malleus to distract you with a soft head pat. He carefully nudged you toward the stage, which earned him a grateful smile from you.

Once Leona had disappeared behind the stage, Rook let himself fall into his chair. "Is he always this hard to work with, Monsieur Dandelion?" Rook asked Ruggie, his face contorted into a comical scowl.

Ruggie scratched the side of his face. "Sadly, yes."

"Hey," Leona exclaimed as his head poked out from behind the red curtains, "I heard that!"

Acting as if he hadn't heard that, Rook announced, "Anyway, Scene Six— Action!"

Lights dimming down once again, the other inhabitants of the theatre hall quieted down out of anticipation and respect — as well as fear of an arrow being shot at them. When the silky curtains magically drew aside by an invisible force, you were revealed to be walking across the darkly illuminated garden. Your steps were as light as that of a feather.

Eventually, you lowered yourself onto a bench prop, your elbows resting on your knees in utter exhaustion and frustration. That's when a stranger appeared from the side of the stage, prancing over to you with quiet steps. When he slid onto the bench, right next to you, you jumped in surprise.

"Needed some fresh air?" Leona asked, grinning from ear to ear when he laid eyes upon your shocked expression. Running a hand through his unruly hair, he let out a dramatic sigh. "It gets quite stuffy in there."

Once you calmed down, you suspiciously replied, "Oh— yes." Your eyes wandered across his feature — wait, had Leona always been this handsome? You were given no time to admire his feature — even though he would have gladly allowed you to stare at him all day — because you still had some lines to say. "These balls are quite the strain, sir. May I ask who you are?"

Shaking his head in a charming way, Leona purred, "That would take away from my mysterious charm, wouldn't it?" The wink he shot you made your cheeks redden in colour, only worsening when he gently took your hand into his. "And we wouldn't want that~"

Laughing to yourself, you let your shoulders sag forward to portray a way of letting your guard down. "Well, that's quite right," you mused as he rose to his feet, his hand never leaving yours. His frame blocking the light from your view, you weren't able to see the vicious grin on his face as he tugged at your arm.

"My princess," he cooed, a satisfied shimmer flashing across his eyes when you eventually relented and let yourself be pulled to your feet. Intentionally, he made sure to use a little bit more force than necessary, resulting in you bumping against his chest. When you raised your gaze to scold him, you were instead silence by an arm snaking its way around your waist while his other free hand's fingers intertwined themselves with yours. "May I ask for a dance?"

"A dance? Out here?" you yelped in surprise when he pulled you along the imaginary beets of flowers, his body moving to an inaudible tune in his head. You found it harder and harder to stay in role with the way he was acting so well. Who knew Leona could be such a good actor, and look so effortless while waltzing around the stage? He led you from end to another, always making sure to keep your eyes on him.

"Better than with everyone watching us like a hawk, right?" he asked in amusement whilst twirling you around gracefully.

Letting out a little chuckle, you shot him a smile. "I suppose so." As he pulled you back into his arms, you tilted your head to the side in confusion. Not able to help yourself, you teasingly asked, "Do you always dance with lost princesses in dark gardens?"

Clicking his tongue as if the answer was obvious, he slowed his movement to lean in for a dip. His arm supporting your waist, he lowered your torso. In that moment, it was only Leona and you — but you still swore you were able to hear Rook's delighted screams in the background. "No, you're the only one~" Leona mused as he brought his face closer to yours.

Before he could do anything else, you were interrupted by a familiar voice calling out, "Princess Cordelia? Are you here—?" Malleus could be seen appearing on stage, but on the other side. His view obstructed by props, he tried to weave his way through trees and bushes. An annoyed scowl appeared on Leona's face, one that was too genuine-looking to be counted as acting.

A smile appearing on your lips, you quickly rose to your feet by yourself. Prying yourself away from Leona, you softly exclaimed, "Oh, Prince Rowan, yes I'm—"

"Quiet." In a moment of surprise, Leona grabbed you by your waist and pulled you towards him, his other hand clamping down onto your mouths. Your back pressed against his chest, he tried to drag you away into the darkness of the night — but you had other plans.

Biting down on his hand, which prompted him to let you go while cursing, you screamed, "Rowan! Rowan! Help!"

Picking up his pace, Malleus quickly found his way to your location. His posture immediately turned rigid when he realised that you were in danger. "Cordelia, what's—" he stopped himself upon realising you weren't alone. Narrowing his eyes in hostility, he flashed his fangs. "Who are you, stranger." It wasn't a question; it was a demand.

"Oh, Prince Rowan honours us with his exalted presence," Leona murmured in bitter irony, his eyes full of utter hatred for the dark-haired male. He would have bowed if it weren't for the way you desperately struggled in his arms. A cruel smile appearing on his face, his eyes bore into Malleus'. "I am in awe!"

Malleus' hands clenched into fists, and the whole audience started to tremble in fear when he started to exude an aura of danger and power. "Let my fiancee go."

A lopsided smile appeared on Leona's face. "I'm afraid I can't do that. She's just too valuable~"

Seething in anger, Malleus took a step forward — only for Leona to take a step back, getting closer to the shadows that could engulf him and take you away forever. "You'll sit in jail for this—" Malleus threatened, only to receive amused laughter from the lion. His tail flicking back and forth, he seemed to be in high spirits.

"No one has ever managed to capture Capitain Terryn before~!" Leona exclaimed in utter joy. "And you won't be the first."

Malleus' eyes widened in realisation as he raised his finger to accusingly point it at the criminal. "Capitain Terryn... I know that name! You are the leader of the pirates who have been stoking panic around my kingdom," Malleus said, his eyes boring into Leona's. "What do you want here."

"Your little princess knows the way to a treasure I've been hunting for since an eternity. So, excuse me as I borrow her for a few months!" Shrugging in a carefree manner, Leona wasted no time in quickly picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You let out a few screams in protest, but he didn't seem fazed at all; in fact, it only seemed to amuse him even further. "I'll bring her back— with as little scratches and tears as possible! But no promises~"

Malleus turned his gaze to you, worry flashing in his green eyes. "I dare you to move, pirate scum."

"Oh, I'm not afraid of you, princeling!" Leona saluted before dashing off into the darkness with you over his shoulder. Disappearing behind the curtains, the last thing the audience heard from him was, "Now, farewell!"

"Rowan!" you cried out in panic.

"No, Cordelia!" Malleus wasted no time in chasing after you, but... he was too late; the pirate had already vanished. The dragon fae fell to his knees, weeping in despair.

Again, Rook jumped up from his chair, wildly clapping as he yelled, "Beautiful! Magnifique!"

Malleus rose to his knees when he saw Leona coming back onto stage, you still slung over his shoulder, laughing. Furrowing his eyebrows, the dark-haired male mumbled, "Leona, you can set (Y/n) down now."

Shooting Malleus a glare, Leona hissed, "Shut up, lizard."

You patted Leona's shoulder, after which he promptly set you down onto your two feet again. Somehow, Malleus and Leona managed to get into a staring contest again — one that you had to break up. "Hey, let's play nice with one another, okay?" you said as you stepped inbetween them.

"Fine, (Y/n)—" they both simultaneously replied, causing their heads to shoot towards one another. Again, they accused each other at the same time — with the same word. "Hey!"

Slapping yourself, you let out a drawn-out sigh. "Oh man... and the performance is tomorrow already—"

And quicker than any of you could realise, the evening of the performance had arrived — and so far, everything had gone by smoothly. The seats were full with spectators who seemed to be enamoured by Rook's writing — even though it was quite cheesy and melodramatic.

It was now in the middle of the climax where Capitain Terryn and Prince Rowan would finally meet, and have a duel of the fates. Leona and Malleus stood in the middle of the stage, the tips of their swords pointed at one another's throat. You sat on the far end of the darkly lit stage, your hands secured behind your back and your ankles tied together to deem you immobile.

The scene took place on Captain Terryn's ship, the backdrop accommodating for the wild waves and the angry ocean. In the background, one could hear thunder and even see lightning.

"Don't you dare touch my beloved ruby—" Leona hissed as they started circling each other, gripping onto their hilts of their blades so hard that their knuckles turned white.

"Your beloved ruby?" Malleus repeated in utter amusement at the pirate's hypocrisy. Taunting him, he started to laugh. "When did you start looking at Cordelia as a human being instead of a treasure map?"

Leona started chuckling in a low tone, causing his chest to rumble; his chuckles turned into full-blown laughter that fit a madman. "Oh, the girl is a lot more than she lets on— she is the last fragment to the map that shows where the lost sea kingdom's treasure is!" he explained, taking an unsuccessful swing at Malleus. "After almost having drowned in her early childhood, the God of the Sea saved her with one of His blessings! She knows where His castle is— and she would have lead me right to it, if it weren't for me changing my plans."

Furrowing his eyebrows, Malleus did his best to maintain his defense through the increasing aggressiveness of Leona's stabs and swings. "Why would you stop right before reaching your goal?" he asked while parrying an especially hard blow that sent him falling to the hard wooden floor.

"Because... the lass has stolen my heart—" Leona explained with a big grin as he loomed over him. "And I should have made her walk the plank for that, but how could I? She's my treasure now! As long as I have her, I don't need anything else." Coughing into the crook his elbow, Leona rolled his eyes and started to cringe at how he sounded. "Damn, Rook's script is corny..."

"You stole her from her rightful place as Queen of Itruviel— my queen," Malleus exclaimed with an unbelievable calmness to it. He sprang to his feet nimbly and started to swing his blade at the enemy.

"Who would want a petty prince as a lover?" Leona asked with a lopsided grin as they crossed swords, both sweating and panting from how much strength it took to keep the other at bay. "Going on adventures with a pirate is more fun!"

"Not if you die by my blade first!"

"I don't intend to die today~ There's so much more to show my precious Cordelia — many more beautiful places to visit!" Leona pressed through huffs and chuckles. For a moment, it seemed like he was winning. "She's mine now, accept it."

But in a legendary twist of fate — or a twist of Rook's pen — Malleus managed to push Leona away and thus gain the upper hand. "Not as long as I'm alive, scum," he murmured as he dug his sword right through Leona's chest, who started to struggle on the floor like a fish on land.

"Y-You fought well, princeling," Leona pressed through pained coughs and breaths.

"So did you—" Malleus removed his blade and sheathed it before kneeling down in front of his fallen enemy. "But not well enough." For a few moments, he stayed like that, watching as Leona stopped struggling. Eventually, the lion went limp, and his eyes fluttered close.

After that, Malleus jumped to his feet and dashed over to you, easily cutting the ropes away that Leona had used to tie you up. Helping you up, Malleus made sure to keep his hands resting on your waist in worry that you would fall once he let you go.

"Prince Rowan!" you cried out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, and buried your face in his chest. "You really came to save me!"

Smiling, Malleus softly ran his hand up and down your back. He took a deep breath, the wonderful scent of your hair entering his nostrils. His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. "Of course, my beloved. I sailed the seven seas to bring you back— there is nothing I wouldn't do for you!"

Pulling away from Malleus, your gaze wandered over to Leona, who limply lay on the floor. You pried yourself away from the dragon fae, and stumbled over to the corpse. "And the pirate... he's dead?" you asked, your voice shaking in fear. From where you stood, you were the only one who was able to see Leona shoot you a wink, a smug grin on his face. You couldn't help but smile in amusement.

"Yes, he can never hurt you again." Malleus appeared behind you, twirling you around so you faced him once again. The smile on his lips made your heart melt. "Now, let's bring you home..."

"I'm forever grateful to you, my love..."

You raised your hand and cupped his cheek lovingly before guiding his face to you. Then, you got onto your toes to press your lips onto his in a sweet kiss. Butterflies erupting in your stomach when he wrapped his arms around your waist, you swore you would have fainted if it wasn't for the adrenaline that kept running through your veins.

When you pulled away, deafening roars of cheers filled your ears.

"What a play! What a performance!" Rook yelled as he stepped out onto stage, your fellow actors and helpers with him. "And Prince Rowan and Princess Cordelia lived happily ever after!"

Bonus:

After the play was over, you made sure to search for a certain pirate captain. Eventually, you found him sitting in front of his vanity, eyes staring down at his phone screen. "Leona~" you chirped as you skipped over to him. Surprised, he looked up to find you beaming at him. "You did so good! I didn't expect you to be able to memorise all the lines!"

Grinning and leaning forward, Leona cooed, "Oh, did I impress you~?"

"Maybe?" Rolling your eyes playfully, you nonetheless announced, "Anyway, I told you I'd give you a surprise if you did well enough— which you did!"

"Oh, and what might that—" Before he could finish his sentence, you had already pressed a quick kiss to his lips. He was left speechless as he finished his sentence after you pulled away, "—be..."

He raised his fingers to run them over his tingling lips. You were intrigued to see the normally so composed lion vulnerable — but his state of dizziness quickly was replaced by his usual carefree grin. Giggling, you shyly explained, "A kiss for my favourite pirate captain."

Even more smug than before, Leona gently wrapped a lose strand of your hair around his index finger. Playing with it, the biggest grin you had ever witnessed adorned his lips. "...So, you like me more than the lizard?" he asked innocently.

"I never said that. You're my favourite pirate and Malleus is my favourite prince—"

"Is your prince as good of a good kisser as me?"

"Leona!"

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Alone Together - Eddie/OC One-Shot Series PRT 2

Prt 1

Lunchtime was probably my least favorite part of the day at this point. I had thoroughly planned to keep eating in my car but the guidance counselor started talking to my dad about therapy as I was exhibiting "antisocial tendencies".

The truth was I didn't really feel comfortable anywhere. I walked through the cafeteria and felt like people were hoping I wouldn't sit with them or the eyes of people silently sending sympathy like I was going to drop dead at any moment. I decided I would find a table and start sitting there with headphones on so no one would approach me or try to tell me how "brave" or "strong" I was for just showing up to school and existing.

Keeping my head down in my notebook and tuning everything and everyone out seemed to be working. I felt the weight shift at the table but didn't bother looking up until I saw a ringed hand sneak across the table and steal one of my pretzels. I looked up and Eddie was smiling at me. I shook my head and removed my headphones.

"I'd ask if I can help you but you seem to be helping yourself." I shut my notebook.

"I noticed you were over here trying to blend in with the table so I figured I would sneak a few snacks and check in on you." Eddie smirked, keeping his voice low enough that he didn't draw attention to us. I silently pushed the open bag towards him and he lifted his eyebrow assuring he understood the gesture was welcomed.

"Apparently it's frowned upon to eat in your car so I've been banished to the cafeteria where I can be social and inviting for all those who wish to gawk and feel sorry for me." Eddie leaned across the table.

"Would you like me to make a scene? Take some of those eyes off you for a bit? I'm pretty good at lunchtime chaos." He smirked and I knew he would hop on this table in a heartbeat.

"As noble as that sounds, I think I'll keep it in the back pocket for now. No need to drag you into my self-loathing for the day." I patted his hand graciously.

"As the resident metal head, I feel it's my job to see what you're currently listening to in order to make a decision on our future conversations." Eddie slid my walkman across the table to pop open the cassette deck.

"Journey...bit soft but I suppose it could be much worse. It also suits you." He shut the walkman before stealing another pretzel.

"Suits me? Do tell." I laughed.

"You're a soft badass. You've got this very sweet, quiet demeanor but you've been through shit. You're tough, no matter what these narbos think, you don't need anyone's sympathy or empty words." Eddie had a way about him that could pull the attention to him with loud and dramatic statements but what a lot of people didn't seem to realize was he too had this softness.

"Hey Danielle, is this freak bothering you?" I jumped at the sudden voice behind me and Eddie leaned back from me.

"Don't you have balls to dribble or sermons to conduct?" Eddie fired back.

"Look freak-" I cut them off by standing up, gathering my things, and looking at Jason.

"That's enough. I can handle myself just fine, thanks. Eddie wasn't bothering me, I don't need help and my name is Dani. if you actually knew me beyond what your prayer circles and gossiping mothers say you would know that." Jason looked dumbfounded.

"I'm sorry I didn't know-" I cut him off once more.

"Of course, you don't. No one bothers actually knowing me. They just want to patronize and coddle me like I'm glass. I'm not anyone's charity case and I don't need saving." I raised my voice and now realized everyone was staring.

"Now if no one has anything positive to say I'm going to go back to my original plan and eat in my car." Jason looked embarrassed and backed away quickly with his hands up. Eddie followed me to the door touching my arm to stop me.

"Hey...can I level with you? Stop trying to blend in. It's never going to work. You can try to hide in your notebook or tune everyone out but you are far too superior to be normal Dani Murillo." I felt the blush on my cheeks and tucked my hair behind my ear. I held out the remaining pretzels and he took them awkwardly.

"Thanks...you still owe me a bag of pretzels." He had eaten the majority of the bag so I felt it was a decent way to accept his kindness and not say anything that would make me look stupid. He snorted a laugh before kicking the door open and holding it for me to pass through.