#never have i been in a positive mood at work. constantly in a i wanna die mood

[eunhos]

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[bapeach]

KK's "twin"

This is my longest fic so far and I'm gonna be honest, it's not great. I lowkey hate it because the ending is very rushed and I don't love the overall vibe, but I also didn't wanna just get rid of the whole thing. I promise I'll try to post a better fic soon! I'm sorry for any grammatical mistakes and as always I hope you enjoy. :) (Also, I'm sorry if the translated part is incorrect, my French isn't what it used to be 😅) Find my masterlist here :)

Pairing(s): Paige Bueckers x female!reader  Word count: 7.1k+  Summary: When the team finally gets to meet KK's beloved cousin, Paige realizes that her type has changed. ------------

Today was the day. The day you’d finally visit KK at UConn, and she couldn’t be more excited. You were KK’s 2-year-older cousin, and honestly? She thought of you as her role model. Every time she saw you, she’d beg you to transfer to UConn so you two could hang out more. You never really paid any mind to it, though. You liked your own school, had great friends, and had a starting position on your basketball team. Of course, you missed the younger girl when you didn’t see each other for months at a time, her being your favorite cousin and all, but it wasn’t enough for you to enter the transfer portal. 

KK looked as if she was about to combust, unable to sit still in her excitement. “You guys are gonna love her so much! She’s so funny. I mean, not as funny as I am, but still! She’s like my twin, for real,” KK gushed to her team as they all sat in the locker room getting ready for practice. She ignored the looks the girls gave each other, continuing to sing your praises, too enthusiastic to let them bring her mood down. 

It’s not like the team wasn’t looking forward to meeting you. Not at all! It’s just that they’d had to listen to KK’s excited rambling for days now, and it was getting a little old. Hell, they hadn’t even met you and they already knew your favorite foods, the movies you liked, the inside jokes you two had and even the name of your first pet! So, yeah, the girls were getting a little tired of the young guard’s constant yapping. They were also a bit nervous. They loved KK to bits, but they weren’t sure they’d be able to handle two of her. 

KK was no doubt the life of the party, always hyping people up and bringing smiles to everyone’s faces. Some people said she reminded them of a puppy with her endless energy and youthful joy. This was often a good thing, seeing as there was never a boring moment when she was around. The older teammates did, however, have to rein her in a bit when things got too chaotic and loud. So, yeah, the fact that there would be two of her, both constantly egging each other on, was a bit scary.

As the girls make their way to the court, KK continues talking about all the things you guys would do when you got here and how she was going to convince you to transfer. “It’s gonna work this time!” she swore. Seeing coach Geno already there waiting for them, the basketball players step up their pace, trying not to piss off the older man (Okay, and maybe to get away from KK, though they’d never admit that to the girl).

Once they’re all huddled around the coach, listening to today’s plans, Paige looks over at Nika across from her. The blonde raises her eyebrows, widening her eyes as she huffs a little, as if to say, “Finally, she’s quiet,” making Nika grin. Azzi, having seen the whole interaction, gives Paige a push and shakes her head with an eye roll and a smile. The blue-eyed guard simply sends her a playful wink, letting her know she’s just kidding. As the team scatters to start their drills, Paige walks over to KK, slinging an arm around her. While she’d rather not hear about how good of a basketball player you are or how well you pull off pranks, again, she knows it’ll make her friend happy.

Having been split up into groups, KK, Paige, Azzi, Nika, and Aaliyah walk over to one side of the gym for their exercises. “So, at what time is this legendary Y/N even coming?” the Croatian girl asks. “Uhh, she said she’d probably get here a little after practice ends,” KK replies with a beaming smile. “You guys will join us for lunch, right?” she asks, looking up at Paige with wide, hopeful eyes. The blonde catches the ball Aaliyah throws at her, bouncing it on the floor a few times as she looks at the teammates. Seeing them all nod with a shrug, she smiles at the freshman, “Sure thing, KK.”.

While you had originally planned on arriving a little after practice, letting KK shower and get ready in peace, you’d changed your plans. Your coach, an old friend of Geno’s, had let UConn’s coach know you’d be touring the university. The older man had given you a call, letting you know you could stop by practice if you wanted to “see how they do it in Connecticut”. You’d agreed, letting him know you appreciated the invitation. You had to admit, you were excited. You’d get to see your best friend in action, meet her beloved team, and scout the competition a little. 

Arriving at Gampel Pavilion, you eagerly make your way inside. You open the big double doors to the court, making sure not to slam them so as to not disturb the players. You immediately walk over to coach Auriemma, shaking his hand and telling him it’s an honor to meet him. While you loved your own coach dearly and were thankful for everything she’d done for you, part of you wishes you’d committed to UConn to learn from the Geno Auriemma. 

As you two talk about your basketball experiences, you hear a loud yell. “TWINNNN!” KK screams, sprinting over to you. You barely have enough time to turn around to catch the younger girl as she flings herself at you. You stumble back a bit before catching your footing and gripping her tightly. “Hey there, Kiddo,” you chuckle at her glee and the way she’s clinging onto you. When she finally lets you go, you take a step back, crossing your arms with a tiny smirk on your face. Her team had walked over after hearing the commotion, wanting to finally meet the amazing Y/N.

When KK had called you her twin and a slightly less cool version of herself, the athletes had not expected this. Paige gulped nervously, giving you a once-over. You stood next to KK, towering over her as you matched Jana’s height, standing at 6’5”. You were wearing a navy shirt with black Nike sweats and matching sneakers, a dog tag necklace glinting on your chest. Your arms were covered with patchwork tattoos while a nose piercing twinkled under the bright gym lights. Paige had seen you were wearing a few chunky rings when you were hugging KK, one of which looked like a snake coiling around your finger. 

Your dark eyes roam over the team, making some of the younger girls shift their weight a little, feeling slightly intimidated by your intense vibe. If you didn’t look so scary, the team would’ve laughed at the stark difference between you and KK. While the shorter girl gave off golden retriever vibes, you were like a black cat. Your sharp jaw and big muscles made sure people didn’t mess with you, and the smirk on your face made you look like you knew everyone’s secrets. You looked fearless. 

While Paige was always pretty confident and never really got nervous around anyone, she felt her throat go dry as her hands became clammy the longer she looked at you. “Hey, I’m Y/N,” you said, your voice low and steady. Paige felt a wave of emotion wash over her, but she couldn’t figure out which one. 

You see the girl you recognize as Nika open her mouth to introduce herself. Before she gets the chance to, KK starts introducing everyone, adding her usual sass. Though you were already familiar with everyone, your cousin having shown you plenty of pictures of everyone, all with funny stories attached to them, you give her your full attention with a soft grin.

“..., and that’s Azzi, she’s coach’s favorite,” she playfully frowns before finishing the introductions, “And that over there is P Boogers, she always bullies me.” You look over as KK points at each girl, hearing Paige scoff at the freshman’s description of herself. You look the blonde up and down, raising an eyebrow in amusement as she catches your eye, a blush creeping up her face. “Cute,” you think to yourself. 

“Nice to meet you guys! KK has told me all about you,” you say with a grin, slinging your arm over KK’s shoulder as you rub her head in a teasing way. You hear the girls laugh as your cousin pushes you away with a huff. “I thought you said you wouldn’t be here until after practice?” she questions, fixing her hair. “What? And miss seeing you in action?” you smirk. 

“Alright ladies, this is all very sweet, but we’ve still got 30 minutes of practice left, so let’s keep going! You need to warm up, kid, or are you good to go?” coach Geno calls out, turning to you towards the end of his sentence. “I’m ready, sir,” you grin. He sends you a nod, bouncing a basketball your way. You catch it before letting it spin on your pointer finger. “Alright huskies, split up into teams for a scrimmage. I trust you’re all old enough to choose your own team without fighting!” the coach's voice booms loudly.

KK immediately jumps on your back, yelling, “Dibs!”, right into your ear. You wince, telling her to get off as you roll your eyes. You pretend you’re annoyed, but it’s clear that you’re just kidding, finding it endearing how much the younger girl clings to you. 

During the scrimmage, you impress the athletes around you with your near-perfect shots, great form, and high basketball IQ. “No wonder she’s a starter for her team,” the girl sporting a #5 jersey thinks to herself. While she usually never really struggles to lock in and focus on the game, she finds herself getting distracted by the way you move with power yet grace. 

After you finish your game, your team having won by 2 points, you get a few pats on the shoulder from the girls. “Not too shabby,” Nika teases with a smirk. “Yeah, KK could learn a thing or two from you,” Ice says with a mischievous grin, narrowly avoiding a slap aimed at her arm by the girl in question. “See what I mean? I’m always getting bullied for no reason,” the freshman complains with a frown. “It’s okay, Kiddo… I’m sure you’ll be as good as me one day,” you say, patting her shoulder before sending her a smirk as you finish your sentence. 

“Heyyyy! You guys are so rude,” she groans before stomping off to the locker room. You only chuckle, walking over to the sidelines where you’d left your bag. You bend down to grab your bottle, squeezing some water into your mouth. Once you feel refreshed, you close the lid, wiping away the drops that missed your mouth. 

As you look up, you see Paige staring at you, swallowing harshly before looking away once you make eye contact. You grin to yourself before lifting your bag over your shoulder and following the girls towards the locker room. As you pass by Paige, who tries her best but fails to avoid looking at you, you send her a wink. This is gonna be fun.

Once everyone is ready, you decide to split up into different cars to meet up at your nearest McDonald’s. Of course, KK sprints off towards your car before anyone else has time to decide who will drive. You just chuckle, crossing your arms as you look at the other girls to see who else will join you. “Nika, Paige, and I will also come with you if that’s okay?” Azzi smiles softly at you. “Fine by me,” you return the gesture. “Alright, cool,” Nika says. You all turn towards Paige when you don’t hear a reaction from her. 

It’s not like Paige wanted to ignore the conversation happening around her. She just couldn’t stop looking at the way your muscles were flexing as you crossed your arms. It’s not like she had a crush on you or anything! She was just… appreciating your physique! Yeah, that’s it! 

You smirk a little as Azzi nudges Paige. Heat creeps up the blonde’s face as she realizes everyone is looking at her, waiting for a reply. “Uh, yeah! Yeah, that’s cool,” she stutters, hoping that she replied the right thing to whatever they’d just asked her. You chuckle softly as you turn around and start walking toward where KK is impatiently waiting. “God, took you guys long enough! Let’s gooooo, I’m hungry,” she complains. 

Once everyone gets into the car, you plug in your phone and start playing your latest playlist. Making sure everyone is wearing their seatbelt, you shift the car into gear and start driving. You spend the next 15 minutes listening to KK’s chatting, smacking her hand away from your phone whenever she tries to change a song. Feeling a pair of eyes on you, you glance into your rearview mirror, once again making eye contact with Paige. You send her a soft smile, not wanting to embarrass her. She sends you a nervous smile before turning back to Nika, who was mumbling something about her psychology class.

When you arrive at the fast food joint, you all pile through the door, moving towards the nearest free tables. The conversation flows easily between you and the team, everyone becoming more at ease in your presence. While you were definitely a lot scarier than KK, you two did share some similar traits. Both of your smiles could light up a dark room, you had the same humor (though KK’s was a bit more immature), and you had the same mannerisms. The longer you all hung out, the more everyone realized that though you looked like you could easily knock them out, you were very kind. You always gave your full attention to everyone talking to you, never interrupting them. You made sure to include the quieter girls when you thought they might feel left out. You shared your food with the ball of energy next to you without a word, simply pushing your fries closer to her…

Paige couldn’t help feeling warmth spread through her chest. It’s just… it was sweet to see you treat one of her favorite people with so much love… “Yeah, that’s it,” the UConn star thought to herself. She simply appreciates you as a person and could see herself becoming really good friends with you!

Paige gets shaken out of her thoughts as she hears Azzi speak. “So Y/N, how come you didn’t commit to UConn?”. She turns to you, seeing you lean back a bit to cross your arms before replying. “Well, I actually almost enrolled here-” you start before getting interrupted by KK’s mumbling, “You should’ve”. You grin at her pouting before continuing, “It took me a while to choose a school. I had to pick between academics and athletics. While UConn is a really good uni for academics as well, my university just had a better program.”

Paige bites her lip as she watches you talk. It was so alluring. The way you were able to keep everyone’s attention with your low, raspy voice. “While I obviously love basketball, it felt less important to me than my studies. Besides, it’s not like my school’s basketball team sucks, they’re great! Maybe not UConn great, but we can hold our own,” you grin, hearing the girls around you chuckle. 

“You know, KK has talked about you nonstop for days, but we still don’t even know what your major is,” Aaliyah says. You shake your head in amusement at the young girl’s ability to say so much while simultaneously not really saying anything at all. “I’m an English major,” you say with a small smile. “Oooh, so you know all the big words? Fancy,” Nika says with a teasing smile on her face. “She does!” KK raves, “She can also speak like 10 languages!”. 

You roll your eyes at the exaggeration, but your smile grows with her enthusiasm. “Okay, chill, it’s not that many.” “You speak other languages? Which ones?” Nika asks, leaning forward with interest. “Well, obviously I speak English,” you grin as everyone chuckles. “But besides that, I can also speak French, Spanish, and a bit of German… Oh! And I’ve been learning a bit of sign language on the side, but I’m still looking for proper classes for that,” you explain. Looking around, you see everyone’s eyes widen as their mouths drop open. “Holy shit!” you hear someone mumble. 

“Yo, you should say something in French!” you hear Ice say. “Uh, sure, what do you want me to say?” you ask. You see the girls all look at each other, trying to find something you could say. “Why don’t you introduce yourself?” you hear Azzi’s soft voice beside you as she sends you a gentle smile. “Alright, let’s see,” you clear your throat. 

“Bonjour, je m'appelle Y/N ! J'ai vingt ans et j'étudie l'anglais. Mon hobby est le basket-ball, bien sûr, mais j'aime aussi lire. Je suis fille unique, mais j'ai quelques cousins dont je suis assez proche. Mon meilleur ami est KK. Uhhh, je n'ai pas de petite amie mais j'y travaille,” you say, looking at Paige for the last sentence with a mischievous grin. (“Hello, my name is Y/N! I'm twenty years old and I'm an English major. My hobby is basketball, of course, but I also like to read. I'm an only child, but I have a few cousins I'm quite close with. My best friend is KK. Uhhh, I don't have a girlfriend, but I'm working on that.”)

Paige flushes as she looks away. She’d been staring at you the whole time, chewing her lip. The blonde was completely enthralled by your French accent. Even speaking a different language, you spoke with full confidence, which sent another wave of emotion through her stomach. 

The girls around you look at you impressed. After explaining what you just said, skillfully leaving out the last part, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. Before you’ve even fully disappeared from everyone’s view, Azzi knocks her elbow into Paige’s arm. Quickly looking away from your retreating figure, the blue-eyed girl looks at her best friend, letting her know she’s listening. “Hm?” she hums, pretending the brunette hadn’t caught her staring again.

“She’s so into you,” she replies in a hushed voice, making sure no one overheard her. “What?” Paige questions, her eyes wide. Her tone has a certain… desperation? No. Not desperation, because Paige doesn’t like you like that… she’s just uhh intrigued by you… Yeah, that sounds right…

“Mhmmm,” the team’s princess hums, “did you notice how she left out the last part of her translation?” “What?” Paige repeats, “Of course not, I can’t speak French… But you can!”. The blonde’s voice rises at the end of her sentence, gaining the attention of her team around her. She just grins at them sheepishly before asking Azzi to tell her what you’d said, her voice urgent.

The brunette shakes her head, chuckling in amusement at how smitten Paige already seemed, only having met you a few hours prior. “Calm down, lovergirl.” “Azz, come on! She’s gonna be back soon,” the enamored girl whines, acting like a little kid. Azzi rolls her eyes, leaning even closer to her best friend, “She said she’s not dating anyone… but she’s working on that…”. Paige frowns for a second. Not because she doesn’t like the idea of you dating anyone else! Just because she’s not sure what any of that has to do with her. “God, you’re so oblivious sometimes, P. Did you not see the way she was looking at you while she said that? The way she’s been looking at you this whole time actually?”

The star athlete doesn’t get the chance to reply, seeing as you’d already returned back to your seat. It was probably for the better though, sass clear on the blonde’s face. None of it mattered anyway. The blue-eyed girl is pretty sure you were looking at her the way you were looking at everyone. “And besides, even if she did like me, it’s not like I’d care… she’s not exactly my type,” the girl thought to herself. 

And you weren’t really. Paige had had her fair share of girlfriends and flings, all more on the… well… girly side. Girls that knew nothing about basketball, loved makeup, and were scared of breaking a nail. She’d never been with anyone taller than her. Someone that was more likely to carry her around on tiresome hiking dates. Paige wasn’t used to anyone being able to make her so flustered just by a simple look, always being the one to make other girls blush with a few well-aimed flirty grins. 

Azzi knew her best friend. She could read her like an open book even when she tried to be sneaky. Because let’s be honest, if there’s one thing Paige isn’t, it’s subtle. Whenever the blonde liked a girl, she’d stare at them, holding eye contact like her life depended on it and making them feel like they were the only people in the world. She’d flirt by annoying the hell out of them, knowing they couldn’t be mad at her when she’d send them her signature smirk. And so, because Azzi knows her so well, she could clearly tell that Paige was head over heels. It was cute to see the otherwise so confident girl flush red, stumble over her words, and zone out looking at you while still trying to deny her crush. 

“We should all hang out at Pazzi’s dorm!” KK says eagerly, “We can have a sleepover!”. Paige rolls her eyes at the ship name between her and her best friend. “‘Xcuse me? Do we not get any say in that?” she replies sassily. “Hmmm, no,” KK grins. “Whatever,” the blonde responds, faking her annoyance. She was actually pretty excited at the thought of spending more time with you. Of course, she didn’t let that show. She didn’t want Azzi to give her that knowing look of hers.

After finishing your meals and a lot more laughing, you all get up to go to Paige and Azzi’s dorm. As you’re walking towards your car, you let the girls go ahead of you, hanging back a little to keep talking to KK. You look up as you hear your cousin stop mid-sentence, a frown forming on her face. Paige, Azzi, and Nika had already reached your car, the blonde leaning against the passenger seat. “What? Nuh-uh, I get to sit in front!” KK speeds over with a scowl. “You snooze, you lose, Camera,” the blue-eyed girl smirks. “Y/N! Tell her to move,” your cousin demands, swiveling her head around and looking at you with a pout. You look between the two, both blue and brown eyes staring at you with hope. 

You shrug lightly with a smile, “Sorry kid, you should’ve called shotgun.” KK huffs as she stomps her foot, making her teammates laugh. “You’re supposed to be on my sideee,” she whines as you unlock the car and get in. You only chuckle, looking in your rearview mirror to see her pouting with her arms crossed. “Play nice, Kam,” you say with a warm smile. She replies by sticking her tongue out and looking away in annoyance. You can tell she’s not actually mad though, the corners of her mouth curling up against her will. You two could never stay mad at each other anyway, always apologizing within a few hours of an argument. 

As you’re driving and asking the directions from the blonde beside you, you can’t help stealing glances at her. She looked so peaceful, nodding along to the beat of the songs on the radio as she tapped her fingers against her thighs. You weren’t afraid to admit you were attracted to the well-known player, even before getting to know her. You’d seen quite a few of her games, even played against her one time (though she probably didn’t remember, you looked quite different back then, and your last name wasn’t that uncommon). You really admired the girl if you were being honest. 

On the court she was an amazing player, the stats proved that. And she didn't win all those prizes for nothing. You liked the way she never gave up. The way she led her team, even when they felt like all was lost. You also knew she had a really high basketball IQ, the way she seemed to be able to know what was gonna happen on the court before it had even happened.

Off the court she was a great person as well. You hadn't known her for that long, but KK had told you plenty of stories about all the funny moments she'd had with the blonde. During late-night facetimes, when the vibe had calmed down, KK would tell you all about how the #5 player had helped her. It didn’t matter if your cousin needed help with certain shots she struggled with or with her schoolwork, Paige was always there when she needed it. And anyone KK spoke of that highly? Well, they were immediately good in your book. 

When you guys are about halfway to campus, Paige's phone rings. Glancing over, you see the caller ID read Ice Spice. You could only assume it was the #25 player calling. You see the blonde scrunch her face together in confusion as she taps "Accept." "Wassup, Ice? You're on speaker," she says, holding the phone in between you two. "Hey, we were thinking of stopping at the store real quick to get some snacks. Whatchu guys want?" You hear Ice's voice crackle through the phone. You wait until everyone has answered before asking them to bring your favorite snack and drink. You also ask them to bring some other candy that you know KK really likes but always seems to forget about. As you look back, you see that the young girl has already long forgotten about the phone call, being too busy playing a game on her phone. You roll your eyes fondly.

When you get to the apartments, you park the car and walk towards the trunk. You hand everyone their bags, holding onto your own as well as your cousin's as you listen to her bicker with Paige. You hear Nika butt in every once in a while to tease both girls, her Croatian accent coming out a little. Walking up to the agreed-upon dorm, you fall back a little as you make quiet conversation with Azzi.

You really vibed with Azzi. She was calm and pretty quiet, but she didn't bite her tongue when she disagreed with something. You liked how mature she was but still managed to quip back with a witty comeback to make everyone laugh. 

You liked the whole team, really. The way they all acted like older sisters to KK. While being around the same age as her, you tell they felt a sense of protectiveness over your baby cousin. You saw as they all took turns making sure she was okay, keeping an eye out for her at all times. It warmed your heart.

When you all reach the dorm, you walk in, putting down your and KK’s bags somewhere near the door. “Y/N! Sit next to me!” KK hollers from where she’s seated on the couch. You chuckle in amusement as you walk over, plopping down next to her. You sling an arm around her and pull her a little closer. You feel the freshman relax against you as you both listen to Paige and Nika’s bickering. Azzi sits down next to you, giving you a gentle smile before turning to give her best friend a disapproving look as the girl says something out of pocket to Nika.

Sitting here, totally at ease, made you realize that in the few hours you’d known the girls, they’d made you feel completely at home in their little group. You continue to listen to the chattering around you, joining the conversation whenever you need to before hearing a loud banging on the door. “Oh my godddd”, you hear Paige groan as she gets up. Opening the door, she says, “Y’all needa fucking chillll, bro,” before letting the rest of the team in. 

Everyone finds a place to settle down before handing out the snacks and drinks. When you get your stuff handed to you, you give the candy to KK. She immediately shoots up from where she was lying against your side. You grin at her as she looks at you with wide eyes before flinging herself back down against you in a hug. 

“This is why you’re my favorite cousin!” she fake cries, making the team chuckle at her dramatics. You smile down at her as you pat her head before looking up when you hear someone say, “So… what’re we gonna do?”. Everyone looks at each other, shrugging a little. “Games and a movie?” Azzi suggests softly. 

Not being able to say no to the people’s princess, everyone agrees before splitting up into groups to play different games. Ice and Aaliyah immediately get up to go play Fortnite on Paige’s Xbox while some of the other girls run off to go play Roblox on Paige and Azzi’s laptops. 

You stay seated as Azzi walks over to the cupboard to grab a deck of Uno for you, KK, Paige, Nika, and herself. Before the brunette even gets the chance to take out the cards, the blonde turns to the Croatian girl to talk shit. “You ready to lose again, Mool?” she teases, completely butchering Nika’s last name. “I hope you play better than you talk shit, Boogers,” the Croatian quips back. You feel KK sit up properly as she grins, having regained her energy, “Less talking, more playing, losers. You guys are going downnn.”

15 minutes later you think you might pass out. 

Have you ever laughed this much before? Turns out Nika is notoriously bad at Uno, somehow always forgetting to yell the word when she has one card left. Apparently Paige is strangely good at pulling +2 cards while Azzi somehow always manages to have all of her cards be the same color. You were the only normal player, seeing as KK kept trying to (and somehow succeeding to?) cheat by looking at everyone’s cards and by putting down multiple cards when no one was looking. After a while, you decide to stop playing, seeing as Nika looks like she’s about to kill Paige if she gets another +2 card. 

You spend the rest of the afternoon laughing as you play games and tell stories. When it hits dinner time, you order a few pizzas. You all decide to play rock-paper-scissors to see who has to go get them. You’re glad to see the Croatian girl is better at that than Uno, seeing as you weren’t sure it would end well if she lost again. 

Once Ashlynn and Caroline leave, you all find a spot around the tv to watch some movies. You’re still seated on the couch next to KK and Azzi, with Nika and Paige sitting beside them.

“Alright, I think it’s my turn to choose a movie,” Paige says in a matter-of-fact way. “What? No way it’s already your turn again!” Ice protests. “Uhm? Yeah, it is? Aubrey picked last time, so it’s my turn again,” she frowns offendedly. “I swear to God if you make us watch that movie again,” Aaliyah grumbles from her spot on the floor. “Hey! Love & Basketball is a really good movie!” Paige raises her voice defensively, “Right, Azzi?”. 

“Yeah, sure, ask the one person who loves the movie as much as you do,” Nika grins. The blue-eyed girl looks around the room with a frown before settling her eyes on you. Her face softens. “What do you think of the movie, Y/N?”. Her eyes are wide and innocent looking, you think you can even see a sparkle of hope swimming around in them.

You raise your eyebrows slightly as everyone turns towards you expectantly. You clear your throat a little. “I, uhh, haven’t seen it yet,” you shrug slightly. Paige’s mouth drops open. “IT’S DECIDED, WE’RE WATCHING IT!” she yells, making the girls around her groan. You grin at the girl, glad to see she’s gotten more comfortable around you, showing her more playful side instead of the nervous side you’d been seeing (though she looked cute either way). “Okay, okay, calm down, P,” Azzi chuckles at her excitement. “We’re gonna watch multiple movies anyway, so why don’t we let Y/N pick the first movie and then watch yours after?”. You see the team nod their heads eagerly at the idea of not having to watch Paige’s movie just yet.

You look over at Paige, who playfully scratches her chin in thought. “Okay, fine… But only because I’m not in the mood for it yet,” she says. “Right… not in the mood for your favorite movie… or maybe you’re head over heels for Y/N, who will tell?” Azzi thinks with a small smile on her face. 

“So, Y/N/N, what’s it gonna be?” Nika asks with her signature teasing smirk. Once you tell them your favorite movie, you start chatting about school and basketball, waiting for the food to arrive. You see Paige get up out of the corner of your eye as she mumbles something about getting everything ready. Azzi nods, getting up as well to help the blonde with the plates and cups. Your eyes follow their retreating figures until they disappear into the kitchen area. You hoped you’d be able to talk to the blue-eyed girl alone before you had to leave again, wanting to see if you were right thinking she liked you back.

When Paige and Azzi get to the kitchen, they don’t speak at first, silently moving in sync as if they were two parts of a whole. Seeing as the blonde isn’t going to say anything, Azzi opens her mouth. “So… Are you gonna make a move?” 

Paige whips her head towards the brunette so fast you’d think she got whiplash. “What? What do you mean? Make a move on who? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she rambles as her cheeks flush red. Azzi grins at her friend’s nervousness before placing her hand softly on the girl’s arm. “Relax, P, it’s just us here.”. 

“I’m chill, I just don’t like Y/N like that,” she replies, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge so she has something to do with her hands. “If you don’t like her, then how did you know who I was talking about?” Azzi looks at her with a gentleness that makes Paige freeze.

“Oh my god… I like Y/N…” the blonde thinks as her eyes go wide. Seeing her reaction, her best friend pulls her into a hug. “Ask her out,” she whispers into the panicking girl’s ear. “No! No, I can’t! I mean, she probably doesn’t even like me back… And even if she did, she’s KK’s cousin… that’d be weird, right?” the wide-eyed girl rambles. The brunette doesn’t get the chance to reply as loud knocking is heard on the front door. Paige pulls away with a certain urgency as she speeds out of the kitchen to let the girls in. Azzi shakes her head with a sigh, “Let’s hope Y/N has more balls,” she mumbles to herself.

Walking to the living room with the paper plates and cups, Azzi sees Paige already sitting back in her spot, leaving an empty spot next to you for herself. “P, swap with me,” she says, standing in front of the blonde. Paige’s eyes widen as she asks, “Why?” “Cus I said so,” the brunette rolls her eyes, “I need to talk to Caroline.” Paige gulps as she scooches closer to you.

You send her a soft smile, being able to feel nerves radiate off of her in waves. It was cute seeing how much a nervous mess she was near you. You’d seen enough edits of her on your TikTok to know she was usually extremely confident. So seeing her like this? Completely flushed, avoiding eye contact, and even sometimes stuttering over her words, she looked adorable.

As you all start watching the movie, you feel KK lean against you as she finally starts mellowing out. You knew it was coming. You’d been around the younger girl enough to know she was very high energy throughout the whole day, but the second you two sat down, in the comfort of your safe space, she’d become quiet, finally being at ease. 

You all eat your food, watching your favorite movie, and you can’t help but wish you could stay like this forever. Once the end credits play, the girls around you praise your movie choice before playfully complaining about the fact that it was now turn for Paige’s movie. You all joke around a little more before you decide to finally watch the movie, not wanting to go to bed too late. As the first lines get spoken, the blonde loudly shushes everyone with a wide grin, leaning forward a little to fully enjoy the movie. 

While you’re sure Love & Basketball is a great movie, you don’t pay attention for a second. How could you? When Paige was sitting so close to you, subconsciously having leaned in a little. Her warm thigh pressed against yours as she mouths all the words. It makes your heart flutter.

Throughout the movie, some girls get up, mumbling about going to bed before disappearing with a wave and a sleepy smile. When the movie comes to an end, only a handful of people are left. You look around, making sure not to wake KK from where she has fallen asleep against you. “Did everyone fall asleep?” you ask with a soft chuckle. “Yeah, it looks like it,” Paige grins.

The blonde gets up, grabbing the cups and plates around her. You get up as well, making sure KK is still comfortable, before helping the blue-eyed girl bring the dishes away. You work in silence until you get to the kitchen. “You were right, you know?” you say with a grin. “Hm,” Paige hums, looking at you before breaking eye contact nervously. 

“You were right, it was a good movie,” you say, stepping a bit closer to her. “Yeah?” Paige asks with a grin, “Did you also love the part where they dyed their hair in the janky gas station?” “Yeah, that was a really good part,” you say, sliding even closer to her. Your heart flutters as you hear her laugh, slapping a hand in front of her mouth to not wake up the girls. “You didn’t watch the movie at all, did you?” she says, her eyes twinkling.

You send her a smirk, standing in front of her as she’s leaning against the counter. “You caught me,” you say, not even feeling embarrassed about it. She laughs, heat rising in her cheeks at your proximity, before asking, “What did you even do for the past 2 hours?” You shrug, leaning a little closer, “I guess I was just enjoying the view.” Paige flushes a bright red. 

She clears her throat and looks everywhere but at you. “Ahem, the uhhh, the girls like you a lot,” she stammers, picking at her nails. “Oh yeah?” you grin, “That’s nice… I like them too…” “Mhm… You know, when KK told us about you, we didn’t expect you to be like this at all. I mean, she called you her twin all the time, so we envisioned an exact copy of her. She always called you the less cool version of herself. We didn’t expect you to be so badass. I mean, like, your tattoos! They’re cool! Yeah, cool….,” the blonde rambles, her sentence trailing off as she cringes at how awkward she is.

Your eyes crinkle as your smile grows. “Paige…” you say softly, making her look up at you. “Relax,” you mumble, taking another step closer as you grab her hips. You give them a light squeeze before saying, “Listen, I like you. I’ve always admired you from afar, but now that I’ve spent a day with you, I’ve realized that I want to be more than just a friend… So, I would really like to take you on a date if you’d let me?”

You look down at her, slightly nervous about what she’ll reply. When you see her tense up, you soften your grip, getting ready to take a step away. You worry you misread the situation, but before you can step back, Paige relaxes as a bright smile makes its way onto her face. “Yeah, yeah, that’d be nice,” she grins. 

You smile widely. Paige’s eyes dart all over your face, properly taking you in. Her eyes linger on your lips for a second before they return to yours. You lean a little closer, testing the waters and giving her the chance to pull away. When she doesn’t, you lean in all the way, pressing a soft kiss against her lips as she closes her eyes. When you pull back, her body follows yours, not quite ready to end the kiss just yet. 

Opening her eyes, she looks at you with a grin, biting her lip in excitement. This all felt so new and exhilarating. Completely different from her past relationships but a good different. She felt like she could explode from the giddy feeling in her stomach. 

Leaning in to kiss you again, a loud gasp can be heard. You both pull away quickly as you turn around to see KK standing there with wide eyes, her mouth dropped open. You look at her with a worried look in your eyes. While you did really like Paige, you’d never date her if KK wasn’t okay with it. 

For a moment no one says anything. You open your mouth to apologize, to explain, to say something, anything! You don’t get the chance to however as the younger girl speaks first. “So… does that mean you’re finally transferring to UConn?” she says, her shocked expression turning into a smug smirk. You feel the tension leave your body and can’t help letting out a deep belly laugh. You pull her into a tight hug, looking back at a still frozen Paige. You grin at her, sending her a wink as she finally relaxes. This is gonna be really fun.

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About You Pt4

Sebastian Vettel x Webber!Reader

Summary: Everyone knows about the history of Sebastian Vettel and Mark Webber. But there's a well kept story within the paddock about Sebastian Vettel and another Webber. This is that story.

About You Series 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

A/N: took me a while to update but here it is! Let me know your thoughts about this

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2010, Bahrain International Circuit

Seb: Hey, did you already leave? Can we talk? Seb: Happy holidays Y/N, I hope you are spending time with the family Seb: Its a new year, I hope you get a better year. Seb: Aren't you going to pre-season testing? Seb: Hope to see you in Bahrain

Y/N sighed as she read the messages over and over again. It's quite an asshole move to leave Sebastian on read but Y/N couldn't bring herself to reply to the messages because she was hurt by their last conversation. The heavy feeling is even more aggravated because all she ever wanted was to hear a simple sorry from Sebastian.

Unfortunately, that's the only message that Sebastian hasn't sent.

"Are you still not talking with Sebastian?"Mark enters the room.

Mark knew that Sebastian and Y/N had a fallout after Abu Dhabi. At first, he was a bit clueless about what's happening but with Y/N constantly shutting herself in her room and Mark getting a glimpse of the one-sided conversation-it was difficult to ignore it.

The whole thing became even more hard to ignore when Sebastian resulted to texting Mark over the winter break to check on Y/N. Mark tried to ask Sebastian about what happened but Sebastian said that he just said some things that can make a friend feel hurt.

Bullshit, that's what Mark said in his mind. He knew that her sister won't be moping and act like this if its something as simple as that.

"I don't wanna talk about him" she grumbled.

"You know that you have to talk to him eventually"Mark ever the rational "He is our co-worker and we have to be professional in work."

It's something that Y/N knows. She knows that she will not place her professionalism in jeopardy but as much as she could she would delay talking to Sebastian. Her fear is that if she ends up forgiving Sebastian, without him asking for it, then this situation might repeat again.

"I won't let work interfere with Seb"Y/N assured.

There was a silence between the two Webbers. It was a comfortable silence where they seem to be using their siblings communication signals to determine if they should push the topic or not.

"He got pole position today, it might give Red Bull a fight for championship don't you think" Mark offered "Maybe you can talk to him like congratulate him for a conversation starter"

"I'm well-aware Mark, I have been watching the qualifying"

She was actually debating whether she would say a simple congrats knowing how proud Sebastian is with his pole. If this was last year, she would have been there at the parc femme. However, things aren't easy like that.

"You can talk to me about anything okay?" Mark reminded. Maybe at the back of Mark's head, he feels like there are more to this than just a petty friendship fight. But he didn't want to push her sister to being annoyed with his constant questions.

"I promise I will when the time is right."

"You know maybe if Sebastian loses the race then maybe you should see it as a sign to talk to him"Mark joked a bit to lighten the mood

"That's mean"Y/N playfully punched her brother "That's never going to happen he is on pole"

"Why not if he does not get a podium finish then you will talk to him"

"Are you seriously jinxing your team Mark?"Y/N laughed

"Okay, that's a deal"

"I tell you that its never gonna happen"Y/N assured.

And its like the universe played a cruel joke on Y/N, Sebastian did not have a podium finish. He still finished 4th but knowing Sebastian, the German driver is obviously frustrated.

Mark did not finish well but he has this knowing smirk on his face as he nudged his sister's ribs. Y/N resisted the urge to slap him at the back of his head since they were in front of a lot of Red Bull sponsors.

"Go on and talk to him" Mark whispered"I promise to behave here"

Y/N took a detour to the catering and grabbed an orange. She immediately went to Sebastian's driver room where she saw Britta exiting.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" she quizzed the younger Webber "I thought you and Seb weren't in speaking terms"

"Well I think with what happened today then I have to check up on him"Y/N replies.

Britta could just hug Y/N because she knows that Sebastian was really in a terrible mood after losing out the podium. It would mean a lot for Y/N to speak to Sebastian before Britta could bring him back for media duties.

"I'll stall the media for a bit, I'm giving you 10 minutes okay?" BrItta informed

"Thanks B"

Y/N felt nervous whether how to start a conversation with Sebastian. She fiddles with the orange in her hand as she walked in the room to seek the German driver.

"Seb?"

Sitting in the corner of the room, Sebastian looked up. His eyes were red, obviously from crying, and his hair was in complete disarray.

"Y/N?" Sebastian was confused "You're here?"

"I figure you need an orange"

In essence, Y/N didn't want to brush things off like that. She didn't want to appear out of the blue and be friends with Sebastian again. But the moment that Sebastian hugged her, it all melted away. She thought of nothing else as she missed this.

Sebastian too was thinking of the same thing. He wanted to apologize in person and he wanted to do it right now. However, he didn't want to ruin the moment. He just got her back.

Somehow its both of their fault that they brush off things like that.

2010, Albert Park

Sebastian, Mark, and Y/N arrived in Australia a couple of days before the race so as tradition goes Sebastian was once again a guest to Webber's family dinners. Sebastian feels at home with the family and even helped with the dinner preparations.

"Where's Y/N" Mr. Webber asked

"Y/N went to the market to buy some lemons that mum needs" Mark informed "She should have been here an hour ago"

"Should I give her a call?" Sebastian asked

Like a perfect cue, the door opens revealing Y/N.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I got a little bit of a car problem and its a good thing that I got someone to help me. "Y/N greeted "I hope you don't mind setting up another plate for dinner"

Of course, no one minded. The table was big enough to add guests. Sebastian was bringing the plates to the dining room when he was surprised to see Jenson Button standing there.

"What are you doing here" Sebastian was quick to ask

"Jenson is the one that helped me fix my car, thank God for drivers right?" Y/N replies

This annoyed Sebastian greatly but he knows that he cannot let his emotions get the best of him. He remembered how he acted the last time in Abu Dhabi and he surely doesn't want a repeat of that. It's just so annoying that Jenson Button is always at the scene of the crime when it comes to Y/N.

"Jenson?" Mark was also confused "You are in Australia early"

"Got an early flight, I was touring around and then I saw Y/N" Jenson smiles.

Knowing the previous history of Y/N and Jenson, Mark was also very skeptical. The seating arrangement ended up with Y/N between Mark and Sebastian while Jenson is sitting across Sebastian.

Dinner went on great, the dishes were great, but Sebastian could not shake this horrible feeling in his stomach. He hated how Jenson was mingling well and joking around with the whole family. Jenson had a way with Mrs. Webber, complimenting her food and the homey space decorations.

Still, Sebastian tried to push the green monster of envy away.

"Jenson, didn't you date my daughter Y/N before?" Mr. Webber remembered

"DAD"Y/N and Mark immediately hissed

"What, I'm just curious that's all" the eldest Webber defended

Jenson had a boyish smirk gracing his face and Sebastian wanted to punch that smirk on his face. He knew that if he didn't punch Jenson then Mark would.

"Well we went on a date for one time but that's it were good friends" Jenson explained

"But why Y/N, Jenson seems like a good lad plus he is a world champion" Mrs Webber butted in.

She seems to have grown fond of the British driver in such a short span of time. Her fondness is a stark contrast to the irritation that Sebastian has been feeling.

"Me and Jense are cool as friends, right?" Y/N cleared out

"Well if you wanna go on a date again, I wouldn't mind"Jensen jokingly stated.

Jealousy is a disease that Sebastian Vettel is inflicted with. Maybe its because Jenson already has two things that he really wanted which is a championship and a date with the girl he really liked. But whatever Sebastian was feeling, he kept it at bay for the sake of peace.

Anyways, he can run over Jenson on track.

2010, Sepang International Circuit

Y/N has to say that this is a very difficult start of the season for Red Bull. Mark and Sebastian went on winning poles yet they haven't won during the actual races. To say that she was ecstatic to see the Red Bull P1-P2 for today's race is not enough to describe how she is feeling.

Looking up at the podium and seeing the two drivers smiling at each other, Y/N took that opportunity to snap a photo of them. She prayed for more weekends like this as both drivers deserve this kind of victories.

Once the celebration ended, she went back to the motorhome to get her things and to meet up with the two drivers. However, she saw a group of Red Bull crew huddled up in a corner.

It was not her business to eavesdrop but hearing her brother's name being mentioned, she stayed hidden to hear what they have to say.

"Mark is an unfortunate case, he could have won today" one of them voiced out "He was at fault for losing his pole advantage a while ago"

"True and Vettel is obviously a better driver, look at him creating history and he just started last year"another mechanic agreed.

"I heard from Helmut that Vettel will be there championship bet"

"What happens to Mark then?"

"He will settle being a second driver and defending Sebastian obviously"

"Do you think Mark would agree?"

"If I were Mark, I would look for another team. There is no chance for a championship here if my teammate is obviously better than me"

All the highs that she has been feeling a while ago has faded into nothingness. Y/N felt herself conflicted with the situation ahead. If what they are saying is true then Y/N would be the one that will be in the middle of that battlefield.

This is Mark's dream for so long to win a championship. He have done his best to improve himself, she has seen the sleepless nights he had and how hard he tries to get a podium win every single race.

On the other hand, Y/N has also seen Sebastian's tears whenever he failed to finish or deliver. She knows that Sebastian lives and breathe racing for as long as he can remember. He wanted a championship badly as well.

It is just unfair that one of them has to compromise for the team. There shouldn't be a first driver or second driver but Y/N understands that every team had this. She felt miserable as she remembered hearing what happened to Rubens when he was the second driver to Michael Schumacher. She didn't want anyone to feel that way, ever.

"Y/N! Hello earth to Y/N"

In her deep thoughts, she haven't noticed that Mark and Sebastian was in front of her. Both were still in their race gear and the champagne smell wafts through the air.

"Oh, I didn't see you there Mark and Seb" Y/N emphasized loudly on their last name so that those gossip crew would be aware that the two are around.

"You're acting weird, we have been calling you for a long time already." Mark confusedly stated.

"Never mind about that, I just got a lot of things going on" Y/N assured

"Hey Nico invited us for dinner, let's celebrate?" Sebastian asked

"Sure, sure"

The two Red Bull drivers are laughing and joking around as they walked around with Y/N. Y/N tried to smile and join them but there was something that has been bugging her head.

In the end, she will put that conversation she heard of in the back of her head. She prays that it never happens because if she will be forced to choose sides, she didn't want to do that.

2010, Monte Carlo Circuit

Sebastian remembered how last year, Y/N has been a bit sick during Monaco so she was unable to do a yacht trip. Mark kept on sending her photos. It was meant to be a good gesture and to let her know that he misses her but it only made Y/N a lot more upset. She ended up texting Sebastian and whining about how that stupid stomach bug made her miss out this golden opportunity.

Yacht trips and the lavish life of Monaco is certainly not Sebastian's style. This is why it is common that he would be the last person to go to Monaco and the first one to leave. So just imagine everyone's surprise when he was in Monaco 3 days early for race week and he was going around looking for yacht trips.

It comes even more of a surprise when Y/N Webber has also been spotted in Monaco quite early for the race. No Mark Webber in sight though which raises everyone's eyebrows.

"So care to explain to me what are we doing?" Y/N asked.

She was dying of curiosity ever since Sebastian asked her to come early to Monaco. It was rare that Sebastian was so secretive because he will normally blabber everything to her.

"I'm not telling you until we get there" comes Sebastian's teasing comment.

"Oh c'mon I flew all over the world to see you"

"It's worth it, I promise"

Sebastian drove around Monaco and finally reaching the docks. He can feel that Y/N has the gears in her head already turning. There was an excited look on her face when she realized what they are about to do.

"Sebastian Vettel, tell me you did not!"Y/N tried to control her excitement "Are we really going on a yacht trip?"

"Well its your birthday week so I figure you might need a tour around Monaco on a yacht"Sebastian's nonchalant answer caused Y/N to scream.

It was a dream come true for Y/N. She had been dreaming of going around Monaco on a yacht for so long but her duties as Mark's assistants coupled by several unfortunate events prevented her from doing that dream.

Sebastian led her to the yacht and the two set off for an entire day of the yacht experience. Y/N wouldn't know but Sebastian specifically learned how to yacht for this purpose and this purpose only. He also called Mrs. Webber to ask for Y/N's favorite dishes so he has them prepared for lunch and dinner.

The whole day was spent floating around Monaco. They took a swim at one point and now they are lounging at the front while waiting for the sun to set.

"This is really a lot of effort Seb, thank you" Y/N began "I really appreciate this whole day"

If only Sebastian could tell her that he should be the one thanking her. Seeing her happy makes him extremely happy.

"It's nothing much" that's how Sebastian managed to answer

Y/N rolls her eyes, she sees right through that lie. Maybe for Sebastian this is nothing much but for her who doesn't earn as much as an F1 driver then this is really a lot.

"Oh before I forget, I still have one gift left" Sebastian said "Here you go"

It was a small black box with a gold ribbon. There was a scrawl on it in Sebastian's handwriting saying happy birthday Y/N. It made the girl raise her eyebrows.

"Seb I can't accept this, this seems really pricey"

Y/N got that right. Sebastian spent a long time looking for this gift since he customized it and it took a while for it to be created. But of course, Sebastian won't admit to that.

"Just take it" Seb pushed the gift back to her.

"I'm scared to open it" she whines

"Okay what if you don't open it and then I'll just hand it to you" Sebastian suggested "That way then you can't give it back"

"Got it, should I close my eyes to prepare myself"

"Go ahead"

Its so cliche for the two of them as it looks like it was taken from a movie scene. Sebastian unwrapped the gift and took the necklace out of the velvet pouch. It shimmers against the setting sun as he placed the necklace gently on her hand.

"You can open your eyes now" Sebastian said

Y/N lets out a soft gasp upon opening her eyes. It was a silver chained blue diamond necklace. There was some eerie similarities with the heart of the ocean necklace from titanic but this one is like the less flashier version. Sebastian have heard multiple stories back in the Webber household how Y/N absolutely loved Titanic as a little kid and Sebastian couldn't think of anything more iconic as gifting her a very own version of the heart of the ocean.

"Seb, you're making me cry. This is too beautiful" Y/N muttered in awe.

"I always see you fiddling with your necklace when you are nervous especially when someone crashed or its a wet race" Sebastian explained "I hope this can help assure you that everything will be alright"

Y/N felt speechless and she could feel the utter care that was placed in this gift. So what she does next is remove the necklace hanging on her neck.

"What's this?" it was now his turn to be puzzled.

"Well I can't wear this necklace and that at the same time" Y/N reasoned "So I'm giving you my necklace. Its my star sign, taurus which is represented by a bull so red bull"

Sebastian looked at the necklace in his hand. He felt very grateful and it seems like a charm for him to carry to his races.

"Thank you"

There was so much more that Sebastian wanted to say but he couldn't ruin this moment. He was happy to make her happy even if its just a friend.

Soon, he tells himself.

If he wins in Monaco then he would gather all his courage to ask her out. He will give everything for this race this weekend so he can finally stop this dilly-dallying. He gives out a silent wish to the universe that they make his wish come true.

News flash, Sebastian didn't win the Monaco GP 2010.

[randomlifex]

Sunshine and storm

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Go Kyungjun x fem!reader

Plot:the sun shines and the storm doesn’t understand why he likes it, but when his clouds will cover her rays, he’ll do anything to make the sun shine again

Warnings:bad language

Please notice:in this timeline Seun hasn’t died yet so there’s no game going on

This story is a request

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The spring weather was approaching, the temperature rose and birds had finally begun to sing all day long.

“What a great day! -you exclaimed, hugging Seun, your friend- and in a few weeks cherry flowers will blossom! Finally my favourite colour will be everywhere again!” you clapped

Seun smiled, putting her book on the desk, then she watched as you sat next to her:

“How can you be always in such a good mood?” she asked

“How can you not be when it’s spring! It’s the season of blooming. Birds sing all day and animals come out from their hibernation”

“You make me nauseous” Kyungjun popped out from nowhere,sitting with Seungbin right behind you. You rolled your eyes hopelessly:knowing how he was, you didn’t expect him to appreciate the cute little things of life

“Man you gotta smile more, you’re always so angry. The situation is getting serious” you mumbled as the teacher came in

“You don’t wanna see me angry, do you, Snow white?” he hit the back of your head with a pen, making you groan in pain, then he shifted into the “I don’t care about the lesson” mood,texting…or at least that was what you thought.

The truth was that Kyungjun spent the whole class staring at you. He had been doing so a lot in the past weeks, shifting his eyes away only when you noticed it. He didn’t know why, but there was something leading him to you, even if he hated it, and acted like the meanest person on earth (not that he was nice, but he had never put you into troubles).

He wasn’t used to it, nor to your constant happy mood; and since those feelings were unknown to him he would find any reason to come for you, even when you were doing nothing besides being a nice teammate.

That day your team had been pretty unlucky:the teacher had decided the members on her own, meaning that if you had to play with good athletes like Hyunho and Kyungjun himself, who was the captain, you had to put up also with those, like Sungpyo and Yoonseo, who were terrible at PE.

She got called out lots of times by everyone, but to Kyungjun the real problem was Sungpyo; or better, he was the victim whose ass was supposed to be constantly beaten in order to scare everyone and get great results.

Hyunho tried many times to stop the bully, but he eventually got kicked out due to a so called “litigious behaviour” ; so, in order to calm everyone down, you tried to spread positivity, like you always used to do.

“It’s okay, next time we’ll score something”

“It can happen, I made mistakes too”

“Don’t think about it and let’s have fun! It’s about having a good time, not winning”

You were dispensing smiles and comfort as you saw that someone was actually on the edge of tears, but Kyungjun got even more mad:

“Ya! Yn! -he called you in the middle of the first break- what the fuck are you doing?!” he was yelling, his eyes burning like fire

“What…what do you mean?” You asked, a little bit scared

“What do I mean? Do you think that’s how you make a shitty team work?!”

“I’m just trying to be positive…they’re all stressed out…” you justified yourself

“Really? -he laughed- are you fucking kidding me?! “Trying to be positive”…bullshit. Do you know what you can do with your stupid positivity? Go home and stay there. Idiot” he scoffed

“But…”

“No buts. You’re getting on my nerves. What’s so funny to be constantly smiling and laughing? Uh? Come on tell me! Be serious for once, and let the captain be the captain. Go to the back lines, you suck anyway in the front” he shrugged his shoulders, pointing to the back of the field.

You looked around you, realising that everyone was staring, the your eyes rested on Kyungjun:

“You know what? -you were holding your tears back- fuck you and this stupid game! Get a new player to cover your shitty back lines. Asshole!” you yelled, running away to hide in the first empty classroom you had found.

Kyungjung looked at you:something inside him shattered as soon as he realised you were terribly hurt. “Did I…did I cover the sunshine with my clouds?” he asked himself, feeling guilty as hell.

You spent the whole lesson crying in a corner of the room, next to the blackboard, suffocating your sobs in order to not be found by anyone. You didn’t want people to see you in those conditions, you had promised yourself to be always happy to make everyone around you happy as well. Your friends used to call you “sunshine” for a reason, and you loved it, just like you loved keeping up your good mood. Why Kyungjun had to ruin everything? You hated him. He was always so mad, so mumbling, so rude…was it so hard for him to relax at least once? And if it was, who allowed him to ruin everyone’s mood? No one!

The more you thought about it, the more you felt sad. You kept seeing his angry face, and his yells wouldn’t stop resonating in your mind. You brought your knees to your chest, hiding your face in the cloth of your tracksuit…until you heard someone.

A hand rested on your leg, squeezing it. You rose your head, seeing Kyungjun kneeling in front of you.

“Go away” you scoffed

“You need to see something”

“I don’t want to. Leave me alone”

“It’s urgent. Come on” he grabbed your arm, forcing you to follow him to the backyard.

“I swear to God if it’s something stupid…” you weren’t even able to finish the phrase as wonder got your mouth to open wide

“You tell me if that’s something stupid to you” Kyungjun said, carelessly.

You didn’t know what to answer, you were too busy staring at the flowering cherry blossom in front of you…the first of the season.

“When did you find it?” you asked, grabbing the boy’s arm

“Yesterday, during the break”

“Why didn’t you show it to me?!” sadness had already left your body. It took nothing to make you happy, Kyungjun thought, but he was okay with that. He didn’t want to see you crying ever again.

“I wanted to, but I forgot. That’s just a stupid tree after all…” he shrugged his shoulders, hiding a smile

“That’s not! -you started jumping- that’s the first cherry blossom of the season!!” you then exclaimed, taking a bunch of pictures.

“You good now?” he asked, still cold. His facade was hard to fall.

“What do you mean?” you blinked

“Are you okay now? You were crying…”

“Yes, I cried cuz you’re a rude asshole” you crossed your arms, giving him your back.

Kyungjun stepped closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulder:

“I crossed the line…” he talked

For a second you were surprised…was he apologising for the first time in his life?!

“But you got me angry there. Don’t do that again” he scoffed, letting you go with a path on the shoulder.

Of course he wasn’t, not openly, not that time, but you knew his intentions when he showed you that tree:he was aware of the fact that he had fucked up, and was trying to fix things in his own way.

“I did not made you angry…you were born angry” you said, sticking your tongue out.

Kyungjun didn’t reply, he simply put his hands in his pockets and walked away; but, once again, he was smiling behind your back.

[wttcsms]

first of all i just wanna say i love your theme!! its soooo pretty and i screamed when i saw aomine there too

anyways i know its been a while but if you’re still up for it!! i would love to hear about the wip for kaiser 🥺 (no stress at all btw)

wishing you a lovely day <3

im secretly such a knb girlie, i just keep it on the low 🤭 really snuck him in there, didn't i

there are TWO wips for kaiser!!!!

wip ask game!

burnout season features olympic figure skater!reader x kaiser, except the two of you know each other due to the fact that you're both seeing the same physical therapist. i have a few posts alluding to this concept/fic but those were made before i settled on having it abt kaiser hehe. the fic explores the idea of two athletes who have dedicated their whole lives to their respective sports, and when it comes to recovering from a potentially career injury that forces them to take a break from training or else they risk never being able to participate/compete in their sport again, they're left with a lot of time to sit down and just wonder who tf they really are outside of their sport. you're very tough on yourself; nothing is good enough for you. you break a record? you aim to crush that record you just set. you're never satisfied, and you're constantly training and devoting your whole life in pursuit of becoming the best. your injury got to the point it's at due to the fact that you never know when to quit. kaiser's in a bit of the same boat, although when we explore his reasons, i think it's more because soccer for him was his lifeline, his chance at doing the impossible and "making it out", so to speak. so this sport isn't just his life, it quite possibly saved his life. and now he's at a point where he might not even be able to play anymore.

so, the two of you are not only going through it, but you also have abrasive personalities that make it difficult for others to deal with y'all. kaiser is... kaiser. and you're so used to working yourself to the bone, never prioritizing friendships, always focused on training and perfecting your routine, that when you finally have free time, you realize you're all alone.

it is a deeper fic!!! i always am curious at exploring how people will react when the one thing that defines them (for kaiser, soccer; for you, figure skating) suddenly isn't yours anymore. so what's left?? where do you go from here??

the two of you antagonize each other because again, u both have social issues LMAO, but your therapist plays wing woman and suggests that the two of you might like going through your physical therapy sessions together, to "motivate" and "encourage" each other. you two just like to compete.

despite coming from different backgrounds (you've got rich parents and have spent your whole life with private coaches flown in from russia to help train you vs kaiser... being kaiser), no one quite understands the two of you better than each other. it's so special to me because kaiser realizes that you love him for him; not soccer star kaiser, but the wakes-up-in-a-bad-mood/beaten-up-little-boy kaiser. the real kaiser.

and when i was shipwrecked (i thought of you) is this concept haha!!! bit of a diff dynamic since we see a much softer reader in this fic, but also!!! kaiser is in the position where he's the one who can help you out instead of what it was like during his childhood, so exploring that is gonna be so much fun too!!!!! no matter the fic, kaiser isn't outwardly ooey-gooey dripping with affection, but his actions and how he treats you says a lot more than his words 🤭

[newlabournewromantics]

tbgb x panic! at the disco: comprehensive guide

from someone who's been a panic scholar since i was eleven and a tbgb scholar since i was fifteen (i know what im on about)

this is intended to be a positive and helpful informative etc post bc ive been seeing some terrible misinformation online about this specific crossover and I feel the need to correct it

ill list each album bar vlv and then list every song from that album which I believe is tbgb-applicable and newlab-applicable and give a/some particularly relevant lyrics ok lets go

most important ones r in red btw

afycso

only difference: "oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention, I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives"

london beckoned: the whole song?? literally like "slightly clever to just a certain extent" "make us it make us hip make us scene"

time to dance: was hesitant to include bc it is about a book but "give me envy give malice give me your attention" is so them (nothing else though)

i constantly thank god for esteban: "'cause I am a new wave gospel, sharp, and you'll be thy witness"

pretty. odd.

she's a handsome woman: ok to get this one you have to understand my own personal theory that this song is about a gay man coming to terms w his sexuality. trust me it works "wink, just don't put your teeth on me" etc

folkin around "you've never been so divine in accepting your defeat, and i've never been more scared to be alone." top ten panic songs ever btw

vices & virtues

let's kill tonight: "fate will play us out with a song of pure romance"

hurricane: "you and god both got the guns", "oh I'd confess, I'd confess in the room where i'm blessed, but he didn't come and speak to me or put my heart at ease", "fix me or conflict me, I'll take anything"

trade mistakes: "(don't) let me save you, hold this rope then I'll pull you in 'cause I am an anchor sinking.."

special note to say that the calendar isn't on here bc its literally explicitly unequivocally about mikey way and that's just the truth of the matter I can't twist it in my mind to be tbgb

nearly witches: "trembling hands play my heart like a drum but the beat's gotten lost in the show"

stall me: "a dark room in the wallflower garden of the party", "my moods are mercurial but I'm no mercury, don't hold your breath"

oh glory: "build myself a wall of unhappy highs and only my heart knows my head is lying"

I wanna be free: "everything seems to be estranged when you're alone"

turn off the lights: "turn on the charm for me tonight"

twtltrtd

vegas lights: "bored with looking good", "would you change it if you could?"

casual affair: "so the mess that we'll become leaves something to talk about"

far too young to die: don't even fucking want to talk about this one its the best song panic's ever released and its about tony blair and gordon brown can u imagine that full post coming soon xx

death of a bachelor

victorious: "all my friends we're glorious", "I'm like a scarf trick, it's all up the sleeve"

don't threaten me w a good time: ok I don't have any lyrics for this one I just want someone to do a tony blair edit to this song (tp if you're listening I'd support)

golden days: "the decades might've washed it out"

tgtbatd: look it almost has tbgb in the title

house of memories: this ones been tiktokified so im hesitant... "I wish I could believe you'd never ruined me"

pftw

none! crazy......

[lucaswarmhotchocolate]

I'm not gonna lie there is nothing worse in my life than not being able to convey to others how fucking ridiculous my mother is. I wouldn't say she's abusive, but by god do I think she is toeing the fucking line like it's an Olympic sport. if I had my way I don't think I would ever see her again for longer than like. 20 minutes at a time. Her moods swing a million times in one minute, she'll be showing me memes one second and then berating me for not ever doing anything or helping out around the house the next. she is allowed to vent to me whenever she wants and if I can't handle it I'm emotionally manipulative, but if I wanna vent to her then I have to let her "fix" my situation for me or I'm just looking for things to get mad at! she will literally become upset when I'm not "reframing things positively" but if she does the exact same fucking thing that's fine. She is a walking conglomeration of contradictions and is basically the personification of a victim complex. I have never said this before and meant it but by god the more time I spend around her the more I think I actually fucking hate her. It's just been so bad recently I've developed a *fear response* to the sound of doors opening and her regular fucking voice. I'm like actually so fucking sick of living when it's around her. I've fantasized of living on my own since middle school but I've never felt so utterly helpless and trapped in this house before as I do right now. She is constantly threatening to take away various things (wifi and electricity mainly) and I never know if she's actually going to follow through or not. she berates my brother and I so much, tells us how we never help her and she can't deal with us on her own! she needs help! and fuck us if her constant complaining about needing help makes us feel like burdens, she doesn't mean it like that, and then she goes around and reposts gentle parenting memes on her instagram. She will send me neurodivergent positivity posts and then freak out when my severe fucking ADHD prevents me from being a regular daughter who can do a job and school and also clean and take care of her brother and also the cats and also take care of my mom herself because oh no, mom's in burnout! she's struggling so hard! but her struggles are inherently more valid than mine and it's not that bad I can do it! and when I inevitable fail to do everything I'm lazy and I take my mom for granted and i should help more! i need to help more! i need to do everything, be a parent and a friend and a sister but most importantly a daughter, so that my mom can send me silly memes about how every eldest daughter is basically a mini mom! and I need to respect mom but also be comfortable around her and also not jump when she yells or cry when she's mad at me because life is so hard for her and nobody respects her at work and YOURE ACTING JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER and oh my GOD, why are you crying? huh? the neighbors are gonna think someone's trying to fucking kill you or something! you're so ungrateful! you're emotionallymanipulative! you're abusing me! oh my god hey look at this funny cat video lmao, you'll love it

[dorkboy]

I’m in one of my moods again and I feel like it might help to put it down into words instead of it bouncing around my fucking skull, so here.

I’m disabled. I definitely deal with depression and anxiety, but I also suspect I’m autistic and have ADHD. All of this has impacted my ability to work, which is why I’ve never been fully employed and why my living situation is what it is. I constantly feel like I’m stuck, like every time I get somewhere, something comes along and snatches it out of my hands. And it's fucking infuriating! Like, I spent the vast majority of my 20s spinning my wheels and barely being able to get out of bed. I'm more than half way through my 30s and all I've accomplished is a handful of part time jobs that I either left because of the work environment, or was let go from. I was burning out of my last job by the time they let me go, and I don't even know if I have the mental strength to ever work in that field again. The field I, quite literally, have a degree in.

Something's gotta give. I'm tired of being where I am, but every time I feel like something's gonna work out, it fucking flops. I always feel like I'm too disabled to work, but at the same time, I was told by my first therapist that I was too put together to ever be able to get assistance. Add to that the fact that my work history is so fucking sparse that I doubt they'd help me anyway.

I've tried online work. Data entry is a saturated field and most of it doesn't pay anything. I have apd and a shit memory, so transcription isn't an option. Besides, that's both massively oversaturated and pays dogshite. I've signed up for "free" programs that people push for personal assistance positions and those are all a waste of time and energy. Feels like they're peddling the courses they give more than they actually do VA work. Everywhere I look, the options are the same; bullshit, bullshit, and more bullshit. I just wanna move on with my fucking life. I want a car. I want an apartment. I want a dog.

Physical labour is fine until it's more than a couple hours of me on my feet, and then I'm so exhausted after the fact that I have to take the next day or two off to recouperate. Fast food is, as a result, not an option. I can't go back to the place I was, because that's the place I got fired from.

I'm too disabled to work. I'm not disabled enough for help. And I'm tired.

[custom-whats]

This is an entirely unrelated thing, but i had an idea for a “custom” follower forever ago that, if you’d like to hear, i’ve put below! warning: its fucking long and i dont have the time nor energy to make it real beyond thinking it out.

To begin with a few precursor things: i enjoy asshole characters, as we dont often see them as followers and they flesh out the world of the game in a nice way, and i enjoy characters that are relevant to specific plots within the game. If there are personal stakes involved, like serana with her story, it makes it all the more satisfying to look for dialogue and go through to the end of the quest with them.

And i’m also DEEPLY mentally ill about three things: castle Volkihar, moral ambiguity, and a guy named ronthil.

If you’ve never heard of him, i don’t blame you: he’s a vampire bosmer within clan Volkihar that does nothing but serve as a merchant and a speech trainer. His wiki is super fucking small and the unique thing about him is that he’s treated worse than dirt within the clan, making him sleep behind a bookshelf iirc. He’s constantly staying on the good behavior to not get kicked out and making himself available to tasks. ur standard pathetic meow meow, so of course i like him.

Anyway my proposal was to turn Ronthil into a “Serana dialogue add on” styled mod that changed some of his core motivations, re-contextualizing his people pleasing personality, offering players an additional perspective into clan volkihar’s inner workings, provide players who were already vampires a different start to dawnguard (because a vampire hunter approaching a vampire and said vampire going to the vampire hunter’s lair is suicidal stupidity at best), and finally provide a moderate voice for why somebody might wanna be a vampire and stay that way.

so the proposed changes start like this: Whether or not you’re a vampire, you’ll sometimes see a man wandering about at night along the roads. If you’re a human, he basically doesn’t interact with you.

If you’re a vampire, he makes the suggestion that something of value to the both of you has come to his attention recently, and if you were to help him he’d be more than generous with the earnings. Obviously this is an equivalent exchange, as he is considerably ill equipped to take on anything nasty, so you’ll have to do a lot of the heavy lifting as far as fighting goes. If you agree, he leads you straight to Dimhollow crypt and the quest follows as normal. You return Serana home and are given the typical reward offer.

Assuming you accept, you’re given the standard speech and told to get your ass going to redwater den. If you speak to him after (you’ll find him loitering about) he’ll offer to accompany you, off the record of course, if you require him. He will then be available as a follower from that point on

If you’re wondering why a Volkihar vampire is being so charming and so helpful for no good reason, he’s not being; the truth of it is that he’s an intense social climber. He sees that Harkon favors you for the return of his daughter and you’ve already shown off your combat prowess at dimhollow, now with the added bonus that you’ve been given the power of a Vampire Lord. He suspects that rubbing elbows with you in a positive capacity will prove beneficial to him rising up that clan ladder down the line. Though, to be fair, he doesn’t at all suspect that it all leads to Harkon’s death, and you & serana effectively becoming the most powerful ppl at court.

 Still, that’s really all the better for him so long as he can prove useful enough to you to be given a higher position, or at least treated with more dignity.

Ronthil in this version is basically faking all of his niceties, and underneath it all is a calculating little bastard. He wants power and status, typical vampire desires, but wants them for the protection and strength they provide, not necessarily to squash people beneath him (though he’d be tempted were the mood to strike him. I mean, he IS a vampire.) His climb to the position he’s in now, lowly as it is and even with how he’s treated, is still something he fought tooth and nail for, so he’s not willing to risk himself being stupid unless he thinks there’s something better in it for him to be that way.

aaaand i just ran out of creative juice, so thats the general idea i’d cooked up. if you read this far, congrats and also wow i sure hope you like vampires lol.

[astridthevalkyrie]

trauma dump so my dad and i work in the same company right. he sits about twenty feet away from me (yeah it's fantastic i don't wanna jump out the window somtimes at all) but anyways today he comes over to my desk and in english and loud enough that my colleagues could hear he's like "your shower is clogged you need to fix it!" and a. my sisters and i have been telling him this for weeks so the fact that he is acting like he didn't know shows how little he actually listens to us and b. he only knows now bc since her bathroom is being painted my mother took a shower in ours and inconveniences only matter when it's inconveniences for them and c. he could have said this QUIETLY or in URDU and it would be fine but no apparently asking for respect in the workspace is too much to ask for so i told him "can you be a little less condescending about it?" and he got even more peeved and said he wasn't being condescending and was just telling me to clean out the clog (something i didn't even realize i could do like i didn't know i could lift the thing in the shower bc it looks screwed on and he's never told me this before) so i was like "okay whatever" and he walked away and i KNOW at least one of my colleagues overheard bc he joked something like "that sounded serious" so um. and yesterday my mom randomly got pissed at my sister and told me to stop teaching her to blame everything on my mother and i didn't wanna fight so i just said kay and tried to keep the mood positive with my mother because who am i if i'm not playing emotional support eldest daughter all the time and my dad heard the sound of conflict and went into the basement like the bystander and enabler he is!! anyways i have started another keigo fic that will most likely flop as well but idc because i'm having fun writing for him but i'm not having fun at home and i still lack the energy to find a therapist especially bc i know i'd have to pay for it out of pocket and i'd hear it from my parents (SEPARATELY ffs) that they don't think i need therapy but my sister has had trichotillomania for years and they're only now kinda seriously registering her into therapy after being told my several different doctors to do that because she has a fucking ANXIOUS TICK and they just don't see the correlation they don't see why she would have that and my mom keeps calling her crazy as though the woman doesn't have a barrage of mental health issues that she just refuses to address she has a therapist that she chooses not to talk to she takes depression pills she has meltdowns but it's oooover the second anyone else feels an emotion and now (and always) i'm being told that i'm teaching my sister to hate her and disobey her like BABE!!!! you are UNLIKEABLE and there is a reason no one in the house wants to spend time with you!!!! i'm already in this one stupid class that my parents pushed me into that i don't wanna get into but it's so annoying bc it takes up at least two hours aside from my 7:30 to 5 pm shift which if i go into office means i have to catch a 6 am train and be back at like 6:30 pm so i always push myself to stay up as late as i can to get some alone time where i can relax and then i wake up miserable and i push goals for myself to eat healthier and exercise bc i've gained weight even though everyone says i look like i don't eat (i don't) my mom will just randomly make a comment like "i can see your stomach poking out" or some SHIT like that and she's constantly trying to get me to drink her goddamn disgusting homemade mint water that will make my skin clearer and brighter but i like my brown skin and i'm not SELF HATING like some people! and she keeps bugging me to text the lady from this matchmaking service she enrolled me into but i do not WANT to because none of those men will like me because i god forbid put in my bio that i have ideals that i will not budge from and that i am a feminist and i need someone who will respect that i'm allowed to have as much freedom as them and desi men can't stomach that shit so. and my grandma uncle and his two kids are visiting this

(hit the character block limit) weekend and i have to make it into a fun game for my sister to always be around him and interact with everyone bc if me or her try to refill our social batteries in our rooms or interact with EACH OTHER instead of everyone else my mother will think it's the equivalent of stripping naked in front of everyone despite how she embarrasses us every fucking CHANCE she gets especially around her family and my grandma is back to living with us for at least a few months after this which means she'll sleep in my bed which means she'll use my pillows and take up half the bed and every time this happens my CHRONIC BACK PAIN FORGOT ABOUT THAT acts up more than usual so i'm considering sleeping downstairs but i tend to get anxious when i do that i'm just hoping it doesn't happen this time bc i'd rather be depressed as shit instead of anxious and anxiety scares me so bad i get into my own head so easily and i hate taking meds apparently i need vitamin d pills for the rest of my life and taking them makes me feel sick and i don't drink water no matter how hard i try bc the more i drink the more sick i feel and sometimes i go days without drinking water and sometimes i don't eat and sometimes i'm starving but after a single bite i'm full and somehow i'm still gaining weight and i can't expect anyone to care about this constantly because i'm no one's goddamn concern or burden anyways today i'm feeling really introspective and i want to sit with my feelings for a bit but i can't because once i get home (in the train right now) i have to have a one on one meeting with my course instructor and i miss acting but at the same time every time i think of it i think of that horrible incident a few months ago where i agreed to be in the ensemble of wizard of oz and the experience was so bad and the people were so awful and i was the only woc there and they treated me like dirt under their shoe and every time we had a show to put on i felt ill from how miserable i was and now i'm scared all my acting experiences will all be like this and i'm so tired i want to be held and comforted and i want someone to allow me to cry without telling me to cheer up and i want to stop being so nervous every time i meet someone new and i want my skin to be clearer and i want to be healthier and i want my mother to stop abusing me and i want to just sleep in for a whole day and have no one bother me and i want to answer all these asks in my inbox because some are more than a year old and i feel so bad and i go back to school in the fall and i'll be working full time and i can't even say well i guess i had a good break year because i didn't i was working the whole time and i'm almost always around one parent and i want to write without my wrists feeling pain and i want everyone to leave me alone.

[bonny-kookoo]

Can I request a drabble similar to "silver collar" please? Pet reader x member who's their owner. Preferably puppy hybrid reader and Yoongi.

Leave me alone, I am soft now. Architect!Yoongi x Dog Hybrid!Reader AU. I didn't include full on smut in this though (only hints and mentions), dunno if you wanted that- also didn't know if it needed to be Idol!BTS or not. Warning for mild angst.

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While he's busy shaving down the edges of his newest project, you sneeze in the background, making him chuckle before he eventually shuts off the machinery he's working with. "I told you to not sleep there." He reminds you, but you only stretch your legs, lazily yawning where you're laying close to his workspace. He's placed several sleeping spots for you all throughout his workplace here, well aware himself that he's spoiling you- something he'd never openly admit.

You're a bit of a princess in his eyes, both during daily life, and behind closed doors as well, bedroom included.

"You wanna go outside?" He wonders, putting the wooden boards to the side before he looks at you. "Hey, puppy. I've asked you a question." He sternly calls out, snapping you out of your slight daze, eyes now open.

"Can we get food?" You ask instead of properly answering, making him sigh as he takes off his mask and work attire, before he walks over to you.

"If you can behave." He tells you, earning an almost offended pout. "Don't look at me like that. It didn't work this morning and it won't work now."

"It did work this morning though." You tease, tail wagging impishly behind you as you grin up at him, reminding him of the way he'd tried to punish you for an earlier incident, your constant tests of his patience and dominance sometimes leading to moments like the one you're mentioning. Though you'd simply been lucky- he'd been in a particularly generous mood to say the least, granting you your pleasure at the end after all. "People might wonder who the pet really is if they knew how you act when no one's around." You giggle, no shame in your words whatsoever.

Right now, however, this generous mood isn't there any longer.

Yoongi simply hooks a finger into the loop of your collar, pulling you up closer to him as he looks down at you with a gaze that you know means business. It's not angry, it's not mad- it's unreadable, dangerous as he won't show to you what he might have going on inside his mind. "You've been awfully bratty these days." He comments, making you swallow thickly while keeping eye contact.

It's a small rule of his. He hates when you don't look at him.

"Is that collar not enough?" He wonders, voice almost sounding disinterested. "Do I need to gag that mouth of yours to remind you of your place? Or am I just being too nice to you?" He asks, making you shake your head. "No? Funny. I expected that answer." He lets go of your collar, leaving you to sit with a more cowering position at his scolding. "I'll go get food. Alone." He tells you, putting on his jacket-

instantly earning a whine from you, eyes wide open as you stare at him as if he'd just told you he's going to bring you back to a shelter. "That look isn't going to work." He tells you sternly, and you know that he means it this time. "You stay put. Maybe that'll give you some time to think about how you've been acting lately."

Maybe you have been growing too bold these days? Thinking about it, you don't know why you've been acting like this at all. Maybe your pre-heat? But even then, you've never been this overly cocky with your attitude towards him. You don't know why you're constantly this nasty towards him, hell, you don't even feel like yourself these days at all, and you don't know what's the cause of it.

The door closes, leaving you all alone in his workplace, with no idea of when he'd be back at all.

All you do know is that trying to get out yourself, or making any mess would possibly result in further punishment- so you only put his work apron on your little mattress in the furthest corner of the place, before laying down with it in your grasp. Yoongi has never actively punished you like this, so you're completely unsure of how to act.

Thinking about it, he's always been nothing but nice to you.

When the door unexpectantly opens later on, revealing Yoongi with a white plastic bag he sets down on one of the unused tables, you instantly wag your tail, eyes filling with unshed tears while he walks closer, clicking his tongue at the sight. "It's alright." He looks around, making sure you did stay like he'd told you to, before he leans down to properly pull you into his arms. "See? You can be such a good girl. Why the attitude lately?" He wonders. "I hate punishing you, you know that."

"I know." You choke out, holding onto him. "I don't know." You say honestly, truly unsure why you've been acting like this at all.

It actually worries him a little. Your change in character has started randomly, out of the blue. If this had been truly your personality from the start, you wouldn't have waited almost three years to really reveal that to him. He knows you, he takes great pride in that- so something else must be going on that he doesn't know.

"You think there might be something wrong?" He wonders, carefully wording his sentences as he wipes your cheeks free of your tears. "Maybe we should make an appointment, just to check up on things. We haven't been to the doctors for a while." He suggests, and much to his surprise, you nod. "Alright. Let's eat for now though, and then go home."

"Home sounds nice." You say quietly, visibly exhausted. It's another thing he's noticed- another thing he quietly notes down in his head to ask about at a later date.

For now, however, he's got his little princess back- the happy pup he's taken in years prior, and it makes him smile as he watches your excited face at the fact that he'd bought your favorite.

You deserve it, after all.

[someone1348]

cc!Tommy and/or cc!Ranboo headcanons?

FOX THANK YOU! AHH FINALLY I GET TO TALK ABOUT MY FAVORITES! @the-midnight-fox

This might be long, hehe Whoops! :] /gen /pos

This is Lee/Ler Tommy! And Lee/Ler!Ranboo! I hope you all enjoyy! :]

Lee!Tommy:

-Now I can talk about Tommy alll day so be warned for another time that this might be long but AH!

-Our precious sunshine is literally the best!

-I headcannon personally (and it's been confirmed) that he has extremely ticklish sides! And man do I just wanna squeeze them and watch him jump and giggle and try to move away it's ahh!

-there are pictures with his side just barely peeking through his shirt because it was risen up a bit and omg it's the best! (I hope this doesn't sound weird lol!)

-anyway! With that I think that when he is in a lee mood he will do certain things like that, making sure his shirt rises up a bit or get in positions or places that are just so obvious that he wants tickles

-But we all know Tommy and if that isn't working he will and has 1000% initiated tickle fights just for the revenge part/to get tickled

-He's never ever going to ask unless it's the last case scenario or his ler says he has to but otherwise he's pulling out all the stops, he is a man on a mission and dangit he's getting tickled no matter what it takes!

-And you better watch out lers if a ler doesn't give him tickles he will pull out his best puppy dog eyes without a second thought (this has worked on Wilbur and Tubbo many times!) Those baby blues do not mess around!

-I feel like other than having ticklish sides he absolutely has a ticklish stomach and just torso in general! But I also feel if you were to pinch his upper thighs, like right above the knee he's jumping for sure but his main spot is his sides!

-He's weakness is anticipation for sure! He's a very energetic man, he is constantly going, he knows what he wants and he can't stand waiting it will be so bad for him! (Wilbur has absolutely used this to his advantage so many times)

-He's got different types of laughs/giggles when he's tickled and it is just the most adorable thing ever!

-He's just here to have a good time and who am I or any ler for that matter to deprive him of that! /p /pos /lh

Ler!Tommy:

-Do not underestimate Tommy when he's in a Ler mood/Ler

-Not only does this man adapt his tickle style to fit his Lee or whoever he's tickling but he can do it all!

-He's used to being the Lee so he's been tickled by many different people with many different styles and he has observed those same people being tickled by others so through experience this man knows everything and he will figure out what gets to you most and absolutely adjust accordingly he is not to be messed with /pos

-Tommy's personality changes when he's Ler and he's much more confident if that makes sense and will tease whenever he feels like it

-Ler Tommy likes vocal teases the most, he's very theatrical and plus with the lore streams he knows how to change his voice and make it as teasy as possible, and again will adapt! He loves the lower tone drawn out sentences but if baby talk gets you the most he will absolutely focus on that!

-For example how Tubbo's weakness is compliments you know for a fact that's exactly what Tommy's going to do! (Story about that coming soon! 👀)

-Tommy just wants to make whoever is in his tickly grasp the happiest

-He has stated before that Laughter is his favorite and especially if he's the one making them laugh its fulfilling to him it makes him happy making others happy and that just is so adorable (and ler!) Like it's perfect! That's exactly his vibe!

-Will absolutely use tickles as a way to get someone to sleep if they are up to late

-He lowkey likes when he's provoked because to him that means that this specific person chose him to tickle them he feels honored regardless but being provoked, most of the time means that they are too shy/to deep in a lee mood to say it but still chose him, it's a honor type thing, he's normally lee that's why (I hope that made sense! Haha)

-He takes pride in tickling someone it makes him happy and of course anything to keep our beloved sunshine happy!

-I love him so freaking much ahhh!

*Drum rolllll*

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It's Ranboo Time! :]

Lee!Ranboo:

-Tall Lee Tall Lee Tall Lee!

-Me and you fox @the-midnight-fox already talked about Tall Lee's but yeah! AH!

-With Tall Lee's like our beloved Ranboo here They've really got no where to run, if you skitter along their torso from behind, where is he gonna go? No where he's gonna twist until he eventually reaches the floor giving the ler even more access to his tickle spots

-Thanks to Tommy and Tubbo we've got some idea of his tickle spots but this man is a squirmer, he will smack your hand, he's not afraid! /hj /lh /pos

-He's very vocal when tickled so he'll absolutely try to provoke his ler while he's getting wrecked like "Is that tHehe! beHEHEST! YOu'Ve! GOHOHOT- NOHOHOHO WAIHIHIHIT!" Stuff like that, ect.

-He's not too used to being lee, I headcannon and I think Fizz does as well @fizzthelee that Ran is a huge Ler-Leaning switch but when he does Lee I feel like this is what it's like

-He 1000% will make all different kinds of sounds with different spots! This is Ranboo we are talking about here, the same man that says Wahoo like mario when he's scared

-He's so adorable though please give this man some compliments if you ever tickle him he deserves it! He needs to know how loved he is!

-He loves soft tickles, I feel it in my soul, and bless his heart he does his best to ask for them! You're doing great sweetie!

-He's very fun as a lee but he prefers the ler role

Which brings me tooo!

Ler!Ranboo:

-TALL LER TALL LER TALLL LER!

-Guys he's too good at being Ler I don't understand how!?! He's got powers I tell you! /hj /lh /pos

-Tall Ler's have so much advantage! Longer arms that can reach more tickle spots or even, which this is unfair /j /lh, they can literally just lift you into the air and tickle you like that, what can you do then, nothing! /pos But hey who's complaining lol! Yeah he does all of that!

-He's really good at vocal teases too! Like have you heard him!?! Amazing!

-He enjoys most the fun/playful aspect of tickling someone but he will absolutely adapt as well if necessary! He doesn't mind anything as long as his Lee is comfortable and having fun!

-But man does he really get into the tickle monster role!

-By fun and playful the moment I was thinking about was when Tubbo pretend to faint and Ranboo "Checked his pulse" and tickled his neck

-He's a comedy man he will absolutely incorporate that into his tickles

-He likes pointing obvious things out when he's tickling someone to get them even more giggly stuff like "Wow look how that blush just spread to your ears, all because of my teasing hmm?" Or "Aww look at how ticklish this spot is! So adorable"

-He's sassy too of course so he will absolutely use that to his advantage to both get someone into a lee mood or during tickles (Wilbur's "You gave me the giggles" comment is a perfect example of this)

-"I'm gonna getcha'"

-Hands!!

-He would absolutely send you a picture like the one above with a text under it saying like "Watch out the tickle monster is on his way" or "You really thought I wouldn't notice, be prepared for when I see you next time giggles"

-He's favorite target's are Tubbo and Aimsey but Bill is a close third!

-He just loves seeing his friends happy and if it's tickles they want ohoho it is tickles they sha'll get!

-We stan ranboo! Honestly I could say more but my brain is drawing blanks currently! That's on me! :]

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Regardless I hope you all enjoyedd im so sorry for the delay! The rest will be done tommrow I promise! :]

-K :]

[mindofharry]

Stepdadrry pleaseeeee ❤️❤️❤️❤️

A small little angsty blurb of harry having to deal with a moody child for the first time! enjoy!

Being a dad is something harry has always wanted.

It’s something he’s dreamt about. So when he met you, it was like fate. You two had met at a museum, Y/N was doing the tours and harry was new to town. Harry had been looking for a home for quite a long time and finally found a good one. The only downside was it was in a small village — or maybe it was good. When Harry first moved, he realised everyone in the village knew everyone. So when Harry permanently moved in, he was the talk of the town.

It died down after a few weeks, but he felt like a proper celebrity.

After finding a job in a local café, Harry went exploring and came across Y/N’s small museum. It was nothing fancy, but it looked like the town came together and put this museum up with historical facts about the village. It was something super special, and harry was glad he got to be apart of this.

When he first saw Y/N, his heart practically burst out of his chest. Harry bit his lip and his eyes widened as she turned around from behind the desk. Her long hair was in neat braids, and she was wearing this beautiful yellow sun dress. Y/N had paint on her hands and arms and a flower tucked behind her ear. There was one word to describe Y/N and that word was; perfect.

“Are you new to town? I haven’t seen you around before” Y/N asked with a big smile, maybe because she was so excited a new person was here or because he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.

“Yeah, I moved here two weeks ago. You’re the first person to have an actual conversation with me” Harry said leaning against the wall. Y/N shook her head and took the flower out of her hair placing it on his harry coat pocket.

“Well, aren’t you lucky?”

And Harry was.

After asking her on a date he knew she was the one. Y/N is kind, selfless and so funny. He found is other match. On the third date, Y/N seemed nervous. Like she was itching to tell him something. Harry then started to get anxious, thinking this is it, this is the time she breaks up with me. So the night was tense, everyone felt it. When dinner was over, Harry drove you back to his and opened up a bottle of wine trying to ease the tension a little.

“I… I have to tell you something” Y/N said and put the glass of wine on the table. Harry nodded his head and took a deep breath in, preparing himself for the worst.

“I have a kid”

A kid?

Harry started to laugh.

“Baby, that’s what you were so afraid to tell me?” He giggled and Y/N nodded looking down at her feet. Harry sighed and placed his wine on the table, then lifting Y/N into his lap placing both of his hands on her cheeks.

“I do not care if you have children, Y/N. I like you and whatever comes with you. Tell me about them”

Y/N’s child is a boy, River, fours year old and a total sweetheart. He’s so smart and has the best manners. His dad is still in the picture, but he works a lot so he doesn’t get to see River as much as he’d like to. But there’s no bad blood between Y/N and River’s dad, the relationship just didn’t work out. But Y/N’s glad she’s gotten a second chance, because she’s found her soulmate. Some people aren’t ready to take on that role, and she’d never put anyone in that position unless they 110% ready for it. She knows River will absolutely love Harry.

Harry knew about River now, it was like a weight had lifted off of Y/N’s chest and she could fully relax now.

She wanted Harry to meet River as soon as possible, but she needed to wait it out a bit just in case something were to happen. She doesn’t want to introduce them and only for her and Harry to break up in a couple of weeks. It would be too confusing for everyone, so Harry and River didn’t meet until two months after Harry and Y/N made it official. Y/N had been dropping hints for those months, and River seems to like his dad’s girlfriend, so she thought now was the right time to do it.

“Hi buddy! I’m Harry” Harry introduced himself, giving River the teddy bear he picked up on the way here. Y/N smiled to herself as River hugged Harry. That surprised Harry a bit, but he quickly reciprocated the warm hug with a huge grin.

“You and mumma are together like daddy and Sandra?” River asked and Harry looked up to Y/N, she nodded.

“Yeah, we are together. Is that alright with you?”

River smiled and nodded, “Only if you watch Toy story with me.”

As time went on, River got more comfortable with Harry and vice versa. He didn’t call him dad or anything, nobody would force him to. But they do have special nicknames for each other and River once called Harry his best friend — which totally melted Y/N’s heart.

Harry is a such a great step dad. Y/N could ask for anyone better. He constantly supports Y/N and River in everything, and is just the best person to be around.

Harry and Y/N got married two years into their relationship when River turned six.

It’s been a tough year for River, since he just started school and is finding it hard to make friends. Y/N has talked to the school and they’ve said that this is very normal, and they’re going to encourage him and look after him every step of the way. Y/N has been looking for play therapists for days, but she’s still not sure on the idea.

But River has been acting out. Taking it out on Y/N and not being very nice to her. Harry hates it, he’s tried to tell him off in the nicest way possible, but he’s just not cut out for being bad cop. Usually Y/N says she can handle it, and she does.

But today was different.

After dropping River off at school Y/N and Harry decided to go out for brunch. Y/N hasn’t been herself with River in a mood, so Harry wanted to treat his wife to something nice. Something to cheer her up a little.

“Nice to see you smiling,” Harry said kissing her temple.

“Just worried about him. He’s never been like this before.”

“How about I talk to him? Tell him his behaviour is unacceptable. I hate seeing you so upset, baby.” Harry said and Y/N sighed pecking his lips.

“His dad is away on a work thing, so I guess me and you and can talk to him together? I just don’t want him to think this behaviour is ok, but I just wish his dad was here more often” Y/N stressed, Harry pulled her chair closer to his, placing both of his hands on her cheeks calming her slightly.

“We’ll talk to him after dinner. Together.”

And so dinner finally came and Harry was a little nervous, he’s not going to lie. Usually if Rivers being bold Y/N handles it, but he’s not usually like this — but they get it, going to big school is a huge change. River just needs to know his behaviour is not acceptable, but if he ever needs to talk about anything then they’ll be here.

“River, Harry and I need to talk to you.” Y/N said as River tried to disappear up to his room.

River shrugged and continued to walking.

“Buddy, your mums talking to you” Harry said placing a hand on Y/N’s hand. River pouted, but still stood in his spot. “Why don’t you come back over and sit with us?” Harry said and River shook his head. Y/N sighed placing a hand on her forehead, blinking away the tears.

“Fine, we’ll do this here then.”

“There’s something going on with you and we want to help. Your behaviour has been unacceptable the last couple of weeks. We just want to know what’s going on, ok? Mummy and Harry are here to help.”

River groaned and walked towards the table. “I don’t want to talk.” He said and Y/N nodded.

“That’s ok. You don’t have to talk to us right now. But you need to know that you can’t be cheeky with us like that anymore. It’s upsetting, River. If it keeps going on, they’ll be punishments and you don’t like them do you?” Y/N said trying to reason with him.

River was having absolutely none of this. Harry could tell. He didn’t want to get in the middle of Y/N’s parenting, but he didn’t want them to fight or end up saying something they’d regret.

“Riv, we just want to help-“

“Stop talking to me, you’re not even my real dad. You’ll be out of here in no time” River yelled, running out of the room.

It was quiet and Harry let out a little laugh, Y/N placed a hand on his and started to profusely apologise.

“I’m so sorry, Harry. I don’t know what’s gotten into him, you were just trying to help I get that. I’m so sorry”

Harry shook his head and sighed, “He’s right, i’m not his real dad. Was just trying to deescalate the situation. Bad move on my part” Harry said throwing the napkin on his plate.

“No, this is not on you. You did the same exact thing I would’ve.”

Y/N went to move, but harry put his hand in the air. “He’s angry, let’s just leave him for a bit. Let him calm down, then i’ll go talk to him.”

“You’re a good dad, Harry.” Y/N said kissing his forehead before bringing the plates over to the sink.

Harry let River calm down for about 30 minutes and then made Y/N a cup of tea. He didn’t like her being so anxious. After that, he made his way upstairs to Rivers room. The door had a note on it saying “Harry and mummy keep out”. He laughed to himself, before knocking on the door. There was a small grumble, so harry let himself in and leaned against the door frame. River was playing with his toys like nothing happened.

“Wanna play with me Harry?” River asked passing him a toy.

Harry sighed and sat down next to River.

“You know what you said really hurt my feelings?” Harry said and River pouted.

“And you’re behaviour has really upset mummy. Made her cry.” Harry said and River put down his car toy. “Just don’t like the school. Makes me nervous.” River said and Harry nodded placing the boy in his lap.

“And why does it make you nervous?”

“Because no one wants to be my friend, Harry.”

Harry sighed and kissed Rivers head.

“You know, me and mummy are going to go up to the school and yell so loud at the teachers” Harry joked and River giggled into harry’s chest.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry i said you’re not my real dad. You are my dad.” River said and Harrys eyes filled up with tears.

“I love you, River”

“Love you too”

“Now let’s go give mumma a kiss before she gets jealous.”

[stay-outta-my-blood-circle]

Excuse me- May I please ask for a poly Thomas and Vincent headcanons?... how you write them is just so- 🥺❤️💕👌😤😫

VERY ADORABLE ❣️ Thank you!

Sorry this took a million years, I've been working on it a bit at a time xD I used the same format as my poly!chromespann headcanons.

With Thomas, you feel so…

Delicate – no matter what kind of frame you have, he’ll treat you like something precious he’s afraid of breaking. He knows how rough and strong his hands are, and he’s constantly anxious about accidentally hurting someone important to him (laughably, this extends to Vincent too – watching him treat the other man, who is quite strong and sturdy in his own right, like he’s made of porcelain is something to behold).

Safe – he may be worried he’s going to harm you, but you certainly aren’t. You know he’d never hurt you, and what’s more – he’d never let anyone else hurt you either. Strangers lurking around the neighborhood? So what. Things going bump in the night? You don’t even wake up. It’s impossible to be frightened when you’re beside such a big, protective bear of a man.

Cherished – you’re so, so precious to him; it’s obvious in the way he looks at you, the way he touches you, the little notes he leaves for you, the things he does around the house - every interaction with him is drowning in tender affection. He’d do anything for you, you’re sure. He feels so lucky and grateful to have you, and he tries to demonstrate that as often as he can.

With Vincent, you’ve never been so…

Accepted - you can be yourself around him, completely without judgment. Rarely have you been so comfortable in your own skin. It's important to him that you feel able to be completely open with him, and he has succeeded in that.

Revered - you're his muse, his light in the darkness, the altar at which he worships through burnt (sculpted?) offering. Sometimes you get vertigo from how high on a pedestal he's placed you, but it seems impossible for you to fall off - he knows you're not perfect, he just holds you in high esteem despite your imperfections.

Understood - it's almost unnerving how accurately he can guess, without a word from you, what you're thinking or how you're feeling. It's as if he's memorized every subtle expression or movement you make. He's also good at knowing what you need - whether that's space, or comfort, or distraction.

All together now!

They have a great dynamic on their own, but you're the icing on the cake. Both men enjoy nurturing and being nurtured equally; in this relationship, you all take care of each other.

It's a quiet, peaceful household. Lazy weekend mornings cuddling in bed, low-key evenings making dinner together, board game nights. If you like cozy familiarity, this is the relationship for you.

Thomas' love language is acts of service, which tends to manifest in househusbandy ways; he does chores (he's used to those anyway), he cooks, he fixes things around the house. It makes him happy to provide for the two of you in that way.

Vincent's love language is quality time; if he's not engrossed in his work, he's hanging out with one or both of you - whether that involves watching a movie, working on a project together, or just keeping you company while you fold towels or something.

NSFW below the cut

Oh boy, these two are a treat.

What are you in the mood for? Slow and sensual or fast and rough? Top or bottom? Kinks you wanna try? They'll happily grant any wish you may have. They're very well-rounded and flexible.

One thing is for sure: you'll be extremely well taken care of - before, during, and after. They endeavor to make you feel special at all times, so it's no surprise they dote on you in bed too.

It's like they can read each others' minds; they pass you back and forth and maneuver you into position for one another with zero apparent communication.

Usually it's all three of you at once (hands everywhere), but sometimes they like to take turns watching you with the other one.

Thomas has the higher sex drive and often instigates. Most of your one-on-one sessions are with him.

Vincent is kinkier. Restraint, temperature play (with or without wax), you name it. Thomas is a simple man and would be perfectly happy with just the basics, but he enjoys the extra stuff too.

Vincent lasts longer, but Thomas can go more rounds. You're going to end up exhausted for sure. :) enjoy!

[moonarchvs]

Grocery shopping

summary- After finding an empty fridge at night and having no food for dinner, you and Tom decide to go for some grocery shopping.

warnings- allusions to smut, established relationship, FLUFF GALORE, Tom manipulates reader into buying a candy bar

author speaks- So, I was suffering from a writer's block yesterday and I was scrolling through pintrest to like get some inspiration and this pin just gave me an idea and here we are! But fair warning, I watched nwh today and I have a LOT of fic ideas so......be ready guys

Word Count- 1.4k

"Babe!"

With your pinky in your mouth and your eyes roaming over the open fridge, you called for Tom who was busy playing his new PS5 on the living room couch.

When you received no response you looked back to see his tongue poking out from his lips and his eyes focused on the screen as he constantly muttered something incoherent to you into his headset.

You huffed, annoyed and made your way towards him. You tapped his shoulder and he didn't even look at you. You gave him a look of disbelief as he egged on his fellow teammates over the headset, paying you no heed.

"Tom, babe, honey, sweetheart, darling, love?" You kept repeating and tapping his shoulder but to no avail as he raised a finger in the air and mouthed 'one sec' to you.

But you were done with his ignorance, so you grabbed the remote, turned off the TV and snatched his remote control from his hand.

Within a second his eyes were on you with his jaw dropped at the sudden switching off of the TV. His lips formed into a pout and he pulled you into his lap. With a yelp you threw your hands over his shoulders to steady yourself.

"Darling, you know I was playing that." He said in a low whisper.

"Don't darling me right now, I have been calling you for the past 20 minutes." You retorted.

"Okay, now you're exaggerating." He shot back.

"Thomas." You said, in a warning tone, with a glare.

"Sorry." He said immediately, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

You hummed at his submission and said, "You know how we were planning to make mac and cheese tonight?"

He hummed for you to continue as he played with your hair. "Well we ran out of milk. And cheddar. And macaroni. In fact, the whole fridge is empty." You completed with a defeated sigh.

"Really?! What about the pantry?" He suggested, now holding your hand and rubbing circles on your knuckles with his thumb.

"Tom, who are you kidding, we never keep anything in the pantry." You deadpanned.

"Good point." He agreed as you leaned ahead and placed your head on his chest and his other hand cradled your head, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

You two sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments when you heard him suggest, "You want pizza?"

You shook your head "We had to work on our cooking skills, remember?" You reminded him and he sighed in defeat.

"Well then what do we do?" He asked, bending his neck to look at you as you craned your own to meet his gaze when an idea struck you.

"You wanna go grocery shopping?" You offered but Tom immediately shook his head violently making you pull away and look at him.

"Why?"

"I'm in no mood to deal with fans right now, I'm too tired." He whined, pulling you back into your previous position.

"Oh c'mon love, Mr. Shelby knows you live here, he practically helped us move in remember." You said, referring to the owner of the departmental store which was walking distance away. "Besides, it's like 11pm, no one buys groceries at 11pm." You reasoned.

Tom looked at you, reluctance and hesitation clear in his eyes and now it was your turn to pout making Tom groan and peck your lips as he lifted you bridal style, 

"Those lips will be the death of me."

10 minutes later you two were walking into the empty store and despite your protests or reasoning, Tom still wore an oversized sweatshirt with the hood on to be safe.

You grabbed a cart from the entrance and moved to the aisle where the cereals were placed. 

"We even ran out of cereal?" Tom questioned.

"Well if someone did not insist on eating two bowls every single day we would not be in this position." You retorted, making him turn beat red.

Then you grabbed the biggest Lucky Charms pack you could get your hands on but just as you put in the cart you saw a captain crunch pack already lying there with smirking Tom holding the cart.

"You picked last time, it's my turn now." You said pulling the captain crunch out of it and placing the lucky charms instead.

"Because they are superior. Duh." Tom shot back, snatching the captain crunch and placing it back and taking out the lucky charms.

You and Tom were having a stare down as you constantly picked and kept the cereal packs back and forth, neither of you willing to back down.

Just as you both slammed the packs of choice together in the cart, Mr. Shelby, the owner came into view, "Sir, mam, can you please turn it down, we're getting complaints from the other shops." He said in a monotone voice, making heat rush to both of your cheeks.

You looked at him with narrowed eyes and outstretched your hand, "Two of both?"

"Two of both."

Next you went on to get 3 cartons of milk, cheese slices and other dairy products. Then you were moving onto the vegetable section when you noticed Tom wasn't beside or behind you. You looked around and saw him longingly gazing at something.

With eyebrows knitted in confusion and face scrunched up in irritation you went after him and sighed at his childish behavior when you realised he was watching the candy aisle.

He noticed you beside him and grabbed a hershey's bar and looked at you hopefully, "I want this candy bar."

"No."

"It's been so long-"

"No, Thomas." You snatched it from his hand and kept it back.

"You're supposed to be on a diet, remember?" You said trying to pull him but he stayed grounded on the spot.

"You can't spell diet with D I E." He reasoned and you just gave him a blank face but then his eyes lit up and you knew he was up to something.

"Sweetheart," He started, voice low as he circled you slowly making your heart race.

"Remember when we made the chocolate ganache?" He questioned and your eyes widened making him smirk. You distinctly remembered the last time you two prepared ganache in the lockdown for your birthday cake. Sam had sent you the recipe and you and Tom spent hours preparing the perfect one.

You remembered how the night had proceeded, first it was just two amateur cooks trying to make some chocolate ganache but soon it started into a food fight and then Tom had done something which took your breath away. Literally. 

During this food fight, a lot of melted chocolate was spilled on both of you, just as you two calmed down and collapsed on the couch, after cleaning up the kitchen. Tom noticed some on your neck and had a bright idea.

He crawled over to you and straddled your hips and you looked at him with a smirk and an eyebrow raised. Wordlessly, the brunette leaned and sucked it off your neck making you grab the back of his neck.

He pulled away but you found the action so arousing, that you grabbed him by the collar and had pulled him into a heated kiss.

And then one thing led to another and let's just say, you could not walk properly for a few days.

Your eyes looked back at Tom who's chin now rested on your shoulder as he looked at you expectantly.

"F-fine but just 2 bars." You stuttered and Tom's features were taken over by a triumphant smirk.

"Atta girl." He whispered, slightly nibbling on your ear and releasing you immediately after. His antics made you shudder as your heart raced in your chest.

You shook your head and moved onto the vegetable and fruit aisle. You grabbed some potatoes, tomatoes, cauliflower and apples, oranges, and pomegranates.

"Babe! Look!"

You looked up to see your boyfriend standing with an acorn in his hand and an excited smile on his lips.

"What's up?" You asked.

"It's a-corn." He said And laughed bashfully right after.

You gave him a blank face and a silent apology to Mr. Shelby who watched the scene play out, cringing at the horrible pun.

Now that you were done with your grocery shopping you got your stuff to be billed.

"And that would be 48 dollars." The cashier announced.

Tom started to pat his pockets. Once he had checked all his pockets, his eyes widened and he looked at you nervously. You caught his nervous look and immediately understood.

"Tom, you brought your wallet right?"

[kj-1130]

angst with a happy ending for jessie fleming?

I’m Trying, I Really Am

jessie fleming x reader

warnings: sadness

a/n: better late than never right???

Main Masterlist

     When you heard the whistle, the burning in your eyes intensified as you tried to hold your tears back. With your hands on your hip, you tucked your chin into your shoulders and bit your lip. You didn’t want to break down in front of all these people and you sure as hell didn’t want cameras on you either. 

     You couldn’t even bring yourself to move as you got lost in your head. You thought of every missed opportunity and how you played over all. With your train of thoughts, it wasn’t long until you came to the conclusion that Vlatko wouldn’t even want you on the team anymore. This could be your last time playing on the national team. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t true but bad moods come with even worse thoughts. 

     For some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to walk off the field. You just stared as the Canadian team celebrated their win. That could’ve been you if you had worked harder. 

     After some time, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You immediately shrugged it off, not wanting to be touched. Glancing over, you saw Jessie’s hurt expression causing you to relax your tense shoulders a bit.

     You plopped down on the ground, legs criss cross. The midfielder dropped down in front of you, copying your position. Stuffing your head in your hands, you let the tears go. You wanted to be happy for Jessie--you really did. But you didn’t think you could right now. This stung and it stung badly. 

     Before you knew it, she was pulling you into her arms. Automatically, you were tucking your face in her neck and wrapping your arms around whatever you could reach. 

     “I’m sorry,” you choked out as soft cries overtook your body. 

     “No, don’t apologize,” she started, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “It’s okay. I promise you it is.” 

     You didn’t know how long the two of you sat there like that. She was constantly pressing kisses all over your face and whispering words of reassurement. 

     “I’m really happy for you,” you whispered. “You’re gonna kick ass.” 

     Chuckling, Jessie held you tighter. 

     “Thank you,” she replied, pulling you back so she could cup your cheeks. She rubs her thumb over them, wiping away the remnants of leftover tears. “Are you alright?” 

     You nodded, staring into her eyes and leaning closer. 

     “I wanna kiss you.” Seeing her wide eyes, you start to backtrack. “If that’s okay, you don’t have-” 

     “No,” she shakes her head. “That’s not...are you sure?” 

     Instead of replying, you simply pressed your lips to hers in a quick but lingering peck. 

     Jessie’s face grew a large smile and she leaned forward, giving you a much better quality kiss in your opinion. 

     “I love you,” she whispered.       “I love you, too.”

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