#oh yeah so quick rundown:

[laplacesdevil]

AND that's the end of aro week icons for me!!! Ending with my still-in-progress fnaf au :3 literally all the aro chars in there are my fave. and jack. (/lh)

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

JoJo Siwa doesn’t deserve all the hate (and homophobia) she’s getting for her style and music; but she does deserve scrutiny for defending Colleen Ballinger and being both active and complicit in abuse that happened on her TV show. Like the girl has been under the public eye in unhealthy environments all her life; cut her some slack — not too much; she’s still a responsible adult — but if you’re going to dogpile her, then at least dogpile her for the right reasons. Jesus Fucking Christ.

[thebleedingeffect]

Okay so I've been thinking on Time's backstory for hyrules curse and I think I have a good concept so far!

Basically, Time goes through the events of ocarina of time and majoras mask and decides to come back to hyrule after processing the loss and alienation he feels. It takes a bit of time, but eventually Time is able to manage and understand his trauma a bit better and one of the most important things he learns is in the face of complete devastation, it's love that makes up for all the grief.

So Time decides to go back to hyrule but on the way he decides to go to kokori forest and has a final heart to heart with Saria, in which she finally convinces him to go back to Zelda, or Sheik, as he tells her. The forest will always love and accept him as one of their own, but his life extends far beyond the forest's edge and she could never forgive herself if she used Time's own grief to trap him here. Time leaves the forest, but this time it's more of an actual goodbye to Saria and the kokori as a whole, one that gives him the closure that he desperately needed.

This is where the plot for hyrules curse comes in! Time returns to hyrule and to Sheik, as well as Impa, and it's there that they have a big emotional conversation. Basically it amounts to the fact that they see each other as family and don't want to lose the other, and that they've both been avoiding a lot of stuff. Sheik blames himself for his own perceived actions, having dragged Time into everything when it was widely out of his control. As well as the fact that when he did bring them back to the past, it didn't seem to help anything, if anything Time seemed so much worst and ran off to the wilderness. Sheik blames himself heavily for this and doesn't quite believe or trust himself to be Time's family.

Time, with the events of majoras mask in the forefront of his mind, tells Sheik that he doesn't blame him and doesn't regret meeting him. Fate might've had a cruel hand in their meeting, but he doesn't regret meeting Sheik, in fact it was that companionship that made their trials just a bit easier. The first few threads of family between Sheik and Time begin here, starting with an understanding and forgiveness. Time decides to stay with Sheik in hyrule and Impa already knows of Time's true identity, he shares the same blood as Sheik, siblings all the way through the flesh, and holds the crown as the prince of hyrule by Sheik's side.

Hyrule has a prince and princess, which it doesn't take long for the king to discover his own long lost son.

Here's the issue, the aftermath of the hyrulean war, Ganondorf's treachery, and the loss of the queen has left the king a paranoid, untrusting man. A large part of his time on the throne has been during wartime and as such he just does not believe Impa when she tells him he has a son. It gets even worse as this just triggers the king's increasingly violent paranoia, eventually turning even on Sheik and that her damn visions will lead the kingdom to ruin. The king is so far gone that even though Sheik has already helped with Ganondorf, he does not believe Sheik and just thinks that he's been corrupted by that boy.

Eventually, tensions rise to such a critical point that Impa is forced to kill the king and help both Sheik and Time escape to Kakariko Village where they'll be protected by fellow sheikah. This conflict results in a civil war, one side is with the fallen king of hyrule and still holds onto the coattails of the hyrulean war. The other side is with the sheikah and the hidden prince and princess of hyrule, that they hold the rightful place of the kingdom and show actual allegiance and respect to the gerudo, zora, gorons, and sheikah.

The sheikah of this time have completely sworn off allegiance to the king after the hyrulean war and the king's subsequent assassination, instead choosing to follow Impa as their chief. Impa, as the head Sheikah chief, announces that their loyalty will lie solely on the princess and prince of hyrule and they are to be protected as such.

The conflict of this time surrounds hyrule as a whole in the depths of a civil war. One on side, the hylians within hyrules capital who sided with the king and the hyrulean war, and on the other, the sheikah, zora, gorons, and gerudo.

It must be noted though, the gerudo are actually the sheikah's closest allies and outright pledged their support of Time and Sheik over the current state of hyrule. There's plenty of stuff to be said of what happened exactly during the hyrulean war between the sheikah and gerudo, but! Here the gerudo actively work with the sheikah and are making attempts to sway the zora and gorons fully against hyrule castle.

[arolesbianism]

Ohhhh no it just occured to me that Im probably gonna be seeing a unbearable hoard of bad aro hcs in the dst tag this month huh. Uhhhh gentle reminder that just because Wx used to be human doesn't make hcing them as aro risk free pls be careful with that. Aro ppl who hc them as aro ur fine keep up the good work 👍

[alisonsfics]

lovers to exes, to lovers? part one

pairing: ex!tyler owens x ex!reader

summary: who ever heard of exes being civil after a breakup? not you and tyler. which makes it interesting when you both end up in the same town.

word count: 2.7k

part 2

You were abruptly woken up by Javi shaking your leg. You squinted as your eyes adjusted to the light. “We’re here,” he told you, before getting out of the truck.

Along with Javi and the rest of his team, you were chasing a string of storms in Oklahoma. You were Javi’s second-in-command. You had graduated top of your class, so you were the brains behind the operation.

The team had to drive to Oklahoma straight from a meeting in California, so you had crawled into the back seat for a quick nap.

You sat up and stretched your arms. Out the windows, you saw a rundown motel and storm chasers camped out.

You climbed out of the truck to stretch your legs after the long drive. You ran your fingers through your now-messy hair. You smoothed it out and pulled it up into a high ponytail. You met Javi at the back of the truck, where he was checking on the equipment. “Thank you for driving.” You mumbled, sleepily. He chuckled at how you were struggling to keep your eyes open. “I always drive, but you’re welcome.” He told you.

All of a sudden, you heard a blaring radio down the road. Everyone turned to look and saw a dirty truck and a camper van pull into the parking lot.

“Somebody’s overcompensating,” you muttered grumpily, earning a laugh from Javi. You turned your attention back to your laptop.

There was a commotion as the truck stopped in the parking lot. As cheers erupted, you glanced over your shoulder to see what the fuss was about.

The last thing you expected to see was Tyler Owens, your ex-boyfriend, tipping his cowboy hat to an adoring crowd.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” You complained, crossing your arms. Javi looked up to see what you were looking at. “Oh, isn’t that the Tyler Owens guy? He’s always seemed a little cocky to me.” Javi said.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, hoping you’d wake up and it would be a dream. “Yeah, it is. But, it’s also Tyler Owens, my ex-boyfriend.” You added. Javi’s attention completely abandoned the data he was reading. His mouth hung slightly open.

“I’m sorry, wait. You and Tyler Owens dated? And you’ve never told me this?” He asked, in shock. You slowly nodded your head. “We all mistakes, and oh look, mine is walking this way.” You said, rolling your eyes.

Tyler couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He hadn’t seen you in person since you both broke up. He didn’t know if he should feel as excited to see you as he did. He wasn’t hoping for a heartfelt reunion by any means, but you always knew how to push his buttons.

You and Tyler butted heads really well. That spark and chemistry is why you started dating in the first place. There was a certain passion to the way you both would bicker with each other.

But, it also ended up being why you both broke up. Because you both were too young, too immature, and also too competitive for your own good.

“I didn’t know you were chasing in Oklahoma?” You asked, crossing your arms as Tyler walked up to you. He rested his hands on his hips and took all of you in. “You not happy to see me?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Oh, absolutely thrilled. I can’t wait for you to copy my work and then take all the credit, just like you did in college.” You said, giving him a sarcastic smile. Tyler took another step towards you.

Javi was starting to get very uncomfortable with the tension between the two of you. The electricity flowing between you both was almost palpable.

“Only time I ever copied you was when I ran out of time for that project because I’d spent all night with you doing…well, you remember.” He said, winking at you. Your stomach tightened as the memories of that night went flooding through you.

Some kid in your class had tried to ask you out. You obviously told him you were dating someone, but the whole thing got under Tyler’s skin. He showed up at your apartment determined to show you that you were his.

Tyler may have been a pain in your ass most of the time, but he knew exactly what he was doing when it came to sex. He knew your body better than anyone else, still to this day.

“Tyler, this is Javi. We work together. Javi, this is my annoying ex-boyfriend, Tyler.” You said, trying to change the subject.

Tyler smirked proudly to himself. He knew his words had gotten under his skin. He could see the way you squeezed your legs together, trying to ignore the familiar aching. Tyler was always good at reading you. He knew what every little expression meant.

“Yeah, man…umm nice to meet you. I gotta get going though.” Javi said, quickly excusing himself from the awkward situation.

Tyler watched him as he left and then turned his attention back to you. “You really not happy to see me, sweetheart?” He asked, taking another step towards you.

“Don’t call me that, Tyler.” You snapped, sitting down on the tailgate and grabbing your laptop again. You hoped he’d realize you were busy and leave you alone.

He didn’t.

Tyler hopped up on the tailgate and sat beside you. “You used to like when I called you that. You said it was a part of my cowboy charm. I used to just have to call you sweetheart, then you were in my arms like that.” He said, snapping his fingers.

You rolled your eyes at his clear attempt to get you focused on those long nights again. He knew it was one of the best ways to annoy you. He softly planted his hand on the small of your back, leaning in towards you.

“It’s called maturing, Tyler. Maybe you should try it sometime.” You told him, pushing his hand off of you.

He raised his eyebrows at you. “Oh really? You’re the mature one?” He snapped. He was actually surprised to hear the words come out of your mouth. You were just as immature as he was.

“I’m certainly more mature than the guy who made a YouTube channel of him chasing tornadoes as a way to get girls.” You said, snarkily.

He scoffed at the implication. “You know damn well that I care about my work just as much as you do. The girls are just an added benefit, and if you wanted to be one of them so badly, you could just ask. And that’s not what I was referring to, Ms. Maturity.” He said, looking at you with a knowing glance.

You focused your attention back on your laptop because you knew what he was going to say. It wasn’t your proudest moment.

“Yeah, look who’s all quiet now. You don’t want to talk about how the day after we broke up, I went to your apartment to apologize, and you’d slept with my best friend? That seem mature to you?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. That was probably the only grudge that Tyler still had to this day.

You pushed your laptop to the side and turned to face Tyler. You could see how upset he was. His jaw was clenched, and his face was starting to turn red. “For God's sake, Tyler. We’ve hashed this out a million times, and I’ve told you how sorry I was. It was a drunken stupid decision. So, no matter how pissed you are, I can’t undo it.” You snapped at him.

He leaned in closer to you. His face was only inches away from yours. You worried that if he got any closer, he’d hear how quick your heart was beating.

It took every ounce of control he had to not lean in and get another taste of your strawberry chapstick. He’d missed letting himself get distracted with the sweet taste of your lips.

“You know what I think it was? I think you wanted to see if anyone could fuck you as good as I did. I think you’re still hung up on it now.” He said, in a low tone.

You tried to pretend like his words didn’t make you feel all warm inside. “You think I’m still hung up on the sex? It’s been years, Tyler. Get over yourself, you aren’t the god of sex.” You lied, rolling your eyes at him.

“Oh, really?” He asked, cocking his head to the side. He grabbed your chin. It felt like the air was ripped out of you. He cockily smirked down at you.

“What’s this then?” He asked, pulling your arm up and showing you the goosebumps that were covering your body.

You pulled your arm out of his grip. “You know what, Tyler? Just do us both a favor, and leave me the fuck alone.” You snapped, walking away from Tyler. You headed over towards the diner to grab some food for dinner.

The inside of the diner was chaos. Way too many storm chasers trying to get food at the same time. You glanced down at your watch as you waited in line. It was getting late, and you were hungry.

“Hey, how’re you?” you heard a man beside you say. You turned and saw a guy smiling at you. “Respectfully, I’m really not in the mood if you’re trying to hit on me.” You said, quickly.

He chuckled and shook his head. “I’m Boone.” He said, shaking your hand. You remembered why the name sounded familiar. “Oh shit, you’re Tyler’s friend, aren’t you?” You asked, to which he nodded.

“He pointed you out before and said you guys used to date. Anyway, we have some food over near our camp, if you want some.” He offered. You quickly nodded and thanked him for the offer.

He introduced you to everyone on the team and handed you a takeout container full of food. You didn’t understand how an asshole like Tyler had a team that was full of nice people.

You started eating and listened as they all told stories about some of their craziest tornadoes.

“Oh, look who you invited to eat with us,” Tyler said, shooting you a sarcastic smile. Boone gestured over towards the diner. “Yeah, the line over at the diner was insane. I figured you wouldn’t mind.” Boone explained.

“Come on, Tyler, grow up. I’m a grown woman. I can eat where I want.” You snapped at him, rolling your eyes.

Tyler just chuckled and looked at the ground. “Careful, Boone. She has a history of sleeping with my best friends to make me jealous. You better watch out.” Tyler said, glaring at you.

The whole group got quiet. They hadn’t realized things between you and Tyler were so icy.

“I should go.” You said, starting to grab your things. You liked getting on Tyler’s nerves, but not when he was acting like an ass. Tyler quickly shook his head.

“No no, you should stay. So, what were we talking about? It sounded like craziest tornado experiences? You should remember this one.” Tyler said, looking over at you.

You froze in your seat. You knew exactly what story he was going to tell. But, you couldn’t believe he was actually going that far.

“This lovely lady and I chased a tornado one time, back when we were still together. It was right after I made the prototype to drill the truck into the ground. And she got excited at what that meant. So, we were chasing a giant storm. Then, she had a naughty little idea and decided she wanted to fuck me as we were surrounded by the tornado. And she did, and let me tell you.” He said, whistling to himself.

You could feel your blood boiling. Your face felt warm as tears starting forming in your eyes. “I fucking hate you.” You snapped at him before turning to walk away.

He yelled back at you, “Oh, come on, honey. What’s wrong? I can’t talk about the ways you did me wrong? And I can’t talk about some our best memories? What else am I supposed talk about?” He asked. He had a cocky sense of pride, knowing how much he’d gotten to you.

When it came to you, Tyler would often get blinded by his feelings and take things a step too far.

“You are an asshole, Tyler.” You said, your voice cracking with emotion. You slapped him across his face before storming off. His whole team was dead silent, having no idea what to say.

Tyler sighed to himself and stormed off in the other direction.

You ran right into your motel room and slammed the door. You’d never felt so humiliated by Tyler before. You curled up under the sheets and just prayed you wouldn’t see Tyler tomorrow.

After about an hour, there was a knock at your door. You assumed it was Javi since you hadn’t heard from him in a while.

You wiped the tears off your face and walked over to the door.

When you opened it and saw Tyler, you immediately tried to slam it shut. Tyler quickly stuck his foot in the door to stop you.

“Hang on, sweetheart. Wait a minute.” He begged you. You furiously shook your head, crossing your arms. “I don’t want to talk to you.” You protested.

Tyler held out a box. “You left your food, and I figured you were hungry.” He said, softly. You quietly thanked him and took the box. “Is that it?” You asked as he refused to leave.

“I really want to apologize, sweetheart. I was really fucking out of line. I was mad at you, but I shouldn’t have tried to get revenge. I was such a dick, and I’m really sorry.” He said, genuinely.

You went on your tiptoes and wrapped your arms around him. He slipped his arms around your waist, holding you tightly. “I’m sorry too. About everything.” You whispered into his shirt.

You both pulled away but lingered slightly. “I know there’s a lot of unresolved feelings over how we ended things, but can we at least have a temporary truce? I don’t want you to get put in harm’s way tomorrow because we’re both distracted. You don’t have to love me, but can we at least be civil?” He asked. You quickly nodded.

“Truce,” you agreed, grabbing his hand and shaking it. You earned a soft chuckle from him. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” He said, kissing your forehead.

He lingered. It felt like he was expecting you to invited him inside. Should you? That was too much, right?

While you were overthinking, he walked back to his room. You closed the door and retreated to your bed to finish your dinner.

After you finished your food, your mind wandered back to Tyler. Something about the way he apologized made you feel like that spark was back. There was a certain twinkle in his eyes.

Ignoring all your better instincts, you reapplied your lipstick, fixed your hair, and headed towards Tyler’s room.

You wiped the sweat off your hands and onto your jeans. You were shocked that you were walking towards Tyler’s room. For years, you’d sworn that you’d stay away from him if you ever saw him again. That just goes to show the effect he had on you.

You took a deep breath and picked your hand up to knock on the door. Before you could, you heard someone talking. You quickly let your hand fall to your side.

You couldn’t knock on Tyler’s door hoping for a one night stand if Boone, or one of the guys, was inside with him. You slowly started to back up when the voice got a lot clearer.

It was a woman. And she wasn’t talking.

“Oh, fuck, baby yes. Harder please, you feel so good.” You could feel your eyes go wide. You quickly took a few steps back.

The tears started forming in your eyes, and you didn’t even know why. You shouldn’t have been surprised.

You started to run back to your room. You would have been mortified if anyone caught you. Now, Tyler’s truce made sense to you. He wasn’t trying to make amends, he wanted to ease his conscience before he hooked up with some girl. You felt so naive.

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[bad268]

Love your writingg!!

Could you write a oneshot with ollie when reader couldn't make it to a race and she got sick while at home but didnt tell ollie cuz it couldve made him shit the race and he comes back home at takes care of herr??

+hiii!! idk if ure still taking request, but maybe an ollie x reader where she gets her wisdom tooth out and the aftermath is just her being chaotic and funny while ollie just goes with everything.

but yeah, i think it’s pretty cute. thank you!

Boyfriend Of The Year (Ollie Bearman X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/F2/F3

Requested: Clearly (I just did a sick fic, so i decided to incorporate these. Hope yall don't mind <3)

Warnings: Wisdom teeth surgery and recovery

POV: Majority Second Person (You/your), some Third Person (They/them)

W.C. 2301

Summary: A routine dentist appointment turns into a secret to keep Ollie sane.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

Your phone was blowing up with texts from Ollie. He was probably wondering where you were at this point since you promised to be at the qualifying session, but due to a dentist appointment scheduled between the sessions, you had to split up. Ollie and his dad drove together, and you took an uber to your appointment. Well, at that dentist appointment, you found out that your chronic jaw pain was actually your wisdom teeth getting dangerous. They were growing inwards and pressing your teeth, so your dentist strongly encouraged an emergency wisdom teeth removal for the same day. Ollie was going to be pissed and you knew it.

“Hey, CareBear,” You greeted in a fake tone. You were still at the dentist, but you stepped outside to get a little bit of privacy. “What’s up?”

“Don’t ‘Hey CareBear’ me! Where are you? You said you were gonna be here,” Ollie asked. He was finally able to let out a breath after running around the paddock trying to find where you were. When he couldn’t find you, he started asking around, but no one had seen you. Then, he started calling you, and coincidentally, the calls were during your x-rays or consultation, so you were not answering. It was driving him insane. “Are you almost here?” 

“The dentist was short-staffed, so they haven't gotten me in yet,” You came up with on the fly. You knew he would hate that you lied to him, but he would also throw his entire race weekend away for you. Yes, it was adorable and it’s part of what made you love him, but this was not the time to be a loving boyfriend. This was the time to show everyone why he deserved the Haas seat. He could be boyfriend of the year afterward. “I can text you when I’m done, but I need to see them today. You know how bad my jaw has been hurting lately.”

“Oh?” Ollie smirked as he lowered his voice, about to make a joke but his dad walked right past him.

“Don’t even start, Oliver,” You pressed as you saw your dentist gesturing for you to come back in, so they could prepare you for the surgery. “Listen, CareBear, I gotta go. I think they’re ready to take me back. I’ll text your dad to pick me up when we start wrapping up. You need to get back for debrief or start preparing for quali.”

“Yeah, I should probably eat something,” Ollie said to himself as he scratched the back of his neck. He had never had to go into qualifying without you, so he was a bit nervous. However, he totally understood that this was something you needed to do. “I’ll get on pole for you.”

“I expect you in the top 22, nothing less,” You joked as you both said goodbye and hung up the call. You headed back inside as they started giving you the rundown on how the surgery would occur. For once, you were thankful for scheduling your appointment in the morning and not eating beforehand. Just before they would put you under, you decided to call Ollie’s dad. It didn’t take long for him to answer.

“Hey, Y/n,” David greeted immediately as he walked toward the back of the garage, “Need me to pick you up? That was awfully quick.”

“Actually no,” You chuckled nervously. “Don’t tell Ollie until after quali, but I’m getting my wisdom teeth out right now. If we tell him, he’s going to freak out.”

“Was this the plan the whole time?” He asked, quieting down as Ollie walked by nonethewiser. He was finishing up before he would be getting in the car, so he had enough on his plate, in your opinion.

“No, I just found out that the jaw pain I thought was the start of TMJ was actually my wisdom teeth growing inwards,” You explained with a smile as you watched your dentist finish setting everything out. “Listen, David, I’ll need you to pick me up in like an hour. Maybe after qualifying break it to him? Or just let him figure it out when I’m loopy. I really don’t care.”

“I’ll take care of him, don’t worry,” David reassured as he saw Ollie gesturing for him to come over before he would get in the car. “Have them call me when you’re done, and we’ll pick you up.”

You thanked him before ending the call and heading into the back where the operation would take place. 

The qualifying session went by quickly for Ollie because it was basically a one-lap shot. Right after the first laps, it started pouring rain, so when Ollie was at the top of the timing page, no one was able to beat him. He tried to call you as soon as he got out of the car, but every call went straight to voicemail. It freaked him out a little, but he brushed it off, thinking you were still getting your cleaning. It wasn’t until his dad was ushering him to change and get to the car park almost as soon as he wrapped up media that he started thinking something was wrong. Ollie sat nervously in the passenger seat as his dad drove in silence, which was completely unusual for him, so he decided to try and break the tension.

“So, dad,” He dragged out as he looked over at his dad. They pulled up to a red light, and David looked at Ollie. “Where are we going?”

“The dentist,” David said simply as he moved the car into first gear when the light changed. “We need to pick Y/n up.”

“Shouldn’t they have finished up during quali?” Ollie asked before muttering to himself, “I thought they would have been in the garage by the end of media.”

“They had to get some work done,” David responded. It was light-hearted, so Ollie wasn’t too worried. When they pulled up, he parked the car but made no move to get out for a second, causing Ollie to look over confused. “They had to get their wisdom teeth out.”

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?” Ollie freaked out, immediately getting out of the car and trying to reach the front door before his dad. Unfortunately for him, his dad anticipated this and beat him to the punch by blocking the door. “Dad, let me in.”

“No, you need to understand why we didn’t tell you,” David pressed as he put a hand on Ollie's shoulder and sheered him back toward the car. “They didn’t want you to be nervous in qualifying. It’s getting to the end of your season, and next year, you’ll be in F1. Everyone’s eyes are on you, and the last thing they wanted was for you to get nervous and risk your position in the championship.”

“That makes no sense! I wouldn’t have thrown the session!” Ollie disputed as he threw his hands up.

“Oh, please,” David tsked, “You almost crashed the car when you found out they had a headache a few months ago. Of course, you wouldn’t completely compromise your qualifying session knowing they were getting surgery. That sounds totally believable to me.” 

“Maybe you have a point,” Ollie mumbled as he dripped his hands to his sides in defeat. He looked back over to his dad as he sighed, “Can we go in now?”

“Are you going to cause a scene?”

“No.”

~

POV Switch-Third POV

All the while, Y/n was just waking up. The team had wrapped up the surgery at the end of qualifying and called David, saying he didn’t need to rush since they still needed to ween Y/n off of the meds and they still needed to pass the memory tests.

Y/n didn’t remember even waking up, but they did semi-register people walking in, around, and out of their room. Most of them were dentists or nurses checking their vitals, but then two people walked in that didn’t look like a dentist or nurse. It was Ollie and David, but Y/n was still too out of it to recognize them (or what they were saying to be honest).

“So they’ll be a little loopy for a while,” one of the dentists said to David, causing him to nod. Ollie had already taken a seat beside you and was holding your hand. The dentist then took David out of the room to talk about how to help clean the wounds and give him a list of foods that Y/n could eat while recovering. Ollie wanted to say something, anything to Y/n but they ended up talking before him.

“Whoever is your significant other is lucky because damn you’re hot,” Y/n chuckled slightly as they fell back against the pillows and smiled sleepily as they looked at him. “They’re like really lucky.”

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that you’re my significant other,” Ollie chuckled with them as he brought their hands up to kiss their knuckles.

“No way!” Y/n said as loud as the gauze in their mouth could allow as their eyes almost fell out of their head. “You’re telling me I bagged you?!”

“You bagged me,” Ollie chuckled in disbelief. He was upset at first that Y/n didn’t tell him sooner, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be mad at them, especially when they said something like that. “If I tell you a word, can you remember it for me?”

“Anything for you, handsome,” Y/n shamelessly flirted as they leaned in a little closer to prop their head against Ollie’s free hand that was resting by their head. 

“The word is ‘pole’,” Ollie said, and Y/n repeated it a couple of times before nodding that they understood it. “Okay, how are you feeling now?”

“I’m feeling tired. I wanna sleep. I wanna eat. I’m hungry. I want someone to tell me what place Ollie is in for the race tomorrow,” Y/n ranted before gasping toward the end, remembering the qualifying session they missed. In the haze, Y/n’s brain never connected that Ollie was sitting in front of them as they went on a rant. “Ollie Bearman is my favorite driver, and I wanna know where he placed. Do you know Ollie?”

“I know of him, yeah,” Ollie said as he bit back a laugh. There was no way he was witnessing this. “I think I know where he placed.”

“Where?” Y/n gasped as they tried to sit up in the bed, but the vitals machine started going off, causing a few personnel to walk in, but Ollie was already pushing them back.

“What was the word from earlier?”

“Pole?” Y/n said confused before it finally connected, “Wait, pole position?”

“Yup, he’s on pole for the feature race,” Ollie smiled at their enthusiasm. “Now, what’s my name?”

“What’s your name? CareBear?”

“Well, yes, but what’s my real name?” 

“Oliver,” Y/n dragged out before the fog cleared enough for them to make the connection. “Wait! Ollie, my CareBear! You’re Ollie!”

“I am,” Ollie chuckled as he leaned over to place a kiss on Y/n’s forehead while the dentists started removing wires and needles from Y/n, so they could leave. Ollie wrapped an arm around their shoulder, knowing Y/n didn’t like needles. He took to whispering reassurance in their ear until they were cleared to leave. Ollie then asked, “You still sleepy?”

Y/n didn’t respond as they were already asleep, so when all of the paperwork was signed, Ollie picked Y/n up to carry them to the car.  The entire ride to the hotel, Y/n was asleep against Ollie’s shoulder until David pulled into the parking spot. That’s when Y/n woke up, stretching their arms above their head.

“I still wanna sleep,” Y/n whined as they leaned back against Ollie. “My legs feel like jelly.”

“I can always carry you again,” Ollie commented already getting out of the car and moving around to help Y/n out. As soon as Y/n stepped out, Ollie’s arm was lifting up their legs to carry them up to their room. Thankfully, David was already leading the way and opening doors for them.

“You’re really working for that Boyfriend Of The Year award, aren't you?” Y/n teased as they plopped their head against Ollie’s shoulder.

“I didn’t know I was in the running,” Ollie joked back as he left a kiss on their nose.

“You’re always in the running,” Y/n pouted before going on another tangent, “Y’know, I’d love to kiss you, but I can’t really feel my lips so I don’t know how that would go.”

“I’ll give you a kiss when you don’t have bloody gauze in your mouth,” Ollie said as he walked up to the door. “Does that sound like a deal?”

“Add some ice cream or smoothies and you’ve got a deal.”

“You can’t drink from a straw, so no smoothies.”

“Buzzkill.”

“Not a buzzkill,” Ollie said simply as he set Y/n down on the bathroom counter, so he could change their gauze. “We’re not risking you getting dry socket.”

“Kissass.”

“How does that make me a kissass?” Ollie chuckled as he helped Y/n down from the counter and to the bed. Ollie fixed the pillows around them to make them comfortable before grabbing an icepack from the freezer. 

“You know the judge of the Boyfriend Of The Year award, and you’re kissing their ass,” Y/n chuckled as they leaned back into the pillows and took the icepacks from Ollie, immediately pressing them against their face. “Let me say, you’re winning.”

“I would hope so,” Ollie retorted, “I should be the only one in the running!”

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[mintwithchoco]

When will I see you again?

tripleS Sohyun x Male Reader

Word Count: 1876 words

Categories: fluff, shorts, idolgirlfriend!sohyun

Inspired from:

“Are you sure you're gonna be okay?”

“Pffft, of course! Four months was it? It's not gonna be that long.”

“What if there's a sudden change in the schedule and I have t—” 

“Sohyun.” You instinctively grab her hand. “I’ll be fine. Don't worry about me. What matters now is that you're debuting soon right?”

Despite your efforts of putting her mind at ease, Sohyun is still reluctant to leave you behind. Four months may seem short in your eyes, but anything could happen in that period of time. As you are carrying her suitcase to the door of your apartment, Sohyun stops in her tracks and looks back towards the living room, clearly reminiscing the moments you both had together.

It is definitely a hard decision for Sohyun—being an idol comes at a cost. While it is her dream to pursue a music career, another dream of hers is to find a perfect partner in her life. That's when you came into her life, bearing a similar mindset, the difference being that you’ve already achieved a few of your dreams. You almost have it all—a calm 8 to 5 job, a decent car and a spacious place to live in—only needing a fine woman to complete your life. 

Sohyun suddenly snickers, “Remember when we were struggling to get the TV working, oppa?” 

A quick rundown of memories crosses itself into your brain in an instant. You just moved into your newly bought apartment, exactly after three months of being in a relationship with Park Sohyun. You know that she isn’t gonna be around for long at the time, but you gladly let her help out with setting up your living room. From building IKEA furniture to putting up small decorations around the house, it’s safe to say that the day is more than memorable to you, being it ends with you taking her innocence away that night. I mean, can you blame yourself though? Sohyun clearly knows what she is doing to you, wearing that beautiful floral sundress that barely covers her tantalizing body.

“Oh. You meant the time when you smacked me with the remote because I kept checking you out?” 

“Because you weren't doing anything!” Sohyun whines.

“How can I concentrate when you look way too hot in that dress?” Sohyun flusters upon hearing your words, her head pressing against your shoulder while groaning cutely.

The moment is then cut short when her phone suddenly rings loudly. Her manager is the one calling, signifying that her departure is now imminent. She answers the phone swiftly and with a few simple replies, the call ends.

“Are they here?” Sohyun nods. “You're going to the dorm first right?” 

“Yeah, we’re shooting the video for my arrival.” Sohyun then sighs, “I’m so nervous. My heart is pounding.”

Looking at her state reminds you of yourself way back on your first day of work. Everyone has that fear of the unknown, so it's natural to be filled with anxiety at this very moment. But there's another factor that makes her overthink things — you. What would it be like if you were alone? Will she ever have time for you? Will texts and calls be enough for the both of you? And most importantly, will this relationship lasts— 

“Sohyun, listen.” You intertwine your hands with hers once again. “Though our steps may not go along together now, remember that I will still walk this journey together with you. I’m still gonna be here no matter what happens.”

Sohyun’s eyes freeze in time, staring at you deeply until it begins to well with tears. At that moment, she realizes how much she means to you, how you are willing to give up the precious time you wanted with her, and how supportive you are throughout her career journey up till now. She doesn't need to say anything as you already opened your arms for her to fall into your embrace. The hug gets tighter with Sohyun soaking your shirt with her tears, emotions finally flowing out as she imagines how much she will miss you throughout the later months. She takes in all of you for the last time—the warmth of your body, the remnants of your scent and the gentleness of your touch before looking up to you.

You waste no time in reaching out to her chin with your fingers and leaning down to close the distance between both of your lips. The softness of her lips sends shivers down your spine, your hot breaths being shared as you part your lips slightly. Sohyun trembles in your arms, making small noises which invigorates you to pull her closer by the waist. You would love for the time to just stop at the exact moment, but unfortunately, as you pulled away from her to catch a short breath, reality hits.

“Ah, sorry. Got a little carried away.” 

Sohyun shakes her head. “It’s gonna be a while for us to feel like this again.” She then checks her phone. “Yeah, I should really go now.”

You immediately help her drag her suitcase outside. “Have you double checked everything?”

“Mhm, I’m all good. Don’t worry oppa, I will try to text you whenever I can. I promise that I won’t forget about you, even for a single day!” Sohyun says, her voice full of determination.

“As long as you’re safe and sound, honey. Don’t pressure yourself to make time for me, just focus on your shows and schedules okay?”

Sohyun nods cutely. “Alright, I’m going off now!”

“All the best honey!” You give a quick peck on her cheek. “I love you!”

Her cheeks grow a faint blush of red. “I love you more!” 

The pressure and useless thoughts in her mind are now washed away as Sohyun makes her way to the elevator at the end of the hallway. Once she gets inside the elevator, Sohyun looks back and gives you a goodbye wave while shouting, “Bye oppa! I’ll be back soon!”

As the elevator doors slowly close, you return her wave with a smile.

“See you soon, my love.”

It's been seven months, and unfortunately, you've gotten used to this scene. 8 PM on a typical night, alone and wide awake in your dark room, accompanied by the low buzzing sound of your AC, bored out of your mind with only your thoughts to please.

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Eventually, you grow tired of it and drag yourself out to your living room. The TV is already on anyway, so you quickly grab a drink from your fridge and get comfortable on your couch. You’re not even focusing on the show playing until your ear caught a specific word mentioned.

“Today we are joined by, tripleS! Welcome!”

Your eyes immediately lock onto the screen, and as if fate wants it to be perfect, she appears right in front of you, her visual still as perfect as you can remember. That beautiful smile plastered on her face is a symbol of her being proud of her achievements, starring in one of the biggest K-Pop girl group at the moment. The way she talks is different as well, given that she is one of the older members and one of the backbones to their amazing discography, writing and producing a number of iconic songs for her group and even other artists.

Within the next hour, you continue to watch the show, even though it isn’t really your cup of tea. A change of pace is not a bad choice though, considering that you’re already finished binging the shows that you really like anyways. The longer you watch the show, the more you get distracted, not because of the show being too typical or boring. Your focus is strictly on the woman that you miss so dearly for the past few months, talking away to the hosts and having lots of fun with her members who she already considers as family. 

At this point, the show is wrapping up to its end. You are now lost in a million thoughts, confused about what your next action will be. Following the circumstances—the time period it’s been since she has updated you with her schedules, the amount of posts about her that you’re seeing more on your socials, and most importantly, the emptiness you gradually feel due to her absence in the house—there’s only one conclusion you came to, in the form of a question. 

When will I see you again?

You grab your phone on the table and quickly find her number. Before you could even tap the call button, you hesitate because of the fear of disrupting her extremely busy schedule. Your feelings are strong however, as you talk yourself out of your denial, having hope that she may reply back with a voicemail if the call is ignored. Your intention keeps going back and forth, until you stop yourself and thought, “Fuck it. If it happens, it happens.”

The phone beeps.

Unexpectedly, your doorbell rings.

Hang up the phone and walk over to your door. You’re pretty sure that it’s your workmate returning your laptop that you asked him to fix, and the fact that he always comes over unannounced. As soon as you pull the handle of your door, a figure rushes inside without any warning and closes it.

“What the—” Your eyes widen upon recognizing the figure, amidst the black cap and mask covering half of their face.

“Phew! That was close. I thought someone almost saw me.” 

All alarms go off in your head when both of your eyes land upon one another. That deep soothing voice is too familiar to you.  And even under their thick winter jacket, their body figure is still noticeable. There's no denying it. You definitely know this person by now, and you have nothing else on your mind other than to lunge forward and bring them into a tight embrace. 

Sohyun obviously doesn’t resist as she feels the same way, gladly wrapping her arms around your torso after removing her disguise. 

“Sorry that I took too long.” 

Deepen the hug and bury your face into her shoulder. At long last, you finally feel complete. Even if she's coming over for just a while, you’re more than happy to have your beloved’s presence around. An act of a strong boyfriend who can handle everything without his significant other is slowly being dropped, judging by how you're literally melting in her arms while holding back tears of joy.

“I missed you.” A kiss on her cheek. “Really missed you.”

She smiles. “I would hate you if you didn't.”

Once you release yourself away from her body, you excitedly invite her into the living room and help her to carry whatever she brought along. The curiosities that you have is filling up your mind, and yet, you didn't ask any of it to her. Instead, you simply utter these three words to bring her instant comfort.

“Welcome home, Sohyun.”

Despite knowing that you won't be able to see each other constantly, you still desire to remain in her life for as much as you could—like a star in the sky, which shines so brightly regardless if it’s in the bright blue morning, or the gloomy dark night.

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note; the writing high strikes again, but sadly not in the form horniness. also been addicted to triples content as of late, so it's only right that i write a little something. :D

don't worry, i'm still working hard on the commissions, so please wait just a little bit more for longer fics! writing short fics like these is a way for me to feel better and motivated to work on the mountain of drafts i have. so maybe you would see more of these in the future!

anyways, i hope you enjoy this one, even though it's barely edited and a bit rushed. and as always, i appreciate all of your support, thank you for reading and have a good one! <3

[w2soneshots]

I have a request idea! So the sidemen asked u to do a reverse 20v1 and harry gets jealous every time u compliment someone or something like that and so the boys notice and decide to a send him in like what they did when Simon went in for jj

Jealousy -W2S

words: 0.3k+

warnings: jealous, grumpy Harry.

notes: I decided to write this as a long blurb since I didn’t feel like there was enough content for an actual fic but I hope you enjoy anyway love!🤗💞

"It's not real babe. I'm filming a video, I don't actually wanna go out with any of them. You know that." I reassured Harry as we pulled into the car park of the large wear house we're filming in today.

This whole thing was actually very last minute. Another girl was meant to be doing the video but cancelled two days ago. When Harry told me about it I said I'd do it and at first he was apprehensive but they didn't really have another option.

We entered the building hand in hand. Immediately I spotted Tobi. "Hey! Long time no see." He smiled at me then we shared a quick hug. "I know! How've you been?" I asked. "Really great. Thank you for doing this." "Oh it's no problem. It'll be fun." He chuckled, glancing over at Harry, who still wasn't in the best mood.

After getting miked up Kon gave me a quick rundown on what to expect. Once I was ready the first guy walked in. I smiled warmly.

"Hi I uh- I'm Jack." He introduced himself. "Nice to meet you. Yes." He smiled then shuffled away. Harry sat in the other room unbelievable tense  while the boys mocked him.

After a few yeses and no's a particularly cocky boy stepped up. He pulled me into a quick hug. "Can you do a handstand?" I asked as I pulled away, asking the same question Harry did when he filmed his 20v1. He stared at me, confused. "No? Ok sorry, bye." He walked away looking defeated. Harry smirked.

"Is this the last one?" I asked the crew. "Yeah." Kon confirmed. I waited a few seconds before Harry walked in, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A bright smile spread across my face as I laughed.

"Hello. I'm Harry." He stuck out his hand for a handshake. "Hello Harry. You know you look oddly familiar," I cocked my head to the side with furrowed brows, playing along. "You're cute though so yes." I winked at him. A light blush spread across his cheeks.

From that moment on Harry was in a better mood and by the end he wasn't really that bothered. He knows that I'd never cheat on him and that he has nothing to worry about.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Hi bubbs, 💖 anon here. I never made a request before, but I'd like to make one now. Can you write a fic in which reader gets injured and Azriel takes care of her and tends to her wounds? Reader has been through a lot in the past so she doesn't know how to react to someone taking care of her. Both of them are also secretly pining for one another. Pls write it if you have the time, no pressure. Much love to you Queen, bye bye💖.

Hey, gorgeous! Enjoy!💕✨

Keep you safe

Azriel hated when Rhys sent you out on missions alone or with anyone who wasn’t him. When it came to you he trusted no one. It was stupid. Over the top stupid but he just couldn’t. Couldn’t make himself settle when he wasn’t the one guarding your back. And then maybe it was the fact that something deep within his chest burnt for you. It was easy with you. From day one you had managed to see right through him. Right through everything he thought he was masking like a true mastermind.

“If you had come to nag me about putting her on a search team with other boys, you don’t have to. By now I know what you will drill me for”, Rhys spoke up before Azriel had a chance to fully enter his study. “I just don’t understand why you do it”, the spymaster slowly closed the door before turning to his brother, “You know how much it unsettles me”. Rhys put down his pen, looking straight up at Azriel, “Man up then and tell her how you feel”, and that was enough to make Azriel's shoulders go stiff. “Stop with that nonsense. Aren’t you tired of trying to play a matchmaker?”, but Azriel’s words only made Rhys smirk. “You can make her yours, admit how you’re feeling, and have an advantage over my decisions. Or you can sulk for the rest of your life because, brother, you’re not getting any younger”, Rhys’s eyes pierced through Azriel. He slowly nodded his head before turning around, “You don’t know shit”, he reached for the door handle once more, “Oh, and if something happens to her because of this choice of yours”, his eyes now much darker, landed on his high lord, “Your pretty face will take a beating. My condolences to Feyre”, and with that, he was gone.

It was an anxious couple of days of sitting around. The reports Azriel had to fill out were adding up but he couldn’t get his mind to settle. And then he heard it. The sea of voices. Among them a voice he would recognize anywhere. Azriel is quick to jump to his feet, rushing down the stairs. And there you stand. Your fighting leather was still on as you gave your last orders to the soldiers that had come with you.

“Y/n”, the shadow singer called out with a tight nod. Your eyes. Tired eyes meet his. A light smile pulls at the corner of your mouth, “Azriel”. The soldiers give clipped nods to both of you before hurrying away. “Didn’t even say goodbye”, Azriel crosses his arms over his chest. “You know i hate goodbyes”, you snicker, turning slightly only to hiss beneath your breath. “Is everything okay?”, the question falls out of his mouth way too quickly but your well-being has been the center of attention ever since you left. “Yeah, perfect. Need to give Rhys a rundown”, and that’s when his eyes notice your clammy-looking skin, the slight tremble.

Azriel reaches out, grabbing your arm, and the dampness of it strikes him. He lets go in a hurry only to be met with a bloody palm. “Yn…”, it’s barely a whisper as his vision zeros onto the crimson staining his skin. “It is nothing”, you brush it off so carelessly that it makes Azriel’s blood boil. “Nothing? You’re bleeding all over the foyer”, he whispers shouts, stepping right in front of you, blocking your way away from him. “I’ll clean it up?”, you try, not too sure as to what would calm this sudden fury burning in him. His wild eyes look you over. And then there is darkness. The coldness of his shadows surrounded everything.

“Sit”, he orders before the mist of his darkness even has a chance to fizzle out. “Azriel you can’t just take me like that”, you hiss out both in pain and frustration. To his apartment outside the city, he had winnowed you. Just like that. Just because. “But it seems like I did”, he sassed over his shoulder before pointing to the sofa, “sit down, woman, before I sit you down”. You gape at him for a moment. Under any other circumstance you would be putting him in his place but now… now you just feel weaker and weaker by the minute.

“You are being childish”, you point out, welcoming the feeling of ease once your body eases against the sofa. “You are being careless”, he throws your own words at him. Ones that you had thrown at him on multiple occasions after his missions. “Shirt off”, Azriel asks, motioning to the material. “Azriel, this is nothing”, you try to reason once again. You don’t want him to see you like this. You can lick your wounds on your own. Have done that your whole life.

“Say that one more time”, it’s a dare you know that. Know him. Just as you know the more you push, the more likely it is that he will be the one doing the undressing. “Fine”, you huff, “I’ll show you so you will get out of my hair”, it’s mean and rude at best, because he had been nothing but nice. You just can’t wrap your head around someone caring. But even you halt at the sight of the angry-looking gash surrounded by bruises. You haven’t looked at it since the attack. You felt it yes. But it didn’t feel that bad. Not to mention the puss slowly forming at the edges. Infected. A chill runs down your back.

“Fuck”, Azriel’s voice fills in the silence. “It wasn’t…”, you start but your voice dies. “Sit, or better lay down”, and there it is, the collected composure, “I’ll fetch clean clothes and Madja’s slaves”, he’s quick to step into his neatly arranged storage room. Searching through the medical supplies. “She’s not in Velaris now but I will make sure she comes here first thing when she returns”, he’s rambling now. Meaning it’s bad. He thinks it’s bad too.

You’re only in your breast wrap when Azriel returns. He would admire you. What man wouldn’t but not now. Not when your chest is coming up and down in broken breathes. Your face looking ashy. “This will hurt. Hold onto my shoulders”, he kneels between your legs, dampening the material. “I’m good”, you say through clenched teeth, letting your head fall over the back of the sofa. Azriel watches you, “I warned you”, he mutters before pressing the cloth to your wound.

Your hands shoot up as quickly as the pain making you cry out. Reaching for the man tending your wounded side. “Breathe through it. Nice and slow”, his lips brush against the side of your head. You didn’t even realize when he had leaned over you. “It hurts”, you cry out, feeling the tears rolling down your cheeks. “Look at me, I’ve got you”, his forehead is pressed to yours. Eyes watching you. He gives you a quick nod and you nod alongside him, “Make it quick”. Another tight nod and the salve-soaked material is once again against your burning flesh.

You cry out, head falling onto Azriel’s shoulder. The agony of it all catches up quickly to you. “Just a bit more”, he pleads, trying to clean away all the crusted-over blood and puss. “You’re doing great. So brave. So strong”, you want to bite back that you’re not a child that needs praise but his words soothe something inside you.

“Lay down, you will feel dizzy”, Azriel reaches out to steady your head back. “Any more not serious cuts on your body?” You lift your arm, one he had grasped. It’s a much shallow wound the bleeding had stopped by now. Yet Azriel tends to it as carefully. You watch him do it. The way he has that almost permanent frown on his face. As if every bruise and cut had personally offered him. “I’ll wrap you up”, he mutters after a while, gathering all the blood-soaked clothes. “I can do it myself, you did enough”, The truth is you don’t want to move. Or more like don’t know if you can. Azriel just looks down at you before sighing, “I understand now why you get pissed when I play big boy around you”, you can’t help but smile a little. Tending to him was always a headache but you always got him to give in. “Got to keep you on your toes now”, you whisper, not trusting your voice.

“Just let me look after you”, he mutters and you take a moment to soak in his worried eyes. “Why?”, deep down you know the answer but there’s an urge now. Urge to hear him say it. “Because…”, Azriel breathes out, stalling, “Because I’ve been worried sick since you left, because this will help my mind settle”. He shakes his head slightly, “Because I care… about you”. You take a shaky breath in, wanting to reach out for him. “Az…”, you mutter. “Don’t say anything now. Heal first and let me help you do so faster”, he cups your face, before going back to fetch the bandages.

[mj0702]

The other Bronze – Pt. 22

They brought you home. Lucy and Keira brought you back to Barcelona with them. And with you came Georgia. It was your wish and Lucy just couldn'd deny you anything at this stage. Not when G called her again in the middle of the night – the night before you were flying back to Barcelona – completely panicked and overwhelmed not knowing what to do relying on your sister to help her. Of course Lucy sprinted down the road letting herself in with the spare key Georgia gave her hoisting you up cradleing you like a toddler when you clinged to her hardly breathing. Georgia tried to leave you two some space but when she was about to leave you two alone Lucys hand shot out grabbing your girlfriends wrist thightly stopping her from leaving. Your sister silently gave her blessing. That night changed so much in the dynamic between Lucy and Georgia – Lucy finally realized that no matter what your girlfriend will call her. It gave your sister the security that she'll always be part of your life. Your and Georgias life. Even if Lucy would never admit it she saw what everyone saw too – that the two of you were made for each other. Your sister caught herself once or twice thinking about how beautiful you will look when she walks you down the aisle and gives you away. But she would never admit that.

Now when you were sandwiched between Keira and Georgia Lucy playing security guard walking a step ahead of us clearing the way through the Barcelona Airport. There was the one or other fan stopping the quartet of three world class players and you asking for a quick autograph or a picture. Keira of course thought ahead and booked the earliest flight knowing there won't be as much people around. When the blonde informed the three of you she earned a round of whining and groaning about the early flight time and the even earlier standing up time. The drive to the airport was quiet with G and you nearly falling asleep again. Georgia leaning against the window you leaning against G. If it wasn't for Keiras continued scolding at Lucy for drifting off to the left lane and basically wanting to kill all of them you were sure you'd be asleep when you arrived at the airport. For once the security odds where in your favor and you had a very nice dry humored woman who actually managed to make you laugh which didn't go unnoticed by G who shot the woman a dirty look but couldn't do anything else since your relationship was still private.

You waited for Lucy, Keira and G to get done with their picture taking when a person leaned next to you against the railing. The person wore wide pants an olive green shirt sunglases and a Barcelona Catalonia snap back

“Welcome home Carino” the woman said lowly trying not to attrack any attention

“Se sent bé estar a casa” you mumbled back smiling

“So you brought the girlfriend?” Alexia smirked

“Yeah... need to show her around the facility so she doesn't get lost when she comes to play here in two years” you grinned from ear to ear

“We have a strong midfield...” the blonde spaniard joked “... no need for another english invasion”

“It's me life goal to make this team english....” you grinned back

“Don't you dare Cari...” Alexia chuckled and it did you so good that she just treated you like nothing was going on

You were sure Lucy and Keira gave her a rundown and deep inside you feared that Alexia would confront you about your state. Or that she'll bring Mapí. You loved Maps but at the moment the bubbly spaniard was just too much for you.

“Would you do me a favor?” you suddenly smirked

“Oh god... this face normally means trouble...” Alexia groaned lowly “... what do you want Cari?”

“Can you snuck over there and ask G for a picture and an autograph like you're a fan?” you grinned evilly “That's going to be so funny”

“Les coses que faig per tu Cari” the blonde sighed but started to slander over to the group

About five minutes later you laid laughing and crying on the airport floor clutching your phone in your hand as your girlfriend sprinted behind a big pole looking absolutley horrofied. Lucy looked fondly over where you where desperatly trying to get some air into your lungs while Keira tried to coax Georgia out from behind the pole

“Nice move Bubs” Lucy grinned pulling you off the floor sitting you upright so it would be easier for you to breath “Never seen G jump so high”

“The way her eyes popped out of her skull... it was like a cartoon” you laughed wiping away your tears trying to get some air into your lungs

“It's just Alexia” you heared Keira say softly to your girlfriend who still hid behinde the cement pole

“JUST??? It's JUST Alexia???” you heared Georgia screech “... she's the best fucking player in the whole wide fucking world.... universe probably”

“I'm so gonna post that online” you cried laughing

“I'm cutting you off” your girlfriend looking around the pole pointing her finger threatingly at you

“Please do” Lucy smile happily

“We both know that's an empty threat” you shot back a new wave of laughter bubbling in your throat

“Guys... we need to move...” Keira suddenly said looking down the airport “... we're attracting attention”

“Let's go then...” you try to surpress your laughter “... can I drive??”

“NO” you heard three voices – namely Alexia Lucy and Keira

“She doesn't drive too bad” Georgia shurgged her shoulders sprinting to Keiras left side with Keira you and Lucy forming the puffer to Alexia

“Excuse me what?” your sister whipped her head towards your girlfriend sending her a dirty glare

“Nothing” your girlfriend squeaked holding on to Keira for safety

“You drive like a grandma” you groaned unfolding yourself out of the backseat of Alexias Cupra

“Precious Cargo” the blonde spaniard shrugged

“You know when the sign says 60 you're allowed to drive 60... not 50” you said rolling your head until your neck poped loudly and you led out a heavy groan

“You could've walked you know” Alexia rolled her eyes at your dramatics

“Would've been faster for sure” you mumbled until you noticed something “Where the fuck are we?”

“Your apartment” the blonde spaniard said nonchalantly but then smirked holding out a set of keys

“Me what??” you asked dumbfolded

“Keira thought it would be a good idea if you had your own place..” Alexia smiled

“I thought they were joking....” you stammered “... they really let me live alone?”

“Yeah Bubs...” Lucy said coming up the road holding hands with Ona “... but if you need anything... we're just a text away okay... just walked here from our place... 12 minutes... counts for you too G okay...”

“Thanks Bronzey” your girlfriend smiled before extending her hand to Ona “Hi... I'm Georgia... G... Stanway... whatever you want to call me”

“She also answeres to Stanislav” Lucy provided chuckling

“That was ONE time...” Georgia exclaimed making Ona chuckle too

“She also listens to Dad...” you said and before you knew it your girlfriend slapped her hand over your mouth silencing you quickly looking wide eyed at Lucy

“I need me brain bleached” Lucy said her voice flat her eyes just as wide as Georgias

“Oh mi amor... don't be so shocked... you and Georgia are very similar...” Ona said before bursting out laughing while you heaved into Gs hand

“That's something I didn't need to know” Alexia said shaking her head in disbelieve “Here's your keys... get your bags out of my car so I can go home to my girlfriend”

“You call her Da...” you grinned snatching the key out of her hand

“You better stop talking or I'll seperate you and your actually lovely girlfriend... you with me... Georgia with Lucy and Ona” the blonde said her voice lightly threathend

“You wouldn't” your face transformed from teasing to shocked in milliseconds

“Try me Cariño...” Alexia smirked evilly

“G... move your ass... I got the keys” you screetched and you sprinted up the stairs while your girlfriend needed a second longer to react which Lucy immediately used to grab Georgias shirt

“I swear Stanway... if you.. you know... her... then you and I... you know” your sister threathened Georgia who just swallowed hard nodding quickly

“Good... good to know we understand each other” Lucy smiled gently padding Gs cheek

“Georgia!!!” you yelled from the top of the stairs

“I'm on crutches... I'm not that fast...” your girlfriend yelled back grabbing her crutches and your bags

“Hobble faster” you smiled as you unlock the door “Love you pretty spaniard... love you more friendly spaniard”

“Oy... what's with me you knobhead??!!” your sister exclaimed upset

“You threathened me girlfriend!!!” you yelled but Lucy could hear your smile

“We just have an agreement!! That's all” Lucy smiled up at you

“Me ass agreement....” you snorted but then smiled at her “Love you the most Lucy... Love you nearly as much as Kei”

“OY!” Lucy yelled but grinned as she heared your laugh as the door closed

“She's going to be okay here, sí?” Alexia asked a little concerned

“Yeah... she's going to be okay” Lucy smiled as she heared your high squeak and then more laughter

“Bueno... I was worried” the capitan said smiling as well listening to your laughter

“I still am...” your sister mumbled suddenly her mood dropping “... there's still a long rocky road ahead... she already made a big step in opening up but there's still so much to uncover”

“Mi amor...” Ona said softly taking Lucys hand

“I mean... it's good... and G did good there you know...” Lucy stared up the stairs at the closed door “... she called when she needed help and I know I was probably the last person she WANTED to call but she did because she loves her with every beat her heart takes...”

“They're a good pair these two” Alexia mused

“They don't know it yet... but they're their forever...” your sister said after a moment of silence “... the way G looks at her... and the way Bubs unconditionally loves G... loves her enough to let all her walls fall...”

“You don't really sound happy about it” Alexia said as she signalled for the couple to get into the car

“I am happy... I'm happy she found someone who treats her right and makes her happy” your sister said slipping into the passengers seat

“But?” Ona asked sitting in the backseat

“I didn't think it would be so... soon you know?” Lucy said a little embarressed

“Soon?? Lucy she's 16” Ona said from behind her girlfriend as Alexia started to drive to the Bronze-Batlle household

“She's not to me... I... she was so tiny you know....” your sister said softly remembering the first time she held you “... and whenever she was crying I got her to calm down... I mean... Mum and Dad did too... but not Jorge or Sophie...”

“You have a picture from her? As a baby?” Alexia asked as she parked in the driveway

“Sure...” Lucy said smiling slightly pulling out her purse

“Oh my god... this is” Alexia exclaimed softly

“... so pure” Ona finished her friends sentence looking at the picture of a young Lucy holding a baby you

“One of the few pictures where she actually looks like a saint... she wasn't” your sister chuckled

“I really want to hear more... so either you offer me a glass of wine or we talk another time” Alexia smiled

“Come on then... I still have a nice red” Lucy smiled back

“Did you know your sister enjoys a good wine too?” the blonde spaniard smirked even more when she saw Lucys shocked face

“She what??” your sister looked after her friend shocked and Alexia couldn't hold in her laugh that echoed loudly through the neiborhood

“So Miss Stanway” you smirked “... our first apartment together...”

“We do move a little fast” your girlfriend grinned back “... don't you think?”

“I mean... you could still move in with me sister and her missus” you smirked

“On second thought... I think the speed we're going is just fine” Georgia swallowed hard

“Mhm... thought so” you chuckled “Housetour?”

“Fuck yes” your girlfriend smiled starting to hobble down the hallway on her crutches

“Okay... here we have...” you said excitedly opening the first door “... a bedroom... nice... good size... nice colours... but no en suite”

“Who are you... Christina Hall or what?” Georgia laughed behind you

“I mean... I watched probably every episode... so... yes?” you shrugged your shoulders

“Then please show me around... I really need to know if I want to buy that apartment” your girlfriend played into your little thing

“Of course... I promise the next room is amaaaazing” you put on your best american accent your voice obviously higher than normal “if you would follow me to the next... door”

“I bet this is the bathroom” Georgia mused as you grabbed the doorknob

“It's actually... a waredrobe?” you looked at your girlfriend confused

“I mean... you do have a lot of shoes” the blonde mumbled

“Excuse me?? You have just as many shoes and half of mine are Keiras” you exclaimed lightly slapping her shoulder

“My shoes are in Munich” Georgia laughed trying to block your hits

“Mine are in Manchester...” you shot back

“... can't be.. half of them are at me apartment” your girlfriend laughed louder when she finally caught your hand pulling you into her

“Not for very much longer if you keep that attitude Miss Stanway” you mumbled your eyes drifting down to Georgias lips

“Is that so...” Georgia smirked smugly “... me eyes are up here”

“I wasn't looking for your eyes” you mumbled

“Mhm...” your girlfriend hummed still smirking “.... so... about the rest of the house... I want to see if my investment is worth it”

“What?” you asked confused as Georgia took a step back

“You are the worst real estate agent I ever met” Georgia laughed as you stood rooted in place looking dumbfolded

“You can't just...” you stammered looking after your girlfriend stunned

“What? You wanted to show me around and now you just standing there” your girlfriend teased you “... I want to see the rest of me flat”

“Knobhead” you mumbled but started to walk after and then around her

“Heard that...” Georgia smiled

“Bite me” you grumbled

“You wish I would don't you” your girlfriend grinned

“Shut up...” you grumbled as you opened the next door “Here we have.... another bedroom??”

“We have two bedrooms? Why?” Georgia looked over your shoulder into the room

“Ugh... I bet that was Lucy... she really thinking we're sleeping seperately??” you groaned annoyed

“We can sleep in both bedrooms... so it looks like it” your girlfriend shrugged her shoulders

“And....” you grinned biting your lip looking at G innocently “... we can christen both rooms...”

“That... too” Georgia swallowed hard and you saw her eyes darken

“But first...” you smiled sweetly “... lets finish this tour”

“Scuse me?” your girlfriend scoffed

“Payback's a bitch innit?” you smirked as you already had the next doorknob in your hand “Uh... bathroom... spaceous”

“We can shower together” Georgia grinned pushing you forward

“You know as soon as we step into this shower...” you started but then stopped talking waiting for something

“What you're waiting...” your girlfriend asked confused

“Wait for it...” you mumbled

“BUBS???” you suddenly heard your sister

“There it is...” you huffed “Yeah??”

“You have everything you need?” Lucy tried to covered up her need to check on you

“Of course not you Arsebiscuit” you yelled back rolling her eyes “We just moved in”

“Sorry for caring about you” your sister yelled through the door

“You don't care about me... you care about cockblocking me” you grumbled

“You don't HAVE a cock...” Lucy said flatly

“Not a real one... but...” you started to shoot back as Georgia covered your mouth quickly

“That's it... you're coming home with me” your sister said horrofied trying to shouldercheck the door down

“What are you doing here anyway???” you yelled knowing Lucy wouldn't get through that door

“I'm caring about you okay?” Lucy said her voice a little pained as she was rubbing her shoulder

“Luce...” you sighed “... nothing happened in the hour you were gone... I'm good... G's good.... we're good...”

“I just needed to know....” your sister said quietly

“Go home Lucy...” you said softly as you opened the door “We're okay...”

“I just need...” Lucy said before checking you over

“Are you looking for something?” you raised an eyebrow

“No... no...” your sister said quickly

“Lucy!” you exclaimed “We are no rabbits for godsakes”

“Just checking” Lucy held her hands up

“Go home...” you laughed and pushed your sister slightly

“Yeah yeah... I'm going” your sister rolled her eyes smiling when she turned around leaving

“I'm gonna come later” you said quickly laughing as throwing the door shut turning the key when you heard Lucy running against it

“Bubs!!! Open the door” Lucy yelled

“Can't hear you” you laughed from the inside turning around to your girlfriend

“She's going to kill me... you know that right?!” Georgia said flatly her face blank

“Eh... she won't... Alexia won't let her... Alexia loves me too much to let anything happen that makes me sad” you waved off “...so... where were we?”

“I'm not showering with you while your sister breaks down the door shining style” your girlfriend looked at you with big eyes

“Pussy” you snorted as you pulled your shirt over your head throwing it at Georgia walking towards the bathroom

“Can you believe it??” Lucy stormed into her own home where she was greeted with two confused spaniards “She just locked me out...”

“Qué??” Ona tried to understand her girlfriend

“No... no qué” your sister said upset “... I just went to check on her and she locked me out”

“WHO??” Ona asked desperatly

“Y/n!!!” Lucy exclaimed like everyone should know whos she talking about

“Oh my God Lucy!!” the small spaniard exclaimed “You can't be serious... you said you'd run to the store quickly!”

“Yeah well...” your sister said embarressed “.... it was on the way”

“It isn't...” Ona scolded her girlfriend “.... as a matter of fact it's the complete opposite direction”

“I just...” Lucy scratched the back of her neck ashamed “... she's me baby you know”

“But she's not alone... there's a reason why Georgia is here... let them be Lucy” the small spaniard said softly “... I'm worried about her too but she needs that space okay”

“I'll try to get her to come to the Nuo tomorrow okay...” Alexia offered as she poured herself another glass of wine “... I said Georgia could train here while she's around... maybe give her a taste of what it's like here...”

“Georgia burns faster than Keira....” your sister said “.... she'll never survive in the Barcelonean sun”

“I don't see Bebita moving to Germany... so Georgia will need to suck it up and come here” Alexia waved off taking a sip from her wine

“She can suck it up and move here in 150 years” Lucy grumbled making Ona and Alexia laugh

“Let them be Amor...” Ona laughed “... they're cute”

“You've never met them together” your sister grumbled again

“I don't need to meet them... I saw it when Bebita was on the phone talking to Georgia... or when she got a text from her and her whole face lit up like a christmas tree” the small spaniard said softly “... or how when she talked about her her eyes where shining”

“Yeah yeah I get it” Lucy mumbled “... she loves her”

“And Georgia loves the Cariño” Alexia said

“She needs to prove that first” your sister mumbled

“I think she proved it more than once...” the blonde spaniard said flatly “... and she also proved that she'll always respect the relationship you and the Cari have”

“Stop being logical...” Lucy grumbled again “... both of you”

“G?” you yelled down the hallway the next morning

“Yeah?” you heared your girlfriend answer from the bathroom

“Alexia asks if we want to come round this morning or afternoon?” you said looking at the text on your phone “.... she wants to give you a tour”

“I'm nearly ready...” Georgia said as she walked into the kitchen pressing a kiss to your lips “... if you want we can go there now”

“Yeah well genius....” you huffed out “... how will we get there? I don't have a license and you don't know the way”

“But I have a license and you know the way” your girlfriend smiled grabbing an apple

“Yeah right...” you snorted “... as if I knew the way to the fifth circle of hell”

“You're here for months now...” Georgia looked at you confused “... how don't you know how to get to the trainings ground?”

“Lucy or Ona normally drive...” you defended yourself “... I just slam in me in-ears so I don't have to listen to their lovey-dovey shit... it's disgusting once you understand them”

“Is it really that bad?” your girlfriend looked at you

“Worse..” you shuddered “... at the beginning they thought I wouldn't understand them... but at one point I did... made me heave at what Lucy said to Ona”

“Ew” your girlfriend scrunched up her nose

“Yeah... that” you shook your head disgusted “... wait.. we could order an Uber”

“That'll be embarressing” Georgia said munching on her apple

“Then wait... I'll organize something” you smirked going through your phone to find a specific persons number

“Will this get us in trouble?” your girlfriend asked skeptically “Maybe we should just phone Lucy”

“Bullshit” you mumbled waiting for the call to connect “Hey Maps... what you doing right now?”

“Where is Mapí?” Alexia asked looking around the locker room

“No idea... one moment she was behind me the next her phone rang and she was gone” Ingrid shrugged her shoulders “I think she just stepped outside to take the call – it looked important”

“Bueno...” Alexia said a little grumpy knowing Mapí can spent hours on the phone “... I'll give her another 10 minutes – we have a Champions League coming up”

“I'll go looking for her in a minute” Ingride said as she pulled on her cleats

“Gracias Ingrid” the blonde spaniard smiled apprecheating the norwegians offer

“Ningún problema” the norwegian smiled back leaving the locker room

“Buenos Aires Mapí” you grinned slipping into the passenger seat while your girlfriend slipped into the backseat

“Bon dia mi nena” the tattooed spaniard grinned

“Thanks for picking us up” you smiled happily

“Ningún problema” Mapí smiled back as she started to pull out of the Batlle-Bronze driveway

“So... Stansway....” the tattooed woman eyed Georgia through the backmirror

“Stanway... no second s” your girlfriend corrected a little unsure

“How long are you dating mi nena now?” Mapí asked interessted and you chuckled at how she tried to be intemitading

“I don't know how this concerns you but... a little over four month now” Georgia said neutrally but you saw how she started to already get defensive

“Ehrm... Maps...” you said carefully

“Sí??” the blonde not taking her eyes off Georgia

“Ehrm... Ingrid calls you... again” you pointed out seeing Mapí already missed 17 calls

“Uh oh...” Mapí flinched “... we'll just ignore it”

“I don't think that's a good idea” you said your eyes transfixed on the screen of the inboard system

“The ringing will stop in a second” the tattooed spaniard waved off

“Yeah... and it'll start a second later again” you said and the only thing that was missing was your significant “duh”

“We're nearly there anyway....” Mapí defended herself just as the display showed another incomining call from Ingrid

“Princess norwegian will so kill you” you huffed out a laugh

“She won't... I'm to good in satisfying her” the blonde wriggled her eyebrows

“Ew” you deadpanned as Mapí pulled into the parking lot of Camp Nuo – and that's when you saw it “Maps.....”

“Yeah?” Mapí said concentrated as she drove slower trying to find a prarking space

“... keep driving” you said a little panicked

“Qué??” the blonde looked at you confused and you just pointed through the windshield “Uh oh”

There was Ingrid. Her arms crossed. Her face blank but you saw the fuming eyes. And the worst – she was tipping her foot. But what was basically the sudden death was that BEHIND Ingrid stood Alexia... and Lucy... and Ona... and... Keira.

“Just keep driving” you hit Mapís shoulder while Georgia started laughing on the backseat

“María León!!!” you heard Alexia yell and Mapí hit the brakes so hard you nearly hit your head on the dashboard

“Ay díos mio...” Mapís face went white “... we dead!”

“Yeah well... not if you hit the gas pedal and they...” you started to stress out but the front doors of the car already got ripped open and both of you got pulled out of the car

“María Pilar León Cebrián” Alexia growled while pulling Maps ear

“Ouchi ouchi ouchi ouchi ouchi” the tattooed spaniard whined trying to get Alexia to let go off her

“Oh no... ¿Qué diablos estabas pensando? ¿Estás realmente enojado?Te dije específicamente que NO puedes estar sin supervisión con el cariño!! Pon tu trasero a entrenar AHORA MISMO o que Dios me ayude!!!” the blonde captain growled while pushing Mapí forward

“Oh shit...” you mumbled but flinched when Keira grabbed the back of your neck tighter “... the scary woman is angry... damn Kei... that hurts”

“You called her instead of me to pick you up...” Keira growled quietly holding you in place by your neck

“I just know you don't have your phone on you at training” you defended yourself and you pulled your shoulders up trying to get Keira to let go

“Bitsy no... don't try” the blonde englishwoman shook you slightly so you relaxed again before turning her attention to someone else “... and YOU Georgia Marie Stanway...”

“I...” your girlfriend immediately took a step back

“No no... stay put...” Keira said pointing with her free hand next to her “... Luce!”

“Oh please don't let her kill me...” Georgia begged her best friend pulling on Keiras trainings shirt like a little child

“Not for you” the blonde rolled her eyes when she pushed you towards your sister “.. the older Bronze can deal with the other Bronze”

“Oh thank fuck” your girlfriend sighed deeply

“Scuse me??” you exclaimed “... what about me??”

“We both know you weasle your way out of Lucys punishment” Georgia waved off “... you always did”

“Excuse... no wait... that's true actually” you shrugged your shoulders as Keira let go of your neck when Lucy was close enough so even if you tried to run your sister would catch you immediately

“So... Bubs...” your sister said overly friendly as she laid her arm over your shoulders pulling you away

“I swear Georgia...” Keira said staring at her friend “... you better not leave these two hackle anything out because I personally will hold you accountable if something happens to either Bits or Mapí... I told you I need you to step up... I know it's hard because you don't want to end up being the bad guy but these two can't be trusted together”

“I didn't even know who she called” Georgia lifted her hands in surrender “... we were talking about how I don't know the way and she never paid attention and then she said she knows who to call”

“I know... but G... you really need to be alert around her here... Barcelona makes a different person out of her... she's more happy yes... more carefree... but she's also more reckless...” the older player said and your girlfriend nodded along

“Yeah okay... what you think Lucy will do to y/n??” your girlfriend asked and Keira saw that Georgia understood what she meant

“I don't know... most likely... I don't know... no dessert before bed?” Keira shrugged her shoulders and Georgia snorted loudly

“I think that's even worse for her than being grounded” Georgia smirked and Keira started chuckling

“Oh I know... I also know about her secret stash in her sock draw...” the older one smirked “... I don't think Lucy ever caught on with that”

“She has a secret stash??” your girlfriend perked up

“Always in her sock draw...” Keira said nonchalantly “... even on camps”

“Good to know” Georgia mumbled

“Come on... I'll show you around...” Keira said smiling nodding towards the entrance of Camp Nou

“Bubs...” Lucy said sitting you down in the locker room “... stop getting Maps into trouble... you know we need her in 10 days”

“None of you ever has their phone on you when you're in trainings mode” you grumbled annoyed “YOU basically force me to call her”

“No we don't... you know how to use Google Maps right?” your sister rolled her eyes

“I DID use Maps...” you exclaimed

“GOOGLE MAPS... not Maps León” Lucy mimiked your tone

“No need to shout...” you rolled your eyes “... so... what me punishment?”

“Oh that's not on me... Alexia and Irene will decide that” your sister smiled sweetly

“WHAT???!!!!” you exclaimed shocked your eyes wide

“Oh yeah... I'm not intervering with La Reinas wrath” Lucy grinned

“Cariño!” Alexia pushed the door open right this second

“She's not here... please leave a message after the beep...” you quickly jumped behind your sister hiding

“Ven aquí” Alexia said dangerously calm

“No...” you whined

“Cariño....” the blonde warned “... don't keep me waiting... you won't get out of it... Keira already warned me about your tactics”

“Motherfu...” you sweared under your breath but stopped when you heared your sister clear your throat “Sorry” you mumbled

“Ven aquí Cari” Alexia said again and this time you peeked around Lucy

“You need to promise that you don't yell...” you said in a small voice

“I promise I won't yell...” the blonde said softly “... but you won't get away with that”

“You need to promise PROMISE you won't yell” you said a little firmer

“lo juro por mi madre” Alexia rolled her eyes

“Promesa?” you asked again

“Promesa... ven aquí” the blonde pointed on a spot in front of her

“Lucyyyy...” you whined holding onto your sisters trainings shirt

“Oh no.... leave me out of this” Lucy chuckled as she pulled out from behind her “... why do I feel like having a deja-vu??”

“It's just like the first time I met her...” Alexia said shaking her head “... I had to yell at Mapí and she was hiding behind you”

“Ah... yeah... knew it felt weirdly familiar” your sister acknowledged

“In here Cari...” the blonde spaniard pushed you into a meeting room “... we're gonna have a talk”

“I'm....” you tried to quickly turn around “... G... she needs a tour... it's very confusing in here”

“Your girlfriend is already at the gym” Alexia caught you in time to push you back into the room “Keira took care of it”

“Uh oh...” you mumbled when Alexia pushed you into one of the chairs and she sat down opposite you

“You know you're not allowed time with María without any adults...” the blonde started calmly and you really expected her to yell at you but Alexia stayed calm “... so what made you call her?”

“She always answers her phone” you shrugged your shoulders

“As does your sister, Keira or I...” Alexia pointed out waiting for you to continued

“... she's more fun” you mumbled a little ashamed

“That's not a good enough reason...” the blonde scolded you and your face scrunched up a little bit “... you're gonna first help your girlfriend to train and get her knee stabilized again and as soon as you done with her trainings unit you'll come to me and we'll get these irrational thoughts out of your brilliant brain”

“Brilliant brain?” you perked up smiling in your seat

“I will deny saying that” Alexia smiled back and nodded her head to the door “Go... help your girlfriend get fit again... they'll need her...”

“Okay... come on guys...” you clapped your hands together in Munich locker room “... disturb their play early... don't waste engery on running after the quick short passes... they'll pass them quick passes and then play a long ball to the top... I want you to make them work”

“Ehrm... can I say something too?” Alex looked at you carefully

“Ehrm... no?? I won't lose to them snobs...” you shot back before you turning your attention back to the Bayern Munich players while Georgia tried to surpress her snort at Alex offended face “... you guys listen to me... you'll go out there and break ankles if you have to... I won't hear the end of it if Barcelona wins... not from Alexia... not from Mapí and ESPACIALLY not from me sister... so you do what you have to do to win... or at least draw”

“Coach?” Lea Schüller lifted her hand like she was in school

“Yeah?” you and Alex answered at the same time

“Coach Bronze..” Lea clarified and Alex sat down huffing “... you said we should break ankles... is this literally or hypotheticall??”

“Hypothetically” you rolled your eyes “... these guys out there are still me family.... I want someone on Aitana all the time... and on Mario... these two will be an absolut pest”

“What about Putellas and Salma?” Sydney asked trying to memorize what you say

“Salma isn't herself right now...” you said your tone serious “... I don't know what's going on but she doesn't really connect with the team or finish her chances... Stanway will cover Putellas...”

“I'm what?” your girlfriend looked at you shocked

“You on Putellas... gives you some 1on1 time to connect with your crush” you smirked while Magda started to snicker next to Georgia

“You bitch” Georgia exclaimed in disbelieve

“You're welcome...” you smirked back “... oh and Eriksson... if you fuck up against Bonmatí you'll run laps”

“Coach Alex...” Magda whined “... she...”

“Apparently you all listen to her... so don't come running to me now” the Bayern coach huffed sulking

“I want you all to make them work okay...” you went back to being serious with “your” team “... we start with something risky but I think it's gonna throw them off their game enough so we can use that ONE momentum in our favour and score...” you grinned evilly

The players went out on the pitch and you came out after them smiling before you took your turn towards the Bayern Munich bench

“Hola Pequeña” you suddenly heard a voice you haven't heard in a long time and you could HEAR the smile even tho the person stood behind you

“Oh mios dios...” you groaned feaking annoyance

“It's Ay dios mio but okay...” the woman smirked stepping up to stand next to you “... you little traitor told them Germans all the tricks sí?”

“All of them...” you grinned as you felt the person pulling you into a side hug

“Good... take them down a note...” the big woman smirked

“Notch Hermoso... it's take them down a notch not a note” you elbowed her lightly

“You should be grateful I'm talking english to you” Jenni huffed but her smile never faltered

“What are you doing here anyway? Don't you have a game to play with that tequila team of yours?” you teased

“Someone has to do the commentary on that game...” the lanky spaniard smiled

“And they chose you of all people??” you raised an eyebrow but Jenni saw you were just teasing her

“They chose the best as always” Jenni smirked

“Then what are YOU doing here?” you grinned and then squeaked when Jenni pulled you into a headlock

“Would you mind giving an interview?” the dark haired spaniard asked

“Absolutley not... if you want someone to talk to about the game take the coach over there who's sulking on the bench... wait here..” you pointed at Alex when your attention switched to the pitch and you stepped around Jenni “MAGDA ERIKSSON.... is that what you call sprints?? I was faster when I had both my ACLs ripped!!!”

“Okay WOW” Jenni said shocked watching how Magda literally went pale and started sprinting faster “And you want to tell me you're not the coach??”

“At best I'm their motivation coach” you grinned evilly “STANWAY!!!”

“You call your girlfriend by her last name?” the lanky spaniard wondered

“Because when we're in public she's not me girlfriend...” you mumbled and Jenni remembered why

“Ah... yes sorry... I forgot about that detail...” Jenni said softly pulling you into a side hug “... so... prediction for todays game?”

“Hm... 1 – 2 … I don't know for whose side but the teams are pretty equal” you said after a second of thinking

“Mia Madre... I know that you know that I know that you know exactly how this game will end... you ALWAYS know how games will go and how they'll end” Jenni groaned knowing she won't get anything out of you

“Let's see... there are still a few variables I can't predict” you shrugged your shoulders

“How does that brain of yours actually work??” the dark hair wondered and again you just shrugged your shoulders

“How should I know... it just works” you said your eyes transfixed on the pitch “STANWAY!!!”

“You are trully an amazing person y/n Bronze” Jenni laughed as she watched how Georgia flinched when you yelled at her

“G... stop looking out for Keira... it's Tweedledumb you have to cover!!!” you yelled from the sideline and Jona already shook his head in disbelieve how you just stole Alex job coaching a Champions League game

“Who????” Georgia stopped mid run to look at you confused

“TWEEDLEDUMB you spacecadet!!!” you yelled throwing your armes in the air

“WHO???!!!” your girlfriend yelled back even more confused

“She means Patri...” Keira provided helpfully before she stole the ball from Gs feet

“You better get that ball back Stanway or I swear you won't be happy for the next three YEARS!!!!” you screamed at your girlfriend which made Jenni – who stood a little bit further down the sideline – burst out laughing and Georgia immediately sprinting after Keira

“A yellow???!! Really G??” you looked at your girlfriend flatly at the halftime break

“YOU said I should get the ball back” your girlfriend defended herself “You also got a yellow”

“You can be grateful you didn't get a red... tackling Kei off her feet from the back... what the hell were you thinking??” you shot back “... and my yellow was so over the top... that ref should take a course how to ref a game”

“You called her a blind fish who wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a horses arse and its head” Samantha Kerr pointed out

“Awa' n bile your head” you shot at the scott who just bursted out laughing

“Aye a wee scott...” Sam laughed whiping away her tears

“You guys confuse me” Magda suddenly said which resulted in you getting your attention on her

“YOU...” you pointed at the swede “... can you maby stop yapping with the spanish swede over some meatball recepies and start defending... like do the job you have”

“Oooookaaaayy...” Pernille said overly friendly while she grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed you back until you found yourself outside the locker room “... take a breather”

“Nothing was wrong what I said” you exclaimed upset

“Breath...” Pernille calmly repeated and waited until it seem that you calmed down a little bit “... take it down a notch okay... we do what we can out there and the fact that it's still 0 – 0 speaks for the fact that you did a good job with the tactics and that we do our jobs.... so take a deep breath and tell us what we should do in the second half”

“Win” you looked like Pernille lost her mind and the dane started laughing

“Okay then...” the blonde laughed “... let's win then”

“G... there's a space on the 11 for Lea” you yelled and your girlfriend looked up and passed the ball into a small space in between the barcelona midfield “Lea... DoppelWhopper!!”

Georgia played the ball perfectly into Leas run and the blonde passed it immediately to her right to Klara Bühl who was now facing Ona and Ingrid who both came towards the brown haired woman just smirked and passed it back to Lea who stopped the ball just outside the 18yard box waiting for Lucy to come off her position and Lucy as usual didn't disappoint – she ran right into the trap not seeing Pernille coming down the line and Lea just pushed the ball past Lucys feet for Pernille to belt the ball towards Cata. Sadly she just hit the crossbar and you groaned loudly but then you saw how the ball was just a tad to high for Mapí to clear it with her head and it landed right in front of Georgias foot

“SHOOT YOU FRUITCAKE!!!!” you yelled desperatly and Georgia just did that – she pulled her foot back and belted the ball towards the goal

The next seconds were going by in slow motion for you. You saw how Cata scrambled back up and to the other side of the goal where Georgias ball was heading. But she was a millisecond to late. You saw how the fingertips of her Goalkeeper gloves grazed the ball but not enough to get it off its course – you threw your arms in the air screaming loudly even before the ball hit the back of the net. Lea was the first to run towards your girlfriend who just stood there dumbfolded looking like she saw a ghost as the rest of the team caught up on her burying her under a pile of players. The Barca players stood there just as dumbfolded as Georgia was a second ago. That was until Alexia spotting you jumping on Alex back who was laughing loudly carrying you around in the coaching zone. Jenni and Alexia locked eye and Jenni smirked before she started to clap politely while Ale threw her best friend a death glare.

“Vamos!!!” the blonde capitan yelled loudly trying to get her players back into playing mode “Let's go... we won't get dragged down by a goal... we focus and we trust in our ability”

Georgia jogged past Keira grinning from ear to ear when the blonde englishwoman stopped her shortly

“I know you want to go over there right now...” Keira mumbled her head low so no one could catch on “... but you can't G.... you can't risk it”

“Thanks Kei.... I nearly” your girlfriend mumbled back her smile faltering slightly

“I know....” Keira smiled softly “... safe it for later”

“KEIRA!! VAMOS!!!” Aitana yelled seeing Keira talking to the “enemy”

“Come on Magda... don't let her tank you over... she's literally a child” you yelled from the side line as Salma came racing towards Magda “... she's like a century younger than you... you won't catch her... stop her before”

“You really know how to motivate players” Jenni chuckled from your right

“It's not like I'm lying” you grumbled watching how Magda got the ball away from Salma with a clean tackle “Great job Bavarian Swede!!”

“Bavarian Swede??” the dark haired spaniard asked confused

“Yeah... I just can't yell Swede... otherwise the Barca Swede would get confused” you grinned making Jenni laugh

You saw how Alexia stole the ball from Lea and raced down towards Maria Grohs and you knew the way Alexia controlled the ball that it would end up with an equalizer from the catalan

“Fuck me” you groaned and already turned away before Alexia even belted the ball towards the goal

“What?” Jenni asked confused looking after you

“Wait for it...” you just said and three seconds later the stadium errupted in cheers “... there it is”

“You knew Ale would score????” the dark haired woman asked “How??”

“She dribbled with her right foot which means she gonna bring it on her left in the last second the Goalkeeper already off in the wrong direction Ale shoots with her left and bam...” you groaned as you turned around seeing defeat in the Munich players faces

“NO NO NO!!! YOU WON'T GIVE UP.... WE STILL HAVE 15 MINUTES LEFT!! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND PLAY LIKE I KNOW YOU CAN!!!” you screamed at them so loud that Jenni flinched – and she was used to getting yelled at. By Ale. By Montse. By you.

“Jesús... can you please calm down a bit?” Jenni asked rubbing her ear

“I have to beat the best team in the world.... I can't calm down” you gritted through you teeth

“Your team is the first in a long time that put one past Cata... you already can be proud of them” the lanky spaniard

“Do I look proud?? DO I LOOK PROUD HERMOSO??!!” you screeched and pulled Jenni down on her shirt until her face was mere centimeters away from yours

“You know if you wanted a kiss all you need to do is ask” Jenni wriggled her eyebrows pressing a sweet loving kiss to your nose and you pushed her away quickly

“Yuck!!!” you exclaimed and grabbed the next best thing to wipe your nose – which was Alex shirt

“Excuse me??” the Munich coach exclaimed bewildered

“She slobbered on me nose” you whined wiping your nose again on his sleeve

“Coach the team and stop making out with Hermoso” the man grumbled pulling his arm away from you

“Ha... she wishes...” Jenni barked out laughing

“You dinosaur wouldn't able to keep up” you shot back your eyes on the pitch when you saw Cata coming off her line towards Klara

In true Carata Kid fashion Cata took Klara out and you were the first to yell

“OY REF!!!!! YOU SAW THAT FOUL??? CARE TO DO YOUR JOB AND...” you screamed until Lucy quickly sprinted over covering your mouth with her hand

“Shut up you Moron” your sister shushed you “... you already have a yellow”

You continued to yell but with Lucy covering your mouth no one could make out what you muffled loudly

“Bubs... Shut. Up” Lucy growled “... I could leave you shovel your grave deeper but I chose to basically go against my team and help yours... so shut up and accept that you get that freaking PK”

You huffed annoyed and Lucy let you go again “... if this bites me in the ass I'm coming for you”

“... GOOD JOB REF!! WHAT A GOOD REF YOU ARE – YES YOU ARE!! YOU WANT YOUR FUCKING COOK...” you started to yell again immediately and your sister just groaned loudly

This time it was Jenni to step in and she just pulled you into a thight hug so all your angry yelling got muffled by her shirt

“Letmegohemoso” your voice muffled and you tried to push Jenni off you

“Not until you calmed down – jesús you are worse than Alexia” the lanky woman rolled her eyes “Who's taking the Penalty anyway? Your team looks over a little lost”

“21” you mumbled against Jenni and the woman yelled out

“She says Harders” Jenni yelled over

“Harder... you...” you grumbled but the dark haired woman just patted your head in a sisterly way

“She understood” the dark haired woman defended herself “If you promise to be good I'll let you watch”

You just grunted and turned away from Jennis upper body to watch how Pernille walked up to the Penalty point with the ball in her hands. Like the calm person she is she placed the ball down and took about six steps back. Her face stoic with concentration and you saw how she took a deep breath her hands on her hips

“She'll go top left” you mumbled just as the whistle blew and Pernille took another step back before running forward “Good job P”

Just as you said that Pernilles foot connected with the ball and she pushed it to the top left corner while Cata dived right

“You are truly amazing Pequeña you know that?” Jenni said in awe as the Munich players jumped on Pernille celebrating

“Meeh... every player has their tell” you shrugged smiling slightly when the dane truned around pointing at you smiling widely

“I don't” the lanky spaniard protested

“Oh you have the bigget ones Hermoso” you smirked

“Name me one” Jenni huffed

“When you stopp the ball with your chest you let it slide down to your foot on the inside of your leg and you shoot out of the turning movment” you waved off knowing it would eat the spaniard up that you immediately came up with something

“That's not...” the dark haired one started before stopping surprised “... that is actually true”

“I know” you grinned shrugging your shoulders

It was in the 87 minute when for you the world stopped. Barca threw everything at Munich trying to equalize once again but the backline from the german club withheld every attack the catalan club threw at them. But then it happened. Georgia was sprinting down the side line blazing past you when you saw Jana – who came on for Mapí who had muscle problems – coming in for a slide tackle. To your horror your girlfriend didn't see it – she passed the ball forward into the run of Pernille when Jana took out Georgias feet and your girlfriend went down hard. Jana on her part was quickly back on her feet already back in the game while Georgia stayed down clutching her ankle. Then something happened no one saw coming – and that was you. When you saw your girlfriend staying down on the pitch you saw red. The ball was already gone and Jana would've had the chance to stop that tackle but she didn't – you knew it was unexperience on her part but that didn't make you less angry that someone hurt your girlfriend. Jenni wasn't fast enough to grab the back of your shirt as you took off so she just yelled for Alexia to watch out. The blonde barca capitana looked at her best friend bewildered when she saw you sprinting down the side line.

“Lucy!!” Alexia screamed not caring if they received an other goal or not and to her relief Lucy looked up and followed Alexias wild pointing

“Fuck” your sister swore under her breath leaving her position trying to get to you first before you got to whoever you set your mind on “KEIRA!”

But all of them weren't fast enough and you got to Jana first and tackled her rugby style to the ground making the young player squeak in surprise before the air was pressed out of her lungs when she hit the pitch with you on top of her. You quickly turned her around so you were sitting on top of her your fist raised ready to break her nose. But before you could go through Lucy and Alexia were there pulling you off the young player – you weren't you if you'd make it easy for them. You locked your knees around Janas hip and instead of getting you off her Alexia and Lucy dragged Jana back with you – Natasha Romanoff would've been proud of your knee lock you were sure of that.

“Bubs” Lucy begged you “.... let go... come on... she didn't mean it...”

“Cariño... por favor...” Alexia now tried to get you let go of Jana

Now more players filed in – Barcelonean and Munich – trying to help but it only resulted in you getting more aggregated and you even tried to bite Ingrid. Not even Keira was able to get you out of your anger fueled tunnel until your girlfriend came hobbleing over with the help of two physios

“Y/n!” Georgia said sternly her tone on the verge of angry “Let her go... I'm good...”

Just hearing her voice made you snap out of your episode immediately and you looked up your arms still held by Lucy and Alexia when you locked eyes with Georgia standing there all anger left your body and your knee lock around the young Barca player immediately opened up. Your sister and Alexia pulled you up and away from Jana quickly getting some distance between you and her. Your eyes were still locked with your girlfriends while Lucy basically womanhandled you to the side line Georgia slowly hobbleing after you two putting light weight on her foot.

“Just bruising... you'll be good to lightly train in a few days... RICE method okay...” one of the physios said after he inspected Gs ankle carefully and throughfully already slapping an icepack on the ankle

You were sitting in a corner on a chair watching every move from the physio with hawks eyes since you got a red card anyway and were banned for the next two games you had the time to watch the man work on your girlfriends ankle. You had a dark look on your face your anger bubbleing to the surface again when you saw Georgia whince as the ice pack hit her ankle. The man left quickly after that leaving you and Georgia alone with your girlfriend laying back down on the table with a huff

“You want to tell me what the fuck you were thinking?” your girlfriend asked into the quiet room looking at the celing

“I was concerned” you said your voice had an angry undertone

“So you weren't using your fucking brain” Georgia shot back getting angry herself

“No... for a second I wasn't... I was concerned for my girlfriend and potentially her season” you barked back

“We agreed that as soon I step on the pitch I'm NOT your girlfriend...” your girlfriend sat back up looking at you with an angry face “... you fucking can't do that... you can't mix up business and private... what if someone catches on? Do you realize you just sabotaged everything we did to hide this relationship? Do you realize what it could mean for me?”

“Oh that's what this is about... about I'm caring for you... sorry Stanway... it won't fucking happen again” you growled as you stood up walking towards the door knowing Georgia couldn't follow you at the moment

“Don't you dare run away...” Georgia said her voice still angry “... this is not about you caring or not... this is about you behaving like a major asshole towards one of the nicesest players out there and you not thinking what's at stake here...”

“If there's so much at stake then don't worry... there won't be for much longer” you shot back walking out the door throwing it shut behind you

“Y/N!!” your girlfriend (ex-girlfriend?) yelled after you but she wasn't able to follow you

“Fuck!” Georgia swore loudly letting herself fall back onto the table angry – mostly about herself for how she dealt with the situation.

[shadybiotics]

R e d d e r d a y s

× pairing: venture x reader

× words: 1588

× content : afab!reader, cozy, comfort, fluff, period talk, sfw

× summary: You are on your period, not feeling well at all and thus missing from todays training. Venture noticed your absence and decided to check up on you.

[ A/N ] : I was on my period when i started writing this and needed some comfort. Also, for clarity, imagine this is a 2016 ow situation where everyone shares one base with their own rooms etc got it? cool.

You were currently at the shared Overwatch base. Todays agenda included some basic training and an annual rundown of the safety protocol during combat. These were both some of the lighter activities you had the chance to be a part of but even still, you wouldn't be able to attend as you felt like death walking.

You were on your period and you felt awful. In every way imaginable. Your skin tingled with hot and cold flashes, your insides felt funny and you weren't sure if you were going to vomit or faint first.

So you had to skip out on todays activities and stayed in your bunk instead, wrapped in your favourite blankets in your bed. And it turns out that somebody else had similar plans for today.

knock! knock! knock!

A quick succession of sturdy knocks at your door took your attention off of your phone that you've been scrolling on for the past hour or so.

"Who is it?" You tried to groan loud enough for the other person to hear with the little energy you had.

"Its Sloane! I heard you weren't coming to training today and wanted to come by and check up on you! If that's okay I mean."

So it was just Sloane, but why weren't they at training, you wondered. Not giving it much more thought than that you let them in.

The metallic door opened with a click and slid with a heavy swoosh and in entered Venture, wearing their comfiest sweater and some slacks.

"Oh, whats up with you?"

"Not feeling well" You answered shortly, still laying limp in your bed.

"I can tell that" Venture said with a soft chuckle.

"Im on my period" You said a little quieter as they walked over and carefully sat on the bed beside your legs.

"Ooooh yeah you don't look too good" That comment left their lips faster than they could think. You squinted and stared daggers in their direction the moment your brain registered what they said.

"Oops, sorry, didn't mean it like that" they said with a laugh. Venture had a quick glance around your room, mainly noticing the mess on your bedside table. An empty water bottle and a mug, some candy wrappers and a pack of pills. Painkillers, they assumed.

Embarrassment and shame shot through the layers of your discomfort when you noticed them analyzing your room. It was a mess, yes, there were clothes hanging about and a general mess on your desk as well that you didn't feel like cleaning. You swore you would get to it soon.

Venture gently rested their hand on your leg as they said in their most empathetic voice possible, "Im sorry, I cant imagine what it must feel like".

"Well, don't you... too...?" You questioned carefully.

You didn't want to prod too much, asking felt intrusive and intimate. You didn't want to step on any footing Venture felt uncomfortable with but you also couldn't deny your curiosity. It's only human to wonder.

"Oh, yeah! I do get my periods as well but they're usually not as intense... as yours. Never been actually, guess im lucky"

"Guess you are..." You replied a little gloomier while shifting deeper into your bed, wishing you had the same luxury as them.

"But why aren't you at training then?" You got up slightly, a headache warning to hit at the sudden movement, and scooted further into your bed to give them more room to sit. They followed and sat next to you.

"Honestly? I just wanted to catch up on some reading. There's this book on ancient archeology that -turns out- has some errors printed into it, and the writer shared a new edition, highlighting its previous mistakes and . . . " They went on and on but you couldn't help but zone out soon, concentrating only on the pounding in your head.

Reading. Of course the history nerd skips out on training just so they could read some more. How typical of them, you thought, smiling softly to yourself. Your head flopped onto their shoulder, your neck too lazy to support itself.

"-and i wanted to check up on you." That part caught your attention and made your stomach tense, in a pleasant way.

"Well, you did check up on me..." You whispered, still in a low mood, not feeling any better with time. Venture noticed.

"Aww come on, don't be like that!" They grabbed your sides through your shield of blankets, shaking and prodding you playfully. You only groaned at their attempts to make you feel better.

"Ughhh stop it!" You laughed. As groggy and moody as you were, that did lift your mood a bit. It was cute, you thought, how Venture would try to make you feel better despite your sour attitude.

"Come on, let me help you!" They moved to the edge of the bed, as if they were about to leave, one hand on your thigh. "I know, I'll go to the kitchen and grab you something, hm?"

"I don't have anything stored there right now..." Even though there was a cafeteria, everyone usually brought or made their own food and stored it in the shared kitchen and because of your current state you didn't meal prep anything for today.

"Eh, im sure i can find something we can borrow~" They threw you a wink and wide grin. You chuckled at their mischief. It was clear they were willing to go to great lengths to make you feel even slightly better, a blush crept up your cheeks at the thought. It was so sweet of them.

"So, any special requests?"

You thought for a moment. " Ice cream. Please. Im begging." You dramatically added. "Bring me ice cream, anything else might make me actually vomit..."

They lightly pat your thigh before sliding their hand off. "Alright, one order for ice cream! Be back soon!" they sung before hopping off the bed. They glanced your way with warm eyes before walking out the door, as if to tell you not to go anywhere while they were gone.

They didn't dare to say anything, but you looked so cute like this. You could clearly use some help or support, yet you wouldn't dare to bother anybody for it. They could think of several agents who would come running at your word if need be. It was like trying to help a stubborn sick cat, Venture thought as they left.

And so, you waited.

. . .

Your door slid open again and you saw Sloane hunched over, hurrying inside with a goofy smile, checking behind them as the door slid close. You immediately smiled upon seeing them. Their hand slid under their sweater and you watched as they clumsily pulled out a tub of ice cream that they were hiding. "Ah-cold-cold-cold!" they hissed. You laughed at the scene in front of you.

"Did anybody see you??" You questioned, still in awe.

"Psh! I hope not!" They hopped back on your bed next to you with other things in hand.

"Here is your ice cream" they wiggled their brows at you with a cheeky smile, clearly proud of the little thievery they just accomplished.

"Aaaand, since you have no other plans for today, i brought my book with me! I thought we could go over the errors together." They said excitedly as they pulled out a brand new beige book with golden rims. "It will help pass the time and keep your mind off of that uh, tornado inside you." They flashed their signature smile.

They were really sweet, just so so sweet. The care and consideration they showed for you made you feel so fuzzy inside and you couldn't stop smiling. It was an unusual feeling, but you enjoyed it. You smiled back at them.

"But before then, here, drink some tea, careful! Its hot." They handed you a hot mug of what smelled like... chamomile tea? You weren't entirely sure. "I forgot to ask which one you liked, but i heard this one is meant to soothe and relax... or something like that". They watched intently as you took a careful sip.

"Aah! Hot!" You hissed.

"Told you so" They chuckled at the funny face you made.

You put the mug aside to let it cool off a bit first. Instead, you gladly took the tub of ice cream off of Ventures hands. As you began digging in Venture scooted closer to you again and cozied up next to you in bed and you shared your blanket with them.

. . .

In between Sloanes reading, you would spoon feed them some of the ice cream. Their eyes remained glued to the pages and their voice now a little muffled with their mouth full of the cold sweets.

Sloanes warm voice and the sound of flipping pages proved to be much more relaxing than that tea. Their voice soon melted into the background and you focused on the sound of your own slow, steady breathing as your eyelids began to feel heavy. Soon your eyes fell closed. Still mindful of their presence next to you, you appreciated this moment and cozied up even closer as you shifted more of your weight onto Ventures arm. A soft blush tinted their cheeks as you let out a content sigh.

In turn, Venture lifted their arm, letting you rest on their chest instead. Their arm snaked around you, keeping you close and secure. The rumbling of their voice in their chest soon turned into a lullaby as Sloane continued their reading.

[beomiracles]

「 CRIMINAL CONSCIENCE 」

SYNOPSIS moving rapidly through your career as one of the leading female investigators, you never once encountered a case you couldn't crack. though you never expected for your past mistakes to come back and haunt you in the form of an ex lover, accused of murder.

wc -> 4.3k

pairings criminal!beomgyu x investigator!reader warnings for tape 04 mentions of substance abuse, implied sexual themes, HIGHLY suggestive sexual content but not full on smut, attempts at SA (refrain from reading if you are easily triggered by such themes!)

GENERAL WARNINGS ─ this story contains dark themes, portraying unhealthy and toxic relationships as well as substance abuse. PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK.

✎ NOTE, this story is partly told in flashbacks. beware of time stamps as present and past is mixed throughout the story.

the tape recordings

tape 04 ─ I know you

April 17th 2022 

Beomgyu’s car was just like you had imagined it. A sleek black model with tinted windows and dark leather seats. It ran far smoother than your old rundown Volvo and as Beomgyu swiftly passed the cars crowding the roads, you leaned back against the cool leather.

The silence was making you rather uncomfortable but you had little clue of how to break it. It was awkward enough that you were currently in his car; after yesterday’s events you were unsure on what terms the two of you were on. 

You decide to take a safe route and ask what you thought was a reasonable question. “Where are we going?” Internally cringing at how weak your voice sounded as you shifted in the passenger seat. Beomgyu’s gaze is fixed on the road in front of him despite only keeping one hand leisurely on the wheel. “Where was your friend supposed to take you?” His voice is casual and seemingly unbothered by the awkward situation. 

“Ah, she was just taking me home, I didn’t have my car with me so…” you trail off as you pick at the polish on your nails. With his free hand Beomgyu swipes a finger over the screen in between your seats, the device flashes with a small GPS and a white search bar — he motions for you to type your address in. 

“Where’s your car?” he bluntly asks and your finger almost slips across the small screen. “Oh, at..at home”, you mumble as you finish typing the address, the device immediately shows a suitable route and Beomgyu casts a quick glance in its direction. “Why?” he then inquires and you wonder if he always pried this much into people’s lives. Yet you found yourself wanting to tell him, wanting to be open with him. 

“One of my classmate’s gave me a ride”, you explain as you fiddle with the hem of your bag, placed neatly on the floor between your legs. He hums next to you as his fingers drum against the steering wheel. “You like your classmates?” His question catches you off guard, did it really matter if you liked them or not? What was it to him anyways, he only ever saw you for sex. 

“I guess”, you shrug, albeit unsure of how to properly answer. Beomgyu doesn’t say anything and for a moment the same stale silence fills the car. It was hard, making conversation with him; you never knew how to answer the questions he threw at you — in turn you didn’t know how to counter said questions with ones of your own. He often seemed to dismiss indulging in any personal information regarding himself, yet he found no shame in dwelling deep into the details of your own life. 

It made you wonder what kind of fascination he had with you. You trusted what Kayla had said about him not seeing the same woman twice, so what was his deal with you? Was there something more behind all the occasions in which he’d asked to see you, was there a reason he had picked you up today, and why were you not made aware of his intentions. 

The feel of his ring clad hand on your left thigh startles you from your thoughts, fingers snaking between your legs to rest at your inner thigh. “Music?” he asks and you hum, “sure..” He nods toward the small screen on the dash, “pick somethin’ good yeah.” 

Pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, your fingers swipe across the many artists displayed. “Do you like BTS?” It was seemingly impossible to read him, his music taste? even less. Beomgyu huffs as he squeezes the flesh of your thigh gently, “that boy band?” you nod, finger hesitating over the play button. You weren’t in any way ashamed of your music taste, but when in the presence of Beomgyu you somehow felt the need to please him, even if that meant changing minor details about yourself. 

He quirks a brow in the direction of your hesitating hand, “sure why not”, he shrugs and you breathe out a small sigh of relief. The rest of the car ride is spent mostly in silence save for the occasional interrogating questions fired by Beomgyu as his fingers trace your inner thigh. 

At last; after twenty long minutes, the car comes to a stop outside of your apartment complex. Finally feeling some sort of relief you step out of the car, only to frown when Beomgyu does the same. “Wait, why are you getting out?” the question slips past your unguarded lips and Beomgyu raises a brow as he shoves his hands into his pockets. “I’ll see where you live”, it was a statement not a question — with those exact words he marched inside the building. 

It takes two tries to get your rattling keys into the keyhole and you swallow a gulp as the door to your small apartment swings open. The flat was small and the building rather old, but you had decorated the place to the best of your abilities — it was home for you, oh and…meeeow~ 

Your furry roommate gazes up at you with an expectant look as her tail pads against the floor behind her. “This is Nala”, you say as you give the small cat a few scratches. “She’s not very fond of new people so…” your words fall short as Nala trots over to where Beomgyu stands and brushes against his legs in a loving manner, “or not..” you awkwardly chuckle at your cat's odd behavior. 

Leaning down to give the feline a few pats, Nala purrs in response to his actions and Beomgyu smirks, “cute little thing you are.” It felt strange, seeing Beomgyu so affectionate towards anything really. “I didn’t take you for a cat person.” Your comment makes him raise a questioning brow, “no?” You shake your head, “well, you sort of strike me as more of a dog person..” 

He seems to be considering your words as he lets go of your cat to stand back up, “I like dogs”, he shrugs as a small smirk creeps its way to his lips. He takes a step in your direction, “dogs are loyal, pliant even.” Upon finishing his sentence he’s merely inches from you, pressing you up against the wall of your small hallway without as much as touching you. From this close the pungent smell of his cologne invades your senses, it’s a familiar and intoxicating scent. He smelled almost minty, refreshing, like the blow of the wind on a cold winter day. 

Blinking a few times, your eyes regain focus as they meet his dark ones. “Dogs are predictable”, he drawls, “cats aren’t.” What did that have to do with being a dog or cat person? You had always thought the question to be rather trivial — let people like what they like. Was there really more to what type of pet you kept. 

“You’re right”, he then says, “I don’t like cats.” Though he quickly casts a glance in the direction of Nala who was busy cleaning herself as she sat by the shoe rack. “But I like your cat”, he states and you frown, “Nala?” Beomgyu nods as he turns his attention back to you, “you need to earn a cat's trust. Usually that is not something I waste my time with”, his voice is low and you can feel his fingers feathery touch along your waist. 

“Perhaps with this one I will”, he murmurs, dark eyes piercing yours in such a way that would easily get anyone entranced. His words suddenly have you wondering if Nala was still the subject of your conversation. Though you get no chance to question him further before he pulls away and ventures into your living room. 

You quickly scramble to follow him as Beomgyu wastes no time in grazing the tips of his fingers along your crowded bookshelves; not hesitating to pick a few framed photos up to inspect them closer. Awkwardly rocking on your heels, you watch as he practically searches your living room. “This your mom?” he questions as he flips the picture frame to face you, squinting slightly you nod, “from when we visited Madrid…” you mumble. Beomgyu hums as he places the photograph back in its designated place. 

“Do you uh, want anything to drink…tea, coffee?” Your attempt to keep him from prying seems futile as Beomgyu shakes his head. Instead he nods toward the open bathroom door, “go get yourself dolled up.” Your brows draw together in a frown, parting your lips in an unspoken question, which Beomgyu quickly beats you to, “I’m takin’ you out, dollface”. Taking you out? Oh...OH! He was taking you out! 

“I, s-sure..yeah– I’ll, I’ll be thirty minutes.” You stammer before quickly excusing yourself to the bathroom. Thirty minutes? What on earth were you thinking, there was no way you’d be able to get ready in thirty minutes. Let us hope that he has as little perception of time as he has of others' privacy, you thought as you pull your shirt over your head. 

February 20th 2024 – PRESENT TIME

“What’s going on?” Yeonjun sighs as he leans against the desk opposite you, hands digging deep into his pockets and a concerned look on his face. You grasp the glass of water tightly in your hands as you focus on the way the cold liquid moves rather than your senior’s question. 

After the scene you had caused over at the house, Yeonjun had pulled you aside to talk to you in private. “I seriously need you to tell me what’s happening”, his voice sounds tired and you can tell that he is too. You wanted to tell him, you had been wanting to tell someone, anyone — for the past ten months. But truthfully, you didn’t know how to. 

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as your fingers anxiously tap against the glass. “Look, if you can’t do it, then it’s totally fine”, he runs a hand through his hair, “but you need to tell me so that I can get someone else on the case.” As soon as those words leave his lips you find yourself shaking your head, Yeonjun lets out a frustrated sigh as his hand drags across his face. 

You knew that you were probably doing more harm than good being on this case, but letting it go to someone else, you just couldn’t. Why? You didn’t know. Perhaps it had to do with some fucked up part of you that thought you knew Beomgyu, that you could read him in ways others couldn’t — that was of course a lie. For the one year you spent in his presence, you couldn’t figure him out, not once, and you were sure you never would, no one would. 

“I can tell that it’s affecting you”, your colleague murmurs, it was obvious that Yeonjun cared a lot for you and in any other instance you would have listened to him. This was different. When you finally lift your gaze to look at him your eyes are filled to the brim with glistening tears. “I have to do this”, you whisper and your senior looks at you with so much pity that you thought you might just break down in front of him. 

Shaking your head once more, the first droplet falls from your eye, “I’m afraid that if I don’t…it’ll never be okay again.” Your voice comes out shaky and pitched, but you can’t find it in you to care in the slightest. Perhaps this was the closure you needed, to complete this case and write Beomgyu out of your life once and for all. So you told yourself. The emotions you were feeling, were all old feelings resurfacing. Nothing you wouldn’t be able to handle. 

Yeonjun sighs as he pushes himself off the desk. “Alright”, he agrees, “but you’ll promise to tell me when things get too much.” Wiping your face with the back of your hand, you nod, “thank you…” Your senior nods, “you’re one of my best investigators”, he says as he hands you a tissue, “don’t forget that you’re also human.” 

April 17th 2022 

You didn’t recognize the restaurant Beomgyu had taken you to, situated on a lonely and dark street, yet the diner was filled with people. Beomgyu on the other hand seemed more than at home in your current environment as he happily chatted with both waiters and the people sitting by the nearby tables. 

Their conversations ranged from the most dull and daily topics, but there was something else lingering in the air. Similar to that of the club Beomgyu had taken you to on your second encounter. Whatever it was it clung to him, the multiple glances from almost everyone in the room did not go unnoticed by you. Everyone seemed to know who he was, yet as you sit in front of him, you suddenly feel like you’re the only one in the room who doesn’t. 

Beomgyu turns his attention toward you once more, gaze lingering on the red dress you had carefully picked out. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, “you look wonderful, dollface.” The simple compliment manages to bring color to your face and you bite back a small smile, “thank you.” Suddenly you don’t mind that you might be the only person who had yet to be made aware of who he really was. Why should that matter when he was with you, and not them. 

Your waitress had been quick to bat her lashes toward him, to pout her lips and bite on her pen as Beomgyu ordered. Double checking and checking again that she got it right, almost tripping over her feet as she leaned forward to ‘hear’ him better. All the while she had almost forgotten to take your order, and when she finally turned to you, it was with a heavy sigh and a nasty look on her face. Beomgyu hadn’t seem to notice her blunt advances, if he did he simply didn’t acknowledge them.

Perhaps that was what you got for being seated with the most handsome man in the room. Going out like this, at a restaurant, it had to mean that he was serious about you, right? At least in your books it did. You could admit that you were slightly traditional when it came to dating, but going out to dinner — well it wasn’t exactly something that fuck buddies did. 

“What’s got your mind so preoccupied, dollface?” Beomgyu sets his glass down as he studies your distant expression. Fiddling with the foot of your own glass, you avoid his gaze to the best of your abilities. “I…well” — the low vibrations erupting from your phone shakes you off path and you glance toward the screen. Beomgyu doesn’t say anything as he rests his chin atop his intertwined fingers; seemingly unbothered and not expectant of an explanation.  

“It…it’s Kayla, she’s asking about our next meet up.” You give him one anyway. You knew that you didn’t owe him anything, yet you found yourself wanting to reassure him, not that you were sure such a thing was needed. “You’re busy tomorrow”, he suddenly declares and you glance at him in confusion. He nods toward your phone, “tell your friend, you’re busy tomorrow.” 

His words left much to desire, but as Beomgyu took another sip of his drink, you knew that he wasn’t going to let on to any further information. Shoving your phone into your bag, you nod “alright, I’ll do that.” 

As another waiter comes to clear your now empty plates; all the while Beomgyu mutters something in his ear, you’re suddenly left with no more distractions. The lingering eyes on your table become the center of your attention. Why did they keep staring like that? You had done nothing to garner their attention yet you felt like there was a huge light pointed right at you. Maybe it was all in your head, maybe you were going crazy. 

In the midst of it, you fail to notice how Beomgyu watches you, studying your almost frightened face. The small hum leaving his lips snap your eyes back toward him and he looks at you expectantly. Swallowing a gulp your eyes flicker between the crowded tables and him. “They’re…they’re staring” you whisper, Beomgyu doesn’t spare your audience a glance, his gaze fixed on you. 

“Do you not like it?” he mumbles, studying your face closer, as if searching for clues allowing him to enter your mind. Biting your lower lip you give a small nod. Before you get another word out, he gets up and you scramble to do the same. With his hand on the small of your back, Beomgyu guides you past the many tables and to a secluded corner of the room, near the exit. His breath is warm against your ear as he whispers, “stay here and I’ll pay”, before pressing a kiss to your cheek. That was certainly not something fuck buddies did. 

Feeling shielded by the dim light of your corner, you lean against the cool wall as your eyes flutter closed. Maybe Kayla had been wrong about him, just maybe. The sounds of approaching footsteps sends a wave of relief through you, he was already coming back. 

But it’s not Beomgyu’s voice that breaks the silence surrounding you. “You new around here miss?” the raspy voice of an unknown man has your eyes shooting open as you push yourself off the wall. “I would be sure to remember a face like your own”, he then adds as he eyes your frame with a little too much interest. 

He was tall. Possibly even taller than Beomgyu, and older too, he had to be in his mid thirties at least. Yet he seemed persistent in introducing himself, “the name’s Han-jae”, he reaches for your hand but you quickly withdraw it. “Ah, I’m afraid that I’m with someone for tonight..” you stammer as your eyes feverishly scan for Beomgyu. 

The man chuckles, “I bet you are, pretty thing like you, it would be pure luck to find you alone.” He leans closer and the sudden stench of alcohol invades your senses, “but it seems I just did”, a nasty smirk grows on his lips as his hand grabs a firm hold of your wrist. 

Your heart practically leaps out of your chest as the man's tight grip on your arm threatens to cut off all blood flow. Suddenly you regret not taking the self defense lessons together with Kayla, it would have perhaps saved you in a situation like this. “I…I really am here with someone..” Your meek attempts at persuading the strange man had little effect as the smirk on his lips only grew. 

“I’m sure you are, doll” he muses as he pulls you closer to him. Upon coming almost face to face with him, you can make out his bloodshot eyes and widened pupils; he was on something, that much you could tell. A ring clad hand suddenly joins the man’s hold on your wrist and your gaze snaps in the direction of none other than Beomgyu. 

Despite his intoxicated state the man seems to recognize him as the grip on your wrist falters. “Mr Choi” he exclaims, uncertainty flashing across his features. Beomgyu lets go of his hand with a small grimace before disregarding the man and turning to you. “You okay, dollface?” he asks as his fingers trace along your jaw, you give him a small nod as you cradle your sore wrist. 

“‘S a pretty little thing you got there”, the man comments, his speech growing slurred. Beomgyu’s fingers drop from your face as he casts a glance in the direction of the man. “What?”

The man grins as he motions toward you, “almost mistook her for a doll, pretty girl was standin’”, he hiccups, “all alone, but now I see who she was waiting on.” Beomgyu doesn’t say anything as he regards the man with a sultry look. Obliviously, the man continues to ramble, “but you’ll do me the favor of letting me know when you’re done”, the grin on his lips grows, “I’ll be happy to take up wherever you left off–” 

Whack!

The man’s words are cut short as Beomgyu’s fist comes in contact with his jaw, metal rings clashing against his teeth. He stumbles backward as he grabs onto his face with a small whine. Your own jaw falls open as the scene before you unfolds and if your heart nearly beat out of your chest earlier, this certainly didn’t help. 

Beomgyu doesn’t spare him a second glance, and neither does anyone else…In fact no one batted as much as an eye in the direction of the wounded man. Their conversations flowed without interruption and suddenly everyone avoided even glancing Beomgyu’s way. 

Too stunned to even speak, you let him guide you out of the restaurant, you don’t question him when he opens the door to the backseat rather than the passenger one, and neither do you when he gets inside along with you, nor when he slides down on the floor between your legs. 

The cool metal of his rings sends small sparks through your body as his hands caress your inner thighs. He lets out a soft sigh and as his eyes meet yours, you suddenly find it hard to fault him for punching a man. “Dollface?” his breath is hot against your naked skin. Swallowing another gulp you glance down toward him, yes? your words barely above a whisper. 

Beomgyu sighs as his hands push past the hem of your crimson dress. “You need to be careful”, he murmurs as his fingers trace the outline of your panties, earning a soft gasp from you when they brush against your clothed clit. “There are tons of dangerous men out there” he presses a soft kiss to your thigh. 

“Men who won’t hesitate to take advantage of you.” Fingers slipping past the fabric of your panties as they caress your already glistening folds. The cold rings against your warm core pulls a small gasp from you. His touch clouds your mind and turns your vision hazy. “Who knows what could’ve happened to you if I hadn’t been there”, he mumbles as his thumb grazes your clit, eliciting a sweet moan from you. 

He retracts his hand and your hips buck in an attempt to chase his fingers. The same fingers that hook around the lining of your panties and with a harsh tug he pulls them down your thighs and past your knees. “Promise me you’ll be careful, dollface” he breathes against your wet cunt and you nod as you squirm beneath him. 

“Need to hear you say it”, he groans as his tongue drags across your folds, earning a soft cry from you, “promise me.” His voice sounded almost pleading and you clenched around nothing. “I will, I will, I will…I’ll be careful I promise”, you ramble as your fingers intertwine in his dark hair, twisting and pulling at it. “That’s what I wanted to hear”, he murmurs before pressing a kiss to your cunt. 

February 20th 2024 — PRESENT TIME

You were supposed to have gone home earlier, a lot earlier. In fact Yeonjun had offered to take you home by lunch, yet you had declined. Instead you found yourself lingering by your office as the hours passed by. When 5 o’clock hit, your colleagues began venturing home, you stayed. By 7 the office was completely empty. 

Soon you started walking, though unsure of why, or where your goal was, you walked. Floor up and floor down, mindlessly passing the multiple vacant offices and meeting rooms. At last you found yourself by the interrogation rooms, perhaps you thought it would ease the lump in your throat to go there, but it didn’t. So you kept walking. 

You don’t know how you ended up at Beomgyu’s cell. Your feet led you to the few rows of empty rooms, all but one. The door only allowed a small window in which you could gaze into the room, it was dark but you knew that he was there. 

Did you miss him? Was that why you were here? You had told yourself that you wanted answers, but did you really? — were you even ready to hear them? You should turn back, go home, sleep, possibly call in sick tomorrow. Instead you knock. 

Three soft knocks later and a small light is flicked on somewhere inside the room. A trembling hand slides the small window to the side, allowing you to hear him, and him to hear you, to touch you even, but you wouldn’t allow that. 

Beomgyu doesn’t seem surprised at your sudden appearance, a smirk spreading across his lips, he had expected you to visit him. “Dollface”, the name sends your heart into a minor frenzy, “it’s a little late to be working still, no?” he asks as he tilts his head to the side, studying your unblinking expression. 

You swallow, “perhaps”. He chuckles and you’re once again reminded of how hard you thought he was to read. Maybe that was what made him so intriguing to you. “Yet you’re here”, he murmurs, eyes glinting in the same way they had when you first met. 

“But you shouldn’t be”, he states and you know that he’s right. 

You should most definitely not be here right now. But as your gaze meets his you suddenly realize why you are. Because despite everything a small part of you clings onto the faint hope — the hope that he isn’t what you know him to be. Because a small part of you wants to believe that Beomgyu is innocent.

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୨ৎ SKATER GIRL ─ HANNI PHAM.

— 004. XXX STREET, WRITTEN.

3:00 PM / 📍 xxx street ⁉️

Hanni immediately walked onto the porch of what seemed like Beomgyu’s house. She quickly moved her hand to knock on the door, waiting for anyone to answer. Hanni hoped the boy she was looking for would answer. She stood there for a couple of minutes, in silence. She reached up to know again, but before she could hit the door, she heard quick footsteps that rushed to open the door.

The door swung open as Hanni's hand was halfway knocking, nearly hitting the person who opened the door. “I’m sorry!” She rushed out and immediately put her hands to her sides before looking at whoever opened the door.

Hanni’s expression dropped, only for her to realize who it was.

Yn. 

“Hanni?” Yn asked, staring at the girl with a confused face. She wondered why the girl was standing in front of her door.

“Uh—” Hanni stared at the girl for a moment, stuck in place, before snapping out of the trance. Yn seemed to put her in again.

“Um, Haerin told me this is where Beom lives; I might’ve gotten confused with the houses or something,” Hanni explained as she looked around, trying to figure out if it was the right house or not, and if it was, why was Yn at his house?

“He does, but he is not home,” Yn says, making Hanni's head snap towards her. Yn saw the gears turning in Hanni's head, already knowing what the girl was thinking.

“Ew, I see your thoughts; he’s my brother,” Yn explained without Hanni asking.

Hanni let out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. "Wait, he’s your brother?” Hanni questioned.

“Unfortunately,” Yn replied sarcastically, not meaning it since she did kind of love her brother.

“Oh.” That was all Hanni said.

She was going to murder Choi Beomgyu. Why? For one, stealing her skateboard, and for two, never introducing her to his sister, who was, by the way, the prettiest girl she has ever seen. "Anyways, why are you here?” Yn spoke, breaking Hanni out of her thoughts.

“Oh, Beomgyu stole my skateboard, and I thought he would run back home with it.” Hanni quickly gave the girl a rundown of what happened. Only to realize that Beomgyu had her skateboard, and she didn’t even know where he was.

“Oh, I can get him home if you want.” Yn said, moving the door wider so Hanni could come in, “You can wait here for him to come.”

Hanni nodded her head awkwardly, muttering a small “thank you” to Yn before walking into the home.

“I’ll be back; I’m going to go get my phone,” Yn says before quickly walking upstairs to her room.

Hanni stood quiet, looking around the home of the Choi's, taking in every single detail in sight, from the pictures of the siblings on the walls to the random handmade mini figures laid out on a shelf near the living room TV. She subconsciously moved closer to the figures, admiring the work of whoever she could assume was Yn. How did she know it could be from the girl—stalking the girl’s account? Duh.

She heard footsteps from the stairs, making her turn in the direction of Yn. “I texted him that the microwave exploded again.”

Hanni's brows furrowed at the word ‘again’, “Again?” She asked, as confused as her facial expression was.

“Oh, yeah. Beomgyu did something to make the microwave explode once; I still don’t know how he managed to do it.”

Hanni snorted at the thought of Beomgyu doing that, finding it funny how that just made sense for the boy to do. 

“He’s so stupid,” Hanni says with a light laugh.

“He is,” Yn said with a disappointed look, shaking her head with her hands on her hips as if she were a disappointed mother.

After a couple of minutes of waiting, the front door swung open, making Hanni perk up. “I’m home! And I brought a new microwave!” Beomgyu's voice echoed throughout the house as he walked closer into the house.

Beomgyu's brows furrowed at the silence. He walked farther in the hallway, close to where the girls were in the living room. "Oh, my god. What if she was dead? What if the microwave got to her?” Beomgyu mumbled to himself, loud enough for the girls to hear in the other room, making the pair turn to each other, holding back a laugh that’s begging to spill out.

“Yn!” Beomgyu yelled out, now walking into the living room where the two girls stood.

Beomgyu looked between them, microwave in hand, now realizing why Yn called him home.

She set him up.

“You set me up?” Beomgyu asked. Acting as if his sister had set him up for something horrible. Which wasn't; he’s just dramatic.

“You stole her skateboard.” Yn speaks as she walks up to the boy, slapping his neck.

“Hey!”

“Hi!” Yn replied, giving the boy another slap. Beomgyu let out a sigh, rubbing his neck to ease the pain.

“Stop hitting me! I’m older!” Beomgyu complained.

“Older and stupid. Give her skateboard back.” Yn told him, pointing to Hanni, who was trying to hold back a laugh from Yn slapping Beom. Beomgyu scowled at Hanni, noticing that she was laughing at the situation.

Hanni noticed this and shrugged, “What? You took my board.”

“But you took my Bob!”

Hanni rolled her eyes with a snort. “And what? I look better in it.” Hanni teased the boy while gesturing to her head. She still had the wig on, and she was right. She did look into it.

Beomgyu rolled his eyes before turning to his sister and saying, “Kick her out before I snatch that thing off her head.” Beomgyu walked away with the microwave in hand.

“Where is her board?” Yn yelled out to the boy. He turned around quickly, pointing to the front door with his body before facing away from his sister to place the microwave on a counter.

Yn shook her head with a smile at Beomgyu’s dramatic exit before turning towards Hanni. “Well, you can steal your board back.”

“Thank you.” Hanni gave Yn an awkward smile before walking towards the door and grapping her skateboard.

“Uh, I’ll go now, thanks.” It was almost like a fuse switch, Hanni immediately going from slightly normal to her normal awkward self, who can just barely talk to pretty girls.

Yn noticed the sudden switch, finding it entertaining more than anything. “So you’re back to being awkward?”

Hanni scratched her hand awkwardly and said, “Yeah, I guess so.” She replied.

“But thanks for letting me wait here.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Yn said with the tiniest that Hannni could not see since she was too buddy, avoiding Yn’s face. "Try not to run over people with your board or lose it to some idiot.”

“Hey! I heard that!” Beomgyu’s voice echoed from the other room.

“Good!” Yn yelled back at him.

Hanni smiled at the interaction, “I’ll try not to. Especially lose it to some idiot.”

“Guys, What the fuck, I’m literally in the other room!” Beomgyu once again yelled from the kitchen with annoyance.

“Shut up, bob boy,” Yn said.

And with that, Hanni slowly moved to the house door. Sending a quick wave before walking out of the house. Almost immediately regretting it.

“I was in the same house as her, and I didn't ask her for a number... again.” Hanni sighed at her stupidity and wasted the opportunity to ask for the girl's number again.

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First Date

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: It's no denying that their first date is a little rocky to begin with, but as things settle Simon wondered if he is in too deep. Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), mentions of alcohol, suggestive conversation, slight mention of smut, canon-typical swearing (I mean, it's Ghost for fuck sake!).

Bloody fucking hell. It was still beyond him why Simon had actually agreed to this mess. Why had he done this to himself? Maybe he’d had too much to drink. Maybe a pretty face made him completely lose his mind… or whatever was left of it. Whatever the reason was he was here now. Waiting in an Italian restaurant with a cold lager half-finished beside him and the chair opposite him empty. Maybe you’d thought better of it. Maybe that was for the best. Fuck, it still fucking hurt though…

A sudden flutter of commotion came from behind him. Looking over his shoulder to watching as you rushed across the room, removing your coat to reveal a beautiful silky dress that contoured to your frame seamlessly, his eyes had lingered on your body for so long he almost missed the guilty smile you shared with him. “Bloody taxi driver got the wrong restaurant.” You announced before allowing your tense shoulders to fall. “I’m not typically this flustered – I promise.”

“I believe you.” Simon then rose and stepped around the table, taking your chair in hand and pulling it out for you to sit in before tucking it in. There was a lot you could say about Simon Riley, but he was a gentleman to the people that deserved it the most. After giving you a few moments to settle Simon finally asked. “You want a drink?” Taking a swig of his own beer and quirking his brow at you. “God, yes. I’d literally murder for a white wine.” Your dramatics made him laugh, like genuinely, he wasn’t really sure the last time someone had made him do that… Pushing those thoughts to the back of his mine Simon flagged down the waiter and ordering you one.

“What s’it you do for work?” Simon asked then, forgetting for a moment that it might be very possible for you not to be established into the working world yet, especially with how long young people seemed to stay at university now. “I’m a barmaid down at the Golden Lion.” Oh, he knew that place. It wasn’t so fancy up-and-coming gastropub. No, it was a rundown old pub owned by a miserable git. He knew the type of tossers that went in there too. “It’s not what I want to do forever, but it works right now.” There was an easy shrug to your shoulders before you admitted. “I’m an artist.” The words had drifted from your mouth with such ease. An artist. That wasn’t a real job, Simon thought. “You got any backup plans, kid?”

You blinked at him blankly before a grin spread across your features. “You sound like my parents.” Brushing away the question with another carefree shrug. That second Simon hated your optimism. It was that same optimism all kids your age had. That same sense that the world owed them their dreams. There was this malicious part of Simon that wanted to burst your bubble, deflate your self-entitled ego and remind you that the real world didn’t care about your dreams or your wants. Your voice cut through the silence again. “Who knows, it probably won’t work out, but I want to try just for a few more years.”

“Yeah…” Jesus, he felt like such a prick. He had just assumed that you was just some dumb kid that felt like the world owed them something, but… but you were just a hopeful girl that was chasing a very tricky and far away dream. Who was he to judge? You’d found a way to sustain yourself whilst also trying to navigate into a very select profession. “You any good?” His cheeks suddenly set aflame at how the question sounded on his tongue. “Your art, I mean. Is it good?”

A delicate giggle bubbled in your throat as you finished your wine with a quick swig. “I like to think I’m pretty good…” Lifting your sultry and inviting gaze to find his own. “Maybe I could show you sometime…” Simon couldn’t believe it when he felt his heart fucking stutter in his chest. Fucking hell. It was that moment that he realised was in deep here. Clearing his throat Simon adjusted himself discreetly in his seat. It was going to be a hard end to this dinner – no pun intended.

Leading her across the carpark Simon stood beside the waiting cab, hand on the open door as you spoke softly to the driver through the window. A moment later you gazed up into his eyes and offered quietly. “I had a really nice time tonight…” The sweetness of your tone was enough to warm him even in this bitter night air. “Yeah…” He grunted out. “Me too…” Adding swiftly a moment later causing you to breathe out a subtle sigh of relief. “Are you gonna put me out of my misery and take me out again, or gonna make me beg for it?” Jesus, the idea of you begging was something that made his heart race. Knelt. Eyes pleading. Every inch of you- Stop. He can’t do that right now.

Placing a firm finger under your chin Simon jutted her head back forcing you to meet his intense gaze. “Get the feeling you don’t beg all that often, kid.” That same little smirk found your lips, watching as your eyes darkened at his comment. “M’sure it’s a sweet fuckin’ sound…” He was fighting internally with himself. Part of him screamed to just give you exactly what you wanted. Bend your tight body over that bonnet and fuck you stupid. Another part of him told himself to allow himself some form of happiness, take you out again and see what might happen. The final part scoffed and scowled at that optimism. It warned him that being with him was practically a death sentence. No, he needed to let you go, let you move on and find a boring man to turn into a husband and pop out a couple ankle-biters with.  “Are you free next week?” Your question came interrupting his cruel inner monologue. No. Say no. End this. “Yes.” A wild grin tore across your features, you had certainly won this round.

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1. ur hockey fic was AMAZING. 2. i was thinking abt a hockey!reader getting into a fight and schlatt cheering her on

-🥅

yes 😈

Jealousy Fic

idek if i can call these fics to be completely honest

tw: violence and being mean to men

Jealousy Whatever The Fuck I've Got Going On Ig

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆･ﾟ:⠀ ⋆.:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

-Schlatt knew coming into this that there were going to be times where you had to fall off of the face of the earth for a while

-he understood how much your sport meant to you, constantly reassuring you that he would never want to take you away from something that you held so dearly

-and while it was a sacrifice he was willing to make

-that doesn't mean it doesn't suck total ASS

-when the end of the season comes rolling around the corner, he barely gets by on the scraps of attention he can get

-whether it be sitting in on your practices, hanging out in your room while you nap, joining you and the team for post-practice meals

-Or showing up to your games over an hour early so he could snag his favorite seat, next to your team's penalty box

-which is where he finds himself now,

-content to camp out there for the remaining time until the game, doomscrolling reddit to keep himself entertained for the time being

-he glances up from his phone when the door to the rink opens, just in case of the off chance it was you coming in late (he knew you wouldn't dare)

-he still huffs a little and returns to his scrolling when he sees it was just another student, decked out in the university's merchandise

-his eyes are once again torn from the small screen when he sees the only other person in the auditorium come and take the seat right next to him in the corner of his eye

-what the fuck????

-he tries to ignore her as she frantically rustles through her bag, taking out a notepad and pen, before turning to him

"Hi!" she chirped, "I'm Sarah."

-jay's eyes dart from her outstretched hand to her face, doing everything in his power to make sure his face remains neutral

"...Hi?" he returns, unsurely reaching out and awkwardly shaking her hand

-failing to notice the way 'Sarah' blushes when his larger hand encompasses her own

"Hi," she breathes again

-schlatt doesn't bother hiding his judgmental expression now, pulling his hand out of hers and wiping it on his (your) sweats

-He frowns when she squeaks, shyly covering her mouth with her hand,

"Oh my god..." she mumbled, muffled by her hand, "This is so embarrassing, I'm sorry."

-he doesn't dignify that with a response

"I'm Sarah, I'm a new journalist for the university's athletic magazine." she explained, "Coach told me you'd be here, said you could answer some questions for me?" she finished hopefully, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth in anticipation of his answer

"Coach?" schlatt repeated, bewildered

-he didn't even know that motherfucker knew he existed

-and now he's volunteering him for shit?

"Yeah, I hope that's okay..."

-he sighed, pocketing his phone, "I mean... I guess, I don't really know shit about hockey, but I could tell you about the team."

-he can't help but give her another judgemental look when she claps her hands together and squeals, kicking her feet a little bit

"Perfect, thank you so much!"

-schlatt presses his lips into a thin line and gives her a short nod, watching as she holds up her notepad and pen, eagerly looking at him from over the ledge of her glasses

"Now, can you give me a quick rundown of the season so far?”

he blanches,

“You didn’t do any research before showing up today?”

she giggled and blushes, caught,

“I told you I’m new…”

-he spends the remaining time answering questions about the team, their positions and playing styles all while masterfully dodging anything that seemed a little too much like smalltalk

-actually cuts her off when the lights dim and your team's entrance song begins playing (LIVING DEAD GIRL?? RAHHHH)

-you follow the rest of your team out onto the ice, coming out at the tail end alongside the captain

-you're fuckign hype, grabbing your teammates helmets and shaking them, punching their shoulders, shoulder checking them

-Jay and Sarah watch as you make your way onto the ice, your presence impossible to be left unnoticed with your cocky grin, standing a solid head over half of your teammates

"Who is that?" Sarah asked, voice raised so jay could hear her over the roaring crowd, plucking her pen from behind her ear to scribble down your jersey number in her notepad

-schlatt sat up a little straighter, his chest puffing out in pride

"That's my girlfriend."

-once the national anthem begins, you're forced to settle, so you use the spare moment to search the crowd for a familiar set of muttonchops

-you eagerly sift through the many unrecognizable faces, but when you find him...

-your teammate nervously glances at you from the corner of her eye when she feels your energy shift

"Dude, what's your problem?"

-you don't respond, eyes dead set on their target, jaw clenching so hard she swears she can literally hear your teeth grinding

-she turns to see what's got you so pissed, letting out a low whistle when she spots it

-it's your mans

-which would usually be a normal occurrence

-if she hadn't caught him right at the wrong moment

-she catches him leaning down so the bird sitting next to him can whisper something in his ear

-when the anthem ends, she claps your shoulder with a laugh

"That's rough, bud."

-you don't respond, squaring your shoulders before you make your way over to the face off, bumping her shoulder hard enough to knock her off balance as you pass

-once you're in position you maintain a perfectly still stance, holding your stick firmly in position as you wait for the puck to inevitably be passed to you

-but you can't keep yourself from glancing to where you know jay is sitting

-he manages to catch your eyes when he turns his attention from the random sitting next to him to you

-his face lights up and he sends you an excited wave, and you can feel your lips trying to twitch into a grin

-but then you see sarah doing the same next to him

-his lips pull into a confused frown when your eyes narrow to send him a nasty glare before focusing back on the face-off at hand

-your efforts to focus are futile, whirlwinds of thoughts of "Who The Fuck Is That?" distracting you enough that you miss the puck shooting at you

-luckily, one of your teammates manages to recover it, you shoot after her with a frustrated curse

-the game begins to move pretty fast from the get-go, which you were expecting

-having been warned about aggressive and dirty players along with unsportsmanlike spectators

-usually, games like this were your speciality, coach keeping you on the ice for the majority of the game to act as an enforcer.

-and as excited as you were for a barnburner

-you were off your fucking game today

-you'd been kronwalled by a goddamn pylon

-let the other team's offensive nab the puck a handful of times

-fuck, you'd even let yourself get pokechecked

-after enough chippy comments from the team and a good amount of shouting from coach, he pulled you off the ice

-he didn't even say anything to you when you first got back back to the bench, leaving you to do nothing but stew as you cooled off, pouring some water on the top of your head for good measure

-after a beat of silence, you look up to find coach standing over you with a frown

"I don't know what the fuck your problem is."

he started, you only scoffed and rolled your eyes, rearing to defend yourself, but he cuts you off before you get the chance

"But those girls need you out there. They're wiping the fucking floor with you guys."

both of you pause to look back out at the ice as one of your defensemen is knocked off of her feet in what was obviously a foul play

"And I'll be damned if we lose in our own barn 'cause you can't keep your eyes off some fucking bird."

-your mouth snaps shut and you feel your face heat up, looking up at him with wide eyes, unsure of what to do now that you know you've been caught

-coach only sighs, disapprovingly shaking his head, but you can see him biting back a smile,

"Now get back out there and bring this shit home, you hear?"

-you rise back to your feet with a determined nod,

"Heard."

-your teammates on the ice send one another unsure looks when you step back out onto the ice, the captain pausing her conversation to make her way over to you,

"You better lock the fuck in," she hissed lowly, "Because if you plan on keepin' this hoser act up then you best get off my fuckin ice."

-her firm expression cracked a bit when you brought your gloved fist up to bump her own,

"Oh, baby," you start, a rogue grin spreading across your lips, revealing a sharp row of teeth, "I'm fucking locked."

-the rest of the game passes in a whirlwind (or maybe you just don't remember it because of how many times you rattled your brain)

-you spent the majority of it ducking low and hitting hard

-and swinging even harder

-with you back on the ice to keep the opposing team's goons at bay, your team had managed to bring the score back into their favor

-at the cost of you being sent to the penalty box what felt like every few minutes

-which would have usually been a highlight of your game, being allotted 2-5 minutes to chat up your boyfriend through the plexiglass

-but that wasn't the case today

-everyone in the rink knew what was coming when the pylon who had flattened you out earlier came lumbering up to where you and one of her teammates were getting in one another's faces

-you blanched when she came between you and her teammate, broad shoulders completely blocking the view of the other player, and you had to strain your neck a bit to look up at her

"Why don't you save some for me, pretty?" she cooed mockingly, "Been waitin' ta get my hands on you all night."

-never being one to back down (even if you should),

you straighten up and push further into her space, bumping chests before you bring up a hand to give her shoulder a rough shove

"Yeah?" you ask with another one of your brazen grins, "Do something."

-before you had the chance to think about the consequences of your actions, a large, gloved palm was pressed hard enough to your face that it sent you back on your ass, gliding across the ice with the force

-you stay on the ground for a moment, bewildered

-you glance up at your teammate, who is already looking down at you, equally horrified

-before chancing a glimpse into the crowd

-and much to your pleasure, you find yourself only a few feet away from where your boyfriend was watching with wide, worried eyes

-and the bitch sitting next to him with one hand clapped over her mouth,

the other gripping his forearm

-your lips curl into a snarl

-and you're pushing off the ice without another thought, dropping your gloves and tearing off your helmet before rushing to get your fingers twisted in the face guard of the pylon's helmet, taking her's off as well

-to add to the chaos, your teammate whom you had shared a look with grabs two fistfuls of the jersey of the player who you were originally getting into it with

-and before anyone had the chance to stop it, a full blown scuffle breaks out

-"Oh Shit."

-Jay finds himself on his feet, practically pressing his face to the plexiglass as he tries to find you in the midst of the riot on the ice

"What? What's happening??" Sarah asked from behind him, before coming up beside him,

"Can you please explain what's going on?" she whined, looking up at him with pleading eyes and a helpless pout

-Schlatt's lips curl into a scowl of his own,

-this girl has been on his back the ENTIRE fucking game

-trying to ask stupid fucking questions

-which, usually, would be okay

-he doesn't know jack shit about the game

-he asks you stupid questions all the time

-but throughout the entirety of the game, she'd not only been asking pointless questions, but trying to draw his attention away from the game with inane small talk

-and with a deep breath, he prepares to tear her a new one

"Isn't it your fucking job to have the slightest clue-"

-his rant is cut short by a loud THUD, both of them flinching away from the plexiglass

-where the pylon's bruised face is firmly pressed, squishing her features into the barricade for the spectators to see, smearing blood on the plexiglass

-Jay's eyes travel from the bruised face to the familiar hand knotted into the hair at the base of the player's skull, trailing up the strong arm holding her in place, over your heaving chest, all the way up to your face

-sweat sticking a few strands of your hair to your forehead and the side of your face

-your cheekbone has a splotch already blooming into a deep purple, and there's blood seeping from your nose, pouring over your lips and dripping from your chin onto your previously pristine jersey

-when he finally meets your eyes, they're already dead set on him, and he shudders

-he's rather you be glaring, snarling, gnashing your teeth, pounding on the glass and screaming at him, spittle flying from your mouth as you cuss him out

-instead, you meet him with a blank, steady stare, pupils blown out and sharklike with adrenaline

-he finds himself frozen under your gaze, unable to drag his eyes away from you, the same way a deer is unable to drag it's eyes from a car's headlights

-another second passes, but it could have been an eternity

-with a final push into the glass, you release the pylon's hair, letting her collapse to the ground as you turn your back to the crowd and making your way back to the center of the ice to watch as the brawl dies down

-as soon as the referees are no longer occupied with pulling players away from each other, you're sent to the penalty box

-you can feel jay's eyes on you as you make your way over

-but you keep your gaze dead set on the girl sitting next to him

-relishing in the way her face pales and she squirms the longer you stare

-the eye contact only breaks when you open the door and step into the penalty box

-you remain standing at attention, intensely watching the game carry on without you as you pointedly ignore... whatever the fuck it is that's going on on the side of you

-neither of them acknowledged you at first, both sitting ramrod straight and entirely focused on the game

-it doesn't last long though, you can feel the strange chick's eyes on you before she leans in, seemingly to ask another question, keeping her eyes set on you

-but you can just barely hear the lilt of her voice paired with the deeper timber of jay's over the sound of the audience and the ongoing game

-you couldn't help but sneak a glance from the corner of your eye

-and watch as schlatt plucks her notepad and pencil out of her small hands so he could scribble down something himself before handing it back to her

-your nostrils flare and your fists clench by your sides as you try to take a few deep breaths to cool yourself down before you step back onto the ice

-whatever conversation they were having was cut short by the door to the penalty box slamming closed with a resounding BANG, loud enough that they could both feel vibration in their seats

-and Jay knows he's fucked.

-capital F Fucked

-he knows damn well that having Sarah next to him was an objectively bad look

-and goddammit

-he TRIED to shake her but she just wouldn't quit

-he'd tried giving her dry answers, ignoring her, pointing out other people she could badger, taking her notepad to write things down himself and cross out whatever he deemed to be useless

-but she just Would Not leave him alone

-the one thing he hadn't tried was simply getting up and walking away, but that was out of question

-because it risked both him losing her seat, and her following him

-he can't even enjoy the rest of the game, anxiously brewing in all of the potential consequences of something that wasn't even his fault

-kind of...

-he knew he could have told her to fuck off right off the bat

-but as a fellow student employee, part of him couldn't help but sympathize with her, knowing how the university likes throwing poor, unassuming student employees right into the deep end

-so he was really caught between a rock and a hard place here

-and he fucking KNOWS you're pissed

-shit

-everyone in the fucking rink knew you were pissed

-and he's left with nothing but his anxiety and his new parasite to keep him company

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-when the game finally comes to a close, Jay is elated to find that your team has won, though he wasn't too sure of how

-either way, he's happy to watch the team celebrate, though his victorious spirit deflates a bit when his eyes land on you (as they usually do)

-you don't even crack a smile as your team rushes you, ruffling your hair, shaking your shoulders

-it's at that moment he decided he Needs to redeem himself

-ESPECIALLY if HE was the reason you weren't basking in the glory of your (probably) well deserved win

-he abruptly stands from his seat, before wordlessly shoving his way through the crowd, ignoring the angry grumbles and the occasional "What the hell!"s from the other spectators attempting to file out of the rink

"Hey! Where're we going?" he hears a grating voice from behind him

-he glances over his shoulder and sees none other than Sarah, attempting to follow him through the crowd, having a significantly harder time due to her lack of height advantage

-but she somehow manages to tail him all the way to the entrance of the hallway leading to the locker rooms, where he usually waits for you

-he's actually about to turn around and actually tell her to fuck off, but is interrupted by your rowdy team passing by

-some acknowledge him as he passes, others are too caught up in one another to give him a second thought

-you follow behind at the tail end of the train of players, somehow more daunting than usual

-along with your usual imposing stature, you're still riding the high of an adrenaline filled victory, standing tall as steam rolls off of you as a result of your high body temperature clashing with the cold of the rink

-he almost gets too caught up in the sight of you to catch your attention before you make your way back into the locker rooms

-but he seemingly doesn't have to

-he turns to Sarah with wide eyes when she excitedly shouts your name, frantically calling you over

-Jay watches your head whip to look their direction, and your eyes dart between himself and Sarah

-before you change your path and make your way towards the two of them

-once you're stood in front of them, Sarah immediately gets to rambling before he has the chance to say anything

"Hey! You guys were great today! I'm so happy to be here, I'm a new journalist for the university's athletics magazine. I was really hoping-"

-but you clearly aren't listening, and neither is Jay

-instead, he intently watches as you bring a gloved hand up to your mouth and bite down on the middle finger so you could drag your hand out of it, before letting it fall to the ground

-Sarah's rambling is cut short as she watches schlatt almost immediately bend down to pick it up

-her eyes dart to watch the way you drag a possessive hand over his head as he stands back up to his full height, before finally landing on you

-she gulps when she finds your gaze already firmly planted on her, a wolfish smile spread across your face as you observe her

"Whaddaya want, an autograph?" you ask with a condescending smile

-this time, it's Sarah who isn't given the chance to respond, because you're already reaching forward to pluck the pencil from where she had it tucked behind her ear, and snatching the notepad out of her hand

-all she can do is watch as you scribble your obnoxiously large signature over the majority of the notes she had taken for her article about the game

-you send her a cheeky wink before pocketing her pencil and handing Schlatt her notepad before sauntering off,

"Thanks fer comin'! It's always nice meeting fans." you call over your shoulder

-and all your boyfriend can do is hand her back her notebook with an embarrassed sigh before trailing after you like a lost puppy

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-he spends half an hour waiting outside of the locker room for you

-sending your teammates a tight lipped smile when they walk past him, some of them snickering and whispering to one another, others bidding him good luck

-he's left with nothing to do but plot on how he'll re-enter your good graces once he sees you

-though, he hasn't fully fleshed out his plan by then

-he barely gets the chance to look up from where he was scrolling on the weather app when he hears the locker room door open, followed by a flurry of heavy footsteps quickly approaching him

-before he knows it, he's being grappled by the front of his sweatshirt and pressed up into the wall, held up more by the force pinning him than his toes, which were the only part of him still grounded

"You wanna tell me what the fuck that was?"

-your voice is dangerously low, leaning in close enough that only he could hear you, he could feel your own slightly tacky cheek sticking to his own

-his hands instinctively come up to grab your wrists in an attempt to pull them off of him

"W-What? What The hell're you tal-"

-he's cut off by you using your grip on his sweater to pull him slightly away from the wall, just to shove him back into it before pressing further into his space, trapping him between yourself and the cool concrete

"Don't play stupid with me, who the fuck was that?"

-he turns his head away from you to nervously look around the hall for bystanders, but his gaze is wrenched back to you by a strong hand gripping his cheeks, forcing his lips into a pout

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." you hiss through gritted teeth

-he pauses for a moment to take you in, hair damp from the shower he knows you took to cool off after the game

-but upon seeing the way your cheeks were still ruddy, and your pupils were still blown out, he could tell that you were still wired with post-game adrenaline

-and, against his better discretion

-he decides to poke the bear

"What's it to you?"

-he finds his lips curling into a toothy smile of his own as he watches your eye twitch and your jaw clench

"You don't have my full attention for three fucking days so you, what? Whore yourself out to the first chick that'll look in your direction?"

-schlatt scoffs, "Whore myself out? What is this, the twelfth cen-"

-he's once again cut off, this time by you coming closer to press your chest against his, leaning in close enough that he can feel your lips brush against the same ear Sarah had been whispering into throughout the game

"What's the matter, baby? 'm I not paying enough attention to you, hm?" you hum, bringing one hand to gently pet the back of his head, before knotting your fingers into it and pulling his head back, granting you access to trail your lips along the expanse of his neck as you mumble to him

-he struggles to come up with another witty response, but his mind goes blank as he gasps at the sensation of one of your legs bullying it's way between his own,

"You could've just asked me, y'know. What's her face couldn't give you half of what I could, anyways."

"S-Sarah."

-pause.

-he feels you freeze before he sees it, muscles going rigid where he had snuck his hands under the hem of your shirt

-before you're pulling away, hands leaving his hair to trail down to his hips, where they grip hard enough to bruise

-you pull back, eyes intensely searching his face, as though checking if he had really dared-

"Her name was Sarah." he doubles down with a shit eating grin

-he watches your nostrils flare and a vein in your neck pop,

-but before you have the chance to retaliate, the locker room door opens

-Jay blushes when you only crane your neck to look over your shoulder, rather than pulling away from where you have him trapped

-you scowl when you see coach saunter out of the locker room with a smug grin of his own

-you push away from schlatt and begin to make your way down the hallway to leave,

-leaving him to lean against the wall to support himself, legs left in a jelly-like state, and pulling his sweatshirt down to hide his poor hard peen :(

-coach only laughs with a shake of his head as he walks past,

"Good work out there today, killer.

We wouldn't have gotten this win today without you."

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i didn't know how to finish this but here you are

hope u enjoyed

fuckinuhhhh sorry for being gone for a little bit i was Busy

ok later

[freak-accident419]

playing cards

Derek Danforth x GN!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | More parts coming soon

Summary: You and Derek prepare for the party. When the night finally came, it was up to the two of you to impress his mother.

Word Count: 4.3k

Content: gender neutral reader, swearing, shopping yay, Derek’s mommy issues, dancing hrngggg, fun banter

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“Okay, so…” You began, gently chewing on the pen in your hand. “What is our stance on six months?”

“Too long, don’t you think?” Derek replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Hm. Yeah, maybe.”

The next day, you and Derek rejoined at your penthouse, lounging in your bedroom with index cards in your grasp. Together, you were coming up with your ‘backstory’ to make sure that the two of you were on the right page, especially if you were ever met with specific questions regarding your newfound relationship.

“How about just three months?” You finally suggested, looking up from the index cards to glance at Derek.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” he shrugs casually, granting you to write it down.

You quickly scribbled on the notecard, littering the blank space with sloppy, black ink. “Alright, quick rundown,” you say abruptly, covering the thin stack of index cards with your hand. “Go.”

“Okay, uh… Three months ago, on the morning after a huge rager, I got a, um, really bad hangover, as one does. And you, being the best friend you were, took care of me and lectured me about my consequences or some kind of… self-righteous bullshit like that,” he recalled, trying to remember what the two had went over just now. “Uhhh… Soon after, you confessed your feelings for me, I told you they were reciprocated, and now we’re, like, fuckin’ dating or whatever.”

You raise an eyebrow with a slight grin. “Wow, that is actually completely correct. What are you, fuckin’ sober?” you chuckle softly, admittedly impressed with him. You flipped over and went through some of the other index cards until you stopped to stare at a specific one. “First date?” you challenge, looking back up at him.

You watched Derek’s expression turn into deep contemplation, noting how his eyebrows furrowed in uncertainty. “It was, uh… fuck. It was… We… Wine tasting. Yeah. The wine tasting at, uh—”

“No, we actually scrapped that one, remember?” You remarked, shaking your head. “Your mom would never believe that, like, you’re way too immature for that shit—hell, I’m way too immature for that shit.”

“Right,” he huffs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Fuck… Fuck. It was, uhh,” he snapped his fingers suddenly, conveying a triumphant epiphany, “Dinner! It was fuckin’ dinner, down at the, uh… the Mistral. That one restaurant on Columbus Avenue.”

You scoff lightly with a satisfied grin on your face. “Damn, you are a thousand percent correct again! Bonus points for remembering the place too.” You stacked the notecards neatly on the table. “Alright, and so everything from there on is just unscripted, plain bullshit, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he answers, nodding his head. “Okay, yeah. And—fuck—if anyone, like, asks either of us a question and we have to make up random shit on the spot, we have to update the other about it immediately, okay?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, that’s what the index cards are for,” you remark, lifting up the small stack to his view.

“You know, I don’t—I don’t understand, why can’t we just use, like, the fuckin’ Notes app or something?” he scoffs, raising an eyebrow.

“Science says you can memorize things more easily if you write them down,” you shrug with a slight pout.

He rolled his eyes and decided to dismiss it. “Okay, right, uhhh—Hey, what are you going to wear for the party?”

“Oh right, um, here,” you say, walking towards your closet and opening it up. You grabbed the outfit by the hanger, which was covered entirely by plastic after a luxurious dry cleaning, displaying it to Derek. “I was, uh, thinking of this.”

Derek’s expression, however, dropped. “What the hell is that?” He asked bluntly, looking at it with resentment.

“What’s—What’s what?” You ask with a baffled expression.

“You’re seriously not thinking of wearing that,” he huffs, glaring at you in disbelief.

“What—What’s wrong with it, I spent, like, a thousand dollars on it!” You exclaim, taking another glimpse of the clothing in your hand.

“That’s the thing, it’s not enough,” he grumbles, wiping downwards at his face with his palm.

You scoffed in utter confusion. “What?”

“Look, if we’ve been dating for three months, I would’ve already bought you a goddamn plethora of expensive shit. You need to wear something that’s at least, like, five to ten thousand bucks.”

“Seriously? Are you fucking serious?” You scoffed in frustration. “Look, no one’s—No one’s gonna even notice the fucking difference, y—”

“My mom might!” He interjects firmly. “Look, if we want to create the illusion that you and I are dating, we really have to fucking sell it, okay? I wouldn’t date someone who wears shit like… like that,” he gestures bitterly at the attire.

“You know what, fuck you! Are we seriously—?” You groaned, pinching your eyebrows together. “Derek. You literally fuckin’ dress like you’re in a goddamn midlife crisis and you’re not even close to pushing forty! Like, are you colorblind, what—what even is that?” You point towards his outfit, which was the revoltingly mix-matched clothing combo that somehow costed significantly more than your own damn paycheck.

Derek gaped in surprise at your insults as you proceeded on with your rant. “Well, news flash, fuckwad! Your mom also knows me very well, and she knows that I wouldn’t date a fuckin’ clown like you! So how about we both make a deal to improve our own clothing choices? What are—What are you even planning to wear to the party?”

“The uh…” Derek scratched at the back of his neck briefly, raising an eyebrow. “That one sage green suit of mine,” he replied stiffly.

“Hell no.”

“What—”

“Hell no! Are you serious? No!” You exclaim with a dark chuckle.

“Wh—” His face was quite priceless.

“No.”

“Fuck…” he sighs. “Fuck, fine.” Derek eyes your disapproving expression. “Fine. I’ll call the fuckin’ chauffeur and have him take us to Copley.”

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Later on, the two of you arrived at the Copley Place, the posh Boston shopping center that you would frequently visit for most of your apparel. You were rich, indubitably, but not nearly as rich as Derek, of course. Before, you’ve made your money through several technician occupations in the form of job hopping, and it wasn’t until Derek took over Danforth Enterprises that he hooked you up with a seemingly long-term and high-paying job there. You’d been friends with him ever since your college years, after all. He wasn’t at all hesitant to help out his best friend. He was quite the selfish, greedy man, but he had his moments. Especially with you.

“This one,” Derek says, gesturing to an outfit that he found for you.

“Ew, no,” you grimace, nearly scowling at the sight of it. “It looks fuckin’ stupid.”

“What do you mean, it looks—? It looks great,” he retorted with a baffled expression.

“Well, of course you would say that,” you interject, “your fashion sense is fucking horrendous, it’s like you don’t even have one to begin with.”

Derek groaned impatiently at your tireless insults. “Jesus fuck.”

“You just need a reality check! That’s all I’m saying, dude,” you huff, proceeding to walk around further into the store. Suddenly, your eyes caught sight of a rather pleasing outfit, slightly rushing towards it. “Okay, how about this? I think it looks fine.”

Derek raises an eyebrow, but he doesn’t look so against it. “How much is it?” He asked, eyeing it curiously.

“Uhh… Around six thousand,” you shrug after you had glanced at the label.

“Alright, good. Okay. Yeah, we’ll get it,” he nods in compliance. Finally, god damn.

“Will I get to keep it?” You ask with playful curiosity.

“Uh, if the night goes well, then sure,” he replied, “but if not, I’m returning it.”

You pouted.

Soon enough, the two of you were fishing for clothes for Derek, walking into each and every designer store at the Copley. He was excruciatingly picky and difficult to work with, but then again, it was nothing you weren’t used to.

You eye an elegant three-piece suit, the blackout appearance grabbing your attention. “I like this one,” you hum softly, “It’s all black—simple, classy, it looks nice.”

Derek examined the suit in front of him, raising an eyebrow. “Uh… It’s not really… me, though, is it?”

“Yeah, well… Isn’t that the whole point, though? Being the complete opposite of yourself, a changed person? Yeah, we don’t want you to be you tomorrow night,” you scoffed with a slight chuckle. “I think you should get it. And maybe, you’ll actually look very nice for once.”

“Y/n—”

“C’mon, dude. Isn’t the whole point of this is to impress your mom?” You point out.

“Well, yeah,” he grumbles, scratching lightly at his cheek.

“Then buy the suit, man! None of that fuckin’… crypto bro nonsense that makes her shit her pants,” you urge, chuckling softly.

Derek looks at you with a now serious and inquisitive expression. “Do you really think it’ll impress her?”

You cross your arms, looking at the suit once again. “She would cry tears of fuckin’ joy, man.”

He turned his head and looked at you, genuinely surprised at your answer. “You serious?”

You nodded with a cheeky grin. “I wouldn’t put it past her.”

“Okay, fuck it… I’ll take it.”

***

The next day came by very fast. In the afternoon, you and Derek ‘rehearsed’ a couple of things, ensuring that the two of you were all set for this ridiculous stunt. Then you both went back to your homes to get ready for the party. It was a genuinely classy and elegant event, so you figured you would actually put effort in looking nice and presentable. Plus, you were attending the party in $6,000 clothing that Derek bought for you. You wanted to do it justice.

Later that evening, the two of you would regroup at Derek’s mansion. You met up with him outside of his estate by a black limo. And you found Derek’s expression to be quite curious once he practically gazed upon you; his eyes were wide and his lips were parted slightly in awe.

“Holy shit,” he scoffed amusedly, crossing his arms, “you actually clean up well.” He was shocked, to say the very least. He’s never seen you dress up like this, considering he’s only ever seen you in your casual, day-to-day outfits.

Ultimately, his reaction surprised you, making you pleasantly stunned. “Yeah? I could say the same thing about yourself. It’s nice to see you not wear a fuckin’ eye-straining suit for once,” you chuckle brashly, getting Derek to roll his eyes.

“Yeah?” He went inside of the car through the backseat doors as you followed promptly. “Well, don’t get used to it. I just have to pull off this stunt for one night and once my mom realizes I’m not that much of a reckless asshole, everything will be back to the way it was.”

You groaned with a slight, teasing smile on your face. “God, just at least let me enjoy this while it lasts.”

“You know—I don’t—I don’t fuckin’ get why you’re always being such a fucking hater!” He nearly laughs, mocking an offended tone. “I—All my assistants respect my fashion choices, they’ve said it themselves, you just have no fuckin’ taste!”

“You know, have you ever considered that they’re just saying that because you’re the one paying them?” You smirk playfully.

“You’re a dick,” he chuckles gently, shoving your shoulder lightly. “You’re a fuckin’ dick, you know that?”

Later on, the two of you arrived at the venue. It was a refined and impressively massive establishment, in which you later actually recognized as part-art museum. Exiting the vehicle, you stood beside Derek at the front of the entrance, glancing at all the other wealthy people walking in.

“Hold onto my arm,” he directs in a mutter.

“Ew,” you scoff.

“Y/n.”

You rolled your eyes as you gave in, holding onto his arm as you walked into the building together. It was a bit crowded, occupied with older people in elegant getups; gentlemen in respectable suit and ties, women in sparkly dresses, et cetera, et cetera. The interior of the venue was spacious and exceptionally sophisticated, consisting of dignified architecture with the ceiling littered with expensive chandeliers. It definitely was not Derek’s scene, but it wasn’t even yours either.

“Shit. I forgot how pretentious your mother’s parties were,” you mumbled to him as the two of you walked further into building.

“What, did you forget that she’s the fucking President of the entire country too?” He retorted, which made you punch him lightly in the side with your free hand, making you grin once you saw his pained reaction.

“Dick,” you grumble. “Hey, where’s your mom?” You ask, trying to look past the crowd.

“I don’t know, she’ll turn up eventually,” he says, guiding you to a rather secluded spot against the wall. Suddenly remembering the whole purpose of this event, you weren’t sure when the actual auction would begin. But then again, you weren’t sure if you even cared.

“Oh shit, Nathaniel and Ophelia are here,” Derek interjects, pointing to a familiar pair across the room.

“Huh… Hey, why are you friends with them again? Didn’t you say they were, like, pretentious douchebags?” You remarked, looking at the said couple, who were drinking champagne and chatting at the opposite wall.

“Not friends, just, like… I don’t know, my mom wanted me to be in a good social circle, so she introduced me to them a few months back,” he shrugged. “But they’re just irritating, arrogant fucking pricks.”

“And you’re not?” He glared at you as you smirked. “You know, I don’t know if this is wrong of me to say, but… I really can’t tell if they’re siblings or dating,” you confess, squinting your eyes at them.

“Right? Like, I swear to fucking god, I thought I was the only one!” Derek exclaimed with enthusiasm. “Like, fuck, I’ve met up with them so many times in the past, but I still don’t fucking remember which one it is!”

The two of you cackled together as you observed the pair from across the room. “Oh shit, imagine if it’s just a whole Alabama situation,” you suggested, snickering towards Derek.

“God, that would be fucking terrible. Though, it would definitely explain the matching blue eyes,” he laughs. “Fuck, I’ve been waiting to find dirt on those two, they are fucking infuriating.”

“Jesus, it’s the whole Toad and Toadette debate all over again,” you chuckle softly.

“What?” He looks back at you curiously.

“What?”

“Toad and Toadette, it’s confirmed they’re dating,” Derek claimed.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What? No, no, I could’ve sworn I read somewhere that they were siblings.”

“Uh, no, the creator himself said that they were girlfriend-boyfriend,” he remarks.

“Wh—Dude! All this time, I thought they were siblings!” You exclaimed, placing your hands on your head in shock.

“Yeah, well, they aren’t. You said you read it somewhere, what was it, fuckin’ Reddit?” He scoffed brashly with a cheeky grin.

“No. Fuck off,” you retort, frowning. “If anything, you’re the one on fucking Reddit, like, 24/7.”

“What? No—”

“Looking at ‘r/Crypto’ and ‘r/Nudes’, you ‘r/Dickhead’,” you teased, smirking playfully.

“Oh, fuck off—”

“Derek.”

Your pretend boyfriend’s speech freezes and you could see him tense up slightly at the mere voice of his mother. You noticed her in a stunning, carmine dress, her blonde hair pairing very well with it. Red was definitely her color. She glanced at Derek and then at you, a bit surprised. “And Y/n. I didn’t know you’d be joining us this evening.”

She looked back at her son. “You look very nice tonight, Derek, I’m very glad you were able to make it.” She then raises an interrogating eyebrow. “So, will your date be arriving here anytime soon?”

Derek eyes his mother, chuckling awkwardly. You felt like you were going to cringe at his next words, knowing what they would be. “Actually, Mom, uh… The date that I spoke to you on the phone about is actually… my partner, Y/n.”

And you did—inside, at least.

Jessica’s eyes widened as she looks back at you again. She knew you as Derek’s best friend—hell, his best friend since college. You didn’t work at Danforth Enterprises until she made Derek the CEO, resulting in him offering a job to you. But most of all, you and Derek had been strictly platonic friends for years, and it shocked her to her core to find out about this. “Seriously? You and… When did… When did this happen?”

“Well, you see, uh,” you began, playing with your fingers as you tried to recall everything you wrote and memorized on the index cards, “there was always—there was always something there, you know? Don’t you—don’t you think? Well, uh, one day, your son was very, um, hungover, and I stayed to take care of him.”

“They, uh,” Derek interrupted, chiming in. “That was, like, three months ago, right? Three, and um, they confessed their apparent romantic feelings towards me. You—you know, it was a very vulnerable moment, and I reciprocated… and yeah, now we’re dating.” He then stuttered out, “We, uh, we wanted to keep it under wraps for a while, but now, we figured we should… tell everyone now.”

And if it weren��t for that stupid, phony grin on his face, maybe she would have bought it. Though actually, you couldn’t really tell if she was convinced or not. There was a look of curiosity in her expression, paired with deep contemplation. You felt like you could detect doubt, but even that could be mixed up with bewilderment.

“Wow, uh… I wouldn’t say I expected this at all,” she says with a raised eyebrow. Then she looked at you with a small smile. “So you’ve been keeping my son on his toes if I’ve heard correctly, yes?”

You nod, glancing at Derek then back at her. “That’s right, ma’am. Uh, we all know his reputation, but, um… You know, ever since we started dating, he felt the urge to become a better person. And so did—so did I,” you remarked, remembering how Jessica also knew you as quite the trouble maker. After all, she caught the two of you getting high at another party before, similar to the sophistication of this one.

She was intrigued, to say the least. And suddenly, you had an epiphany: you just realized that what you were doing was deceiving the President of the United States. Fuck Derek, man.

“And that trending video of him?” You began, “That was taken, uh, three months ago during a party. It was actually the night before we started dating,” you explained, observing her reaction. “Why is everyone posting it now? Well, you see, uh…”

Fuck.

Fuck, you forgot. Did you seriously forget? Shit. What the hell was the reason?

She was looking at you expectedly. Fuck. What the fuck are you going to say? How did you forget something so simple?

“That video was taken on one of those digital cameras,” Derek butt in immediately. “The storage card was lost for a while, but I guess somebody found it and posted it, and now everybody’s reposting it.”

What. The. Fuck.

You were way more of an organized person than Derek. How the hell did he remember the lie that you wrote down, but you didn’t?

Nevertheless, Jessica nodded, a seemingly neutral expression plastered on her face. “That’s relieving to hear,” she hums softly, “well, I know that you aren’t really into these charity events, Derek, but—”

“Actually,” he began with a charming grin, “I think I will be participating in the auction this evening.” Way to go, Derek.

She looked at him in awe, glancing at you for a while, then back at him. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he nods pridefully. “I think this is a great cause, Mom.” Wow, he is killing it.

“O-oh. That’s wonderful of you to say, Derek. Well, this entire event is a gala and charity auction, so feel free to help yourselves in the drinks and food. There’s also dancing, but I know you aren’t—”

“I, uh, actually,” he chimes in once again. Jesus Christ, it was like she was testing him. “I would, uh… love to dance with my partner.” Your eyes widened as you felt the both of you cringe at his own response.

“Oh.” Suddenly, there was a small, genuine smile that creeped up on her lips. And you could tell that Derek noticed it too, because his face had just… softened. “Well, I hope you two enjoy the night.” She cupped Derek’s face with one hand and kissed the top of his head. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom,” he mutters softly.

“You look very handsome.”

“Thank you, Mom.”

“I am so proud of you.” Then she walked away to greet other people, disappearing in the tame crowd.

You noticed Derek’s widened eyes and chuckled softly to yourself at the sight.

“Holy shit…” he mumbled before lighting up. “Did you—Did you hear that? She said she was fucking proud of me. She’s never said that in, like, a long fucking time, or ever! Holy—holy fucking shit.”

“Congrats, man,” you grinned warmly. “But like… the dancing thing. I can’t fucking dance. I mean, you know that.”

“It’s easy, don’t worry,” he dismissed, getting two glasses of champagne from a caterer that just walked by, handing one of them to you. “Just copy what I do.”

You took a rather long sip of the champagne. Liquid courage, you figured. “I just… You know, I really don’t want to do it. We can—We can just say I got sick from one of the little gourmet shits and I can’t dance.”

“Y/n—C’mon, you heard my mom. She was proud of me. She’ll be even prouder when she sees me out there, dancing like a sophisticated, pretentious prick, like the other fucks here. Come on, Y/n. Please,” he pleaded, looking at you with utter desperation.

“I—I don’t understand, she did say she was proud of you. I’m sure you won’t have to worry about her cutting you off anymore since she’s seen that you ‘changed’,” you reason, raising an eyebrow.

“No—Y/n, Y/n, I’m hanging on by a fucking thread right now. She sees us dancing, she’ll be a hundred percent sure that I’ve ‘changed for the better’ and won’t take any drastic measures. Y/n, please.” You knew your best friend well. And you knew damn well that this wasn’t just about the money and being cut off. He wanted to please his mother, he needed to.

You groaned, rolling your eyes as you downed the remaining champagne in your glass. You pointed at his face with aggression. “I’m raising the damn price to one thousand, then. You know how much I can’t stand dancing.”

“Yeah, whatever, that’s fine with me,” he shrugs, then eyes you gently. “Thank you.”

It was no surprise to you that you would instantly regret saying yes to him.

“Ow—Fuck—Stop—stop stepping on my fucking toes,” Derek snarled as the two of you were in an embrace, your hands clasped together while your other hand was placed on your shoulder and his on your waist. Sophisticated, slow jazz music played in the background as you were surrounded by other people who, not surprisingly, danced better than the two of you.

“I fuckin’ warned you, didn’t I?” You scoffed in response, trying to move your feet correctly.

“Whatever, just… Is she—Is she watching us?” He mutters, looking at the crowd behind you.

“Umm, I don’t know, I don’t know where she is,” you reply, searching the room for the woman in the red dress.

“Ow—Goddammit, Y/n, keep your fucking feet to yourself!” He winces, giving you an angry glare.

“Fuck! It’s not my fault, dude, I already warned you!” You retort petulantly. “Where—Where did you even learn to dance, huh?”

“When I was younger. I had to take ballroom classes. I came from a rich family, you know, we had status, a reputation to uphold,” he explained, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh shit—I can see her, she’s in the crowd,” you say abruptly.

“Where?” Derek’s eyes suddenly widened as he looked at you with anticipation.

“Like, behind you. I think she’s talking to—Oh shit, she’s watching us now,” you say, glancing at Jessica from far across the room, watching the two of you dance.

“Fuck, okay. Okay… I’m gonna dip you,” he mutters.

What?

“What?!” You exclaimed.

“I’m just gonna dip you, earn us some more brownie points,” he figures.

“No! Fuck! No, no fucking way! Do not—do not fuckin’ dip me!” You warned furiously, feeling your face heat up.

“I’m gonna do it.”

“No! Fuck! Derek, I swear to god, I swear to fucking god, I will—I will put cyanide in your bourbon, you will never see the light of fucking day, I—”

You felt his hand reach towards your back as he kicked at your ankle, making you lose balance and fall back towards his hand. You frown at him as you see his cocky face above you until he brought you back up.

“I hate you,” you murmured.

“It’s not a big deal, dude, it—ow!”

“I did that on purpose,” you huff after you had stepped harshly on his foot.

“How does my mom look?” He asked.

“She’s…” you raise an eyebrow, then looked back at Derek warmly. “She’s crossing her arms and smiling at us. She looks really proud. Jesus, for the first time in her fucking life.”

Derek smiled to himself. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Oh, by the way, just for that little stunt you did back there, I’m raising it to fifteen hundred.”

“Fine with me,” he shrugs, now holding your hand in a looser grip. He guided it above your head, stretching your arm upward to spin you gracefully before bringing you back to him.

“God, I can’t wait to break up with you,” you chuckle softly, your movements more trained and fluid.

“Oh yeah?” He scoffs at your remark, laughing briefly, “Me too.”