#probably won't answer until tomorrow but: excited to talk about any of these!

[anderstrevelyan]

WIP Game

Thanks so much for the tag, @say-lene! I've never done this one before, since until recently I've never had more than one WIP on the go at a time. Exciting. 👀

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.

All of my BG3 fic lives in one Scrivener file for the most part, and the ones in brackets are file names without actual working titles yet. But I've got:

Haunted One

(Viconia)

To Stet and To Spike

Night Orchids and Daggerroot

(Skie)

and then there's (dare I invoke it in public?) "hypothetical project"

tagging @effelants @sulky-valkyrie @dismalzelenka @milesmentis @my-dumb-obsessions @threeofswrds or anyone else who'd like to do this!

[jeonginsleftcheek]

Need a hand?

pairing: fuckboy!felix x afab!reader

genre: smut, enemies to ???

word count: 4.7k

synopsis: you need help assembling your new computer and the only available person is the guy you can't stand.

warnings: dom!felix, lots of teasing, protected sex (go figure), spanking, hair pulling, lots of 'good girl', fingering, oral (m), cum swallowing

a/n: enjoy🫶🏻 wrote this in a day, again, felix is my muse💕

~ divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

~ Masterlist

"What's in it for me?" he leans on the wall with that stupid smirk of his and those big stupid sparkly eyes.

Anger is already bubbling up inside you and your hand twitches, the image of you slapping him across the face and wiping that stupid smirk off runs through your mind.

"Can't you just do something out of decency?" you scoff and he chuckles deeply.

"Maybe I'm not decent." he shrugs nonchalantly, flicking his cigarette carelessly on the floor.

"You're littering." you cross your arms on your chest.

"And you're stalling. Do you want it or not?" he leans in closer to your face, his freckles on display for you to count.

Not that you care, of course.

Your nose scrunches up at the smell of cigarettes permeating off of him, mixed with his cologne and something distinct about him.

"Fine." you spit and he laughs, leaning away.

"No." he answers and your jaw drops.

"No?" you blink confusedly.

"Ask me again. Nicely. And I might consider it." he says, smirking again.

The urge to slap him out of existence comes back.

"I'll find someone else." you turn around, gritting your teeth.

"No, you won't." he calls behind you. "I know you're embarassed to ask for help. I wonder how you even managed to come to me."

"Shut up." you groan before turning to look at him again.

Instead of a smirk, there's a soft smile on his face and you curse yourself for feeling your heart flutter.

"Come on, dove. I know you're a nice girl and you can ask politely." he smirks again with his tongue in cheek.

You know he's not gonna give up until he gets what he wants.

"Please, come help me assemble my new computer?" you bat your eyelashes a few times for good measure and Felix chuckles.

"See, that wasn't so hard. I'll help you. But it comes with a price. I don't do things like this for free." there's a mischievous glint in his eyes, his tongue darting out to wet his plump lips.

You're totally not looking at them.

"What price?" you ask, your heart beating fast, partly in fear and partly in excitement.

"Oh. Don't worry about that, dove. I'll help you first, and then you'll help me." a shit eating grin spreads on Felix's face.

What did you even agree to?, you think.

He was your last resort, after asking seven of your other close friends (who were sadly close to him), they all turned you down with different excuses leaving you with no options but to ask the guy you hate.

"Whatever." you scoff and turn around. "Tomorrow, 7pm at my apartment. Don't be late."

"Sure thing, dove." he calls behind you and you wish you could curse him out.

Lee Felix.

The campus notorious fuckboy.

Everyone talks about him and his 'conquests', all the girls he slept with and then ghosted, but still every single one of them was obnoxiously crushing on him.

You'd hear them talk, how they wish he'd pick them next and a scowl would form on your face.

Do they not have any respect for themselves?

Though everyone talked about him, you never saw him with any girls.

You figured it's probably because you never attended any sort of parties, only keeping up with your studies and a few close friends.

Sadly, your close friends were friends with Felix and that meant you had to endure his presence.

Whether it was your go-to cafe, or a study session in the library, that asshole had to come and ruin your day.

He flirted openly with you and you'd always tell him to fuck off which only served to make him even more persistent.

He could have anyone he wanted and yet whenever he had the chance, he would throw a suggestive comment your way.

It was ticking you off constantly, and you knew he was playing a game, just trying to add another girl to his ever-growing list of fucks.

You weren't gonna give in.

But as much as you hated him, what you hated even more was the fact that his voice made your stomach flutter and his smile made your heart beat faster.

You'd be damned if you let that affect you, though.

That's what you thought, as you waited for him to arrive to your apartment.

Why are you nervous?, you think as you pace back and forth in your living room, biting on your nails.

Hopefully, he actually knows what he's doing since he brags about being a computer geek or else he'll just be wasting your time.

You frown when you notice that he's almost 20 minutes late.

What an asshole.

A series of knocks break you out of your thoughts and you make your way to the door slowly, letting him wait.

You peek through the peephole and see him standing there, in a tanktop, his hair messy, an unlit cigarette stuck behind his ear and shivers run through your body.

Why does he look so good?

He fidgets around as if he's nervous and you raise your eyebrow as he knocks again and runs his hand through his hair a few times, his plump lips pursed.

You stifle a laugh and decide to open the door.

"Took you long enough." he says with a straight face, obviously giving you the elevator eyes.

You hug yourself with your cardigan and squint at him.

"You're the one who's late!" you scoff in disbelief as he pushes past you and walks in like it's his place.

The audacity.

"Where is it?" he asks, grabbing the cigarette that was on his ear and taking out a lighter.

"You're not smoking in my apartment." you snatch the cigarette out of his mouth, throwing it right into the trash and he looks at you before his face breaks into a smirk.

"Bossy, are we?" he licks his lips.

You're totally not looking...

"Let's just get this over with." you say and turn around but notice he isn't following you.

"What is it now?" you look back at him as he crosses his arms over his chest, intentionally flexing his biceps and you gulp quietly, your eyes raking over his frame.

"What kind of host are you? You didn't even ask me if I wanted something to eat or drink." he says.

"You are insufferable." you scoff, but your cheeks heat up.

"Why, thank you." he bows a little. "I'd like some water, please."

"Fine." you all but stomp your way to the kitchen, contemplating for a moment to bring him literal ice in a glass and make him wait for it to melt.

But, you decide to be the bigger person and not get his arrogant teasing get to you.

"Here." you bring him a glass of water and he sips as he stares at you, and you know he's making sure to drink extra slowly just to get on your nerves.

"The computer parts are in my room." you say and Felix finally follows you.

As soon as he walks in, you can see him analyzing your room as he looks around.

Only then you realize how intimate it is to have someone in your room, taking a glimpse at your inner world and comfort place.

"Nice bed." he smirks, his eyes lingering on your soft baby blue blanket and a few plushies leaning against your pillows.

"Anyways. Here it is." you ignore his little comment, pointing at your table.

"Damn. You need this computer for what?" he asks as he looks over at the parts.

"I wanna start making games on Unity." you say and he chuckles.

"What's funny?" you think he's about to mock you, call you stupid for not knowing how to assemble your own computer yet wanting to do something so intricate like programming and 3D modeling.

"Nothing. I think that's cute." Felix's eyes travel all over your body again and you hug yourself.

"You're weird." is the only thing you can think of to answer, nervousness washing over you as the fact that you're alone with Felix in your room finally settles in your brain.

"This is gonna take a while." he hums.

"Alright, I'll just be on my bed then, catching up with my studies. Let me know if you need something." you say and he snorts.

"I thought you'd like to see what I'm doing so next time you don't have to call me if you hate me so much. It'll be like we're hanging out." Felix smirks and you let out an exhale.

"I'd rather not." you reply shortly before turning your back to him, deciding to ignore him.

You can hear him sigh, and for a while it's quiet, only some lofi music playing from your phone before you hear Felix handling the computer parts.

You concentrate on your book, highlighting the important sentences, and as you fall into a comfortable headspace, you almost forget about Felix.

Almost.

"Hey dove, you got something sweet to snack on?" his deep voice breaks your concentration and when you turn to look at him, he licks his lips suggestively and you have to roll your eyes.

He chuckles at your expression as you get up.

"I'll go see what I have."

You rummage through your kitchen cabinets and find some chocolate cookies which you serve on a plate and bring it together with a glass of juice.

"Thank you, dove." he smirks up at you and you just shake your head, making your way back to your comfy bed.

You're deep into your book when suddenly you feel your bed dip.

"What the hell are you doing?" you squeak when you turn around and see Felix leaning on your pillows, laying on your bed.

"Takin' a break." he closes his eyes with a smirk.

"You can't take a break on my bed."

"Why not? Am I making you nervous, dove?" Felix stares up at you and your heart starts hammering in your chest.

He has no right to look this pretty.

Wait, what?

"Hm?" he grins when you stay quiet.

"You have no effect on me whatsoever."

"Keep telling yourself lies." his voice dips lower as he sits up.

"Besides, it's rude to just lay down on someone's bed." you swallow nervously as Felix reaches towards you.

For some reason you can't move as you think he'll touch you but he doesn't, instead he picks up one of your plushies and looks at it.

"Do they have names?" he asks and you stare at him for a few moments before you start laughing in disbelief.

"What? It's a legit question." he shrugs, still holding the teddy in his hands.

"Why are you here, Felix?" you ignore him.

"To assemble your computer?" he bites on his lip.

He really should stop doing that.

"Yeah. So go do that."

"Damn, you're playing hard to get." he chuckles, leaning towards you.

"What is your problem?" you snap suddenly. "Didn't you like fuck half the campus? Why are you trying to get into my pants?"

His eyes widen a little, his lips falling open as he stares at you.

"I did what?" he chuckles.

"Don't act innocent. Everyone knows you're a fuckboy and you're just trying to fuck every girl here so you can have your list of conquests." you cross your arms over your chest, your mood becoming sour.

"Wow, people here really have a knack for telling stories." Felix chuckles again as he leans back on your pillows.

You frown as you turn to look at him.

"What do you mean?" you ask.

"Nothing." he gets up suddenly. "I'll finish what I started." Felix adds, not looking at you as he sits back at your table and continues working.

You can feel the shift in the air, the atmosphere becoming heavier than before and you sigh as you stare at his back.

You get back to studying, trying to ignore the weird feeling stirring in your stomach.

"I'm done." Felix announces after some time and you stand up slowly, making your way to him. "Do you want me to install Windows and stuff?"

"If you don't mind. I mean, not that I can't do it, it's just since you're here, you know..." you start babbling nervously and Felix chuckles.

"Relax, dove." he says with a smirk.

"I'm relaxed." you quip.

"Sure you are." he nods, his lips pursed.

You wonder what it would be like to kiss them.

What is wrong with you? You hate Felix, you think, mentally slapping yourself.

"Okay, it'll take some time to install." he leans back in your chair, his legs spread and just then you notice the sweatpants he's wearing and how they look kind of tight.

And how you can kind of see the outline of him.

"Want something? Just ask." Felix snaps you out of your thoughts.

Oh my god, you panic. You were openly staring at his dick.

He's wearing that shit eating grin on his face as yours becomes red.

"N-no." your throat is dry suddenly.

"Did I do good?" he leans towards you suddenly, making you jolt and almost trip backwards, the back of your thighs hitting the table behind you.

He smirks up at you as your cardigan slides off your shoulder, giving him a better view of your tits in the flimsy top you had on.

"I- yes. I think." you try hard to remain normal but nothing is normal about Felix standing up and trapping you between the table and his body, as his palms lay flat on the wooden surface and you gulp.

"Now you gotta help me, dove." he says, his eyes traveling from yours to your lips.

He looks as if he wants to devour you and you feel like your entire being is on fire when he's close to you like that, the warmth of his body radiating onto yours.

"W-what do you want?" you try to sound normal, but your words come out shaky.

Felix smirks proudly, knowing the effect he has on you.

"You." he answers simply and you sputter a little.

"Excuse me?" you look at him with your eyes wide.

"I want you." he repeats, his face serious, his dark eyes seem even darker, filled with lust and your knees buckle a little.

"You're crazy if you think-"

"Just one kiss. And if you hate it, I'll stop bothering you." he smirks.

"You're insufferable." your heart beats fast, your core throbbing as you feel your arousal drip on your panties.

"So you've told me, dove." he whispers, his lips dangerously close to yours.

"Fine. One kiss." you give in and before you can even utter anything else, his lips are on yours.

It's not what you imagined, you thought he'd kiss you hungrily and sloppily, but his kiss feels more desperate and slow, like he's been living and waiting just for this moment, just to have you under his spell.

You know everything about him, or you think you do, you know he's just a fuckboy, and you're the same as those other girls who fell under his charm but his lips are so addicting.

You're cursing yourself on the inside but you can't stop kissing him, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, your hand on the back of his neck, fingertips tangled in his dark hair.

Felix responds with a quiet hum, his hands flying to your waist as he presses himself into you and you gasp, giving him the opportunity to push his tongue inside your mouth.

He tastes like chocolate and cigarettes, like Felix.

You can't believe you're letting your sworn enemy kiss you.

His tongue explores your mouth, savoring the way you taste and swallowing the little moans you make as you pull at his hair.

Felix whines into you, biting on your lower lip before releasing it and leaning back.

His eyes are filled with lust and you're sure that you mirror his gaze.

"I take it you enjoyed that." Felix's voice is even more deep and husky as he observes your perky nipples poking against your flimsy top and your thighs subtly rubbing together.

His hands slide down to grab at your ass and you squeak, jolting and grabbing onto his arms.

"I- I..." you try to come up with some kind of witty answer but all that's running through your mind is letting Felix have his way with you.

You feel his hard cock pressing into you and he chuckles deeply when he realizes you have nothing to say.

"Cat got your tongue, baby?" he smirks, puffing his chest out and it runs right through you and lands into your core, more arousal pooling on your already soaked panties.

"You want more?" he asks as your lips tremble.

"Y-yeah." you say weakly, angry at yourself for being like this but at this point you were ready to throw everything out the window just for him.

You guess that he was just that good, and every girl fell for his charm and let him take her, and now you're going to be just another number on his list.

"Ask nicely, dove." his hand wraps around your neck and you gasp a little, leaning into his touch.

"P-please, more." your voice is almost unrecognizable and Felix laughs before grabbing you and turning you around quickly, his hand pushed into your upper back, making your front collide with the table.

You whimper as he slides off your cardigan, tossing it aside and pressing his middle into your ass hard.

"You're so sweet, my dove. Such a good girl." he holds you down, his other hand caressing your ass as he grinds into you slowly.

"Oh - shut up." you groan, feeling frustrated and needy.

"Don't be a brat." he warns with a little pinch on your flesh.

"Or what?" you challenge and he lets out a low chuckle before hooking his fingers in your shorts and pulling them down quickly, leaving you just in your panties, white with little pink flowers and he groans at the sight.

"So cute." he says and without warning his hand collides with your flesh as he gives your ass a hard smack.

"Ah! Felix!" you grip at the table, your eyes wide.

"Yeah, dove. Yeah. Say my name." he smacks you again and you wiggle, trying to move away.

"I warned you." he holds you down, pressed against the table. "Just be a good girl and take what I give you." he adds, landing another smack on your ass before his fingers slide on the wet patch on your panties.

"A-ah!" you whine as he plays with you.

"All this for me? I thought you hated me." he smirks.

"I- I do." you pant as he slides his fingers into your underwear, touching your wet lips and dipping his fingertips into your hole.

"She loves me though." Felix whispers as he leans over you, his fingers pressed into your clit.

"Oh-" you moan, jolting back into him.

"I bet she will love taking my cock even more." he adds and you whine, your brain turning into mush the more he teases you and talks to you like that.

"Mm." you hear him moan and look up at him just to see him licking at his fingers that were just on your pussy.

"F-Felix..." you moan, wanting him, needing him closer to you.

"Tell me what you want, dove." his hands slide on your thighs, ass and lower back and every touch feels like he's setting your skin on fire.

"B-bed." you whimper as he runs his fingers over your panties again.

"I thought you didn't want me on your bed."

The bastard.

"Please. Please." you beg, wiggling your ass and pushing it into his pelvis, trying to persuade him to stop teasing.

"If you insist." he smirks and picks you up so fast that you barely registered he got you in his arms as he laid you down on your soft blanket.

You turned to your plushies, feeling a bit weirded out as you reached out to move them.

"Let them watch." Felix chuckles with a smirk and you look at him, letting out a small giggle.

"Alright." you shrug and he wastes no time as he slides his tanktop off and you very obviously drool at the sight of his abs and nipples.

"See something you fancy?" he teases.

"Yes." you nod and he laughs.

"You're gonna love this even more." he says, taking his pants off and of course, he wasn't wearing any underwear, the fucking whore of a man.

His cock is hard and it springs out, smacking against his abs, all wet with pre cum and ready to be inside you.

"You're drooling, baby." Felix says, almost in a mocking tone.

"Am not." you quickly answer.

"Mhm." the shit eating grin is back as he puts his hands on your waist and slides your top up, taking it off.

"Wow." he stares at your breasts and you chuckle breathlessly.

"See something you fancy?" you tease him back and he throws his head back in a fit of laughter.

"Definitely." Felix bites his lower lip as his hands grab at your tits, massaging them and playing with your nipples, pinching them and pulling on them before he leans down and starts leaving kisses on your breasts.

You whine, needing more friction, your middle lifting up towards his, where his cock hangs delicious and heavy.

Felix smirks as he sucks on your nipple, swirling his tongue around the bud, his hands sliding your panties off as he throws them to the side.

The tip of his cock presses on your clit and both of you whine as he detaches from your nipple and looks down, taking his length in his hand and sliding it against your wet folds.

"Hey don't- not yet-" you shiver and he shushes you.

"Don't worry, I'll put on a condom." he reassures you before diving down to leave kisses on your hot skin.

He gets up suddenly, picking his pants off the floor and taking out a condom and you roll your eyes at him.

"What?" he rips open the packet as he looks at you.

"You came prepared." you say as he kneels between your legs.

"I'm always prepared." he smirks as he rolls the rubber on his cock.

Is it too late to back out now?, you think as his fingertips dance on your inner thighs before settling between your legs and playing with your folds.

You can't believe you're about to let Lee Felix fuck you.

You fell for it after all, you whine as he slowly pushes two of his fingers in, your pussy sucking them in like she was hungry for him.

"I don't think you even need to be prepped." he smirks, sliding his fingers in your warmth. "You're taking me so well already."

You can only moan at his words, arching into his hand.

He keeps smirking, fucking his fingers in and out of you as slow as humanly possible, driving you insane with frustration.

"Oh my god, Felix just fuck me!" you thrash against the soft blanket and he laughs, the jerk.

"Beg for it." he grins, sliding his fingers out and your pussy clenches around nothing.

"You're an asshole." you whimper and he raises his brow at you.

"Am I?" Uh oh. The look in his eyes becomes darker.

"Let me show you then. How much of an asshole I am." he mutters before gripping your body and swiftly turning you around, his hand on the back of your neck as he pushes your face into the pillow.

You gasp as he smacks your ass, your hands grabbing at the blanket.

He grips your hip and without warning pushes his length inside you making you moan loudly as he bottoms out.

The stretch is painful at first but your body is burning up for him and as he fits himself inside you, you clench around him, the pain turning into pleasure.

"See how she fucking loves me? She's trying to keep me in." he chuckles behind you and you whine, pushing back into him.

"Please, fuck me Felix."

He laughs as he gathers your hair in his hand, holding it in a makeshift ponytail.

"See, you can be so nice. You just need someone who knows how to put you in your place." he leans down to whisper in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin before he leans back.

Before you can even catch a breath, Felix pulls your head back harshly and sets a brutal pace, fucking into you fast, the sounds of skin slapping skin loud as he rattles your body with his.

"Yeah. Take it. That's it." he spanks you as he bullies his cock deep inside you, the tip kissing your cervix with every brutal thrust.

You can't even speak as you hold onto the pillow for dear life, a string of moans and curses spilling from your lips.

You're already close and you feel so embarassed because you've never been fucked so good that you're close to cumming in a mere minute.

Your legs shake as Felix continues his onslaught, both with his unforgiving hips and his hand smacking your ass, leaving red marks on your flesh, his other hand pulling your head so far back that you feel like you can't breathe properly.

"Cum for me, dove." he smirks as he feels you clenching hard around him.

"Y-yes, Felix, ah!" you manage to whimper as you explode all over his cock, coating him in your juices.

"That's what I like to see. Good girl." he continues fucking you and tears gather in your eyes as waves of pleasure keep running through your body.

"No one ever fucked you right, hm?" he snickers at the state of you. "Don't worry dove. I'll make sure you can never cum from any other dick except mine." he adds and fucks you even harder, which you thought was impossible but he manages to knock all the breath you had in your lungs and make you cum once again.

"Shit!" his hips stutter and he pulls out quickly.

"Come here." he almost growls as he rips off the condom.

You turn around on all fours, dizzy and ears ringing, your body still shaking as your pussy leaks.

"Open your mouth." he orders and you stupidly obey, too fucked out to protest.

Felix shoves his cock into your mouth, making you gag as you choke on his length.

"You're gonna take it all." he fucks into you a few times before he explodes, pushing deep into you and making you swallow everything.

"Shit." he whines as he pulls out and you cough a little.

"Are you okay?" Felix asks as you sit up, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek and you look at him like he has three heads.

"Why do you care? I know I'm just a number on your list now so you can drop the act and leave." your eyes water for some reason and Felix frowns.

"Why don't you first tell me what you heard about me, dove?" he comes closer to you even though you try to push him away.

"That you slept with half the campus and ghosted every girl you fucked." you say bitterly and he has the audacity to laugh.

"What's funny?" you spit, anger bubbling up inside you.

"You really believe everything you hear? It's just a story, y/n. I did not in fact fuck half the campus." Felix continues giggling. "I'm kinda flattered people think I can pull that many girls, though." he adds, shaking his head.

"Oh." you're flabbergasted for a moment.

"I only have eyes for one girl." he says, his hand caressing your cheek and you cough, choking on your spit.

"W-what?" you ask, still not processing what he's telling you.

"It's you, dove. Why did you think I flirted with you?"

"I thought you did that with everyone."

"Oh, you are so wrong and I'm gonna prove it to you. Starting with a date tomorrow?" Felix says and you're still sitting in disbelief.

"Don't look so shocked." he chuckles and leans in, kissing you gently, his arms wrapping around you as he lays you down again.

"Are you serious?" you ask.

"Dead serious." he presses his lips on your cheek.

"Alright. We can go on a date. You're still insufferable, though." you smirk at him and Felix laughs, his sincere laughter making you giggle too.

As he cuddled up against you, your bed a mess after your fun activities, half of your plushies forgotten on the floor, you're glad you had to ask him to help you.

"I think your Windows finished installing."

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[hicomsstuff]

The Hot dealer (part two)

Summary: as Chris leaves my house in the morning, I begged him to stay just a little bit longer but something gladly happens (read part one to understand this part two)

Warnings: smut, swearing, sex, pet names (good girl, ma/mama etc)

"Hey darling I should leave now.." Chris says whispering in my ear "stay a bit longer?, please Chris." "Alright then, what are you even doing today?" "Well I'm not 100% sure just yet but I know that I'm going to have a shower now" "okay I'll just find a movie to watch and order food or something" I nod my head and grab some fresh clothes and a towel

A couple minutes into my shower, Chris comes knocking on the door "you nearly done in there, I got your favourite treat!" "What is it?" I ask "weed, duhh" I quickly turn off the shower and get changed, I start to open the door and I see Chris just standing there "well come on we don't have all day" "we?" I ask "yep" Chris says while setting up the weed for me

"Here you go", Chris hands me the weed, finally. 5 minutes into being high and talking, Chris says "you know...I like someone" "who is it??" "I'm not saying you'll have to figure out yourself" I wonder who it could be then I think for a moment what if it's me? It's probably not though..

"Well when will you tell me who it is?", I ask Chris "never. I won't say until you find out who it is" I roll my eyes at him "oi you can't be rolling your eyes at me since you begged me to do it for you last night.." "ugh, shut up Chris!!"

As the day goes on it's getting pretty late "well I probably have to go home now so bye I'll see you tomorrow afternoon?" Chris says while smiling at me "oh..do you think maybe you could stay over again I know it's a lot to ask for but I just hate it when I'm alone" I ask him with tears in my eyes

"Hey what's wrong??" He sits down next to me and pulls me into him "I just..I don't know" "everything will be okay, I'll stay over again, my love" I never really heard Chris comfort me before and it's kinda odd he will call me "darling" or "my love" all the time but he never actually confesses any feelings for me

I finally figured out what's wrong...I'm the one falling in love with my dealer. "I can never tell him this" I quietly mumble to myself "I'm just gonna go to lay down" I softly say "alright, wanna cuddle baby?" "Yes please, Chris" I mumbled as my head is curled up against his chest as well as his arms around me comforting me

A few minutes later, I sit up and start to wake Chris up "hmm, what is it?" "I uh..I think I might have feelings for you..", Chris is wide awake now "actually?, how long for?" "Maybe a couple months.., I wasn't going to tell you but I couldn't keep this secret in any longer" "I'm so glad you told me, because you're the person I'm in love with, darling"

As Chris and I finish our conversation we head back to bed to talk more about it tomorrow, *ring* as my alarm goes off I start to get ready for the day, since it's a Friday I don't have work for the rest of the week so I just get into a hoodie and some leggings

"Hey, my love" Chris says while walking up behind me trying to kiss me, of course I kiss him back and he sits down on the couch next to me "so..should we talk about last night?

"Yeah of course we can" "alright, well firstly, I'm in love with you y/n...I think you have the most wonderful personality and you're absolutely so gorgeous and kind to everyone. Will you be my girlfriend?"

Before I answer him I just kiss him harshly "well I'll take that as a yes" Chris wishpers in my ear. I nod my head "I'm so glad you said that, baby. Yes I will be your girlfriend"

"Good. Because you're mine now" I don't know if I should feel nervous or excited, Chris picks me up and takes me to the bedroom

"You trust me?" "Yes I do..why?" "Well you're about to see why" he takes my pants off with no hesitation, he doesn't say what hes going to do with me but I'm sure I know what he's gonna do

He takes my lace underwear off and goes to take my shirt off, but surprisingly he sees me with no bra on "no bra huh? Must have been waiting for me to touch you" I nod my head

He also takes his clothes off, both of us bare naked in bed while kissing non-stop, Chris goes down to my pussy and sees how wet I already am

"Soo wet for me?" "Yes Chris I am, but I need more...please touch me" chris looks at me with a smirk on his face "beg for it." "Please Chris, fuck me till I cum, I beg.", he smiles at me

As his head goes down to my clit he starts to lick it "fuckkk, don't stop" "I won't baby, I promise" "I really want to put my dick in you, sweetheart" "then do it." "Bet" as Chris puts his cock in me, I moan loudly begging for more

He starts to push down on my stomach to see how deep he is, I can't breathe properly because of how much pleasure I'm getting with him pressing down on me as well as is hard dick in me

"Gosh, you feel so fucking good. I can't get enough of you", I moan out as a response back to him, he pulls out as he feels me cumming "love my dick don't you?" "I fucking love it, Chris" I say while he goes down to my pussy to clean me up

Later on, he gets me changed back into my clothes and he puts his clothes back on as well "you okay ma?" "I'm more than okay, baby" me and him lay down on the bed together while cuddling

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 104 - Sweet Moments (and Potato)

Let's kick this new day off with a maternity photoshoot!

When they get home, Xander seems a little nervous.

Xander: So, uh, don't be mad, but I made an impulse purchase and it looks like it just got dropped off.

Ophelia: Xander, what did you do?

Xander: I got you a push present! You'll like him, I promise.

Ophelia: Uh, him?

The man of the hour strolls through the front door.

Xander: Meet Sweet Potato!

Ophelia: Oh. My. Watcher!

She immediately picks him up and loves on him.

Ophelia: Oh, he's perfect!

Xander: You'd say that about any cat.

Ophelia: Still. Thank you, sweetie!

Xander focuses on some yardwork while keeping an eye on Gemma and Marshmallow so Ophelia can bond with their new pet.

As Ophelia takes a late day nap, she officially hits her third trimester. One day closer to meeting her little one.

Ophelia wakes up right before it's time to put Gemma to bed.

Ophelia: Good night, sweetie. Maybe your baby sister will be here tomorrow. Isn't that exciting?

Gemma: 😴

Later, Xander realizes something.

Xander: We still don't have a name.

Ophelia: Oh yeah. Well, I came up with Gemma's name. I think it's only fair you get the honors this time.

Xander: Really? Well, I was looking at some names earlier…

Xander: The name Lucia stuck out to me.

Ophelia: Lucia… That's pretty. We can call her Lucy for short.

Xander: Or Lulu.

Ophelia: XANDER! We are not calling this child Lulu Lemon!

Xander: Why not?

Ophelia: That's TOO silly!

Xander: I think it's cute!

Ophelia: That doesn't mean it isn't also silly!

Xander: Admit it, you like it.

Ophelia: No I don't!

Xander: Then why are you laughing?

Ophelia: Because you're ridiculous!

Xander goes to talk to Ophelia's belly. He rubs gently as he questions the growing life as if it can answer him.

Xander: YOU like it, don't you, baby girl?

Ophelia: Hey! Don't turn her against me! She kind of needs me.

Xander: Don't listen to Mommy, Lulu, she's being silly.

The baby kicks and Xander beams.

Xander: She kicked! That means she likes it!

Ophelia: No it doesn't! She kicks every twenty minutes. You just got lucky.

Xander: Nope, Lulu has spoken!

Ophelia: I like Lucia, but we are not calling her Lulu!

Xander crouches down so he can talk to the baby on a more personal level.

Xander: Don't worry, Lulu, Mommy will come around.

Ophelia: No she won't!

Xander: Just know no matter what you're called, we love you so, so much, okay?

Ophelia smiles as Xander places a gentle kiss onto her baby bump. He may be a goober, but he's an amazing dad to Gemma, and she knows he'll be just as amazing with Lulu- I mean Lucia.

Sweet Potato and Marshmallow are ambivalent to each other, so that's probably the best outcome we could have gotten. They've both got the lazy trait, so I think hating each other would take too much effort.

They still sleep in different cat trees that night though.

It's a new day and Ophelia's ready to pop! Gemma still needs breakfast though, so she spends the morning with her little girl while she's still an only child.

I've tried all the baby food with her but she's so unsure about almost everything. At least applesauce is a winner!

Xander: We're going to need to get a second high chair for Lulu.

Ophelia: I think we can wait until Lul- LUCIA can sit up.

Xander: Ah, you said Lulu! You heard that, right Gemmy?

Gemma: 😗

Ophelia's feeling inspired, so she works on writing another song for the band. She's about to have her hands full in a few days, so she wants to work while the creativity is flowing and she doesn't have two little ones on her hands.

Xander uses that time to bond with Gemma. They're going to be busy with the new baby and he doesn't want her to feel neglected.

Gemma definitely enjoys babbling at Daddy. He's a great listener!

Xander brings Gemma inside to work on standing when he hears a guitar slam to the ground.

Xander: You okay Lemon Cake?

Ophelia stumbles into the room, moaning and groaning.

Ophelia: Xander, call Hilary and tell her we're dropping Gemma off. The baby's coming!

[wardenred]

Sapphic September 11: Letters

More Post-Final Girls, and a direct sequel to this earlier snippet.

The first message arrives four months after the Grand Change, and at first, Meline thinks it's a prank. The address is encrypted. The sender’s ID is untraceable. There's no way to tell whether it was sent from within or outside the city limits. Maybe Freki could discover something; that one has always been freakishly talented. They're still not cooperating, though.

Yes, Meline does resort to asking, if not to begging. All she gets is a bout of laughter in her face.

She spends days staring at the few lines. I hear you're asking about us. Flo and I are well. It's been an interesting few months, and I have a hope that our future is only going to get more exciting. I sincerely hope you're doing well, too, and that you're achieving your goals with X-City. They're good goals, for what it's worth. I've always believed that. It's only your methods that I question, but I suppose at this point we can agree to disagree. If you decide to write back, I'll be glad.

That's all she gets. That, and the signature. 

-Jules

Meline only responds to the message because she's told it might help locate the sender. Her answering letter floats through the electronic ether loaded with tracers, interceptors, and bugs.

None of the little programs work.

Her web-reconnaissance team assure her they can keep trying. That's why, when another message comes, Meline writes back again.

Jules, assuming that's her, avoids answering any questions about her whereabouts, only occasionally resorting to a simple "You can stop trying, Mel, you know I won't tell you." She does say enough that it's clear she's not in X-City, or any of the other cities, for that matter. Or at least that she wants Meline to believe she isn't. Her descriptions of sands at night and star-peppered skies ring true, but she's always been one for vivid imagery. When they were in school together, the one subject Meline couldn't ever beat her at was essay composition.

Jules is also aware their correspondence is being watched. She slips in little notes for Meline's employers as postscripts. Better luck next time, I'd say, but I don't really want you to be in luck. That last virus was vicious, kudos for that. Oops, is someone getting desperate? Despite that, she is surprisingly candid. She talks openly about her feelings and moods. About Flo, who apparently doesn't know she's been in correspondence with Meline ("I'll tell her when she's ready"). About her anxiety over meeting so many new people and trying so many new things.

All the while, Jules's father keeps claiming he hasn't been in contact with his daughter since she left. So Meline doesn’t tell him anything either.

Weeks later, when the team is as close as they can get to admitting defeat, Meline tells them to quit. This isn't going anywhere, she tells them. This is nothing more than a distraction.

They stop monitoring the mailbox. She doesn't stop writing. Her letters get longer now. She doesn't want to open up, but she lets thing slip. How hard it's been, filling her mother's shoes. How she isn't sure these shoes fit her, even. How yes, it's about the methods, too, not just goals.

Jules doesn't stop writing either. Until she does.

At first, Meline thinks she must be simply busy. There's nothing strange about skipping on a reply for a day. For two days, even.

On day three, she's worried. On day four, she's climbing walls and cancelling meetings.

There's a lot of dangers beyond the city walls. It's not all beautiful stars.

Day five, day six, day seven. Day ten.

Tomorrow, I'll talk to Freki again, she swears on day twelve before bed. It's probably going to be of no use, but if she tries and tries and tries, if she agrees to let them go, if—

Her comm pings. 

The message arrives with the same cipher in place of a return address, but those aren't Jules's words on the screen. Same font, same background, no signature, but Mel can't imagine being wrong on the sender's identity.

So. Hey. I should have written sooner, but I was mad at you & Jules both. She's fine, by the way. Well, she will be. They’ve got great healthcare here in the middle of nowhere. Anyway, I've given it some thought, talked to some people, and maybe I'm willing to give this "communicating instead of burning bridges" thing a go. 

If it doesn't work out, I've got gasoline.

[elenaesmoved]

Well now she doesn't want to tell her. Purely out of spite- But she's had a hard fucking week and no one to god damned talk to about it. So despite her adamant will to keep her mouth shut- Katherine starts talking before she even realized her mouth was open.

"Damon decided on a whim to throw me out of the house. Never mind it's sixteen degrees outside and SNOWING- apparently drinking half the bottle of his hundred year old scotch was grounds for eviction.

Bonnie wouldn't even answer the door, Stefan said he'd 'manage' Damon but that could take another hundred and fifty years, Matt told me absolutely not, Caroline said she would be more interested in housing a wasp nest- So I came here because I was out of options and I saw the space heater from the window."

Tune in tomorrow for the exciting continuation of Suddenly Human! Tales of a five hundred year old teenager!

ㅤㅤshe waits patiently for an opportunity to speak, able to sense a run on explanation when it appears. she can't help but snort at the mention of the eldest salvatore. ❛❛ this is damon we're talking about, of course he felt that was reason enough. ❜❜ and knowing his weird obsession slash hatred of katherine, he's probably enjoying this more than anyone. oddly enough, that actually encourages her to help, despite her own rocky relationship with her predecessor. besides, it's obvious katherine is struggling. and despite everything, her conscience won't let her not help. ❛❛ you know, if i were a mean or petty person, i'd point out how ironic it is that you had to come to me of all people for help. but i'm neither of those things, so i'll just say there's a spare room you can stay in until you get things figured out. ❜❜ her words take on a more playful tone as she points. ❛❛ but if i find any knives missing or weird things in my food, or anything else suspicious, i'm giving you the boot too. ❜❜

[roman-cates]

"… Whatever you say, sir." Monotone voice. Looking away from Bryce. The Roman from just after Mallory's visit is back, and while Bryce can't say it's his favorite Roman, it's worlds better than the more recent one.

He should have seen that response coming. Did see it coming, just wasn't able to swerve fast enough to avoid it.

He takes a step away and turns his back on Roman. The green of endless corn fields fill his view, and he suddenly, desperately, wants to be in a city. Any city, anywhere with signs that are lit up garishly even in the daytime, with cafes every block or so, with places he can walk to and fade into anonymity.

He's startled by the loud ringing of his phone, which he apparently left in his pocket. His computer guy cleaned it recently, and he's mostly certain there's no way anyone could have used it to overhear his recent conversation, but he jumps anyway.

He turns until Roman can see him, and holds his finger to his lips before he pulls the phone from his pocket. The screen says Mallory, and answers, raising it to his ear.

"Mal," he greets her. "I told you, I'm not talking to you about Lenny. That's a discussion I'll have with Boss."

"I know that, I get it, agreement with her, not me, yada yada yada. I'm calling about Jordan."

He feels his eyes go wide. He thumbs the volume control up and holds it a little way from his ear, so Roman won't hurt himself trying to listen in. Bryce had sent Mallory what he was pretty sure was Jordan's legal name late last night, so he guess this call made sense.

"Yeah…Name pan out?"

"Actually, it was the store you sent me the other day." The store…Oh, from the day after Roman tried to escape, and he'd buried himself in his work to deal with it. But..that store was a good twelve hour drive from here.

"Yeah…?"

"Yeah. You really are the best. Jordan's been captured, and is en route to the house as we speak." Of course he's the best. It's a little annoying to have her say it like it's some kind of revelation.

"ETA?" He asks eagerly.

"I wouldn't count on our team delivering them before tomorrow. Maybe the next day. You'll be there, right?"

"…Sure. Wouldn't miss it for the world." He can probably get Boss riled up, make things a bit more painful for Jordan. And then end them.

"Great! Boss put me in charge this time."

Wait, what? No.

"What? Why? Mal, I don't think you're ready for this."

"Boss does, and you're following her orders, right? Anyway, I'll let you know as soon as we have a concrete time, but keep your schedule open. Bye!" And she's gone.

Bryce lowers the phone and stares at it.

Previous

Bryce turns away from Roman and Roman lets out a quiet breath. But then Bryce gets a phone call. And tells Roman to be quiet. ... As if he wouldn't have been silent anyway.

It's Mallory. Roman doesn't even try to listen in until Bryce seems to get excited about something and turns up the volume on the call. Roman can hear easily.

"Yeah…Name pan out?"

Name..? Who's name..? He can't tell for a moment, until...

"Yeah. You really are the best. Jordan's been captured, and is en route to the house as we speak."

Roman's eyes go wide. J? They caught J?? Roman feels an intense rush of emotions that somewhat confuse him. Excitement— whether positive or negative he can't tell— anger towards J, gladness. He has questions. And suddenly he's glad that Bryce reminded him to be quiet.

It takes great effort for Roman to stay silent, but he waits— impatiently— for the call to be over. He somewhat disregards a lot of the conversation after that point. He doesn't really understand what it all means.

[the-firebird69]

We're going to come to an agreement on how to get rid of trump and her friend says it everybody hits him in their way and we're going to run this master plan to get rid of him at the same time and that will work if people lay off and he's off cuz we're supposed to be doing this it won't work that well but we're going to have a time thing and we're going to do our thing and I guess that's the max and he's right if it overlaps so what we've got them we hit them and take his brain out or whatever and go to the next one this is not a bad idea and he's good at because he has to be cuz these guys made it that way I'll tell you what it's a whole bunch of rotten apples we're putting up a shield he's right that's going to affect the ocean you can't have ships going in and out even though the shield doesn't go down to the water there's no reason to have a shield unless you're stopping the ships and keeping them within the perimeter of the shield and he also says his way to put in the atmosphere we know about that too and kind of personal energy but it's like a detection system too only it only destroys small and protected missiles but really it damages most of them and we're looking at that too there's a lot of energy it requires a lot of energy and we could put a base on Australia and just keep hitting them. We say we probably wouldn't be able to stay there it's probably true and they don't have obelisk there they have to do it to New Zealand too luckily there's only a few places they're in no they're across the whole thing yes so Emily is Camilla but she's trapped and I'm starting to figure out something the assholes have to stop this s*** but you won't Tommy f is encouraging it and we're spending a lot of time and effort doing it but everybody is and we have to we don't want to get hurt by this so in the meeting we're going to take care of it

Mac

Star wars good go back to sleep and rest

Hera you don't smell anything so I see something I changed the words and gross is this winners sometimes they get up early and they go to the small one and sit there and talking to the stupid s***

I have a few of these flying cities and you want to use them to go up there and put on top of the laser holes it's not really advisable but you can't really fire the laser and I do manage to do it then they never move the cities but these people are stupid and cloud city is sokovia yes but Tomorrowland it's not. And he is the character you see lando calrissian and it's famous for what he does as a rebel and they also bring that life form tomorrow and attraction there they're all excited and have a huge War over it it's really over here and they get the life form because of the movie space I think it's named that's who the guy farting in the space suit and it's his son and Trump and they send it up to the space station and get infected by two of them and the reason that they do that is to try and nuke other areas in disguise and you super strange and we don't really want them doing that and he got the message out and it went everywhere and said at what point are they going to start that and also everybody panicked and it's working

Thor Freya he does a whole bunch of movies fast and the furious and but really people are questioning them and getting the answer already

The shield is going up now over both Islands to make sure that they don't fire any missiles and BJ has a bunch of spaceships and they're sitting there on the ground and they can reach the ships above but usually they can intercept and the empire will attack them if they fart if they're fired on and BJ can go out to the edge and fly off but they don't want him to do that until Trump is up with Dan planet toys planet toys planetoids and they just have a lasers. And yeah there's a blockade I guess it's really a shield but they can't go up and they're starting to close off their ships from going after stuff so we're going to have to take immediate action now he says they would dispatching troops

Olympus

[mollymaehague]

It'll come together and it'll be perfect. All good things take time and it's so difficult to decorate from afar. You two are so busy, especially this time of the year. Are you into decorating it all yourself or having some help with a designer? I did a bit of both for my house. That makes so much sense; you have probably tried on every style of dress before you were engaged because of the line of work you're in whereas a lot of women don't wear black tie gowns unless they go to prom, a ball, etc. I think I've only wore a handful of gowns because I don't do all that many red carpets. They make me nervous! But it's so fun to get dressed up and feel like a queen. I wore more formal wear when I did beauty pageants when I was a teenager. My manager just recently got married and she said the same thing about just knowing it's the dress. It sounds like the most magical moment. Did you cry when you put yours on? I'm so happy you two found your way back to each other because you're the perfect match and it's just clear how happy you two make each other. And you two make the cutest babies. Oh gosh, she's a clever little girl! I'm not quick on my feet either! You should compile a list of potential answers for all the questions she's going to shoot at you in the future. I can understand that, I think I'd feel the same exact way. I'm not the best in asking for help in other areas of my life either, or in general. I'm sure your family and Danny's family are eager to get some baby cuddles in, though! private: I think it's so important for women to speak out about it as well. I've seen so many other women in the entertainment industry, yourself included, talk about their battle with endometriosis and I truly believe that's helping more women recognizing it to advocate for themselves. As women, we were expected to just accept pain, especially menstrual related pain, for so long that it would get written off. Periods are not meant to be that painful. As you said, it never fully goes away but surgeries can help with a lot of the symptoms and help with chances for fertility. I feel they've come such a long way in the past few years especially, with not just awareness, but surgeries and helping manage symptoms. I get that fear; you know it's always something you'll have to deal with and those fears of will it get worse again are always there even if you're feeling much better than you did pre-op. You found out about Weston through your endo? Were you concerned it was acting up again and found out you were pregnant at the doctor? I appreciate the different view on it all rather than simply "yes, great idea!" and selling some fairytale. I get it'll be a sacrifice and my world will change, and I also get I won't fully grasp what that means until I have a baby myself but I feel as ready as I think I'd be in a couple years - even though no one is ever 100% ready for kids, even if they've been planning with their partner for awhile. My lifestyle isn't the normal lifestyle of a twenty-four year old. I'm such a homebody, I'm no party girl, I don't really find excitement in any of that stuff. I'm a bit of an old soul in a twenty-four year old body. Not to say I think I'm this mature person and above all that normal twenty-four year old stuff.. I've just always been more settled and ready for the next step in life, if that makes sense? Any twenty-four year old has a lot more maturing to do, regardless. I'm just ready to be a mum, if it's in God's plan for me. We'll find out in a couple of weeks. Two weeks from tomorrow, actually. I have my embryo transfer in the morning. And if I do get that positive test, prepare for all the questions and me coming to you for mum advice. @oliviaamendola

So much has changed since those years, but this framed dress still has me in a chokehold. As it should! Your home should always be a safe space. The house is built, but we haven't personalized it in the way I want to. We also haven't spent more than a few days in Austin since the beginning of the year so it's tough trying to get some of that done when it's not a huge focus for us at the moment. It'll come together, just slower than we originally anticipated –– but for good reasons. It's funny, there was a vision but it was a bit vague, if that makes sense at all. Being in the industry we are, we get to wear so many gorgeous gowns so I wanted my wedding dress to be something that I wouldn't typically gravitate toward for another event. Bridal, but still me. So, in a way it surprised me but it also had so many elements that I gravitate to. When they say that when you find the dress, you feel it? That's one hundred percent true and it sounds crazy until you actually experience it for yourself. He did? What a sap! If you would have told me three years ago that we'd be living the life we currently are, I would've laughed in your face. It's funny how things work out in the end and I couldn't be more grateful that they did. It is! Scarlett threw me for a loop the other day. She's used to Danny being home on Mondays, so she was confused when he wasn't. She kept banging on the bathroom door saying 'dada dada' and, usually, when I tell her he's at work she drops it and moves on. This time when I said he was at work, she turned and looked me dead in the eyes and goes 'why?'. Like, I was not expecting that at all and now I'm worried I'll have to start coming up with actual answers for her. I'm not that quick on my toes! That, and you feel guilty for asking for help. Even more guilty when it's family and their reassurance that they're happy to help doesn't make you feel any better. I never want anyone to feel like I'm pawning my kids off on them and sometimes I'm too stubborn to ask for help. PRIVATE: It's good that you were able to get an early diagnosis and have a 'jump start' on it, even though that's a terrible way of phrasing it. So many women are getting diagnosed earlier which means that more doctors are getting better at recognizing it or more women are self-advocating and not taking no for an answer. It saves you so many years of pain. I wouldn't say it was high risk, but my doctors were aware that there were more risks and monitored me a little more carefully. My peace of mind came from praying about it and knowing that God wouldn't put me through something I wasn't capable of handling. Thankfully my pregnancies were perfect, all things considered. It didn't make them less scary, not even my second, but it's possible to have no complications at all! Exactly, and there's always the fear that it'll "come back". Not that it ever goes away, but I've been in a really great place since my surgery and the worry of regression is real. That's actually how I found out I was pregnant with Weston. Just like with weddings, you have to do what feels best for you. You know yourself best. I only mention it because I wouldn't want you to look back and have regrets –– like this is too much to handle or wishing you would've waited two years because you've found your soulmate and can go through the process together. Or, and this is a funny but real one, you just want to take an hour long bath with a glass of wine. From the moment you realize that baby is inside of you, your entire life transforms to prioritize them and their needs. It doesn't mean you cease to exist, but you make sacrifices for them –– sacrifices that I, looking back now, would've felt some kind of way making when I was your age despite wanting kids so badly. It also took me until a few years ago to realize how incredibly immature I was back then, so it tracks. You're the only one who know you best. You're the only one who can live your life and if this is a calling you feel, then you have to explore it. Everything will happen the way it's meant to. @mollymaehague

[beachy--head]

Prompt

Days or weeks after april agrees to move to boston, jackson comes back to her house to check how everything is going with his girls and matthew is there (he came for idk to take things he left before april and harriet move to boston) and everything is really awkward and funny.

"Hey, so I know I should go pack my place up but I was in the neighbourhood and I got waffles and I thought I would go check on– heeeey, Matthew?"

Matthew Taylor has never been excited or happy to see him, and that won't change any time soon (nor ever, probably), but the face he makes when he opens the door to his house (their house?) is something else.

Without a word, he sighs and opens the door wider, motioning for Jackson to come in. After closing the door, he calls "April, your... Jackson is here," and then stands in silence.

Now Jackson has encountered a few awkward situations, a lot of them actually involving the man standing next to him, and of course, none will top off standing up at the man's wedding and running away with his bride, but this is not comfortable by any means. What can he say? "So, how are you doing?", "Sorry about the divorce, bud", "Guess that'll teach you to cut Hattie's sandwiches weird"? He finally remembers something April said about Philadelphia, and tries to make small talk.

"Oh, April told me about your sister, is she alright?"

Matthew rolls his eyes but answers anyway.

"She's feeling better, yeah. I'm going back there tomorrow, after I'm done with everything here."

Jacksons nods. There goes the full extent of the small talk he's capable of, and he wonders if he should leave or address the elephant in the room. He decides on the latter, because the silence is unbearable, and they're all adults here, right?

"Hey April told me, I'm sorry abo–"

"Daddy!"

He's saved when Harriet, running at full speed towards him, collides with his legs. With a laugh he lifts her up and holds her close, dropping a kiss on her cheek. Thank God for his daughter's impeccable timing.

"Matthew, look, daddy's here!"

"Yeah, I know," Matthew grumbles, and Jackson has to turn his head to hide his smirk.

"Jackson, hi! Didn't know you were coming by," April greets him when she finally comes in the room.

"Yeah I was just... You know what, you must have lots to discuss, I can leave. Do you want me to take the munchkin, get her out of your hair so you can..." He's not sure how to end his sentence, doesn't particularly want to know. He's saved once again by his daughter who demands they go get ice cream, and April nods.

"Okay, I'll bring her back in a few hours, if that's good?"

He helps Harriet gather her coat and shoes, and shoots a look at April, silently asking her if she's alright. She gives him a tight smile in exchange, and he guesses he made the right call by taking Harriet with him. When his daughter is ready, he goes to open the door and breathes a sigh of relief that everything went smoothly (all things considered, the whole interaction went great).

Until of course Harriet, still with her impeccable timing, asks him loudly "Daddy, will you sleep tonight at mommy's house like last week?"

[ayybtch]

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Wanda Maximoff x f!Reader, Baker!AU + Friends to Lovers

Chapter 5 of Made With Love

Word Count: 3,292

Chapter Warnings: Our two favorite idiots are so blind it’s not even funny, lots of yearning, some brief mentions of alcohol consumption towards the end

A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for being patient with me on getting this posted. School and work have been crazy, but I’m almost done for the semester so hopefully it won't be as long for the next update. Shout out to my Grandma for sending me her paprikash recipe so I would actually know what I was talking about for this chapter. We literally never speak but she did me a real solid on this one and I will be adding paprikash into my regular cooking schedule once fall hits. Full disclosure though, I literally Googled “What wine pairs with chicken paprikash” and the wines mentioned are what it gave me. Please let me know what you think! I love reading your guys’s comments, it really makes my day.

Hey, so everyone is going to be out on a mission tomorrow night except for me. Any chance I can cash in on that raincheck? There’s a Bewitched marathon happening.

You smiled at Wanda’s message, quickly typing out your response. Definitely! Would you like to join me for bread day tomorrow?

She responded almost immediately. YES!

You couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. She had been wanting to make bread ever since the two of you made snickerdoodles. She brought it up almost constantly, mostly as a joke to get back at you for all of the times you teased her about it.

Up to this point, Wanda refused to accept any of your attempts to say thank you for helping you out through the cupcake debacle, saying that this was the sort of thing that friends were for. It only felt right that this should be the next thing to bake as your own special way of saying thank you.

As excited as you were to spend time with her and teach her how to do this, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly nervous at the same time. Why had Wanda decided to share her sexuality with you after all this time?

Okay, scratch that. You understood why she shared it with you when she did. The real question is what to do with the information now that you had it.

Was it just a general knowledge sort of a deal? Or was this her way of trying to say she was interested?

You groaned and put your head in your hands. This is why you hadn’t dated someone since your last relationship ended. You needed big flashing lights that screamed “I want to date you!” before you’d catch on, and even that didn’t work sometimes. If someone tried to be subtle, you were an absolute lost cause. You did your best to recall every interaction you had with Wanda that could even remotely be considered as her flirting or expressing interest.

She did smile at you a lot, even more than she smiled at Sam and Bucky who she clearly adored. She also certainly didn’t shy away from physical contact and had even initiated it several times. She had also remembered your coffee and bagel order from the one random time it came up weeks ago...

Suddenly, everything started to add up. All of those glances that had left your heart racing, all of those little touches...maybe Wanda was interested in you?

Your heart felt ready to burst out of your chest with joy.

Wanda didn’t arrive at the bakery until almost noon. The majority of the bread had been baked already; the only bread left to make was hers.

The two of you said your hello’s and caught up a bit as she stepped in to put on her apron and began washing her hands. Once the conversation slowed, you started your rundown for today’s bake.

“Bread is actually a lot easier than it looks but there are a couple of points we’re going to need to be careful at. I’ll remind you about them as we go about but I figured it would be good to have them all in your head now.

“We’re going to be very conscientious about temperatures this entire bake in a way we haven’t really needed to before. When we’re dealing with the yeast, we need the milk around 110 to 115o so the yeast activates properly. We also want things to be warm during the rise times, which shouldn’t be too much of an issue given the ovens have been on most of the day. Once it’s in the oven, we aren’t going to mess with it at all until the last couple minutes and that’s only if we need it to brown further.”

Wanda nodded along as you spoke. “I don’t know how much of an actual problem this is because you’re here, but I always hear a lot about overworking or underworking the dough. How do I know if it’s been kneaded enough?”

“Ah, good question! If the dough keeps getting really flat and not holding its shape, it’s underworked. If the dough is overworked, it gets kind of hard and not easy to work with. The good news is that we’re kneading by hand since it’s your first time and it’s a lot less likely to happen that way than in a mixer.”

She looked unconvinced but nodded. “Okay, so where do we begin?”

The first fifteen minutes of the bake flew by quickly. The yeast mixture had been prepared and was almost ready for the rest of the ingredients to be mixed in. Wanda was completely in awe at how the mixture looked.

To be fair to her though, the yeast mixture does look very weird if you’re not used to seeing it.

Once the flour, salt, and eggs were mixed in, the true fun began. Everything was mixed just enough to be combined into a rough, sticky ball of dough before being taken out of the mixer and onto the floured counter. Wanda followed along as you sprinkled some flour on your dough and began to knead, doing her best to mirror your motions.

You watched her out of the corner of your eye as you worked the dough, waiting to see what she would do. It was hard to hold back your giggles as you watched her. She was practically just squeezing the dough in different directions. You gave her a few minutes to see if she would work things out, but eventually, you set your dough down and moved closer to her.

“Here, let me help,” you said. Your hands moved so they were on top of hers, you tried guiding her through the motions, only for things to fail miserably.

“Okay, can I try something that might be a little weird? It’s just that I’m not used to kneading at an angle like that so it’s throwing off my muscle memory.”

She nodded and you adjusted yourself so you were now standing behind her. Your arms slid around either side of her waist and your hands rested on top of hers. This time, your hands knew what they were doing and you were able to help guide her through the motion. Even after she got it, you remained standing behind her, your chin resting against her shoulder.

The feelings that washed over you as you stood there with her were hard to describe. There was nothing necessarily comfortable about the position you were in, but your whole body felt more relaxed than it had all day. At the same time though, everything felt electrifying. You hoped she couldn’t feel the way your heart was thumping against your chest.

It wasn’t until you realized Wanda had paused and turned back slightly to face you slightly that you stepped back. An apology rose up in your throat only to die as you noticed the small smile on her face. You shot a smile back at her before moving back to your spot, turning your attention back to the job at hand.

The rest of the bake went smoothly, despite Wanda’s fretting about if the bread was rising enough. It didn’t take long before you had two perfectly round loaves of bread sitting next to each other on the cooling rack. Wanda had not stopped smiling since they came out of the oven. Even though that was her usual response, this time felt different.

For the second time that day, you were left trying to describe impossible feelings. Was it her eyes that felt different? They were lit beautifully, radiating so much joy it was impossible to not feel just as excited. But how was that any different from usual? Her eyes always captivated you and left you breathless. Maybe it was the new shade of pink lipstick she had on. It was perfectly accentuating the shape of her lips, to the point you couldn’t help but wonder what it might be like to feel them pressed against yours.

You may not be able to pinpoint what the look was, all you knew is that you were grateful to be a part of why her smile was so big.

After she finished taking pictures of the loaves, she turned to you. “That was incredible! I had no idea bread could be that simple.”

You nodded along, unable to hold back a smile. “I told you it wasn’t too bad, there are just a couple spots you have to be sure to navigate well. And clearly -” you gestured towards the loaves, “- you did. Maybe I should start worrying about you stealing my job.”

Her laughter filled the kitchen at your teasing.

As her laugher began to die out, her focus turned back on to you. “Okay, so what time were you thinking of coming over? I’m making us dinner and want to try and have it finishing up right around the time you get there.”

You glanced over at the clock and then back to the to-do list written out on the whiteboard above your desk before answering, “I think it’ll probably be close to five if I had to guess. I still have to finish cleaning some stuff here and I promised to go help Charlie work out some menu options for that picnic thing that’s coming up.”

Wanda nodded along, “Are you going to that?”

“I’m working it, so I, unfortunately, don’t have much of a choice.”

She nodded again. “Same here, actually. All of the Avengers are required to be unless there’s some sort of alien invasion again or something…” She trailed off a moment before continuing. “I was planning on making paprikash. Is that okay with you? I don’t know if there’s anything you can’t or don’t like to eat.”

“I’ve actually never had that before so that would be wonderful! I’m pretty easy when it comes to food. The only things I don’t like are mushrooms and zucchini, but I’ll still eat them if I have to.”

Wanda gasped, “You don’t like mushrooms? How do you not like mushrooms?”

You just shrugged, “Okay, I’m actually pretty neutral on mushrooms. I’ll still eat them. I just don’t go out of my way to make them for myself. Zucchini is a firm no, though.”

She gave you a side-eye but relented. “Well, there are no mushrooms or zucchini in this, but just know I’m going to have to keep an eye on you from now on. I don’t know how we’ve made it this far into our friendship without me knowing you’re an anti-mushroom heathen.”

The two of you joked around for a few minutes longer before she left to start preparing for dinner.

Planning the menu with Charlie didn’t take very long, which you were grateful for. He already had a decent idea of what he wanted to do, so the main thing left was to figure out how much food to order to prepare it. The two of you also agreed upon what you needed to make. Most of your responsibilities centered around desserts, specifically pies, though you agreed to make some fresh rolls and soft pretzels as well.

You were thankful for the meeting to end though because it meant the remaining time you had left could be spent getting ready to go see Wanda.

‘Getting ready’ was perhaps a bit dramatic. You were just changing out of your usual work clothes into something a little cuter. It was nothing particularly fancy, but it was an outfit you felt both confident and comfortable in. You had also made sure to pack some toiletries that morning, allowing you to freshen up your deodorant and brush your teeth as well.

As you stepped into the elevator and pressed the button, you couldn’t help but feel a bit jittery. The past few times you’ve made your way to that part of the building you’ve been nervous about the other Avengers not wanting you there. This time though, all of your nerves could be attributed entirely to Wanda. You weren’t sure what to expect of tonight, but you were determined to have a fun night filled with food and good company.

The warm smell of paprika filled the air and made your stomach grumble as soon as you stepped out of the elevator. Once you were inside, you found Wanda in the kitchen, stirring in some additional seasonings.

“This smells incredible,” you said, setting the two loaves of bread down on the counter.

Wanda beamed. “Thanks! This is my great grandmother’s recipe and is one of my favorite things to make.” As she set the spoon down, she walked towards the fridge. “I bought some wine to go along with dinner if you would like some.”

“Yes please, wine sounds amazing right now.”

“I have a chardonnay and a Barolo, which would you prefer?” she asked, turning back towards you.

You shrugged, “Whichever one you want.”

She nodded and pulled out the Barolo. It didn’t take long for the bottle to be opened and to have a glass of wine in your hand.

It wasn’t until you took your first sip that you realized Wanda had also changed. Your breathing hitched as you looked her up and down. Gone were her jeans and old T-shirts, replaced by a pair of cut-off shorts and a stylishly oversized T-shirt. If it weren’t for the fuzzy wool socks on her feet, you’d assume she was camera-ready. Hell, even with the funny socks she was the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.

You realized you were staring and abruptly began looking around the kitchen, trying to find something to do that would take your mind off of how hot Wanda looked. “Is there anything I can help you with?”

Wanda shook her head no. “There’s not really anything to be done, this just needs to simmer for about another five minutes and we’ll be good to go. Why don’t you go have a seat at the table and I’ll be over in just a moment with some bread slices and butter. Once this is ready I’ll bring it in as well.”

You nodded and made your way out of the kitchen and towards the table.

It wasn’t until you were seated that you realized how well the table was set. Both seats had beautiful flatware laid out, with silverware organized neatly to the side. Underneath was a crisp, pure white table cloth. What caught your attention the most though were the two lit candles sitting between your chair and hers. It wasn’t until you noticed the candles that you also noticed the music playing softly in the background.

Everything about the setup screamed ‘fancy first date’.

Before you had much of a chance to dwell on the thought, Wanda arrived with several slices of bread and a small dish of butter. You thanked her before she walked back towards the kitchen. She returned soon after with the pot of paprikash, setting it on the hot pad in the center of the table. She walked around to her seat and soon both of you had your plates filled and began to eat.

It was impossible to hold back a satisfied sigh as you took your first bite. It tasted just as delicious, if not better than it smelled. The chicken was cooked perfectly and all but melted in your mouth. The paprika added a nice rich flavor and added extra depth to the creaminess of the sauce.

“Wanda this is incredible.”

She smiled at you brightly, “If you think it’s good by itself, try dipping the bread with some butter in it.”

You did as she said and this time instead of a satisfied sigh, you let out a satisfied moan. “You are going to have to give me this recipe. This is so good I don’t even know what to say, all I want to do is keep eating.”

Wanda laughed at your enthusiasm. “Tell you what, I’ll teach you how to make it sometime. It’s about time I taught you something in the kitchen.”

Dinner was a blast. The two of you spent more of it laughing and talking than eating. The bottle of Barolo was finished before dinner was done. It didn’t take long before it was replaced by the chardonnay.

Once dinner was over, you fought Wanda to let you help clean up the kitchen. Her argument that guests shouldn’t help was shot down as you pointed out she’s technically a guest in the bakery, yet she always helps clean up after she’s been in there. She grumbled about it but quickly conceded. It didn’t take long for the kitchen to be cleaned up and even less time after that for her to drag you over to the couch.

The first-ever episode of “Bewitched” was halfway finished by the time the two of you had settled into your spots on the couch. Currently, Samantha and Darrin were at his ex-girlfriend's house for a dinner party and the girlfriend was doing everything she could to make Samantha feel inferior. Samantha, of course, wasn’t having it and was willing to fudge her promises of not using magic to level the playing field.

Wanda laughed along perfectly in time with the sitcom track. The more she laughed, the more your attention turned from being on the TV to be on her. This was the most relaxed and happy you had ever seen her. She had a small, almost imperceivable smile that grew as she became more and more emerged into the episode. Each time she laughed, you noticed how her nose would scrunch up in the cutest way and it took everything you had to not lean over and kiss her.

What you wouldn’t give to make her as happy as this show.

It wasn’t until the end credits were about to roll that you forced yourself to look back at the screen, unsure of how she’d respond if she caught you staring.

As the next episode cued up, she reached out and grabbed her glass of wine before turning to face you.“So, what do you think? Could I have been a Samantha in another life?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Definitely, though I can’t see you being willing to hide your powers just because a man wants you to.”

Wanda nearly choked on the sip of wine she had taken. “You got me there.”

She finished the glass and set it back on the table before letting out a loud yawn. “Sorry, I probably should’ve warned you beforehand that wine makes me a little sleepy.” She paused for a moment before she continued, “It also makes me incredibly cuddly…”

A rush of emotions washed over you as you processed her words. Was she asking to come cuddle with you?

The hopeful look in her eye suggested she was.

Pure, unadulterated joy swept over your body and you had to fight the urge to jump up and down from excitement. You did your best to collect yourself before you replied, hoping that the answer was indeed what you were looking for.

“Is that your way of asking if you can come snuggle?”

She smiled at you sheepishly, which made you laugh. You moved over on the couch, moving around some of the throw pillows so you could lay down.

“Well, what are you waiting for then?”

Wanda didn’t hesitate for a moment and soon was laying on top of you, her head resting on your chest. One of your arms wrapped loosely around her back after she settled in.

A comfortable silence fell over you as you laid there together, watching Bewitched until you fell asleep.

[mattsvn]

CHANCE BALL LOVE!

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x gn!reader

Genre: Meet ugly! strangers to lovers! Getting hit in the head with a volleyball!

Warnings: Blood, head injury, concussion, did I mention getting hit in the head with a volleyball? Food hehe, that's all.

WC: 2.4K

Summary: After being hit with a volleyball by the ace and U19 athlete, Ushijima Wakatoshi, you find yourself laying in the nurse's office, with a bag of ice on your head and a boy apologizing every two minutes for that terrible accident. As the times goes by, you realize that not only you were hit by a ball, but by destiny, and more important, love.

A/N: I'm so excited for this piece! This is a collab for HQHQ (now Anilysium!) The masterlist is here! I hope you like this piece! Reblogs are appreciated!

Life is made up of 90% causality and 10% coincidence.

That was what your mother used to say, with her hands covered with flour up to her elbows, while she prepared one of those delicious desserts. Possibly as a result of all her years perfecting her technique as a pastry chef, but, as in that, she considered that everything had to be planned, measured, and calculated.

On the other hand, your father was always talking about how fate made everything line up perfectly for things in his life to come in abundance, he would happily tell about the coincidences in his life, although the answer was always the same, a debate between the two of them as to what was the truth.

A skeptical pastry chef and a dreamy lawyer, a match made in heaven.

Whatever it had been, causality or causality, you never thought a hit of luck would be so...literal.

It was unusual for you to be in Shiratorizawa's volleyball gymnasium, if you had managed to get into such a prestigious high school it was because of the impeccable grades you always had, sports were not a priority.

You weren't afraid of balls, but, the way everyone was spiking the ball was about to cause you a headache, especially Ushijima Wakatoshi, the school's ace, one of the best athletes in the country.

"Why are we here, again?" you asked, your gaze wandering between the various players and the sound of balls hitting everywhere making the conversation feel distorted.

"Because they" one pointed out, to the rest of the girls looking around the court excitedly "want to see Semi Eita, the pretty boy with the grey hair" she gestured to the boy in the corner, slamming the ball to the ground unaware that they were watching.

"Ah" you replied, somewhat bored, grabbing your backpack and standing up. "Good luck with that, I have to get home early" you said, waving goodbye to everyone.

To leave, or at least, to do it in a faster way, the door that led out of the building, and through which you had to go through the court, was the best option, as it took longer to take the way inside the corridors. The only option as you made your way down the bleachers.

The only thing you heard, with your eyes glued to the ground, trying to go completely unnoticed was a "WATCH OUT!" that made you look up before you saw nothing but darkness.

"I don't know, Wakatoshi-kun, looks like you did kill her" a voice was heard in the distance, the light irritating your eyes if you tried to open them. Still, only because of your stubbornness, you tried to get up without anyone else's help.

"I don't think it's best if you stand up now" you heard a deeper voice, but you didn't know exactly where it was coming from.

"I'm fine" you whispered, placing a hand on where you assumed you had been hit with the volleyball, feeling a warm liquid staining it. It wasn't possible that a spike had cracked your forehead open, right?

Right?

"I'm fine, I have to go" as you stood up, opening your eyes, everything was spinning. An arm went around your shoulders, stopping you from falling back to the ground, firm, but at the same time gentle.

"You need to go to the infirmary, you're bleeding" the voice now seemed to be closer, a little more stable, but, no way did you feel you could even move without throwing up or passing out again, what the fuck had that hit been? Could someone hit someone that hard just with a serve?

The answer was yes, and the name, Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You barely felt it when, just like that, he lifted you off the ground, although it seemed that your body felt it. A piece of something, probably cloth or gauze stopped the bleeding. You kept repeating that at least they let you walk, that you were okay, even though, clearly, you had the symptoms of a concussion.

"Are you all right, can you tell me where you are?" questioned Ushijima, entering a room. You had finally managed to open your eyes and recover from the dizziness.

"I'm fine, we're at the high school" you whispered, looking at Ushijima for the first time.

Even if you had gone to games before, you had never seen that look on Wakatoshi's face, a mixture of fear and worry, accompanied by his pale face and a barely noticeable bloodstain on his shirt.

"You can wait outside, dear boy," said the nurse, slightly terrified by what had happened.

A couple of hours passed before they managed to let you go, after calling your parents and making sure you didn't leave the building unless you were accompanied. You didn't need stitches, and that was a huge plus, but still, you left the infirmary with a gauze pad on your forehead, some candy, and a chance to take the rest of the week off to rest, which wasn't such a bad outcome.

You closed the door behind you, looking sideways at Wakatoshi on the floor, who got up almost immediately, still looking scared, even his gaze lingered for a few seconds on the patch on your forehead, which reminded him of the fact that he had accidentally hit you with a volleyball while practicing his serves.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, looking disheveled, and as if he had done nothing more than wait in the hallway until everything was in order.

"Oh, don't worry, Ushijima-san, I'm fine" you assured, but it didn't seem to be enough for him.

"I'm so sorry, let me take you home to be sure you arrive safely" he asked, with his hands behind his back and his head slightly bent down, like a child discovered stealing the candy from the counter.

"My parents are here to take me home, don't worry" you assured, glancing sideways at the door, somewhat far away. "You can walk me to the car, if you like."

"Of course" he nodded, walking beside you. Up close he looked even taller than he was, his expression calm and his gaze fixed straight ahead, though, he seemed to have a doubt that would leave his lips at any moment "Would you allow me to walk you to school tomorrow?"

You looked at him with raised eyebrows, somehow, the sound of just both of your footsteps in the hallway was comforting, soothing. It wasn't awkward, or uncomfortable. Ushijma didn't believe in awkward silences, because to him actions said more than words, and, that a question shouldn't be answered right away. So, the way to the entrance was nothing more than waiting for an honest, and safe, answer.

"I got permission to miss classes for the rest of the week, in case the concussion gets complicated, because I have to rest" you began, letting again the calm silence take center stage for a couple of seconds. "Then I won't be back until Monday, but maybe you can come for dinner tomorrow?"

"If you accept that as my apology for hurting you, then by all means" he took the door, allowing you to leave before him, there was still a bit of a walk to the main entrance. "Although, I would like to cook"

"Oh, I didn't know you cooked," you smiled, looking up at him. Ushijima looked down, and, you could swear he was smiling too. "If that's what you prefer, I'd love to."

The rest of the walk was quiet, and calm. Ushijima said goodbye to you after introducing himself to your parents, and apologizing again. In the rearview mirror you saw him standing there, waiting until he didn't see the car to go home.

He was really worried, and it would probably take him a few days to stop being scared about what had just happened. He was even willing to be scolded by the coach for missing two days of practice, just to make sure everything was in order.

Likewise, even if it would be a whole day before you saw Ushijima, he decided to call you just before he went to bed. And at lunchtime, because doing it earlier would surely have woken you up. He didn't talk too much, he let you talk about how annoying the doctors at the hospital had been when you went to check that everything was okay, and all the boring time you spent there.

He called back as soon as he got out of school, to make sure the details of the dinner were ready, he would bring the food, and some dessert, and, you would bring the drinks. You had to convince him though, otherwise he would have bought everything, he would have even brought plates and silverware from his own house.

Wakatoshi took the job of bringing the food seriously, as much as he could buy anything on the way home, he decided to make something himself. The menu was simple, yakisoba, yukari rice balls with an egg on top of each dish. As for dessert, he decided not to risk it, and preferred to buy those box cakes that had been quite popular lately, and, some condensed milk truffles that Tendou gave him as a gift as, he assured, you would love them.

Your parents could be quite reluctant to invite a boy to the house, but, after proposing the idea that you could clean up the picnic table you had in the backyard, where there was a space convenient enough for them to peek in just a little to feel safe, they agreed almost immediately.

During the afternoon, the question you wanted to ignore came out of nowhere, could that be considered a date, and should you dress for the occasion? It didn't seem like anything would match a forehead injury, or that anything would hide it. The result ended up being something you would wear if you were going out with friends, simple, and appropriate for the sunny day out.

Ushijima arrived exactly at the appointed time, and, reluctantly from your parents, you opened the door without them intruding. Looking at him, you failed to understand the nervous feeling that traveled from your heart to the tips of your fingers, making them tremble. Standing with a bag in his left hand, his hair slightly tousled and a bouquet of flowers in the other. Yet another gesture of apology, right?

"Hi, I brought some flowers" he pointed out, extending them. Your hand gently brushing his as you took them, white roses with green accents that made the bouquet look incredibly elegant.

"I already told you that you didn't have to keep apologizing, Ushijima" you mentioned, taking the flowers. "We'll eat outside then you don't need to take off your shoes, but let me go get a vase."

"You look good today" he spoke out of nowhere, making you look at him even though you were already halfway down the aisle. "You look good in those clothes" he seemed to be trying to smile, but you weren't sure. You smiled anyway, grateful for the compliment.

You returned with the bouquet, which would now serve as a decoration for the picnic. You could feel the intense gaze of your parents even if they tried to hide when they peeked, or, according to them, "watched" that everything was in order.

"Are you feeling better then?" he asked, looking at how simply decorated the picnic table was but somehow looked incredibly cozy, with perfect tree shade.

As was now usual, Wakatoshi didn't talk more than usual, at least not at first, he wanted to hear about how you were feeling, and how many days you would be out of school, although you assured him that you would be back to your activities by next Monday, and that, your friends would take care of sending you the homework you needed. Then the questions about him began.

You learned a lot, how he learned to play volleyball at a young age, his interest in cooking but his almost zero ability to make desserts. My mother could make some, you laughed, drinking some cranberry juice in a wine glass, your father's idea. He told you about his new interest in plants, and his father's work out of the country. Even some good anecdotes about the volleyball team.

Dessert was something completely different, by that time, she started to excitedly explain his last game, and what it was like to be in the Olympics. Although it wasn't as noticeable, you could tell in the way his lips curved into a slight smile as he tried to find the right words to define how he felt.

Reluctantly, and after offering to do the dishes, you said no, keeping the bento boxes with the promise that you would bring lunch on Monday for both of you, and now a wide smile on his face, even when he had to go home.

The following Monday came terribly slow, with the only thing that made it better being that Ushijima had not stopped her constant calls, the day possibly delayed by dark clouds heralding torrential rain.

"You don't have to keep apologizing anymore, look, even the wound has healed" you said, to Ushijima who was standing at the entrance, now with a box of the truffles you had liked so much, and which he had now made.

"I know. But I'd really like to walk with you at school" he smiled. "If you'll let me.

"I'd love to."

Life is made up of 80% causality and 20% chance, and, although you wouldn't want to repeat the literal hit of luck you received, you hadn't wanted it any other way.

Going to the gym because your friends wanted to see a cute boy on the volleyball team, having to leave early because you had things to do at home, leaving through the door you had to walk through on the court, getting hit in the head with a volleyball, only to end up walking to school with him, fingers barely brushing, a tender kiss on the cheek before he left.

Eating now inside the house, holding hands, a kiss on the corner of the lips. Waiting in the bleachers for practice to end, a number one jacket covering you from the rain.

The worst way to get to know each other, and, somehow, it seemed you were made for one another.

[vdlest]

Onto It

Characters:

TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

Summary:

Bucky and Sam are both in New York to finish their mission with the power broker, turns out to be Sharon Carter. The latter is not just the villain in this story, but you once got jealous of her as well when she tried to seduce your man.

Warning:

Swearing

Jealousy

Mention of Smut

"You know you could just call Bucky instead of being a grumpy old lady in here," Wanda pointed out as you accidentally dropped your pen for fifth time.

You and Wanda are doing some mission report in the house that you share together, the reports that you and Wanda are reading and discussing has something to do with the mission two had last week. But your mind is not completely concentrated to whatever the report says. Your mind is in New York, thinking of your man, Bucky Barnes.

"Come on, y/n," Wanda handed you your phone, "Just call him already. I know you're worried about the fact that he and Sam is there in New York to deal with the Sharon Carter," she raised her two hands to make air-quotation-marks upon mentioning Sharon's name.

You used to have no problem with Sharon, you actually wanted her to and Steve to enjoy each other's company before. But that was before. Before that witch became a villain in your lives. All along she is the power broker and she made a fool out of you all. Not just that, she even tried to seduce Bucky because she wanted to cover up her real identity. She put a substance on Bucky's drink to drug him and make it look like something happened to them, but before she could pull off her plan, you and Sam were able to stop her, however she escaped.

"Sam and Bucky are in New York to take that woman down, so I shouldn't feel worried about it anymore," you confidently said, realizing that Bucky promised that there's only woman in his life and that's you.

The two of you started dating a year ago now, but both of you just want to keep it unlabeled for now. But you won't deny the fact that you have been wanting to take it to the next level. There were times when you would ask yourself what is your right to get jealous if there's someone trying to steal your man, he's not even yours to begin with.

"Aren't you guys getting tired of the unlabeled thingy?" Wanda asked you as he closes the folder she's holding, "I mean, no offense, okay? But you clearly like each other. You guys have been dating for a year now and don't you think it's a bit unfair on your part?"

"Unfair, why?" you questioned her. "Wanda, it is also my choice to put it this way. We don't want to rush things about us," you explained.

"Yeah, I know that you guys are confident with your relationship as exclusively dating, but it's better to put label in it. Trust me, you should do it while you still can," she reached for you hand and gave it a squeeze as she smiles at you, "Vis and I didn't have much time. So you and Bucky should make it lasts while you can."

You can sense pain in Wanda's voice. It must've really hard for her to move on and accept her and Vision's fate. If you were in her place, you don't know what will make you stay in your sanity.

Wanda has always been a good friend to you. She has always give you advices and her presence in your life makes you understand the things you were having a hard time understanding, like love itself.

"Do you want some coffee?" Wanda asked you as she stood up from her seat, "I'll probably order some food as well, I'm starving."

Just when Wanda's about to leave to order food and coffee, your phone rang.

B U C K Y calling...

"Seems like your guy cannot live in a day without hearing your voice," Wanda teased before she made her way out, leaving you alone inside the family room.

You grabbed your phone and answered the call of your unofficial boyfriend.

"Hey, I've been texting you, but you're not replying. Are you okay?" he asked as soon as you accepted his call.

"Oh, yeah," you saw the multiple messages that came from him, but you weren't able to see it because you were too preoccupied with the reports and the fact that Sharon Carter is bugging your mind, "Sorry, just got a little mixed up with the mission reports. Wanda and I have been reading it for almost 2 hours."

First of all, you did not want to tell him about your issue with Sharon Carter, although he's already aware of it and he knows already that you got jealous and really angry of her for what happened. Second, you did not want him to feel like you don't trust him.

"How's the mission?" you asked him, changing the topic.

"Well, we finally caught Sharon red-handed. She's in custody right now and the investigation about her will start first thing in the morning tomorrow," he said. Even though they've already taken Sharon down, he and Sam have to stay in New York for a few more days since they have to stay for the investigation, "You, alright?"

You hate it when he knows something's wrong with you or something's bothering your mind. He can already sense it just by the way you breath or speak.

"You know that I know you already, right? So, tell me, what's bothering you?" he questions.

The sigh you let out confirmed his hunch, you're not gonna get away with it anyway so you might as well fire with it. You've always been so honest with him anyway.

"I'm just not so comfortable with the fact that Sharon Carter witch, God, I hope Agent Peggy Carter will forgive me for telling bad words about her niece," you heard him chuckle in the other end. "But God, I can't just forget what she did to you, what she almost did to you."

"You mean when she almost raped me?" he joked.

"Look, Bucky, it's not really funny, okay?" you groaned as you hear him chuckle again on the other line.

"I get it, y/n. Okay? I get it. You have to stop worrying about it, okay? It won't happen ever again. Besides, after this mission, I won't be involved in anything about Sharon anymore. And I also want to take you out again, something that I haven't done for a while now," he reassured you.

It's true that two of you haven't gone on a date for quite some time, as both of you got busy with different things, especially in saving the world and humankind. But it's not really something that bothers you. He still makes you feel special in different ways.

"Buck," you remembered what Wanda advised you and you know you had to open it up to Bucky as soon as you could, "Can we also talk about us when you get back?" you hesitantly asked.

"What do you mean talk about us?" he sounded worried. You closed your eyes as you asked yourself if you did the right thing of opening it up to him this early, "Y/n, do you want us to stop? 'Cause if you do, you can just tell me now."

"Bucky, no," you answered immediately. God knows that's the very last thing you want to happen. You didn't want to lose him. "I just...I...I am...fuck!" you swore, you don't know how to tell him about it.

"Y/n, what's happening? Just tell me so we could do something about it."

You sighed as you prepare yourself to tell everything to him, "I know I was the one who told you and suggested that we should just do the unlabeled relationship because it's much easier that way, and it really was. We did not feel any pressure. We did not feel we have to rush or something, but I just got tired of it. I got tired of it the moment Sharon asked me a few months ago when the incident happened that what is my right to get jealous, to get mad, we're not even in a relationship. It hit me. That question fucking hit me. And here's Wanda telling me how we should make everything last while we can and I feel so guilty that we're taking our time for granted knowing that she and Vision did not get to their happy ending." You took a deep breath and closes your eyes for a second, "I didn't mean to pressure you or anything Bucky, I really don't. I just don't want to take what we have for granted."

After you let your feelings out, it took a few seconds before Bucky could finally answer you. His silence made you nervous but the moment you heard him chuckle, you felt a little relief.

"You're right, we should talk about us when I get back. I should put label to our relationship and I shouldn't make you feel that we're nothing, because you really mean the world to me, y/n. And it's about time we put this whole thing we have in the right pedestal," his words made you ease the embarassment and the awkwardness you're feeling. "Just stop thinking about Sharon, okay? I don't give a damn about her. The whole time I'm away from you all I think is how I would kiss your lips and every inch of your body."

You laughed by the fact that he's thinking of making love to you while he shove off the idea of Sharon Carter or any woman in his life, because there's only one woman in his life and that's you.

"You know I like it when I see you so possessive of me, makes me so eager to fuck you until you realized that you're the only woman I give a fuck," you could clearly hear him he was whispering.

You went out of the family room and went up to your room, giving you more privacy since the man you're talking to right now is starting to propose phone sex.

"Is it just me or you're whispering?" you innocently asked.

"Well, I'm not now. I just got inside my car so," he paused for a moment, "So prepare yourself 'cause I'll make you so wet that you'll wish I'm beside you tonight to attend to your needs."

"You wish," you teased him. "Come home first and I'll cum for you, you tease."

He chuckled, "I'm onto it, sweetheart. I'll ask Sam if I could leave early."

"And what excuse will you tell him?" you asked.

"I'll tell him that I need to make Y/N Y/L/N officially mine, officially my girlfriend. I'll also tell him that there's someone I need to help with her sexual needs," he's joking on the last part but his first sentence made your heart shiver and so excited at the same time.

"That's exciting, and tempting," you teased him back. "Why don't you start pumping your cock and imagine that I'm doing it for you? While I lay here in my bed, thinking of your vibranium fingers making me whimper and moan your fucking name?"

"You're killing me," he groaned and that gave you the sign that he's already pumping himself. "Remind me to punish you for teasing me like this when I get back."

Wanda is right. You should never waste the time you and Bucky have. You should never take anything for granted. Bucky told you that you mean the world to him, and he makes you feel that way, not just sexually, but in romantic way. He would swept you off of your feet. He would do anything for you. That is why if there's someone who'll ask you who are you in James Buchanan Barnes' life, you would just simply answer that you're the love of his life. Too proud to claim it but that's the truth.

No woman can ever make you feel threatened of her anymore, as Bucky claim you his and you claim him as yours day by day, night by night.

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Hey guys! I'm back from my little break! Sorry for talking so long, but now I'm back and that's all that matters! So now let's get to the imagine!

(Btw this is gender neutral)

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You're all that I want

Tw: mentions of food and drinking water, kissing, mentions of making out (let me know if I missed something)

Genre: Fluff

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It was currently 10 p.m. and you were with the boys of P1h on their practice room. You were Theo's best friend and he invited you to come see him practice, because he knew how much you liked to watch him perform.

"Hey guys, what if we played something?" Jiung suggested as he took the final bite out of his food.

The members had already finished practice and you guys were all just talking, eating and goofing around as usual.

"Sure, but what should we play?" Intak asked as he too finished eating.

"Well we could play truth or dare!" Keeho said excitedly as he picked up his water bottle to take a sip.

"Okay, sounds good! What do you think Y/n?" Theo asked while he softly looked at you.

"I'm down!" You said as you becme shy due to Theo's gaze.

"Me too!" Said Jongseob as he smiled.

"Yeah, let's play!" Soul said as he clung onto Keeho.

"Okay I'll start!" Jiung said. "Uhmm... Jongseob, truth or dare?"

"I'm going with truth!"

"Is it true that you think you're better than Eminem?"

"WHAT? OF COURSE I AM!" Jongseob said as we all started laughing out loud at the youngest's confession.

"Okay Jeminem it's your turn!" Jiung said as he wiped a tear that he shed because of laughing.

The game went on for a while and everyone was getting kind of tired and besides that you still had to clean up the place before going home! So you agreed to play one more time and then everyone would clean up, but things didn't really work like that.

"Okay, Theo truth or dare?" Intak asked like an excited puppy.

"I want to go with... Dare!" Theo answered while smiling. God his smile was beautiful.

"Well..." Intak started but stopped when Keeho whispered something that made the puppy like male smirk. "I dare you to stay here with Y/n and clean up!" He said and everyone besides you and Theo started cheering.

"You can't do that! We all agreed to clean up together!" Theo said trying to sound mad, but he sounded quite excited... Did he want to be alone with you?

"A dare is a dare my dear friend! So have fun cleaning up!" Keeho said while smiling.

"Do I not get a say in this?" You asked kind if shocked by the while situation.

"Well... No! Bye bye!" Intak said as he waved goodbye left the room with the other members following suit.

"Jeez! Sorry that this happened!" Theo said while looking at you with an apologetic look.

"It's fine Taeyang! It isn't your fault! And at least we have each other's company while we clean up!" You said as you smiled at him.

"Yeah you're right let's clean up so we can go rest! I'm sure you're tired!" He said as he patted your head softly.

"But definitly not as tired as you are! You killed it during practice!" You said smiling att the blush forming on his cheeks.

"Thanks Y/n, that means a lot coming from you!" He said as you guys started cleaning up.

Your little cleaning session was made up of you guys talking about random events that had been happening and laughing with each other while cleaning the mess on the floor. Once you were finished you went to the door to open it in order to walk home.

"No no no no no no!" Theo said as he pulled the doorknob as hard as he could.

"What's wrong Tae? Why isn't it opening?" You asked as you watched the boy in front of you struggle.

"It's locked! The boys must have locked it out of habit! Oh my god and they're probably already at the dorm!" He said as he put his hands through his hair.

"Okay let's calm down! You can just call one of the boys or something and they can come unlock it!"

"You're right, you're right!" Theo said as he picked up his phone to call Jiung since he was the last one to exit the practice room.

"Hello?" Jiung said.

"Hey Ji, uhm did you lock the practice room door?" Theo asked trying to sound as calm and collected as he could.

"Uhm no I didn't! I even left the key next to your bag so you wouldn't forget to lock it when you're done."

"WHAT? THEN WHY DOESN'T THE DOOR OPEN???" Theo said very distressed and because of that you put your hands on his shoulders in order to calm him down.

"Bro I don't think anyone is is the company at this time! You'll probably have to wait until tomorrow but I'll see what I can do!

"Alright thanks, I guess." Theo said.

"Bye!"

"Bye." Theo ended the call with a stressed look on his face. It's not that he didn't want to be with you, it's the fact that he feels bad that you had to be dragged into this situation.

"Calm down Theo, we'll figure something out! But now while you seem stressed we should distract ourselves alright? Now come here, I can tell you need a good hug right now." You said in a soft tone while you opened your arms for Theo and he gladly wrapped his arms around your body in hopes to relax and feel some warmth. You really loved being hugged by him.

Some time passed and you guys finally let go of the hug while making eye contact with each other, but you broke it off for being too shy to look at him for any longer.

"Uhm.. How about we talk about our first times doing things! Like your first time riding a bike and stuff like that!" Theo said as he still had his hands rubbing up and down on your arms.

"Sure! That sounds fun. Who's going first?" You asked as you both took a sit on the now clean ground.

"I can start and ask you something if you don't mind!" Theo said gently.

"Of course! Go ahead!" You answered while showing a small smile to Theo.

"Okay then, your first time having a partner, like romantically. How was it?" He asked with a teasing smile on his cute face.

"Oh my god! Well it was in middle school I think! The most we ever did was hold hands and then he broke up with me because my hands were too sweaty!"

"Really?!? Oh wow!" He said as he started laughing at your story.

"Yeah, oh well. It's my turn now! Let me think... How about your first kiss?" You asked innocently, waiting for his answer.

"Oh uhm this is embarassing actually, but I've never kissed anyone before." Theo said as he scratched his neck and laughed awkwardly.

"Oh it's okay Taeyang! You don't need to have had your first kiss at a certain age! If you didn't find the one yet, then just wait! It's better to wait to have it with the right person than to just have it to get it over with, you know?" You said reassuringly as you grabbed his hand and rubbed soft circles on it.

"Yeah I guess, but I think I already found someone." He said still not looking in your eyes.

Even though you were his best friend, you had strong feelings for him and the fact that he said this kind of hurt your feelings, but you couldn't just ruin what you had with him. You'd much rather have him as your best friend than not having him close to you at all.

"Oh, that's great Theo! You should tell them!" You said with a heavy heart.

"Well, I think I already made it obvious to who I like, but I don't know if they got the memo." He said as he finally looked at you blushing.

"Do you think the person likes you back?"

"I mean, everytime I display affection, they blush and they always hug me longer, but they might just not want to appear cold, so they reciprocate the affection."

"Maybe you should tell them clearly that you like them!" You said while looking down at your feet.

"But the thing is I'm awful with words!" Theo said while running one of his hands through his pink hair (I know his hair is not pink right now, but I pictured Theo from the image above for this imagine).

"Then maybe a certain gesture, like gift them something, like a letter or whatever." You said hoping he'd let this topic go.

"You're right! I can do a gesture, but maybe I could do something that would show my love to the person through affection... I COULD KISS THEM! Oh wait but I don't know how to do that... YOU COULD TEACH ME!"

"CHOI TAEYANG ARE YOU OFFICIALLY OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND?" You yelled as you were shocked he would ask you such a thing.

I mean, sure, you always wanted to kiss Theo, but not just as a one time thing... You wanted him to be yours only.

"C'mon! I trust you with my life and I promise you that things won't stay awkward afterwards! Please! For me!" Theo said as he kneeled in front of you with both of his hands clasped together as he gave you puppy eyes.

You weren't going to accept, but then you thought this might be your only chance to kiss him, and as selfish as it sounds you wanted him just for yourself and for a moment you could have that.

"Fine, but just this once!"

"THANK YOU! YOU'RE THE BEST! I LOVE YOU!!" Theo said as he hugged you so hard you both fell down.

"Y-you're welcome." You said shyly, because of the proximity between you two.

"Can we stand up for this? I think I'm tired of sitting down!" Theo said as he stood up and straightened his back.

"Sure, it's fine! Wow! I never thought I'd be in this position with you!" You said as you both giggled softly.

"Well, but you are! Better make the most of it!" If only he knew.

"Okay now, for this you should be holding the person you're going to kiss in a way that's comfortable with them."

"Okay, since I'm kissing you, what do you prefer?"

"Well you can put your hands around my waist if that's okay with you!" And as you said this, his hands were around your waist and he was smiling sweetly in your direction.

"Right, what's next!" He asked enthusiastically.

"Well now you need to get closer and just do it. You need to move your lips against your partner's in a way that you enjoy, this doesn't have some sort of formula or something, you just have to go with the flow. And you might wanna picture that I'm the person you like so it's more enjoyable for you!"

He got closer to you as your lips were barely touching as he said "I don't need to imagine anything, when you're standing right in front of me. You're all that I want."

You barely had time to process what he said because he looked in your eyes and closed the gap between your lips softly and you felt as if you were on cloud 9.

You guys were lost in each other's lips. For someone who never kissed someone in his life, Theo was amazing. Your lips fit against each other's perfectly.

He moved his lips against yours in a very slow motion, almost as if he was calculating what his next move would be. You mentally gasped when he took one of his hands that was on your waist and put it in your hair as he deepened the kiss. You didn't feel fireworks like they all mentions in the movies and books, but instead you felt warmth, you felt loved, you felt high on his lips, and you never felt this way with anyone ever.

You and Taeyang kept making out. It seemed like you just couldn't get enough of each other. As if the moment you let go, the world would end. But much to your dismay, Theo pulled away from the kiss to breathe and you couldn't get enough of the sight in front of you. Your favourite boy was standing in front of you with his hair disheveled, lips slightly red and a boyish smile on his face.

"Are you sure you never kissed before? Because my god!" You said as he giggled and pecked your cheek softly, a gesture that made you blush.

"And also, what you said before you kissed me... Did you mean it? Do you like me?" You asked as your voice only got smaller. But by the look on Taeyang's face he still heard you.

"I do mean it, I always did! And I should have confessed first and then I should have courted you and only then kissed you. But I just saw an opportubity and took it. But I truly had never kissed anyone before, you were my first!!" Theo said as he smiled at you.

You didn't have words to answer so you just put your arms around his neck and kissed him as passionately as you could. Theo reciprocated the kiss and this time he went all out and even dared to lick your bottom lip, a gesture that surprised you to say the least but you granted him entrance anyway. Your tongues moved in sync as you held on tighter if that was even possible.

You didn't realise how long you guys were making out until you heard the door open.

"Guys we made I-OH MY GOD MY VIRGIN EYES!" Intak yelled as he appeared shocked by the scene before his eyes.

You guys quickly pulled away and soon the members entered the practice room and they rapidly caught on what happened as your guys' lips were slightly swollen and your hair was a mess.

"Theo! I didn't know you had that in you man!" Jiung said as he put his arm around Taeyang's shoulder. "And Y/n, I'm glad you like our Theo back! He never shuts up about you! It's always Y/n this, Y/n tha-"

"Alright! They get it Jiung! Now let's go to the dorm, me and Y/n are tired" Theo said as he interwined your fingers.

"I wonder why you're tir-OW! WHAT DID YOU HIT ME FOR?" Keeho yelped as Theo smacked the back of his head.

You all went out to the dorm and while in the van you and Theo couldn't help but share small kisses to express how happy you were. Not only you got to kiss Theo as he is now your lovely boyfriend!

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Hope you liked this imagine guys! I decided to post it sooner to be able to finish Intak's imagine in time for his birthday! By the way this wasn't proofread so if there are any mistakes I'm sorry! Let me know what you thought of this and please do request something if you want to! Love you guys 💖💖

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The Phenomenon of the Immortal Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 1

Summary: It was time for Fleur Swan to become Fleur Hale/Whitlock. She has started to adjust to the lifestyle of a vegetarian vampire as well as her powers, which she seems to develop a new one once in a while. But what happens when something happens that none of the Cullens are prepared for.

"Nature will get her way Though you took her for a fool Walking on the lake Frozen under you."

Run Cried the Crawling by, Anges Obel

When Bella got home from Vegas with Edward at her side it was the most pissed off my dad had ever been at her. He knew she would throw out the "I'll move away." Card on him but he wasn't fazed by it anymore. She was married, and a adult... he couldn't stop her. It was satisfying to see dad finally stand up to her, letting go of the fear of losing her. Bella eventually developed a guilty look on her face while Edward tensed by her side. She decided that she would have her honeymoon after Jasper and I got married, since dad would know we would both be out of the house. It confused me since she would have to wait 5 months just to go on her honeymoon, it also delayed her changing into a vampire. Since they both agreed to do it on there honeymoon.

Regarding me however my eyes are still a dark red rose color, which completely puzzled the Cullens. It confused me as well...knowing that after a year of transformation my eyes should be golden by now. I had never drunken an once of human blood but, my eyes were just as red as they were when I first turned. My blood lust got a lot better and I was beginning to gain control of my powers. It turns out I am also a shape shifter in a sense... I can transform myself into anyone I wanted to be. Things seemed to have calmed down it was nice to have a moment of serenity.

I stood in my room which was now void of my items being out on display. They were instead all in boxes stacked up on top of each other. Dad helped me out earlier in the day, it was nice to spend so one-on-one time with him while I still lived here. Bella was packing up too, excited to finally leave the house and become a vampire. She wouldn't let dad help her out however and spent her time locked up in her room. Probably waiting for Edward to enter and talk with her. I just sat down on my bed looking at my surroundings when I heard Jasper enter through my window.

"I was waiting for you to show up." I said grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss.

"Mmm, hello to you too." Jasper said.

"You're not going to believe who accepted my RVSP'd to the wedding..."

"Who is it?"

"My mom, her new husband is coming with her too."

"I hope they won't cause any trouble." Jasper grumbled.

"Well... the last thing I said to her was when I moved back down here when I was 15...I told her that next time I see her would be at my wedding. I then told her that she would enjoy the the open bar and her speech for me would be her barfing all over the place. So umm... be prepared for that to happen." I explained trying to hold in a laugh at the face Jasper made.

"Damn love...you're brutal sometimes."

"Thank you... that is so sweet to say!"

"You better get down to our place... Alice and Rosalie are waiting for you so they can throw you a Bachelorette party."

"Yeah... they'll probably break the house trying to get to me." I said and then began to laugh.

"Have fun darlin." Jasper said softly.

"You too, if Emmett, Edward, and Dean got you a stripper I will murder all of them."

"Don't worry about that darlin, we're merely going out to the woods to hunt bears... maybe a few mountain lions. Besides Edward won't be there anyway"

"Oh fun...wait, Edward won't be there?"

"Yeah... it seems he still holds a grudge after I called him a boy before the battle."

"Only a boy would be offended by that." I said

"I better go love you." Jasper replied and pecked my cheek.

"Love you too." I did the same thing, pecking his cheek. He left a few seconds afterward leaving me alone. I pulled on pair of boots and ran downstairs.

"I'll see you later dad, Rose and Alice are throwing me a little party."

"Alright Petal, love you."

"Love you too!"

I arrived at the Cullen's house in record time, my tracking ability had improved greatly. I zoomed up to the door and before I could open it Rosalie, Esme, Bree, and Alice stood there with excited smiles on their faces.

"The party has arrived." I said jokingly.

They all laughed and ushered me into the lounge room.

Bree had been living with us ever since the end of the battle, she struggled to conform to the diet after living off of human blood so long and she couldn't leave the house much since she was presumed dead. But Jasper has been helping her out a lot.

"I can't wait to see what you did with the venue outside... can I take a look?"

"No, you may not, Rosalie and I all agreed that you shouldn't see it until tomorrow. It'll be great with the pictures."

"Okay okay... is the dress finished?"

"Yes, now that you can see." Rosalie said, dragging me down to her room. A large vanity was set up with hundreds of makeup products. I turned around and saw my dress... it was beautiful.

(I know the dresses aren't exactly the same but just pretend the one showing off the back of the dress has sleeves haha.)

a"Oh my gosh Rose, you know my style so well."

"You're going to look beautiful tomorrow." Esme said, her gracious smile still on her face.

"Thank you guys so much... for everything."

"No problem Fleur, I can't wait for you to officially be a part of the family." Alice replied.

"So, how is everything back at home?" Rosalie said, already playing with my hair.

"It's tense...dad's pissed at Bella, Bella is pissed at dad. I still can't believe she actually eloped."

"Doesn't surprise me any... Bella's priorities have certainly changed." Alice grumbled.

"Yeah... not gonna lie though Alice they've always been like that, she just hid it from you guys pretty well."

"Yeah... I guess so." Alice said disappointment was on her face.

"Let's talk about something else...Fleur, did Jasper tell you where you two were going for your honeymoon?"

"No... he wants it to be a surprise, I can't wait to see where we're going."

"I'm sure it's going to be fun." Alice said, nudging me playfully.

"If I could blush right now, I would." I said.

Timeskip: The next day.

"Rosalie this is like we rehearsed it... smile and don't kill my mother." I reminded her.

"I'll try my best... Why does Bella have to be a bridesmaid again?" She said, brushing back my long black hair.

"Because I don't need my mother talking my ear off saying how selfish I am."

I saw Alice shake her head before going back to steaming my dress in the background.

"Fleur, Rosalie? Where are you guys?" I heard my dad call out.

"In here dad!" I called back.

"Renee get your butt up here your daughter is getting married. Get over this stupid grudge." I heard dad yell. Rosalie, Alice, and I all laughed.

"Aww, you look beautiful Petal." Dad said, smiling at me. I said Renee in the background she had a shocked look on her face.

"Thanks, Dad, you can thank Rosalie and Alice for all of this. Mom? You gonna come over? I'm not infected with anything you know."

She scoffed and walked up to me, we both gave each other fake smiles.

"Did you get plastic surgery? Your face looks... I don't know more sculpted." She said.

"No mother I just aged... the last time you saw me I was 15, I'm 20 now." I lied, everyone knew most vampires' facial features perfected when fully changed. But I couldn't exactly tell her that.

"Okay..." She said in a skeptical voice. I heard Rosalie growl behind me.

"Renee knock it off." Dad said he had a curt look on his face.

"Well since it's your wedding day we thought you needed something blue." Renee started, her face didn't look too happy.

"And something old, besides your mother." Dad joked, Rosalie and Alice let out a chuckle.

"Nice Charlie," Renee said rolling her eyes.

Dad then opened a jewelry box that had a hairpiece in it. I knew it was grandma swans.

"It was Grandma Swans, I added the Sapphires though, I thought it matched your ring pretty well. When the time comes around you can give it to your daughter." Dad said he handed it to Rosalie so she could put it in my hair.

"Aww thank you so much dad." I said I was lucky I didn't have my dress on yet so I could hug him.

"Should've saved this for Bella." Renee grumbled quitely.

"Oh no I forgot her veil, Rose could you come with me?" Alice asked.

Rosalie hesitated before answering.

"Sure..." They walked out a few seconds later.

"So... you stuck true to your guns. I didn't see you until your wedding day." Dad just looked at the two of us and walked out.

"Yep."

"How many men did you date before you got engaged to this one. I know how bored you can get." Renee said, implying I sleep around a lot.

"He's the first and only man I've dated." Renee's reflection was shocked in the mirror.

"Well... I knew my Bella would do that but... not, you." She said in a condescending voice.

"You have no idea what Bella has done."

"So who is he?" Renee said, ignoring my previous statement.

"His name is Jasper and he's an amazing, kind human being." I answered back, pride-filled my voice. I could suddenly feel Bella's presence behind the wall in the other room listening in on us.

"Sure... we all know women like you say that when the men have slept with you."

"You're childish insults do not bother me anymore mother."

"What childish insults? I'm stating facts." Renee said, acting innocent.

"Yeah, facts you convinced yourself are true."

"All I know is if my Bella wouldn't gotten married so young. So let's cut to the chase how far along are you?"

'I'm not pregnant Renee, I need to go help Rose and Alice find that veil." I got up to walk away when I got an idea.

"Oh by the way, Bella got married at nineteen in Vegas."

Renee just stood there in shock. I smiled in satisfaction.

"Enjoy the open bar!"

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Thirty Five

Chlosyne Janais Eruca

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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KENMA'S P.O.V.

"Kenma!" my coworker Sora beams through my computer screen. "How's it going?"

I sigh as I see her bright face light up my otherwise dark room. "Bright," I reply as I squint my eyes. "What do you need?"

"I was wondering if you could do me a big favor," she adds as she pulls her face closer to the screen, causing her brown and green eyes to bulge out from behind her clear glasses.

"Not again," I sigh. "What is it?"

"Well," she mutters, almost about to change her mind as she slides her hands down one of her two purple braids. "I was wondering if you could talk to that Build and Sell client for me... I'm still working on the pet grooming design and I don't think I can take another case without my brain exploding, Kenny!"

"Please don't call me that," I reply as I close my eyes to prevent myself from getting pissed off at her. "I don't think I should meet with that client. I'll just lose them like I lose all of them."

"Ah geez, there you go again. You only struggle to keep clients because you say stuff like that! You gotta act more excited about the project or else they won't think you're a good fit! You gotta act the part," she attempts to explain to me as she takes off her glasses and inspects them up close to her eyes.

"What do you expect me to do? I'm a fucking graphic designer, not a businessman. I would have majored in that if I didn't want to sit behind a computer all day," I respond.

Sora shakes her head as she begins to scrape something off her glasses with her pointer finger. "Yeah, well, you do good work. Your portfolio certainly shows that. Hell, you and I both know it's ten times better than mine is. But you also gotta act the part, mkay?"

"Yeah, whatever," I roll my eyes as I watch her continue to pick at whatever's stuck to the lens of her glasses. "I'll talk to the client but don't blame me if we lose them."

"Deal!" she beams as she looks up and smiles widely. "Thanks, Kenny, I really appreciate that!"

"Sure, but you gotta tell me what's so damn interesting with your glasses," I scoff.

"Oh, I just got some dead skin cells stuck to the frame. It's all good now though! It's not as bad as the green dirt that grows on the nose pads or the random stuff that spreads throughout the frame! That stuff's the worst!" she laughs.

"That's fucking disgusting," I shake my head. "Why don't you just get new glasses?"

"Do you seriously think I've got enough money for that?" she scoffs. "I'm not spendin' any money for something I already have!"

"So gross," I whisper to myself as I reach my hand to my mouse. "Bye, Sora."

"No Kenny, wait!" she calls out before the end tone of the call cuts her off. I can practically hear her saying 'aw man' even though she's not in the same room as me.

After, I lean back in my chair and look down at my watch. My meeting with the client is tomorrow, so I've got all night to myself. That is, until I remember that I'm supposed to see Kuroo. With a sigh, I pack my things up and walk out of my room. By the front door, I left that copy of the book girls: A Paean that Kuroo wanted for whatever reason. I've never read it, but judging by the way he obsesses over it, it must be good and commissary money.

When I get to the penitentiary, I'm asked to sit in the visitor's room and wait for Kuroo. When he walks in, I already know the rules. I get one hug when he walks in and one when he leaves. After the two of us sit down, he smiles softly and folds his hands together on the table between us.

"So?" he asks curiously. "How's it going?"

"How's what going?" I reply, unsure as to what he's referring to.

"Work. You know, 'cause you said you were struggling to meet new clients," he responds.

"That's really what you want to talk about?"

"Well sure, what else would we talk about? You probably don't care to know I beat five guys in a game of tic tac toe and won a Snickers bar," he grins.

I sigh at his answer. "I suppose that means you're doing well then."

"As well as I can do," he then shrugs. "And you?"

"Sora found me another client. I have a meeting with them tomorrow. It's some Buy and Sell thing. I don't really think it'll be all that interesting but Sora says I've got to act that way or I'll be out of a job," I explain to Kuroo.

"She's right, you know," Kuroo then chuckles. "Girl's weird as all hell, I'll give you that, but she's smart. Besides, she's a couple of years older than we are. She knows what's up."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I nod as I look around the waiting room. "Oh, by the way, I brought that stuff you wanted."

"No fucking way!" Kuroo gasps so loud that he attracts attention from the whole room.

"Hey! Settle down inmate!" one of the guards shouts back.

Kuroo puts up his hand to apologize before looking at me excitedly. "So you got the book?!"

"Yeah, I got the damn book. Thought you'd be more excited 'bout the money, though," I say as I hand him a prison guard approved box. Kuroo's eyes light up as he lifts up the box and holds it close to his nose.

"Mmm," he says as he takes in a deep breath of the front cover. "Thanks, Kenma, you're the best!"

"Why'd you want it so bad anyway?" I finally ask him.

Kuroo smirks as he holds open the book and slides it across to me, pointing to one of the pages. Within, holds the most disgusting content. But really, I shouldn't be surprised.

"Porn," I shake my head. "It's fucking porn."

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