#tea parties or brunch together

[applestruda]

Horn/antler gang

[lewisvinga]

born to die | fernando alonso x fem! reader

summary: after their engagement, y/n realized her and fernando may have different views of the future. it makes her wonder if they were really born to die.

warnings; age gap, cursing, angst/fluff

word count; 1.28k

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minseok-smaus @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote @xoscar03

note; and this is it u guyssss🥹 i enjoyed this series sm and i’m so thankful 4 everyone who read n enjoyed it<33 im gonna miss it sm but keep a look out for my next music f1 series 😁

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“But are you really ready to settle down?” Y/b/f asked Y/n during their biweekly brunch dates. The topic of marriage came about after due to Y/n started wedding planning a few months after being engaged.

Her best friend knew her more than anyone. They grew up together. So Y/b/f knows that Y/n never wanted to settle down so quickly. She knew that she wanted to spend her 20s having fun and completing her master's.

Marrying someone who is already in their 40s and wants to settle down as soon as possible meant there was a conflict between their futures.

“I mean, not yet.” Y/n sighed, grasping into the cup of tea as she shrugged. “I love Fernando, I do. I don’t want kids yet. I want to wait a few years and-“

“But does he know that? That’s a man who wants to settle down already and have a house in the countryside. That’s a man who wants children soon.” Y/b/f interrupted her, genuine concern written all over her face. “He’s a great guy and I love that he makes you happy but is that what you really want? Having kids means giving up a lot and you know that I know that.” She added about her own child. “And He just signed another contract with Aston Martin. If you do have kids, he won’t be around to help you much.”

Y/n let out a groan, running her hands over her face. “I was lost before I met him. I was so confused as a little child but he gave me a sense of meaning. I love Nando, I truly do. But It’s just,” She sighed. She looks out the window of the restaurant and watches busy people walking down the sidewalks. “Now that I think about it, we view the next 5 years completely differently.”

Y/b/f reaches out and grabs her hand, forcing Y/n to look back at her. “Just think about it, okay? I love you and I just want the absolute best for you.”

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Y/n sat on the top step of the front patio of her shared home with Fernando, staring out onto the gloomy skies. Despite it being sunny when she was at brunch, by the time she got home it was drizzling. However, the rain usually calmed her and in a moment where she was deep in her thoughts, she definitely needed to be calmed.

She was so lost in her thoughts of her future that she didn’t notice her fiancé’s Aston Martin pulling up to the driveway. The Spaniard was confused as to why his fiancée was sitting on the patio with a sad look on her face.

“What’s wrong, mi amor?” He asked. He sat down next to her and caressed her arm. Hearing the concern laced in his voice was the triggering act for her.

“Do you think this is the right time for us to get married?” Y/n asked, keeping her eyes on her fiddling fingers. She hears Fernando’s breath hitch as he sits up straight.

“Why do you think that?”

“Fernando, you’re older than me, like a lot older and-“

“You just noticed?” He asked in a teasing tone in hopes to lighten the mood a bit.

She just sighed in response and crossed her arms over her chest. “Fernando, we both have different views of the next 5 to 10 years and you know that. I’m still young. I want to go out and party and enjoy my life. I just started my master's degree. But I know you want to retire in a few years. I know you want to have kids as soon as possible and settle down. But I-“

Y/n takes a deep breath as she glances up at her fiancé. “I don’t want that. Not yet at least. Not until I finish my master's. I don’t want to settle down just yet. Y/b/f had to stop so many things when she had her son. It makes me wonder if we’re really meant to be. Maybe you and I, we were born to die.”

Fernando’s minute of silence made her heart drop. He looked like he was lost in his thoughts, similar to how she was moments prior. “What are you even talking about, Y/n? We were born to die? Come on, mi amor!” He exclaimed, standing up to his feet. Her eyebrows furrowed up as she copied him by also getting on her feet, ignoring how the rain began to come down harder.

“Maybe it’s true, Fernando!”

“It’s bullshit.” He let out a laugh as he ran his hand over his beard. “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s bullshit. Yes, we’re different ages. The road gets tough, it happens and I don’t know why, but we carry on. That doesn’t mean we’re born to die. Come on!” He continued, his eyebrows furrowed up.

“Are you even listening-“

“I am and what you’re saying is bullshit like I said!” Fernando responds, taking a step closer to her. “Amor, yes, I want children. Yes, I dream of us one day living on the coasts of Spain with our kids but that doesn’t mean I want it right away. I want you to achieve your degree. I want you to enjoy yourself first because it’s not up to me when we have kids. It’s all you.”

“Yeah, but-“

“What do I have to do to prove this to you?”

Y/n raised her eyebrows in confusion as she tilted her head. “What do you mean ‘prove’ it to me?” She asked, confused by his words.

He takes a step back with a shrug. “Prove that I don’t care if you want to wait to have kids. Prove that I wanna marry you because I love you, not to settle down.”

“Well, you don’t need to prove-“ She pauses in her words when she sees him take a step down. She lets out a sigh, her hands falling to rest by her side. She knew immediately by the glint in his eyes what he wanted to do. “Fernando, no. You’re going to get sick.”

He takes another step down.

“Fernando, stop that!”

He takes one step back and is immediately met with the pouring rain. In seconds, his clothes and hair were drenched but he didn’t care. Not one bit.

“Fernando, come back! The longer you stay there the more likely you’ll be sick.” She scolded him but he simply smiled in reply.

“I’m not leaving unless you join me.”

Y/n crosses her arms, glaring at Fernando who keeps smiling. She let out a sigh of defeat as she took a couple steps down the stairs and made it out into the rain. He immediately pulls her close by her waist. She lets out a yelp and balances herself by holding onto his shoulders.

“I love you and I want to marry you, mi amor. I don’t mind waiting 5, 10, even 15 years for us to have kids and ‘settle’ down.” He loudly says over the sound of the rain hitting the pavement. “I just want you.”

She laughs in disbelief, resting her forehead against his chest. “We can figure it all out later, right?”

“It’s just you and me right now, mi amor,” Fernando says. He cups Y/n’s face with one hand, forcing her to look up. He took a second to admire her features and her messed-up makeup from the rain. He leans down, kissing her hard in the pouring rain. Her previous thoughts immediately washed away the moment she felt his lips on her. Maybe they weren’t born to die.

[furybymoonlight]

See Me (Now) - Part I

Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x OC/Reader

Warning/Genre: Age Gap (3 years), Angst, Suggestive Theme, Smut (not yet on this chapter tho’), friends to lovers

Part II

Part III (final)

***

“You’re not my sister.”

“Pfft how dare you? I’ve known you since forever. The least I deserve is to be your honorary si-”

“No, you’re not.”

He cut her off, his stare was sharp, but then it softened as he cupped one side of her face.

“You can’t be…in order for me to be able to do…this.”

Then his mouth was on hers and her mind short circuited.

***

She didn’t know exactly when things started to change.

Their parents had been friends since a long time, so they had known each other for almost as long as she could remember. She first met him when she was nearing six, and he was barely three. His parents were visiting her house for a brunch with him in tow.

She remembered his beautiful doe eyes, in the shade of dark coffee, gazing up at her with a shy smile tugged on his lips.

“Hi Trent, do you want to play with me?”

She smiled and asked the small boy. Her mom had told her the boy’s name that morning and that she should make friends with him.

“Sure!”

His eyes twinkled as she grabbed his smaller hand and led him to her corner at the living room, where she stored her toys and games. Trent ended up as her first living guest in her royal tea party. He refused to wear a crown, but she reckoned he was a much better guest since he was way more interactive than her plush dolls.

They played together almost every weekend. Being older than Trent, she viewed him then as a little brother. They had less playing time when he joined the local football academy but still saw each other often since his parents often invited her family to his football matches, among other things.

She was close to his other brothers as well, but her bond with Trent was tighter. As they got older, they saw less of each other but kept in touch through texts and social media. She went abroad for university as he continued to rise as a football prodigy. Still, they spoke frequently about anything. She told him about her challenges being away from home. She shared his laughter and his heartbreak as he surfed on the top league.

It was almost Christmas, and she was back home for the first time in almost two years, finding her cozy yet modest-sized home filled with people. Her parents had thrown a welcome back party for her in conjunction with friends and family Christmas gathering.

She was swarmed by hugs and questions from all sides. She hugged them back and talked with them, finding the need to take a breather after a while. Her parents were high on the extrovert scale. Her? She was not a recluse by any means, but she found that she needed some quiet moments when dealing with crowds.

Slipping away from the crowds, she had just taken a few steps up the stairs when she slipped, unaware of several car toys scattered around. A yelp left her mouth as she braced for her fall, but it never came. She felt a broad chest cushioned her back as a pair of strong arms enveloping her.

“Careful…”

The masculine voice was so familiar, and she turned around straight away to hug her savior, who also wrapped his arms around her.

“Trent! Oh my God, I missed you! How – whoa, you’re way taller than me now. Do you not stop growing?”

She said as she took in his height. The man just chuckled, looking effortlessly good in a pair of dark jeans and beige sweater.

“Can’t be shorter than you forever, can I?”

His warm chocolate eyes looked at her teasingly. She shook her head, smiling.

“Guess not, and look at yourself now, our very own world-famous footballer. I am such a proud sister!”

Just like that, amusement left his eyes, and he took a step away from her. Tension radiated from his handsome face.

“Trent? What’s wrong?”

“You’re not my sister.”

“Pfft how dare you? I’ve known you since forever. The least I deserve is to be your honorary si-”

“No, you’re not.”

He cut her off, his stare was sharp, but then it softened as he cupped one side of her face.

“You can’t be…in order for me to be able to do…this.”

Then his mouth was on hers and her mind short circuited. Because Trent was kissing her, plump lips moving against her frozen ones. Trent.was.kissing.her and she would have to plead for temporary insanity because at some point of time, she closed her eyes and found herself kissing him back.

Her lips parted slowly to welcome him then he drowned her even more. He tasted like a mixture of coffee, cinnamon, and a hint of spiciness that she couldn’t quite put a name on. He whispered her name between kisses, then pressed her smaller frame against the side wall, carrying on wreaking havoc on her senses. Her lungs burned, but she didn’t have the will to take a breath. All she wanted was more, perhaps so much more.

The sound of muffled yet loud laughter brought her back to reality, reminding her where she was and she pushed him back, or rather he also stepped away. Breathless, she just stared at the younger man, eyes rounded in shock of what just transpired between them.

She opened her mouth, but the fire in his eyes made her lost her words. Then she heard footsteps coming towards them and without even thinking, she ran to her room in a speed that would make even an Olympic athlete proud.

Leaning on the back side of the door, she sighed and closed her eyes, body temperature still running high.

What in the hell just happened?

Author's Note I've been holding myself back not to get sucked into what I called a Trentnado because God knows I have so much to do, but after he posted those summer pics, just had to write..something. Anyway, first ever Trent story. Apology for errors as I’m not a native.

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 7]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.3K

Chapter warning(s): Alcohol consumption.

"Tomorrow, we can sleep in!" Wooyoung cheered as he did the dishes. Today was Wednesday, which meant it would be the first off day your team has had since working at the restaurant. Days went by in a blur with how busy it was.

"I can finally go back to recipe testing." You chuckled as you wiped the table tops with disinfectant.

"After getting some sleep." Seonghwa added.

"Party pooper." You grumbled as you went to wash the cloth at the sink. Jongho and Wooyoung snickered at how you were just like a child with Seonghwa.

"What are your plans tomorrow, Jong?" You asked the youngest. He put the tray down with a sigh.

"Brunch with my parents and younger brother." He said.

"Are they still trying to set you up on dates with random girls?" Wooyoung laughed. Jongho rolled his eyes and took his tray into the walk in but that was enough of an answer.

"What about you, Seonghwa hyung? Any plans for tomorrow?" Wooyoung turned to the oldest.

"Just going to stay home and chill. I need to recharge." Seonghwa said. You knew that Seonghwa was just going to spend the entire day playing his Nintendo Switch. He was addicted to Animal Crossing. That device was glued to him 24/7, he probably uses it more than he uses his phone.

"You should make salt beef for that reuben sandwich you've been craving. Can't make salt beef on that switch of yours~" You teased. Seonghwa scoffed, flinging his tea towel at you.

"Are you guys seriously talking about cooking on your days off?" Mingi came in.

"Don't judge. I'm sure that's more productive than what you have planned." You retorted, making San wince.

"She got you good. Our plan was to game tonight and spend the whole day sleeping tomorrow." San informed and Mingi rolled his eyes but nodded.

"I will be going to my art studio." Hongjoong said. Oh yes, you heard from Seonghwa that Hongjoong does art on the side.

"What kind of art do you do?" You asked.

"Oh! I, uh, redesign clothing pieces. Repaint them, stitch different pieces and fabrics together, customise stuff... All that." Hongjoong explained, a light blush appearing on his cheeks.

"That's cool." You chuckled. Hongjoong's friends have never openly thought that his work was cool. For him to be genuinely complimented by someone that he personally has been wow'ed by was exhilarating.

"I'm stepping out for a bit." You told Wooyoung. He nodded and squeezed your waist as you walked through the back door.

"Good work today, everyone." Yunho smiled as he pranced into the kitchen after doing the accounts.

"Where's (y/n)?" He blinked, eyes wandering around the kitchen to look for you. Yeosang nodded over to the back door where you had just stepped out of.

"Shall we go out for a late dinner/ supper tonight since the restaurant is closed tomorrow?" Yunho suggested.

"There goes my gaming plan." Mingi mumbled.

"You can game the entire day tomorrow, Mingi ah." Yunho slung his arm around his best friend's shoulders. Mingi rolled his eyes and went to retrieve his bag from the locker room.

"Sure." Wooyoung and Jongho shrugged, they didn't mind going for dinner. Seonghwa too, he was going to suggest a night in with you anyway, tag along on your recipe testing or convince you to make salt beef for him. After all, it seemed that you were comfortable with this new group of people.

"Where did you have in mind, Yunho?" San asked.

"What about barbecue? We can get drinks." Yunho beamed. His heart fluttered in slight excitement, hoping that you would come.

"Hey. Ready to head off?" You came back in.

"(y/n)! I actually suggested that we go for a late dinner or supper. Get some barbecue and drinks. Would you want to go? But if you're tired, I completely understand." Yunho jogged over to you.

"Sure." Your reply was short as you looked up at the excitement written all over his face.

"Yes!" He cheered. You grabbed your apron that was on the counter and went to hang it on your hook in the staff room.

"Are you sure you're not tired? It's really okay if you don't-"

"Yunho, I said I'm good. Unless you don't want me to go?" You raised an eyebrow at him. His eyes widened as your statement and he actually looked horrified.

"What?! No! That's definitely NOT what I meant." He panicked, shaking his hands in denial. You burst out laughing, unable to contain yourself anymore. You held onto the cupboard to steady yourself. He really reminded you of a puppy and it amused you to no end.

"What's going on in here?" Seonghwa poked his head in. He hadn't seen you laugh so hysterically in public before, usually you kept your emotions on a leash and kept stoic around strangers.

"Nothing, Hwa. It was just something funny." You wiped a non existend tear and shook your head, turning back to your cubby to pack your things.

Yunho, on the other hand, was surprised. He hadn't heard you laugh so genuinely before and honestly, it made him feel a certain way.

He decided, he liked your laugh. He liked hearing it and even being the cause of it.

"Here." Seonghwa helped you put your coat over your shoulders, as he always does. He took his scarf and wrapped it around your neck, securing it properly.

"I don't need this, Hwa." You told him.

"You want to wear this thin coat, you wear a scarf. This isn't going to keep you warm. I told you to get rid of it, it's too old." Seonghwa nagged you.

"I will never throw it away. This was the first coat you bought me from your trip to Europe." You frowned. Seonghwa laughed softly and patted your head. You exited the small locker room first, leaving Seonghwa to gather his things. Yunho regained his focus and grabbed his things too.

"Look at how cute you are." When Yunho emerged, he saw Wooyoung teasing you, being swallowed by Seonghwa's long scarf. It covered the lower half of your face, leaving only your eyes peeking through.

"I'll end you." You threatened but Wooyoung couldn't care less, continuing to pinch your cheeks and coo at you.

"I'll get Jongho to end you." You tried again and that actually made Wooyoung stop but Jongho laughed.

"Get your stuff. We'll wait in the car." Seonghwa said to Wooyoung and Jongho, who obediently went into the locker room to get their stuff. You followed Seonghwa out.

"Which restaurant are we going to?" You asked Yunho, who followed you both out.

"Oh, let me give you the address." Yunho took his phone out.

"Send it to Hwa instead. He's the one driving." You instructed. Yunho paused but nodded, sending the address to Seonghwa instead of you.

"See you at the restaurant." Yunho waved with a small smile. You bowed your head and Seonghwa waved back as you both walked to where Seonghwa's car was parked. As always, Seonghwa opened the door for you to get in first.

"See you in a bit!" Wooyoung waved as he and Jongho came out of the restaurant and jogged over to the car where you and Seonghwa were already warming up in.

"Let's go." Mingi, San, Yeosang and Hongjoong came out. They rode in Yeosang's car. Thankfully he wasn't much of a drinker anymore.

"Are you sure you guys aren't too tired?" You asked from the passenger seat.

"Nope! Not tired at all." Wooyoung giggled.

"Besides, we're going to eat and drink. That doesn't count as work or anything remotely tiring." Jongho pointed out, leaning his head against Wooyoung's arm.

"But it's with our boss." You reminded.

"That's your corporate side talking." Seonghwa chuckled, facing the road as he drove.

"You know I can't help it." You mumbled, sinking further into the scarf that was wrapped around your neck. Seonghwa let out an affectionate chuckle. When Seonghwa pulled up, you all got out of the car. It wasn't that long a wait before Yeosang pulled up next to Seonghwa's car to park.

"What's famous at this place?" Jongho asked.

"Beef on charcoal barbecue." Yunho grinned at you, as if trying to impress you that he didn't bring you to some random Korean barbecue place.

"Next time, we should go to Mingi's mother's restaurant." San suggested and you attention was steered. Hongjoong went in to get a table or section that could sit all of you together.

"Your mother's owns a restaurant?" You blinked.

"Yeah... Not like the one we work at. It's a grilled eel place." Mingi rubbed the back of his neck.

"I do like grilled eel. Salt grilled. We should go next time~" You shook Seonghwa's sleeve like an excited little child. The prospect of food always got you excited.

"Sure." Seonghwa chuckled. When Hongjoong waved all of you into the restaurant, you entered and sat down at a long table.

"Why don't you guys do the ordering since you're more familiar with the place? We'll eat anything and everything." Wooyoung suggested, passing the menu over to Yeosang. Yunho made all the orders, along with a few drink orders.

"I'm the designated driver so cola for me." Yeosang ordered. The 5 watched in amusement as you, Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho engaged in an intense game of rock, paper, scissors.

"Wait, isn't the car Seonghwa's though?" Hongjoong asked.

"Doesn't matter. We drive each other's cars all the time." Jongho said as you eyed each other.

"Ahhh..." Seonghwa groaned as you, Wooyoung and Jongho hi fived each other in victory. Maybe it was meant to be, Seonghwa driving his own car.

"Beer or straight to soju?" Mingi offered as he put out the glasses for the 3 of you.

"Soju for us." Wooyoung replied. You received your shot glass, shaking it at Seonghwa to tease him a little.

"Here you go." The staff served all the plates of beef and stews that were ordered. You scooped out half of the rice from your bowl and piled it on top of Seonghwa's own full one. You'd rather fill up on meat than rice. You started the cooking for one of the grills, oiling it with beef fat.

"Shall we do some pork and some beef?" You suggested. Yunho and Hongjoong, who were sharing the grill with you and Seonghwa, nodded their heads.

"I'll help." Yunho, who sat opposite you, offered. He reached over to grab a pair of tongs.

"Wow, you're really bad at this. You already burnt the kimchi." Wooyoung snorted as he helped remove the stuck kimchi.

"I'm trying to help." Yeosang hissed. Mingi reached over to fill your glass and everyone else's. Yunho proposed a toast, extending his gratefulness to everyone at the table.

"Thank you, everyone. For helping me and supporting me so far. I think we work well together." He raised his glass.

"Cheers!" Everyone clinked their glasses and downed everything in one shot. Seonghwa, who had water in his shot glasses, feigned winces and hisses as he drank the water, acting like he was drinking the bitter alcohol along with all of you.

"Your acting is getting better, Hwa." You teased, putting your empty shot glass down. Jongho, who was beside you, refilled your glass with more soju.

"Hey, you fill mine to the brim but give (y/n) a normal amount." Wooyoung complained, holding his glass up to compare.

"Woo, you're gonna spill." Seonghwa lectured.

"Not my fault!" He exclaimed. Jongho shrugged innocently. You let out a small giggle. When you finished grilling, Seonghwa helped with cutting the meat up and distributing them.

"How is it?" Yunho asked after you took the first mouthful of meat, followed by a spoon of rice.

"It's good meat." You said as you covered your mouth so he wouldn't see you chewing. Yunho smiled proudly, glad he could impress you.

"They wet age their meats here, probably why it is so flavourful." Seonghwa pointed to the tank, where slabs of beef and pork were sitting in vacuum bags. Yunho and Hongjoong turned around to see what Seonghwa was pointing at. They have never noticed the tank here before.

"What's wet aging?" Yunho tilted his head.

"It's where you seal the meat in it's own juices to enhance the natural flavour of the meat. There's dry age and wet age. Dye aging leaves the meat exposed but it makes the meat richer." You explained.

"It's probably in those tanks because leaving it in the fridge or on the counter makes it susceptible to spoiling." Jongho said.

"Like when you thaw meat from the freezer, putting it in the water prevents the temperature of the meat from becoming too extreme too quickly." Seonghwa added.

"So like fermenting it in it's own meat juice." Mingi clarified. Wooyoung nodded his head.

"San, you're awfully quiet. Are you alright?" You turned to the male. His cheeks were bright red and his eyes were glassy.

"Are you crying?" Your eyes widened.

"N-No! I just... get like this when I drink... I'm not a big fan of drinking. But I'm okay, (y/n)." He rubbed the back of his neck shyly. His sheepishness with the dazed look on his face made you give him an endearing smile.

"Who is the best drinker out of the 5 of you?" Wooyoung asked, downing the rest of his shot.

"Definitely not San. I would say Yunho is the best? Or rather, he acts the most sober, even if he doesn't remember what happened the next day." Yeosang said.

"Jongho's the same. Acts sober but doesn't remember a single thing when he wakes up. Wooyoung and Seonghwa are the worse."

"Speak for yourself." Seonghwa scoffed at your words.

"Jongho and I are always the ones that have to put you two to bed." You glared at Seonghwa. He didn't say anything because he knows it's the truth. He never remembers how he ends up in your bed.

"You tell him, (y/n)." Jongho laughed, raising his shot glass to clink with yours before you both downed it.

"I want some pork neck, please." You pointed, holding the perilla leaf out. Seonghwa nodded and took a piece, blowing it lightly before dipping it into the ssamjang and placing it on your leaf. He placed a piece of kimchi, a sliver of garlic and some scallion salad on there too, knowing how you like to make your wraps.

"Thank you." You smiled and ate it in one mouthful. To give Seonghwa a chance to eat, you took over the cooking for a bit. You placed a few pieces of beef on Yunho's plate.

"You prefer the short rib over the ribeye right?" You raised an eyebrow. Yunho nodded in his head in confirmation, his eyes shining.

"Can you... make me a wrap?" Yunho asked suddenly, now gaining some liquid confidence from the soju.

"Sure. What do you want in it?" You asked.

"No, make it how you would make it." Yunho shook his head. You nodded, putting the tongs down and making a wrap how you would make it for yourself.

"That's a lot of veggies..." Hongjoong cringed at your overall vegetable to meat ratio.

"You're just a vegetable hater." You scoffed. Now that there was alcohol in your system, you let loose a little more and relaxed, finding yourself a little more chatty. Yunho's eyes followed you curiously as you made the wrap. Then you held it out to him.

"Looks good." He grinned, a light blush forming on his cheeks. It was either from the alcohol, the shyness or both. But he leaned forward to eat the wrap from your hands.

"It's so good, the best I've had." When he beamed, the food made his cheeks bulge. The first time, he didn't look like a puppy, more a hamster.

"It's just a normal wrap." You said.

"Still the best." Yunho insisted with a small pout. You shook your head with a chuckle and filled your glass to sip it. Wooyoung was already leaning against Jongho, mumbling and giggling to himself.

"One more bottle, please!" Mingi suddenly shot up, making you jump in surprise.

"Shhh, Mingi ah. No yelling in the restaurant." Yeosang pushed his drunkenly loud friend back onto his stool. Mingi blinked in confusion, not realising how loud he was being. San was already knocked out, laying down on the chair next to him. Hongjoong had a dreamy smile on his face.

"Looks like we may need to go home soon." Seonghwa stroked your back.

"I'm fine, Hwa." You assured, taking more food to eat. You were a little too tipsy to realise Seonghwa wasn't talking about you but the rest around the table.

Yunho was pacing himself too. He didn't want to get too intoxicated since he was in front of you and your team. A part of him was worried about looking like an irresponsible boss.

"Let's finish the food. Then we will go home." Yeosang encouraged his friends.

"We have to go before they start singing. They will not shut up then." He said to Yeosang, who burst out laughing.

After the food and drinks were done, Yunho went to pay while Yeosang started to load the boys into the car. Seonghwa and Jongho moved Wooyoung into the car, helping Yeosang with the other boys. You sat there obediently, waiting for them.

"(y/n), let's go." Yunho said. You nodded and pushed yourself to stand up, following Yunho out to where the cars were. You seemed fine but Yunho noticed you staring into space and blinking slowly.

"Hwa hwa." That was an indication of how out of it you were.

"That's how you know. She's not called me 'hwa hwa' in years. Only when we were kids. And now, when she's tipsy." Seonghwa chuckled.

"Come on. Thank you for tonight, Yunho. Get home safe." Seonghwa's arm came to your waist to steady you before he bowed gratefully to Yunho.

"Let's go, Yunho." Yeosang helped the smiling giant into the passenger seat. Yunho waved to you and Seonghwa as Yeosang led him away, sitting him down and buckling his seatbelt for him before shutting the door. Despite not knowing if Yunho could see you, you still gave a small wave back.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help send one of them home?" Seonghwa asked Yeosang, seating you in the passenger seat of his own car. You were still sober enough to buckle your own seatbelt.

"It's fine, Seonghwa. Don't you need to send all of them home too? It's about the same." Yeosang chuckled.

"Nah, I think I'll take them back to (y/n)'s. They'll go home on their own tomorrow after sobering up." Seonghwa laughed.

"That's a good idea actually. Maybe I should take them back to Yunho's place and leave them all there. But let me know when you get back safely?"

"You too." The two sober ones bid each other goodbye and goodnight before parting ways.

"Yunho is nice. They're all nice." You said.

"You've gotten comfortable with them a lot faster than any of us expected. You're usually more cautious around new people." Seonghwa pointed out. He was not sure if you would remember this conversation tomorow.

"I am... I still am... But especially Yunho, he's like a puppy, you know? You can't really help but be nice to him because he's just nice to everyone he meets." You replied.

"That's true. He's been friendly from the get go like a golden retriever." Seonghwa chuckled.

"Exactly!" You snapped your fingers.

"But usually, those kind of people hide a lot of their negative emotions behind that smile. It's like a mask to them." You said, looking out the window.

~

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[koolades-world]

One bed troupe w/ Asmo

As darling as Asmo was, sometimes he could be a bit much. But, at least he knew it. When he invited you to head around the Devildom with him, since he was touring with a sponsorship from Magolish to promote their latest line with fashion shows, he didn’t expect you to say yes for that reason.

Upon hearing your response, he was overjoyed, and immediately began filling you in on every detail he knew, from the big things, like when you’d leave, to all the little things, such as the planned dinners. Of course, he let you know he wanted at least one private meal with you, as a sort of date. Not like you were about to object. The idea of having a cute breakfast with him made you excited for this trip.

Before you knew it, the day you were set to leave arrived. Asmo had insisted on packing together and planning out your outfits so you could match. He even presented you with matching pajamas sets he’d gotten just for this trip. You knew every time you had a sleepover after this trip, you'd both be wearing these pajamas.

Since he was traveling with Majolish, everything was covered by them. This meant Asmo really felt no need to hold back with his spending. On night one alone, he ordered a very expensive bottle of demonus, a bottle of champagne, and whatever he felt like snacking on while the two of you got ready for bed. This pattern carried in every night, even if you’d gotten back from a dinner where you’d done the exact same thing. The two of you only went to a party once, and it was less of a party and more like expensive networking. He tried to make things more lively but gave up soon in favor of just spending more time with you instead.

The rooms you got were always the nicest that hotel had to offer. It was honestly a little scary how much money they were dumping into the whole endeavor. But Asmo was overjoyed, and was constantly taking pictures. A couple times he joked and asked you if you wanted to walk the run way with him.

You also had your nice meal together. It ended up being a brunch. He went out of his way to ensure the environmental was adorable and that you would enjoy yourself, as a thank you for accompanying him. Again, Asmo overordered because neither of you were footing the bill, so that night after he was done with everything he needed to do, which thankfully didn't that night, you were both able to head back to your room to enjoy those leftovers.

"Sweetie, will you please bring over the sugar? I didn't add enough to my tea." Asmo was snuggled up on the sofa with a large, cuddly blanket with the remainders of that morning's food on a plate.

"Yes." Since you were already in the kitchen, you brought over the packets of sugar you'd collected over the course of your trip along with your warmed up food. You sat beside him and set the sugar on the table.

"Thank you!" He happily picked them up and added a couple to his tea before tasting it again. You weren't exactly sure what was on the TV but Asmo seemed to be enjoying it. You sat beside him and got just as into it as he was. At some point once you'd both finished your food, he offered you space into his blanket. The two of you ended up cuddling for a while under his blanket. Eventually, you decided it was time to go to bed because you had to be up early the next morning.

Asmo had already showered, so that just left you. The bathroom was large and spacious, and while not as nice as his bathroom at home, it sufficed for him temporarily. His various products were organized neatly on the counter, and divided by morning and evening. For the trip, you both decided together that it would just be easier for you to just share his products and only bring along the things for yourself that you couldn't share, like a toothbrush. If you didn't know Asmo as well as you did, sorting through all of the products would be significantly more intimidating. But, you knew your way around.

You didn't spend too long in the shower because you wanted to get to bed. You hurried and quickly changed to climb into bed. The beds were very nice, and while they were kind of far apart from each other, you were still able to see Asmo, on his side in his own bed, on his D.D.D.

"Night, Asmo. See you tomorrow." You shut the last remaining light off and threw yourself into the many pillows on the bed. You were asleep for, you're not sure how long, but you're awaken with a start in the middle of the night. It was pouring outside, and the wind was howling. You jumped at the crack of thunder. You sunk as deep as possible into the bed, trying to ignore that sound. But, fear had already gripped you and there was no way you'd be able to go back to sleep at this rate. Lightening lit up the room from the crack in the curtains. You lifted your head from the pillow, looking for Asmo. He was asleep, as expected, curled up under the covers. You considered going over to join him in his bed, like you would as a child, but before you could veto that thought, another clap of thunder made that decision for you. Quickly, you threw back the covers and scurried the short distance to Asmo's bed. You didn't try to be quiet, or gentle, so at some point, he woke up.

"Mc? What's the matter?" He sleepily brushed his hair out of his face and propped himself up on his elbows. More thunder answered the question for you. "Here." Without saying much more, he lifted the covers and let you in on the spot he'd been sleeping in. You took him up on his offer. He put his arms around you and hid your face in his chest. He muttered some words of comfort and stroked the back of your head. Despite how out of it he was, he was able to lull you back to sleep.

The next morning when he awoke, his memories of the previous night were fuzzy. But, the way you were cuddled into him, he had a vague idea of what had happened. He smiled at how cute you looked when you were asleep. He knew you were deep asleep based of the way you were slightly drooling in your sleep. But, he found it endearing and the domesticity made him want to squeal. He figured he'd give you more time to wake up on your own before he had to do it himself, so he shut his eyes again, significantly happier. What a great way to start his morning.

[disasterofastory]

[task force 141] As dads

Kyle is the ultimate girl dad. The kind of dad who takes his daughter out for brunch every Sunday, just the two of them, and every now and again, invites her to a fancy restaurant where she gets to dress up in her prettiest dresses and twirl around like a princess. He never misses a tea party, sitting cross-legged on the floor surrounded by stuffed animals while sipping pretend tea, and declaring apple juice to be the finest drink he's ever had. His nails are often painted in vibrant shades, matching hers, and more often than not, there's a subtle shimmer of glitter on his eyelids, a leftover from their last impromptu makeup session. He embraces every bit of it with a smile that says he wouldn't trade these moments for the world. He's the kind of dad who is all in, a girl's dad through and through.

Johnny is the proud father of two sons who are, in every way, his spitting image. They have the same mischievous twinkle in their eyes and the same wide smiles that break out just before they get into some trouble with their dad. Whether they're outside tossing a ball around, racing bikes, tackling each other on the grass, or roughhousing indoors, Johnny is right there with them, tossing them into the air or launching them onto the bed while they squeal with delight. Together, they're a trio of troublemakers, always in sync with an unshakable bond.

John’s daughter is his mini-me in every sense when it comes to personality. She's a serious little girl with a sharp wit and a big voice. She is never afraid to speak her mind. When adults try to fawn over how cute she is, she doesn’t hesitate to set them straight, demanding respect with a confidence far beyond her years. In John’s office, she has her own designated corner, a small space where she can "work" alongside her dad. While John has a glass of whiskey on his desk, his daughter insists on sipping apple juice from the same kind of heavy, old-fashioned glass. She won’t settle for anything else. She mirrors his no-nonsense approach to life, and it's clear she’s every bit her father’s daughter. And John couldn't be prouder.

Simon’s child, whether a boy or a girl, is the version of him that might have existed if he'd grown up in a normal, safe, and loving home. The child is quiet, thoughtful, and kind, with a natural instinct to protect, but without the scars and rough edges Simon carries. Their gentle spirit is a reflection of what Simon could have been if life had been kinder to him. Simon’s love for his child is like a rainy Sunday afternoon; outside, it might be cold and grey, but inside, it’s all warmth and comfort. The cozy embrace of a soft sofa, a warm blanket, and tea brewing in the background. Everything feels safe, peaceful, and right. His love wraps around his child like a blanket, offering comfort and security. And most importantly, his kid never, not even for a moment, questions their place in Simon's heart. They know, without a doubt, that they are the center of his world, the light that cuts through any darkness he’s ever known.

[lilsocksiswriting]

Fandom: Jujitsu Kaisen

Paring: Sukuna X Fem!reader

Summary: Holidays back home are here, Sukuna makes you cum harder.

Warnings: NSFW, No Beta, minors DNI,

Tags: College/modern Au, hurt/comfort, phone sex, orgasm denial, Sukuna likes to be called sir, Sukuna pep talks, mutual masturbation

Word Count: 4.04K

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Chapter Six || Chapter Eight

Y/N: I have landed in the land of layovers! Now it’s time for food!

Sukuna: Overpriced fast food? How exciting.

Y/N: A land of layover delicacy.

Y/N: I landed home.

Sukuna: good, you managed to get home without falling out of the sky.

Sukuna: Morning doll.

Sukuna: Do not look at the image Yuji sends you

The gang(but we aren’t like a gang gang)

Yuji: Y/N! We went to go see the Christmas lights and I got bro to ride the littel kids' train with me!

Yuji sent a pic

Y/N: omg

Nobara: look at him! Ha! He barely fits! How did you manage to get him to go???

Megumi: He looks pissed. He’s going to scare the children.

Yuji: …He did make a few cry.

Megumi: Did he go on the train ride just to make small children cry?

Yuji: I told him it would make Y/N smile.

Sukuna: Morning again

Sukuna: That littel shit ate all the cereal again.

Sukuna: I. fucking. Hate. The supermarket. This time of year is the worst. They’re all like littel bugs scurrying about in a panic, but I really want that cereal.

Sukuna: What are you up to tonight? Any fancy parties?

Sukuna: I swear to god the barista was someone from the club. I flirted with him a bit in case you wanted to take him home one night.

Sukuna: It’s pretty nice out today.

Sukuna: Keep leaving me on read, ok

The moment you got off the plane it was dinner with your mother’s roommate for college. The next morning it was brunch with your grandparents on your father’s side at the country club followed by a late afternoon tea. That evening it was a  Christmas party at your mother's law firm. 

You did manage to sneak a peak at your phone to see the most adorable picture of Sukuna, squished into a child-sized seat little train ride full of kids and their parents. He had his arms crossed and a deep, pouty frown. What a humbug.  God, he was so cute!

You have just enough time to send a quick reply in the group chat before you have put your phone away and pretend as if nothing happened. Your mother finding out that you had a boyfriend was the last thing that you needed right now. And one that did not meet her standards? You don’t even dare fathom the response she would have. Your relationship was already strained from transferring to a university not her choosing.  You will be the first L/N not to graduate from the private university of your hometown.

For the rest of the evening, you do the same thing you had been doing since the moment you stepped off the plane, pretend. You pretend to be elated to see your old friends from high school, your old roommate, relatives, and your parents’s coworkers. You pretend to laugh along with their jokes and jabs about you going to a state university now.

All the while feeling more and more alone and desperate for just one genuine thing. A real smile, a real compliment, or real merry anything! But what would be the use of that? Wasn't looking pretty and perfect enough?

When you get home you're pooped but you cannot sleep. You toss and turn in your sheets. You feel weird. You feel so lonely and disconnected from the real world. In the darkness of your childhood bedroom, you wonder if your university was even real. 

'that's stupid Y/N of course it's real.'

You remind yourself of all the hard work you put into the last semester and how you deserve a break. But when could you take that? It's so much work not making any waves here back here at home. Making sure that the holiday remains jolly and all that.  Had it always been this hard?

You remind yourself that you have friends. You scroll through the group chat reading what everyone is up to. This was a bad idea. They all lived in the same town, and they all were enjoying the break together. They didn't have to pretend like everything was fine and great and like they were not becoming the disappointment of their families. 

You make a bigger mistake by clicking on Sukun's messages. He gave you these cute littel updates that slowly stopped which made sense since you had not replied to any of his texts since landing. Not much sense in doing so now since it was later in the time zone he was in. 

But, fuck, you missed Sukuna. You missed Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi. You missed how Sukuan's bed smelled. How you could hear Yuji and their grandpa in the mornings.  You miss how lived in and warm the house felt. you missed feeling happy. 

It was stupid but you called Sukuna. It rings and rings. 

rings and rings.

"Oh, so you can't return a simple text but you can call me at three in the goddamn morning?"

you swallow a knot in your throat. God, just hearing his pissed-off, groggy voice made you relax under your comforter. 

"I'm sorry, I've barely had time to check my phone,"  is the excuse you gave to him. You keep your voice quiet, paranoid that your mom can come knocking at any moment. 

"Oh, too busy being all rich and distinguish to give your low-life boyfriend a text?" he sneers.

"It's not like that, my mom-"

 He does not give you a chance to explain your actions, "Would be appalled that you're dating a guy like me?"

"No- well yes, but it's more than that. She is already mad at me-

"Mad?” his laugh and dark and sends a shiver down your spine. “About what? Did you use the wrong salad fork? Did she find out that you fraternizing with someone so being your wealth? " his voice is now shaper, cutting into your feelings and getting straight to the bone. 

No, no, hearing Sukuna's voice was supposed to make you feel happy and remind you that there is an end to this long trip home.

"It's not like that...."  you trail off. What was it like to go back home, to feel so hesitant to tell everyone about your boyfriend, and your friends, and how much you are enjoying your degre program??

"Oh, I think it very much is Doll. You see all your rich friends and their rich parents with their nice cars and nice-"

"No!" your voice rises and becomes tighter, "It's not like that at all and you sound like yo-you don't understand at all."

"Than make me," he threatens.

Oh, oh that littel shit was good. It was one of the oldest's tricks in his book. He pesters and angers you until you tell him exactly what it is that is bothering you.

"It's all so fucking fake Sukuna...."  the dam breaks and tears well up in your eyes. "It's been one gathering after the other where I felt like I have to act like everything is fine and the whole family doesn't see me as this..this disappointment for not choosing the university they went to.  And everyone here is so fake too.  I don't that one person has genuinely wished me a merry anything. And you know what I want to gush about you. I wanna tell everyone how you make me swoon and laugh I want to save that cute picture of you in that tiny ass train seat as my lock screen.  I want to tell them about my friends and the things we all get up to….  but I can't because.... because...I'm scared of dealing with ramifications. "

you were scared of what your mother might do.

But she would never...

would she...

"Doll?"

"I'm scared of what she might do if she finds out I have friends there....if I have you....a-and I'm afraid she might...." your voice was shakey as things came together. It is still not all there, but the feelings are. 

"Doll keep talking to me," you hear Sukuna encourage.

"I-all this time I thought it was so ridiculous that me going to a different college bothered my mother so much. b-but I get it now, that's wh-why I'm hiding all of you... I'm afraid she'll take it away from me."

Sukuna scoffs, "Oh she can try doll. but I'd hunt you down no matter where that wench tries to hide you."

he can't see you shake your head," No...you don't get it.... This is what she does. If I choose something that that's not up to her standards she doesn't just take it away or hide it from me... She'll- she'll make me give it... I-I do want to give you up. Sh-she so manipulative that way  I’ve fallen for it so many times.”

"Hey,”  god his sift voice was killing you in the best way. You could melt into it. Just become lost in that deep tone forever. You cling to it like a lifeline. You'll continue clinging to it until you can find your way back to him. "Don't get choked up on me.... just breathe with  me for a bit."

you try, you really try. God what if your mom passes by? What if she makes out your hushed tone? You can hear the things she would say.

'Baby, why are you crying?'

'No, no, baby, a good boyfriend wouldn't make you cry.'

'Well the fact that you have to hide him tells me you know this is a bad relationship to be in.'

"Su-Sukuna...."

"Yea Doll?"

"C-can you just talk to me? just- don't want to think. I just wanna hear your voice, please?"

"Yeah," and Sukuna goes on the tell you about his day, about the appointments he had at work, and what he's eaten. There we go, you breathing clams. When Sukuan can't hear the sobs and hiccups he starts to ask you questions.

"So you have to tell me how about all the crazy rich people shit that’s been happening."

“Wait hold on! You mean she dated twin A all throughout school, had this man's child, then left him for Twin B! And no one really bats an eye because it's his name in the law firm?"

When Sukuna hears you giggle he can finally relax. He made a note to ask you more about your home situation, mabey torturer some information out of his younger brother. But right now he just doesn't want to hear you like that again with him being so far away.

"So what are you wearing?"

"Oh my god Sukuna really?" you giggle again and it was so fucking cute how you sounded.

"I'm in nothing"

"B-bull," he can hear the flusteredness in your voice. 

"Well I am now", he says kicking off his sweats. "So know what you know what I'm wearing..."

"a slik pjay set,” You answer. “Just a shirt and shorts. Nothing really special.”

"Fuuuck," his hands slip down his bare stomach, "That pretty pink one you 've worn to sleepovers ?"

"Yeah- you remember what I wear to sleepovers?"

"Oh, i remember that little set."

you squeeze your thighs together grab your AirPods from your nightstand and pop them in so your hands feel to play with yourself. 

"Why?" you ask

On the other end Sukuan smirks. his hand reaches his soft cock that's already getting hard at your timid inquiry.

"Why? Are you really asking me that? you really don't have a clue what you do to me? You’ve got to have soem idea doll. Did you ever think it was odd that I took one look at you in those little shorts and wished all you little shits a good night then  headed up to my room?"

 A hand finds itself between thighs. your fingers being rubbed yourself over your shorts. "I-I just brushed it off as Sukuan being Sukuna.  What did you do up there, while we were all just downstairs?"

"I stroked my fat cock like am now, " he tells you.

"Oh," you moan.

"What are you doing right now doll?"

"I'm touching myself, th-through my shorts," you tell him feeling hot and needy all of a sudden. That's just the effect that Sukuan's deep, shameless voice has on you. 

"Over your clothes? That doesn't sound too fun. Be a good girl and put your hand down your shorts, slip your fingers between those pretty lips, and tell me how wet you are."

 Getting so caught up in his playful and authoritative voice you obey. Your breath hitches when your cold finger slips under the waistband of your panties. You hear Sukuna hum on the other end. 

"Fuck Doll I'm already so hard for you, missed your sweet cunt squeezing around my cock. "

"Su-sukuna..." You push your fingers between your lips and gasp, "Oh-oh my god, i-i'm wet."

You hear a raspy giggle, "I fucking knew that needy pussy missed me."

"So much," you mumble gathering up the slick and rubbing it over your clit.  "A-are you still....."

"Mhm, going nice and slow. Taking my sweet time and enjoying all those sounds you making for me."

You giggle," I've barely made any noise. I'm trying to be as quiet as I can."

His voice grows stern, "Don't you fucking dare doll. Don't keep one sound from, I wanna hear it all." 

"o-ok"

"Ok sir," he corrects you. 

Your pussy throbs at the authority in his voice, "Wh-what?"

"Tonight, you call me sir and follow my orders. If you do that,  be my good girl, then you'll get a reward."

"Damn, " is all your mind can muster. your boyfriend was so hot. 

"What was that?"

"y-yes sir."

"Good girl," his voice was like melted honey in your ears, "Take off those shorts so you can get to that cute cunt better. "

You kick off your comforter then push your shorts and panties down your hips. They wind up somewhere beside your bed

"it sounds like you enjoying yourself doll."

"I am," you answer and quickly remember to add, " sir."

"You catch in so quick." Sukuna rubs his thumb over the head of his cock.

 "Permission to ask a question, sir?" you ask before your mind becomes too muddled that you forget it.

"yes, doll?"

"W-what did you think about? When you were upstairs jerking off?"

Sukuna hums,  the noise going straight to your core makes you moan softly. 

"Curious thing aren't you? why should I divulge my secret fantasies to you?"

Of course, Sukuna was teasing you. And of course, you getting so caught up in the way he makes you feel so lot and good that you play into this sir kink he has. 

Honestly, Sukuna would love to tell you all the lewd fanatics that he had since you first called him an ass to his face. 

"B-because they have me in them?"

"mmm, try again~,” he teases.

"Because I wanna know what makes you feel good sir."

He smirks, his hands flicking over his head and smearing pre-cum down his shaft. "Mainly I think about you under me, fucking into you so rough your titis bounce under that silky top. Yes, making ride my thigh until your cryin' and creaming though the shorts making a big wet spot  all before a fuck anther orgasm out of ya."

"Oh god," you gasp.  Your body responds to his deceptions. “Remind me to wear that more when I get back. Can I go faster sir, please?"

“Of course doll,"  he tells you but don't register the sly tone. You wanna hear more of his voice and let him make you feel so good that you do not that think that there mighty a catch."Tell me how it feels."

You spread your legs wider, leaning your head back as you described the ecstasy coursing through your body as your fingers work at your clit faster," So good sir, my pussy sounds so wet for you. I miss you so much. My hole’s clenching around nothing sir.”

Sukuna lets out a ragged breath, fisting his cock faster ."That’s a good girl, Don't leave that tight cunt out, fuck yourself on your fingers for me."

"Ye-yes, sir," you were so wet at this point that your index and middle finger slipped right on in.

"Oh god, s-sir I can fit in two so easily."

Now it's Sukuna's turn to throw his head back. "And what about three?"

The noises you make are so cute m, so lewd, and shameless. Just how how lies to have you. You push in another, "Yes"

"And a fourth?"

"Mmm, makes me feel so full sir."

"That's good, that's good. Now fuck yourself like that was my cock filling you."

" y-yes sir, haa~ sir, feel so good, I can feel myself squeeze around them, so tight 'n' hot sir."

"That's it, that's my good girl,” he purrs.  Sukuan swallows.  He hopes that you can hear the quick fapfapfap of him stroking his cock. God did his body miss you did it crave to feel your touch again. He swears he can cum just knowing that he is not the only one craving sex.

The heel of your palm now scrapes over your clit making you tremble and moan Sukuna's name.  you feel an orgasm growing and the world falling away.

"That’s it, that’s my good girl," he praises you making you feel so warm and happy. "Now stop."

"Sir~" You've graon but do as told.

Sukuna gets a rise out of this and laughs at you.,"Not so soft am I now?"

You blink up at the ceiling of your bedroom, fingers sit soaking in your cunt. soft? soft-" Are you serious? you bringing that up now?"

"I told you I wasn't going to forget that."

"Ugh, you are so evil."

His voice talks in that authoritative tone again, "I'm sorry what was that?" 

"You are so evil, sir."

He hums. Sukuan grips the base of his cock. It weighs heavily in his hand, matching the weight he feels in his balls. They are filled with cum he wants to spill into your clenching hole and not his hand.

“Poor Y/N, “ he coos,”  So hot and needy from her boyfriend's words, but he’s being so mean make you sit there with that needy cunt filled with  her fingers.”

The wine that you make makes Sukuna groan, “That’s it doll, cry for me soem more. Beg for it.”

"pleeeease sir," your hole needy cut squeezes around your fingers, "Please let me fuck myself on my fingers for you. need it so bad. Please, sir."

Holy fuck are you a fast learner. In his state, the thought that you could be a succubus who knows just what to say makes his cock hard, and aching crosses his mind.  Sukaun lets a low moan rumble through his chest,  That’s it doll, more. G-give me more."

You inhale a wobbly breath, straining to keep your fingers still inside yourself. “It's so hard not to move sir. Not to curl my fingers inside me the way that you do. Miss the way you fuck me so much. Miss you so much, sir.  I-i don’t think I can make myself cum the way you make me do.”

“You sound so patient right now,” Sukuna mocks you as he starts to stroke his erection again. “Can’t even make herself cum, you have to have me ther to do it for you. It's only been a few days and you already miss this fat cock stuffing you cunt.  Fucking you full of my cum until you’re screaming.”

“Sir please,” you beg. 

You hear Sukuna’s harsh breath on the other end,” fuck, sound so good when you beg like th-Ah! That Doll.  You wanna cum with me?”

“Yesyesyes,” you nod eagerly even though he can’t see you. Your cunt is just as eager squeezing around your fingers.

“Then go on, fuck yourself for me doll, let me hear all those cute noises you make as you cum imaging those fingers are my cock fucking  you like your my little sex doll.”

 Finally being given permission to pleasure yourself, you began pumping your fingers in and out of you.  Ecstasy runs rampant through your system.  Your soft cries of pleasure sound so good to Sukuna. He groans pumping his fists faster. 

“That's is doll that's is, that's it, fuck you gonna cum for me?”

“Yes, " your fingers curl and manage to find that spot inside you that makes you arch your back,” Please master let me cum, need to cum so bad.”

There is an amused moan from the other end before Sukaun taunts you,” Yea you need to cum that bad? You think you can get there with my voice alone?”

“Yes,  please let me cum sir,” You plead feeling the pressure build in your gut, but you're somehow staving off an orgasm until  Sukuna says which is madding. “I need so bad. Please, sir.”

Having you pleading like that and knowing he has so much power over you at this moment makes him feel so good.  He curses as his hips jerk. 

“My desperate little slut being such a good girl waiting for me to give her permission, “he says in a breathless voice.

You whimper this time making his eye roll back, “Yes I’m desperate to cum Sir. Please, please i need this. “ 

“Then cum,” Sukuna demands bucking his hips into his fist, “Hard.”

Your whole body feels light, your ass floating off the bed. You ruthlessly shove your fingers knuckle deep in your sopping wet pussy.  Your palm ruts into your clit as you feel yourself become flooded with pleasure and ecstasy.

On the other end of the phone, Sukuna moans your name as cum covers his closed fist. He feels his cock twitch against his palm as spurt after spurt leaks from the tip and over his fingers. 

As you float back down to your bed you barely register any of the lonely feelings of being home again. 

“You still with me doll?” the softness of Sukuna’s voice for the other end begins your voice back.

“Yeah,”  you give a small uncomfortable noise as  you slip your finger out of yourself, “just, wowed like always.”

“How you feelin’?” he asks reaching over to grad some tissue for his nightstand.

“Great, I think I really need that….and to just hear your voice. Thank you for picking up.”

Sukuan throughs the tissue into the trash leaving the two of you in silence  before replying, “Even if I’m annoyed with you for designing your ghosting shit… I’ll always pick up Y/N”

“Thank you.”, your voice wobbles a bit,” I’m sorry for haunting you.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes “Come on don't start crying again.”

“I’m sorry it's just a lot harder when I’m home.”

“God stop apologizing you sound so pathetic,” Sukuna scoffed then addressed you in a stern voice,” Listen y/n, stand proud. You are strong. You will continue to smile and endure your family knowing that you will come back here. When you do come back then you can let out all those emotions, to me, in my arms. Understood? “

“Yes sir,” you confirm wiping away your tears,” But can you do one more thing for me? Well, two actually.”

His automatic reply is, “Anything.”

“Can you stay on the line until I fall back asleep? And, can you keep giving me those cute little updates about your day? They kind of make mine.”

“As long as you don't call them cute, then yes. 

You pull up your shorts and settle back under the comforter. You get lulled back to sleep by his soft voice and more stories about what everyone has been up to since you left. And just when you are on the edge of falling asleep ask,” Oh, and doll?”

“Hmmm?”

“Happy holidays,” he says and wants to say more, but he thinks neither of you is ready for those words, at least not yet.

You make a happy hum on the other end of the phone and Sukuna only ends the call when he can hear your even breaths and a slight snore here and there.

[quitealotofsodapop]

Lol the moment Wukong realized MK was gone and what must have happened he'd used his superspeed and somersault cloud to practically teleport home and grab his armor, be didn't even put it on he jsut grabbed it and flew back and was in the middle of trying to get his legendary golden armor on while Pigsy drove, cursing and yelling the whole tome about how much trouble MK is gonna be in, having known him for several months at this point, Pigsy and Tang can clearly tell Wukongs yelling was entirely a result of Wukong being ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIED for MK! The dude was scared just to leave his cub alone with Tang, now way is he gonna be OK with MK running off with one of the most powerful legendary weapons in history to fight a guy who was famously almost as strong as Wukong himself was!

That but about DBK coming to the realization that Wukong was scared of him absolutely broke my heart.

The Longs were invited to the tea party as well, mainly because Mei's actions has directly lead to a lot of what happened.

Prev.

Wukong is a bit of a helicopter parent, and considering he's successfully kept MK a secret from all three Realms for so long, it's only natural he's a little apprehensive to leave his Little Heaven alone for a couple of hours. Even if his teacher is the reincarnation of his Master.

The second Wukong realises that MK has sped off with his Staff - the Monkey King's past mistakes flash before his eyes. All he can think about is that his cub is about to make a terrible mistake. Doesn't even bother hiding his Sommersault cloud as he screams towards FFM for his armor, the Stalwarts concerned as he rambles an explaination. He tries putting on his armor mid-flight to make up time.

DBK is used to being feared, but the idea that even his own little brother has become afraid of him makes the bull disheartened. He never wanted to be feared by his family. Heaven and Hell, yes, but not family.

I love the imagery of the Ao-Longs chilling at home or at their respective works when a certain phonecall comes in;

Ao Yi/Mei's Mom: "Hello, this is the office of- goodess, I recognise that voice! Sun Wukong! I havent heard from you in... she did what?"

Mei is grounded. But is thanked for accidentally bringing friends and families back together after so long. Wukong and the Ao-Longs organise a long overdue brunch meeting, including the Demon Bull couple and the Noodle gang.

[gabessquishytum]

Hob works with Dream and has a huge crush on him. At a holiday work party, Hob is moaning to his friend, Cori, about how gorgeous Dream is and how much he loves his jawline and his eyes and how one time he saw him shirtless—Cori has heard a lot about Dream from Hob. So he buys him a round of shots. Then another. And one more.

And then, once Hob is a little…smashed, Cori scoops him up, lugs him over to Dream and plops him down in his lap.

Dream is shocked when the cute guy from the sales department is dumped on his lap where he is sitting in the corner, avoiding the crowd. The man is flushed and slurring his words just a little, but he is so sweet, babbling apologies and suddenly blurting out that Dream is so gorgeous…and that he has the biggest crush on him.

Dream melts. He helps Hob get home, gives him plenty of water and maybe leaves his number on his bedside table

Awww drunk flirty Hob!!! Cori definitely did him a solid by making sure that he finally made his move (even if he had no choice in the matter)!

Hob is blushing so hard and mumbling that he's too heavy, he's probably squashing Dream by now, he should really go and sober up but he doesn't want to because Dream is so gorgeous and Hob wants to look at him forever..... he says all of that out loud and Dream just laughs gently, and picks him up easily with his hands under Hob’s thighs. Hob knows that he's a goner, there and then. He's never going to get over this crush, and Dream will probably hate him for being drunk and sloppy...

Dream is just so happy to have an excuse to leave the party! He takes Hob home in the back of a cab, kind of cuddling him to make sure he doesn't hurt himself. Hob keeps whispering about how pretty Dream is and all the lovely little things he's noticed about him over the months they've worked together. Fortunately Hob is sober enough to know his address, so Dream gets the pleasure of helping him up to his flat, unlocking his door and even petting Hob’s cute little cat, Shakespeare!

Dream puts Hob to bed tenderly, kisses his forehead and tells him to call in the morning, if he feels well enough for brunch. He also writes this on the note, just in case Hob forgets it all in the morning 😉

12:30 next day sees Hob in grey sweats and a hoodie, sipping his tea like he's not sure if it will bite him... but absolutely grinning his face off, because Dream is sitting opposite him (immaculately dressed as always), devouring an almond croissant and narrating all the embarrassing things that Hob said last night. It's a date <3 and when Hob gets over the nausea, he intends to be the one putting Dream to bed, this time.

[livwritesstuff]

elaborating on a throwaway line in this in which I referenced robin telling one of steddie's daughters to pull a fire alarm

So Robin and Nancy have elected to remain childless. Among other reasons, they love their jobs, and their jobs involve a lot of travel (plus women can still have happy and fulfilling lives without pursuing motherhood, blah blah blah). 

Despite not wanting children of their own, they do still like kids and love being aunts to Steve and Eddie’s daughters. They make an effort to take them off their dads’ hands for a day at least once every month or so.

The first time Robin and Nancy take all three girls, Moe is 5, Robbie is 3, and Hazel is about 6 months old. At the time, Moe and Robbie are very into being fancy – tea parties, and dressing up as princesses, and Eddie’s been on a kick of reading to them old books about tragic children – think Secret Garden and A Little Princess – and Moe’s just old enough to start getting into American Girl Dolls and she’s obsessed with Samantha (“of course she likes the fanciest one the best,” Ed had grumbled about this, “She’s you to a goddamn T, Stevie.”), so they figured that taking the girls to Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts (where Robin works as a curatorial chair) would be a good idea, because they could get all dressed up and act like proper ladies.

Secretly, Steve thought they were crazy. He and Eddie are hesitant to even bring the girls to the children’s museum these days nevermind a prestigious fine arts museum, but he’s also aware that they tend to behave a hell of a lot better around other people than they do around their dads (also, he and Eddie haven’t had a kid-free day together since even before Hazel was born, so he keeps his mouth shut).

It all goes completely smoothly, actually, up until it takes a dramatic downward spiral. They do get very dressed up, and before they head over to the museum, they have brunch at a tea room where Robin flexes the history half of her art history education to tell the girls all about “fancy people” decorum. Then, about halfway through their tour of the museum, three-year-old Robbie points at the one non-art object installed in the wall – a bright red fire alarm – and asks, “What’s that say?”

Had Nancy been asked this question, she would have said something like, “That’s a fire alarm. We only touch fire alarms if there’s a fire. If there was a fire here, you would pull the handle and it would make a loud noise so everyone knows to get out of the building.”

Unfortunately for the entire museum that Saturday afternoon, Robbie doesn’t ask Nancy.

She asks Robin.

And Robin tells her, “It says ‘pull.’”

Nancy’s call to Steve goes something like this:

“Hi. Just want to let you know before you see it on the news that your daughter managed to evacuate the entire museum.”

“What?”

“Robin told her to do it.”

“Please elaborate before I have a heart attack.”

[pomplalamoose]

we need some domestic headcanons for luke 😭 i absolutely LOVE you for putting out so much luke content for the faint of heart

Making as much Luke content as I can is my mission here so thanks for your ask!!!🫶🏻

I hope this is what you wanted, if not, you are always welcome to ask for something more specific <3

• despite what he wants his Padawans and others to believe, Luke likes to sleep in

• of course he can't admit to that out loud because he's trying to be a good role model

• so outwardly he puts in great effort to be the stern and responsible teacher

• you, however, know better

• while he is never even a second too late and appeares out of thin air just when he is expected, he loves slow mornings in bed

• especially with you in his arms

• he's a "ohhh just five more minutes" kinda guy but tends to really REALLY stretch that saying

• until the five more minutes quickly turn into "shit I overslept" and suddenly he's scrambling, trying to do everything at once, often forgetting to get his breakfast in the process

• he never learns his lesson either which makes it even funnier 

• his students would have a blast if you told them the truth about their Master

• (even more so if they knew how he drools in his sleep)

• sometimes, after an especially hard day of training or a long excursion, he allows his Padawans a day of rest 

• what they don't know is that he enjoys those more than they do

• finally he has some time to sleep as long as he wants to

• while he also likes surprising you with an extravagant breakfast in bed, he much prefers to prepare it together 

• also, since we're on the topic, I think he'd be really into having brunch 

• when he has scraps of time in his every day life, he does his share of household chores 

• wearing an apron 

• so his very nice black clothes don't get dirty

• listen, I don't know where he got it from, maybe it was lying around some day because you took it off and forgot to put it away again 

• possibly it says something cheesy on the front, like "kiss the cook"

• OR even better, it has ruffles 

• either way he manages to look hot in it

• something about his broad frame in tight fitting clothes, his sleeves rolled up and a big apron bow at the back makes you want to climb him like a tree

• most of the time he is a very orderly person too, keeping your shared living space tidy and clean 

• except when it comes to his socks 

• they're lying around everywhere

• and I mean EVERYWHERE

• at the beginning of the week, after he did the laundry on Sundays, they are neatly folded and stacked in his drawer

• once they are out, they are out though 

• it's like they have a will of their own 

• so when he eventually runs out of clean ones, he has to painstakingly search every last corner of every room to get them all back together 

• on the plus side he's really good at building and fixing all kinds of things

• it definitely has to do with the way he grew up and he likes to do it too; it helps him get his mind off things 

• I totally see him forcing one or more of his students to help him out as a form of detention 

• (it's low-key fun though)

• he's like a dad in those moments, going full "hold that flashlight for me JUST like that" mode

• also he recruits them for extra credit from time to time when he's working on a special project 

• of course he could also put droids to work but insists on letting his Padawans do it, because "it's an important part of their education"

• (he likes having them around)

• he often tells them fun stories while they're at it and since he is a great story teller, they always have a good time 

• during the children's free time he allows himself to be more easy going with them and is totally down to play dress up or hide and seek

• occasionally he gets invited to little tea parties and picnics 

• also I think he'd try to make the introduction to meditation easy and more appproachable for the little ones by making them color out mandalas 

• (he likes mandalas too)

• he's horribly allergic to kiwis but doesn't know because he never encountered one before 

• (and probably never will, are there kiwis in space?)

• sometimes he randomly goes missing during the day 

• if that's the case there's a high chance he's off somewhere snorkeling to look at fishies 

• it's very hard to get his attention then and every call falls on deaf ears

• rumor has it he does it on purpose 

• when he eventually leaves the water sopping wet, with his pants clinging to him tightly, everyone forgives him easily enough though 

• especially his older students like to wait out for these moments

• I kind of see that turning into an event 

• he never quite understands what's going on but is delighted to see so many coming up to him

• (he understands very well but pretends he doesn't when you indignantly throw a towel and him, telling him to cover up)

[eds6ngel]

✎ when i kissed the teacher | part three

summary: post-rejection, steve receives some hard relationship truths from robin and vickie. but, how will he continue to act around you with the upcoming elementary school's easter brunch?

part one ♡ part two ˚⋆｡˚ full masterlist.

warnings: dad!steve. singledad!steve. 90s!au. swearing. fem!reader. mutual pining. slow burn. fluff. angst. hurt. rovickie!! mentions of homophobia/lesbophobia. artificial insemination + adoption mentions [in regards to gay parenting options]. pregnancy mention. post-partum depression mention. mentions of alena's mother walking out. mentions of heartbreak. slight age gap [r is 24, steve is 29]. food and allergy mentions. jancy make an appearance!! more warnings in future chapters! [3.6k].

Steve would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t let a few tears shed on his way to pick up Alena from Robin’s apartment.

But, he remained calm, or as calm as his mind would allow him to. Alena was great at interpreting people’s emotions, she would clock his sadness in a heartbeat otherwise.

As he pulled up to Robin’s apartment, he slowly gets out of the car and knocks three times on her door. After hearing some shuffling and an “I’ll get it!” the door swings open to a pink-dressed Vickie, a small tiara on top of her head.

“Oh, hey!” she smiles, turning back and yelling, “Babe! It’s Steve!”

“Okay, we’re just finishing up in here!”

Steve chuckles at Vickie’s physical state, “Looks like you guys are having fun.”

Vickie signals him in with her arm, closing the door behind him as he treads inside, rubbing his hands together, warming them up from the outside cold that had infected his fingers.

“Christmas tea party,” she simply states, Steve immediately understanding what the young redhead meant. They both walk around the corner together to see Robin and Alena sat on the floor, plastic cups in hand, the pair giggling together. Like her girlfriend, Robin also was wearing a plastic tiara, golden gemstone centered in the middle as her and Alena spoke in posh accents.

“Hello father, will you care to join us for some tea?” Alena spoke, Steve trying his hardest not to burst out into a fit of laughter. God, she was such a character.

“Thank you for the grand offer Princess Alena, but I’m afraid we must head home before it gets too dark outside,” he replicates her accent, folding his arms over his chest.

She puts her hand to her heart, gasping in a faux shocked manner, “I am not the princess dad! Robin and Vickie are the princess rulers!”

“Oh, are they now?” Steve smirks, looking between the couple, “Two ladies leading the kingdom must be super powerful!”

Alena giggles, “Yeah, much more powerful than you would be daddy!”

Vickie looks down to the floor and purses her lips, trying not to let out a laugh as Robin lets it full rip, putting her hands up and saying, “Hey! I’m not arguing with that.”

“Of course you wouldn’t, Buckley,” he retorts back with an exaggerated eye roll. “Come on pumpkin, time to go home!”

“But, daddy,” she whines, “We are in the middle of a tea party!”

“I know buttercup, but it’s getting late. It’s already 6PM!”

She huffs, “Fine,” lifting herself up off the floor, kicking her feet, Robin tucking her hair behind her ear and saying, “I’ll clean this up, don’t you worry.”

She cheesily grins, grabbing her bag of items which she bought at the Christmas Fayre and bouncing over to her dad, “Look at all the stuff I bought!” she exclaims, holding her bag high in the air.

He leans down and gives her a quick kiss on the head as she hugs his leg, “Thanks for taking care of her guys. And I can’t wait to see it all, pumpkin! How about you show me on the drive home?”

“Okay!” she says loudly, Robin wrapping an arm around Vickie’s waist as they all head to the door, ”No problem at all, Steve. Call us whenever if you need her to be looked after, we’re always more than happy to look after that bundle of joy,” Vickie replies.

“Dad! Can I get in the car?” Alena whines, Steve shouting over, “Sure sweet-cheeks!” as he presses his car keys, the young girl opening the door and hopping inside. Steve turns back to the couple, “You know, you two would make great moms some day. Wait,” he pauses, “Can you two even, you know… have kids together?” Steve phrases his sentence as carefully as possible, trying to not let his lack of knowledge cross over into offensive territory.

Robin sighs, “We could technically, but it would be an extremely long and potentially dangerous process.”

Vickie nods along with her girlfriend, “One of us could get artificially inseminated, but that is very expensive and not always guaranteed to work. Adoption wise, we can’t just do it. One, like anyone else, you need to be married, which is literally impossible for us. Two, we’d have to find someone willing to allow adoption for us as a lesbian couple, which is definitely not here in Hawkins that’s for sure. So again, more money…”

Steve breathes out heavily in frustration, “It’s just annoying. You got the lasting relationship, you got the stable income, stable house, all of that. If the law just allowed the marriage part, you are pretty much guaranteed to have a kid.”

Robin nods, “You’re telling me. Hawaii’s trying to get us somewhere, but that is very unlikely if we’re being realistic here.”

Vickie purses her lips, “Unfortunately. We’ll just continue living vicariously through your daughter for the time being,” Vickie laughs, laced with an awkward tone.

“I mean, go all for it,” Steve says, buzzing his lips, “You two are the closest thing to a mother figure she’s ever gonna get.”

“Well,” Robin smirks, “Unless yours and Miss. L/N’s lovebird shenanigans go anywhere that is.”

Steve didn’t know that an open wound could get any worse. The rejection was like a fresh cut, and now Robin had poured salt into it. It was an instant sting to the heart.

Steve coughs as he looks down at the floor, his feet scraping across the outside rug that reads ‘Welcome Home.’ He wishes he had the stability the two women in front of him had. His love life was so lost that a worn-out, mud-stained rug with the intention of home made him feel like a failure. Maybe love was as simple as ruining the object that defined your picture-perfect life inside. That rug had six years worth of welcoming kisses and hugs, a constant reminder that when one of the two girls stepped foot in that door, they would feel wrapped in a basket of warmth. They felt at peace.

“Yeah, well, that ain’t happening any time soon,” Steve mumbles in a bothered manner, “Or at all.”

“Are we talking about Alena’s teacher?” Vickie questions, Robin nodding as her girlfriend lets out a small “Ah.”

“You told her about this?” Steve agitatedly asks, pointing over to Vickie with his thumb.

“You think I’m not going to tell my wife about your love life?”

Even with the legality barrier, Robin would still call Vickie her wife. They never let the outside expectations of the world define their use of language. It was their relationship, they could call themselves whatever they wished. Steve, on the other hand, didn’t have a metaphorical use for the term, he had no figure in his life to call that, and with his track record, it seemed like he never would.

Steve sighs, “Look, maybe love just isn’t for me, okay? It never worked with Nancy no matter how many times I tried, Linda didn’t even attempt to make it work, Heidi just wanted sex and Katie—”

The mention of Katie sent chills down his spine. He thought she was the one. After all, they had been together since the end of 1986 until the start of 1990. Their relationship was arguably the strongest Steve had ever felt in his life, even more so than with Nancy. That was until she got pregnant. They were both elated, Steve excited to expand the family he always wanted with the love of his life, her just as much so. But, everything changed once she had given birth. After speaking with Jonathan, Steve knew that his girlfriend had Post-Partum Depression and had suggested to her many times to seek therapy, just like Nancy had been doing, yet she refused, claiming she didn’t have the mental illness. After six months of not actively seeking help, Steve came home from work one day to see her bags packed, her saying motherhood was all too difficult to handle. That night, she had left, leaving Steve with a six-month-old baby to raise entirely by himself.

“Steve,” Robin begins, “I know your love life hasn’t been… the best, so to say. But, let’s not give up hope. Did she give you a reason for you not to date her?”

Steve huffs with a roll of his eyes, “Student confidentiality, all that bullshit. Can’t date me because she’s my daughter’s teacher.”

Vickie sadly smiles, “I mean, in all honesty Steve, it makes sense. It’s like if I started dating the older brother of the kids I used to babysit. It would mess things up.”

“Besides,” Robin butts in, the couple used to their rambling natures constantly interrupting each other, it was practically their love language, “That isn’t a no because she doesn’t like you, it’s a no for safety reasons. What about in six months time when Alena moves to second grade? She’s not gonna be her teacher then.”

Steve thinks for a moment over Robin’s statement. It was true that you weren’t gonna be her teacher forever. But, Steve’s thoughts are disturbed by Vickie’s further input, “She’s still in her vicinity though, right? Alena can’t view her as your girlfriend in a school setting. It’s like when my mom worked in my elementary school, I got scolded so much for calling her ‘Mom’ instead of ‘Mrs. Wilson.’ I think it’s that problem she’s probably talking about.”

“Okay,” Robin shrugs, “So Middle School!”

“Robin, that’s not for another four years!” Steve complains.

“If you were that in love, it wouldn’t be hard to wait that long, Steve,” Robin straightforwardly says, “I waited two and a half years to even ask Vickie out, and I would’ve waited a lot longer if I had to.”

Steve sighs as the sound of “Daddy!” can be heard from behind him, turning around to see Alena’s door open and her head leaning out, “Are we going home now?”

“Just a second, pumpkin! Daddy’ll be two minutes!”

“Okay!” she yells, slamming her door shut again, her shifting through her bag of items.

“Steve,” Vickie says softly, “There’s gonna be a way around this, I promise you. From the way Robin’s described your experiences and just the way you talk about her in general, you really like her. This isn’t desperation from you, you really do feel something for her.”

He breathes out, taking in the girl’s words, “Well, you guys have a lot more optimism than I do,” he quietly chuckles, “Just… thanks for everything. Thanks for looking after Alena most of all.”

“As we always say,” Robin reminds him, “Anytime.”

“It was nice seeing you two. Always a blast hanging out with Alena,” Vickie beams, “And good luck with the potential relationship.”

“Thanks guys. Have a good Christmas.”

The three of them bid farewell as Steve heads over to his car, Alena already holding the first item in her hands as he clicks in his seatbelt. He tries his best to listen to his daughter’s rambles, but his mind is invaded by a million different questions, trying to figure out a way to get you to date him.

It was now his turn to research the same questions you had been constantly looking into for the past two months.

You were currently organising Hawkins Elementary’s annual Easter brunch. Hawkins was unique in its traditions, their Easter brunch being one of the many few events that other schools did not do. The parents would bring in their children at 10AM and would have a brunch-type event with them in your classroom.

You had the added benefit of having an extra hour to yourself with no teaching to set up. However, both Easter decorations and food were a must. You spent the hours of 7:30 until 9 pinning up various strips of hanging bunnies, little Easter egg stickers and sitting little fluffy chicks on the tables. Your next task was to lay out the pink-checkered picnic blanket on the floor and throwing pink and yellow cloths on the tables. The cafeteria staff were bringing food around to the classrooms as the teachers decorated, the platter consisting of ham sandwiches, potato chips, squares of cheese, mini sausages, strawberries, bananas and a little basket full of mini chocolate bunnies — perfect for the Easter spirit.

The first parents to arrive were Nancy and Jonathan Byers, their little girl Ashley wearing the biggest pair of white and pink bunny ears.

“Well, looks like someone’s in the Easter spirit!” you say, the girl giggling as she replies, “I put pink bows in mom’s hair!”

Nancy participates as she shows off her pink bows, twirling around and making her daughter smile, you hyping her up, “Wow! Very nice! They make your mom look very pretty, don’t they?”

Nancy turns to you and grins, “Thank you,” you nodding in response, “Take a seat anywhere you want either on the picnic blanket or on a table. Ash has no allergies to anything if I’m correct?”

Jonathan nods, “Yeah, nothing so far. We’re hoping nothing forever.”

You laugh softly, “Good to know. Yeah, just sit anywhere you want, whatever makes you feel comfiest.”

“Thank you,” they both say in unison, Ashley already seeming to take a spot on the picnic blanket, the Byers parents not having much of a choice in the matter.

Many other parents and their kids arrived soon after, spreading themselves out across your colourfully decorated Easter classroom.

Since many families were arriving at similar times, it didn’t give you much of a chance to interact with them all, which was beneficial to an extent, especially when a certain father-daughter duo appeared in front of your door.

“Hi Miss. L/N!” Alena yelled, holding a stuffed animal in the shape of a bunny between her small hands, you waving back at her.

You tried your best to avoid Steve’s gaze, although you still had to ask him about Alena’s allergies. You were stuck communicating with him in some form.

The past couple of months had been rough. No more conversations when he dropped Alena off in the morning, no more waves through the classroom window, even his friend Robin had gotten added to Alena’s permanent record of people allowed to collect her, which you noticed when the young, dark blonde-haired woman appeared outside of your classroom a lot more regularly.

But, you couldn’t risk your life for a guy. You made that loud and clear, so if he got offended by that, tough luck. Your job was much more important than a relationship right now.

“What a nice bunny you have there!” you brightly say, “What’s their name?”

“Mr. Hopps!” she smiles, “He’s very tough, but he needs a girlfriend. Daddy won’t let me find him one.”

“Oh, will he not?” you ask, looking up at Steve and acting as casual as possible, smirking at him. It’s ironic that he won’t let his daughter get her toy bunny a girlfriend, it’s almost as if that bunny was him. “Well, how about you ask him really nicely and maybe he will say yes? Be extra good for him.”

“Okay!” she shouts, giggling away to herself, you now having to focus your attention to the man who had caused all of life’s recent stresses. “Steve, good to see you,” you awkwardly say, hands held behind your back, “Have to ask, does Alena have any allergies?”

He coughs, “Uh… No. None at all.”

“Great,” you sigh out, “Sit anywhere you’d like. Table or floor.”

He mumbles a “Thanks,” before leading his daughter next to the Byers. You lean against the wall as you see the two families interact. The way Jonathan had his arm wrapped around Nancy, her head leaning on her husband’s shoulder as her daughter played Rock, Paper, Scissors with Alena made you wish that you could fill the empty space that was next to Steve. You wanted to lean into him, you wanted him to hold you tightly close to him, you wanted him.

But, life is unfair. It’s not a straight cookie cutter, it’s hand-crafted. And you had already crafted your life for this job, you spend four years in college to get to this place in your life which you had been craving since you were thirteen years old. If you chose a guy over your dream job, your younger self would be incredibly disappointed. You couldn’t hurt her like that.

The Easter brunch had been a wonderful success. Most of the food was gone, minus a few sandwiches and squares of cheese, every mini chocolate bunny emptied out of the basket, as you highly suspected.

As the parents bid farewell to the kids, they got sent out for recess, the staff organising a small Easter egg hunt for the children to enjoy.

You thought your classroom was empty, until you heard the clearing of a throat from behind you. You jumped a little in your skin, grabbing your chest as you stare at the person who had frightened you, “Jesus, Steve. You need to stop scaring me like that!”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, you noticing that his nervousness around you from before had now turned into something much more somber, as if his body couldn’t decide whether to be near you or not. “I was just wondering if you needed help clearing up?”

You peer around your classroom, realising that you could probably have a helping hand, “Um… Sure. That would be great,” you say, “Need to clear up the tables and the picnic blanket.”

He nods, blinking rapidly as he stutters out, “Yeah, sure… Sure,” walking over to the table closest to him and collecting the fluffy chicks in his large palm.

The room remains in a solemn manner, the two of you getting your task done in silence, before you suddenly speak up, “You didn’t just want to help me, did you?”

It was obvious from his change of attitude that there were ulterior motives than just simply being polite. He wouldn’t have ignored you for so long, denied so many opportunities to speak to you if the politeness was a natural thing. No, of course there had to be something more.

You can hear his sigh from across the room, the one breath filling the atmosphere, “No, not really. I just… I wanted to apologise for how I’ve been acting.”

You remove the fluffy chicks from your second table, “It’s okay. I don’t expect you to act like everything is okay. I hurt you, it’s understandable.”

Sure, it would’ve been nice if he made an effort to be a little kinder in the small moments he spent with you. But, realism was the key to understanding people’s behaviours. You had to understand how it felt from his perspective, not just your own. And, if anything, if you didn’t have to remain professional for the sake of his daughter and your other students, you would’ve avoided him like the plague too.

“It’s still not an excuse though,” he lets out, “I used to do it in high school. I left fucking Nancy in a bathroom drunk alone because she told me she didn’t love me anymore. I don’t want to become the asshole I was ten years ago.”

“Steve,” you softly say, the pair of you approaching the middle table in sync, “I promise you, you will never be like that again. You’re becoming self-critical of yourself for a simple mistake. It’s simply heartbreak, of course you wanted to avoid me as much as possible.”

As you finish your sentence, yours and Steve’s hands connect over the same fluffy chick, the both of you about to grab the small decoration, yet, Steve’s hand suddenly linked between yours, your breath hitching in your throat before you can say another word.

He turns to you, a mere few inches apart between your bodies, Steve looking you deep in the eyes, letting out, “I never want to avoid you. I wanna always be near you.”

You can see his eyes flick down to your lips, you breathing out his name as he leans in, your body involuntarily doing the same, before your lips connect in a soft kiss. He places a hand on your cheek, as if that’s where it was made to belong as you hold onto his bicep for support. You lost yourself in him, the feeling of his lips on yours melting away everything around you.

You hear him hum into the kiss, the sound bringing you back to reality as you quickly pull away. Shit, what were you doing?

“Jesus,” he mutters, you covering your face with your hands as you shake your head, “Look, I didn’t mean to do that. You just looked so beautiful and I couldn’t resist—”

You cut him off, pointing towards the door and harshly saying, “Get out of my classroom, Steve.”

He begins to ramble, “I’m sorry, all right? I promise I didn’t mean to—”

You uncover your face, full-blown rage presented across it as you shout at him through gritted teeth, “Get the hell out!”

He tries to say something, but nothing comes out, him simply huffing in defeat and turning towards the door. Once he’s exited, you try your hardest not to let the tears spill, not allowing yourself to go through that shit again. What the hell was he thinking?

More importantly, what the hell were you thinking? It was obvious by the look in his eyes what he was about to do. Why didn’t you stop him?

But, that’s the problem. It’s not that you didn’t have the capacity to stop him, you didn’t want to stop him. And if anything, for the amount of time it lasted, that was the best kiss of your life.

i'm sorry guys, but it's just rejection after rejection in this fic :')

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hey~ I'm glad to see you back! If you have time, can you write teenager reader who decided to celebrate Valentine by taking their RoR parental figure on a father-daughter date? Characters of your choice, but please include Odin and Adam!

-He thought you were cute when you came to him, asking what he was doing on the fourteenth of February, he knew you had been plotting with your mother figures, like Eve and Brunnhilde.

-Your bright eyes and elation were worth it when he told you that he was free and you quickly asked him, “Papa, will you go on a date with me for Valentine’s Day?”

-How could he refuse a request like that!

-The day quickly arrived, and you were helped by all of your mother figures picking out a cute outfit and helped you plan the best daddy-daughter date ever!!

-The women were also helping your father figure, hinting towards him as you were getting closer to that age where you would want to start dating, that he could show you how to be treated on a date.

-This started a new problem, however, as he wasn’t prepared for you to start dating!!

-Odin- Since you couldn’t take him to his favorite bar that served strong Norse mead, being underage, you took Odin to the aquarium instead. Odin couldn’t really care where you took him, he was just happy that you put so much thought into the date for the two of you. The aquarium was a lot of fun, it wasn’t too terribly busy, as you went at opening, getting there before other couples would arrive. Odin started a game while you two looked at fishes, pointing out which fishes looked like what family members and you were both laughing hard within minutes, but you were having fun. He patted the back of your head as you looked up at the massive tank, the main feature of the aquarium, “Don’t grow up too fast, okay?” you smiled softly up at him which made him give you one in return.

-Adam- You saved up your money from your part time job, wanting to do something special for Adam since he always did special things for you, and your surprised him by taking him to Disneyworld! You both got matching Minnie Mouse ears and went on rides together, sending Eve pictures of the food you ate and pictures just around the park. Adam grinned softly as you held his hand, pulling him along like how you used to when you were little. To him, no matter how old you got you would always be his little girl. As you watched the fireworks together, you hugged his arm, “Thanks for coming with me papa.” He smiled softly, hugging you around your shoulders, “Anytime, Y/N. I got to see you so happy and that’s the best gift of all.” Your smile was so big that he felt his heart squeezing before heading home.

-Poseidon- You wanted to make this date super fancy and special and made sure to plan everything well in advance…however you did your job a bit too well. When you arrived to the 5-star restaurant, having saved up money from your part time job, you were quickly being consoled by Poseidon after you both were turned away for arriving one year too early. You had booked a Valentine’s Day dinner for next year, not this year. He was trying not to laugh, finding the situation a bit amusing, “We’ll just go on a date next year too.” Your eyes went wide and sparkly, hearing this and you instantly grinned, agreeing with him before he took you to a hot pot restaurant that wasn’t too busy, telling you that Kojiro took him here once and wanted to share it with you. While not the date you planned, you had so much fun, just enjoying a meal together with Poseidon.

-Hades- You knew exactly where to take him for your date and you made the reservation as early as you could! The café you both enjoyed had a special for Valentine’s Day, a tea party set for two, and knowing that he liked baked goods as much as you, it was a daddy-daughter tea party! You got one of the brunch reservations, so it wasn’t as busy and he grinned, seeing what you had prepared. You spent over an hour, sample the different baked gods and the different drinks you requested, talking and just having fun, just the two of you. After you were finished and both feeling hyper from all the sweets and coffee you had, he took you on a long walk around the park together. Hades smiled softly down at you, you had been his little princess for so long, and here you were now, a teenager; he wanted you to stop growing up so fast, but knew that it was a part of life. Dating on the other hand, Hades was fully prepared to threaten any boy you would try to bring home.

[engie-ivy]

(Already ten days into December, and finally, the first Wolfstar Christmas fic! Beginning with a simple fluffy Wolfstar Christmas Meet-Cute Get-Together!)

“Mum has evidently decided that you’re Sirius’ future husband. And oh my, she’s not holding back. I would tell her to cut it out had I thought that either of you was actually bothered by it.” James looks at Remus with a sly smile. “But I’m getting the sense that neither of you particularly minds.”

Remus turns his head to look at Sirius standing a bit further in in the room. Just at that moment, Sirius also turns his head to look at Remus. As their eyes meet, Sirius gives Remus a soft smile, which Remus returns.

As Remus turns back to James, he can’t get the smile off his face. “No,” he says, taking another sip from his mulled wine. “I don’t mind.”

Falling For You, Like Snow On a Christmas Night

(Wishes Come True - Duncan Laurence)

“Remus!” Euphemia Potter exclaims the moment she has opened the door, and immediately, she grabs Remus’ arm and drags him inside.

It’s the first time Remus is attending the Potters' annual pre-Christmas party here in Godric’s Hollow. Every year, the week before Christmas, Euphemia Potter will throw this grand party, and it signals the start of a week filled with the Holiday festivities leading up to Christmas.

That’s at least what Remus has been told, as he has only recently moved to Godric’s Hollow. He came here because he wants to be a writer, and the small, picturesque town seemed like the perfect place to write his book. Of course, he has to pay rent, so he works part-time in a newly opened local coffee shop. He gets along splendidly with the owner, Lily Potter, and especially with her husband, James Potter, who teaches Sports at the local high school. James and he have become good friends, and that’s how Remus met Euphemia.

Euphemia was immediately keen on Remus. The moment she heard Remus moved here without knowing anyone, she was determined to do everything to make Remus feel welcome, showing him around town, inviting him over for tea, having him join family brunches and family dinners, all of it.

Remus doesn’t mind. Quite the opposite. He loves Euphemia. She’s warm and welcoming, and a vibrant part of the community. She knows everyone in Godric’s Hollow, and everyone in Godric’s Hollow knows her.

“Come on,” Euphemia says, dragging Remus through the party, past all the party guests. “I have to introduce you to my son!”

Remus chuckles, wondering how many eggnogs Euphemia already drank. “I already know James.”

“Not James,” Euphemia replies. “My other son. He just finished med school, and has been working abroad, but now he’s back! And just in time for the Christmas celebrations at that!”

They reach the stairs, and Remus notices James coming down, talking animatedly with a man about their age. Remus inhales sharply at seeing that young man. Now, James is definitely a good looking bloke, but he is handsome like you don’t normally see in real life, like the model-kind of handsome. He’s tall and lean, with long, dark hair falling over his eyes with an easy grace. His features are delicate, but at the same time sharp. His eyes are especially striking, bright and captivating, the exact same light grey as the cable knit sweater he’s wearing.

“This is Sirius,” Euphemia says proudly. “My second son.”

Sirius looks down at hearing his mother’s voice, and those eyes lock with Remus’. Remus gives him a small smile, and Sirius’ mouth slightly opens. He misses a step on the stairs and tumbles down the rest of the way.

“He’s adopted,” James says, while pulling Sirius up from the floor.

Sirius gives him a stomp.

“Are you okay?” Remus asks worriedly.

“I’d be a lot better if you could just pretend that didn’t happen,” Sirius replies.

Remus raises his eyebrows. “What didn’t happen?”

Sirius grins. “I like you already.”

While everything about Sirius is just so perfect, his grin is anything but. It’s too large, showing too many teeth, and it’s slightly crooked. It’s Remus’ favourite thing about him.

Euphemia Potter is not good at being subtle. No, scrap that, she could be great at being subtle for all Remus knows. The case is that she’s absolutely not trying to be subtle.

“Remus, why don’t you sit here, next to Sirius?”

“Remus, I just asked Sirius to prepare some more extra snacks, could you maybe give him a hand?”

“Sirius, why don’t you take Remus outside to show him how nice the Christmas lights on the house look?”

“Remus, you look a little cold. Sirius, don’t you have a sweater he can borrow?”

Remus is standing next to the Potters’ impressive Christmas tree, sipping his mulled wine, when James appears next to him.

“Sooo,” James begins. “Mum has evidently decided that you’re Sirius’ future husband. And oh my, she’s not holding back.”

“Not really, no,” Remus agrees.

“I would tell her to cut it out had I thought that either of you was actually bothered by it.” James looks at Remus with a sly smile. “But I’m getting the sense that neither of you particularly minds.”

Remus turns his head to look at Sirius standing a bit further in in the room. Just at that moment, Sirius also turns his head to look at Remus. As their eyes meet, Sirius gives Remus a soft smile, which Remus returns.

As Remus turns back to James, he can’t get the smile off his face. “No,” he says, taking another sip from his mulled wine. “I don’t mind.”

“Remus, your favourite animal is a dog, right? So is Sirius’! Why don’t you two talk about that?”

It’s a bit awkward at first (“So, dogs are pretty great, huh?” “Yeah. Yeah, they are.”). But after that, they actually have a lovely conversation. It’s so easy and natural to talk to Sirius, time flies by.

Euphemia scrapes her throat.

Sirius and Remus look up from their conversation about their favourite Christmas foods (“Why ruin perfectly good hot chocolate by making it taste like peppermint?!” “I know, right? The only thing that should ever taste like mint is toothpaste! And, well, mints, I suppose.” “Candy canes?” “Disgusting.” “Thank you!”).

“James is going home with Lily, they’re having brunch with her parents tomorrow morning, and Fleamont and I are about to turn in.”

Remus looks around the room and notices for the first time that, save Sirius, the Potters and he, the room is empty. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t realise the time. I should get going.”

“Nonsense!” Euphemia insists. “We’ve still got a bottle of champagne left. It would be such a waste if no one drinks it. Why don’t you two sit down at the fireplace, drink some champagne, and continue your lovely conversation?”

Remus wants to argue that champagne doesn’t expire that quickly, but Sirius takes the bottle from his mother, and if he thinks it’s a good idea, who is Remus to argue?

Sirius effortlessly opens the champagne bottle, and, with a flourish, pours two glasses, all in one fluid motion.

“Smooth,” Remus chuckles. “Almost makes up for you falling down the stairs when I first saw you.”

Sirius grimaces as he sits down next to Remus. “I’ll have you know, I don’t usually fall so easily.” He hands Remus his glass, and their hands touch. Sirius purposely lets his hand rest on Remus’ and looks at him intently, before speaking in a soft voice. “Or so hard, so fast.”

Remus does kiss Sirius that night. He’s sitting in a beautifully decorated room, in front of a blazing fireplace, drinking champagne with a gorgeous man who’s looking at him like he’s something special, and well, Remus is only human after all. Sirius’ lips are soft, and he taste like a mixture of champagne and the Christmas cookies he’s been eating and Remus is dizzy with it.

He doesn’t take it any further, though, and not only because they’re sitting on Sirius’ parents’ couch. He doesn’t tell Sirius that he’s getting feelings for him as well, because he’s simply not sure. Maybe emotionally he is. He can’t stop thinking about Sirius and every mention of his name sends a flutter through his stomach. Yes, emotionally, he’s all in.

But Remus has always had trouble listening to his emotions. He rather thinks things through rationally. And rationally, he’s only just met Sirius. What if they’re just letting themselves get carried away because of the whole setting? The warmth of the fireplace, the buzz of the champagne, the Christmas lights reflecting in Sirius’ eyes? Will the feeling also be there when it’s a dreary Monday morning in January? Remus has nothing against a simple Holiday flirtation, but he won’t tell someone he’s falling for them if that’s all it is.

He does, however, want to get to know Sirius better, and luckily, he’s got plenty of opportunity for that the following week.

At first, it’s because Euphemia invites them both over for gingerbread baking (Sirius’ and Remus’ batches turn our inedible, probably because they keep getting distracted throwing glances at each other), Lily and James invite them both over for coffee and then brunch, and they all go to the Christmas Tree Lightning together.

“Do you know your face lights up like an actual Christmas three the moment you see him?”

Lily grins at him while they’re standing behind the counter of her coffee shop together, after Sirius just came in for a Holiday Special Cappuccino.

“I did not know that,” Remus replies, trying to sound unaffected. “Thank you for the information.”

Lily shrugs, still grinning. “Do with that information what you want.”

“If you hurt my brother, I will make you regret it.”

James crosses his arms over his chest as he gives Remus his strictest look. They’re sitting at the dinner table, after Lily has dragged Sirius into the kitchen to help with the food.

Remus raises an eyebrow. “You’re giving me the shovel talk now?”

“It’s just that I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you. You better make sure you have the right intentions, Lupin.”

Remus sighs. “I’m trying, James. I’m trying.”

After a while, Remus and Sirius don’t need invites from others anymore to see each other. Remus hears that Sirius hasn’t had a hot chocolate yet this Holiday season, and he suggests to go hot chocolate drinking together. That’s when Sirius hears Remus doesn’t know how to ice skate, so he takes him to the ice rink to teach him, where Remus clutches onto Sirius’ arm for dear life the entire time and Sirius doesn’t seem to mind at all.

Sirius also doesn’t seem to mind that Remus is holding back a little, and doesn’t express his feelings. He doesn’t lose interest in Remus or tries to downplay his words about falling for him. Remus has known men who, when Remus didn’t instantly return their feelings, immediately backtracked and said they didn’t mean it anyway, they were just having a laugh, or trying to make Remus feel better, or doing him a favour. But Sirius stands by his words and Remus likes that.

He also likes their easy conversations, he likes Sirius’ passion for medicine and how clever he is, he likes that his own dry wit matches Sirius’ cheeky comments perfectly, he likes that awful grin that turns him from ethereal to human. He soon finds that he just really, really likes Sirius.

The day before Christmas, a fresh pack of snow has fallen. Lily, James, Remus and Sirius all go out sleigh riding, which Remus hopes will be easier than ice skating. As they walk towards the park together, James and Lily walking ahead and Sirius and Remus following, Remus steps on a patch of ice hidden beneath the snow and slips.

Sirius grabs his arm, and thankfully manages to slow Remus’ fall, but it’s just too slippery to keep him upright, and Remus slides down on his back.

Sirius moves his hand from Remus’ arm to wrap around his shoulders and help him sit upright. “Are you okay?”

“Remus!” Lily calls out, hurrying back to them. “Oh my god, what happened? Did you fall?”

Remus looks up in Sirius bright grey eyes, looking down at him wide with concern. “Yeah,” he says a little breathlessly. “Yeah, I did.”

[that-one-anxious-mango]

You + Me = Us (1.5: The Filler)

Summary: The aftermath of what you’ve done hasn’t fully sent in..because just as life happens and things occur that will everything seem dark and silent.

Contents: Brunch. Angst. Crying. Medical Emergency. Friends. Allusions to Abortion 🚨 Flashback scene.

A/N: Hello beautiful humans! Hope you’re all well! I wanna first off give a huge thank you to you all for all the love and support you’ve shown the series. It means the world to me that you guys enjoy my little ole’ stories. So in celebration I thought I’d release this filler installment to get you pumped for the ULTIMATE ANGST that the next and final chapter of YM=US. holds. Happy reading!

P.S feel free to send me a letter about the series or comment how you feel or what you think will happen next! Also comment if you wanna be added to the taglist!

Much love *hugs* 💚

Arie

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Somehow after reading the letter a hundred times and crying fifty more, you'd still managed to pull yourself to together to get up and get dressed. 

How? You truly don’t freaking know.

But today you'd agreed to go out to brunch with Alana and, Avery, who was a friend from college you'd just reconnected with at the Glamour party awhile back that you'd went to with Austin.

It was just to catch up with each other for a little bit.

And you were still a woman of your word, so you were honoring the plans.

You were meeting up at the Upside Down Teapot shop down the way in downtown LA.

Since you felt like you couldn’t really drive you paid the expensive ass uber fee from your condo to downtown to meet the ladies.

Once you arrived you ordered a simple green tea that you were certain you weren’t actually about to touch and ventured out to the patio to find your friends waiting.

They both got up embracing you with greetings and love before you took a seat. 

" So, Y/N. How is everything going? Wedding planning, job, new actor fiancée." Avery giddily asked poking your in shoulder.

Still not taking off the sunglasses you had wore you looked to her nodding,          “ Everything is cool. Work is Work. Got offered a promotion though. Beatrice has been helping with most of the bridal stuff and Austin.” You cleared your throat when it had suddenly become dry, “ Austin’s okay. Working right now per usual...so yeah.” You finished.

Avery’s eyes lit up, “ Woah wait a promotion at the script house. That’s exciting. What is it? “ 

“ Um. Just one of the people who works there is retiring and threw my name into the hat to take their spot..it’s not a big deal.” You lied.

Only it was a big deal. It was actually a huge fucking deal. 

Two weeks Prior:

You were a script writer and worked in a writer's room with a few other folks everyday trying to piece together everyone's individual ideas to make the next best possible Oscar worthy work you guys could. You'd walked into your office today at Simon & Tills expecting the day to go like any other. You even had a killer idea that you had prepped to share for the script the B team was currently working on for a Spike Lee small film.

But once you'd got into the room you immediately noticed the way that all of your colleagues were eyeing you down. Some had looks of encouraging smiles while others glanced once at you and quickly shifted your eyes their eyes back to their computers.

Wrapping the hazel sweater around yourself tighter. You could feel your palms starting to get clammy and eyes began to hurt. You already hadn't been feeling the greatest the last couple of days, so whatever this was you hope that it wasn't that bad.

What was going on? What had you done.

Putting a pep in your step you were just about to reach your desk when the door of Cecelia Klinger, the Editor and Chief, pushed open.

" Y/N, do you mind popping in my office for a brief moment." She called out.

Shit. You'd thought.

Instantly a lump the size of a coconut was beginning to form in your throat while you shook your nodded trudging forward while still trying to ignore the dozen pairs of eyes that followed your every move.

Once you shuffled into the office and both of you were seated you started to mentally brace yourself for what was about to happen.

It would be the first time in your life you'd ever gotten fired and you were about to take it like a champ....maybe.......

It really depended on how stern her voice was going to be.

" So Y/N. " She started, " By the way that you're tensely sitting in the chair across from me I can tell that you probably weren't expecting me to call you into my office this morning. " She spoke.

At her statement you started to move around trying to look less uptight.

It only made it worse.

" Well let me start by saying there's no need to be nervous. In fact, I hope you'll find yourself elated by what I'm about to tell you next. "

" Okay." You replied watching her reach down into her desk drawer and pull out what looked to be the rough draft copy of a script alter you'd submitted to be in the final copy of a part of a script for a upcoming project for sony productions.

You didn't know who was producing or directing cause that hadn't been announced yet but you were given some characters and historical background. From there you researched on your own and wrote what you could. What you felt was right.

" This was turned into me by Calum." She stated referring to the office's Junior Editor, " Now. I have to tell you that rarely does Calum ever personally hand me over a single person's work to read. But he did yours. And I can say that I am more than thoroughly impressed. "

oh-oh damn.

You could feel the pit of your stomach start to feel like hills rolling.

Struggling to contain the look of shock on your face, you thanked her

" This prompted me to take a closer look at your portfolio and I must say I never knew that you were behind some of the work I was seeing. The works I liked. " She emphasized.

" And as you know Calum is retiring to spend more time with his husband and children. And when the topic of his replacement came up. So did your name." She dropped.

Now this facial expression of shock on your face, you couldn't hide. You'd never thought your work was that good. I mean you'd written a few things your were largely proud of. But this was completely unexpected. And as far as Callum went, you didn't know he knew your name.

" The way we feel you approach things and this certain insight that you have to you. Is especially refreshing. You don't write what's expected of you by the book. You write with your imagination and feeling. And I need someone like that to oversee the office. But more importantly I need that aspect for our publishing." She explained.

Still you sat amazed waiting for your alarm clock to ring or Adam Sandler dressed in spandex riding a dragon to pop through the wall. Because this had to be a dream.

" So Y/N. I am formally extending you the position of Junior Editor. It’’ll be more hours and more responsibility of course to take in. You can take the time you need to consider. I will need a answer by the end of the month when Callum fully resigns. Though, I truly hope that you'll choose to fulfil. Because I see a great deal of potential in you young lady. " Cecilia stated.

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“ Y/N that’s amazing! Congratulations!” Avery happily clapped.

“ Thank you but it’s not a huge deal.” You passed it off once again, “ And I haven’t accepted yet. I still have a week to decide.” 

A scoff came from across you, “ Don’t let her be modest with you, Avery. Y/N just got offered the junior editor position at the house if she accepts she’ll be the youngest junior editor ever while being one of the most powerful script editors in California.” Alana gloated on your behalf stunned, “ With that being said. Hun, what’s the hold up. Why haven’t you accepted?” She pressed. 

“ Well Lana there are a-lot of things to consider now. There are things and people this could affect.” You said hoping she’d catch your drift.

Eyes bucking Alana said, “ Woah wait a minute. Y-you’re not actually considering saying no are you? After all the work you’ve done.” 

Shaking your head in discomfort you said, “ I don’t really know just exploring my options as you love to say.” You replied.

“ Bu-” Alana started.

Feeling the table tense Avery quickly interjected with a question to steer the conversation elsewhere, “ But speaking of options. Lana aren’t you suppose to be doing the PR for the Met and Diamond Ball this year. How are you going to do both without outshining the other? “ She asked knowing it would send Alana down a deep black whole of explanation.

And it did giving you a break to just sit and think while looking around.

Were you really about to give up your dreams for a man and a child? 

But not just any man and child, your husband and baby?

Did you wanna have this baby?

Is that the right decision? Had you become that type of woman? 

When you looked over a bit away from you, you seen a small family of three people. A woman and a man who in his lap was holding a baby who could've been more than five or six months old. Her mom was playing around with her trying to feed the babe what looked like mashed fruit.

 But every-time she'd bring the spoon to the child's mouth she turned her head making them both laugh. It was almost as if she thought it was a game. Trying again she put the spoon up to her daughter's mouth only this time the man had tickled the little girl under her chin making her laugh and open her mouth. Sliding the spoon in quickly, you watched as the child ate her food and in return her parents clapped along with the smiling baby before leaning over to kiss one another.

Seeing this scene unfold before made you experience a warm and gooey feeling and you couldn’t help the grin that graced your face.

From the way the man and his wife looked at each other, to the laughter the three of them shared at the small little things happening. It made you feel good inside, like this was something you wanted. You couldn't help the way your imagination ran to instead of the man and woman sitting there with their baby, what if it was you and Austin with yours.

Your baby.

The little chickpea sitting comfortably inside your womb.

Something that was made simply from the way you and Austin looked at each other...okay maybe more than just looked. 

But still the thought of that made your heart swell because you wanted that.

You wanted that. You realized.

And nothing else would matter if you had that.

Feeling light headed all of a sudden at your epiphany, you decided to go to the bathroom and get some air so you could muster up the courage to send a text to your husband telling him that when he got home, you were ready to talk.

Getting up you braced yourself on the back of your chair, " H-hey I think I'm gonna go to the bathroom and get a little bit of air. " You informed looking around at your surroundings that as of recent seemed a little less clear.

From where they were sitting both Alana and Avery took note of your shaky stance and flushed appearance. They were immediately concerned.

" Y/N, boo? You okay? You look a little flush." Avery called out.

" Yeah hun maybe you should sit back down." Alana chimed in.

But still you waved them off moving to take some steps, " I'm fine just need so-mme a-"

You never got to finish your sentence because in that moment the entire world went dark and silent.

All from around gasps of horror and concern could be heard as not only Avery and Alana rushed to you, but others around also.

“ SOMEONE CALL 911.SHE’S NOT RESPONDING. LANA SHE’S BARELY BREATHING.” Avery yelled holding you in her arms. “ Y/N..baby..come on...come on honey.” 

In shock Alana made the call practically screeching into the phone to the operator.

From there everything seemed to move in slow motion. 

They continued to trying to wake you until the paramedics showed up and whisked you up and away onto a gurney.

" Ma'am is there someone we should call as her emergency contact."  The EMT asked Alana while the others prepped you to be placed in the ambulance.

" Ummm...." The thought of telling them Austin's name and number had popped into Alana 's brain first, but when a pang of resentment washed over her, she pushed it aside and went a different direction, " Grace Kildeen. It's her older sister. The number is (469) 388-5670. " She informed.

" Okay we'll have someone give her a call. In the meantime would you like to ride in the ambulance with her, ma'am? "

" Of course. Let me just let our friend know. She's over there talking to the store owner right now." She motioned to where Avery was conversing.

" No problem."

Alana then went to go and talk to a shaken Avery who informed she'd be right behind you and had already made arrangements for the cars and everything else.

And before she knew it Alana was in the back of the ambulance holding your hand.

[definitelyunhingedagentphoenix]

how do reggie nd frabby interact in ypur silly brain im studying your brain rn

I love getting asks so absolutely study my brain as much as you want!

They are... Complicated. They have so much potential to be best friends but they're held back by their opposing sides. But they have a lot in common. They both enjoy chess. They're both in love with Roxana. When they are together, people would think they've been best friends for years.

They like to stand off to the side at parties and drink wine while spilling the tea. One time she snuck him into a Zoraxis party just so she could talk shit about her coworkers.

They are both the type of people where the phrase "tmi" does not exist. They talk about shit that makes other people so uncomfortable but to them it's just conversation. And I don't just mean sex either. Like stuff that people try to not talk about. Like periods and baggage from past lovers and whatever other things you don't typically think about sharing with others. Especially that which is supposed to be your enemy.

Reginald was the first person to know that Fabricator had her tubes tied after he received a letter from her that just read. "No babies for this sexy bitch. That's right. Uterus removus." It wasn't even signed. He just recognized her handwriting. Even if it was sloppy because she had just woken up from the surgery and was barely coherent.

People in public will think Fabricator is really mean. Like REALLY mean to him because of the way she speaks but they are so chill. He talks back to her. It's just smack talk.

They have no romantic interest in each other whatsoever, despite what everyone else thinks but they both are madly in love with Roxana which they thought would be an issue. It's not. Reginald and Roxana have date nights on Wednesday and Fabricator and Roxana have date night on Saturday. At least twice a month, they all go out for brunch together.

Game nights are intense.