#there was the meet n greet earlier which as i said was short but very nice and i was squimshed against ade for the photo

[carcarrot]

ok sitting down for a moment at disneyland. elaborating on the post-beat concert shenanigans in the tags

[lavendercharm]

Linger, Chapter 5: Kiss With A Fist/Human Nature

A/N:

Ya'll. Writing this chapter felt like a marathon. But I think I'm ultimately very happy with it. Please let me know what you think!

This chapter is a bit longer, and I think it deserved to be named after two songs because of that. "Kiss With A Fist" by Florence + The Machine definitely fits the first half of this chapter and was one of the first songs I added to my playlist when writing this story, so I knew I wanted to use it for the big public confrontation.

The vibes toward the end are different. I discovered this song earlier this week and haven't been able to stop listening to it, so maybe I'm just reaching to try and justify including it lol. But "Human Nature" by Barrie is what I decided to use for the second half of this. Cause they're spitting facts when they say "Human nature doesn't always come easy" lmfao.

This is far from the end of this story, but it may be a second before you hear from me, depending on how busy the next few weeks are. I say that - watch me turn around and post something this weekend lol.

Thank you to everyone who's stuck with me thus far. I love you and I'm so grateful to know you're along for the ride.

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Summary: From the moment you meet her, you can't stand Melissa Schemmenti.

Warnings: Strong Language

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Barbara Howard did not take days off. It was only recently that she allowed herself her first mental health day, and while she could see the benefits, she had been eager to get back to her classroom, her students, her best friend, and even her coworkers. The life of a teacher was unpredictable, and the life of a teacher at Abbott Elementary came with its own unique set of challenges, but Barbara had seen a lot in her decades of teaching. With some hard work, support from her fellow teachers, and the grace of God himself, she had seen and survived it all. Barbara Howard could conquer anything thrown her way.

However, if Barbara had the magical gift of foresight, she might have chosen Monday morning to take her second mental health day in her entire history at Abbott. 

As it was, Barbara could not see into the future, and so she entered the teacher’s lounge at 6:30 AM, on the dot. She claimed her usual spot, made herself a cup of coffee, and began sorting through her lesson plans for the week. She enjoyed her few moments of serenity in the lounge prior to the arrival of her more talkative coworkers. It wasn’t unusual for Melissa to arrive a bit later, especially on a Monday, so Barbara thought nothing of her absence. She politely greeted Janine and Jacob as they entered together; she did the same for Gregory shortly after. As the three younger teachers gathered at their table and discussed their weekends, Barbara continued her work, occasionally reacting to what she overheard. And when you entered the lounge, your first time visiting in the morning, Barbara was mildly surprised, but she shot you a warm smile all the same. She noticed you seemed to be a bit tense, but she chalked it up to the fact that you were still very new. 

Melissa had talked her ear off about you last Monday, of course, explaining your tardiness and the shots you’d taken at her about her age. When Barb pressed her for details about your confrontation and what you’d said to each other, she simply said, “I took care of business, a’right?” 

While Barbara agreed it was unprofessional of you to arrive late, she also knew Melissa better than anyone else in Abbott did; she knew Melissa could take things too far. Melissa was as passionate as they came, which meant she was one of the best teachers at the school. On the flip side, she also had a short fuse. Barbara knew she didn’t have all of the details, but she didn’t think much of it - you were a sub, after all. She expected she’d never actually meet you. 

So when you arrived in the lounge for lunch the day after your explosive argument, she was shocked. While skeptical of you, she couldn’t help but admire your tenacity. You’d come face to face with the wrath of Melissa Schemmenti and still returned to Abbott. You’d introduced yourself, and as far as Barbara could tell, you were perfectly polite and well mannered. The displeasure and hostility radiating off of Melissa was felt by everyone in the lounge, but aside from giving her close friend a pointed look, Barbara chose to ignore it. 

You’d continued showing up the rest of the week, greeting Barbara every day before taking a seat with Janine and Jacob, as well as Gregory, occasionally. The younger teachers seemed to have taken an instant liking to you, the four of you sharing stories from previous schools or discussing the latest movie releases. You’d even had a good-natured exchange with Ava one morning. The principal had leant against the corner with her phone and talked you through her “roster”, whatever that meant. Barbara was sure she didn’t want to know. 

Barbara observed how seamlessly you integrated into Abbott’s social circles - with the obvious exception of the red head who always sat to her right in the lounge. Melissa pretended you didn't exist, which would have been fine if it wasn’t the elephant in the room. Your first day in the lounge, Janine had tried to talk to Melissa about you. She’d turned to Melissa with a huge grin on her face and said, “Man, Melissa, you’re so lucky to have such an awesome sub as your aide.” 

Melissa had glanced at Janine over the rim of her cat-eye glasses, and in a sharp tone, retorted, “What sub?” That’s all it took for everyone in the room to grasp her unspoken message: If you value your life, drop it. The only reaction Barbara saw was a sharp flash of your eyes before you turned your back to the older woman and called Janine over, changing the subject. 

But last Friday, Melissa caught up with Barbara after the school day ended and explained that you’d just given her two VIP tickets to the Eagles game on Sunday. If there was anything that would help Melissa forgive your transgressions, it was that. Once again, Barbara found herself impressed with you - you took the initiative to make amends and you’d knocked it out of the park. She was happy for her friend. She’d told Melissa, “Just think of how much you’ll be able to accomplish now that you and that young woman can work together. Now, you and Gary go enjoy that ball game.” 

A week after your first morning at Abbott, all of the water was seemingly under the bridge, and the staff room could breathe easy again. No one paid much mind to the anxiety radiating off of you. For the most part, the energy in the room was calming as the day began. 

The sudden CRACK of the door slamming into the shelves violently ripped the room’s occupants out of their morning zen. It was enough to cause everyone to nearly jump out of their skin. Heads whipped in the direction of the doorway as Melissa’s furious form charged into the lounge. Her attention was initially on Barb, but as she opened her mouth to speak, her eyes locked on you. The blush of fury rose instantly in her cheeks. She ripped her bag off of her shoulder and tossed it in the direction of her regular table, nearly hitting Barbara in the process, and as her eyes narrowed, you could practically see the steam rolling off of her as she hissed out, “You.” 

And that’s when Barbara knew any chance of a peaceful morning had gone out the window.

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As your weekend began, it didn’t take long for it to sink in that you were well and truly fucked. You completely failed to consider the consequences of your little scheme. There’s no way in hell Melissa wouldn’t be out for blood at the start of the next school week. The smartest thing to do would be to never return to Abbott, move to a new city across the country, and change your legal name. You went back and forth between chastising yourself for being ridiculous, and being so ridden with anxiety that you couldn’t eat. You felt so stupid - what did you think would happen? 

Ultimately, you reached a point where you couldn’t handle the crushing weight of what you’d done alone, so you’d spilled to Ava. Her response had been about the least reassuring thing she could have said.

You did WHAT? I didn’t know you were crazy like that! You’re gonna die girl. I’m not even joking. We gotta go out this weekend, cause it’s your last one alive. I’ll make sure you have fun tho. Do you own any latex?

After refusing Ava’s offers to make your last days on earth worthwhile, you spent most of the weekend drowning in anxiety and imagining how Melissa would bring about your demise. You decided you had to do your best to prepare. You literally couldn’t afford to not go back to Abbott, especially after getting your headlights repaired Saturday afternoon. Under the anxiety, you could feel the ember of your rage, still pulsing with a red-hot glow, so you decided to grasp ahold of it. What you’d done was shitty, sure. But compared to smashing headlights? All you’d done was get even.

Seeing as you couldn’t afford to uproot your whole life and leave Philadelphia, the next most logical thing to do was to never be caught alone in a room with Melissa ever again. You were pretty sure this was something you could pull off - you figured you had two weeks left at Abbott tops, and as long as you had kids or other teachers in the same room, you would have witnesses who could recount your violent death should Melissa murder you. 

This is what caused you to arrive at Abbott on Monday morning a full hour and a half before you needed to be there. You’d dithered in your car for about fifteen minutes, debating driving away and then talking yourself out of it. Eventually, you braved the outdoors, darting into the building and down the hallways as quickly as you could. You practically sprinted past Melissa’s classroom door - the lights were out, but even though you logically knew she wasn’t in yet, your mind conjured a vivid image of her jumping out of the shadows like a monster in waiting. You slowed down and tried to control your breathing as you entered the teacher’s lounge, and you were immediately soothed to see how many people were already there. Even better, Melissa was absent. 

As you passed Barbara, you gave her a hesitant smile. You actually liked Barbara, as much as you can like someone who’s polite and whom you don’t know very well. You figured it may be the last chance you get - surely the woman would turn against you once Melissa told her what you’d done. Janine, Jacob, and Gregory were all sitting at your usual table, and after preparing your morning coffee, you quickly situated yourself in a seat, thankfully facing the door to the lounge.

“Hey!” Janine said, shooting you her adorable, slightly gapped-toothed smile. “How was your weekend?”

“Oh, uh… it was fine,” you said, your eyes darting toward the door as it opened. Not Melissa . “Mostly caught up on chores… had to get some work done to my car, fun stuff like that.”

“Car problems are tough,” Gregory said, spooning a bite out of his bowl of plain oatmeal. “What was wrong with it?”

“Uh…” you hesitated, unsure if you wanted to share what was really wrong. It would inevitably lead to questions and the last thing you wanted was for everyone to know the details of your feud. It was one thing for everyone to know Melissa didn’t like you - there were very few people Melissa actually liked in general. But it was another entirely for them to know she’d smashed out your headlights. Something generic - a bad alternator, maybe - would suffice.

You didn’t even get the chance to lie.

Despite the fact that you could see the doorway, the resounding SMACK of the door slamming open still made you jump. Before your brain knew what it was processing, in stormed Melissa Schemmenti, thick heels clacking on the linoleum tiles. She wore a form fitting pink sweater, the neckline questionably appropriate, and skin tight black pants. Her saint necklaces shimmered from their home on her collarbones. You supposed she wanted to look hot when she killed you.

It only took a moment for her eyes to lock on you, and in that moment you knew things were about to get ugly. To your surprise, seeing the flustered state she was in created a feeling of immense satisfaction. She was furious because your plan had worked. You didn’t even fight the smile that began to find its way onto your lips. The anxiety wasn’t gone, but you relished in the triumphant feeling of landing a critical hit. 

“ You,” she hisses, tossing her bag from her shoulder. The tension in the air was thick enough to be cut with a knife. 

Your eyebrows shoot up, feigned ignorance in your voice as you point at yourself and respond, “Who, me?”

She starts toward you, and everyone else at your table scatters. You’re shocked to see Janine step in front of you, her hands up placatingly. “Melissa-”

“Shut it, pipsqueak, and get out of my way ,” she growls, her gaze over Janine’s head burning holes in you. 

“Hey!” You spit out, anger spiking and crowding out your anxiety. You’re suddenly standing. “Don’t call her that!”

Janine turns to you, holding a hand in your direction now too. “It’s fine, she calls me that all the time-” 

“It’s not fine!” You shout, fists balled. Your eyes are glued to Melissa’s. “You think you can say and do whatever you want because no one will stand up to you. Well, I’m not going to put up with it!” 

“Oh my god, please stop this. I will never psychologically recover from seeing your dead body,” Jacob pleads, wedged between the corner of the room and the fridge for cover. 

“Can’t believe I was dumb enough to trust ya,” Melissa growls. “And after all that bullshit about ‘olive branches' and bein’ cordial.”

You smirk. “Oh, right! How was the game?”

Melissa starts forward again and Janine has to physically hold her back. She’s shockingly effective in spite of her small stature. 

“Ya know I didn’t get into the game! Gary and I went all the way to the stadium, but you gave me fake tickets! We wasted our whole afternoon and got harassed by security!” she shouts. 

“So what are you gonna do about it? Beat me up? Call the cops on me?” you challenge.

A deeply offended look crosses Melissa’s face as her jaw drops. “Are you callin’ me a snitch?” she snarls. She surges against Janine one more time, who manages to keep her back again. “That’s low, even for you!” Melissa says nastily over Janine’s shoulder.

“Oh, that’s low?” You ask incredulously. “Low like smashing someone’s headlights out?” There’s an audible gasp from Jacob in the corner, and you feel the heat of everyone’s gaze turn from you to Melissa, the whole room enthralled by your verbal tennis match. 

Melissa glances around her before pointing an accusatory finger at you. “Ya can’t prove that was me!” You thought someone would have to have been born yesterday to believe that; anyone who worked at Abbott knew that’s exactly something Melissa would do. 

“Oh yeah, because everyone else here keeps a bat taped under their desk like a neurotic asshole!” you proclaim, throwing your hands up in the air. 

“I’ll show you ya stronza- ” Melissa hisses, pushing past Janine and beginning to reach for you. Your arms come up to instinctively protect your face, but before she can reach you, a figure closer to your height blocks your vision.

“THAT IS ENOUGH!” Barbara Howard bellows. The whole room comes to a standstill, frozen in time. Even Melissa has been stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide in shock as Barbara looks accusingly between the two of you. You feel immediately ashamed. “Are you both not grown adults? I cannot believe the absolute foolishness I’ve just witnessed!” She rounds on Melissa. “Especially from you!” 

“Barb, she-” Melissa starts. 

“I don’t care if she insulted your cooking to your face, you do not behave like catty teenagers! We are professional, grown people! Acting like this in front of your peers? Disgraceful! ”

She rounds on you, her eyes narrowing. “And you. To think that I was beginning to think highly of you. You went to all that trouble to make fake football tickets, just to get back at Melissa? Have you ever heard the phrase ‘An eye for an eye’ ?” 

The pit of shame in your stomach is sickening as you slowly lower your arms, your eyes unable to meet Barbara’s. Feeling like a petulant child, you couldn’t help but mutter, “She started it.”

“And now I’m ending it!��� Barbara yells. You feel her grip the sleeve of your sweater and pull. You stumble after, seeing her grasp Melissa as well. “You are both coming with me!” The rest of the lounge doesn’t move a muscle as Barbara Howard physically drags you into the hallway. 

She marches with both of you in tow, Melissa sending you the nastiest glares she can muster from the other side of her friend. Stopping in front of a classroom full of bright colors and tiny chairs, Barbara turns to both of you. “This has gotten completely out of hand! You are both going to sit in my room and we are going to work through this. I don’t care if it takes all day - you will NOT be allowed out until you can act like civilized adults!” She folds her arms and gestures her head forward. You stare back for a moment, thinking she must be joking, but the woman doesn’t budge. After a moment longer, you enter the classroom. You’re followed closely by Melissa, who stalks to the other end of the room. 

Barbara closes her door and pulls down the window blind. She turns to you both, her eyes closed and her shoulders rising in deep, even breaths. Eventually, she opens her eyes, and commands, “Take a seat.”

You glance around and only see chairs for children. You begin to protest, but the look on Barbara’s face prompts you to simply grab the nearest chair and plant yourself in it. Your knees are comically close to your chest and you don’t know where to put your hands. You settle on resting them on top of your knees. Melissa is pacing back and forth, muttering to herself - you guess she gets to ignore Barbara’s request. 

“Now,” Barbara begins. “We are going to talk out your problems so we can put this whole mess behind us. Your students deserve you at your best, and you cannot be your best when you’re at each other’s throats!” She’s stern, chastising, and you feel ridiculous. “Where did all of this animosity start? Why are you angry with Melissa?”

You can’t help but scoff because the answer should be obvious. Barbara presses her lips together in annoyance and you quickly reply, “Well, where do I begin? Aside from smashing my headlights out, she’s done nothing but disrespect me since I stepped foot in her room. She was insulting me before she even learned my name!”

“I never learned your name,” she pipes up spitefully, and you whip your head around to glare at her. 

“Memory not as good as it used to be?” you retort. A muscle in her jaw jumps out as she clenches her jaw, her face coloring once more. 

Before she has a chance to rip into you again, Barbara cuts you both off with a stern, “Knock it off!” She looks exasperatedly between the two of you before pinching the bridge of her nose. “The Lord is testing me today,” she whispers to herself, shaking her head. She turns her attention to the fiery woman across the room. “Melissa?” 

Melissa comes to a stop, planting herself and leaning her weight onto one hip. She rolls her eyes, gesticulating wildly as she speaks. “If we’re goin’ back to the start, then first things first, she strolled into my class thirty minutes late. Didn’t even have the decency to apologize.” 

“You didn’t give me a chance to!” you protest. “I hadn't even stepped into the room before you were criticizing me. It’s not like I did it on purpose, it was a complete and total accident. And then you started insulting how young and inexperienced I look.” 

“I was just givin’ you a hard time, that’s all,” she says indignantly. “How was I suppose ta know you can’t take a joke?”

Your head whips toward her. “And smashing my headlights? Was that a joke?” you retort incredulously. 

Her eyes narrow and her tone is venomous as she hisses, “Nah, that was for throwin’ away my school supplies, stealin’ lunches, and callin’ me a bitch.” 

You hear Barbara’s sharp inhale and jump to defend yourself. “Those supplies were all broken or unusable! You have so much on your hands with two classes and I was just trying to help you. Also, Janine gave me that lasagna because I forgot my lunch, I didn’t steal anything. You wouldn’t give me a chance to explain myself before jumping down my throat. Not to mention calling me degrading names in Italian!” 

Barbara raises an eyebrow and gives Melissa a knowing glance. “Melissa uses gabbortz quite often, it’s nothing to get offended over,” she says, an attempt to reassure you.

Melissa’s eyes dart to Barbara’s as she huffs, “Uh, it’s gabbadost , Barb. And I mighta used somethin’ more… vulgar.” To your disbelief, the red head practically looks sheepish at this admission. Her arms cross in front of her as she shifts her weight, and your eyes are drawn to how the motion causes her cleavage to swell ever so slightly. Feeling heat flood your cheeks, you dart your eyes all over the room, attempting to find something else to fix them on. Luckily, neither woman seems to notice. Barbara’s eyebrows are furrowed in an inquisitive way that suggests she’s waiting for the shorter woman to elaborate. Melissa lets out a puff of air. “I mighta used the ‘P’ word, a’right?” 

Barbara’s eyes widen as her mouth drops open in a gasp. “The ‘P’ word? Melissa Schemmenti, you don’t mean-”

“Yeah, yeah, the one I save exclusively for Kristin Marie. That ‘P’ word.” You don’t know who Kristin Marie is, but Barbara looks positively scandalized.

Tearing her eyes away from Melissa, Barbara stands and turns away from both of you, hands on her hips and head shaking in disapproval. As she takes her turn pacing across the room, the disappointed silence from the older woman allows the weight of the last week to settle on you, and you find yourself suddenly exhausted. You lean forward, your head in your hands and the shame rising inside of you like a tidal wave. How did you get here? 

“Well, I think you both have been sufficiently horrible to each other,” Barbara says, turning toward you. “Now explain how this has all made you feel.” 

You and Melissa groan in unison. “Come on, Barb,” Melissa starts, but Barbara holds up a single admonishing finger to silence her. The Italian woman becomes subdued immediately, and you notice how different Melissa’s reaction is to being silenced by Barbara.

“How has this made you feel?” the older woman presses, her tone of voice a warning to comply. Melissa leans against the wall, refusing to budge. You all sit in tense silence for what feels like an eternity, and you wish the floor would swallow you up. She was using the same tactics on you that you might use on two fighting eight year olds.

Eventually, you can’t handle the tension any longer and you burst out, “I feel totally disrespected!” You look to Barbara and she gestures for you to continue. “I uh… I feel belittled, and like you don’t take me seriously, but I think the worst part is I never got the chance to prove to you that I belong here… you wrote me off before you even met me. I’ve worked hard, and I love what I do, so to have you disregard me right off the bat, just because I made a mistake and I look young… it felt pretty shitty,” you admit, the confession coming out of you in one long rush. 

“Especially because… I was excited to work with you,” you add quietly. You’re suddenly enamored with the floor, unable to bring yourself to look either woman in the eye. You feel exposed and vulnerable, and you’re majorly uncomfortable with it. 

You’re forced to endure your feelings of discomfort for a few more torturous minutes. Suddenly, your eyes widen in shock as a husky voice meets your ears, and it takes a moment for your brain to process the words. 

“I guess I feel a lot of the same,” Melissa admits. You raise your gaze to meet hers, and she’s staring at you intently, the earnestness reflected in her jewel-green eyes making your heart skip a beat. “Felt like you didn’t really care when you were late. Some a’ these kids? They got plenty of adults outside of these walls that don’t really care. That’s the last thing they need here. And then ya walked in and you look so young… I couldn't resist teasin' ya. But then you got me back and I got defensive, and I shouldnt’a.” She shifts her weight, casting her eyes to the floor. “I bought all those supplies with my own money,” she admits. “So seein’ you throwin’ em away, it really rubbed me the wrong way. But… you were right. I was tryin’ to stretch em when there was no more room to stretch. And then seein’ my lasagna on your desk… I know I can be a real hot head, and I took it out on ya and it wasn’t fair.” 

As you look at Melissa, her red hair shining under the fluorescents and her evident unease at her own candor, there’s a swelling feeling in your chest and a warmth slowly spreading in your limbs. “Melissa,” you say, and her head snaps up to meet you. You search her eyes, waiting for her to snap at you for using her first name. She doesn’t. She simply waits, holding your gaze, and you can’t quite read what’s behind her eyes, but you suspect it’s something far softer than she’s shown you before. 

You allow yourself to swim in those emerald pools for just a second longer before you admit, tenderly, “I’m sorry.” You see her shoulders drop ever so slightly, tension releasing as she allows your words to sink in. “I’m sorry for what I’ve said about your age. I’m sorry for throwing your things away without asking. And I’m really sorry about the Eagles tickets. That definitely wasn’t my finest moment.” You say the last bit with a touch of humor. You pause for a moment, before adding, “I’m not going to apologize for the lasagna, though. Janine insisted on giving it to me, and it was one of the most incredible things I’ve ever tasted.” 

You see her eyes widen, her brows raising in surprise. A genuine satisfied smile graces her lips, and you can’t help but momentarily wish things had been different over the last week so you could have seen more of those. That smile made her entire demeanor change. 

“Well,” she says, eyes flashing with her own humor. She shoots you a sly grin, and you return a small smile of your own. “If I’m bein’ real with ya, I’m impressed. Fake tickets? Pretty diabolical,” she continues, admiration in her voice. Her smile fades, though, and she brings her hand up, pressing a knuckle to her lips briefly in thought. She sighs, murmuring, “I’m sorry too. I shoulda given you a chance before jumpin’ to conclusions. And, uh… I’ll pay for ya to get your headlights fixed.” She mutters that last part, and you notice that she didn’t apologize for smashing them - but you know it’s as close as she’ll come, because you’re not sure she entirely regrets it. You’ll take what you can get.

“Thank you,” you murmur, and once again you suddenly can’t look at her anymore. Luckily, Barbara draws your focus to her as she clears her throat. You both look toward the older teacher as she stares down at you, a smug, triumphant smile dancing across her full lips. 

“Now, was that so hard?” She asks, her voice teasing both of you. For the first time in days, you feel like you can breathe fully again. Melissa rolls her eyes, pulling herself away from the wall, but you detect a hint of relief radiating off of the woman as well. 

“Don’t expect us to hold hands or nothin’ Barb,” she says as she heads for the door. When she reaches it, she pauses and turns to you. She considers you for a moment, and you begin to feel warm underneath her gaze. Finally, she says, “Well, ya comin’? We got lessons to plan for the day. How do ya feel about teaching Science?” Her tone is gruff, commanding, no nonsense. The carefully curated tough exterior of Melissa Schemmenti is back in place. But you’ve seen the slightest glimpse of the human being underneath.

“Right behind you,” you reply, and a tentative grin breaks out across your face as you stand and begin to follow the short woman. You pause briefly though, a thought entering your mind, and you turn to Barabra. Your hands grasp each other behind your back as you rock forward onto the balls of your feet, and you convey your gratitude by giving the older woman the warmest smile you can muster and uttering, “Thank you, Barbara.”

She returns your smile, her own radiant and warm, and you can’t help but feel like you’ve been blessed a bit. “My pleasure, dear. Go on, I’ll see you at lunch.” You nod in agreement, and turn on your heel, following after your lead teacher. You’re not friends - seeing as your time is limited at Abbott, you don’t imagine you ever will be. But you feel lighter, and there’s a newfound respect for the short woman. And for the first time since you stepped foot inside Abbott Elementary, you feel excited for the day before you.

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A/N:

Yes, I'm sorry, Gary will be briefly mentioned/perhaps even making small appearances. Stay strong lol. Controversial opinion but I don't hate Gary. Did I think he was good enough for Melissa? HELL NO. Do I think he should have respected her wishes and listened to her when she explained her boundaries? HELL YES. But ultimately he was just a big dumb guy who was infatuated with Melissa Schemmenti, and to that, I relate. Still, I wasn't mad about that split.

Fun fact - if you've watched season 3 episode 4 already, I wrote the Ava roster line before that episode aired. I died laughing when the kids were talking to Gregory about his roster. We don't need to talk about the firefighter exchange... denial is my favorite state.

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But Daddy I love him!

Seth Cohen x Fem!Reader

warnings: mention of stable and happy family and being an only child (lol)

A/N: Finally out! Not proofread. English isn't my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. All credit to the GIF owner. I'm only on season 2 of the OC so sorry for any mistakes! This is very inspired by Seth meeting summers dad lol. This is short n' sweet enjoy!

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Being your Parent's only child comes with its advantages and disadvantages. Advantages: You're spoiled rotten. Disadvantages: They always expected only the best for you. While some argue that that isn't a disadvantage, you argue otherwise.

You and Seth have been dating for a couple of months, and it's gotten to the “meet the parents” moment. While you've met his on multiple occasions it doesn't matter because Sandy and Kirsten are extremely laid back and love you! Your parents are together and have been since before they had you. So you've always had a good example of what a loving healthy relationship looked like. And that's exactly what you and Seth have!

Your dad just doesn't seem to see it like that. You can't quite tell when your dad started detesting your poor boyfriend. Because before they even met he was so happy that you were happy. Maybe it's the one time they ran into each other when Seth was picking you up. “Uh hey, sir! I'm uh here for your daughter. You know the only you have” he laughed nervously. Your dad saw this as a sign of weakness while you found it cute and endearing.

But now you were formally introducing him to your parents for the first time ever! After getting ready and meeting Seth at the restaurant earlier you were both still nervous. You never told Seth what your dad had said about him after the run-in and Seth always assumed he was loved… but you never corrected him on it either. He was determined to make a good impression. He wore a fancy suit with a tie and everything. “Hey sweetheart!” he greeted and you could hear the nervousness in his voice. After you greeted him he continued. “So I was thinking what topic of conversation should I bring up huh? I mean I don't wanna bore him but I don't wanna sound like a smart liar either-” You shut him up with a kiss followed by a giggle. “Just be yourself but a little less.. Nerdy,” you told him half jokingly half seriously. He squinted his eyes and playfully scoffed. “Oh come on I promise I won't bring up Captain Oats or Superman the entire conversation okay?” you laugh at his words. “No no talking about Superman but Mr. Oats needs to be discussed He is such an important figure in your life!” you joke to which he fakes a laugh and kisses you again.

A little while later Seth your parents and you are all sitting at the table in silence after Seth tells another painfully not funny joke. A few minutes passed before your father asked bluntly “So where do you think things are going with my daughter?” you could've sworn you saw Seth choke on his food. “Dad! It's only been a couple of months” you retorted “Well I would like to know if he's serious about you or not” your father replied back. Seth then cleared his throat “Serious? Oh yes very serious. I love your daughter I have for quite some time now and uh my intentions? You know uh make her feel loved and- wow it's hot in here. Um do everything I can to make her happy” Seth ranted and you smiled softly before looking back at your father in the hope that Seth's words changed his perception. But your dad's face didn't even budge.

After the dinner, you and Seth walked on the pier together hand in hand ahead of your parents. Still in view but out of earshot. “I dunno I thought he liked me and then today happened and it was just so awkward?” you sighed. “Seth it's just how he is okay? He has higher expectations for me than I have for myself. I'm sorry just know I love you too. Is it getting chilly or is it just me?” he didn't reply instead he just took off his blazer and put it in you before ranting again “I mean even Captain Oats would have been an easier conversation to have! Wait wait wait- I don't meet his expectations?” he stops walking and so do you “you're not a bad boyfriend at all Seth!” you exclaimed grabbing his hands. “My dad just wants someone who is unrealistically perfect.” he hods and squints his eyes “Okay I can be that”. You raise your eyebrows “Sorry what?” he grins “Perfect, I can be that for you” you laugh softly as you guys start walking again “Seth I don't want perfect I just want you why does this matter so much anyways?” he scoffs as if it's obvious. “You are your father's perfect person and mine. I want to impress you both and make sure I have a spot reserved at every family gathering so he wants perfect? I'll give him that”.

You thought Seth was joking. And oh boy were you wrong. After that day Seth would go above and beyond not only in front of your father but also just for you.

Like when he got you your favorite color bracelet. In the right size.

Or when it was Valentine's day and he got both you and your mother flowers which she loved. You remember the day he dropped them off you stood there as your mother hugged him. Meanwhile, your father was stoic and only nodded in approval of the flowers.

You were spoiled rotten not only by Seths' gifts but also his words and actions. You loved your boyfriend and eventually, your father did too!

[notsoattractivearenti]

Two and A Half Men (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader x Weston McKennie)

WC: 1.1K

Warnings: none

A/N: ok i'm not sure how to put it properly in the title without looking like a threesome group LMAO but in this fic Christian is reader's partner and Weston is both reader and Chris' best friend. and i'm aware Christian is holding a ball in the cover pic but imagine it’s a baby instead! this one is probably meh but i've been thinking about this idea all day and just had to write it down. hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

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“Knock knock… Can I come in?”

You see Weston’s head peeking through the slightly-opened door, respectfully waiting for you and Christian to let him in.

You wave your hand from the hospital bed to invite him to come inside. Wes carefully opens then closes the door, and quietly walks toward you. You see him bringing two bags of something in one of his hands but you can’t figure out whatever those may be.

“Hey, Y/N!” He gives you a big hug. “How are you feeling, my friend?”

“Hi Wes! Very exhausted, of course, but all good. Thanks for checking in.” You respond weakly.

“Oh I figured!” He laughs. “Christian told me you were in labor for almost 24 hours??? That’s wild! I don’t think I could be as strong as you were!”

You chuckle with a faint smile written on your face. You weren’t lying when you said you are very exhausted – it was a very long and painful process you had to go through to bring your child into the world. But no matter how insanely tiring the labor was, you loved every second of it and would do it all over again.

“Yeah… Wild indeed. Totally worth it, though.”

“By the way,” Weston hands you one of the bags he brought earlier, “I got you sushi. I know you love them and you couldn’t have even one during your pregnancy, so I believe you deserve some.”

“No way! Thank you Wes!” You excitedly unpack the bag and open one of the three boxes of sushi Weston gave you. You haven’t eaten one in nine months, and right now it’s like those delicious sushi are begging you to eat them right away – and obviously you can’t resist it.

“Ugh, sushi is overrated.” Christian scoffs.

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Christian just came back from changing your baby’s diaper in the other room. He is holding your little bundle of joy in his arms – since he was just born, Christian has already become so protective of him he didn’t want the baby to ever leave his arms.

“Hush, C, no one needs to hear your trashy opinion.” You playfully clap back at his statement.

Your banter cracks Weston up. He cackles and you both do a high five.

“Ha-ha! Burn bro!”

Christian squints and shakes his head. He is more than happy to know that his best pal and his life partner are best friends, but sometimes when you two “gang up” on him – which happens really often, because you both love to make fun of Christian together – he would feel so outnumbered and get quite annoyed by it.

“Hmm, I’m not loving this dynamic, you know.” Christian says sarcastically.

“Oh boohoo, don’t be so bitter, white man.” Weston mocks him in response.

“Anyway, what’s up, new dad!?” Weston greets Christian then does the usual handshake with him – but since Christian is currently holding your baby, they do the one-hand version of the handshake.

“Happier than ever bro! I’m living the dream!” Christian gushes. 

“Aww, congratulations my brother!” Weston excitedly pats Christian’s back.

Christian gently supports the baby's head and back with his hands then slightly lifts the baby closer to his face.

“Here, we want you to meet our son, Finley Mark Pulisic. You can call him Finn for short.” Christian officially introducing your little man to his best buddy.

Weston is immediately in awe of Finn. His eyes were instantly locked on the face of the cutest little human he has ever seen.

“Wow, dude, he is so precious…” Weston murmurs. “You’re so lucky. man”

“Yeah, I know.” Christian replies.

His eyes are also very much set on Finn, admiring how adorable his little one truly is. For him, “lucky” is an understatement. He feels like he has hit the jackpot with the family life he’s now living, and would not want to change even the littlest thing.

Weston feels the urge to caress Finn’s little chubby cheeks with his finger, but he doesn't want to cross any boundaries so he asks for Christian’s permission before doing anything.

“May I feel his cheeks?”

“Yeah, of course.” Christian allows him to do so.

Weston gently caresses Finn’s cheeks and his heart suddenly feels like it is exploding.

“Oh my God, why is he this soft!? These fluffy cheeks are to die for! He is so cute!” Weston just blurts his thoughts out.

You – who is currently busy eating sushi that Weston brought for you on the bed – laugh when you hear what Weston said. It is clear to you that he has become Finn’s number one fan.

“What can I say, I did make one hell of a cute baby.” You chime in.

“We. We made a cute baby.” Christian jokingly corrects you.

You roll your eyes, blow a raspberry at him, then continue eating.

“Yeah, no, Finn’s cuteness is definitely all Y/N. Like, one hundred percent Y/N.”

Of course Weston is taking your side, he just wants to get into Christian’s nerve.

“Yea, yea, yea, whatever.” Christian mutters.

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Christian’s arms get tired from carrying the baby for quite some time, so he puts Finn down on his crib next to your bed. At the same time, Weston feels like he is forgetting something, so he looks around and realizes he brought another takeout food for Christian. He quickly grabs the bag to hand it to Christian.

“Oh, Chris, I brought you some burritos,” Weston hands the other bag to Christian, “they are not from Chipotle, but you gotta eat, bro.”

Christian chortles.

“You don’t need to do that, but thanks a lot bro.”

“Anything for my favorite new parents.” Weston winks and funnily does the finger guns at us.

“You know what Chris? I just thought about this: now that you have a son, we’re like two and a half men. Like, you and I are the two and Finn is the half. How awesome is that?” Weston randomly tells Christian about this thought that crosses his mind.

You were listening to Weston’s random thoughts and already feeling left out – obviously you are not being serious – you voice your protest to him.

“Hey! What about me? Where am I fitting in on this scenario?”

“You will be the one who gave birth to the half man!” Weston laughs.

You’re confused as you don’t find that funny, but you think you should just play along.

“Eh,” you shrug, “whatever.”

“You two can raise Finn together then.” You acted upset.

“Y/N, please, don’t be mad…” Weston pretends to beg for your mercy.

“You and I both know anyone is better at parenting than Christian, right?”

“Come on guys,” Christian groans, “stop bullying me!”

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[ugotnojamzzz]

Rulers of Ruin

Chapter 4

Alright so I’ve been toying with this complex mafia!au fic idea for a very long while and I guess it’s time to give it a whirl. I already have about ten chapters written out (I’m expecting it to be at least 20 chapters), but I want to test out the waters first. I’ll start posting more if some of you are interested in knowing what the hell is going on.

Genre: Mafia!au , Slowburn, Angst, Hurt, eventual smut, TW (it is a mafia!AU, after all)

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x reader

Synopsis: um, tf is going on??? Stay tuned for more chapters to come.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language. Also, don’t come for me over the theme, people. It’s an Alternate Universe, which means the bangtan boys are essentially what I like to call meat puppets to serve the storyline. This is obviously not a projection of their actual real-life personas.

Wordcount: 2.8k

Masterlist

Chapter 3

The morning light had not yet pierced the darkness when Y/N was abruptly roused from her sleep by the rustling of security guards entering her room. The sudden intrusion was quickly followed by a stern order; she was being summoned to a meeting with Namjoon.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Y/N slid out of bed to find she was wearing pajamas.

Mrs Shin, YN thought as she recalled last night’s events, that old bitch.

 Still drowsy, she went to open her wardrobe, which was now curiously filled with clothing. Everything black. "How fitting," she muttered under her breath as she selected an outfit.

The girl dressed quickly and was escorted through the sterile, echoing halls of the mansion. The crisp morning air hadn't yet warmed the austere corridors, adding a chill to her already uneasy anticipation.

Upon entering a broad, sunlight-flooded office, Y/N was met by the sight of Namjoon and another man, who had pale skin and sharp, cat-like eyes.

Namjoon turned to face her, offering a nod in greeting. "YN-ah," he said, his eyes briefly scanning her face, "I’m glad to see you looking better today."

"Nothing like a little blackout rest to brighten up those dark circles," Y/N responded sternly.

"I trust you’re enjoying your new quarters?" Namjoon inquired.

Unimpressed by his attempts at cordiality, Y/N offered no reply, her silence laden with indifference.

"I hope you’ve got everything you need up there," he pressed on.

"Cut the crap,” Y/N’s voice sliced through the pleasantries, her stance firm, eyes narrowing slightly, “are you going to tell me why I’m here?"

"Alrighty, then," Namjoon conceded with a slight nod, gesturing subtly to the guards. At his signal, they exited, leaving only the man with cat-like eye whom he had been speaking to earlier. "Let’s get straight to it, shall we?"

As the door closed, Namjoon motioned towards a plush chair opposite his desk, but Y/N chose to remain standing. She crossed her arms, her posture rigid.

Namjoon sighed, « I’m sure you’re wonde-»

"Before you even start, » Y/N cut in sharply, her gaze unwavering, « you should know that I have zero intel. »

"Come on now, Y/N, » Namjoon replied, his voice smooth, attempting to diffuse the tension with a light chuckle, « don’t sell yourself short like that. »  He leaned back slightly against the edge of his desk, his demeanor casual yet calculating, as he watched her closely.

"I don’t know if you’ve heard, but I’ve been away for the past four years, » Y/N's voice was sharp, her frustration palpable as she confronted Namjoon across the sleek surface of his desk. « Oh, but wait—you must’ve known, considering you sent your minions after me the second I landed back in this god forsaken country," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Namjoon leaned back casually. "Early bird gets the worm," he quipped, clearly unbothered by her accusatory tone.

« Well, I’m afraid you’re bound to starve,” Y/N pressed, her eyes narrowing as she gauged his reaction. “Even if I did know something, we both know I could never tell you."

"I don’t need information from you,” Namjoon retorted smoothly, his gaze steady and assessing. “Your mere presence will suffice, I’m sure."

YN rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Did I not tell you to do your research? My brother is not one to negotiate. This is not what we do," her voice grew colder, more distant. It was common knowledge that when a member of the Park clan was weak or dumb enough to be taken, they were considered good riddance. Left to fend for themselves, prove their worth. It was all part of the code. “No one is coming for me." Her last sentence hung in the air.

"I wouldn’t be so sure," the man with cat eyes, suddenly spoke up. « Look what came knocking at the headquarters this morning. » He pointed to the desk where a stark symbol lay—a raven, motionless, its neck broken.

Y/N’s jaw clenched at the sight. « Animal cruelty, real classy, Namjoon,” she snapped with biting sarcasm, “Between that and last night’s roofie, you’ve become a proper little delinquent, haven’t you? »

« They’re a bad omen, » the cat-eyed man said nonchalantly, « we weren’t gonna take the chance. »

Y/N stared at the lifeless bird intensely. A bad omen. A chill ran down her spine as she wondered whether she was destined to share a similar fate. Would her neck be the next to break under their twisted sense of precaution?

« But that’s hardly the interesting part, » the man interrupted her train of thoughts, handing her a folded piece of parchment, “here’s what it carried.”

She unfolded it with hesitant fingers to reveal a simple sketch.

A Tiger’s head. In jet black ink.

They all knew what that meant.

"A little old-fashioned, I must say," Namjoon observed with a slight chuckle, "an email would’ve worked just as well."

Y/N stared at the symbol, her mind racing. Her brother couldn’t possibly be willing to declare war over her safety.

Could he?

"Don’t worry," Namjoon said, cutting through her thoughts. « I can assure you your kin hasn’t grown sentimental while you were away."

"Then what do you make of this?" she asked, her confusion giving way to a growing sense of urgency.

"Ah, Y/N-ah, » Namjoon sighed, content, « you really have been gone a long time, haven’t you? » his tone was almost pitying now.

"Spit it out, will you?" Y/N demanded, her patience thinning.

Namjoon leaned forward, clasping his hands together as he prepared to reveal the crux of the matter, his expression serious. "What this means," he began, "is that the game has changed. And whether you like it or not, you are now a pivotal player."

Namjoon fixed his gaze on Y/N, his voice low and deliberate. "Rumor has it your family's operations are teetering on the edge," he continued, observing her closely for any telltale reaction. "It seems your brother's firm hand may be squeezing a little too tight, risking a shortage in your flock soon."

Y/N's expression hardened, a subtle tension in her shoulders as she processed his words.

"Then again," Namjoon added, his tone shifting slightly, "We both know collapse simply isn’t in the cards for your clan. Its unique strategic position will safeguard its continuity… provided your brother knows how to leverage it.”

“After all,” he mused, “The intel your family has access to isn’t just valuable—it's the linchpin that could radically alter the political landscape of the entire continent."

He leaned back his eyes never leaving Y/N. "And let’s be clear," he continued, "the lengths to which some might go to access this information are boundless."

Y/N felt a chill as she absorbed the full impact of his words, her mind racing.

“I’m sure I don’t need to utter their names for you to know the parties interested,” Namjoon added.

The Kims.

The Kangs

The Lees.

Even the Chois, possibly.

Any of the other four original clans, really, could be talked into parting ways with some of their troops. For the right price, of course. Tit for tat.

The stakes were clear, and the players were formidable.

Still one piece still didn’t fit.

“I don’t see what all this has to do with me,” YN stated.

Namjoon smirked, “You’re smarter than that.”

“Apparently not,” she replied sternly.

He let out a heavy contemplative breath. “Why do you think you, of all people, were summoned back here in the first place? After four years away? » He paused, giving her a moment to absorb the implications. « Just when your clan finds itself on the precipice of needing to form a—permanent alliance.”

His words struck a cold vein.

No.

She scoffed, shaking her head as if to dismiss the very thought.

"Come on now," Namjoon pressed, his voice smooth yet insistent, "you didn’t honestly think he’d missed you?"

“You’re wrong-” she continued, denial lacing her tone.

« Oh, but I’m not, » he confirmed with a nod, the corners of his lips twitching slightly. “Your birthright, it seems, has become the currency of power brokers." He paused, watching her face slowly decompose. “And word on the street is that your dear brother is bound to start quite the bidding war for a spot in your family tree.”

YN pondered the chilling possibility that Namjoon might be right; her brother was more than capable of pulling such a twisted stunt, if only just to spite her.

Her eyes narrowed; her stance tensed. "So, what is this, then? A proposal? You’re going to force me down the aisle like some 15th-century bride?" The scorn in her voice was unmistakable.

"Do you really think that low of me?" Namjoon retorted, his eyebrows arching in feigned surprise.

"I’ve learned to manage my expectations," she shot back.

"Well, rest assured, there will be no wedding," Namjoon stated firmly, his tone serious as he leaned forward slightly, bridging the gap between them.

« Jesus Christ, stop with the riddles, already, » Y/N snapped, “what the fuck are you trying to achieve, here?”

Namjoon let out a heavy sigh, his gaze intensifying as he fixed his eyes on Y/N. "I suppose," he paused, choosing his words carefully, "we’re offering you- exile, at least until we get some kind of assurance from your clan that this ridiculous quest of theirs is over. »

YN was at a loss for words as she stared at Namjoon in disbelief. The Kims hadn’t built an empire by doing good deeds. Surely, there had to be an angle somewhere.

"So, you’re telling me you didn’t even think to join the auction then, huh?" she pressed with a wary tone. "I must say I’m almost offended. Do you not think me pretty enough for one of your own, Namjoon? »

He rolled his eyes, a gesture that did little to mask the strategic mind behind his relaxed facade. « You know politics is not our game. We couldn’t care less what happens in matters of state, so long as we can conduct our business in peace," he retorted.

"That being said," Namjoon leaned forward, his expression turning grave, "the charter is clear. No blood bonding, no alliances. We won’t let it happen, » he declared, "not again. »

As Namjoon spoke, YN's mind was transported back to the haunting tales of her childhood, relayed by her nanny in the dim glow of firelight—stories steeped in the brutal feuds that had shaped the history of the Korean underworld. The room seemed to fill with the spectral presence of those turbulent times: relentless bloodbaths and deep-rooted rivalries that governed life and death.

One tale, in particular, stood stark in her memory: When the Lees, an ancient and unforgiving clan, had once resorted to hiring a Park bladesman to settle a bitter business score with the Tigers. The one to pay the price had been none other than the young heir to the Kim clan—Namjoon's father.

 The assault, carried out under the cover of darkness, had left the boy permanently marred, a savage act of retribution that inflicted wounds deeper than the visible scars on his face.

To be fair, each clan gave as good as they got. But the end of the war had come with the desire for a peaceful era between the clans.

That’s what the Mutual Prosperity Charter had been for.

Deciding to stay out of each other’s business as much as possible, the 5 original signatories had managed to grow their empires without resorting to backstabbing each other for over 60 years. Of course, there had been... incidents, here and there, but everything was handled in agreement with the charter. An eye for an eye. Never further.

Then again, what’s bred in the bone is bound to come out in the flesh.

She could’ve punched herself for being so blind. They deeply feared an alliance, feared her role in it. These stories were more than mere tales; they served as dire warnings. As YN pondered, the depth of Namjoon's determination became starkly evident. The scars borne by his father were not just physical marks; they were vivid reminders of the perilous consequences that clan fraternization could bring.

Though their concerns were understandable, YN couldn't help but find the intensity of their reaction overblown.

All of that fuss over some stupid old grudges? Pathetic, she thought. Scared little kittens.

“I didn’t know the Kims to be resentful. » Y/N broke the silence, each word dripping with insinuation. «Is daddy still upset? » she continued with a mocking pout, noting the slight tightening of Namjoon’s jaw. “You know, a scar is a mark of honor up north, he really shouldn’t have taken it so personally.”

She paused, her gaze scanning Namjoon’s squeezed fist deliberately. “Where is your father, by the way?” she prodded further, her words calculated to provoke. “I don’t see a signet ring on your hand, so I assume the old man hasn’t kicked the bucket just yet.”

Crossing the small distance between them with a few purposeful steps, Y/N reached out and adjusted Namjoon’s tie. « So where is he, then? »

The man’s eyes hardened, the muscles in his neck tensing visibly as he grasped her wrist, stopping her movements. His frustration was palpable, almost radiating from him in waves as he stared down at her, his voice a low growl. “Watch your tone. »

“What?” her voice dropped to a whisper, venomous and taunting, “Did daddy finally come to terms with the fact that little golden boy Namjoonie is simply too soft for the big job?”

Namjoon maintained a veneer of control, but it was clear that her jabs had struck a nerve. His glance shifted subtly to his subordinate, conveying a silent command that was understood instantly.

Without hesitation, the cat-eyed man moved with a swift, practiced motion, striking Y/N's face with such force that she stumbled and fell to her knees.

“Motherf—" Y/N winced in pain, her hand flying to her throbbing cheek as she struggled to regain her composure. Looking up at Namjoon through narrowed eyes, she shot back, "Whatever happened to 'no touching the face', huh?"

Namjoon's response was chillingly indifferent. "Scars have a way of fading over time," he remarked coldly. His eyes didn't waver from her pained gaze, his stance firm and unyielding. "You, of all people, would know. »

Y/N clenched her jaw tightly, the metallic taste of blood seeping onto her tongue—a stark reminder of the precariousness of her position.

Namjoon crouched down to her level, his face impassive but his eyes sharp and calculating. He extended a handkerchief toward her. Gently, almost incongruously tender, he dabbed at the blood trickling from her lip. « Now that things are- clearer, » he began, his voice low and controlled, "remember you are our guest here, just stay out of trouble and there will be no reason for things to get ugly." The underlying threat in his tone was clear, cloaked in the veneer of civility.

As he rose to his full height, he signaled to his subordinate, who had been standing by silently, watching the interaction with an impassive expression.

"All we need to do is wait ‘till this all gets figured out," Namjoon added, his voice carrying a hint of finality as he moved towards the door.

He was about to step out when Y/N's voice, stronger now, called after him.

"And how long do you expect that to be?" she asked.

Namjoon paused in the doorway, turning his head slightly. "Weeks, months, hell, maybe years," he said with a shrug, his tone nonchalant as if it mattered little in the grand scheme of things. "Lucky for you, time is now the least of your concerns." With those words, he stepped out, leaving the door to swing shut behind him, the soft click of the latch a stark finality in the quiet room.

Left alone, Y/N steadied herself, drawing a deep breath as she processed the encounter. She knew the real game had only just begun.

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Alright, that chapter was a little heavy on information, and I tried to not make everything too obvious or clear-cut, but I don't know if it's maybe too confusing, or not enough. If you can't even understand the jist of it all, do tell me lol. Because it makes sense to me, but I have the bigger map in mind so I'm not exactly objective lol

Anyway, hope you liked it. If some of you are intrigued or interested in finding out more, don't hesitate to interact and I'll start posting some more chapters! Also questions and remarks and feedback are welcome xxx

Chapter 5

Masterlist

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@princess-sunshyn

[oldiesstationlover11607]

hiiiii, i hope youve been well!!

ive been on the lore grind lately and I think I've read every single lore-based tyler fic out there LOL

would you be willing to write tyler x bandito!reader in which she is a part of the group that helps tyler escape from dema? i lovee a strong independent reader and then Boy who follows her around like a lost puppy , i think its such a cute dynamic.

also!!! cover & radio interview requester here 🙋‍♀️

i love the idea of the emoji labels!! if its not already taken, "🕸" is the emoji i'll use! :D

Escape - Clancy!Tyler Joseph x Reader

Relationship: Clancy!Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1977

A/N: Hi! I've been doing super well recently! Hope you are doing well too! I can definitely use '🕸' as ur emoji! I also hope that this is what you were envisioning! Enjoy!!

As I smiled, Tyler—now Clancy—seemed to straighten up just a little, the weight of the name settling on his shoulders. Something in him had shifted, like the simple act of choosing a name had given him a fragment of the strength he’d need in the days ahead.

We rested in silence for a moment, the canyon winds whispering around us. The sun was starting to dip behind the jagged rocks, casting long shadows that stretched across the land. Time was running short. If we didn’t move soon, we’d lose the cover of dusk, and it’d be too dangerous to lead him through Trench in the dark.

“Clancy,” I said, testing the name out for myself. He looked up at me, his eyes more steady now, the fear that had gripped him earlier slowly ebbing away. “Are you ready?”

“I think so,” he said, the uncertainty still present, but there was something else there too—determination.

“You’ll be okay,” I reassured him, standing and extending my hand. “Stick close to me. Trench is unpredictable, but if you stay with me, you’ll make it.”

Clancy nodded, taking my hand and pulling himself up. We moved back toward the entrance of the cave, where the rest of the banditos had gone. The path to camp was still long, but the worst of it was behind us.

As we walked, I thought about the first time I had made this journey—the fear, the confusion, the overwhelming sense of stepping into something bigger than myself. I could see that same struggle playing out on Clancy’s face, the questions he was too scared to ask still lingering on the tip of his tongue. But I knew better than to push him. Everyone had to find their own way, and sometimes, silence spoke louder than words.

The sky grew darker as we neared the camp, the faint glow of torches flickering in the distance. We were close. Clancy’s pace quickened beside me, his nervous energy returning now that we were so close to the unknown.

“There it is,” I said softly, gesturing to the distant light. “Your new home—for now, at least.”

Clancy swallowed hard, his eyes fixed on the campfires ahead. “It’s real,” he whispered, as if he’d half-expected this all to be a dream.

“Very real,” I replied, placing a hand on his shoulder. “And this is just the beginning. You’ll meet the others, hear their stories, see the movement for yourself. And then, when you’re ready, you’ll fight. We all do.”

His eyes widened, and I could see the weight of that truth settling in. “Fight?”

“Not today, not tomorrow. But soon enough.” I met his gaze. “The Bishops have held Dema for too long. The time for waiting is over.”

Clancy didn’t respond right away, but I could see the thoughts turning in his mind. He wasn’t ready yet, but he would be. We all had our moment when the fire was lit inside us, when the weight of oppression became too heavy to bear and rebellion was the only option. His time would come.

As we approached the camp, the familiar faces of my fellow banditos greeted us with nods and whispers. The Torchbearer stood at the center, his tall figure illuminated by the glow of the flames. He caught my eye, giving a slight nod before turning his attention to Clancy.

“This is him?” the Torchbearer asked, his voice steady and commanding.

“This is Clancy,” I replied, stepping aside so he could take in the boy standing beside me.

Clancy shifted nervously, his eyes darting between me and the Torchbearer. The Torchbearer took a step closer, studying him for a moment before speaking. “Welcome to the banditos, Clancy. You’ve made the right choice.”

Clancy nodded, his voice caught in his throat. “Thank you,” he managed to say, though it was barely more than a whisper.

The Torchbearer’s gaze softened. “It won’t be easy. But you’ll have us. And together, we’ll change everything.”

For the first time since we’d left Dema, I saw a spark of something in Clancy’s eyes—hope, yes, but more than that. Resolve.

The Torchbearer turned to me. “You did well, Y/N. Get some rest. Tomorrow, we’ll start his training.”

I nodded, feeling a sense of pride and relief wash over me. Clancy wasn’t just another scared kid from Dema anymore. He was one of us now—a bandito.

As the camp settled in for the night, I found a quiet spot by the fire, the warmth of the flames chasing away the chill in the air. Clancy sat across from me, his eyes reflecting the light as he stared into the fire, lost in thought.

“You did good today,” I said, breaking the silence.

He looked up, a small, tired smile on his face. “Thanks. I still feel… like I’m dreaming.”

I chuckled. “It’ll feel real soon enough.”

And as we sat there, surrounded by the quiet hum of the camp, I knew that this was just the beginning. For Clancy, for me, for all of us. The rebellion was growing, and the days of Dema’s rule were numbered.

We would fight. And we would win.

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[snakegorl212006]

Unbirthday

It seems I had no choices…Do I even have one? Maybe I should act sick. But it’s rude to not show up. But it’s just a party so..i guess it wouldn't hurt. Besides there’s probably tons of people if it’s some rich kid. I sigh and open my eyes to meet my ceiling. I lazly turned my head towards the TV. I really don’t wanna leave my couch. Perhaps I'm in over my head. It’s just an invitation. I’ll be fine. I checked the time. 7:00pm. I rose up from the couch and walked to my closet and tried to find the nicest clothes I had. After a quick shower, I put on my clothes and began preparing for my outing. Midway checking if I had everything, a knock was heard at my door. I made my way and opened the door to see a familiar face “officer spade?” I questioned. He looked a little different. He had a more casual yet formal suit on and had a spade mark underneath his eye “long time no see but please call me deuce” he smiles “ok deuce, what brings you to my apartment” i asked “I offer to drive our special guest over to roseheart’s manor. I never thought I’d be you” he laughed which made me smile “well are you ready” he asked and i nod. He escorted me to his car and drove us to Heartslabyul into the wood area. Why would a manor be all the way out here? My thoughts were overridden by the sight of the place. It was massive. When we entered the driveway, we were greeted by a pathway which splits in between a rose maze which leads us to the manor’s main door. There waiting for us was a tall man with short green hair and glasses,next to him was Cater who was scrolling through his phone. Cater looked up then smiled warmly at us “Deuce! Been a while.Oh Y/N it’s you I’m surprise you came” Cater said as he waved “I can say the same. Who’s the guy next to you” I asked “oh this is trey I was talking about. He's a close friend with Riddle.” Cater introduces. Trey held his hand out and smiled “Good evening. Thank you for joining us” he said. I shook his head. So far there’s nothing to worry about. What was I even worrying about? “Come riddle is waiting for us in his office” Trey said “whoo lets get this party started” Cater shouted as we entered inside. The manor was pretty and smelled of roses and pastries. Despite the beautiful decor and decorated walls, the manor was relatively void of people. Maybe we came earlier than expected. We reached the office and went inside. There waiting for us was two people.the one in the main throne,i assume it's riddle, and another guy just lounging on the couch. Riddle looked up and smiled “You actually came. Welcome to my manor, we have much to discuss. Have a seat” Riddle said so I did. I sat down on a chair right in front of him. “Do you like what I did with the place” Riddle asked “ya it’s very festive here. Is there anyone else coming” I asked “no.But I don’t mind if it’s just you though” Riddle replied “How about we get this unbirthday party started by playing a game” Riddle suggested as he stands up “You are alice, trying to escape the Queen’s cards for they’re after your head sense the Red Queen demands it” Riddle suggested “my head…” I mumbled as I glanced around; surely they think this is ridiculous right? “Sound fun riddle, I’ve been wanting to do this for some time now” Cater replied “I’ll prepare the pastries. We might get hungary mid way.” Trey adds with a smile. “Splendid! Ace and deuce will be the cards and Y/N will be our dear alice this evening” Riddle concluded “wait I didn’t agree to this” I stated as i stand up “same But it was your fault for living after the party. You broke the rules and were left unpunished. This won't do. So play along with us” Riddle beamed “All you have to do is to live and make it back to your house. Safe and sound. Easy enough.and you get a 5 minute head start” Riddle adds as he pulls out his pocket watch. “May the unbirthday party begin”

[randomshyperson]

Illicit Affairs - Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Westview was everything Wanda ever wanted, but then came you. Will she be able to resist temptation and curiosity for the safety of her marriage, or what Vision doesn't know can't hurt him?

Warnings: (+18), mentions of smut, strap-on use, fingering, bottom!Wanda, cheating (fuck off vision), Westview mind control and stuff, canon divergence, secret relationship, a bif of angst and betrayal but happy ending| Words: 3.982k

A/N-> This may also be known as my contribution to that Lizzie scene in Love&Death.

dicionary-> kurva dieťa - fuck baby

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--//--

Westview should be perfect.

A home, a husband, and adorable children to care for.

So why was Wanda so damn bored?

"See you later, Mom!" Was the boys' unison goodbye before they walked out the door, dressed in their school uniforms. 

Wanda isn't sure when or how school for the boys started, but it was part of the routine now. As long as Vision was at work, she had the whole house to herself.

And it was fucking tedious.

She would clean, read a little, and if she was lucky Agnes would visit with some gossip for an hour or two until it was time to pick up the kids. 

Everything is in its proper place.

Until one sunny afternoon, Wanda hears a motorcycle.

She is not the only one who is curious about the sounds - Agnes and the neighbor across the street, Mrs. Bennet, are also on the sidewalk, trying to get a better look at who is arriving at the house next to Wanda's.

It is noisy, and out of the norm. The vehicle, the sound of the radio. The person, with dark jeans like glasses, and messy hair.

Something in Wanda's chest flutters as she meets your gaze, and she swallows dryly at the complete coldness in your eyes in turning away and getting off the bike, ignoring not only her but all the other curious neighbors as you make your way to the house next door, now with the 'sold' sign covering the previous 'for sale'.

She is back in her own living room in record time, her heart racing in a disconcerting way.

Well, that seems to be the end of the boredom at least.

For the next few days, Wanda is determined to find out everything she can about her mysterious new neighbor. Luckily for her, Agnes seems equally interested and shows up at her house shortly after the kids have left.

"[...] No children, or partners. The moving truck arrived earlier today, and I saw some painting supplies, which suggests we have an artist among us." Narrated the neighbor cheerfully, and Wanda tried to disguise how very interested she was. "Ralph also recognized an NYU sweatshirt, so she must have a degree. And she looks pretty young to me, doesn't she?"

Wanda nods, half thoughtfully. Your house was next door to hers, and at this point, she could hear some sounds of objects being dragged around that suggested you were tidying up the place. Agnes took advantage of the distracted silence to suggest:

"Maybe we should say hello?"

Wanda immediately raised her eyes. "You think?"

The older woman chuckled. "Of course. But let's bring something as a welcome gift to her. May I ask, are you good at baking, honey?"

You were wearing a half-open jumpsuit and pinned up your hair to answer the door, and Wanda was seeing too much skin to be able to say anything. 

Thank god Agatha was present.

"Welcome to the neighborhood, darling, we've brought you a welcome gift." She greeted cheerfully, and you blinked in surprise at her sudden arrival. "I'm Agnes, Wanda's next-door neighbor on the right. And you?"

You quickly said your name, accepting the other's greeting. "Let me put that away." You said as your gaze fell on Wanda and the cake she brought. She didn't notice that you took the warm package without any difficulty, busy returning Agnes's look of complicity as she took your cue of leaving to enter the house as well.

"Nice changes you're making all around, dear." Agnes commented on the new paint being put over the old, and you let out a short chuckle from the living room.

"Oh, thank you. I like this color better." You muttered as you placed the cake on the countertop.

"Forgive us for not coming sooner, we were waiting for you to stabilize yourself first." Said the older woman, and gave Wanda a gentle nudge for her silence. The witch cleared her throat softly, trying to start a decent conversation.

She - More Agnes honestly - ended up confirming that you had moved in alone and that you had just graduated from college. No family, and in your words, you allowed a dice to pick your new town. Agnes found the story a bit absurd, but Wanda felt her stomach fill with butterflies.

Something about your care·free attitude and casualness made her shiver. 

"Anyway, I'm here now." You finish with a small smile and your hands in your pockets. "Painting my new home in American suburban New Jersey."

There was regret or sarcasm hidden in your tone of voice that made Wanda's curiosity explode. She wanted to know you, inside out, every thought, dream, or wish.

But when she thought of peeking in, Agnes gave her a gentle nudge.

"Well, let's not take up any more of your time, dear." Said the lady, discreetly pushing the redhead toward the door. "Come by some time at the local club, you need to meet Ralph and Vision."

You blink, raising an eyebrow. "Vision?"

"My husband." Wanda replies half hoarsely, having completely forgotten Vis's existence for all that conversation. She clears her throat. "You two should-must meet. Him and my boys, Tommy and Billy."

You smile, and because Wanda is already outside, you put an arm around the doorpost and she feels her face heat up. "I'd love to, Miss Maximoff."

Agnes clears her throat. "And of course don't forget my husband, Ralph."

You don't take your eyes off Wanda. "Sure, Agatha."

Wanda frowns, but the woman next to her lets out a loud exclamation with a graceless laugh. "It's Agnes, dear!"

You blink away from the redhead, equally ungainly. "Oh, yes, of course, Agnes. My mistake."

"Come on, Wanda, let's just let her get back to work."

You offer the redhead a wink, and it's enough for Wanda to remember nothing strange about that encounter.

—//—-

Not that Wanda was counting, but it took six days for her to talk to you again.

She saw you before though - twice in the supermarket, and because Billy and Tommy were making a mess, Wanda didn't have the heart to disturb your choice of apples by approaching you, you didn't see her. And on Monday she watched you leave the house early with a little animal house under your arm, and she almost dropped her lunch to run and ask you about it, wondering if you had pets or not, but on second thought, she figured it would have been kind of creepy.

It was only on the weekend that you went to the club, and everyone was around, and Wanda thought she was going to suffocate.

Vision was rubbing sunscreen on the boys, and Wanda said she forgot a magazine in the car, but she just searching for you.

"Hey, stranger." She tried to greet you in the most casual way she could, getting the impression that you were a little startled by the soft jump you gave. But when you turned around, you smiled so sincerely that Wanda almost melted.

"Hello, Miss Maximoff, good to see you." You said gently.

Wanda giggled shyly. "When you call me that I feel very old."

You smiled with the worst intentions, licking your lips and making Wanda shudder with the intensity of your gaze.

"Old is not an adjective I would use to describe you, Wanda."

She sighed softly, her cheeks warm. "And how would you describe me?" She risks.

But you chuckle short and affected, lowering your gaze and shaking your head softly. "Married." You reply, and Wanda feels as if a bucket of cold water has fallen on her. "See you around, Miss Maximoff." You say as soon as the bike is locked, holding her arm in farewell before heading to the pool area. 

Wanda feels her skin tingle all the way back.

–//–

Okay, she clearly had a problem.

Her perfect life was being threatened by an inconvenience, and that should be completely impossible because everything should be perfect in Westview.

And the more Wanda tried to fix it, the more wrapped up in her throbbing attraction to her neighbor, drowning in plot after plot that only made her wonder how much she wanted to satisfy her curiosity and drove her more frustrated and irritated as time went by.

You seemed to be everywhere - Somehow, the school had an art program and now Wanda saw you every morning when she went to pick up or drop off Billy and Tommy, and of course, the boys loved their cool new teacher, and wouldn't shut up about it. But your presence seems to have influenced - in Vision's words - the young troublemakers in the neighborhood, who should be learning from your bad influence to do graffiti everywhere. Vision grumbled about this when not talking about work.

And Wanda, well, she had enough.

You found the knocking so late at night strange, but you were awake - or Wanda assumed you were, by the sweater and the speed in answering the door. Or maybe you were already waiting for her. No, that would be ridiculous.

"Can I help you...?" You started, but Wanda bumped into your shoulder as she rushed in, and you let out a wry laugh. "Sure, come on in."

She ignored your joke, making her way to the living room, and ran a hand through her hair nervously, waiting for you to reach her.

"What do you want Wanda?" You asked with your arms crossed.

Wanda took a deep breath. "You have to leave."

You frowned. "Excuse me?"

She stepped forward. "I have everything I ever wanted here. You can't just show up and threaten all of that."

You raised an eyebrow. "I don't-"

"I'm not done talking." She interrupts and you bite your tongue, a smile threatening to break on your lips as Wanda continues to approach. "I have a husband and children. It's perfect. Everything is...perfect."

"Then why are you here?" You challenge, and Wanda swallows hard.

"I don't know." She responds, but you chuckle, and it's your turn to start approaching to which she responds by taking a step back with each one you take near her. Once her back hits the wall of new, dry colors, Wanda chokes softly.

"I think I know." You begin toward her, one hand landing at the side of her head, and the other reaching up to move a strand of hair behind her ear. Wanda, though trembling over the touch, lifts her chin proudly, challenging your response. Your smile is cocky when you speak. "You are desperate to feel something real."

Wanda opens her mouth, once and twice, indignant. But she has no words to disagree. She takes a deep breath, and all your perfume fills her senses, and she resists the urge to close her eyes. She makes mention of speaking, but you do so first.

"Shh, let me show you how it is supposed to feel." You whisper before breaking the distance, and not too surprisingly, it is the best thing Wanda has ever felt. 

Your lips are soft and experienced on hers, almost as if molded to kiss her. You slide your tongue into hers as soon as permission is granted, and the sensation makes Wanda's legs buckle. She doesn't have to worry because your arms tighten around her and her back is pressed against the wall. The kiss grows hungry and you gasp against each other's mouths, hearts racing in synchrony.

"Fuck, I need to touch you." You pant between kisses, and it's the only line of warning Wanda has before she feels your hands invade her blouse, scratching at her belly and making her squirm. But suddenly you hesitate, and are almost unsure when you ask, "Can I? You... are you sure?"

Wanda almost laughs. She feels that she is burning from the inside out and that if you don't fuck her now she might have a little breakdown and you still have doubts that she wants to. There will be another time for her to investigate this, she will learn about you. At that moment she just brings one hand to your neck and spins you around on the wall so that your back hits the concrete.

And now when she kisses you it is firm and possessive and makes you whimper. Your hands wander and bring her pleasure, but it is clear who is in charge.

–//–

It starts out casual, but certainly, this is not how Wanda feels now.

Whenever the opportunity is there, she takes it. And honestly, part of her feels that the opportunities are blooming like flowers in spring. It's probably because Westview is supposed to be perfect, good, and amazing, and the only time she feels that way is in your company.

You haven't given a name to what you are doing, and Wanda doesn't want to think about the ring on her finger, not when you make her feel so good.

So you keep meeting her; with more and more ridiculous excuses than the previous ones, helping with a broken pipe, bringing supplies of paint even though Wanda doesn't paint anything, bringing schoolwork that the kids could pick up the other day, helping to mow the lawn, staying the afternoon for cake, tea, helping her with the grocery bags. And these were just the days that happened in her house.

After a while, you got the impression that Wanda didn't even worry about excuses anymore. Maybe it was your fault - for the way you have grown jealous of Vision and she knows it. She knows not because she tries to scan every inch of your mind in her frustrated attempts, but because every time you witness Vision showing any kind of affection, she is at the forefront of a rough and intense fucking session.

Like when Vision left for work last week while you were collecting the newspaper in your backyard and he thought it was a sweet idea to come back and kiss her before he left, and you barely waited for the kids to leave for school to come in the back door and fuck Wanda in the kitchen counter. 

Without her magic, she wouldn't be able to hide the marks of your lips on her body.

And despite the risk, Wanda loves it. 

But then it starts to scare her because she just might love a different thing.

Westview is a ticking time bomb. Wanda doesn't know it, but you do. Things happen to the breaking point, and it's in everything-from starting to ask questions that would require a little more thought that will make people stutter at the fantasy flaws, to immensely more pleasurable things, like affecting Wanda enough.

"Ah- kurva dieťa!" She cursed breathlessly, shuddering beneath you, her nails digging hard into your back. But your movements didn't fail, the fake cock thrusting inside her wet pussy with a delicious precision that made Wanda see stars. "D-don't stop-don-ah!"

You ripped orgasm after orgasm, until she was exhausted, begging for a break, the wet sheets of her juices beneath you.

"Just one more, my love. Just one more." You coerced so meekly that Wanda almost came with your voice alone, and this time your hands entwined with hers at the side of her head. And it was too intimate.

Your thrusts were deep, and with each movement of your hips, Wanda gasped, struggling for air as the knot in her belly prepared to break.

Her room around you however began to fail. The illusion sustained by her magic vibrating as if the transmission was failing. The sound drew you in, but as soon as your movement faltered and you made mention of looking away, she brought a firm hand to your chin and pulled you down as she entwined a leg around your waist.

She looked absurdly stunning beneath you, and there was no interest in looking away from her.

Wanda came so hard that the whole room vibrated, and you followed her, getting a satisfied moan when she felt the hot cum inside her.

You held her for the entire moment as you both calmed down from your orgasms, and this time, when you went to get up as you always did, she held you back.

"But..."

"No." She interrupted sleepily, pulling you back onto the bed so that she could hold you and lay on top of you. "No one will come. Stay here with me."

You didn't question, sliding your hands to wrap around her.

–//–

You're not surprised that Agatha rats you out. Time bomb after all. 

Still, seeing the look of hurt in Wanda's eyes breaks your heart into a thousand pieces.

"You too?" She asks with tears in her eyes, powerless in that dark basement you have just entered. 

"It's not what you're thinking." You try, but Agatha rolls her eyes impatiently.

"No time for Shakesperean drama, be honest, Y/N. Wanda is in need of facing the truth, for once in her life." Ironizes the witch, and you swallow dryly, taking a step forward but remembering not to cross the determined space of the runes.

"Witches everywhere have felt your magic, Wanda. But only a few have made it into Hex." You say. "Each came here with their own reasons."

"And why are you here?" Wanda asks wearily, and you sigh.

"It's hard to explain..."

"Nonsense." Agatha cuts in again, gesturing. "We all want power, in one way or another. No more games, or drama. Everyone wants to know how you did it, Wanda, and it's time for you to show us."

The redhead gives you one last hurt look before raising her chin to the older witch.

And you know she won't give anything up without a fight.

She wins, and Agatha is trapped in the only remaining illusion of what was once Westview.

You watch from a distance as Wanda goes to say goodbye to her family, and you don't intrude on that moment. You wouldn't want her to hate you even more.

Your motorcycle really is yours, so it is what you drive to get out of town.

Your grandparents' cabin has been your home since you completed your training at the Kamar Taj - and since you gave it all up for a quiet life in the mountains. 

You only have a few days since Westview in your familiar solitude, however.

"You are unbelievable." That's the first thing Wanda says as she appears in your yard, impatient and angry. "After everything that happened between us, you just walked away?"

You blink in surprise at the scene for a moment, but recover when she starts walking toward you.

"I thought you didn't want to talk to me."

"Oh, but you will talk." She retorts with a poisoned sarcasm as she grabs your wrist to pull you inside the cabin. "You'll explain everything."

"Yes, ma'am." You murmured affectedly, Wanda pushing you in the first armchair and crossing her arms and tapping a foot, waiting.

You cleared your throat and told her everything - From the Hex power emission that alerted the Kamar Taj and made Wong recruit you to investigate, to the fact that you in theory were in Westview to undo the spell but you ended up getting distracted.

Wanda ignored the redness of your cheeks. "But Agatha said you wanted power."

You rolled your eyes. "That nosy old hag." You grumbled. "She was distorting things, but the way it all went down, I figured you wouldn't believe me. She had you in a basement and your kids locked up, and I was there, you see? Even if I tried to explain the whole story, you wouldn't believe me."

"And why didn't you help me? Why did you let her take the boys?" Inquired the impatient witch, and you swallowed dryly, bowing your head guiltily.

"I'm sorry, I... I have to admit that I wanted to see where that would go." You say, taking a deep breath. "Wanda it was all an illusion in that town. It was the best kind of magic I've ever witnessed, and when I arrived, Agatha approached me first. She told me that she was also there to investigate and that we didn't need to get in each other's way, we could even help each other."

Wanda narrowed her eyes. "In what way?"

You swallow dryly again. "I was there to undo the spell, and Agatha, well, she's a special kind of witch. She didn't lie, you know? When she said she takes power from those who don't deserve it. I heard that she made some kind of magical bargain, and now she is a collector. She would take your power and the spell would undo itself, so we'd both go home with what we wanted." You recount and settle uncomfortably on the couch, "B-but that was before you and I..."

Wanda looks away, running a hand through her hair. "We didn't mean anything, Y/N." 

A hint of pain hits your chest, but you give a sad laugh, "You're full of shit."

But your accusation makes Wanda look at you with tear-filled eyes. "You were going behind my back, waiting for the right moment to stab me. Everything we had was a lie, a game for you to gain my trust and make me vulnerable. You're the one who's full of shit."

You sigh, getting up. "A witch kidnapped a town and held the entire population hostage. I was offered a deal, I took it." You begin seriously. "I had no idea who you were, what was going on. It was never personal. I went there to accomplish my mission, and I never thought I would fall in love with you." Wanda's eyes widen, but you are not intimidated by her shock, and you continue talking, taking another step forward. "I didn't know how Westview worked exactly, but everything was all too real there. You had a family, a husband. And you were my target. And I was completely surrendered to you. You have to understand, Wanda, that I had to consider all the possibilities. That maybe you were enchanting me too, that everything that happened was just part of your desires reflected in the magic. Agatha knew how to use my uncertainties against me when I confronted her, wishing to end our partner because I didn't want you to get hurt."

Wanda's gaze softens, and when your hand reaches for her cheek, she doesn't pull away. 

You smile, "But I didn't have to worry. You totally kicked her ass."

Wanda moves her hand up to your wrist. "You could have told me." She whispers. "Or at least allowed me to take a look."

You smile in a corner, bringing your other hand to her cheek and enjoying the way Wanda leans into your touch.

"Haven't you ever heard the saying that we should only share our thoughts with our spouses?" You tease, rubbing your nose against hers and Wanda chuckles softly, sighing when your lips touch hers.

The kiss is tender, full of longing. And before she can deepen it, you break off, taking a deep breath with your forehead pressed against hers.

"You've got the book." You gasp softly, feeling the magical aura now. Wanda frowns softly, pulling her face away just to look at you. 

"Do you know it?" 

Her question makes you hesitate. But you force a smile and nod. Wanda catches every reaction, and proceeds to add:

"It is my only way to understand what I am." 

You swallow dryly, your hands caressing her cheeks.

"Just promise me that no matter what the book shows you, you will remember that I am here. You're not alone."

Wanda doesn't understand at first, a mixed expression of confusion and curiosity fills her face. But she nods, and breaks the distance, whispering I promise between kisses.

You both stumble into the bedroom, and the darkhold is left somewhere in the dining hall.

[honestlyspookytyphoon]

Cake, Coffee And ... Charles

Synopsis: Unexpectedly, you meet a group of celebrity friends in a small café in France. What happens when you ask them to watch your stuff while you make a phone call?

Word count: +/- 2.5k words of me daydreaming about one of my (many) crushes 🥺 

Warnings: none, I think? I originally intended it to be angst, but I decided to go all-in and add a fluff ending instead. Not really proof-read so probably some language mistakes, my apologies! 

A/N: Translation (French/English or vice versa) is provided if necessary.  I am now going for Charles as the male protagonist (just to put a name), but you can imagine anyone you like! Feedback is highly appreciated! 🤗

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When you and two colleagues first got the idea to go to a 3-day scientific conference in Nîmes, a historical city in the South-East of France, it had seemed wonderful. 

Nice weather and great food. A beautiful scenery and French gentlemen.  La douce France at its finest.

Yesterday, the three of you arrived at the hotel well on time. Your room was tidy, the bed was comfortable and it was only a 10 min walk from where you stayed to the city centre. After you washed off the tiredness of a 5-hours TGV-trip, you went out. Strolling through the many narrow and colourful streets and seeing the Arena and other ancient Roman buildings, you fell in love with the city immediately. The next two days are going to be amazing, you thought to yourself. 

Today, however, had been nothing but a nightmare.

On you way to the venue, the weather had decided to become an absolute brat. The pouring rain got you drenched, the humidity made you sweat like a horse.  You felt dirty.

The presentations had been way too high-level and sucked all the energy from your brain. You really tried to understand the maths that were involved.  But you failed miserably.

The deliciously looking chocolate cupcakes had been devoured before you even got to the snack tray.  You were hungry.

The final straw was the fact that both your colleagues announced that they would leave earlier then expected, meaning that they could not attend your presentation tomorrow. 

Long story short, your mood was going down. Fast.

It was now 5.30 pm. The day had ended and everybody was expected to meet outside the conference venue at 7.30 pm to go for dinner. Instead of joining the others in pre-drinking, you decided to go back to your hotel room to shower and change and rest for a bit.

On your way to the hotel, you passed by a small, cosy café, which, you realised, did not catch your eye before. The front of the little house was painted pastel blue and the tables under the porch were covered with cute checkered table cloths. The porch itself was decorated with fairy lights and the most beautiful  flowers you had ever seen. Seeing the café lifted your mood instantly. I have to visit this gem tomorrow, you said to yourself.

The final day of the conference went by in a haze. Your presentation was scheduled just before lunch and you had been nervous the entire morning. However, once you stood there, microphone in hand, things went very well. You managed to respect the 20 minutes timeframe without missing the essentials and you had several interesting discussions afterwards. 

There were no presentations scheduled in the afternoon and many participants were packing or had already left. You had opted to leave tomorrow, such that you could still buy some souvenirs for your parents - a tradition you started years ago. You had managed to score some beautiful decorations for your mum and a cute can of traditional sweets for your dad. Being pleased with the gifts, you decided to visit that café you saw earlier and treat yourself to a delicious local pastry.

It was 4.30 pm and, apart from a small group of friends, the café was empty. You greeted the bartender and took a seat next to the window. While admiring the interior of the café, your eyes landed on said group of friends. One of the guys was looking your way. Your eyes met and you flashed him a smile. He smirked and whispered something to his friends.

“Bonjour, Mademoiselle. Veuillez-vous quelque chose à boire ou manger?”, the bartender asked.  Hello miss, would you like a drink or something to eat?

French was not your first language, and although you were quite good at it in school, it was a long time since you last spoke it. Nonetheless, you always tried to speak the local language when you were abroad, so you collected yourself and tried to answer. Keep it simple.

“Oui, j’aimerais un thé vert et quelque chose petite à manger. Avez-vous des patisseries locaux, peut-être?” Yes, I would like a green tea and something small to eat. Do you happen to have any local specialties on the menu?

“Bien sur!  Aujourd’hui, nous offrons La reine de Seba. C’est un petit cake chocolat avec poudre des amandes. C’est comme un brownie.” Of course! Today, we offer La reine de Seba. It is a small chocolate-almond cake. It is very similar to a brownie.

“C’est parfait. Merci beaucoup” That sounds perfect, thank you very much.

While waiting for your order to arrive, you decided to quickly check your phone. To your surprise, you had four missed calls from your supervisor. You must have been in town when she called. Sensing an urgency, you decided to ring her back. You noticed the low signal symbol, so you knew you had to go outside to call her.

Instead of packing all your things and leaving the bartender confused, you decided to leave your belonging in the café and ask someone to watch them while you were out. Since the bartender was out of sight, you had to ask one of the friends. A bit hesitant, you got up and approached their table.

“Euh, mes excuses de vous déranger, mais je dois téléphoner et je n’ai aucun signal ici. Est-ce que vous voulez gardez un oeil sur mes choses pour quelques minutes, s’il-vous-plaît?” Sorry to bother you, but I have to make a call and I do not have any signal here. Do you mind watching my things for a minute?

“Ah, bien oui. Pas de problème, ma belle”, the guy you greeted earlier responded. Of course. No problem, dear.

Thanking them, you made your way outside. The guy, whom you would later meet as Pierre, turned to his friends.

“Je n’ai pas menti, tu vois. Elle est polie et très mignonne. Et avez-vous vu qu’elle porte un badge de l’ université? Elle est intelligente aussi! Une 10/10, à mon avis.”  

I did not lie, did I? She is kind and very cute. Also, did you see that she has a badge from the university? This means she is smart as well! A 10/10 if you ask me.

The others threw in arguments and started to discuss how amazing their significant others were. Charles stayed silent. 

He did not have a girlfriend. Being a professional racing driver meant that he was always in the public eye, always busy training or travelling around the world. Although he hates to admit it, it was not an ordinary job. He was not an ordinary guy. He was a well-known face in France, which lead to girls throwing themselves at his feet but also made it hard to find someone who looked past the racing driver name-and-fame. And if he did, the girl was screwed over by the media or fans or the distance got the best of their relationship, leading to Charles breaking things off. He did not really mind being single, since he was always surrounded by friends, family or his team, but he would lie if he said that he did not miss someone to love love.

He was still looking into the direction of the exit/entrance, hoping you would be back soon. “Ca serrais dommage si nous ne la verrons jamais, n’est ce pas Charles?”, Pierre teased. It would be a shame if we never saw her again, would it not, Charles?

Charles started blushing. “Euh”, he stuttered, “je ne sais pas. Elle est jolie, oui, mais nous ne la connaissons pas. Et, en plus, elle ne nous connait pas. Elle ne s’intéresse pas au monde de F1”. I do not know. She is pretty, yes, but we do not really know her. She did not even recognize any of us. She is not interested in the world of F1.

“Tu es incroyable. Qu’est-ce-que tu veux? Qu’elle commence à crier au regard de nous? Nous tous savons que relations avec fans ne marchent pas.”, Pierre sighs. You are unbelievable. What do you want? That she starts crying when she sees us? We all know that relationships with fans do not work.

Charles had to agree. All of them had one or more relationships with fans before and they all ended badly. Maybe it was not a bad idea to look for someone who was a complete outsider. Pierre knew his best friend. He knew that Charles was having a debate with himself, on whether to talk to this girl or not and risking to fall in love. Pierre had been in situations like this before. He had never been short on female attention, but it was only at the start of his current relationship that he has felt some nervousness talking to a girl. Charles had encouraged him to talk to his now fiancée and this was the perfect opportunity to pay him back.

“Elle va rentrer. Confies-moi, mon frère.”, Pierre winked. She is coming back. Trust me, my brother.

Charles groaned. Pierre was up to something and he did not know to be happy or scared. Or both.

You re-entered the café in a fuzzy state. Your supervisor has called to ask how your presentation went. Instead of being happy that all went well and some interactions were sparked, she decided to start questioning your delivery and answers to the questions. You did want not your high to become a low, so you suggested to discuss all when you were back. Damn, you hoped the cake did not take long to be served. You needed chocolate.

Heading back to your table, you saw the bartender signaling that your order was ready. Thanking him, you took your plate and went back to your table. However, you did not miss the guy from earlier looking at you again, and you realised you have not thanked them yet. 

“Merci encore pour garder un oeil, c’était très sympa de vous.” Thank you again for watching my things. It was very kind of you.

“De rien. Je m’appelle Pierre”.  He offers you his hand. “Quel est ton nom, ma belle?” You are welcome. My name is Pierre . What is your name, dear?

“Je m’appelle Y/N. Enchantée, Pierre.” I am Y/N. Nice to meet you Pierre.

“Es-tu ici toute seule? Parce que tu peux s’assoir ici si tu veux.” Are you all alone? Because you can come sit here with us if you want. 

“C’est très gentil de vous, mais je ne veux pas déranger. Je vous connais, je sais qui vous êtes. Je veux respecter vos reposes et privacy. En plus, je ne suis pas française, donc je ne vais comprendre rien de vos questions ou réponds”, you answered shyly. That is very kind of you, but I do not want to impose. I know who you are. I want to respect your time-off and privacy. Also, I am not French so I would not understand a thing of what you are saying or asking.

You knew who they were. Ever since the 2021 championship, F1 has revived in your country and it was hard to escape. To be honest, you were not that into F1 - you were more into MXGP and MotoGP - but you knew the in and outs of the sport. 

“You are not disturbing if we ask you, right? And do not worry about not understanding”, Pierre stated, “we will switch to English for a pretty girl like you.”

The blush that rose to your cheeks was the only confirmation Pierre needed. Shooting a quick wink to Charles, he got up to take your plate and placed it at the empty spot next to him and across Charles. 

I hate you, Charles thought.

Charles’ brain stopped working the moment you were in front of him. Your hair was put together in a messy bun, with some loose strands falling out. Your jeans and red top hugged your silhouette in all the right places. You held and started conversations so effortlessly. How you got along with Pierre and laughed at his stupid jokes. Damn, he was a lost cause already. 

“Right, Charles?”, Pierre asked. 

Charles’ face went blank. He was zoned out and did not know what to say. Pierre saw the confused expression on his friend’s face and smirked. I knew he would fall for her. Why am I so good at this? He should thank me, buy me a house in Guadeloupe or something.

“You have visited Slovenia already, have you not?” 

Charles was quick to recover. “Yes, I have indeed. Do you want to go?”, he asked, looking in between you and Pierre, not knowing who to answer.

“Hahah, not right now though, that would be a bit weird”, you laughed, “but I do want to go one day. What did you think of Slovenia? Is it worth the visit?”

Your attention was full on Charles now and he was not letting this opportunity pass. 

A couple of teas, cakes and many laughs later, it was 7pm. “Oh, look at the time”, you said surprised, “I really should be going. I still have to pack and check my travel plans for tomorrow.” You started to collect your jacket and purse. “I had a great time talking to you”, you said while looking fondly at Charles, something Pierre did not miss. “Thank you for inviting me”.

“The pleasure was all mine”, Charles said, beaming after what seemed like a 2-hours tête-à-tête with you. “Ours”, Pierre corrected, “the pleasure was all ours”.

“You guys are too kind. Bye Pierre, bye Charles, bye Jean and Théo”. 

You got up and made your way to the door. It took a glare and a kick to the shin from Pierre for Charles to realise that you were really leaving and that he needed to take action if he wanted to see you again. So, before you could open the door and walk out of his life forever, he put a hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey Y/N”

“Hey Charles”, you smiled. 

“Listen, I really enjoyed talking to you. It feels like you know me, even though we just met, and it feels great to be able to talk about other things than racing. So, I was wondering if I could maybe get your number?” 

The shock on your face was visible. I blew it, Charles thought, she thinks I am a creep.

“ I mean, only if you want of course and I will not stalk you, I promise.”

You knew he would not. He was gorgeous and genuine and you would be a fool if you let this guy go. Taking a business card from your purse, you scrapped your work number and wrote your personal number on it instead.

“Here. You can call or text me anytime you want. I will try to answer as soon as I can. Most people only get my work number, you know, so do not lose it.”, you said, shooting Charles a wink and million-dollar smile before walking out of the café.

“I will not, I promise. I will not lose you, Y/N. Never”, Charles said to himself, looking at your number as if he just won the lottery.

[sethrine-writes]

Woodsmoke and Toasted Marshmallows

Fandom:  Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing:  Sukuna x Reader/Itadori Yuuji x Reader

Words:  2.1k

Warnings:  Best friends/pre-relationship, Mild suggestiveness, Flirting (kind of)

A/N:  So, this was supposed to be a short little thing written based off a prompt a friend gave me, cuz I ask for one and I was bored...2k words and 2 weeks later, here we are.

I have no chill.

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The days were becoming cooler, enough so that it prompted for warmer clothing options and the want to go out and enjoy the change of scenery. Summer was nice, but you definitely preferred the more refreshing fall season that was more deeply setting in as the days passed.

So, during a day off from schooling and curses, you and your friends decided to meet up and spend the day in the city. You had all agreed on lunch, and then after, there were a few shops that both you and Nobara wanted to check out, of which you were sure to drag the boys along, too.

With a giddiness taking you over, you showered and dressed, throwing on your coat and grabbing your wallet and cell phone before heading out to meet the other three. Oddly enough, when you reached the meet-up spot right outside the school gates, Yuuji was already there, waiting.

“Oh! Wow, you’re earlier than I thought you’d be,” you jabbed playfully as you approached, though you were honestly surprised he was there before anyone else.

Yuuji’s smile was bright when he greeted you, though it wasn’t nearly as big as it usually was. He seemed a little on edge, and for a moment, you worried something was amiss that you weren’t privy to.

“Guess I was just extra excited to get into the city,” he mused, scratching lightly at his cheek.

Hm…he was acting nervous.

“Well, Megumi is pretty punctual, and Nobara was excited, too, so I don’t think they’ll be much longer,”

“Y-yeah, that’s good!”

Silence stretched between the both of you, and it was becoming more and more apparent that there was something up with Yuuji. He was being extra fidgety and doing his best to avoid eye contact. It was incredibly unlike him, seeing as how he wasn’t usually shy with friendly affection.

Worry began to set in, enough so that you stepped closer and reached out to grab hold of his coat sleeve to gain his attention.

"Yuuji, are you-?"

"I'm sorry, I-!"

At the same time you moved, so did he, apology already leaving his lips as you began your inquiry. He had also stepped closer, stride longer and eager to rectify his odd behavior. Because of this, you both nearly collided with each other, his arms coming out instinctually to pull you in and keep from hurting you.

You were not sure what prompted the switch, but you were aware of when it happened, the immediate difference in cursed energy, albeit much more contained than usual, and the hold around your waist becoming all the more iron-clad.

Of course, you knew Yuuji had a curse that resided in him, one of the most powerful beings that had ever graced the earth, and yet somehow the bright ray of sunshine you called your friend had the ability to hold him back. Even so, there were instances that he slipped out, sometimes when Yuuji was at his weakest, and sometimes on mutual standing.

At that moment, you were confused as to what exactly had prompted Sukuna to take reign.

He hadn't said a word, though he had leaned in much closer, practically pressing himself to you from head to toe. It was alarming, somewhat frightening, if you were being honest, but of the very few times Sukuna had made himself known to you, he had been oddly careful…or as careful as a powerful curse could be, you supposed.

It still didn't mean he wouldn't kill you on a whim, so you did your best to stay still as he…as he started to sniff your hair?

The fear was quickly fading in place of confusion, and you were veering dangerously close to perturbed as Sukuna seemed content to do just that, burying his nose into your hair and breathing in deeply.

"Uh…S-Sukuna?"

You were answered with a deep, slow hum, feeling it against your chest just as much as you could hear it in your ears.

"Is there…um, is there something you needed...from me?

Your question was met with silence, not necessarily a bad thing, but also not always a good thing. You tried your hand at pulling back to get a better look at him, but you were met with immediate resistance.

Okay, so he was just…content to be like that, then. Yeah, no problem, you would just stand there and let him be. It was the easiest course of action, and it was much better than having him go on a killing spree when you could have prevented it without issue.

How long did he plan on keeping you there, stuck in his, er, embrace? Surely it would become a bit of an issue when Megumi and Nobara showed up, though you were beginning to hope they didn't show up at all so that they would remain safe until whatever Sukuna was doing came to an end.

If you thought about it too hard, it was actually kinda nice being held like that. He was pretty warm, and the day was starting out rather chilly…

"You smell of woodsmoke and burnt sugar."

The deeper timbre of Sukuna's voice startled you out of your thoughts.

"Wh-what?"

"Woodsmoke and burnt sugar," he reiterated, frown clearly evident in his words at having to repeat himself. Regardless, he continued speaking, and it was hard for you to decipher if he was becoming frustrated or amused.

“Had to fight the brat just to experience the scent for myself. It’s cloyingly sweet, whatever clings to you, almost sickening. It’s annoying and distracting.”

You had to think for a moment about what it was he could possibly be talking about. It was as you were going through your process of getting ready within your mind that you remembered the new body mist you had been using. Cozy Bonfire was the name of it, and it had a deeper underlying scent of smoke reminiscent of a campfire, while the sweeter notes held vanilla and reminded you of toasted marshmallows.

Honestly, you had really started to like the scent. It was just as the name suggested, cozy and perfect for the fall weather, but it seemed that perhaps not everyone liked it.

“If it’s annoying you, I can change it,” you offered almost carefully, wanting to appease him as best you could.

Your efforts, however, earned you an almost snarl-like sound as Sukuna pulled back to glare at you once more, clawed hands coming up to grip the tops of your arms tightly. There was anger in his sharp gaze, the lines of black adorning his features making him look more fearsome.

"Did I tell you to change it?"

"No! No, it w-was just a suggestion, since it was b-bothering you so much!"

Sukuna continued to stare you down, gaze becoming critical as if to determine if there was any hint of a lie in your statement. 

“Good. Leave it. Easier to find you when the brat can’t keep you in his sight.”

His grip on you eased considerably, but he hadn’t actually let you go, meaning he wasn’t quite done with you yet. Surprisingly, his gaze shifted into something more thoughtful. Then he grinned, wide and amused and far more lecherous than you had expected.

“You’re a timid little thing, aren’t you?” he questioned with mirth, face leaning in close, closer, closer still until the tip of his nose was nearly touching your own. “How…endearing.”

All you could do was stare back into his red gaze, face warming at how close he had gotten and at the almost affectionate words he spoke. He shifted again, head leaning more to the side, and you shivered at the brush of his lips against your ear.

“When I have full control of this body,” he spoke, your cheeks burning hot at the rumble of his voice, “when my power is whole again, I will hunt down this scent of burnt sugar and smoke. I will find you, little treasure, and I will wreck you.”

You gave a sharp gasp as you tensed and immediately stepped just out of his hold, too shocked and embarrassed to realize that he had let you do so. Instead, you were focused on his laugh at your expense, gleeful and amused, and how his red gaze was filled with heat, but definitely not from anger.

It was almost instinctual, the way your hand moved of its own accord. You barely had time to process you were in motion, unable to stop the palm of your hand from smacking Sukuna in the face. It was a rather impressive slap, the sound of skin striking against skin sharp in your ears, and the force of it was enough that it had the curse turning with the motion.

The buzzing silence that followed had absolute dread creeping up inside of you. Had you actually just slapped the strongest curse known to society? Oh, surely this meant your death, there was no way he would just let you get away with-

"Ow! Ow, ow, ow, that actually really hurts!"

Your rambling thoughts were cut off by the sounds of someone in pain, and you were immediate in your want to help.

"Yuuji! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"

Deep brown eyes turned in your direction, surprise and relief swirling in their depths.

"Yeah, I'm good," he answered as he turned fully to you once more, not a hint of a black marking on his skin, though there was definitely a bright red handprint across his cheek.

It seemed Sukuna had switched at just the right time for Yuuji to receive your slap rather than him. You felt bad about it; Yuuji didn't deserve that.

"Are you alright?" Yuuji asked as he reached out to grip your forearms, flipping your question back on you. "I tried to keep Sukuna back, but he's been hell-bent on coming out whenever you're around, recently, and when you got closer, earlier…"

Yuuji shut up real quick, then, a hand coming up to rub at the back of his head for only a moment as he looked away. His bright eyes were on you again rather quickly, concern easy to see by the furrow of his brow.

"He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No, I'm fine," you assured quickly, watching as Yuuji gave a heavy sigh, a small smile coming to his lips. "I'm a little shaken up, maybe, but he didn't hurt me."

"Good, I'm glad."

There was a moment where the both of you just stared at each other, both relieved to find the other unharmed, save for the slowly fading handprint on Yuuji's face. It was only natural between close friends that a hug followed, filled with warmth and relief and the gentle comfort you had come to associate with being around him.

"Maybe try and give me a warning, next time?" you mused, sighing as Yuuji's embrace tightened just a bit.

"I'll try," he promised, pulling away slightly to smile brightly at you. The grin fell just as quickly as it had come, and a curious expression washed over his features.

"Oh! This might be a weird question, but did you change your perfume?"

"My perfume?" you mirrored, confused.

"Yeah! You used to smell like flowers, but now you smell really sweet, like toasted marshmallows. It's…it's really nice."

Yuuji looked bashful as he finished his sentence, but his smile was as bright as ever, genuine and warm. It was enough to make you feel bashful, too. You didn't think anyone had noticed…well, outside of Sukuna, who had made it absolutely clear just moments ago.

"You think so?"

"Mhm! I think Sukuna likes it, too. That's why he-"

"Oi! You two lovebirds ready to head out?"

Startled, you and Yuuji pulled away from each other, turning to find both Nobara and Megumi walking up to the gates. You greeted them, choosing to ignore Nobara's teasing, as it was a normal occurrence that didn't seem like it was going to stop anytime soon. Megumi made no comment, either, but did greet you with a nod of his head before his attention was taken momentarily by Yuuji's random conversation.

As the four of you began your trek away from the school, you and Yuuji shared a look, an agreement not to mention what had happened before your friends' arrival. The last thing you wanted was for them to worry over something that wasn't all that much of a big deal.

At least you knew your new favorite scent was well received.

[navierae]

Friends to Lovers

Hello! This is my first imagine so please go easy on me! I apologize if Bakugo might seem ooc ><  inspired by Melina KB’s Friends to Lovers

summary: bakugo tells you that she’s just a friend, but isn’t that where most relationships start off? 

- sunday, 8:23 am -

BZZT BZZT

BZZT BZZT

Waking up on a Sunday morning to text messages is not anyone's cup of tea, including you. Especially after going out with your friends last night, getting drunk, and coming home very late. 'Who in their right mind is messaging me this early?' Whatever, I'll just check it later after I actually wake up.' And you would've done just that, had it not been for the constant buzzing of your phone. "Just who is messaging me-"

RING RING

Mina is calling...

'...Mina? What does she want?' You sigh and sat up, having no other choice but to answer the phone, knowing that Mina would keep blowing up your phone with calls and texts until you respond.

"Hello-"

"HAVE YOU HEARD?" Assuming how she's yelling in the morning, she must have picked up some juicy gossip or has something very important to say, both would affect you either way.

"Heard what exactly? And can you not yell? It's literally 8 in the morning-"

"BAKUGO WAS CAUGHT WITH ANOTHER GIRL IN THE CINEMA LAST NIGHT!". You didn't get it, what was so important about your boyfriend going to the cinema with another girl last night without you knowing, that she had to wake you up this early- Wait.

"Sorry, what?" "CHECK MY MESSAGES." You quickly open up the chatroom to find the links and pictures Mina sent you. You clicked on one of them and the first thing that greeted you was the headline of "PRO HERO DYNAMIGHT SPOTTED ON A DATE WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND?", and under that is a blurred picture of two people walking into a cinema.

"Mina, the picture is blurred, how are you sure that it's Katsuki? You know the media puts stuff out like this all the time, right?" You asked her. What you said wasn't wrong, anyone would post stuff like this to cause a fuss over something that isn't real. "Of course, I know that better than anyone. But, if you zoom in on the guy's wrist, you'll see the tattoo me and the squad has."

And zoom in you did. To your surprise, and dismay, the friendship tattoo their squad had was indeed on the guy's wrist. "...Have you even scrolled down?" Mina asked. You ask why while proceeding to scroll down. "There are other pictures, some even include you, Bakugo and the girl together."

'...Hari? Wait, where did they even get this?' You wonder, it's not everyday you see a picture, which you thought was private, posted online under a supposedly 'dating scandal' of your boyfriend.

"Mina, the girl in the picture is Hari-san. You know, Katsuki's friend from middle school?" You honestly thought this was common knowledge to all of you. "I know who she is, (Y/N). But seriously? Meeting up at the cinema while you were out partying isn't just a coincidence right? A-and those pictures! What's it like third-wheeling in your own relationship?"

You know it isn't. But what could you do when all you have as evidence is this news article? 'And the rose perfume, which you don't own, smell on him every time he comes home late.' "Let it go Mina, as I've said earlier, Hari-san is Katsuki's friend, that's it." You finalized. Mina stays silent for a few seconds after your words. "You know, I don't know how you have so much trust and patience for this man, even with all this laid out in front of you." Mina says before ending the call.

You sigh and stare at the picture frame on the bedside table containing a picture from your 3rd anniversary, before laying back down on the bed and closing your eyes. 'Honestly Mina, me too.'

- saturday, 6:26 pm -

“Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to our annual charity gala! Please make yourselves comfortable and help yourselves to food and beverages served by our waiters and waitresses, this year’s host will be making an announcement in a short while. Thank you very much for attending!

After the notice from the person on stage, you look around to see if you can spot any of your friends (Specifically a friend with horns and pink hair.). You decide to give up and head to the bar instead to get a drink.

“(Y/N)!” 

You look towards where the voce came from, and were suddenly hugged by something with..horns? “Mina?” You ask while looking at the person who’s still hugging you. “The one and only! You look amazing in your attire! By the way where’s Bakugo? I though you two would be together, unless he went off somewhere?” 

You sigh remembering the event that happened hours before coming here.

-

“Hey babe, are you ready for the charity gala later?” You ask Bakugo, who’s just gotten home from where ever he was, while drying your hair. He sets his bag down before answering you, “Hah? What charity gala?”.

You look at him, confused, "The one Izuku hosted? The one I kept reminding you about since the day he told us?" . He stares at you, trying to remember all the times you reminded him. His expression changes to a knowing one, meaning he remembered it.

"Oh yeah, I remember now. It's the event I'm going to with Hari." It's your turn to look confused, you had already told him weeks ago that you would be each other's date to the gala, which makes sense since you two are dating. Now all of a sudden he's going with Hari-san?

"Katsuki, when did this happen? I already told you that we're going together, since we are dating, and you agreed! Not only that, we also talked about matching outfits, not less than a week ago! Now you're telling me that you're going with Hari-san, all of a sudden?"

Bakugo looks at you with an exasperated face. "(Y/N), I told you this a week ago, do you not remember?" You stood up, angry and confused on why he's insisting that he goes with another girl. "Well apparently not! I asked you about whether we were going or not a few days ago, and now you're going with someone else without even telling me beforehand?!"

"YES! Look, I don't fucking care what you think right now, I'm going with Hari and that's fucking final." He glares at you before leaving the room. You sit back down on your bed and scoff, 'Well, there goes a wonderful night.'

-

"What the fuck? So that explains why Sero told me Bakugo and, whoever that girl is, were matching." Mina said after listening to your story while drinking a glass of champagne.

You look at her, shocked, 'they're matching? how did he even find time- nevermind, he was always out and about, he must've done it during that.'.

“Well, there’s nothing I could do about it now.”  You close your eyes and sigh. Mina looks at you incredulously, “Are you serious? (Y/N), he’s your boyfriend, I’m sure he’ll do something when you tell him about your concerns.”.  

You open your eyes to look at her, hesitation and pain present in your eyes, “Look, Mina, I understand your concern for me and Katsuki’s relationship but trust me, I’ll do something about this.” You smile to assure her. “For now, I just want to go home and rest, talking about this hasn’t exactly brought me to a partying mood.” ‘More like if I talk to him now he’s just going to somehow point the blame on me.’.

“Are you sure? I should just go with you-”. You stop her, ruining this night for her isn’t in your agenda for tonight, “I’m fine, really! Just go enjoy the party, and if Katsuki asks where I am, tell him I went home. Okay?”. You ask her and she nods. “Alright, text me when you get home okay?”, you nod and say your good bye before leaving.

[cosmos-coma]

Prey of the Hunt- Chapter 5

A/N: This one took a little while, but I finally just decided to just cut the chapter I was working on in half because it was getting too long anyways. Have you figured out who you are yet? Make your theories before the next chapter comes out!

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Warnings: reader with (temporary) amnesia, Non-verbal reader (also temporary),  Traumatized reader, Game canon characters/lore.

Word count: 3k

Chapter Summary: You find yourself reveling in innocent touches between you and Eskel and hard training with the other Witchers of the Keep, but you're... better with one of these weapons than you expected...  and now Geralt's suspicions have seemed to come back.

Chapter 6

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It’s been a few weeks now since your incident in town; autumn has since come to a close and snow has started to fall every once in a while, though it never seems to stay very long. 

With the changing of seasons, you find that you have changed as well. Your injuries have started to scab over, your stitches have since been removed, and your fingers are starting to look better too. You were finally starting to feel like a real person again, mentally and physically.

You had since told everyone about your dream from that night, writing it all down so nothing would get lost in translation about how you finally remembered your earlier life and meeting Eredin.  However, Eskel was still the only one who knew what you saw in that mirror, but even then, he had only heard about it not seen it. You never went into detail about the way it looked at you or the uniqueness of the helmet. 

You had dreamt since that night, most of it was little things, however. You’d get flashes of your early life, your mother teaching you Elder, or your father and you catching chickens, it was pleasant. Every so often, though, you’d get short dreams of a place you had never seen before, filled with unfamiliar plants and animals, and a shining city. You had hoped for something more definitive and telling soon though.

“Good morning.” Vesemir greeted as you came into the kitchen, ready to help you during your morning cooking breakfast. 

Ever since it became clear that you’d started to take a more long-term residence in the Keep, Vesemir bestowed upon you more chores here and there. All of which you were more than happy to receive, it let you feel like you were pulling your weight around here and it gave the other Witchers a little reprieve regarding their own chores too. 

You waved pleasantly to him as you ducked inside, immediately getting out your materials and ingredients. 

“Any new dreams?” He asked earnestly, and you quickly nodded. 

“A small one.” you motioned with your hands. “Scenes of winter outside Brugge, and lots of bodies laying around. ” you continued, expelling a sigh. 

Vesemir had taken the strongest interest in your dreams of everyone at the keep. Whenever he heard you had had another he was right there to help you figure them out. He was the only reason you had started being able to put names to some of these places you were seeing and get some vague sense of clarity. And though He definitely could be a hard ass with you sometimes, you were starting to see why these younger Witchers saw him as a father of sorts. 

“Hmm.. that’s a new one.” He said, partially lost in the thoughts and implications of it. “and farther out from the other villages you've dreamed of. We’ll have to add it to the map later.” He finished with a nod and you couldn’t help but smile at his commitment. “On a different note- I have a new chore for you today.”

“What’s that?” you asked, brows drawn together in interest as you set down the bowl of batter you were preparing. 

“Well, seeing as your wounds have healed nicely and you seem to be moving easier, I want you to train with everyone today.” He stated and watched for your reaction as he continued. “Because- well, I may be old, but I’m not blind- I can see how close you and Eskel have gotten…”

Your cheeks and neck instantly burned bright red as you blushed and your lips began to stammer, trying to find the words to respond to this. Despite fumbling with your words for a short time in the end you could only nod and try to casually look back down at your batter. 

Of course, the older Witcher saw all of this but only smiled a bit and waved his hand to continue on his topic. “... But come spring there won’t be much of anything left for you here. And no matter what you do- If you decide to walk beside him on the path or just… make yourself a new life somewhere, it’ll be good for you to know how to defend yourself.”

Once you finally got over your bashful moment and your cheeks felt less heated, you nodded in agreement. It was a good idea, you had to admit- especially if the Wild Hunt were to show up again. Though you suspected Vesemir had already thought of that and just didn’t want to worry you by bringing the situation to light. 

By the time you brought out breakfast, all the younger Witchers had already taken their seats at the table. As you got closer, you could hear Lambert’s excited ramblings about the latest bomb you two had been perfecting. 

“Okay, so when it explodes it splatters out a slime that covers the enemy and slows it down. It took a while to get the mixture of arachnomorph webbing and siren slime to the perfect consistency, but I think we finally managed, I mean that shit was in my hair for days…” He said with a wide grin. 

“Mine too....” You thought to yourself, feeling the now much shorter piece of hair on the side of your head.

“And what exactly do you two call this fancy new bomb?” Geralt asked with an amused smirk that might as well have been written in bold all over his face. 

“It’s the…! uh, Slug…Launcher…?” He said, eyes darting around as if the room was going to reveal the perfect answer to him. “Look, we haven’t gotten that far, okay? We’ve only just wrapped up the first tests,” he tried to explain over Geralt and Eskel’s raucous laughter. 

“My vote is for Slug Launcher,”  you mouthed with a grin, sliding in next to your honey-eyed Witcher, and putting your hand on his arm.

“Ah, I know Lambert can come up with something far more ridiculous. So I’ll hold my vote for now,” Eskel commented and turned to you with a smile that you swore could move mountains if he wished. 

By other’s standards, you and Eskel were moving rather slowly. You two had only shared innocent touches so far, the gentle caress of a cheek as he held you after a sour dream or the slow intentional brushing of fingers as you worked side by side. They were small and subtle, but they were comfortable to you and comfort was just what you needed. 

You loved the way Eskel made you feel; the way his smile each morning caused a fluttering in your chest, the ease you felt in his presence like nothing could go wrong, the way he served you breakfast now before he even served himself. 

However, your mind and heart were heavy right now, and he knew that. Trying to figure out who you were and where you belonged has taken up a lot of space in your mind, leaving only a portion of you left to think about the inclinations of your own heart. Though just because you didn’t have a lot left of you to think about it didn’t mean you wanted to ignore them completely. 

You smiled and squeezed Eskel’s forearm as he set your breakfast in front of you, your hand only lingering as it trailed down and quickly squeezed his hand as well. 

It wasn’t much, but you could still see the way his golden eyes melted a bit as your loving touch grazed his skin. You and Eskel continued to eat breakfast, going back and forth with grazing fingers and gently knocking knees until Vesemir told everyone to finish up and make their way out to the courtyard.

“Alright…” Vesemir began when you all finally gathered around. “ Y/n is going to be joining us for training today. Y/n, since we don’t know where your skill level with a sword is yet, we’ll have you start by watching a round. Then you can jump in for a test run.” 

You nodded as your hands rubbed nervously against your legs, sure that you were getting in over your head, but you couldn’t really say no to this, nor did you want to. 

The younger witchers donned their armor, a second skin at this point, and grabbed their weapons, pairing off; Vesemir with Geralt, and Eskel with  Lambert. As Vesemir finished counting them all in they sprung at each other with steps like that of lightning, as quick as they were silent.

You tried to mentally take notes, but they often were just moving too fast for you to keep good track of all of them. 

“Okay, Eskel goes with a more defensive route, Lambert Offensive, Geralt is more of a mix, and Vesemir responds to whatever his opponent uses.” That was about all you could take in as the raucous clanging of swords reverberated in your ears and made the rest of your thoughts a fuzzy static. 

They seemed to get a few hits in on each other here and there, though you suggest that decades of training against one another had brought them all to even footing when it came to their fighting skills. But what style were you supposed to use? You didn’t even know who you were supposed to practice with yet. 

“Alright, that’s good..!” Vesemir called out and all the guys paused mid-swing, pulling their swords back and looking over as they waited for what was next. 

“Y/n? Think you can do something like that?” the older man asked, handing you a wooden sword so you wouldn't hurt yourself. 

“Uh… sure, of course,” you replied, very unconvincingly, but still quickly pulled on the leather armor he offered to you. “Who am I fighting?” you asked, nervous to go against any of them, honestly. You’d rather be going up against the one-armed wooden dummy in the corner over there. 

“You’ll be training with Geralt,” he explained, handing the witcher a wooden sword of his own. “Geralt’s mix of offense and defense will hopefully give you a better idea of what you prefer when you fight.”

You were sure they all could hear the loud GULP you swallowed as you moved into the space opposite Geralt. Nerves wracked you, But…  you used a branch as a club when the Wild Hunt first came for you, so you must know a little bit about fighting, right? 

Right?

“Alright, are you two ready? Then on your marks…” Vesemir spoke. 

Blood rushing in your ears was about the only thing you could hear as you took a ready stance. Realistically you had nothing to worry about, but your muscles still felt taut in anticipation 

“Go!” Vesemir yelled, the only thing that got past the static rushing in your ears. 

Immediately Geralt came in with a swing toward your side, not holding back his inhuman speed as he trained against you. You were sure you were going to miss it as you went to block, but… but you did it? You did it! 

The genuine look of surprise on your face was reflected in that of Geralt, who also didn’t expect you to block it either. Your small victory was short-lived as he quickly composed his expression again and came at you once more. 

You were clumsy, that was certain,  but it was like something in the back of your mind had awoken, and it knew how to defend itself. You let your mind become warm static as you continued the fight, blocking Geralt’s blows, and occasionally taking a swing as you saw openings. You had been growing tired of the feelings of deja vu you had had lately, but this one you welcomed. Training against Geralt felt more familiar than anything had so far. Your body anticipated many of his moves as he made them and allowed you to block most of his blows, but your sword still felt too unwieldy, too light in your hands. 

Geralt’s eyes continued to ring with surprise as you blocked more and more of his swings as time went on. As your wooden swords clacked together in the silence of the courtyard, he felt something recognizable tugging at the edges of his memory. He could have sworn all his memories had come back after he and Yennefer worked through them but now he began to grow doubtful. 

Things were going decently for you when out of nowhere, Geralt switched up his swing and instead came down on you like a hammer with his sword. A yelp rose from your throat as you quickly brought your sword up, gripping what would have been the blade as you held it above your head in an attempt to block. The hit came down hard and sent shockwaves down your arms and body, even causing the wooden swords to crack a little bit internally. 

“Okay, Stop! That’s enough…” Vesemir called and came closer to your duo. 

You hadn’t realized how loud you were breathing, how much effort you were putting forward until the fighting had stopped. Your blood still rushed around your ears but was now beginning to quiet down. 

Vesemir rubbed his hand down his face and turned towards you as he spoke. “You were doing so well to start off with, but that block you did right there would have cut your hand clean in half if you were holding a real sword. You’re blocking as if you’re using a-” Vesemir’s face went from mildly frustrated to a sudden look of enlightenment. “Wait here…” the Old Witcher mumbled and quickly ran off back inside the keep.

Quietly looking around at the other Witchers you mouthed out “Did I… do something bad?”

Lambert’s face only conveyed a quiet approval, while Eskel’s face was tinted red in the blush he developed from watching you fight. Geralt though was the one to speak up.

“Besides your block? Not really, but… I don't remember fighting you before. So why did that feel routine to me?” His expression was serious, mouth in a tight line like you would expect from “emotionless” Witchers. What hurt though, was that the suspicion and caution you thought you two had grown past was back. You thought he had loosened up into something akin to a good friend, but now you worried you were back to step one.

“Me too,”  was all you managed to respond before Vesemir came running back with a large stick in hand- No, a staff?

“Try this instead, I think this might be more what you’re used to.” He said, handing it to you and taking your wooden sword away. It was a heavy wooden staff, its weight comfortable and fitting in your hands. 

You gave it a slow twirl as a grin crept its way over your face, it wasn’t perfect, but it still felt right and you knew you had found a piece of your past. You weren’t entirely sure how this would fit in yet, but knowing this much brought you comfort.

Vesemir had the hint of a proud smile as he stepped back, “alright, let’s go again.” He said, motioning for you and Geralt to get back into position. 

“Actually-” Geralt, interjected a faint frown lining his features, “I think I’m gonna watch this one. Eskel can take it instead.” He said, tossing the wooden sword to his brother. 

“Me? Alright…” Eskel replied, catching the tossed sword and coming over to Geralt’s spot as he moved next to Vesmir, arms crossed. 

“Don’t be gentle,” you assured your witcher and assumed your ready position. You were feeling more confident in your abilities and figured that if you were going to learn to defend yourself- well they say offense is the best defense, right? 

“When you’re ready… go!” Vesemir instructed and stood back to watch.

This time you were the one who rushed in to strike first, your movements, while not as smooth as a Witchers, were more sure than your previous ones. It was perfect against Eskel’s more defensive tactics, though you suspected throughout the skirmish that he was holding back. Here and there you knew you had accidentally left yourself open, yet he still didn’t take the opportunity. 

A frustrated frown drew itself over your face as he kept skipping over chances to get you. Was he afraid to hurt you? Was he distracted? After minutes into the fight, you finally let out a frustrated grunt and swept your staff against Eskel’s feet causing him to fall back onto the ground with a loud THUD.

“Oh!” You exclaimed as you watched your Witcher fall backward, surprised at yourself. “Are you okay?” you asked, rushing over to take his hand.

A crimson blush stained Eskel’s cheeks as he looked up at you from the ground, a clear sense of arousal swirling in the pool of his eyes. “Yeah… I’m Great…” He finally responded, a little breathy as he looked on at you standing above him.

“Alright, love-birds. No one wants to see you plough each other in the courtyard- HEY!” Lambert yelled as you threw your staff at him, hoping he would be distracted by your staff and not see the rosy blush that passed over you at the thought. 

As you reached your hand down to help Eskel up, you took a glance over at the others and noticed that Geralt and Vesemir were no longer watching, and instead were whispering amongst each other. 

As you “helped” pull your mountain of a witcher off the ground and tapped his arm gently, pointing to them. “Can you..?” you mouthed. 

“What are you two whispering about now?” Eskel asked for you, also rather curious as it wasn’t often things that were kept secret in the Keep, let alone between brothers. 

Geralt looked to his brother as he paused in contemplation for but a moment, before a certain and solemn look fell over him. “Fighting styles… That’s all.”

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when they’re grumpy but their s/o wants attention [1.5k follower special]

featuring: kuroo, kenma, akaashi, nishinoya, and kageyama

thank you for sharing this fun celebration with me! can’t wait to host more :) enjoy! x 

kuroo

he’s not super temperamental but he can develop a short fuse when he’s stressed or overwhelmed 

you’ll try to get him to take a break but he gets stern really quick 

when he doesn’t give in like usual, you take defeat and leave the room

he immediately feels bad that he snapped at you 

he will hug and kiss you until you accept his ample apology 

“oh. hey, beautiful,” your boyfriend greeted after you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind.

“what are you doing?” you asked, leaning down to look at the screen. 

“just work again.”

“do you wanna take a break and come cuddle with me?” 

“i wish i could, babe, but i need to get this done.”

“but you’ve been working forever. please, tetsu?” you give him your best pouty, puppy dog eyes that he always falls for. 

“not right now,” he replies shortly. 

you start playing with his hair, something you know he can’t resist. 

“babe, seriously. i’ll come cuddle with you later. now, please, i need to finish this. can you just leave me alone for another half hour?”

“fine.” 

“no, baby. wait--” the door slammed behind you before he could finish his sentence. he swears under his breath, knowing that he hurt your feelings. he quickly exits his work and gets up to go find you. 

you’re sitting on the couch, looking at something on your phone. he saunters over and immediately puts his head in your lap. 

“i’m sorry, kitten. i shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. i’ve been stressed with everything lately but that’s no excuse because you don’t deserve that. i’m sorry.”

you sigh and try to get up but he stops you by wrapping his arms around your hips, pressing his face into your midsection. 

“no, baby, please don’t go. i need you and your cuddles. pleeeeaaasssseee,” he pleads, hugging you tighter. he feels your stomach vibrate against his face and he looks up to see you laughing lightly. 

“what’s so funny?” he chuckles with you. 

“nothing,” you reply, putting a hand in his hair. “you’re just so cute.”

“does this mean you forgive me?” he asks, sitting up. 

“i suppose you can be forgiven.”

“i’ll take it. now, c’mere.” he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into him to accept the many kisses he places on your cheek. 

kenma

he gets frustrated or irritated kinda easily 

mostly when he can’t complete a stage in one of his games 

he can displace his anger onto you when you want to snuggle up to him 

he doesn’t realize what he did until later when he finds you sitting by yourself

he has a simple apology but he makes up for the lack of attention he’s given you 

you always knew where to find kenma. in his room, playing a game. if it’s new, you probably won’t see him for a while as he tries to spend all his free time trying to complete it so visits to his house were frequent. 

even if you had an outing planned, he would try to get in some gameplay beforehand. 

“hey, ken,” you greeted as you entered his room.

he doesn’t respond for a few seconds as he vigorously mashes buttons to defeat the battle he was on. he lets out a frustrated grunt as the ‘lose’ screen taunts him before turning to you. 

“oh, hey.” 

“are you ready to go?” 

“yeah. um, let me just try one more time to beat this,” he negotiates. 

“okay,” you reply as you sit close next to him. he restarts the stage and you watch him play until you yawn and start to lean your head on his shoulder. 

“y/n, i can’t do this while you’re-- oh, god. no!” 

he loses again, causing him to harshly nudge you off his shoulder. 

“ugh, i was so close just then. why do you have to lean on me like that?”

“i’m sorry. i was just kinda tired.”

“well, maybe you should get more sleep so you don’t make me lose again,” he snaps. he mutters under his breath before picking the controller back up and starting again. 

he barely even notices you’re gone until he completes the stage on the next round. he gets up and goes to look for you. he finds you sitting outside his house, presumably waiting for him. he frowns, feeling guilty about what he said to you and continued playing instead of apologizing to you. you could’ve been sitting out here forever. 

“y/n?” he says softly, getting your attention. “i’m sorry. i was mad at the game, not you. i didn’t mean it like that. i’m ready to go now if you want.” 

you’re not totally convinced which prompts him to sit down next to you. he leans his head on your shoulder just like you had to him earlier. he slowly reaches his hand over to yours, interlocking your fingers. 

“i really like when you lean on me. please don’t listen to anything i say when i’m playing games.”

you sigh. “it’s okay. i forgive you. let’s go.” 

he nods, standing up with his hand still in yours. 

“can i have a hug?” he asks cutely, his other hand reaching for your elbow. 

you grin and nod, letting him pull you into him. he hugs you tightly, his fingers tickling your back as they brush across. he pulls away, his hands moving to hold either side of your head to kiss the tip of your nose. 

“okay, let’s go.” 

he holds your hand the whole way there. 

akaashi

he’s pretty calm and not quick to yell like kuroo but he can let stress take over easily

he’ll try to take a nap to relieve it but you come over as a surprise 

he doesn’t take it too well and ‘snaps’ at you 

you end up leaving his house completely and now he feels like he can’t just nap this one away

hugs and cuddles you as he apologizes 

he had finally felt the sweet embrace of his bed after the longest day ever. he just wanted to sleep it all away, easing his aching muscles. what felt like seconds later, he heard your voice. 

“keiji,” you roused, rubbing a hand over his back. “are you sleepy, babe?”

he groaned, shifting over to face away from you. 

“i’m trying to nap, baby. what are you doing here?”

“i just wanted to surprise you. you seemed like you were having a bad day,” you explained.

“yeah. i was. and you just woke me up.”

“oh, i’m sorry. i can rub your back if you want.”

“i want to take a nap. alone.”

“oh. i, um-- okay,” you stuttered, getting up quickly and leaving the room without another word. 

he couldn’t go back to sleep after that. you wanted to make him feel better and he only pushed you away. he quickly got out of bed, hoping he could catch up with you. you weren’t very far from his house as he rushed down the street. 

“y/n? please, wait!” 

you stop in your tracks but don’t turn around. his heart is hammering against his chest as he stops behind you, trying to catch his breath.

“i’m...sorry.”

“why are you apologizing? i’m the one who ruined your nap,” you reminded him. 

he walks around to stand in front of you, pretty eyes looking down at your wilted figure.

“no, you didn’t, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. i was being a jerk and didn’t need to say that to you. i think i need you more than i need a nap. although, you and a nap would be nice, too.” 

your lips perked up slightly in a smile, making him lean down to get a better look at your face.

“is that a smile i see? no, don’t hide it. c’mere, beautiful.”

he takes you in his arms, hugging you tightly. he rocks you from side to side as he leans his head on top of yours. 

“i would love for you to join me for some cuddles. but i’ll probably fall asleep.”

you agree, smiling at him before he gives you a sweet kiss. he leads you back to his house where you go back into his room. you get all comfy under the covers with him lying on top of you, his head on your chest. 

he kisses your cheek a few times before laying down. “thank you, baby.” 

nishinoya 

he’s usually a very bright and happy-go-lucky boy but he can get irritated 

he’ll get way too amped up about something and then get frustrated when it doesn’t play out how he thinks 

he does get loud when he lets it all out on you as you’re trying to comfort him 

you try to hide your tears and leave him alone but he cannot believe he just yelled at you 

he will literally get on his hands and knees as he apologizes 

you liked to meet up with him after his practice so that you could walk home together. seeing him in the gym, you decided to surprise him by placing your hands on his shoulder and using him to brace yourself as you jumped into the air, which is something he would often do to you and his teammates. 

“hey, sweetie,” he greeted after turning around, looking kinda solemn.

“you ready to go?”

“yeah. let’s go.”

you followed him out but he didn’t take your hand like he would whenever you walked home. he could never hide his feelings though.

“ugh, i missed almost every dig today. every one! i’m so pissed, i’m going to do so many push-ups-- what are you doing!?”

he snatched his hand away from you when you tried to hold it. you winced at his sudden outburst. 

“um, i just wanted to hold your hand.”

“are you even listening to me? i’m really pissed off right now, babe.”

“i- i’m sorry,” you apologized. his heart broke when he heard the break in your voice and seeing your eyes become glossy. what was worse, he was the cause of it. 

you tried to push the tears back into your eyes. “i’ll walk by myself.” 

he grabbed your wrist quickly to stop you. “no, wait.”

you couldn’t hold it in and started sobbing. your hands coming up to cover your face. 

“don’t cry, beautiful,” he consoled, wrapping his arms around you. “that was stupid of me to yell at you. i love when you want to hold my hand. my emotions just got the best of me.”

“it’s, it’s okay,” you sobbed, wiping your eyes. 

“no, it’s not!” he declares. “what do i have to do to make it okay? please tell me, sweetheart.”

“oh, i know--”

“that’s okay, noya. you don’t have to--”

he was literally on his hands and knees in the middle of the road asking for your forgiveness. 

“oh, my sweet, beautiful, gorgeous, smart, strong s/o! will you please forgive me and my idiot self for being a bad boyfriend?”

“noya, you’re not a bad boyfriend. please get off the ground.”

“not until you forgive me!” he wraps his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your tummy. 

“okay, okay. i forgive you,” you laughed. 

“yay!” he jumps up and into your arms, kissing you many times on the head. “you are my favorite person and i can’t stand to see you cry.” 

“now will you hold my hand?”

“of course. can i kiss you too?” 

kageyama

he’s known to be habitually grumpy 

he enjoys your presence the most so if he starts getting short with you, you know something’s bothering him 

yells like noya but you’ve heard it before so you’re able to leave him to cool off 

he’ll eventually realize he was being dumb and didn’t need to yell at you

but he’s not the smoothest at apologizing  

kageyama did not like school. he’d rather play volleyball for the rest of his life. he was good at it, he memorized all the plays, and he could understand it. but when he actually does study and still gets a bad grade, you’ll never hear the end of it.

“ugh, this is so stupid. i thought i studied enough!” he vented as you two sat in his room together. 

“it’s alright, tobi. we’ll just try something different next time, that’s all,” you consoled, patting him on the shoulder 

“pft. easy for you to say,” he grumbled.

“excuse me?”

“you get good grades all the time without any effort. it doesn’t make sense.”

“i actually try very hard and i want to help you--”

“well, i don’t need your help!” he blurts out, shifting away from your touch.

your lips draw into a hard line “that’s fine. i just don’t want you to get discouraged about school, that’s all. you know i care about you,” you reasoned. you could tell he was already on a short fuse and were currently trying to defuse him. 

“i just think that you should--”

“look, you’re not my mom! can you just shut up about this now? i’m done talking about it.”

you nod quietly before packing up your things and leaving. it was obvious he needed some time to himself and you weren’t about to be on the receiving end of his aggressions. 

later that night, there was a knock on your door. it was none other than your grumpy boyfriend who looked rather remorseful. 

“uh, hi.”

“what’s up?”

“i, i know you probably don’t want me here right now but i just wanted to say that i’m sorry.”

you simply nodded, the silence allowing him to keep talking. 

“i was being a dumb jerk. i know you care about me and i really, really care about you. i feel like i don’t appreciate you enough for everything that you do for me.” he looks down, ashamed of how unfulfilling his love seems compared to yours. 

“that’s not true, tobi,” you negate, reaching to him. “i know you care about me. you just have a different way of showing it. like coming here late at night with a-- is that a bento box?” 

“it’s some snacks my mom helped me make. she said this is good brain food. i was hoping you could help me with some homework.  also,” he looks away from you once more.

“i can’t go to the tournament if i don’t pass japanese lit. could you please help me?”

you look him up and down for a few moments before grinning. “of course i can.”

you let him into the house. you feel a tugging on your shirt and turn around to see him standing there awkwardly. 

“yes?”

“would you-- can you hug me, please?”

you don’t respond except with a smile and simply wrap your arms around his waist. he hugs you tightly, burying his face in your neck. 

“thank you. love you so much.” 

he has lots to learn, but he’ll get there and one day, it’ll be as easy as volleyball. 

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[tokoyamisstuff]

Stages of Grief Ch. 1 - Mark Hoffman x Reader

Ch. 1: premise.

Summary: Just the innocent story about how everything began. You meet Mark's sister, and she immediately takes a liking to you - trying to set you up with your boss of all people. Warnings: None. Just pure Fluff. Words: 1282

A/N: This will be a rather short story compared to the word count I usually reach, but I just needed to get this out of my system!

“So you’re Y/N, right? Mark’s partner?”

The girl sitting next to you was certainly a beautiful young woman, and her welcoming smile didn’t disappoint either. She was reaching out her hand, which you gladly accepted to shake as a greeting.

“Not really” you chuckled a little flustered. “I’m his subordinate. And you must be his sister, right? Nice to meet you!”

“The name’s Angelina. It’s a pleasure as well!” Both of you exchanged some affectionate looks before she sheepishly added “But that’s not what I meant...I thought the two of you were dating?”

“Wha- no!” You gasped a little surprised, only able to hope that none of your coworkers in the department has overheared her upfront conclusion. Still, your obvious nervousness was speaking volumes.

“That’s too bad. As you already know, my brother is very introverted and always busy with work. I was fearing he might end up all alone.” She paused, giggling lightheartedly before continuing in a more serious tone. “And...well, you know: It feels like I know you forever already. My brother talks about you nonstop.”

“Oh...really?” You could only stammer at this point, trying to avoid her gaze and quite embarassed by calling yourself out like this. “I hope only positively, haha.”

“You have no idea just how well he talks about you” she winked. You were nervously fondling with your hands, until Angelina firmly placed her palms onto yours, finally making you look straight into her eyes.

“I’d be very glad if Mark found someone as nice and caring as you are. My brother deserves the world and nothing less.”

Before you could answer, the conversation was interrupted by the start of Mark’s promotional ceremony. Those mere minutes felt like hours, pondering and unable to concentrate on anything due to the thoughts revolving in your mind.

“Congratulations!” Angelina cheered, making you jump up from your daydream. “I’m so proud of you.”

Their hug made you smile contently - it was surely nice to see a functioning family for once, quite the opposite to what you were used with your own.

“Congratulations, Detective.” You were still quite bewildered by Angelina’s words, crossing your arms and keeping your distance from your boss.

“I told you to drop the titles already” the man emphasized, and without you being able to object, Mark’s arms were already wrapped around you.

“I’m glad you’re here” he whispered softly, his head put atop of yours for a mere moment, taking in your scent. “O-o-of course! How could I not be present on your big day?”

“Sooo...” Angelina interrupted that moment, no matter how adorable she seemingly thought it to be. “We’re going to celebrate a little. Do you want to join in?”

“I-I mean I...I don’t know...” You were raising your hands in defense, furiously shaking your head. “I really don’t want to disturb or anything.”

“Bullshit!” both Mark and Angelina cut you off simultaneously, and you couldn’t help but giggle about how similar yet completely different those two were.

“You could’ve asked her out for dinner earlier, Mark.” His sister was softly elbowing his ribs, scolding him in a joking manner. “Huh, why? We’re eating together in the cantine everyday.”

Angelina raised her eyebrows at him, before turning her head towards you. You had to laugh out loud, for her look said something like “This guy, huh?”

“I apologize on his behalf.” She reassuringly pat your shoulder, and you were amazed by how comfortable you felt around her, even though you only knew her for so long. And even worse: She knew about your crush and was trying to set you up very blatant. “My big brother here is very smart, but he can be such an airhead with other topics.”

You saw the clueless man furrowing his brows, the gears in Mark’s head basically turning - so you were quick to change the topic before he might actually understand. “Okay okay, I’ll come along! Where are we going to?”

A few hours and several drinks later and you felt like you and Angelina had already become close friends. She surely was an amazing person that was always getting along with anyone, just as Mark had once told you.

And no matter what might develop between you and Hoffman, you found yourself hoping to stay in contact with her, maybe even becoming friends.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself today” Mark asked, having stayed sober to be the driver for today - even though it was his own celebration.

“Yeah, it was really nice, thank you.” You looked after Angelina who you just had dropped off, waving goodbye from her window and giving you a thumbs up.

There was a man standing behind her, slowly approaching and even as the car proceeded to drive further away, you could see her expression change drastically.

It must be her fiancé.

Mark once told you about how he couldn't stand the guy, yet also how nothing could beat his sister's helping complex. That she was assuring him that he was treating her well, despite it looking the exact opposite way.

Might be better to not pry too much after spending only one day together, you thought. You didn't want to be intrusive, and also: If someone asked you, this would certainly not be the last time you've met - and hopefully as time passes, you'd grow even closer.

"Maybe...we could do this more often?”

“I’m not really the type that goes out very often, Y/N” the man admitted, and you huffed quite amused. “Me neither. But we could do whatever you want. Just meeting up after work.”

“...my sister talked to you.”

You jumped a little in your car seat when Hoffman abruptly stepped on the brakes, making you almost hit the headboard. “Uh...Mark? What’s wrong?”

He basically fleed the car, with you following directly after. Hoffman paced around seemingly distressed, burying his head in his hands in frustration. “Why does she always need to be so straightforwards...” he muttered between gritted teeth, mainly to himself.

“Look” he now turned himself towards you, gesturing so awkward that it made you understand that this strong and confident man you always looked up to was in fact just as helpless as you. “We’re colleagues. I’m your boss, damn it! I don’t know what she told you, but-”

“Mark...it’s okay.” Usually, you wouldn’t have the confidence to handle such a situation - but now, knowing what you already knew...

Relationships between coworkers are not really appreciated among the police - yet also not forbidden either. So you couldn’t care less what your colleagues or anyone else thought.

You placed your hand on his shoulder, rubbing it ever so slightly without allowing him to back off. “I’ve admired you for a long time now. Haven’t you noticed?”

"This is just the alcohol speaking...” His voice sounded even darker than usually, hoarse even - both telling himself that it’s too good to be true, yet also trying to resist the urge to seal those reciprocated feelings here and now.

Out of a whim, you grabbed Mark's tie, pulling the tall man down to your height. Your lips hesstantly brushed over his - and when he didn’t resist, you closed the last gap between the two of you.

His eyes would finally close, the tension in his body vanishing as he embraced your waist, his arms gently pulling you closer to him. You'd lean into his touch, cupping his cheeks as you felt his blood boiling in emotion heat them up.

You smiled against his lips, pecking one last, tender kiss to his cheek before pulling away. “Do you believe me now?”

“At this point, you won’t get rid of me either way.”

[eddiemunsonssoulmate]

Bruises and bitemarks say, takes one to bring the pain

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You belong to him and he wants everyone to see it

Warnings: Smut, marking kink, possessive!JJ

Available on: AO3

Part of: Passion lies in screams of ecstasytic dreams

A/N: I was thinking about putting some smutty drabbles/shortstories together for JJ x Reader and here we go.

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“I can’t even believe you went to him! That dude is a psychopath, nothing more!”

JJ was fuming and you really didn’t understand why he was so worked up.

Rafe had been threatening the Pogues once again and you were so fed up with his behavior at this point. The two of you had been childhood friends, back when he was still a normal child, so you had hoped that he might listen to you.

He didn’t. Instead he had tried to make good use of the time you had been there with him, flirting with you, trying to win you over, fully aware that you and JJ were a thing.

Rafe hated JJ and ever since he had known that you dated the Pogue, he had tried even more to break you two apart.

“Calm down, JJ. Nothing happened,” you said almost annoyed as you tried to get past him to the Chateau. You had agreed to meet up here later with the rest of the Pogues but for now, it was just the two of you.

“You say that now! What if he would have touched you? Kidnapped you? Killed you? You know what kind of guy he is!” The anger was written on his face and for a moment you wondered if you should take his concern more seriously. Rafe was dangerous indeed, unpredictable but would he really go that far and kill you only because you didn’t want anything from him?

“Babe, it’s fine,” you say and take JJ’s face in your hands. His cheeks were hot, his hair was messy from running his hand through there too many times.

His jaw clenched and you felt it against your skin but his breathing also calmed down a little.

“I don’t want you near him,” he told you and there was possessiveness in his voice, something you didn’t hear very often because everyone knew you were his and he was yours. Sometimes a tourist tried to flirt with you at a beach party but JJ would quickly make sure that they knew where you belonged.

You clenched your legs together a little at the tone of his voice and smiled sweetly at him. His eyes darkened and he grabbed your hips, lifting you up. You instantly wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you toward the Chateau. 

Thankfully the others wouldn’t arrive for at least another hour.

“You’re mine,” he almost growled into your ear when he fell down on the couch with you, his hands stopping his own fall so he wouldn’t crush you in the process.

“Am I?” you asked with a teasing tone and he gritted his teeth before sinking them into the crook of your neck.

You yelped briefly at the pain shooting through your skin before his tongue started to swirl on the mark he just left, gently sucking it.

“I’m going to mark you all over. You are mine. All mine.” He sounded almost desperate and feral when he spoke those words next to your ear before moving to the other side of your neck, sinking his teeth into the skin there too.

You wrapped your arms around him, pressing him closer to you, your hips bucking against the bulge that had formed in his pants.

JJ just smirked against your neck and thrusted his hips down, pinning yours against the cushions under you.

“Stay still,” he mumbled before running a hand over your stomach, slipping it under your shirt to push it upward.

Next he bit your stomach. One, two, three times, all over the place. Leaving little bite marks. It was painful but arousing at the same time. 

You really didn’t know what to do with your hands. Sometimes they were wrapped around him, sometimes in his hair but every time he shifted it became slightly awkward.

He picked up on this and took both of your wrist in one hand each to pin them over your head.

“Leave them there, you look beautiful like that,” he said and gave you a quick grin before he pushed your shirt up further, revealing your bra which he moved down carelessly until your tits were spilling out above.

He took one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it before biting down gently. You yelped in pain and looked down at him in surprise but he just grinned at you when he let go of your nipple only to blow cold air on it a moment later.

A shiver ran down your spine and he moved to the other breast to do the same there. Wetness was pooling between your legs now and a whine left your throat.

“Hm? Anything you want?” That bastard knew exactly what you wanted and the grin on his face gave him away.

You huffed in anger and when you opened your mouth to reply, he bit down hard on the top skin of your right breast, causing you to take in a deep breath instead of saying a word. He sucked the spot, harder than the spots on your neck and you gritted your teeth.

“I want you to fuck me,” you said when he let go of the sensitive skin and moved over to repeat the whole process on the other breast. This time you were prepared for the pain to come and when you looked down your body you saw the marks that he covered you in.

“But I’m not done marking my property yet,” he hummed against your skin and you let out a frustrated sigh. 

He was always good at getting you worked up and right now, you really wanted him before the others came over.

JJ opened your pants and you lifted your hips so he could pull your shorts and panties down, leaving them at your ankles.

“Hm, so wet for me.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your wet center which made you moan. You tried to buck your hips upward, closer to the face he was already pulling back but there was no chance. 

You pouted and watched how he kissed down your inner thighs. Open mouthed kisses, sucking in between and sometimes he bit down hard, leaving a lot of marks on your inner thighs.

It was almost too much, the pain of his bites and the arousal pooling between your legs, dripping down on the cushions below you. You were sure that if he touched your clit only for a few seconds, you would come apart. 

“You really like this, huh?” he asked when he watched the wetness between your legs become more and more.

“Of course I do, you idiot. Can you please fuck me now?” You literally begged him and there was a glint in his eyes that couldn’t hide that he loved it when you did this.

“Why should I?” He licked his bottom lip and looked in your eyes, then between your legs and back up again.

“I want you to mark me on the inside too,” you said with as much confidence as you could muster up and it seemed to do the trick.

It only took him a couple of seconds to completely remove his pants and boxershorts, meanwhile you had kicked away the clothes still around your ankles.

His dick moved inside of you with one, smooth stroke, your wetness coating it enough to be able to do this without any pain or stretching beforehand.

When he was between you, your legs wrapped around him and you hissed in pain when the bite marks on your inner thighs came in contact with his skin. They were more sensitive than you had thought. You almost came from just the feeling of him inside of you but you held back, wanting to wait so you could release together.

“Fuck, you feel so good around me,” he murmured as he thrusted into you, hands between your face, his whole body just towering over you.

He leaned down to kiss you but couldn’t stop himself from biting your bottom lip, pulling on it a little while he kept a ruthless pace up.

Suddenly a noise you both knew very well came up and he stopped for a moment, both your heads going toward the window near the entrance.

The Twinkie had just pulled around, there was no mistake. That old car would make the same stupid noises for the time it would run.

“Shit,” you said and groaned in frustration but then you felt how JJ started moving again.

“What the-?” you were about to complain but his deep thrusts became so intense that you had to swallow any words you were about to say. Instead you had to bite down on your arm to keep yourself from moaning so loud.

“I’m not going to stop now. I’ll mark you from inside, just like you wanted to.” That stupid grin on his face was so big and he was so proud of himself and god, you hated and loved him at the same time.

Muffled voices reached your ears and JJ only sped up more, causing you to moan around the skin of your arm that you were biting so hard you weren’t even sure if you were about to draw blood.

With one last, deep and hard thrust JJ came inside of you and you felt how he was painting your inside with his cum. He growled as he came, louder than expected and you prayed that the people outside didn’t hear it. You weren’t sure who was there, only John B, maybe Sarah too, maybe they had picked up the whole crew. 

As his hot semen was spurting inside of you, you finally let go too, coming with him together. You loved it when the two of you came together and you had trained hard so you would be able to hold back whenever it was needed.

He pulled out of you quickly and grabbed his clothes, putting them on quickly.

“Lovely,” he said when he looked between your legs, watching how his cum dripped out of you. “I wouldn’t let it run out though. They’re almost here and you won’t have enough time to get cleaned up or clean the cushions.”

The blonde boy laughed when he saw your blushed face and you reached over to pull your panties on quickly.

You could clearly hear John B and Sarah approaching now.

JJ walked towards the door and waved at them. “Hey guys!” he called over to them and they greeted him back.

You weren’t sure if you ever got dressed this quickly, running a hand through your hair to make it look less messy.

Without thinking you simply turned the cushion around, hoping no one would notice. It would dry soon enough.

“The two of you are here early,” John B commented as he and Sarah walked inside and JJ just smirked at you behind their backs.

“Yeah, I got off work earlier and JJ lives here anyway,” you said with a nonchalant shrug while you felt JJ’s cum dripping out of you, coating your panties in wetness.

Sarah gave you a look and you groaned while blushing. John B might be oblivious to the amount of times you and JJ had sex at his place but Sarah clearly almost always knew.

When your best friend saw your reaction she just grinned at you and picked the chair to sit on purpose.

[outsideratheart]

When in New York (Kelley O’ Hara x reader)

Part 2

You had just finished post game media following your game against New York Liberty. You weren’t a huge fan of doing media but it made it easier considering Seattle had won. 

You leave the conference room with Stewie who you had been doing the interview with.

“You seeing your family tonight” You shake your head.

“What about you?” She nods hers.

She bumps her shoulder into yours “Two New Yorkers beat New York in New York. Sounds like something to celebrate to me” She says and maybe she had a point.

You both walk into the locker room, some players have already left and some were still packing up.

“Y/N? Megan texted saying that her and a couple other teammates are at your parents restaurant and asked if we wanted to meet up with them” Sue asks.

Very few people knew about the family restaurant, you wanted to keep it a secret so that it could stay authentic. Your family was Italian and the restaurant was like a little piece of Italy in New York. The only people that knew where your Storm teammates and Megan, the honorary team mom.

You look at sue and she is giving you the look. After signing for the team she had taken you under her wing meaning that the two of you had got quite close.

“Ok, ok. No need to give me that look” You says.

After a quick shower and a change of clothes you leave the area, luckily for you the restaurant is only a few blocks away so you and Sue opted to walk saying that I would be your cool down / recovery.

“You said teammates” you says putting air-quotes around the word teammates “who’s there?” You ask.

“Alex and Kelley” she says which instantly bring a smile to your face.

“I thought that would cheer you up”

“Shut up”

You had a crush on Kelley, both Sue and Megan knew it. You met her last year when to US were playing in Seattle and Megan had invited you to a game. There was something about the defender that you really liked. You wasn’t if it was the fact that on the pitch she is a beast and off she is teddy but always had fun when you were with her.

You both enter the restaurant being greeted by your mom as soon as you come through the door.

“Mrs L/N nice to see you again” Sue says.

“Sue I have told you before, you can call me Maria” You mom says as she hugs you and sue makes her way to your friends.

“buon gioco dolce ragazza” (good game sweet girl) she tells you.

“grazie mamma” you reply kissing her cheek.

Meanwhile sue heads towards to table of soccer players.

She waves at everyone getting a mixture of hi’s and hello’s 

“Hi babe” She says kissing her girlfriend on the cheek. 

“Hi” Megan replies. “Where Y/N?” She asks noticing that you wasn’t behind sue.

“She’s in here somewhere” Sue says. She knew that you would probably been saying hi to your dad in the kitchen but she couldn’t tell them that.

“See Kel, you have a few more moments to get your crush in check” Alex jokes with her friend.

“Shut up!” Kelley replies.

“Hi guys” you say as to approach the table.

You notice Kelley staring at you so you take the opportunity to tease her.

“Like what you see?” You say making the defender blush.

“Have you ordered food yet?” You ask.

“No we were waiting for you. We know we are having though” Alex tells you as she hands you a menu.

“Thanks but I don’t need it” You say handing the menu to Sue who shakes her head letting you know she doesn’t need it either.

“You already know what you’re having?” Kelley asks.

“Not exactly” Sue says which confuses the others.

Looking around the restaurant you catch the attention of one of the waiters.

You let him know you are ready to order. 

Each of the women tell him what they want and then it is your’s and sue’s turn.

You look at sue and she nods her head.

“dì a gianni che avremo quello che consiglia” (tell gianni we will have what he recommends) Sue says 

“Certo” The waiter says.

You look at Sue and smile in approval.

“You getting very good, maybe time for a trip” You say.

“You speak Italian?” Kelley asks Sue.

“Y/N does and she has been teaching me for the past couple of years”

“Who is Gianni?” Alex asks.

“He is the chef here” You explain.

You start talking about the storm game when you mom bring across a bottle of limoncello hand you the bottle and 5 shot glasses.

“Grazie” You say

You pour everyone a glass and hand them out. 

“You get table service here?” Kelley asks.

“No, I asked for it when I came in” You reply.

You raise you class and everyone copies.

“Here to us. We change the game and provide hope for the next generation of female athletes” You say and everyone takes a sip except Kelley who shots it.

“You sip it Kel. If not you’ll be on the floor an hour” Megan says.

“You would know” you tease causing you and the forward to laugh.

“I will pour you another but this here” you say pointing to the bottle “is the real stuff, not something you find in a liquor store. It comes straight from a vineyard in Italy where this restaurant makes it’s wine” 

“You know a lot about this restaurant, the chef’s name and now where it makes it’d alcohol” Alex questions.

“What can I say, I have been coming here since I was a baby” you explain.

“that’s one way to put it” sue says under her breath, no quiet enough though as you send her a glare.

You look at Kelley as she takes a sip.

“Tastes better doesn’t it” She nods her head.

Your food arrives and you all say how nice it looks and smells. 

“Oh.my.god” Kelley says between mouthfuls.

“I agree, this is incredible. Megan how did you find this place? Alex asks.

“Y/N” Megan replies and Alex nods remembering that you said you came here when I was younger.

Conversation is small and simple as you all focus on your food.

You thank the waiter telling him the the food was delicious as he clears the table.

“Y/N can I ask you a question” Kelley asks.

“Only if I can ask you one?” 

“Why Italian and are you fluent” She asks

“I’m Italian so I had to learn in order to talk to family in Sicily”

“Prove it. Tell me something in Italian?” 

“quando ci siamo conosciuti pensavo fossi la persona più bella del mondo”

“Sounds very romantic” Alex says.

“What does it mean?” Kelley asks.

“it means ‘when we met I thought you were the most beautiful person in the world’” You tell her making sure to look her in the eyes when you say it.

Kelley is at a loss for words, what is she suppose to say to that. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable” You say slowly regretting what you said, not that you didn’t mean because you did.

“I’ll go get us some more drinks” you says excusing yourself from the table.

“Kelley” Alex says trying to get her friends attention.

“Does she say that kind of thing to everyone?” Kelley asks sue.

She shakes her head “She isn’t that type of person Kelley”

“You should tell her how you feel” Megan suggests.

Kelley shakes her head “what if she doesn’t feel the same way”

“You honestly think that after hearing what she just said” Alex says not believing her friends blindness.

You walk back to the table with two bottles of red wine.

“Dessert wine anyone?” You say trying to avoid the awkwardness. “trust me, this will be the best you tasted”

“It’s what they make in Italy right?” Alex says, you nod pouring her a glass.

Out of all the woman at the table to knew that Alex was the one that drank wine. You wait eagerly to see If she likes it. 

“Nice right”

Alex nods her head.

You all sip on your wine talking about everything and anything, for a moment you forget that you are all major athletes and it just feels like a group of friends catching up.

Once you are done Alex gets the attention of the waiter for the bill but he tells them that it has been settled.

She looks around the table confused but notices that Megan and Sue and looking directly at you.

“Y/N” 

“What? We don’t do this very often. Let me treat my friends”

“Thank you” Alex and Kelley say at the same time.

You are just about to leave when your mom comes to the table.

“Did you all enjoy your meal?” She asks. 

“It was incredible, I cannot wait to come back” Kelley says.

“I agree, I will definitely come back whenever we are in New York” Alex says.

“I’ll see you two soon ok” she says putting an arm around Sue and Megan. She had met them numerous times when she came to Seattle but her comment stumped the other two.

“Of course, next time your in Seattle you have to show me how to make your lasagne, I always eat the ones you make Y/N” Megan looks at you when you realises what she said.

It looks like your secret was about to get two new keepers.

“Alex, Kelley” your mom says now directed her attention to the other two soccer players “Any friends of my daughters are always welcome here”

“Wait, your daughter?” Kelley says looking at you confused.

“Meet my mom Maria” you say.

“This makes more sense. It is why you know so much about this restaurant” Alex says.

You nod your head.

You all make sure your way our of the restaurant. You had learned that Megan, Alex and Kelley were all staying in the same hotel as you and sue so you walked back together. Sue, Megan and Alex walk ahead leaving you and Kelley alone.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable earlier, it’s just that whenever I am near you I feel this connection and thought maybe you felt it too. I wouldn’t have said what I said if I didn't” you say

“I wasn’t uncomfortable, you caught me of guard. Nobody has every said something like that to me, definitely not in Italian” Kelley explains.

“I find that hard to believe, I mean look at you, you are beautiful” You say.

Kelley blushes again which you find adorable “ You were right before. I feel the connection too but I never did anything about it because we live so far away from each other”

“Can’t we just let ourself be happy even it it’s only a short period of time. We focus so much on the bigger picture that we don’t see what is right in front of us” You tell her.

“What do you have in mind?” She asks and you smile, you had wanted to do this for a quite a while.

“When do you leave New York?”

“Not until the day after tomorrow” 

“Perfect! Have breakfast with me?”

“I would love to” she replies.

Kelley stops walking “for the record, I find you very beautiful too”

You smile holding you hand out and she takes it.

You walk back to the hotel hand in hand, not talking just making the most of each others company whilst you can.