#um idek what to call this

[skyburger]

number one jim houseman (secretary of defense) fan of all time... thats me baby

[dovveri]

upskill from student to parent

synopsis: one of your students has the most obvious crush on you, but you have the most obvious crush on his mother.

warnings: swearing? maybe idek AHAHA

w/c: 6.9k

a/n: kind of an homage to my fav person on this app @miinatozakiii ‘s first published work the kindergarten teacher sana 🙂‍↕️ happy late one year anniversary babe 🥰

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“alright kids, don't forget i'm seeing most of your parents tonight so if you want to make a good impression, you better start doing your homework because i know most of you don't!"

there are collective groans across the classroom as they pack up their things and leave, thanking you as they head out the door to their next period.

you giggle, recalling the days you were a student in their position, you rarely did your math homework as well.

"ms. l/n?"

you look up from your desk with a smile.

"i- um- i just wanted to s-say- thank you for this lesson. i was really- um- struggling with derivatives when you introduced them last time but you made it really clear this class."

you beam, appreciating the feedback, "that's great to hear hideki! if you have any more trouble in the future please be sure to let me know, i'll be happy to set up bonus small group classes or even individual sessions if you guys need the help."

"t-thanks ms. l/n. that's really nice of you."

"it's my job hideki." you smile, "did you need any help with anything else?"

he shakes his head shyly, hand at the back of his neck, "that was all! thanks again miss!"

"no worries, i'll see you tonight?"

he agrees happily, darting out the door with his cheeks flushed.

it wasn't the first time a student had had a crush on you. it was normally harmless. some of them had tried to confess to you over the years, usually waiting until after they graduated because they thought it’d be okay if you no longer had a student-teacher relationship. some of them would confess while you were still their teacher regardless, those were a little tougher because you had to continue teaching them and watch them pout and lose motivation to do their schoolwork and act awkward around you, no longer wanting to participate in class or ask questions if they didn’t understand something. you’d try to let them down gently, and if you noticed they were struggling with coursework, you’d pull them aside or ask another one of the teachers to check in on them.

most of the time though, they were just simple little crushes that would pass with time or after they moved out of your class. you didn't entertain them but it was cute seeing your students in their awkward teen years discovering feelings for the first time.

you stretch, yawning, but yelp when someone's finger jabs into your exposed armpit.

there's a burst of laughter and you frown, staring at the intruder.

"really nayeon?"

the english teacher rolls her eyes with a cheeky grin, "saw hideki on the way out. did he give you that confession note?"

"what confession note?"

nayeon hops a little, a hand covering her mouth, "oh shit."

you narrow your eyes. "tell me."

she grins, not really apologetic for having accidentally spilt her student’s secret, "saw him decorating a card and everything in english class today. his grammar was a little off so i just helped him correct it a little. oh ms. l/n. how i wish to be able to call you by your first name. how i wish to be able to hold you and-" she puts on an exaggerated romeo-like voice and pose, back of her hand coming up to her forehead.

you stand up, slapping her lightly with a blush, "why did you encourage him?!"

she shrugs with a laugh, "i'm an english teacher. gotta make sure the kids are using the language right even if it's for illicit love notes."

you huff, packing up your desk and getting ready to go to lunch, "can't he find a nice girl his age to be in love with? i'm sure he has so many options since he's the star player of the school basketball team and everything."

"something about you attracts the kiddies y/n."

you scrunch your nose, "ew. that sounds gross. i don't even like younger men."

"women?"

"no preference. just someone in the same life stage y'know?"

"wait should i be offended? how come no student has ever confessed to me? aren't english teachers supposed to be like a gay girl's awakening?"

you laugh, ignoring the woman's question, dragging her out of your classroom and to lunch together before you both have to attend to your kids again.

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you enjoyed your job, but parent-teacher interviews were probably your least favourite part of it. if you wanted to deal with parents all day you'd have become a primary school teacher.

there were all kinds of them, some who didn't show up, some who didn't care, some who cared too much, some who were clueless, and some who thought they could do your job better than you.

you rub your temples, grateful for the little 5 minute break you're afforded in between quick 10 minute interviews that would normally go on for longer than that. you blink around the room, the other mathematics teachers gathered in the same classroom, nayeon was down the hall with the other english teachers. you were the youngest of them all, there was a pretty big shortage of secondary mathematics teachers across the country, so it meant maths teachers were putting off retirement for longer so they can continue to support kids, but it still left a lot of gaps that could be filled to give your students the best education they deserved.

you've dazed off enough that you barely register hideki almost bounding in, still in his basketball uniform from after-school practice.

he grins, sliding into the seat opposite yours, "hi ms. l/n!"

you return the smile, "hey hideki." even though you knew about his obvious crush on you, he was still one of your favourite students, maybe it was because he had the crush on you that he was more eager to follow instructions and to prove himself and ask questions whenever he was confused that made him one of the easiest to teach.

and then a woman in a sleek beige coat next to hideki catches your attention. your gaze flicks over to hers. and it can't seem to break away.

she's the most beautiful human being you've ever laid your eyes on. her hair is dyed an autumn brown, wavy locks tucked behind ears, expensive gold jewelry adorning her neck, ears, hands. her eyes match the colour of her hair, a deep fawn brown you could stare into for hours. she's got the most perfect nose you've ever seen, you almost itched to measure it, find the angle of it, the way it led to her pretty lips, full and parted, inviting, pulling you in. and then you realise they're curling up slightly, and you snap your eyes back up to hers to see a mirthful glint in them.

you cough, blushing brightly, "h-hello mrs. hayashi."

"just sana is fine. minatozaki sana. i never married hideki’s father." her voice is silky smooth, there's a certain drawl to it too, it makes you want to listen to her voice on repeat, teasing out every inflection in tone.

you can feel your blush reaching the tips of your ears, "o-oh sorry! i didn't know i apologise!"

sana laughs, it's bright and airy, you don't think you've heard anything purer. "nothing to be sorry about. we broke up a long time ago. when hideki was still very young."

you nod, deciding you can't continue staring at her or you may just faint, so you look down at your files, shuffling them around with no purpose, just to give your hands something to do.

"so how's hideki doing in class?" you can hear the smirk in her voice, her attentive eyes watching as you fumble around.

"he's um- very good- he always makes sure to ask questions whenever he's stuck on anything, and he's probably one of my only students who keeps up with his homework."

"well that's good isn't it deki? what were you so nervous for?" sana teases her son as he blushes, mumbling something under his breath.

you speak up again, "nothing to be nervous about. hideki is one of my best students, he keeps up very well despite his extra curriculars."

sana snorts, "i wish we could say the same about his other subjects. it seems maths is the only thing he tries in."

"mom!"

"what? you heard what your english teacher said. you need to spend some more time editing your own work than you do shooting hoops."

you laugh, "i'm sure his english is alright. nayeon can be a pretty harsh teacher."

sana looks at you again with an eyebrow raised, you quickly look away. "just wait until you read some of his work ms. l/n. you'll be surprised."

hideki blushes again, deciding he won't be giving you that love confession note he has in his bag after all.

"is there anything else i can do for him then? any particular areas he may be struggling in or any recommendations of what we can implement at home to make sure his maths marks stay consistent?"

"homework really. maths is a very practical subject so the more practice he gets the better grasp he'll have. especially with strange or out-of-the-box questions exams may throw at him; it helps a lot if he's practiced with as many question varieties as possible, most people are going to get those 1 or 2 markers, but the bigger questions that really need you to apply the concepts you learn are where you'll start to see distinctions between the students that just study and the students that really have the aptitude and patience for mathematics."

"never was me." sana jokes.

you smile, still avoiding her gaze, your cheeks pink, "i'm sure you would have been a prize student ms. minatozaki."

"just sana." she has a teasing smile on her face.

"r-right. sana."

it's quiet for a few seconds, hideki looks between his mother and you, squinting a little in confusion.

sana coughs, beginning to stand and holding out a hand, "well it was nice meeting you ms. l/n. i can finally understand why hideki goes on and on about his gorgeous maths teacher."

"mom!"

you blush again, taking her hand, almost melting at how soft it felt against yours, forcing yourself to meet her eyes again to be polite. you have to bring your other hand to hold your wrist when you shake it, to support your jelly-like arm in her presence. "it was nice meeting you too sana."

she tightens her grip, smirking a little, "i hope this won't be the last i'll be seeing you. have a good night."

and with that she's off, hideki whining and complaining next to her about how she's embarassed him. it was a little funny considering their height difference, hideki was a basketball player so he had to be tall for his sport, and sana was just a few centimetres shorter than you, though her aura commanded attention, her posture was perfect, you're caught staring at the slight sway in her hips as she walks away, but you quickly reprimand yourself, blushing even brighter at having realised you were just checking out your student's parent.

god she had your mind a mess, and you had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time for this to happen.

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you were so out of your comfort zone. you barely knew anything about basketball. but nayeon just had to drag you to be co-supervisors for your school's basketball team since you didn’t have the funds for a real P.E. teacher. even worse, the parent volunteer just happened to be minatozaki sana, the parent you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about since your first meeting with her weeks ago.

nayeon noticed your odd behaviour immediately of course. so being the annoyingly loveable best friend she was, she made herself scarce, herding the kids away with every opportunity and trying to get you and sana alone as much as possible.

that’s how you were now stuck with the woman of your dreams, sharing a hotel room in the place you were staying for the duration of the games.

“are you sure you don’t want me to get another room? the individual room was originally supposed to be meant for you- i can’t believe nayeon let herself get sick and stole it from you.”

sana giggles, plopping down her weekend bag. “it’s alright ms. l/n. i don’t mind sharing rooms with a pretty woman like you.”

you blushed brightly. that was the other problem with sana. she was a flirt. every chance she got she’d make some sort of teasing remark on the way here, or brush a little too close than what was acceptable for friends, and you were barely even friends.

“j-just y/n is fine. i feel weird if someone my age is calling me by my last name like that.”

“how do you know i’m your age?” she smirks.

“o-oh! i just- i mean- i- i’m in my early 30s and you look quite young and but hideki is already 16 so i just assumed um-“

she laughs again, “thank you for the compliment. you’re right. i had hideki when i was 19. his dad promised to take care of him, provide for us, y’know… all the works. he couldn’t take it and left not even a year into hideki’s life. i ended up having to drop out of university and learn to balance work and a baby. my parents weren't any good either, said it was my fault for getting knocked up so early in my life and that i should've been prepared for the consequences."

you perch on the end of your bed, listening attentively while she unpacks her things, "i'm sorry you had to go through that."

she shrugs, "made me who i am today. and plus i have hideki now. and he'll always have me. what about you? any kids? partner?"

you blush as she turns back to you, copying your stance and sitting on her bed facing you. "no. i’ve always been around kids so there’s not exactly a ton of romantic prospects.” you joke.

sana laughs, “what about nayeon?”

you cringe immediately, “ew gross no. we’re just friends. there aren’t that many young teachers that aren’t already married and who aren’t spread all over the country so nayeon and i easily clicked because we’re similar in age and single. not that it’s difficult to get along with the older teachers there’s just some things that we’ll be able to do that they might not necessarily want to anymore… like drink or whatever.”

“are you looking for anyone then?” there’s a smirk on sana’s face that you know can only mean she’s up to no good.

“u-um- well- i mean- uh- like if it comes it comes i’m not actively looking for it. i’m happy with the kids even if i die old and alone because there’s always going to be more kids to teach so i’m never really going to be alone unless i quit or get fired.”

“i really admire teachers y’know. you can take care of a classroom of kids and offer them knowledge when someone like my ex boyfriend couldn’t even handle one child.”

while you were talking, you didn’t even notice that sana had moved onto your bed, sitting next to you, shoulders touching, eyes peering into yours.

you chuckle awkwardly, “w-well i’m actually not that great with younger kids.”

sana frowns, “don’t do that. bringing yourself down to defend a shitty man are both things i don’t want to hear. from what i’ve seen, you love your job and you really care about your kids. you should be proud of that. teachers don’t get enough of the appreciation they should.”

“t-thank you sana.”

“of course.”

it’s quiet after that, and more than awkward. you have no idea where to look, suddenly conscious of her body pressed against yours, fiddling with your hands, feeling sweat build up.

sana just watches you with a glint in her eye, observing all of your actions.

she breaks the tension that seemingly came out of nowhere first, “how do you feel about me?”

your eyes widen, not expecting such a straightforward question, “s-sorry?”

“you’re nervous. do i make you nervous y/n?”

your blush was pretty much permanently fixed on your face now.

“u-um-“

“it’s okay if i do. i just hope it's for the right reasons." she pouts. it's criminal. "you'd tell me if there was something else right?"

"r-right! yes of course yes-"

"good. so you're nervous because you find me attractive?" her pout morphs into a smirk within nanoseconds.

"um- i-"

"you said you'd tell me if it was something else remember?" and then she's straight back into a pout. it was giving you whiplash, the change in expressions, dizzying you.

"um- i- yes- you are- yes you are very pretty and-"

"so you want to kiss me?"

"um-!"

sana finally lets you go, laughing brightly and moving away to give you some space before you burst or melted.

"just joking y/n. i'm sorry you're just too easy to tease and your reactions are adorable!"

you can breathe again, the oxygen finally reaching your brain now that sana wasn't so close to you, and your lips turn downward, imitating her pout from earlier, "sana!"

she continues laughing, going back to unpacking her things while you collect yourself and think just how you were going to survive the two days away sharing a room with the potential love of your life who also happened to be a massive tease.

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thankfully, the rest of the night was pretty uneventful. you checked in on all the boys, made sure they had all had dinner and weren't planning anything irresponsible like a party behind your backs or anything. you also checked in on nayeon who in your professional opinion, looked absolutely fine, having ordered room service and was in one of the hotel robes with her feet kicked up enjoying a face mask and a bottle of wine all to herself.

sana also didn't try anything else when you retired to your own hotel room after doing the rounds on the boys' rooms again to make sure they were all in bed and getting the rest they needed before their game tomorrow. you're not sure if you were grateful or disappointed she didn't, but you quickly pushed her out of your mind, needing to rest as well before having to wake up early to take all the kids to the stadium.

you're knocking loudly on the last room you were meant to check on, annoyed the boys were taking so long, you were all meant to meet in the lobby 10 minutes ago for your bus to the stadium.

when you sigh, prepared to rap your knuckles against the door again, it falls away, revealing a distressed hideki and his roommate for the trip.

"ms. l/n! i'm so sorry we're late eric had some trouble um-" he looks behind him, "we're pretty much ready now! just got to grab some last minute stuff and-" he leaves the door open, continuing his ramble while you cross your arms, tapping your foot impatiently, watching the boys run around the room collecting last minute things and throwing them into gym bags.

by the time they're almost done, sana's snuck up behind you, peeking over your shoulder.

"deki! what are you doing? are you the one holding everyone up? what kind of example are you setting for your team if the team captain's late?"

you jump at her voice, not having noticed her standing right behind you. you turn, admiring her side profile, she's got her hair up today, but still looks as expensive as the first time you saw her.

hideki blushes at his mom yelling at him, picking up his pace a little and jabbing eric, telling him to hurry up.

sana notices you staring at her and turns with a smile, "hi y/n. missed you this morning."

you fluster immediately, snapping your eyes away, "u-um sorry! i uh- got up early and didn't want to wake you and decided to get breakfast early on my own before making sure all the kids were awake."

she pouts, "you should've woken me. we could've had breakfast together."

"s-sorry i'll remember for next time."

"next time? you planning on waking up next to me again y/n?"

you can hear the teasing tone in her voice without needing to look at her, "i meant tomorrow! tomorrow morning."

sana giggles next to your ear, relenting when hideki and eric finally finish up, slightly out of breath when they come up to you, hideki apologising to you profusely, almost bowing down in the hotel hallway while holding all his heavy gym bags before you stop him, embarrassed enough by his mother watching the interaction closely with a curious glint in her eyes.

by the time you get downstairs nayeon already has most of the kids on the bus, reprimanding the two late boys again before letting them go and telling them to get on the bus as well. she had claimed her sickness was miraculously cured overnight, and that all she needed was a good night's sleep in a hotel room by herself.

she had teased both you and sana, asking sana innocently if she'd want to change rooms again now that she wasn't sick, but sana had said it'd be too much work and she didn't mind sharing a room with you anyway. nayeon elbowed you making an exaggerated show of her eyebrows wriggling around when sana wasn't looking, winking and looking all too satisfied with herself. you ignored her, strutting ahead and onto the bus, crossing your arms and pouting.

sana comes up next, giggling at you and plopping down on the seat next to yours. thankfully, the bus ride to the stadium wouldn't take long this time, the ride here was almost 5 hours long, and sana had taken a liking to sleeping on your shoulder almost the entire way there. you were stiff and couldn't wait to fall into bed when nayeon pulled her sick move and ruined your plans of being able to relax, not possible in the presence of the other woman.

the kids are rowdy and energetic, hyping each other up on the bus. you have to tell them to quieten down a few times but you let them get away with most of what they do, smiling at the sight of them so eager for their game.

when you arrive, nayeon's the first to stand, using her loud voice and commanding attention, her voice that should've been at least a little hoarse from her apparent sickness yesterday.

"alright! remember you're representing your school district now! and you're sharing this space with other people so i don't want to hear you guys as loud as you were on this bus okay? i won't hesitate to bench anyone who fools around too much and that means you won't get to play and you'd have come all this way for nothing understand?"

nayeon really was strict as a teacher, but you knew she loved her job as much as you did.

the kids nod, determined to be good, adrenaline running from the excitement of almost getting to the court.

you step off the bus first, talking to the bus driver and letting them know when they can come back and pick you guys up to go back to the hotel. then the kids are hopping off the bus one by one, and you're making sure they don't run off or do anything stupid while waiting for everyone to assemble.

by the time the team is actually on the court and warming up, you're almost as excited as them, the atmosphere of the stadium hyping you up, sitting on the sidelines with towels and water bottles ready for their breaks. you had tried to study up a little on what exactly went on in basketball, the rules and the basics, the kids may not have a coach but you still wanted to be as supportive as you could even though your job only required you to supervise them safely between the venues and the hotel.

"have you come to a lot of these games?" you ask sana mindlessly, watching as the boys start doing practice shots and drills.

"yeah. i try to go to as many of deki's things as i can."

"that's very sweet. it's really good for the kids, when the parents show up to things they work hard for."

sana hums. "i try."

"he's lucky to have you."

"i think he may appreciate you a little more though." she teases, bumping shoulders with you.

you laugh, "he'll get over it. they all do."

"this has happened before?"

you shrug, "i swear i don't do anything out of the ordinary. maybe i'm just nicer than nayeon."

"so your type obviously isn't kids. what is it?" sana teases.

you blush, "i don't know. i don't really have one i think."

"oh come on. everyone says that. tell me the truth. i won't judge i promise."

you roll your eyes, smiling, "well... i think at this point in my life i just want someone who wants to settle down. i'm not that young anymore and i've already achieved what i wanted in my career so all i really want now is someone to share the rest of my life with."

"boring! c'mon gimme the juicy stuff. like personality, physical attributes." she pokes you with a grin on her face as well.

"fine fine. i guess when it comes to women i tend to like slightly older women, extroverted, good with kids obviously, i don't reaaaally care for all the physical stuff but probably someone around my height i guess."

"stand up for me."

you do as she asks, confused, then she stands up as well, stepping in almost eye-to-eye. you flush immediately. she brings her hand to measure the top of her head, knocking it against your forehead.

then she smirks, "so i'm pretty much your type then?"

you stutter, falling backwards and back into your seat, mumbling incoherently. sana giggles, sitting back down as well.

"if it's any consolation, my type in women tends to be slightly taller, good with kids, a little awkward, gets flustered easily, but loves her job."

you blink at her, still processing her words when the buzzer sounds signaling the start of the game.

sana winks, then turns her attention to the game, cheering on your school's team as they get in starting position. nayeon jogs over to join you both on the sideline bench, cheering as well. you put your muddled thoughts aside to focus on being there for the kids, but sana's confession? was it even a confession? never left the back of your mind.

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your school won. the boys are ecstatic, clapping each other on the back, streamers are thrown, the crowd is wild, loving the game they witnessed.

eventually, the stadium clears out while the boys cooldown. the janitors come and kick everyone off the floor soon enough, the kids still whooping and parading around their championship trophy, taking pictures with smiles all around.

you smile fondly as well, watching them leave the stadium, so proud of themselves. but then there's a cough behind you, and you turn, surprised to see hideki still there, not leading his team off on their victory lap.

"you okay hideki?"

the boy blushes, rubbing the back of his neck shyly, still in his team uniform, sweat running down his body.

"i um- i was actually wondering if we could talk?"

you frown, immediately concerned, "yeah of course. what's up?"

his eyes flit around, making sure the stadium is pretty much empty except for the janitors cleaning up after the game. and then he looks back at you, you're struck then how much he looks like sana, he has her nose, her eyes, you never noticed before but after spending more time with sana, you can start to see parts of her in her son.

he clears his throat again, obviously nervous, wringing his hands out, "u-um- so i promised myself that if we won this game, i'd finally be truthful to both myself and you. so um- ms. l/n... i think i'm in love with you!" he bows deeply with his confession.

you stand there, slightly in shock despite knowing about his feelings for a long time now. and then you feel terrible, having to reject him on what was supposed to be one of the highlights of his high school experience.

you tap his shoulder lightly, non-verbally asking him to straighten up, he flinches at the touch, eyes fierce when they meet yours.

"hideki... i'm sorry. i don't feel the same way about you. you're my student, i care about all of you equally, but never as more than a student."

his face breaks your heart, you see sana in him, it's almost like you made sana cry.

"is it my age? what if i graduated? would you be interested in me after i graduated?" he's desperate, reaching for any possibility where you could return his feelings.

you shake your head, offering a gentle smile, "i'm sorry hideki. i know you'll find the right person for you one day though. that person just isn't going to be me."

his head droops down, hair coming to cover his eyes as he stares down at his shoes, trying to hide his tears. "i understand. thank you for taking the time to listen to me ms. l/n. i'll get out of your hair now." and then he's jogging off behind you towards the exit.

you sigh, turning around, surprised to see sana there, frowning when she sees hideki in tears approaching her.

she looks between him and you in confusion, but hideki reaches her first. she cups his face, asking him what happened, but he refuses to speak, and sana brings him down into her hugging him and patting his back.

she glances at you then, still frowning. your heart sinks, not sure what sorts of conclusions she could be drawing, but knowing right now, it looked like you had said or done something that made her son cry.

she leads him away, you ache to tell her what really happened, but you know you should keep your distance for the sake of your student right now, you just pray sana doesn't think of you any differently.

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the rest of the day goes by in a blur. the boys go out for celebratory dinner. they notice their captain is a lot more down than usual, and they try cheering him up, playing games at dinner, laughing and teasing each other, but nothing seems to be working.

you couldn't help but feel a little guilty, and sana hadn't spoken to you since the game. you're not sure if it's on purpose or if she's just busy keeping the kids entertained and checking on hideki every once in a while, but not wanting to smother him with all his friends around. he doesn't seem to mind though, in fact he only responds to sana, even when his friends try and include him he stays quiet, picking at his food aimlessly.

when you get back to the hotel, you give a speech about how they shouldn't sleep too late even though you could understand their excitement still remaining from winning the championships, they still had to get up early tomorrow so you could take the bus back home. nayeon would normally give the speech since she was a little more threatening than you, but she was also currently wasted, having gone a little too hard on the celebrations with the boys. she was currently leaning on you, almost dozing off as you rattled off instructions and rules before sending them all off to their rooms.

sana's gone with them before you can speak to her, so you sigh, wrapping an arm around nayeon's waist and helping your friend back to her own room, setting her in bed and pulling the covers up, turning off the lights and leaving a cup of water next to her bedside for when she wakes up later.

you feel nervous going back to your own room, unsure of what sana thinks of you now.

you open the door, almost grateful to hear the shower on, indicating the other woman was cleaning herself up.

you anxiously start packing your things up, cleaning around the room a little and grabbing clothes for your shower.

the shower turns off and your heart rate increases tenfold. you still have some time before she comes out though, so you continue to busy yourself, cleaning anything and everything.

"y/n?"

you turn quickly at her voice, almost fainting at the sight of her wrapped only in a towel. you yelp, turning back around just as quickly, "s-sorry!"

sana giggles, padding up to her bed, "it's okay. i left my clothes out here."

you can hear the rustle of her towel being dropped and her starting to dress yourself. your face is burning up, trying desperately to clear your mind of thoughts of a very naked sana standing right behind you, probably watching you make a fool out of yourself.

"i'm dressed." she teases, plopping down onto her bed.

you turn with a sigh, but tense up when you realise her definition of dressed was a very thin camisole and shorts that really shouldn't be considered shorts.

sana smirks at your gaze, crossing her legs and watching the way your eyes follow the movement, drinking in the skin.

"so what happened with you and deki?"

your eyes snap back up to hers at the reminder, the guilt of it all coming back.

"i'm sorry- i didn't- i hope you know i didn't mean to-"

sana giggles, grabbing the towel to start drying her hair, "relax y/n. i figured as much. he wouldn't tell me what happened but i assume it had something to do with his feelings for you?"

you gulp, nodding, not trusting your voice.

"like you said at the game, he'll get over it."

"you're not mad at me?"

she frowns, "why would i be mad at you?"

"well i- i thought you were avoiding me at dinner and- i mean i did just reject your son-"

sana lets out a loud laugh, "i think i'd be more mad if you didn't reject him. and i wasn't avoiding you. were you looking for my attention y/n?" she teases, wringing out her hair.

"oh. i'm glad then. that you weren't avoiding me. i was worried." you mumble, ignoring her question, knowing she was just trying to get a reaction out of you.

she stands up, brushing her hair behind her shoulders, walking up to you slowly. "why were you worried?"

you focus on a spot on the hotel carpet, avoiding her gaze, "i didn't want you to think i was- i don't know- i just didn't want you to think of me differently i guess."

"why do you care what i think of you?"

you blush, "well- i mean- i- you're- you're a parent of my student."

sana hums, still moving closer at a painfully slow pace, "is that all i am to you?"

"uh- well- no... you're um- you're sana."

she giggles, now toe-to-toe with you. "i am."

you almost let out a gasp when her cool fingers touch your chin, tilting your head up slightly to look her in the eyes. her eyes search yours, then they move over your face, tracing your features. you lick your lips unconsciously, the tension between the two of you unable to be explained by a simple parent-teacher relationship, or even a friendship anymore.

"it's funny." her voice is lower now, spoken right onto your lips, there was no need for volume, you were only inches apart. "i almost wonder if my ex would've fallen for you too."

you're dizzy from being so close to her, mind playing catch up. "t-too?"

"yeah. hideki fell for you. i wonder if you could just have my whole family wrapped around your finger."

you gulp, not really following, just letting her do whatever she wanted to you.

she leans in even closer, eyes dropping to your lips.

"what about me?"

"w-what about you?"

"you rejected deki. how about me?"

you inhale shakily, "are you confessing?"

she smiles then, "was it not obvious?"

"no." you breathe out.

"why not?"

"you're too- you're unbelievable."

"what does that mean?"

"i literally can't believe you're real. that someone as perfect as you could exist."

sana giggles lowly at that, "there it is. do you know how long i've been waiting for you to just say how you feel about me?"

"w-what?"

"all that teasing, all the flirting, i paid nayeon to fake sick y'know?"

"you what?!"

she throws her head back, laughing fully now. your eyes follow the lines of her throat.

"deki talked about you all the time at home. i was curious to meet the maths teacher he was so obsessed with. and then i did. and you were just so adorable. i could tell you really loved what you were doing, and you really cared for all the kids. but i didn't want to ask you out in front of my son who has the biggest most obvious crush on you. so i resigned myself to thinking i probably wouldn't be able to see you again. and then you happened to be on this trip. so i tried everything i could to get closer to you, get to know you better, and you didn't disappoint. i can safely say i'm just as obsessed with you as hideki is, dare i say even more."

"y-you are?"

"mhm. and i knew you liked me too. you're almost as obvious as deki is." she giggles, "i was just waiting for you to do something about it. but you're too nice aren't you? didn't want anything that could be between us to affect your job and your relationship with the kids."

you hadn't even noticed sana had paid so much attention to you. she had picked you apart completely, you felt so exposed in front of her now, but it wasn't unwelcome, you were just embarrassed at the way you've acted around her, thinking how many times you've replied dumbly or said something stupid while she knew you had a crush on her. you cringe at the memories.

sana laughs again, poking at the scrunch in your nose, "so can you say it officially now?"

"say what?"

"don't play dumb with me. you know."

you whine, blushing still, but close your eyes, taking a breath again, "i like you sana. i think you're the most beautiful person i've ever seen and your personality and actions are just as consistent with your looks."

sana giggles again, and then all of a sudden, her lips are pressed against yours.

it's soft, sweet, she's curling a hand around your waist and the other around your neck. you weren't the greatest with words, that's why nayeon was the english teacher, but you try make up for it with your actions, pulling her into you deeper and wrapping your arms around her, smiling into the kiss.

sana returns the smile, reattaching your lips, kissing you easily, your lips slotting together with no rush, taking as much time as you wanted to explore each other.

that night, when you come out of your shower, you find sana curled up in your bed, patting the empty space next to her for you to squeeze into, making sure she had enough space so that she wouldn't fall off the edge. you find that she's a big cuddler, not that it should've surprised you, she was always a very physically affectionate person, and you were still getting used to being on the receiving end of all of it, but you adored it.

the next morning, you'll keep to your promise and wake sana up with a gentle kiss on her lips, brushing her hair out of her face and studying her sleeping features carefully, committing everything to memory, still in slight disbelief that such a woman felt the same way you did.

you talk over breakfast, finding yourself much more at ease now that you knew she knew how you felt about her. she still takes every opportunity to tease you though, loving the way you blushed and stuttered around her.

what's hard is deciding what to do after you get home. you still wanted to keep your distance from hideki so that he could get over you, and sana agreed, saying it would be best if the both of you kept your relationship a secret for now. she was almost excited, talking about how it would be exciting and fun to sneak around like kids again, having to hide your relationship.

she's right of course, but being with her specifically probably makes it ten times harder than it normally would. she'd come to your school with bunches of flowers and lunch, acting innocent and surprised when you have to hide her and find an empty classroom for you to spend the lunch date she springs on you. she'll never stop loving to tease you.

you finally tell hideki about 2 months into your relationship. he seems to take it okay, but when you're curled up in sana's bed later, she tells you he complained to her about how she 'stole his woman', and you both end up in a giggling fit, laughing at the turn of events. regardless, you're still grateful, grateful you were able to meet her, and somehow bewitch her into falling for you. you were the luckiest person alive, and only sana would disagree, saying that was only true for herself.

[sharkdays]

don’t mind me just about to have a panic attack 🥰

[lizziesribbons]

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PAIRING: RICH STEPMOM! WANDA X FEM! READER

summary: Wanda is your dad's new wife and an incredibly talented business woman, you always liked her but you felt as if she didn't feel the same way about you, she was always cold with you truth be told you were too innocent to know what the real intentions behind the coldness was.

warnings: ****MINORS DNI***** *****MEN DNI***** ****CONTAINS SMUT LOTS OF SMUT****** degradation kink, hair pulling, praising, angst if you squint, mommy kink, r being head over heels in love with Wanda, Wanda being mean too mean but hot. SO HOT. squirting muahahaha, multiple orgasms, crazy crazy gay peOple, everyone's gay y'all are gay, gay gay gay. I need to drown in holy water cuz um yea.

author's note: I changed EVERYTHING CHANGED I don't know if y'all even know who I am but like anyways idek if this is gonna be a thing I just got an idea and I wrote it in my notes and now I'm posting here ‼️

Word count: 2.1k

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Wanda maximoff.

She was an intimidating woman. even her name is hot? When your dad first introduced her you immediately fell in love whenever she was around you were always squirming in her gaze, she was just too pretty too perfect. Too good for your dad. Your dad wasn't the best man in the world he was alright, he was always working always travelling he didn't have time for you or anything else that's why you were shocked when he brought her. Wanda.

Wanda was a business woman too. A successful one indeed, She had 2 twins Tommy and billy, who you instantly grew to love, you wondered how Wanda handled all of it, A husband, A business and still making enough time for her kids, she was like a super mom there was no single doubt her kids loved her. And she loved them.

Your dad was barely home so it was always just you Wanda and the twins, you never felt like Wanda liked you whenever you would try talking to her she would give you cold responses, always looking into your soul like she was angry at you. She would constantly taunt you whenever you would go outside with your friends and come home too late, or when you wore something a little too revealing. Some would say she was possessive you just thought of it as her being her grumpy self

but what you didn't know, Wanda wanted you. Every second of every day she thought about you but she knew it was wrong. so she would put up this act to hide her secret. her dirty little secret, no one except Wanda knew what kind of thoughts ran through her mind, what she did at night thinking about you when her husband was asleep beside her.

she thinks about how her fingers would feel inside you, making you scream her name, whispering all kinds of dirty things in your sweet little ears

how good it would feel to fuck you with her strap until you couldn't take it anymore, she often gets off thinking about you but you weren't aware of any of it. She sometimes thought you knew cause of how you would bend over in front of her wearing the most smallest skirts possible but she knew you were just as innocent as you look, she also knew about the crush you have on her, it was too obvious with how you would look inside her shirt every time she bent down to pick something, how quickly you would respond every time she calls for you, how flustered you would get when she's around. she wasn't blind she could see right through you.

You were always home nowadays as your college was off and your friends were either on vacation with their family or they just didn't have time. Wanda had a business event today on which she asked you to come with her as the twins were at their dad's and you would be home alone, she even picked up an outfit for you, it was a cute black dress simple and elegant not too small just how Wanda liked. She was so sweet with you today. too sweet. even offered to make your hair and do your makeup and you let her. cuz how could you deny it? you let her dress you up like you were her personal doll she gave you a kiss on the cheek that made you blush so hard Wanda immediately noticed and smirked.

the car ride from the house to where the event was being held was filled with tension. Wanda's eyes were constantly on you eating you up she noticed the way you clenched your thighs under her gaze and how you shied away every time you two would make eye contact, when you reached the destination, Wanda opened the door for you holding out her hand to you. Your fingers intertwined with hers following her between the crowd of people.

You insisted on staying behind as she went on the red carpet. admiring her you noticed how beautiful Wanda really is, she is hand-crafted by the gods you wondered how it would feel to touch her. every inch of her body you wanted to kiss her so bad the urge to do it was strong. Wanda noticed, Ofc she noticed she smirked knowing your gaze was on her and all her attention too, you looked at her coming back to you as you straightened your back and smiled at her, she held you by your waist and told you "I want you to meet some people malaysh" the nickname made you weak. you just wanted to fall on your knees and beg Wanda but you couldn't.

After meeting those people Wanda left you alone to go and sort some business deal you didn't care about. Wanda saw you laughing and chatting with some people she thought it was nice you were getting along well, until. she saw this girl put her hand on your thigh and getting too touchy. Wanda felt something burst inside her she interrupted the conversation she was having came behind you and pulled you back from your waist making you push yourself into her crotch.

Wanda looked at the girl and raised her eyebrows, the girl was out of there in a second. It was hot. so hot the power Wanda holds, you were about to ask what that was when suddenly you felt her fingers hold your ass tightly as she whispered in your ear "Stop flirting with every person you see just to get my attention" Your legs failed you as you moan slowly in wanda's grasp, her hold was bruising on you as she whispered again "don't be a whore now, go wait in the car I'll be there in a bit"

as you were waiting for her impatiently in the car and afraid of what to expect next, you heard the car door open and Wanda got in, you didn't say anything. not even a word. her too. the car ride was silent. so silent you could even hear your heartbeat and it was fast. you were sure Wanda heard it

after getting home Wanda softly told you to go and wait in her bedroom like a good girl and you did. not cuz you were a patient woman no no no you were the most impatient girl in the world according to Wanda but you just wanted to make her happy.

after a bit she came in. You saw a bulge inside her pants. looking up at her, sitting on the bed on all your fours she came up to you and held your jaw softly

"you look so good like that, on mommy's bed like a good little slut" Wanda wouldn't be at fault if she thought you came right there, and then because of the moan you let out on the nickname Wanda referred to herself as. but she shrugged it off only smirking at the sight

"strip. slowly." you start striping taking off your dress first, Wanda's eyes on you as she starts undressing herself too making you gasp at the sight of her.

"you're so beautiful," you said as you worshipped her body just by your eyes, giving herself a moment or two to smile and blush at your compliment, she said sternly "Less talking, let's put that mouth to better use yeah?"

she took off her pants and underwear revealing a scarlet strap attached to her as you look at it and drool "Open up show mommy how good of a slut you can be" she said as you open your mouth tongue out, she guide the strap inside your mouth not even half of it and you were already gagging, it was bigger than anything you've taken before but Wanda didn't care, your gags and whimper were music to her ears.

losing herself in the pleasure she started thrusting inside your mouth as you sat there drooling, she threw a sadistic smile your way and said "I think we just found the perfect way to keep your mouth shut"

Wanda pulls out suddenly, your face covered in sweat and tears, and lays down on the bed

"come here ride my strap," she said patting her lap, gasping for air your breath shaky from the previous encounter you said

"y yes mommy"

slowly, you lower yourself onto her strap, your eyes locked with hers as you whispered "It's too big"

Wanda pouted her lips with fake pity "Aw is it?" you nodded as she looked at you "Is it too big for my little whore huh?" you nodded again not breaking eye contact

"fucking say it then. you can speak" Wanda said sternly placing a sharp slap on your ass, just as you were about to say Wanda force your hips down onto her strap "Too late" You bit your lip feeling her strap penetrate deeper into your wet slit

"Mommy hurts please ah" moans and gasps. it was all you could let out as Wanda ignored all of it and thrust your hips up and down on her strap, tits bouncing with the force.

your body trembling as you take her deeper inside you, suddenly you feel a sharp slap against your tits just as a humiliating spit was delivered on your face, spit drips from your mouth onto your chest as she slaps your tits repeatedly

"Mommy too much-gonna cum please" you plead at her "Come for mommy honey let it out" You came just as soon as those words left her mouth, she didn't stop. turning you guys around so she was on top she started thrusting with all her might as the bed started moving

"you know how badly mommy wanted to fuck that pussy from the very first time she saw you huh?" she whispered in your ear making you moan as she kept thursting "How I touched myself at the thought of being inside you fucking you so deep your legs wouldn't work for weeks? it was a torture not being able to fuck you every moment I saw you I just wanted to bend you over and take you" The dirty confessions only added fuel to the fire as you were already close

"please Mommy" you said weakly as she thoroughly fucked you, the room filling with noises of skin slapping together, "Please what? say it, baby"

"please I'm gonna cum again" you say looking up at her, "cum again for me then you don't need my permission"

just as you were about to cum she reaches down to rub your clit "NO PLEASE NO!" was the last thing you said when you lost control completely and squirted everywhere, not knowing what happened you looked at Wanda who was smirking smugly as she pulled out of you slowly and took off the strap throwing it down the bed

"Mommy I've never done that I'm sorry I don't know what happened" Wanda looked you down with admiration as she cooed cupping your face "Oh baby no that's okay you did good it was so good" she softly kissed you, leaving small kisses down your neck to your stomach until she reached between your legs

"no too much, can't." you tried squirming away but her strong hands held you in place "Just trust me" She raised her eyebrows and scanned your face for any hesitations as she dived down and carefully cleaned you up making sure not to overstimulate you

she sat back up "You taste so good", blushing at her compliment you muttered a "thank you"

"so adorable" Taking you in her arms and holding you against her she whispered sweet nothings into your ear through the whole time until you fell asleep in her arms, she looked at you knowing you were hers now. for forever.

[cal-flakes]

sorry for spamming your acc i’ve js been obsessed with your fics!! i was thinking like reader only just getting used to Rafe spoiling her and then overhearing people call her like a gold digger and going back to not wanting him to spend as much as a cent on her and crying that people think of her that way and him comforting her and assuring her he WANTS to spend his money on her and takes her on a shopping spree the next day or something? idek, ignore this if you don’t like it ❤️

╰┈➤ spoil you

warnings: cursing, threats (sort of)

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hot tears trickled down her flushed face as her hands struggled, furiously shoving the lavish materials back into their rightful bags. ‘she’s just using him’ — the words cut and nipped at her as they did laps in her mind, spitefully. she couldn’t see the jealousy in those same words through teary eyes, she almost believed them. what am i doing? she thought.

exhaling deeply, she sat back against her bed, her fingers threading through the plush carpet as her eyes scanned the shopping bags before her. dollars upon dollars lay before her, scattered around her bedroom, hidden by the paper wearing all of the expensive names. dior, chanel, versace and so on. her hands moved to squeeze and pinch at her own skin, desperately wishing to be out of it. she felt disgusting, how could she let such a sweet boy do this for her? how could such a shallow girl wear such materials?

her racing thoughts were quickly distracted by the heavy footsteps on the stairs, coming to a stop outside her bedroom door.

“y/n? baby? you ready to go?” the voice asked so calmly, blissfully unaware of the mess on the other side. through sniffles, y/n quickly wiped away the remaining tears. “i—um, i don’t think i want to go..” she muttered, just loud enough for a frown to pull at his features.

he tilted his head, unbeknownst to her as he moved to the handle, working quickly to shove the door open. rafe’s mouth fell agape as he rushed towards her frame, curled up on the floor, tear marks painting the beautiful dress he’d requested she wore to their date that day.

“sweetheart, what’s wrong? did someone upset you?” he cooed, yet the gruff, threatening undertone didn’t go unnoticed. shaking her head, she relaxed into his touch as he slotted himself next to her, pulling her head into his sweater clad chest. “then why are you crying baby?”

catching her breath, her eyes moved to the floor, unwilling to meet his eyes as if she’d burst into tears once again. “do you— do you think i’m using you?” y/n whimpered, blinking away any tears threatening to spill. rafe’s eyebrows knit together as he craned his neck to look down at her, all sorts of questions filling his mind.

“my sweet girl— what are you talking about? ‘course i don’t” he soothed, reaching a steady hand to cup her cheek. “why would you say that?”

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after a good, long hour of more tears and an abundance of reassurance, rafe had finally managed to calm the flow of tears seeping through his sweater, through the art of forehead kisses and soft words.

“baby, what have i told you about listening to such spiteful words? huh? you are in no way a brat, or using me, or shallow, m’kay?” he sighed, pulling his lips into a thin line. “i buy you these things—“ gesturing to the mountains of bags and teddy bears, “because i want the absolute best for you, i want you to feel good, i want you to feel so unbelievably adored you don’t know what to do with yourself, alright?”

“but— but i can’t do the same for you rafey, i want to, i want to buy you things too! but i can’t..” she frowned, her bottom lip wobbling as she spoke. “you do enough y/n, you don’t need to buy me things, the feeling of you lying on me at night is enough, the smile on your face when i walk through that door— is more than enough”

sighing contently, y/n nodded as she melted further into him— if that was possible.

“you gonna cheer up now? let me take you out?” he chuckled, twirling a slender hand around a couple strands of her now tangled hair. “mhm”

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“wait! your walking too fast rafe!” y/n pouted, drawing a hearty chuckle from him as he came to an exaggerated halt. holding out his arm for her, he waited as she skipped along the concrete, giggling profusely as she quickly linked her arm with his. “where to first?” he asked, the infamous smirk once again plastered on his face.

y/n’s face scrunched as she thought hard about this question, her hand— which was tightly wrapped around his forearm, coming to her attention. “well, i do need my nails repainted, they’re so grown out now!” she chirped, beaming up at him hopefully.

chuckling, he pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before leading her through the streets. “little brat..” he muttered, just loud enough for her to hear. “hey!” she yelped, swatting his chest. “that’s not funny!”

“only teasing sweetheart, what colour were you thinkin’?”

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[whore-4-drewstarkey]

The Night We Met- Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

summary: rafe thinks you two met at a party years ago, but finds out you two had actually met a year before that. but why can’t he remember? and what happened that night?

warnings: major drug use, drug overdose, angst, mentions of alcohol, fluff, ooc rafe, suggestive content and defs cringy at the end lol. also might be a bit short? idek.

a/n: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THE WARNINGS ABOVE don’t know how i feel about the ending but i’m gonna yolo it. thought of this idea/concept when i was listening to the song below:

“you know, i’m so fucking happy you said ‘yes’. i honestly don’t know what i would’ve done if you hadn’t” rafe spoke as he held Y/N in his arms, curled up in the bed at his father’s house in the bahamas. one arm wrapped around the young woman’s back as the other gripped her bare thigh against his hip. the young woman’s hand drew imaginary shapes against his chest before looking up into his deep blue eyes.

“i could never say the word ‘no’ to you my love. never. i’m yours. forever and always. you’re the best thing that’s happened to me and i’m so happy i’m finally a cameron” Y/N face cracked into a wide smile, as she continued to gaze into rafe’s eyes, as he broke into a rare, genuine smile. the two had just gotten married the night before, and were now just relaxing in the privacy of rafe’s, father’s home in the bahamas.

“im so happy we met. truly, i am. i love you baby” rafe whispered down to his newly wedded wife, moving his hand from holding her bare thigh, to push back a piece of her hair from her face, as he planted a gentle, but passionate kiss to her plump lips.

“i love you too hunny” she whispered as their lips detached from one another’s. “d-do you remember the night we met?” Y/N continued, swallowing the lump in her throat. she knew she’d have to tell him her secret eventually, and now seemed like the perfect time as they were about to spend the rest of their lives together.

“uh yeah… i think so? pretty sure it was that banger of a party top was having my senior year of high school. you had come to the party with sarah. you guys had only been friends for about a year or two by then? i couldn’t stop looking at you” rafe chuckled at the memory as he continued. “i got you on my team as we played beer pong… and we killed it. everyone else we went up against sucked so bad” rafe continued to hold her in his arms, looking down to admire the woman he’d just gotten so lucky to marry.

“uh… r-rafe um m-my love. c-can i tell you something?” Y/N stuttered out to rafe. she was so scared to tell him how wrong he was, but she knew it had to be done.

“babe, you know you can tell me anything. what is it?” rafe questioned, as his hand on her bare thigh, began to rub soothing circles into her soft skin.

“that’s not the night we met… um… do you remember that story you told me about your overdose incident you had when you were only seventeen?” Y/N whispered out, not wanting to upset rafe by bringing up a hard time from his past that he was never proud of.

“uh, yeah. i do. that night is kinda a blur still to this day. all i remember is doing a few too many lines and waking up in the kildare island hospital two days later. doctors said if whoever had made the call, called five minutes later i’d be dead. why?” he spoke softly, as he replayed the memories in his brain. he’s hurt so many people during that period of time. he wished he’d never even started doing the drug, but at the time he felt as if that was the only thing that could save him from himself.

the young woman began to shake involuntary, getting her lovers attention, “babe why are you shaking? did i go too hard earlier?” he chuckled out lightheartedly, trying to lighten her mood.

“i’m shaking because i feel bad for keeping something from you. and yeah you did go hard, but i’m not complaining…. but that’s besides the point. please hear me out and don’t get mad. i only did it to protect you” she rambled on as rafe’s facial expression changed from a smile, to a stone-cold look, going completely serious.

she took his silence and stare as a sign to continue on what she had been keeping from him for the last 5 years. “that night you overdosed, i had come over to tannyhill to talk to sarah about something a-and when i got there…. there was nobody home… u-until i walked past your room a-and you were just pacing back and forth like some crazy guy” Y/N sniffled out as she moved her hand from drawing imaginary shapes from rafe’s chest, to cradle his left cheek as she spoke.

Y/N had just arrived to tannyhill, as her and sarah had to start working on a school project soon. but as soon as she arrived to the house, it was completely empty. she was always welcomed in, even when nobody was home. rose and ward had adored her as soon as they’d met her six months before tonight. it also helped that Y/N family were close business partners with ward as well.

as soon as Y/N walked up the spiral staircase, calling out sarah’s name, to see if she was home, she rounded the corner trying to find sarah. instead of sarah, however she found sarah’s brother, pacing his room back and forth, mumbling words to himself. he’d seemed to be twitching, and almost shaking as he was pacing, alarming Y/N a small amount. she’s decided to step into his doorway to see if he was okay.

rafe’s eyes softened as his girl spoke of what really happened that night he’d almost died, nodding his head in her hand, signaling her to continue. “i approached you babe, and you started getting all paranoid, you were yelling at me, which i guess wasn’t that abnormal for you at the time from what i’d heard from others. you started marching over to me as you continued to yell, i think you were going to push me, but i don’t know, but then you just fell to the ground and started dry heaving involuntarily, as your breathing became unsteady. it scared me…. i’d never seen anyone like that before. b-but then y-you turned all pale and completely passed out. i-i didn’t know what to do so i ran over to you to see what happened” Y/N started to whimper, as a single tear fell from her tear duct, and rolled down her soft cheek.

“hey, rafe, right? it’s Y/N, sarah’s friend. are you okay? you don’t look too good” Y/N asked politely to the young teenage boy, who stopped his pacing to look up at the girl.

“who the hell are you? what are you doing in my house? huh?” the young man yelled, as he began to walk up towards the girl, ready to shove her out of his room, but before he could get close enough, he hunched over, involuntarily dry heaving, as his breathing became more rapid, drawing even more red flags in the young teenage girls brain.

his face started to turn as white as a ghost, before he ultimately lost consciousness completely, falling limp onto his bedroom floor. Y/N immediately ran over the boys sides to see what she could do.

rafe’s eyes began to water, as he stared down at Y/N, seeing her slowly crack and break down into his arms. something he had dwelled forever; seeing his lover heartbroken and distraught. he’d never wanted to see her this way. it ached him to see her this way, and to know he was the cause made it 10x worse. “b-baby, continue…. finish the story. i can take it” rafe’s voice cracked as he urged his lover to tell the rest of the story. he was in shambles at the moment, tears welling up in his eyes as they started to pour out one by one.

“as soon as i’d ran over to your body, i picked your head up, trying to talk to you. i was just trying to figure out what you had taken. but then i’d remembered hearing from sarah before that you’d been doing a lot of cocaine, but in all seriousness i don’t think anyone noticed how bad your addiction really was.” Y/N whispered out, as she relived that night in her head one more time. she soon continued, “i was trying to find a pulse as i still held your head in my arms. i could barely hear it, and your skin was on fire. i’d just assumed it was a drug overdose, s-so i called 9-1-1”

the young teenage girl cradled the young drug addict’s head in her arms carefully, immediately feeling the extreme heat radiating from his skin, alarming the girl further. why was he on fire? and why did he completely pass out? Y/N soon came to realization what was possibly happening as soon as she remembered the conversation her and sarah were having the week before. sarah had been complaining to Y/N about her brother’s ‘slight’ drug problem. the drug of his choice however had been cocaine. sarah was always telling her how everytime he’d do a line or two, he’d get extremely paranoid and more aggressive than normal.

“rafe, wake up” the worried girl cried out to the passed out boy. “rafe, what did you take? how much did you take?!” she cried out again, but no answer to avail. she huffed and puffed as she started to cry, trying to find a pulse. she could barely hear his heartbeat through his carotid artery. she could not be responsible for his possible drug overdose. she would not. so, Y/N grabbed her phone from her back pocket of her jeans, and dialed 9-1-1.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” the older lady spoke through the phone.

“hi, um i need an ambulance to the Cameron estate at tannyhill immediately! there’s a possible cocaine drug overdose! please come quick! i-i don’t know how much longer h-he will keep breathing” Y/N weeped into her phone, as she tried to keep her cool.

“ma’am, i need you to calm down. what’s your name?” the older lady asked through the phone to the young distraught girl.

“y-Y/N. what’s yours?” Y/N asked the lady.

“my name is susannah. Y/N i need you to tell me if they’re still breathing.” susannah spoke calmly to the young girl.

“u-uh yeah, it’s super faint though. is he gonna die?!” Y/N started sobbing as she continued to cradle rafe’s head.

“Y/N… do you know what possible drug they could’ve overdosed on? and do you know how much they took? their height or weight?”

“h-he does cocaine i believe. or at least that’s what i’ve been told. he’s uh maybe 6’2ish? i’m not sure. i-i don’t know how much he did though. i-i’m not sure how much he weighs but i do know that hes more of a muscular build if that helps” Y/N stuttered out to susannah, the 9-1-1 dispatcher.

“okay, Y/N stay with me. take deep breaths. help is on the way” susannah continued to speak to Y/N.

“y-you we-were the one who called the a-ambulance?” rafe croaked out to Y/N as he finally cracked. he was a mess. tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to hold in his sobs, but no longer could. he was so tired of fighting to not show any emotion, so he didn’t fight it anymore. he continued through his sobs, “y-you were m-my savior t-that night?” the young man was wrapping his head around the realization that his newly wedded wife was the angel that saved his life all those years ago when he almost ended it after taking too much of the white drug.

Y/N just softly nodded her head, “i was baby… i was. i know i should’ve told you sooner. but i didn’t, i-i wanted to protect you from knowing the full truth because i know you’re gonna beat yourself up over it. that’s how you are; you will get so mad at yourself for something you’ve done that you slowly start to hurt yourself. i can’t let that happen to you baby” Y/N engulfed him into a hug, as her arms cradled his head into her chest as he wept.

“as soon as the ambulance got there, the cops also arrived. i gave my statement and since i was under eighteen, for legal reasons, they never put my name in that statement. that’s why you never knew and why they never told you. my love…. d-don’t be mad please.” the young woman stuttered out, scared her new husband was mad at her.

rafe lifted his head from her chest, sniffling, “i-i could never be mad at you baby…. never. i-i wanna tell you w-what the doctors told m-my dad and i… can i tell you?” Y/N wiped away rafe’s tears that continuously leaked from his eyes, as she nodded in response, wanting to know everything he knew.

it took rafe a moment to compose himself then began, “when i woke up two days later, obviously i told you that the doctor said that if whoever hadn’t called when they did or even 5 minutes later i’d be dead. i never told you why that was”

“what do you mean my love?” Y/N softly spoke as she looked into rafe’s deep blue eyes, with a look of worry in her own eyes to know the truth.

“i mean… the cocaine i took that night had been laced with small amounts of fentanyl which is why i lost complete consciousness and almost stopped breathing. they had to give me three doses of NARCAN and wait for the best. my dad made sure to keep that part secret, because having all of his business partners know about my cocaine problem was bad enough. he didn’t want anyone to know i’d accidentally done fentanyl as well.” rafe sighed as he remembered the look on his father’s face when he woke up: pure disappointment.

“really rafe? really? cocaine overdose? laced with fentanyl?! how do you think that’s going to make the family look? huh? i’m going to have to pay people off from telling others. this cannot get out” ward went on to his son about how he’d screwed up. it’d only been a day since rafe had woken up from his small coma and ward was already being insensitive to the teenage boys drug problem.

“d-dad i’m sorry. i didn’t know how else to cope with my feelings. it was the only escape i had from feeling like shit. w-when i take it, i feel-i feel almost happy” rafe tried to explain to his father, who in return just scoffed harshly.

“rafe… you need to get your shit together. i’m so sick of you coming up with all these excuses. you keep this shit up and you’re out of the house. got it?” ward sneered back to his only son, who only cowered his head down and nodded in return.

“rafe… you never told me that. why?” Y/N asked sweetly as she continued to gaze into rafe’s blue eyes.

“i’m not proud of that moment in my life. i was embarrassed for so many years. my father paid off people from telling others. he was so disappointed in me. you should’ve seen the look in his eyes the day after i woke up.” rafe sighed softly as he spoke.

“hunny, i’m sorry you went through that. never feel embarrassed about your struggles. i hope you know that no matter what, i will always love you. i will never be disappointed in you. i know that’s different coming from me and not him, but just remember i’ll always be by your side” Y/N thought thoroughly as she spoke every word with love.

“after the overdose incident… and seeing how scared my sisters were, and rose, i wanted so badly to get clean but i couldn’t go to rehab because then word would get out and it’d ruin my father’s deals and business. so i had to do it myself. it took awhile… and it was hard. but i eventually did it. after meeting you, well, from when i thought we met for the first time, you gave me strength to stay clean even when i had the urges” rafe smiled through more tears as he looked down at his wife.

“my love, i’m so proud of you. nothing you went through was easy. i hope you know that. and i hope you know i love you so much and if you ever feel like you have an urge you tell me. got it?” she spoke softly as she still caressed his cheeks looking into his eyes and to his lips.

rafe leaned down, planting his lips onto Y/N, kissing them repeatedly, as did she, and planting one last kiss that was full of love and passion, then pulled away.

“i love you baby. you’re my everything. i promise to come to you if i ever need anything or have an urge. i promise to not hurt you like i did to others i love in the past. i won’t put you through all the shit i put everyone else through all those years ago” rafe smiled again down at Y/N.

“i love you too with all my heart. now prove your love mr cameron” Y/N smirked up at rafe as he chuckled loudly.

“your wish is my command… but are you up for it?” he raised an eyebrow in question with a smirk planted on his face.

“i think i’ve rested enough… just give it to me” she smirked as rafe leaned down placing his lips onto hers harshly, pulling away once more.

“got it mrs cameron. got it. i’m gonna give it to you now” he smirked as he flipped the two over so he was hovering over her again.

“love you” she smiled as there noses briskly touched.

“love you too, my savior. now how about some kids?”

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[darby-rowe]

dally we will match your freak

sigh…

cw fauxcest(?) idek bro

so basically the idea that i have is when bub and dbf!logan get closer and start actually forming a relationship, logan will start jokingly calling himself her uncle. like “you wanna hang out with uncle logan today?” etc etc. so like.. i know that it wont be THAT weird because bub and logan are not related whatsoever but um……. yeah…… just basically shit like “you wanna cum for uncle logan? is that what you want?” idk i might scrap it because it doesnt fit into the story that well anyway

[lindamccartneysstrap]

hell0o. i dont know anything about the beatles but i just watched two of us on a whim and have become insane. fic recs please or just any content, news articles interviews idek. help me tumblr use paulmccartneyprostateorgasm

Sorry I haven't been ignoring this I've just been Thinking. The thing is that I've been into the beatles off and on since I was in middle school so it's hard for me to remember like. Beatles 101. But welcome to hell. Two of us is a cwazy intro to mclennon lol.

Ok so I guess the thing is really depends on how serious you wanna be with your idk beatles scholarship? Like at an absolute bare minimum I would skim some wikipedia articles so you know the major people/places/events/eras. There are a zillion beatles bios and docs most of them bad some of them vital. Unfortunately it haven't gone through any of those since I was a teenager so I can't really tell you which is which anymore. I'm sure plenty of other beatles blogs could provide resources if you want them.

Definitely watch get back and let it be. The movies the beatles were in as well but less essential I guess. Advanced Level McCartney Studies but watch give my regards to broad street it's a fascinating reflection of pauls psyche.

I'd look at blogs like @amoralto @thecoleopterawithana @undying-love for references. Probably more upper level stuff but all of pauls interviews are on the paul mccartney project website and I once went through and read all the interviews from the 80s. Full disclosure, the thing about mclennon that compels me the most is the tragedy of it all, so that's where I tend to fixate. But it was a fascinating experience because you can really see paul work through his regrets/grief/resentment/bitterness/pain about john in real time

A word of caution when reading interviews: both of these guys are incredibly untruthful at times. John, after the breakup in particular, could be very hot and cold, especially about paul so don't take everything he says at face value. Paul also lies a lot no matter what anybody tries to tell you he just gets away with it more because he's still alive and people feel bad calling him a liar

Songs. Their songs are very very important. I sometimes see people act like it's stupid to believe things based on the songs. To a point I get it art doesn't have to be literal yadda yadda. But you also gotta consider these guys communicated a Lot to each other through music from the time they were teenagers. Anyway I'd suggest listening to the songs for a more thorough understanding but just reading lyrics I guess is fine. I personally still like going through people's mclennon playlists and analyzing Why people think they're mclennon. Look at the lyrics, go to beatles bible and/or the paul mccartney project and learn about the context, etc.

Okay anyway on to fanfic. If this is your main concern just ignore all the above advice who cares. Also I'm a horrible resource because I always forget what I read. Um @forthlin @menlove @pauls1967moustache have good fics sorry I can never remember any of your ao3 names. Merseydreams (I think it is) has good fics. @crepesuzette2023 does a lot of fic recs I think. One thing that's always fun about beatles fics is when u think something is completely made up and you look it up and it's literally real like wtf. I'm also a bad reference because I'm heavily biased towards early days fics and post breakup fics.

Ok hope this helps even a little bit. Remember the most important rule is to have fun. People take this shit so seriously but it's literally the beatles. But please do fact check that always drives me nuts.

[elli3luvs]

dealer! ellie x sweet! reader

a/n: this came to me randomly tonight idek if dealer!ellie is still the hot topic BUT idc! she is to me! she is forever on my mind....

the way the two of you met was a little sudden and like... strange

ellie was just craving a milkshake! that's it! so she went to the 50s-themed diner just right outside of campus

and boom. there you were in that little dress with doo-wap music playing over the speakers

ellie felt her body SWEATING lord you were just batting your eyelashes and running around grabbing orders

she could not stop staring at the way you were waltzing around giving people their orders

when ellie came to, you were standing there with a notepad and a sweet smile

"what can i get for you?" ellie almost combusted at how just kind you sounded, your voice sounded like honey

"um... just a medium cherry milkshake, please." she didn't mean for her voice to sound so deep but maybe that was her body's natural way to try and seduce you

ellie just hoped it worked

you perked up at her words, "amazing choice! i love that one! i'll go put that in for you."

ellie leaned back, blowing a puff of air out of her mouth

the nerves were overwhelming her

in just a couple minutes, you were back at her table with the widest smile

"here's that milkshake for you!" you put a straw in front of her, "i even blended in more cherries for you." and you sent her a wink

A WINK...

ellie could feel her heart beating in her ears

she left the most ridiculous tip ever btw LMFAO she couldn't help it

a pretty girl giving her a wink? take all of her money it was just for you anyway

after that moment, ellie kept coming back to the diner

she loved the way you would perk up seeing her walk in

"there's my favorite regular!"

ellie knew deep down that wasn't anything special

BUT MAN DID IT MAKE HER CHEST PUFF OUT

ellie loved giving you quarters so you could play your favorite song on the jukebox

she loved seeing your face light up

you would sometimes even dance a little bit when your favorite song finally looped around

it was so cute

but life came at ellie fast and hard so she had to stop going to the diner every night

she had to make the most out of her free time dealing around campus, the student loan payments almost consuming her whole

ellie was waiting for a customer outside of the main library on campus when she heard your sweet voice calling her name

she whipped her head around at the speed of lightning, "uh... what are you doing here?"

you saddle up next to her with a smile pulling at your lips, "obviously.. i'm buying! one of my girlfriends gave me your number."

ellie's soul went to heaven

she wasn't sure if you could tell she was shocked

"you... you smoke?" ellie didn't mean for her voice to come out as gruff but it did

you had just given her the shock of the century

you giggle was like music to ellie's ears thought, "only occasionally. work has been hard recently... especially with my favorite customer hasn't been coming in."

ellie playfully rolls her eyes, "you just say that because i tip you well."

you land a punch on her shoulder, "no way! you really are my favorite!"

ellie just waves you off, handing you your baggy

you go to give her your payment but her hand reaches out, stopping you in your tracks

your eyes are big and doe-like as you look at her, "what..?"

ellie leans down real close to your ears, sadly missing the blush rising on your cheeks, "sweet girls like you don't have to pay. i'll see you tonight at the diner?"

you try not to let your breath catch in your throat, "i... i don't work tonight."

ellie chuckles, "so... i'll see you tonight at the diner? around 6?"

[joelmillerlover123]

A Gentlemen’s Burden - A romantic regency era Joel Miller story - Part 2!!!!!

Read part one here!

Description : You and Mr. Miller have a few run ins.

Warnings : Um idek if this would be considered a pre/no outbreak AU but I guess it is?? Sarah is a pretty prominent character. Female reader. No use of y/n. Age gap (Joel is like 35ish and reader is like 23ish). Regency!Joel? Tried to keep Joel's character pretty consistent but you know... creative liberties were taken for the point of story telling.

Word count : almost 3k

Let me know if you like it!

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The soft grass of your sister’s gardens cushioned your steps as you wandered about the estate. Taking in the beautiful flowers and lush grass and of course, carrying a book you weren’t reading. You tried to, it’s just that the gardens offered much better entertainment. Even though literature was one of your passions, you’ve found yourself currently … uninspired.

The brief interactions with Joel still plagued your mind almost a good twenty hours later. You had shared breakfast together but he didn’t so much as look at you as he had in the library. His eyes continued to creep into your thoughts, rendering your brain mush. What is going on with you? You shook your head slightly and focused on some leaves sprawling out from under a tree. What kind of vine was it? You’d have to ask the head gardener next time you saw him.

“Auntie,” Katherine’s small voice called out behind you. You were so lost in thought you had forgotten you were walking with Katherine.

“Yes?” You turned around to face her, your skirts swishing with you.

“What is this?” She pointed to a big flower with pointed leaves and beautiful colors.

“That’s a lily,” You reply, stepping toward her, “It means it’s almost the end of summer,” You had read somewhere about lilies and their blooming patterns. You would have to ask which lily this was.

“And the end of the season,” She replies, still looking at the flower, “Is Mama’s ball the last of the season?” Your sister had trained her well.

“One of them,” You nod and place a hand on her back, “If not the last, then definitely the grandest,” You laugh to yourself and turn to walk again.

You were a chronic daydreamer. Your sister was your sponsor in your social seasons and consistently reminded you not to ‘whisk yourself off.’ You would become so consumed with your thoughts that you often startled easily and it was quite the burden. But, you didn’t mind. You enjoyed your daydreams. They often did whisk you away to beautiful places, beautiful times. You thought of places you had read about and returned to a few of the trips you and your sister had taken. You thought of France and then Mr. Miller. Mr. Miller had gone to France. Mr. Miller had the most beautiful brown eyes you have ever seen. You sighed out loud.

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“Mr. Miller I so hope that you will enjoy dinner tonight, tomorrow’s dinner will be much smaller,” She placed a small potato in her mouth and smiled and then swallowed, “Because of the ball.”

“Yes, darling, I think Mr. Miller and Miss Miller remember there will in fact be a ball tomorrow,” Matthew smiled and looked at his wife with adoration. Sometimes their love for each other genuinely made you swoon.

“I know Sarah is excited,” Mr. Miller’s voice pierced your ears. What was it about him? You caught yourself more than once staring at him, feeling the cool, calculating look on your face and then quickly snapped out of it. You silently begged that he didn’t notice.

“I am,” Sarah nodded and forked at her food, “It’s my last ball before next season.”

“Oh! Sarah, how exciting!” Your sister exclaimed with glee, but still keeping her voice a polite volume.

Sarah nods and you feel Mr. Miller’s gaze shift to you. Or maybe you don’t. Are you imagining things? You sneak a look over to Mr. Miller, keeping your eyes quick. Sure enough, he is looking at you, but he quickly opens his mouth to speak, not missing a beat.

“Miss,” Mr. Miller says, looking towards you, “Lady Langford says you’ve had your fair share of social seasons,” You nod in reply, keeping your eyes steady and connected with his, “Maybe you can offer Sarah some advice for when she enters society.”

“Oh,” You say, willfully keeping a focused look on your face, “I’m sure she wants a husband, she needs to take advice from Lady Langford, not me,” Your comment gains a laugh from your sister and her husband but Mr. Miller just looks at you and then smiles, looking down at his food.

Of course your joke probably wouldn’t land with Mr. Miller and Sarah, they don’t know that your spinsterhood is completely by choice. You mentally smack yourself on the head for making a joke not fitting for the crowd. But your sister, always three steps ahead, quickly picks up your slack.

“My sister is not easily impressed,” She says, still laughing, “She had plenty of suitors all three seasons but she was not interested in a single one, not even a little. I guess I was lucky with my Matthew,” She looks over to her husband and swoons, to which he smiles, “But no, she did not… fond of the men. And then, you grew bored, yes?” She looks to you, inviting you to interject.

“Yes,” You nod, keeping your tone bored, “I did grow quite bored of it.”

“Really?” Sarah looks up at you, her eyes wide, “I love parties and the dancing.”

“I don’t know,” You shrug, “Not really something I much enjoy.”

The table grows quiet, taking in your answer and then Mr. Miller opens his mouth to speak.

“What is it that bores you so?” His voice rings out clear over the dinner table.

You take a beat, stealing a look at your sister and then looking back to Mr. Miller, thinking which answer would be most appropriate to use.

“I guess it was the constant repetition after a while,” You say, not entirely hiding the true answer, “Three seasons is a lot for anyone, and after a while it all seems the same. Same gossip, same type of people getting married. No real shock value in society,” You fork your potatoes around, growing uncomfortable in the spotlight.

“I wonder, is it boredom or comfortability in repetition?” Mr. Miller casually says as he looks around the table and then lands his eyes on you. No one else truly notices the weight of his question, but you feel an answer bubbling up out of your throat.

“I don’t enjoy repetition,” You meet his gaze, holding your chin high in his presence for the first time, “I enjoy adventure and surprise. I guess the answer would vary from person to person.”

“I find routine quite boring as well,” Mr. Miller replies, taking your answer in stride, “You should be glad you aren’t an American,” He says, smiling and shedding the pressure of the interaction quickly, “That’s all it is over there. All the same.”

Your sister said something in reply but you felt your head spinning. The weight of his words and pressing sat on your shoulders. What was he trying to figure out? Why was he digging so much? What about you interested him so? Why did he make you so dizzy and nervous?

You divert your attention away from your food which is now making you nauseous and look out one of the many windows. The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon. You can tell it was shaping up to be a beautiful sunset.

You asked to be excused from the table first, immediately walking towards the back exit towards the gardens. You heard your sister make some comment about how you ‘chased the wind’ and how it kept ‘life interesting,’ no doubt excusing your behavior to the Millers. You often excused yourself first to catch the sunset.

“Miss,” A deep voice called after you, “You’re going to watch the sunset?”

“Yes,” You turn and stop walking, your hair whipping with you, “Are you going to join me?”

“Yes, actually,” He said, sighing, “I’d, um, enjoy a break from all the polite conversation.”

You feel a smile tug at your lips and feel a joke on your tongue but keep it at bay, turning and walking towards the back exit. You still wonder why he was pressing you so at the dinner table and silently hoped he wouldn’t press you so hard in front of your sister again. It’s not that you didn’t want to answer, it’s just that your answers weren’t quite polite enough for a near stranger’s ears, especially in front of Julia. But… he had just said he was growing tired of polite conversation. Was that his covert way of asking you for your honest answers?

You both made your way in silence to the gardens, to which you led the two of you to a set of swings Matthew had put up for the children but you enjoyed sitting on them.

“Tell me about France,” You watch him sit down next to you, groaning slightly at the low placement on the swing. You notice his age for the first time, truly notice it. But instead of making you uncomfortable, you feel a cool whirl of feeling throughout your heart and stomach.

He is so strong, so capable, so mature. You find yourself staring and quickly snap out of it, darting your eyes away from him.

“It was wonderful,” He replies, “So much culture, so much art and music. Sarah really loved it.”

“Do you travel exclusively with her?” You ask, looking back to him to find him looking at you.

“Yes,” He nods, “Soaking up these final years with her.”

“That’s… quite endearing. My father didn’t feel that way,” You say, disclosing, “I’m sure you’ve heard how cold he can be.”

“I haven’t,” He said simply, “Not one for gossip.”

His answer took you by surprise so you looked out to the sunset, feeling the golden light and warmth on your skin.

You feel his eyes still on you, feeling their gaze flit across your face and skin and turn back to him.

“It was the men,” You said finally, “The men that bored me.”

“Ah,” He said, not missing a beat, “What about them?”

“A lot,” You smiled, laughing at yourself and then paused, “I had never felt the need to get married, so when the first man proposed I didn’t want to marry him so I didn’t. They all seem to blur and blend together after a while.”

“And will you ever marry?” Mr. Miller looked out to the sunset now and it was your turn to map the planes of his face, committing them to memory.

“Maybe,” You say, keeping your tone even, “Probably not.”

“Why not?” He asks simply, turning towards you again, meeting your eyes and making your heart skip a beat.

“Most men are not… what I want,” You say honestly. It was the complete truth, even though you typically do not share what you honestly think, unless you’re talking to your sister.

“And what is it that you want?” His voice tensed, almost as if he was preparing himself for something.

“Kindness, and tenderness. I want him to love me in the same way Lord and Lady Langford love each other. And I want him to be interesting. He cannot bore me,” You say, and then add, “If he is even out there. And I’d rather be here with my family than out there attached to a man who bores me or is unkind or both.”

Mr. Miller nods and you swear you see him relax just a bit. You wanted to ask if what you saw was true or just your eyes playing tricks on you. You wanted to ask why he wanted to know your honest answer and how he knew you weren’t being honest.

“Why did you not say that at dinner?” He asks, knocking the wind out of you just slightly and you look to him quickly, no doubt seeming offended. Which he answers, “I don’t mean to pry.”

“No, no,” You shake your head, “Please, pry. I tire of polite conversation.”

He smiles and waits for you to answer.

“Hiding one’s true self for the sake of etiquette tends to be quite tiring,” You finally say, avoiding his gaze, “But, after a while it becomes a habit. My sister is quite the etiquette minded missus. So, I must mind myself, at least while we have guests.”

“Ah,” He says, nodding, “Well, I deeply appreciate your candor. Truly. I feel so much more comfortable when people are honest about their distaste for polite society. Trust me, my dear, it is much more common than you think.”

My dear. The words echoed around in your mind and you tucked them away for later, keeping them safe in a small part of your brain that you only access for your most beautiful daydreams.

“Not according to my sister,” You wave off, hopefully waving away the dizziness his term of endearment had swirling around your head, “But she accepts me. She loves me. So does Lord Langford.”

“She often laughs it off, I’ve noticed,” He observes, looking at you.

“Yes,” You nod, smiling and blushing at his observation, “If she laughs, others will laugh instead of gossip.”

“Ah,” He nods knowingly, “She’s very smart.”

You stand, ending the conversation as the sunset turns to night.

“Thank you Mr. Miller for such riveting conversation,” You say, turning towards the house.

“Of course,” He stands, too, starting to walk with you, “I hope to have more conversations of this nature.”

The weight of his claim hangs heavy in the air and you hope it's not just you who noticed it. Was he asking to spend more time with you? Did he find you interesting? You walk in time with him back to the estate and part in the hallway, you to your room and him to his room with Sarah.

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Again, that night you lie awake and allow your mind to drift to different scenarios in which you and Mr. Miller are the epicenter. You smile to yourself as you roll over and drift off to sleep, still smiling.

You wake sometime in the night, it is still dark outside with no sign of the sun peeking up over the horizon. You try to fall back asleep but can’t, tossing and turning until you grow extremely frustrated with yourself. Finally, you throw back the blankets and stand in your room, walking over to your bookshelf. You keep a small bookshelf in your room for this exact reason. On any occasion, it’s nice to have a selection of your favorites to pick from. You scan the titles and rescan them two more times. Now, it is becoming extremely frustrating. Your body was completely awake! And you are bored.

You creep out into the hallway, checking and listening if anyone is walking about. Sometimes the staff like to recheck a few things here and there and you couldn’t risk being seen in your nightgown. Just to be safe, you throw on a dressing gown and then venture out into the hallway.

You quickly find your way to the library’s doors but they are already open. Funny. You must’ve left them open when you were in here earlier and guess no one had come by to close them. You slip inside and immediately find your way to the book you wanted. It was a larger book with a collection of some of Shakespeare’s best sonnets. You wrap your fingers around the familiar navy spine and pluck it from the shelf.

You turn on your heels to walk out of the library when a man standing facing the shelves stops you dead in your tracts.

It seems Mr. Miller had, too, found himself unable to sleep and he, too, thought to escape to the library.

Your mind goes completely blank as you try to think of what exactly to do. Of course, you could always dart out silently and hope that he doesn’t notice. Or, you could just stand very still and wait until he leaves. Or you could-

“Oh,” He turns around suddenly, taking in your sight. No doubt it’s completely compromising and quite embarrassing, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know anyone else was in here,” He bashfully rubs the back of his neck and you swear, even in the dark, you see a blush fan over his cheeks. You rush to say something, anything, that may smooth over this situation even slightly.

“Please tell me you can’t see very much in the dark,” You wrap your dressing gown around you tighter and use the book to shield anything unsavory.

“Oh, no!” He rushes to comfort you, looking away from your figure, “No, I can’t see anything. Really. Promise.”

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Miller,” You manage to force out, still frozen to the spot, “Truly, sorry.”

“It’s alright,” He still avoids looking at your figure and starts to steadily ease towards the library’s doors, “And it’s Joel.”

You pause, the random words entering your ears quite clumsily and you fumble, your mouth getting away from you.

“What?” You ask, calling after him just a bit.

“My name is Joel,” He nods and slips out of the library’s doors, “You can call me Joel.”

Joel.

Joel Miller.

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Part Three!

[stardustloserdoll]

So have you ever seen that vid on the Tokio Hotel channel where Tom like makes Bill a tinder (you should watch it) Imagine Bill’s daughter was doing it with him and some funny shit happens idek 😭😭

when i watched the video bill was like my red flag is if the person is too shy

me:🙁

(also i didn’t know how to make it end so it sucks 😭😭)

tinder

female reader

“hi my names y/n kaulitz and i’m going to help my dad make a tinder account and find true love.” i smiled as i held up his phone. “okay let’s take a picture.” i said holding up his phone as bill posed for the picture. “that’s perfect.” i laughed as bill leaned over to look at the picture. “wow i look cute there.” bill said batting his lashes.

“okay let’s come up with a little bio. hi i’m bill but my friends call me kimberly. i am the prettier twin of my famous brother tom and i have the best daughter ever. i can make a tasty spaghetti and i’m a rockstar.

“how’s that!” i said looking at my dad. “that’ll do i think?” bill laughed putting his head on mine. we began reading the potential matches and swiped right with people that seemed to match with him.

“hey i think this one’s the perfect match for you dad you guys basically like the same things!” “let’s send a little pick up line to them.”

“how about is it just me, or do you have that magnetic pull like a guitar string, drawing me in with every strum of your presence?”

“hey thats actually a really good one! smooth dad.” i smiled typing out what he said. “sent!”

“wait, you don’t even play guitar.. what if they ask you to play guitar for them.” i said my eyes wide in shock.

“oh. um, i’ll try to convince tom to send a video of him playing, pretending it’s me.”

[callmehere-iwillappear]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

this has been sitting in my drafts for probably months and i actually don't remember who tagged me at this point sorry </3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

26

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

168,724

3. What fandoms do you write for?

currently just rise but i've had some other fandoms i've written for in the past

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

call me here (i will appear) Use Only For Intended Purpose The Idiot's Guide to Blindfold Chess new phone who dis because i fear i'm lost (and i cannot be found again) wow big surprise(/s) all of these are rise al;jfldksjfkd

5. Do you respond to comments?

i try to but uh </3 i am not very good at it

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ummm. probably waiting for answers, wasting time bc even if u know the comfort and healing comes there very much isn't any in the fic itself so whoops </3 i am not good at hurt/no comfort so i don't. have a lot of fics that would really qualify

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

uuhhhhh ig fibonacci? most of my fics have relatively happy endings and. this is the one with the least angst overall so

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not yet thank god

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do not alfjdlkjfkdls

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

imma keep it real with you chief most of the crossovers that i've written are with other people's aus and idk if that counts

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of fingers crossed

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yeesssss? sorta? it's not like, on ao3 but i've done some collab crossover stuff with friends (see aforementioned crossover question)

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

god idk. i don't do a lot of shipping these days sorry </3 i have some ships i think are cute but i'm not like, into them enough to say they really qualify

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

i want to finish idiot's guide and cmh very very badly and i refuse to jinx it. idk abt npwd solely because of like the type of fic it is, idk if it'll ever be finished finished yk. like there'll always be more little scenes i can do

16. What are your writing strengths?

um. i've been told i'm good at character voice

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

sweats nervously

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i don't really do it? i probably wouldn't unless it was like, just a couple words - i don't mind too much when other ppl do it bc i have a translation extension on my laptop but i don't have many options when i'm on my phone

19. First fandom you wrote for?

doctor who........ i was like. god idek. fifteen? maybe younger i straight up don't remember <- also none of this is on ao3 this was like, back in my ff.net days and i don't think i even remember my login lmao

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

hmm hm hm. okay. probably because i fear i'm lost. just bc like... idk i'm proud of how it turned out and i'm really . idk. happy with the reception it got. i'm happy it reached people who can relate to it. and it's short enough that there's not like, enough space for there to be parts where i just have to force myself to write stuff i'm not 100% happy with to fill in the gaps. if that makes sense

tagging: You

[mulletmitsuya]

Toman groupchat

Warnings: offensive jokes (a joke about someone who is no longer alive), swearing, suggestive, milfs, (also this is shorter than the usual)

Desc: not really a description but i forgot that Chifuyu is like super rude sometimes so i'ma amp that up to 50 (this is completely irrelevant to the chapter, my bad)

Smiley: Chifuyu c'mon dude i didn't mean to

Chifuyu: literally never come to my house again

Smiley: but it was an accident😐

Chifuyu: you almost drowned Peke J in a washing machine Smiley! how is that a fucking accident

Draken: lmao

Draken: wait no is the cat okay?

Chifuyu: lmao????

Chifuyu: this is 'lmao' to you, Draken??

Draken: that's my bad dude

Mikey: LMAO

Mitsuya: has anyone heard of the term direct message

Chifuyu: Mitsuya-kun i'm not in the mood rn

Mitsuya: yeah neither am i, message each other privately jesus fucking christ

Smiley: nah y'all gotta listen to my side of the story

Smiley: ayt so i'm helping Matsuno-san out around the house right?

Smiley: and lemme tell you

Smiley: it's easy to get distracted around her yk

Takemitchy: yeah actually

Chifuyu: what does that mean?

Takemitchy: um

Takemitchy: nothing bro 😅

Chifuyu: Smiley

Smiley: she's a milf

Smiley: i'd be down to smash fr she's hot as hell

Angry: what's hot as hell is the seat reserved for you in hell😠

Angry: don't say that about our friends mom

Smiley: Baji's mom too but like i'm actually scared of her and she looks exactly like him so it'd be weird

Angry: you're not listening!

Draken: you don't have any shame at all?

Smiley: none whatsoever

Mikey: if someone called my mom a milf i'd kill myself

Chifuyu: isn't she dead

Chifuyu: guess she turned the tables

Chifuyu: cause she's the angel now

Chifuyu: not you

Chifuyu: do you get it 😐

Mikey: ...😧

Mikey: BRO??????

Mitsuya: uncalled for

Hakkai: he's giggling actually

Draken: why was that necessary 💀

Kazutora: i think it's about time Mikey gets rationed

Hakkai: *ratioed

Kazutora: yeah since this time he brought this up on himself, even i don't go up to Chifuyu when he's in a bad mood

Kazutora: he said i have pupils like goats

Kazutora: idek what that means

Kazutora: so essentially it's his fault

Kazutora: get it?

Kazutora: cause it's Mikey's fault 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Draken: ...

Mitsuya: ...

Hakkai: ....

Baji: ....

Kazutora: too soon?

Kazutora: ayt

Kazutora: my apologies 👉👈

Chifuyu: i'm sorry i'm a little agitated rn

Smiley: anyway 😁

Smiley: Peke J blends in with your mom's fake fur coat idk what else to tell you

Chifuyu: HE IS A LIVE ANIMAL YOU MOTHERFUCKER

Smiley: be careful what you call me son😋

Chifuyu: Smiley

Smiley: ig your fucking cat was sleeping cause i didn't see no live cat

Smiley: and chill out, your negatives vibes are ruining my sunny aura 😁

Baji: what's this about Peke J almost dying

Baji: i will not only kill the person responsible but also myself

Baji: don't fucking do this to me i am hanging on by a thread

Mikey: schools really kicking your ass huh

Mikey: get a tutor

Baji: they all leave

Smiley: that is so fucking funny, holy shit

Angry: SMILEY 😡

Hakkai: Angry do you genuinely think using a different 'angry' emoji colour is gonna have indifferent effect?

Hakkai: c'mon now 😕

Baji: i'ma beat the shit out of you

Baji: Chifuyu let's tag team him

Kazutora: he's crying

Baji: understandable

Smiley: y'all try and catch me fr😁👊

[grapefiesta]

Don’t you

a/n: idek I just felt like writing something a bit angsty/dramatic (yes its inspired by the taylor swift song. bad attempt. leave me alone)

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You were walking in the halls while staring at your phone, and the next thing you know, you were sent flying backwards by colliding with something or someone. The person reacts instantly, grabbing you by the arms before you can hit the ground.

“You okay?” an oh-so-familiar voice asks. You looked up only to see someone you really didn't want to. It was Miles. You could see that he was already scanning you over to check if you were okay as if to make his own assessment regardless of what you would answer. 

He had broken up with you a week ago, so you were still mad and hurt. He wasn't over you, and neither were you.

Miles watches you. His arms are wrapped around you just to make sure you’re not injured. You stare at him for a moment. Miles sees that he’s still holding you tightly, his hands around your arms, and he realizes he doesn’t want to let you go. You don’t want to move either. And you both know if you don't, you’ll slip up and get hurt again.

You stop staring and scramble out of his grasp when you felt the awkwardness kick in. “Sorry... it’s been a while.”

He looks at you, his smile slowly fading as you pull away. “Um, yeah. It has,” he says. There’s silence for a moment. He clears his throat. “I’m glad you’re okay…” his words are quiet, almost a whispered sigh.

“Yeah…”

He doesn’t respond. The silence turns into an aching awkwardness between the two of you. Miles opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out until he finally blurts out, “Listen, I’m sorry I broke things off with you. That wasn’t cool of me. I just- I just thought it would be better for you if I’m…” his words trail off as he searches for an excuse. He swallows, then looks up at you. “…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t.” You hold a hand up. “I really can’t do this.” you try your very best to hold your tears in.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he says as his brow furrows with concern. He takes a small step forward with his hands raised. “Hey…” he hesitates for a moment, then continues, “…If you’re still mad at me, I understand. But trust me, I’m hurting, too, alright? That was probably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I really liked you, you know? A lot.” He bites his lip. “I still do. And you know that I want what’s best for you. So just- just trust me, okay?”

“Breaking my heart was for the best?”

“I did it so you wouldn’t get hurt!” Miles raises his voice, his eyes widening as he realizes his shout. The students around them turn to look at them. He clears his throat, then speaks in a hushed tone. “I-I didn’t want to hurt you. It killed me when I did, but it was worth it if it meant you’d be safe.”

“So you just decided what’s best for me? Okay. Fine. Then don’t you dare tell me you miss me the next time we see each other..” you point a finger at him and keep your voice below a shout, but there was venom laced in it. “You have no idea how I feel. It’s so hard seeing you when I’m still not over you, Miles.” Your hurt turned into anger once again.

He slowly lowers his gaze. “Sorry…” His voice is quiet and his tone is remorseful, but there’s a slight hint of hurt in his tone. “I…” His mind is blank, he doesn’t know what else to say.

You storm off with a scoff, slinging your backpack around your shoulder roughly, angry at him for what he did, but he doesn’t know how to make it up to you.

Miles watches you leave from a distance. His heart sinks as you walk away. He knows he upset you, and he knows you’re still hurting, but he doesn’t know how else he could’ve explained it to you. He wants to call out to you, but he doesn’t know what he would even say. So he just watches as you leave.

You avoided Miles for about four more weeks. The next time you saw Miles was at his father's promotion party. His parents had Invited you since you were close before Miles broke things off with you.

You were talking to Rio when you saw him up there, at your spot, with a girl. “What the fuck?” you blurted out.

Miles spots you next to his mother. He stares at you for a moment before his jaw muscles flex. His lips twist into a frown. He walks over to you, and his expression drops as you stare at him with a harsh look. He sighs, and he realizes that he should probably explain things to you.

“So who’s Blondie?” you raise an eyebrow. “She tough enough to not get hurt?” you ask sarcastically with a scoff.

Miles flinches at your sarcasm. “She’s a friend,” he mutters. “We’re just hanging out. She’s nice, but nothing is going on between us. I know I can’t convince you that we’re just friends.” But there’s something in his expression that tells you he’s not telling the whole truth.

Raising an eyebrow at his expression, you grabbed his arm and pulled him a little closer. “Miles. I really tried to hate you, but it just won’t fucking work, so please.. please don’t lie that she’s just a friend. Please mean it. I don’t want to just leave your dad's party.. he invited me, and it would be rude.”

His eyes drift down to your hand on his arm, and his expression softens as he takes a small step towards you. He lets out a small, nervous sigh. “I’m sorry…,” he says quietly, “But no- it’s not like that…” Suddenly, he’s telling the truth. “I mean, I thought there might be something at first- but I realised that it’d never work. You were always the only one I wanted.” And his hand rests on your cheek, caressing it with his fingertips as his thumb brushes your cheek.

You scoff. “You don’t love me..”

“But I... I do!” His voice is soft and sincere, but there’s a faint crack in it. “You’re so important to me. Even if we broke things off, I need you to know that. I still have feelings for you, I still want the best for you, and you know that- even if you don’t want to believe it.”

“You broke up with me... you don't break up with people you have feelings for.” your voice sounded weak. You hated it. You didn’t want to be this vulnerable.

“I only did what I thought would keep you safe. I- I just didn’t want to be part of the reason that someone could hurt you. But you know what? I don’t care if someone does try to hurt you. I'll keep you safe if it comes to that. I only want you.” Miles’ voice is quiet, and his eyes meet yours, so much emotion behind them. You see the hurt he’s felt these past few weeks. It’s so clear he still feels for you, but he doesn’t know how much he can take of this back and forth.

You cup his cheeks and whisper. “No one knows your identity. I’ll be safe.” you smile a bit. “But don’t you say you love me if you don't want me again.”

His cheeks rest in your hands, his eyes are drawn to your soft gaze. Your words are sincere. He looks right into your eyes and his expression softens as he gives a small smile. “I love you,” he says softly. There’s no hesitation. His voice is firm. “I really do. I missed you so much.” He grabbed both your hands and takes them in his. “Can you… forgive me? Just give me another chance…?”

“Me too. I still do. Never stopped.” you squeezed his hands and nodded as confirmation to his question. "I will."

His heart surges with relief as he gazes down at you. “You mean it?” he asks, and his voice is a lot happier. “You would actually forgive me?” He leans down to you and kisses your cheek softly and gently before pulling away. He looks at you, his heart pounding, waiting to see how you’ll react.

You nod with a smile. “It’s better than crying myself to sleep every time I see you.” you crack a joke to downplay the severity.

Miles smiles at you, and he pulls you in a tight hug, sighing in relief as he holds you close to him. He’s relieved. He’s happy. He’s grateful, and you can feel it in the way he holds you. He leans back, still holding you close, and gives you a small smile. “Did I tell you how much I missed you?” he asks, before kissing you softly on the lips.

You smile into the kiss. “You did.” you roll your eyes with a grin and shove him lightly.

“Well, I still missed you so much. As I said, you’re the only one I want.” He holds your hands gently. 

“I never thought I would be this happy again,” he chuckles softly, then kisses your cheek.

You saw Blondie watching you from the spot she was with Miles just a few moments ago, your spot. “So, who’s the Blondie? She’s been watching us. I mean, I know that she’s just a friend now, but like, what’s her name?” You ask him about the blonde girl he was with earlier.

He blinks, realizing that she’s watching you. 

His gaze shifts over to her and then back to you. “…Her name is Gwen Stacy,” he murmurs. “Don’t ask me to explain. She’s just a good friend.” Miles pauses, his eyes shifting to Gwen for a moment, then to you. “Is she going to be an issue?”

“Nah.” you weren't worried about her. After all, Miles had told you that he thought he liked her but was mistaken.

Miles exhales, relieved, “Good,” he says as if he was worried about that happening. The smile on his face widens as he gazes at you affectionately, a soft blush on his cheeks. “…I really am glad we’re back together.”

“Man, me too,” you grin up at him a bit.

Miles reaches out and hugs you again, resting his head on your forehead for a moment, “I can’t believe I even considered that we wouldn’t be together,” He chuckles softly and moves one of your stray hairs behind your ear. “I guess even heroes can be stupid.” 

“Especially the cute ones, apparently.”

Miles gives a small laugh. “Oh, stop, you’ll make me blush more than I already am,” A faint grin spreads across his face as he pulls you back into his hug.

You both head back to the party, hand in hand, laughing and smiling with each other again, like you were before Miles even broke things off with you, and he couldn’t be happier. He feels an overwhelming sense of relief, but he still can’t help the little pang of guilt that hits him every now and again, reminding him of how he upset you. He hopes that you can fully forgive him.

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[therantsofawriterrr]

The Umbrella Academy Final Season: My Version

Part Seven: The Side Effects Of A Smelly Kombucha

Overview: During the road trip, the gang encounters problems. Five gets to know Clementine a little bit more.

TW: mature language, throwing up but it's not shown explicitly for the amount of time the show showed it, idek if it's that explicit tbh. Anyway also some body pain and all that stuff is mentioned i think, do tell me if i missed anything! Pairings in the chapter: Mostly Five x OC A/N: hello, I'm back with another part, I'm really sorry that i added the throwing up part, but at least it's not as bad as it was in the show??? Or maybe it was, but like. I needed to like, show that reaction to the marigold, other than the ones alr mentioned. Coz it's literally like, changing their bodies. So. Um. Anyway. Sorry.

Masterlist

It was only a matter of time before the song Baby Shark started grating on people's ears.

"God!" Viktor said, holding his head in his hands. "Will you please turn that song off?"

I can't, it's stuck," Diego replied.

Allison rolled her eyes as Klaus vibed to the song. Clementine's head was lolling a bit as she slept and she laid her head back in the seat, closing her eyes and finally getting the sleep she needed.

One hour later, the car rolled down the highway, Five looked at Diego, wondering how he was so calm with the song playing in the background like that, as Ben's stomach started gurgling again.

Three hours later, Luther, trying really hard not to move one muscle because it made his whole body ache snapped, "Diego, will you change that song?"

Allison was in a deep slumber, Clementine was going in and out of sleep, Viktor had his hands on his ears, Five, Ben and Lila were clutching at their stomachs.

"I can't!" Diego said exasperatedly.

Klaus took out a bottle from his bag and it woke Clementine up from her slumber , making her groan and she slapped a hand to her mouth and nose as Lila said, "Oh my god, that smells rancid."

"What?" Klaus asked in disbelief. "You don't like my kale-kiwi-carrot-cabbage kombucha?"

"Don't get me wrong, man," Clementine said, her words muffled behind her hand. "I love all of those but separately."

"Yeah, well, it's good for the soul and great for the bowels," Klaus explained.

"Diego?" Five called out softly. "Maybe, uh, maybe pull over."

"Can't," Diego replied straightforwardly, turning to him. "We're making good time."

"Um. Please listen to him," Clementine agreed meekly. "Don't wanna get your vehicle dirty."

"Yeah. I'm gonna hurl," Five said weakly.

"Can you pull over? I need to pee," Lila said.

Diego looked at her reflection in the rear view mirror, "All right. Heads up. Here."

He held out the pee bottle for Lila to use, making Klaus retract, sipping on his kombucha.

"You know what it is," Diego said as Lila disgustingly exclaimed, "Not the pee bottle!"

"Right," Diego agreed. "Use it."

He threw it back, making everyone protest in disgust.

"Pull over, man," Five pleaded.

"We are sticking to the itinerary," Diego announced.

"Five, open the window," Luther requested, his stomach rumbling. Ben seconded the notion and Five weakly turned to open it.

Just as he was cranking the window handle, it broke in his hand, and stared at it in surprise.

"What the- Did you just break the window, man!?" Diego yelled, taking the handle in his hand and causing the van to swerve.

"Hey, you spilled my kombucha!" Klaus yelled back angrily.

"Ok, I'm really sorry for this!" Clementine shouted and lifted a hand.

Diego returned his eyes to the road to see a horde of pedestrians crossing the street and stepped on the brake, screeching the vehicle to a stop.

Five, Lila, Ben, Luther and Clementine exited the vehicle and went to different spots to retch out the contents of their stomach. Diego soon followed, trying to support his wife, as well as do his own thing.

Allison woke up from her deep sleep to see the vehicle empty except for Klaus. "What happened?"

"Oh, yeah, I think it's the reappearance of the marigold in their bloods. Causing some reactions in their bodies, I guess."

"Well, why isn't anything happening to us, then?" She asked.

Klaus shrugged and got out another bottle of his kombucha, and opening it triggered Allison's gag reflex.

"Oh, Christ it's not the marigold, you idiot," she muttered before exiting.

Klaus just gave another shrug and continued to drink his healthy drink, not understanding the fact that it was in fact, the drink that was making them retch.

About fifteen minutes later, all of them returned to the vehicle and the first thing Luther did upon doing so, was to snatch Klaus's bag and throw away his kombuchas.

"Hey, what are you doing!?" He asked.

"No more kombuchas, Klaus, please," Ben pleaded and Klaus agreed.

Many hours later, at night, Clementine was the one sitting awake in the passenger seat at night, as everyone took turns to sleep behind the backseat.

Diego slapped himself to keep himself awake, turning back to look at everyone sleeping. He stared at Lila for a split second, before turning back to look at the road.

"I'm sorry about earlier," Clementine said softly, sounding truly apologetic.

Diego gave her a side glance, to see her lent back in her seat with her feet on the dashboard, that too after asking for permission. "What do you mean?"

She turned her head to the side to look at him. "The pedestrians. They weren't real."

He only gave her a confused look before she said, "My power is making up illusions. It's actually way more complicated than that, but, in short, yeah."

"So if I'd hit them, I'd just have gone through them?"

"Well, not exactly. See, I make illusions in a more... physical state. Like, um. It would've been a physical hit for you, but it still wouldn't have been real."

"Huh. That's weird," Diego said.

"Tell me about it," Clementine replied with a sigh.

"What year were you born in?" He asked inquisitively.

"1989. Just like the rest of you."

"You should be in your thirties then. Like the rest of us."

"Five's not in his thirties."

"He's a special case, so to speak."

"Well, if you put it like that," Clementine said, sitting up straight. "I'm a special case too."

Diego gave her a surprised look filled with curiosity, making her chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm a 63 year old soul stuck in a 22 year old body."

"Fuck," he said, setting his elbow on the car windowsill and rubbing at his forehead. "So, what, were you stuck in the future with Five? Wait. Are you Delores?"

"What? No. Delores was just someone he imagined because of his desperation. I was stuck in a... a different apocalypse, so to speak. Stuck in it for 13 years, and then the Commission found me. Worked there for about 31 years."

"Damn. Can't believe you managed to work in that shithole for that long," Diego murmured. "I couldn't even sit through their beginning presentation."

She chuckled again, cracking her neck. "Yeah, it got boring for me too. After about... two years."

He scoffed in disbelief as they fell silent, Diego thinking about what he heard Clementine just trying not to sleep, her eyes fluttering close.

One hour later, Clementine woke to see the sky streaked in beautiful sunrise colors. She stretched and turned to the side, blinking in surprise after seeing Five at the wheel.

"Diego wanted a break," he said.

She nodded in understanding, stretching her arms with a soft groan when Five asked, "So, did you remember everything or...?"

"Oh, yeah," she affirmed.

"So, you were just pulling my leg when you were always teasing me about being a step ahead of me?"

"Yup," she replied cheerfully. "It was revenge for the time back at the Commission. God, you were an egoistic asshole back then."

He scoffed, running a hand through his hair to pull the strands off his eyes. "I heard you went rogue back then."

"I did," she confirmed. "It was around the time you got your folks to the 60s. I kind of got the motivation to save one of my people."

"Did you?"

"I don't know. Don't think so."

"Why?"

She turned back to look out the window, a faraway look in her eyes.

"She didn't really want to be saved."

Five heaved a heavy sigh at that, as a numbing memory flashed in Clementine's mind.

"Mom. You'll be able to grow old, away from all this," Clementine said, with an encouraging smile.

"And what, make a life for myself again? No, thanks. You kill your father, and then you vanish for 13 years-"

"31," Clementine interjected softly.

"What?" Her mother asked with a confused look on her face.

"It's been 31 years since I left," she repeated, her knuckles pale because of her grip on the handle of her briefcase.

"So, what are you saying that you're 58?"

"Yes. I work for this company that's based on time, alright? That's how I'm here right now. Now, can you please just open the suitcase and get to a safe timeline?"

"I would rather die," was the answering snarl.

"Oh my god, don't you get it? You did die, Mom! I was stuck in the aftermath of this for 13 years! And then I came back, 27 years ago to stop it, but nobody believed me. I've watched you die once. Don't make me watch it again."

"Well, then, get out! Nobody's asking you to stay!"

Clementine scoffed as tears welled in her eyes, placing the second briefcase on the floor.

"What're you keeping that here for?"

"I don't have any use for it. Plus, you might change your mind. Just put a random year, and a random number beside it. You'll be safe, then."

And with that Clementine opened the briefcase and blipped out, leaving her mother to her own.

Clementine sighed as she shook her head, looking at the road. "How much time till we reach?"

"About two hours, give or take," Five answered.

She let out another tired groan. "God, we better get something in this town or else I'm gonna kill Sy myself."

"What's the deal with this guy, anyway? Why're you so worried about him?" Five asked.

"He's just this... sweet, sad man whose daughter went missing years ago. He's very gullible when it comes to that, so... I don't know. I've just been helping him. Kinda."

"I thought you didn't like old people," Five pointed out from the conversation they'd had years ago when they were partnered up on a mission.

"Okay, again. I don't like the vast majority of the d people because they're assholes. They keep bringing up their times and how they lived life back in the old ages when it clearly doesn't apply to the modern one. That said, there are a few badass old people who move on with the times. Those old people, I like," Clementine concluded. "Also, Sy's like 52. So, he's not old."

"How's 52 not old?" He asked incredulously.

"Dude old is, in corporate terms, 60s, but according to me old is when a person starts their old age. 50 to 70 is middle aged."

"Huh. Guess we're middle aged then."

"Yeah, I guess," Clementine said, before laughing softly. "God, that's weird. In people's eyes we're just young people who've just started adulting, whereas we've literally lived half our lives."

"Half of our shitty lives," Five corrected.

"What are you guys yapping about?" Lila asked sleepily, turning around into another uncomfortable position. "Shut up."

They promptly did, choosing to stay silent for the rest of the ride. Five couldn't help but feel nice about finally knowing that his only acquaintance at the Commission actually knew who he was since the start.

He'd almost forgotten about her, but then, the moment he'd seen her in the CIA building, he had known that other than his family, she would be another one of the known people that he could rely on. He'd smiled with glee the first time she'd made a snarky remark regarding the number of cases he'd solved.

Even now, he was happy that she was here travelling with them. Oddly enough, he knew that she'd get along perfectly with his family.

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Matchmaker

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Synopsis: Yelena has a crush on you, you finally realize

Warnings: none

a/n: having a fat crush on Yelena rn and this seemed cute. enjoy!! <3 also idek what au this is, im just making shit up for my benefit. ps short bc im tired

You looked around the compound at the happy couples. Wanda and Nat, Pepper and Tony. Contented and together, all because of you. You had become somewhat renowned around the building as a matchmaker. You set people up to fall in love, but never worked your magic on yourself. This was unfortunate, because as you had been recently working on setting up a couple people from work up together, you had been blindsided to the hot, blonde, Russian who was so obviously into you.

As you walked away from the couple, Wanda sidled up next to you.

"So, Y/n," she said coyly, bumping her hip on yours as you walked. "Congrats on another successful match." You gave her a sidelong glance, your intuition giving you signs that she was hinting on something.

"See, it's really interesting. You set all these people up, and make them happy, but what about you?" Wanda asked sincerely, stopping and walking the two of you over to a seat by the window.

"Still not catching on, Wanda. Spit it out." You said, thoughts racing in your head.

"God, Y/n, you're so thick sometimes. When are you gonna take your share? Your own piece from the cake? Hello, find yourself a girlfriend!" She exclaimed, emphasizing the last words. Calming back down, she continued. "Besides, I know someone who has their eye on you." She winked and stood up, meeting Natasha in the hallway, joining hands as they walked, chatting excitedly about a movie. You stayed in the chair, staring out the window, pondering the conversation that had just happened. Someone sitting down next to you roused you back to the present. It was Yelena. You shared a mutual smile, beginning to engage in small talk. Happenings in life, new clothes, complimenting each other.

Throughout the conversation, Yelena was a giggling, hopeless romantic mess. You didn't seem to notice the ways she made the conversation flirty, complimenting you, laughing at your witty remarks. Your phone began to ding with notifications, signaling your leave. You didn't want the conversation to end. Talking to Yelena made your heart feel... warm? Whatever it was, it felt nice.

"Sorry, Lena, I gotta go." You said, regret creeping into your voice.

"Oh, yeah, sure." She said, her words smoothed by her accent. "Um, Y/n, before you go, wanna grab a coffee sometime?"

You turned to face her. "Yeah, if my schedule works, I'll let you know." You responded. You began walking down the hallway, and as you passed Wanda who was talking with Nat, it all came to you. Wandas words earlier, Yelena's flirty behavior, asking you out to drinks. You whirled around on your heel, rushing back to the blonde who was still there.

"Fuck, Yelena. I'm so dumb sometimes. I'd love to go out to coffee."

She blushed. "Ok, I'll text you then," she said, her voice high with happiness. As she turned to leave this time, you called her name, summing you back to her. You ran up and pecked her on the lips. She smiled, standing in the middle of the hallway, blushing and swooning as she watched you leave, unexplainably happy that you finally got the message.