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sleepyjuice · 7 months ago

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28 + 45 w jj ofc

summary: jj picks you up from a girls night!

warnings: drinking, vomiting due to drinking (it’s barely described and not detailed!) jj once again being an absolute dream<3

All bets were off when it came to a good old classic girls night.

It had been far too long since you, Sarah and Kie had a night to yourselves without the boys. But for once, the boys had plans for the night, so the three of you took this opportunity and ran with it.

You had met at Sarah’s, as she somehow had the house to herself for the weekend, which also meant unlimited access to Ward’s in home bar.

You could barely even remember what you were drinking after a while, all of you completely wasted just a few hours into the night.

Kiara had passed out on Sarah’s bed, out for the night, and Sarah was texting John b to come back early so he could stay the night with her.

About a half hour later, you heard the doorknob to Sarah’s bedroom rattling, causing the two of you to gasp and grab onto one another, both of you positive there was an intruder breaking in to kill all of you. Kiara wasn’t phased, still sound asleep, and you envied the fact that she would go semi peacefully, while you and Sarah fought for your lives.

“Oh my god, Sarah, we’re gonna fucking die!” You whisper yelled, Sarah’s fearful eyes meeting your own as you clutched onto each other for dear life from your spot on the floor.

You both screamed when the door opened, hiding your faces against one another as you prepared for the worst, and you damn near jumped out of your skin when you felt a hand on your shoulder, leading you to cautiously peak your eyes up.

“jj! What the fuck?” You gasped, your heart still racing, but you soon giggled at the sight of your boyfriend’s shocked expression, looking beside him to see John b sharing the same look of shock and confusion.

“What the fuck, me? Y’all just screamed bloody murder for no reason. John b just texted Sarah that we were here and she texted him back and said to come up. Literally like two minutes ago.” jj explained, now noticing all of the empty bottles and glasses scattered across Sarah’s desk. He certainly found the humor in this situation, but he was just confused.

Your eyes widened at his explanation, turning to Sarah, both of you immediately giggling loudly.

“Oops!” She laughed, reaching up for John b’s hand so she could stand up.

“Glad you ladies had a good night,” John b spoke, his hand around Sarah’s waist as he held her up, “Kie still with us?” He asked, glancing over at the sleeping figure at the bed.

“Mhm, she knocked out a little bit ago. She smoked a little, too, so she got sleepy.” Sarah responded, leaning into her boyfriend.

“Alright, let’s get you home, baby.” jj spoke as he helped you to your feet, his hands fixing your shorts that had ridden up from sitting for so long.

“John b, you staying the night here with Sarah?” jj asked, the brunette nodding in response as he worked to keep Sarah upright as she swayed.

“Yeah, I’m gonna take her into the guest room so she can sleep. She’s fallin’ asleep in my arms.” John b responded, sarah giggling sleepily as he led her out of her bedroom.

“John b! Make sure you take her makeup off ‘fore she sleeps, ‘kay?” You quickly reminded your friend, giggling once again as you leaned back into jj’s arms that were wrapped firmly around your waist, holding you in place.

“Copy that. Night guys. jj, take the Twinkie and just pick me back up sometime tomorrow.” John b stated, tossing the keys to jj as they made their way to the guest bedroom.

jj gave a little salute to his friend as they walked away, turning you to face him now, smiling lovingly down at your flushed face.

“You get into a lot of trouble without me, hm?” He grinned, patting your ass gently as you gushed up at him.

“Maybee…” you hummed, leaning up to plant a little kiss against your boyfriend’s lips, unable to stop smiling. You had a good night with your friends, and now you got to go home with your boyfriend. Life couldn’t get any better at the moment.

“Yeah, you do,” he laughed, “let’s grab your stuff so we can get back to the chateau and get your little ass to bed.” he instructed, dropping his hold on your waist to grab your shoes that were discarded on the floor a few feet away.

He looked at you, and you gave him a look, which he knew all too well. Shaking his head, jj kneeled down to slip your shoes on your feet, unable to hide his little smirk at your behavior.

“Got me doin’ all the work here.” He teased as you smiled satisfactorily, your heart swelling at your boyfriend’s sweet actions. He was so good to you.

“Alright, you bring anything else?” He asked, glancing over at your purse sat on a chair across the room, stepping over to grab it.

You shook your head at his question, expecting him to hand you your purse, but instead he put it over his shoulder, causing you to giggle giddily.

“You look so cute!” You gushed at your boyfriend, wishing your phone wasn’t in said purse so you could take a picture.

“Yeah, I know, let’s get going, baby. Say bye to Kie.” He rolled his eyes, walking over to stand in the doorway as you gave Kiara a little kiss on her forehead, seeing as she was still sound asleep.

You followed over to jj, watching as he quietly shut the bedroom door behind him as you made your way down to hall and to the top of the long and winding staircase, stopping at the top as jj went down the first few steps.

He turned to look back at you when he realized you weren’t right behind him, immediately recognizing the look in your eyes.

“Baby-“

“Can you carry me?” You asked before he could finish speaking, swaying slightly as you were dizzy and the length of the staircase below you was rather intimidating in your current state.

jj sighed dramatically, but not in annoyance. He loved how soft and clingy you got when you were drunk. It honestly wasn’t too different from how you normally were, but your behavior was endearing to him and he felt happy to be not only wanted, but needed. Even if it was something as small as carrying you when you were drunk and didn’t want to walk.

You couldn’t hold back your smile as jj made his way back up the top few steps, positioning his arms below you and swooping you up so he was carrying you bridal style.

“Thank you, jay.” You hummed in appreciation, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head into the crook of his neck as he carried you down the long staircase.

Once at the bottom, he managed to keep you held up with one hand as he pulled the front door open, stepping outside and pulling it shut before repositioning his other hand to hold you properly again.

You sighed at the feeling of the fresh air hitting your skin. The slight breeze felt like heaven against your flushed cheeks and the sound of the not so distant waves hitting the shore was nothing short of soothing.

“Glad you had fun tonight, baby.” jj murmured as he walked through the large front yard towards the Twinkie, setting you down to open the passengers side door for you to get in.

You opened your mouth to respond, but the sudden shift from being held in the air to standing up straight had your vision spinning and your stomach turning.

“Ughhhh…” you grumbled, no stranger to what was about to come.

jj read your expression immediately, recognizing your sudden shift. He acted fast, pulling your purse off his shoulder and setting it on the hood of the Twinkie before moving behind you to pull your hair back as you knelt down over the grass that surrounded the long driveway, his other hand holding your waist steady so you didn’t fall as you began to empty your stomach into the grass. Sorry Sarah.

You threw up quite a bit, coughing loudly once you were finished as you worked to get some air back in your burning lungs. jj’s hand patted gently at your back, cooing soft words in your ear as you recovered.

“It’s okay, I got you.” He spoke softly, sitting down on the pavement and gently pulling you down to sit between his legs and lean back against his chest, wanting to give you a minute to recover before getting in a moving vehicle.

You sighed as you leaned back into jj, the air slowly filling your lungs again, closing your eyes as you let the cool breeze help cool you down as you recovered.

“I love you, jj, so much.” You spoke quietly after a moment, turning your head behind you to meet your boyfriend’s gaze. His soft skin looked beautiful under the moonlight, his blue eyes looking nothing short of iridescent as they met yours, his soft pink lips tugging up into a grin before kissing the top of your head several times.

“Mm, I love you, too, baby.” He spoke into your hair before resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Let’s sit here a few more minutes and then let’s get you home. Gotta get my girl to bed.”

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #outer banks #jj maybank one shot #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank prompt #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x you

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weird-is-life · 1 year ago

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I’m actually obsessed w Spencer Reid rn. Please can you write something really really cute and fluffy and reader gets drunk while out meeting Spencer’s team, and starts getting really jealous and protective of him, clinging to his waist and scowling at any girl, (or boy, because reader explains that her boy is so pretty that she bets men love him too), that come anywhere near him. The team tease the two lovingly, but when reader gets so overwhelmed and clingy that she starts to cry, Spencer melts. He starts massaging her hair, cuddling her close to his chest. He’s praising her and telling her how much he adores her and only her.

He drives her home, and it ends in the two falling asleep whilst spooning each other <3

Hii, ty for the request🥰! Hope this is okay. Sorry it took me so long. Warnings: use of pet names, mentions of alcohol, jealous!reader, fluff (0.9k)

It's not your first time meeting Spencer's team, so you definitely aren't shy to have a good time along with some drinks.

But eventually, one drink turns into one too many and you end up drunk. And it's not just you, it's everybody, except for the drivers of the night. Meaning Spencer, he's your driver for the night, so he sticks to a soda for the whole night.

And actually, Spencer goes to get you a soda as well, not wanting you to get anymore drunk. He knows, you'll feel terrible in the morning with how many drinks you've had already.

When he comes back with the sodas and sits next to you, your whole face lights up at the sight of him and you immediately make yourself comfortable on his lap.

"Wha- Oh, okay, "Spencer doesn't get the chance to say anything as you sit in his lap. He only chuckles at it and so does the team.

"W-what?" you cluelessly giggle along with them, a bit confused why they are all laughing.

"Nothing, "Emily answers for all of them and chuckles some more.

You frown drunkenly, but the frown dissappears just as quickly as it came, when you feel Spencer squeezing your thigh (lovingly).

You look at him, your expression completely lovesick," you look so handsome tonight Spence," your attempt of a whisper is very, very far from actually whispering.

"Just today?" Spencer actually whispers with a teasing smile.

"Noooo," you drag the 'o' for a bit too long, " y-you always look v-very handsome."

Again, you fail to whisper, so the team hears your answer clearly.

"He really does and I think some other people here think it, too " Derek chuckles and his eyes end up on a table at the back of the bar, the people there are visibly ogling Spencer.

When you notice it, you scowl. It's surprising, that you can even see that far back with your kind of blurry vission, but you do.

It looks quite comical, how you drunkenly glare at them. But you can't help it, why are they looking at Spence, your Spence, like that?

"Woah, woah, woah, babe, you're gonna kill someone with that look," Emily teases you, she's just as drunk as you, so she finds her comment very funny and laughs. You, on the other hand, glare at her, as well.

"You guys are being so mean," you slur as you point at the team and they just laugh some more. You can't help, but to giggle with them, too. You can't even remember why you were upset a few seconds ago as you laugh with them. Spencer only shakes his head at how ridiculous you all are, although there's a smile on his face, too.

Once the laughter dies down and everybody starts a small talk of their own. Your endorphins seem to run out of your system and your ecstatic mood dissappears.

Spencer notices it immediately, your sad face and dejected sitting position tell him enough. He knows, it's time for you and him to go home and get some sleep.

He asks you if you want to go home and you just tiredly nod.

Spencer gently pulls you up onto your wobbly legs and says goodbye to everyone for you both. He walks you to the car (or more like he carries you there, because you put your whole bodyweight on him) and he even puts on the seatbelt for you.

Before Spencer can even start the car, you are sniffling softly with big tears running down your cheeks.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Spencer instantly worries, taking your face into his hands and wiping away the loose tears.

"I just....I just l-love you so much," you hiccup as you respond to his question. And Spencer swears, he couldn't love you any more after hearing your adorable answer.

"Yeah? Is that why you're crying?" he gives you a warm, amused smile.

"M-maybe," you don't really know why you're crying. Spencer thinks, it might be the alcohol in your system messing with your hormones.

Spencer would laugh at your answer if you didn't look so damn sad about it. Instead he just says, "come here."

He hugs you and you very eagerly hug him back. Spencer runs his hand up and down over your back until the sniffling stops and until he can't feel anymore tears wetting his t-shirt.

He pulls you away from him carefully, "are you feeling better? Should we head home now, huh?"

You nod sluggishly, " y-yeah, but w-will you hug me some more at home?"

"Of course, however long you want, sweetheart," Spencer smiles at you and raises your intertwined hands towards his lips to kiss the back of your hand.

You smile at him, happy to hear Spencer's promise of cuddles and you contentedly look out of the window, while Spencer starts the car.

By the time Spencer parks the car, you are out, fast asleep in the front seat. He can't blame you, the roar of the engine would lull him to sleep too if he was just as tired and just as drunk as you.

Spencer, though unwillingly, wakes you up. You wake up, confused as to where you are, but you smile sleepily at Spence, when you realise it's him.

"Come on, love. Let's get you inside," you lean heavily on him as you walk to the apartment.

Once, you're inside, Spencer helps you change into comfy pyjamas and removes your make-up (you are half asleep as he does that). He prepares a glass of water and painkillers for you on the bedside table for the morning.

When Spencer finally joins you in the bed, you are sleeping again. He pulls you towards him and cuddles you close, you sigh happily into his chest. You two stay like that the whole night, Spencer hugs you tightly just like he promised, he would.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid

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murdockparker · 9 months ago

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Promises, Promises

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Five years is a long time to be together, Peter knew that. Peter also knew that everything was expensive—but he had an idea. A little juvenile, sure, but it was an idea regardless.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: mentions of sex (no smut), reader is a nerd, Star Wars hot take?

A/N: I haven't written for Peter in a hot second, but I'm glad to get back into the swing of things ;) i'll see myself out now

An old pop song blasted through the small shop, possibly from the eighties or nineties, it was hard to decipher, given that the boombox playing the song was probably older than she was.

“Do you need more toilet paper?” She asked across the aisle, hoping someone would answer back—a certain someone in particular.

“Nah,” she could see a mop of brown shake from over the packages, “I just bought some last week.”

“Peter, if you’re lying to me and you’re out of toilet paper again I swear on all that is holy—”

“Babe,” Peter said softly, peaking around the corner, “trust me. It’s not gonna be like last time.”

“Oh? You mean the time I was stranded on your toilet while you ran out to buy some more?” She nearly had laughed at the memory, but decided against it, having far more fun antagonizing her boyfriend. “That last time?”

He went positively crimson, from his neck to his ears. He always looked good in red, she thought, but she liked this red the best. “I am one thousand percent positive—I think I still have the receipt in my back pocket.”

“You said you bought some last week though? You haven’t washed those jeans yet?”

Peter shrugged. “I haven’t worn these that many times since last week…”

She laughed at that, pulling a bag of chips off of the shelf. Changing her mind, she pulled another as well—her favorite and his favorite. “Okay pretty boy, I believe you. I also believe we’ll be making a stop to the laundromat tonight, too.”

“Can we do it tomorrow?” Peter groaned, grabbing the snacks from her and holding them close. “I’m not in the mood tonight.”

“Obviously you haven’t been in the mood for a week,” she rolled her eyes. “But sure, we can go tomorrow. Tonight, we feast like twelve year olds and binge our favorite movies.”

“How did I get so lucky?” Peter sighed, leaning up against the shelf, eyes locked on her. “A pretty girl willing to watch Star Wars, eat cheese puffs and date me?”

“Don’t forget the hot, hot sex you’ll have with the pretty girl after,” she winked, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “Speaking of—”

“Restocked those too,” Peter said proudly. “Bought them with the toilet paper—could show you the receipt if you want. Bet you’re glad I held onto it, right?”

She pushed him away, her nose scrunched up in disgust. “I take the offer of sex back, I’m still not over those dirty jeans.”

“I’ll shower!”

“Just buy the snacks,” she laughed, shoving him towards the cashier. “I’ll rethink my offer in the meantime.”

“Aye aye, boss,” Peter saluted, turning hot on his heels to the front. She couldn’t help but smile, watching him laugh with the bodega owner, pulling crumpled bills out of his pockets and pressing them against the counter. There was hardly anything that Peter Parker could do that she didn’t find endearing—find something to smile about.

“Local news tonight, late last night in Manhattan, our favorite web slinger was seen assisting with directing traffic during the power surge,” a reporter on the T.V. in the corner of the store announced, the screen showed Spider-Man waving traffic along, webbing a car to stop before it crashed into another oncoming vehicle. “Local authorities showed up minutes later to take over, sans-webs.”

“Huh,” she clicked, feeling her smile grow wider. “He's been spending time in Manhattan?”

“Spider-Man gets around town,” Peter shrugged, finally returning beside his girlfriend, their purchases in white plastic bags. “Can’t always stay in Queens, can he?”

“Helps if Spider-Man goes to school in Manhattan, no?” She teased quietly, elbowing Peter lovingly.

“He had time after class,” his voice matched her own, low and slow, opening the door and finally walking out onto the street. “What? Was he expected to let everyone crash their cars while the stoplights went out?”

“No,” she hummed, noticing quickly how Peter took the outside of their strides, closest to the street. He always did that. The notion warmed her heart, the feeling flooding to her toes. “Good thing he was there to help out. I’m sure the police were thankful.”

He snorted. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Okay,” she conceded, head falling onto his shoulder. “Yeah, that was dumb to say.”

The rest of the walk was silent, as silent as it could get in New York City, anyhow. Comfortable, the beats of the city passing by with every step towards Peter’s apartment, hands intertwined with the other. Occasionally, he’d tug her back and stop her from stepping into the street, clearly knowing she’s not paying attention to the changing pedestrian signs. She’d squeeze his hand back in thanks.

“Have you thought more about moving in?” Peter asked, trying his best to unlock the door to his apartment, wrists heavy from the bags. “Y’know, I’m sure I can get you added to the lease if I asked.”

“Thought about it,” she hummed, gently taking the bags from him. “I just… your place is a bit small.”

“What?” He scoffed, finally pushing the door open and allowing her to enter. “You’re saying this luxurious suite is too small?”

It was comical, the timing of his statement. She could hardly turn her neck and she’d get a full view of Peter’s apartment—minus the bathroom. He could only afford a studio, and even then it was bursting at the seams, with all of his school work, his work work and his ‘unofficial’ work work, the place was a mess. He tried his best to keep it tidy, he really did. It was never filthy, just overrun by stuff.

“Babe, you’re growing out of your own space,” she laughed, double checking she locked the door behind them—it had a habit of sticking. “How’d you think I’d fit in here?”

“Preferably on my lap, or in my bed,” he smirked. “But… yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s a little cramped.”

“It’s not that I don’t love you, or love spending time here,” (Y/N) clarified. “Hell, you’d think after all these years I’d have moved on if that was the case.”

“Has it been that long?” He asked rhetorically, opening the bags in the kitchen—if you could call it that.

“I won’t even pretend to act insulted you’ve forgotten how long we’ve been together, Parker.”

“Time flies when you’re in love,” Peter nearly sings. “Five years is a long time, feels like just yesterday I was nervously asking you out.”

“I asked you out,” she corrected. “I know, I know, five years and a hell of a lot of brain damage from crime fighting can make you misremember—”

“No way,” he scoffed. “I distinctly remember sliding a note in your locker between classes. Super cute, very sappy, I might add.”

She hopped up on his counter, with what little space he had free, anyway. “Did you? You seem to be forgetting how I pulled you aside after science class and, very confidently, I might add, asked you out for milkshakes after school.”

“That was the day I left you the note,” Peter blinked. “I just assumed you read it and were moving the process along.”

“Wait,” she barked a laugh. “I thought you left the note after I asked you out?”

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’. “Left it for you that morning, chemistry wasn’t until after lunch.”

“Huh,” she breathed, shoulders deflating. “I guess we both asked each other out on the same day.”

“Can’t believe it took us five years to figure that out,” Peter laughed, patting her thigh.

“Knowing us? I’m surprised it didn’t take us ten.”

Ten years.

Ten years with her.

The thought alone made Peter buzz with happiness.

“We’re both pretty smart people,” Peter squeaked out, fighting his own body, hoping and praying a childish blush won’t give him away. “We would’ve figured it out before then.”

“I dunno, seems unlikely,” she opened a bag of chips, impatient to start their evening. “What are we starting with tonight? Phantom Menace?”

“We started with Phantom Menace last time, chronological order,” he scrunched his nose. “I think we should go by release order this weekend, just to shake things up.”

“Okay, nerd,” she said, her voice filled with affection. Hopping off the counter, she walked towards his couch. “I’ll go get A New Hope set up, then. You plate the snacks.”

“I’ll pull out my finest china,” Peter said. He opened the cabinets to find two bowls, one for each of the bags of chips. They were mismatched and two totally different sizes, but they were free from the old neighbors, so he made do.

“Y’know, I don’t think the debate between release order versus chronological order is all that great,” (Y/N) said, mostly to herself. “I mean, there’s a thousand other things Star Wars fans can get caught up in arms in, but the order in which to watch the movies? Oh no, someone man the Reddit boards! What a crock of shit. It doesn’t matter anyway, they’re all good movies.”

He chuckled, clearly amused by his girlfriend’s rant. “All of them? That’s a controversial opinion.”

“If I had a good time watching it, it was a good movie,” (Y/N) said simply. “Not everyone’s a critic.”

“Clearly.”

“Do you not agree?”

“I agreed the last time we had this conversation,” Peter droned, though not bored in the slightest. “Though, I will admit, I was perhaps a bit distracted, on account of your nakedness.”

“Our pillow talk gets heated,” she said, no hint of shame in her voice. “Only intellectual conversations afterwards, to ground us and all after… everything.”

“Because the sex is that good?”

“Because the sex is that good,” she agreed.

“Maybe I should plan that shower soon,” he grinned, walking over to his loving girlfriend. “Delay our marathon…”

“I didn’t walk all the way here just for sex, you know,” (Y/N) hummed, the couch shifting at Peter’s added weight. “An added bonus, for sure, but I came here to pig out and watch silly little movies set in space with my pretty boyfriend.”

“Pretty boyfriend?”

“The prettiest,” she giggled, slipping a kiss to the tip of his nose. It’s not her fault he has such a kissable face—lips, cheeks, nose, wherever. “Big doe eyes, loads of freckles, smoochy cheeks—”

“Which ones?”

A pillow—one she had bought him months ago—met his face with a quick thump. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossibly smoochable,” Peter giggled, feeling lighter than air. “You said so yourself.”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice all thick and lovey, “I know.”

Peter looked at her like she held the world in her hands, sitting beside him on his old couch—one that they had both moved up the stairs together two years ago—he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Everything was right in the world, everything was right in his heart.

“Are you gonna press play?”

He shook his head a bit, dumping his lovesick thoughts out of his ears. “Oh! Yeah, right. The movie.”

She pulled a blanket up on them, snuggling closer to Peter as the opening fanfare begun to play. With the text scrolling on the screen, one he hardly needed to read to know what it said given his near-memorization of the film, he felt at peace.

—

Mindlessly scrolling on his phone, it was usually how he spent his mornings, to wake himself up. He knew about the studies with blue light and stimulation of that sort of activity and wakefulness—having heard it enough from the party beside him, but he didn’t seem to care.

Apartment listings.

She was right, his studio was too small for the both of them, and it was only fitting if they were going to start a life together—living with one another—that they had ample space. Besides, they were graduating within the year anyhow, so location wasn’t terribly important. In the city would be nice, given his… other occupation, but he could get used to living outside of Manhattan again. It was quieter, usually, and only by a small percent. Cheaper, too. Thank God for his scholarships, he wouldn’t have made it very far without them.

She stirred next to him, pulling his comforter mostly off of him. He didn’t need it right now, anyway. Not when she was sleeping so soundly. He craved these weekends, when they both had a break from school and work—most of the time anyway. Peter Parker knew in his heart of hearts that he needed this every day. Perhaps forever.

Forever.

That seemed so out of reach five years ago, but now? Peter simply couldn’t see a life without her in it. With their hectic schedules, his being all-encompassing, marriage was out of the question, at least for a few years. That’s why the apartment was so important to him, a piece of forever within their grasp.

“Maybe…” Peter sighed, clicking his phone off, afraid to breathe louder than necessary.

She didn’t seem to wake, anyhow.

—

“Why do weekends here go by so fast?”

“At the laundromat?”

(Y/N) gave him a knowing glance. “Yes, Pete, weekends fly by here at the laundromat.”

“Come on,” Peter laughed, stacking his jeans—fresh out of the dryer. “It’s not so bad. They have those magazines you like.”

“Magazines from years ago—”

“There was that one from the eighties you found two months ago,” Peter pointed. “Stuck under one of the dryers?”

She smiled at the memory. “True. That was kinda fun. Seeing all the dated hairstyles and outfits was a treat. But you knew what I meant, use that big brain of yours.”

“It probably has something to do with the fact we like spending time with one another,” Peter began, patting the top of his laundry pile. “Y’know, makes the time go by faster.”

“Maybe,” she sighed. “I mean, logically, that’s probably the answer.”

“Logically? As opposed to illogically?”

“I could shove a sock down your throat right now, Parker,” she said seriously, holding up a balled up blue sock of his. “No one here would stop me. So cut it out with the smart ass-ness.”

Peter snorted a laugh. “Such a scary girlfriend I have, threatening me with socks.”

“Maybe instead of kryptonite like Superman, your weakness is socks? I need to capitalize on that venture before anyone else does,” she said, throwing the sock into the laundry basket. “Once I crack that code, I can sell it to all the big baddies of New York.”

“And maybe with all of the money you make, we could invest in a place for us,” Peter said.

“A house on the water,” she said dreamily. “Four bedrooms, an office—maybe one for both of us? Oh! An open kitchen sounds nice too, one with stone counters and fancy wood cabinets—real wood, not particle board. One of those farmhouse sinks?”

“If you share Spider-Man’s one weakness to all the big baddies of New York, don’t you think you’d have a hard time sharing a life with him after?” Peter asked, the sounds of the machines drowning out their conversation well enough. They practically had the whole place to themselves anyway, it seemed safe enough to talk about. “You know, considering that the spider is likely dead?”

“Hm…” she tapped her chin. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

“We could start with an apartment, first,” Peter chuckled, throwing bits of his laundry basket into the washer. “I was looking at listings—”

“I thought you wanted me to move into your place?”

“We need a place of our own,” Peter said. “You were right, my studio isn’t going to cut it, and I want to spend more time together. Our weekends are the best time of the week, and any night I spend with you is a night where I actually get some semblance of sleep—for the most part, anyway.”

The entire laundromat lit up, Peter was certain her smile was the culprit.

“You were looking at listings?” She asked shyly, digging through the basket to help Peter load the washer.

“Most of it was out of our budget,” he admitted, “but it was a start.”

She hummed in agreement. “We’ll look together tonight, then.”

“Sounds perfect,” Peter grinned. “Oh! Could you double check my pockets? I keep forgetting change and stuff in them.”

“What about old receipts?” (Y/N) giggled, obliging to his request. She pulled a pair of khakis out of the basket, gingerly fishing her hand in the pockets. “I think I’m entitled to any change I find, Parker.”

“You can have whatever you find,” Peter agreed, his voice a little shaky.

Turning the back pockets inside out, she found nothing in the first pair, throwing it unceremoniously into the washer. With a bit more haste, she rifled through the second pair—the pair she had bought him a while back. Her fingers came across something round and cool. Change, it had to be.

“I think I just became twenty five cents richer,” she laughed, pulling the item out of the pocket, expecting a quarter. Instead, it was a smooth ring, delicate and without any stones, but still elegant. “What…?”

“It’s not a house on the water,” Peter started, looking down at the ring in her hands. “It’s also not a new apartment, but it’s a start, right?”

“Peter Parker, if you’re proposing to me in a laundromat—”

“It’s also not a proposal,” he corrected, “I’m gonna get you a better ring for that, I promise. Besides, it’s not very romantic here, is it?”

She looked up at him, his eyes staring into her own. Big and beautiful, that’s what she always thought of his eyes. Like they held the answer to every question in the universe, and in a way, they did. “It’s a promise ring?”

He shrugged, his ears growing a bit pink. “When you say it like that it sounds a little… middle school, but in a way, yeah, it is a promise ring.”

“Girls my age are expecting engagement rings,” she said, looking back down at the ring in her hand. It was her size, she didn’t even need to try it on to know it. How did he figure out her ring size?

“I promise baby,” Peter stepped towards her, grabbing her hand, closing her fingers around the ring. “I’m gonna get you that ring. I just thought it’d be nice to have something to wear on your finger in the meantime—before we do real adult things like move in together. A-and this way, you can help me pick out your real engagement ring! I have a really good idea of what you like, but I don’t ever want you to look down at your hand and thing ‘man, I wish Peter chose this instead of this’, you know?”

“Honey,” (Y/N) said, looking back up at him. “You’re rambling.”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I’m nervous.”

She chuckled. “How do you expect yourself to actually propose if you can hardly give me a promise ring?”

“Hadn’t thought that far,” Peter shook his head. “But it’s for you, I’m willing to do anything for you.”

He meant that.

She knew he meant that.

“Am I supposed to put it on myself?”

Peter quickly scrambled to open her hand to grab the ring from her, nearly dropping the thing. “You want to wear it?”

“My boyfriend got me a pre-engagement ring,” she nearly rolled her eyes. “You expect me not to wear it?”

He pushed the ring onto her left hand, fourth finger. Peter gently lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it lovingly. “I promise, you’ll get a better ring from me one day. S-soon! Like, as soon as I have the money, I swear to it, honestly.”

“Pete,” she placed her now-ring-clad hand on his face.

“Right,” his shoulders deflated, “rambling. Sorry.”

She kissed his cheek. “It’s all very sweet and very you, Peter Parker. I love it.”

A dryer alarm buzzed, startling the both of them. “You do?”

“Well, I love you, and that’s enough,” (Y/N) smiled. “Besides, I like the idea of wearing a ring you got me—and the idea of helping you pick out the real thing? That basically sold the idea for me.”

“You’d say yes if I asked?”

“I agreed to your pre-engagement engagement ring, did I not? You’re not losing me that easily, Peter. I’m gonna hold out for the real thing.”

“We’ll go ring shopping as soon as we find a place,” Peter said seriously. “Move in, graduate, all that.”

“You’ve thought this through.”

“A lot,” Peter agreed. “Sometimes it helps to fill the time when I’m swinging around town. I usually am thinking about you, anyway, anytime of day.”

“That’s so crazy,” she said, voice teetering on sarcastic. “Because I’m usually thinking about you, too.”

“Pretty crazy,” he smiled, pulling her into him. With careful hands, he lifted her face towards his, a silent invitation. One she was more than happy to respond to.

Kissing Peter Parker was one of life’s greatest pleasures, she was sure of it. Granted, she had really never kissed anyone else, high school sweethearts and all of that, but she knew it really couldn’t get better than this. The slightly chapped kisses, the way he would lick his lips when they parted, how he would nip at her bottom lip in protest if she thought about stopping the kiss too soon—it was all perfect. Of course, kissing in a slightly shady laundromat was a bit of a turn off.

“Pete,” she said, pulling back.

“Can I not kiss my girlfriend?” He nearly begged, holding her against him a bit tighter.

“I can’t be your girlfriend,” she said seriously. “I mean, not with this flashy new ring and all—seems a bit juvenile with that title, no?”

“What do you suggest?”

“Partners,” she shrugged, feeling him pepper kisses against her cheek, her nose. “It seems more grown up, anyway. Now, when I go into class or work and they comment on my ring I can say, ‘oh, my partner got me that’.”

“Babe, I’m your partner in anything,” he laughed, pressing his forehead against her own. “If you’d like to change our terms of endearment—I’m all aboard.”

“It’d only be for a short while, anyway,” (Y/N) said, smirking against his lips, capturing them in another kiss. “Then I can call you my fiancé…”

“Romantic.”

“Then my husband,” she teased.

“Oh I do like the sound of that,” Peter nodded. “(Y/N) Parker has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“What about Peter (Y/L/N)?” (Y/N) asked, quirking her brow. “You could be progressive.”

“We could hyphenate?”

“Nah,” she shook her head. “Parker is a fine last name. A little basic, but perfectly suitable.”

“We’re kinda basic people, are we not?” Peter chuckled.

“Let me just go and ask your friend Spider-Man that,” she said seriously. “I’m sure he’d disagree?”

“Oh, speaking of!” Peter stepped away from her. “I need to wash… well, y’know—”

“It’s already soaking in the sink back at your place,” she said simply. “Trying to get all the dried blood off of it and all.”

Peter’s eyes nearly melted in affection. “What would I ever do without you?”

She smiled back in kind, a lovesick sort of way. “Not your laundry, that’s for sure. Come on, Parker, we’ve gotta finish this load. Sooner we’re done, the sooner we can go home.”

A rogue ray of sunlight hit her new ring just right, making the band shine brightly against her hand as she continued to throw his dirty clothing into the washing machine. “Yeah, let’s finish this up,” he said softly. “Let’s go home.”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #marvel #spider-man #marvel x reader #spider-man imagines #it works for any peter I promise!!#mcu peter parker #tasm peter parker

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Camp Wiegman-Final Part

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe: Military School

Words: 7K

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Ten Years Later...

Friday, September 11th, 6:30 AM - Ona and Lucy's Residence

Gentle caresses in my hair slowly pull me from my slumber. My eyes flutter open, searching for the time on the alarm clock. I sigh softly, realizing why my alarm hasn’t gone off yet.

"Sweetheart. As lovely as this is, let me sleep."

Lucy hums playfully near my neck. Despite myself, I smile when she moves my hair aside to plant a kiss there. Simultaneously, her hand starts wandering under my t-shirt.

"I couldn’t sleep anymore. I thought maybe we could take advantage of this moment and share a shower..."

"Oh, really? So, on the only day we can actually sleep in, you choose to wake me up?"

A shiver runs through me as her fingers gently stroke my breast before cupping it tenderly. Meanwhile, her lips continue teasing my sensitive skin so early in the morning.

"Well... I had some very specific plans, actually."

I tremble with satisfaction, closing my eyes.

"Alright, you win..."

I hear her chuckle before she nibbles on my earlobe.

"That's what I thought."

Before we can move an inch, the door to our room creaks open. My eyes snap open, and both Lucy and I groan in unison.

"Mama...?"

I feel Lucy sit up behind me. Her hand slips out from under my t-shirt to steady herself. I take the opportunity to lie on my back.

"What is it, sweetheart?" Lucy asks.

"My tummy hurts."

Lucy turns to me with a desperate roll of her eyes. I stifle a laugh, reaching out to rub her arm in consolation. Our three-year-old daughter started school on Monday, and since then, she’s been waking us up every morning with various excuses. Who could blame her for not loving school yet? Not me. It's rather amusing, even if she has interrupted more than a few intimate moments lately.

"Come join us, Jade," I say, patting the bed.

Without hesitation, she rushes toward us. Lucy, who is closer to the door, lifts her up and tucks her under the blanket between us. She wiggles in as comfortably as she can.

"So, your tummy is playing tricks on you, hmm?"

I rub her belly gently, and Jade nods vigorously. I glance at Lucy, and we exchange a knowing smile.

"Maybe our little one is feeling sick..." Lucy suggests.

"Is that true?" I ask, and our daughter nods again.

"Yes, Mama."

"Oh, really?"

I start tickling her, and she bursts into laughter, squirming to escape my grasp.

"You seem awfully cheerful for a sick little girl," Lucy comments with amusement.

I stop tickling her to let her catch her breath. She pouts when she realizes we didn’t fall for her trick.

"I don't want to go back to school. I want to stay with you."

"You know that's not possible, sweetheart," Lucy replies.

"But I used to stay with you before."

"I know, but big girls like you have to go to school. You can't always stay with us."

She crosses her arms and pouts, which makes us laugh. I kiss the top of her head lovingly.

"You know, I’m going back to school today too, and I’m just as nervous as you are."

Her eyes widen in surprise as she lifts her head to look at me.

"You're scared too?"

"Of course. It’s something new, that's why. But I bet soon you’ll want to go back again and again. It wasn’t so bad so far, was it? And Luis is with you too."

"Yes, but... I prefer being with you."

"Oh, really? But you like Luis, don’t you?"

"Hmm..." she hesitates. "But you’ll come to pick me up tonight?"

Lucy laughs heartily.

"Of course, sweetheart. Just like every other day this week, and just like we pick your brother up from school every day."

"Hmm..."

"Your brother felt the same way at first," Lucy continues.

"Really?"

Jade often tries to emulate her older brother. Lucy and I both understand that, and we frequently use him as an example to help her change her mind.

"Yes, and now you know he loves going to school," I reply. "He’s made lots of friends, and soon you’ll meet plenty of new people too. Isn't that already happening?"

She sighs softly, nodding her head, still not fully convinced.

"Alright..." she mutters finally. "I’ll go back."

I exchange a small, victorious smile with Lucy. We've managed to get through this first week. I hope the coming weeks will be less complicated. The frustration of abstinence is starting to build. Her brother wasn’t as difficult in this regard.

"That’s a good decision. How about we go wake your brother now?"

"Oh yes!"

She wriggles free from the blanket and runs down the hall without waiting for either of us. Lucy and I laugh before she collapses onto me.

"Do you think we’ll finally get some peace next week?"

"Oh, my love, are you feeling deprived?" I tease her.

"Yes," she says, sitting up. "I promise you, the moment the kids are in bed tonight, I won’t miss my chance."

I laugh as she leans in to kiss me. I savor the moment. It's the best part of the day—waking up next to Lucy after all these years is a dream come true that I cherish deeply.

"STOP IT!"

The sudden scream from our son is followed by sharp crying. We sigh in unison, knowing that our morning truce is already over.

"And here we go again. I'll go check," Lucy says.

"No, I'll go," I offer. "You get changed and prepare breakfast in the meantime."

"Alright."

We share one last kiss before getting out of bed. Another day begins. It’s a routine we’ve settled into for many years now. After two children, life is certainly different. We’ve become a real family, and it’s rather nice. Or at least it was until I reached our son’s room. He stands there, visibly angry, while Jade sits on his bed, crying her eyes out.

"What’s going on in here?"

"He pushed me off the bed!"

"What? That’s not even true!" he shouts.

"James. That’s enough."

"But Mom, I didn’t push her! She fell on her own!"

No, I definitely don’t like mornings like these. I sigh, scooping Jade into my arms to calm her down. One thing that hasn’t changed is that I still dislike noisy wake-ups. It seems our son has inherited that trait, though I wasn’t the one who gave birth to him.

"I know, but you have to admit, you can be a bit rough with her. We’ve already explained that she’s smaller than you."

"Sorry," he mumbles, lowering his head.

I ruffle his hair.

"You're forgiven, but next time, be more gentle."

He looks up, relaxing as he sees me smile.

"Yes, Mom."

"Alright, go get ready now. We’re going to be late if you keep up these antics."

He nods and rushes out of the room. I turn my attention back to Jade, who has rested her head on my shoulder. I bounce her gently in my arms.

"Hey, sweetie, now’s not the time to fall back asleep," I tease her softly.

She whines, rubbing her eyes with her fist. I turn around when I hear giggling. Lucy is leaning against the doorframe, smiling mischievously.

"You think this is funny?"

"A little," she says, approaching me.

She steps closer and holds out her arms.

"I’ll take over. Go get ready in the meantime."

I don’t argue. I hand our daughter over to her, and she leaves the room with her. I stay behind, making James' bed and brightening up the room before heading out. As I pass through the hallway, I overhear a conversation between James and Lucy, where he asks if we’ve packed his sports gear. Apparently, his aunt scolded him last time for forgetting his jersey. I smile, shaking my head. Alexia exaggerates. She should know that organizing things with two kids at home isn’t easy every day. I reach our bedroom. When we built our house, we immediately agreed to have a master suite. Let’s just say we don’t regret it. It’s spacious, but it’s our little sanctuary. I love this room, although the rest of the house is nothing to complain about either. We’ve done well for ourselves. The first floor starts in the basement, which houses three rooms: my painting studio, the gym, and the children’s playroom. Lucy and I have rooms with large windows overlooking the garden and pool. Upstairs, on the ground floor, we have a large living area open to the kitchen, as well as a terrace that also overlooks the garden. There’s also a restroom, and Lucy insisted on having an office here so she can manage some of the work for her gym. It’s nice knowing she can work from home, and it’s saved us many times when we couldn’t find anyone to watch the kids. From this floor, we also have access to a garage next to the house, leading to the driveway. The top floor has five bedrooms, including our master suite and the children’s rooms. Since our families live far away, we thought it would be wise to add extra rooms. In reality, it’s usually our friends who use them after nights of too much drinking, but at least they get used. There’s also a main bathroom and two small bathrooms for the guest rooms. So yes, we definitely have no complaints. After getting ready, I head downstairs to join my little family in the living room. The kids are already seated at the table, each with their toast and hot chocolate. Lucy greets me by handing me a similar plate along with my cup.

"Right on time."

"You're a sweetheart."

"I know," she responds with a mischievous look.

We sit down at the table, and I finally take a few sips of my coffee, which I’ve come to rely on. It was a lifesaver during my time at art school. That memory reminds me how far we've come since then. Our first year after Camp Wiegman was incredibly tough, but we eventually pulled through. It was intense. On my end, everything was fine—I had started the first of three years studying in my chosen field. But it wasn't the same for Lucy. The first year after she opened her gym was not a success. It just didn’t work out. I almost thought I was going to lose her. We argued constantly because she was in a bad place and wouldn’t let anyone help her. Fortunately, with Alexia in the same situation at home, we eventually found a solution. We reached out to a communications professional, and thanks to them, everything fell into place. Not only did the gym gain many members, but we also got married that summer.

Now, here we are, sitting across from our kids at the table. I always insist that we eat meals together whenever possible. Having never experienced that myself, I want my children to have a happy childhood, and I’d say we’ve succeeded. I smile as I watch them interact, chatting enthusiastically with each other. I love seeing their bond, even if they sometimes argue like they did this morning. They don’t realize how lucky they are to have each other. Lucy and I know that well, which is why we knew right away how many children we wanted.

"How are you feeling?" Lucy asks.

"A little panicked," I admit. "But I’ll be fine."

"Of course. I already know everything’s going to go well."

"I hope so."

"Are you still going to the gallery this afternoon?"

"Yes, I told Grace I’d stop by for a bit, but we can have lunch together if you want. I can meet you at the gym and grab something on the way."

"That’s a great idea. Then you can tell me all about your first day."

I nod with a small smile. "And you can tell me about your conference call this morning."

"You remembered?"

"Of course," I say, placing my hand on her knee.

She takes my hand and kisses it. The start might have been difficult, but everything is running smoothly now. Several other gyms have opened through franchises. For now, it's mostly in UK, but I have no doubt it will continue expanding little by little.

"Well, it’s time to drop the kids off, it seems."

Usually, when they start getting restless, it means it's almost time to leave, and once again, that's the case here. They’ve finished eating, and now they can’t sit still.

"It seems so," I say, getting up to start clearing the table. "I can take them if you want. That way, I’ll be a little ahead of schedule."

"Are you sure?" she asks, following me into the kitchen.

"Yep. I need to get a feel for things. Head to the gym and say hi to Jenni for me."

"Will do. I’ll pick up Jade and Luis after school, then."

"Okay, sounds good," I reply with a small smile. "Did you remind James he's going home with Alexia?"

"Yes, yes, he knows. Go take care of the kids; I’ll finish cleaning up," Lucy says.

"Alright. Okay, kids, time to head out."

"Yeah!" James shouts, running off.

Jade was ready to follow, but I catch her before she can dash away.

"Oh no, you’re staying with me," I laugh. "We still need to brush our teeth, and then we can go."

I smile at Lucy, who’s still tidying up, before heading upstairs. As promised, I help Jade brush her teeth and do the same myself. James, already ahead of us, is downstairs with his things. I grab mine and head down. I get Jade into her jacket, put on my shoes, and return to the kitchen. Lucy is waiting with the kids’ snacks in hand. I really appreciate how in sync we are.

"Thanks."

"It’s nothing."

She pulls me close, placing her hands on my hips. I kiss her softly before stepping back.

"We have to go."

"You’re going to turn heads in that outfit," she says, slipping her hand into my pocket.

"Stop," I laugh. "It’s just black pants and a shirt."

"And heels that make your backside look incredible."

I place my hand on her cheek with a small smile.

"And you can enjoy all of it tonight."

I kiss her once more before stepping away as our son calls out to me.

"Have a good day, my love."

"You too, I hope. See you later."

I put on my jacket and finally head out with the kids. I drive happily through the streets of Manchester in our SUV. I finally got my Audi. Thanks to our jobs and a lot of hard work, we’re not short on money.

At the end of my studies, Grace offered me half the shares of her gallery. She knew that one day I’d want to leave and start my own. She got ahead of it by offering everything to me on a silver platter. Since her previous partner had left before I arrived, she asked me to take their place so we could continue working together as equals. Naturally, I accepted her offer. We’ve been inseparable ever since, and we make a great team.

Since then, our business has grown quite well. Both of us are busy with our private lives, so we agreed not to expand by opening more galleries for now. Instead, we focused on acquiring a larger space and kept the joy of creating our own artwork to display and sell.

We also decided to bring on more staff. There are now five of us working together, including Alessia. I recommended her a few years ago due to her passion for art. Lucy wasn’t too keen on the idea at first, but Alessia remains a close friend, like Leah and the rest of our friends from Camp Wiegman, with whom I’ve kept in touch. After school, nothing changed. We all stayed in contact, and Lucy was warmly welcomed, even though the first gatherings were a bit awkward for everyone.

As for my jealousy when it comes to my wife, it has never lessened. Neither of us can stand the thought of someone flirting with the other. For me, the worst is probably the women at her gym. They know I exist, and that we have kids since we often go there together, but that doesn’t stop them from flirting with her.

On Lucy’s side, she has similar complaints. We often host openings with Grace for young artists or even for our own work to increase visibility. Lucy always comes with me when I decide to go. I think she’s realized that we’re starting to make a name for ourselves among the artists. So, she never misses one. She always ensures we stick together so no one can even think about hitting on me. It’s rather ironic considering her profession, but it always makes me laugh.

I pull up to my first stop with a smile—it’s the elementary school. I don’t get out of the car. James is seven now and considers himself old enough to walk into school alone. Since Joan reacted the same way at his age, I wasn’t too surprised, though Lucy has had a hard time coming to terms with it this week.

"Have a good day, sweetheart. Don’t forget you’re going home with Alexia tonight."

"Yes, Mom, I know," he says, sounding exasperated. "See you later."

I still get a kiss before he dashes off. I always make sure to park near the entrance so I can watch him walk through the gate. Once he’s inside, I sigh softly.

"Well, it’s just us now," I say, looking into the rearview mirror.

- Hmm, hmm.

I smile and continue driving to the preschool, which is a little farther away. This time, I take the time to walk Jade in. She holds my hand as we pass through the doors. I can feel she's a bit nervous, but luckily, I spot Mapi getting out of her car at the same time.

"Come on, Luis. You don't want me to drag you in again, do you?"

I hold back a laugh as I watch the scene.

"But I don’t want to go!" he complains.

Looks like some people had a rough morning. I glance down at Jade, who’s standing quietly beside me, also watching the scene. Luis, seeing my daughter, eventually joins us, leaving behind my best friend, who’s starting to lose it.

"For real? Who do you think you are! Get back here!"

“Well, you’re already causing trouble this morning?" I tease. "Good morning, Luis."

"Good morning. Can we go now?"

I chuckle, letting go of Jade's hand and giving them the okay. Mapi finally joins me, carrying her son's bag. She lets out a heavy sigh as she catches up.

"This kid is going to be the death of me!"

"Good morning to you too, dear Mapi."

"Hey, Ona."

We exchange a hug and follow our kids from a distance, watching them already deep in conversation. I can’t help but find them adorable, holding hands.

"Looks like a future couple, don’t you think?"

"Please no. Lucy would freak out if that happened."

I burst into laughter, though she’s probably right. When I brought it up with my wife, she practically screamed, saying our little girl was far too young for that. I have a feeling that when they hit their teenage years, I’ll have more than just the kids to manage. Lucy’s already struggling to accept how fast they’re growing up. I turn back to Mapi, who seems utterly exhausted.

"You don’t seem too great."

"Not really. Luis has been making our lives hell because of school. Yet all it takes is seeing Jade, and suddenly, everything’s fine."

I laugh again. It’s pretty much the same with Jade. Just mentioning James or Luis and all her worries disappear.

"I know the feeling. We tried to shower together this morning, and Jade barged into our room at six-thirty."

"Ouch, tough luck," she teases. "Maybe we’re not as bad off as I thought. At least we don’t have that problem."

"That’s one advantage of only having one child."

"Not for much longer," she says, patting her belly.

"I know," I reply with a big grin. "Enjoy it while you can," I tease.

We enter the building and walk the kids to their classroom. We greet the teacher and hand over Jade and Luis's belongings. Naturally, we barely get a chance to say goodbye to our kids before they rush off to play with the others. For once, neither of them throws a fit about wanting to leave with us.

"Is everything set for tonight?" she asks as we head back. "Do we need to bring anything?"

"Oh no, don’t worry. We’re ordering pizza, and Lucy’s already done the shopping for the rest."

"Always so organized. Seriously, you guys should give lessons."

I shrug with a small smile. It’s true that Lucy and I don’t have much to complain about. We both have our strengths and weaknesses, but we complement each other well.

"There’s no training for it. It’s just a good connection."

"Hmm... Well, I’ve got to get to work," she says as we reach our cars.

"Yeah," I chuckle. "Try not to stay too late. You know how much these Friday nights mean to your wife."

Mapi shakes her head with amusement. She got her engineering degree the same year I left Camp Wiegman. Since then, thanks to her stellar record as top of her class, she landed a job at a famous company , which she absolutely loves. She’s so passionate about her work that she’s almost never home. She might not admit it, but I think this nearly cost her marriage. Lucy and I were really worried watching things fall apart without being able to help. Thankfully, things eventually got sorted out. Mapi slowed down, and she even agreed to carry their second child to show that her family comes first. After her tough childhood, I expected nothing less, and if she ever forgets the importance of family, I’ll be there to remind her.

"I know, I know, don’t worry. I promised her I’d leave by five. Besides, I can’t do as many hours with this little one draining all my energy," she says, patting her belly.

"Good, glad to hear it," I giggle.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Good luck this morning."

"Thanks, that’s sweet. See you tonight."

"Of course. Have a great day."

We exchange another hug before heading to our respective cars. For the past few years, we’ve had this little ritual where we get together every Friday night to wrap up the week. We take turns hosting at each other’s houses. Tonight, it’s our turn to welcome Alexia and Mapi's family. We all really look forward to these evenings. Having all had kids, they’re just as excited as we are to hang out over the weekend, since they’re such good friends. Plus, it’s the perfect way to unwind from the week. Smiling, I get back on the road, feeling a bit strange about what’s coming next.

I pull up in front of a large metal gate, which opens as I greet the receptionist, who recognizes me. I drive slowly to the rear parking lot, taking my time since I’m early. I enter the first building and head to the break room first to see if I run into anyone. No such luck—the room is empty. Everyone must be busy. So, I walk through the hallway, greeting a few familiar faces, until I finally spot Leah.

"Hey."

"Hey, hello beautiful," she says, kissing my cheeks. "How’s it going?"

"Pretty good. And you?"

"All good. Just finished my rounds. Want me to walk you to your room?"

"Don’t you have other things to do?"

"Nothing more important than escorting my best friend."

I smile warmly and nod.

"Alright then, I’d like that."

We walk in a peaceful silence. A small smile creeps onto my face, and I glance at him.

"Who would’ve thought the two troublemakers of our generation would end up back here, huh?"

She laughs heartily.

"Definitely not us."

I join in the laughter, but we’re interrupted by a voice echoing down the hallway. When we turn around, I’m not surprised to see the director herself.

"Good morning, Ona. I heard about your arrival. You’re here quite early."

"Good morning, Wiegman. I dropped off the kids, so I figured I’d come straight here."

"How’s the family?"

"Wonderful, thank you. And you? How are you doing?"

"Doing well, thanks. I just wanted to officially welcome you on your first day. If there’s any issue with anyone, don’t hesitate to come see us."

"That’s exactly what I was going to tell her."

"Oh, don’t worry. I was once in their shoes, so I understand them, you know. But yes, if there’s an issue, I’ll come find you. Right, Ms. Tyrant?" I say, giving my friend a playful nudge, which makes her laugh.

"Very well. Best of luck on your first day, then."

"Thank you."

We wish each other a good day, and as she leaves, I turn back to Leah, ready to tease her again. For someone who used to mock my wife, she sure has stepped into her shoes at Camp Wiegman.

"Stop teasing."

"Come on! Lucy’s proud of you, you know. Her little protégé has taken over."

"Her little protégé?" she chuckles. "If anything, you’re her little protégé."

"Nope, not in this case. I’m not taking the same position as you guys."

"You’re still her little protégé," she replies, dodging a smile.

We arrive at my classroom, and I unlock the door. Leah stays with me, sitting at my desk while I unpack my things. I have to admit, I’m getting a bit nervous now that I’m here.

"Get your feet off my desk," I scold her.

"Oh, come on. Might as well enjoy the perks of our position."

I laugh softly. It’s true, it feels strange to be here in this new role. Leah stays with me, helping me prepare until just before the bell rings at nine. Now, the nerves are really hitting me. Everyone’s about to arrive, and even though I’ve mentally prepared, it’s hard to know what to expect. Lucy reassured me, saying I’m better than her at educating our kids, so I should be able to handle whatever comes my way. The door to my classroom is open, and I can hear the commotion in the hallway. I take a deep breath and step out, seeing several students waiting near the door. My heart feels heavy with memories. Just a few years ago, that was us standing here. Everyone’s staring at me with wide eyes, but I can’t blame them. If things are still the same, I must be one of the youngest teachers here.

"Come on in," I say firmly, stepping aside to let them in.

Surprisingly, they all enter in silence. Now that I think about it, we were the same way. It’s usually after they sit down that the chatter begins, and sure enough, that’s exactly what happens. As I’m about to close the door, I hear a shout from down the hall.

« Wait! »

I reopen the door to find a young girl, completely out of breath, standing in front of me.

"Hurry up," I say as I let her in.

She gives me a shy smile.

"Next time, be on time. Go take a seat."

Without a word, she picks a spot in the front row, as all the other seats are already taken. Her classmates continue talking amongst themselves. I patiently stand behind the desk with my arms crossed, waiting for them to finish. The first ones who notice me start to quiet down, and soon, the entire room falls silent.

"That's better," I say, glancing at my watch. "That took you five minutes. I hope in future classes you'll do better."

I follow my wife’s advice: Be firm and show who's in charge. I have to admit, it's quite effective. They look a bit intimidated, which I appreciate. If I had let them walk all over me on the first day, I would’ve been done for. A hand goes up. It's the girl who arrived late.

"Yes?"

"Are you Ona Batlle? The one who used to date Bronze, the commander?"

The room stirs with whispers.

"Is it true that you kissed in front of everyone during the exam results?"

I laugh in spite of myself. Wow. Our reputation really precedes us. Leah had warned me that we had become icons, but I didn’t expect them to recognize me, let alone know such details.

"Yes, that's me. Bronze has been Mrs. Batlle for the past eight years."

The chatter picks up again, but who can blame them? I would’ve been the first to gossip with Alexia if I were in their shoes. However, when it drags on too long, I clear my throat. Surprisingly, they all quiet down.

"Well… Let’s keep introductions brief since you already know who I am. I expect you to address me as Mrs. Batlle. I’ll be your homeroom teacher this semester."

I expected them to resume chatting, but they don’t. I have their full attention. Lucy would be proud of me for managing this so quickly. I relax and uncross my arms.

"I have to admit, it feels quite strange being here, standing in front of you."

I manage to make them laugh, but they quickly stop when I straighten up again.

"Ten years ago, I was sitting right where you are. So, I know what it's like to be in your shoes. I imagine most of you are wondering why you’re here, but believe me, if you are, it’s not for nothing. I didn’t accept my situation at your age either. But eventually, I realized I needed help, and now, here I am, teaching my first class."

As I speak, I move away from my desk and lean against it, placing my hands on the edge. The same girl from earlier raises her hand again.

"Yes?"

"Is this your only job?"

"No. To be honest, this will be my only class this semester. On the side, I co-own a gallery with a friend," I explain. "What’s your name?"

She blushes slightly before replying, "Sophia, Mrs."

I smile and nod. Leah had already given me a few names he remembered after just one week. Unsurprisingly, hers was among them this morning. Apparently, she made an impression from day one, and Leah was almost ready to follow her progress in place of one of his colleagues. Now that I see her, I’m not surprised. She reminds me of myself.

"The reason I took on this additional career is to bring something extra to this school that helped me so much. During my time here, I always felt like I lacked a way to express myself freely. That’s why, with the director's approval and in partnership with the Manchester School of Art, we created this class."

Sophia raises her hand again, which makes me smile for good this time.

"Yes, Sophia?"

"This course is just an elective. Will it count toward our final grades?"

"I was just getting to that."

"Sorry..."

"It’s fine. I appreciate your participation. Actually, this year is a bit special. You’ll be my trial class. I don’t know yet if we’ll keep this option in the main curriculum, but this won’t affect your grades. They will count toward your overall average, just like any other class."

The students start talking amongst themselves, but I quickly quiet them down. I don’t need them getting distracted now after being so calm from the start.

"What do you mean we’re a trial class?" a student asks.

I frown and cross my arms.

"I’d appreciate it if you raised your hand instead of addressing me like that."

That silences them. I wait a moment before sighing.

"For this first year, we’re testing the impact of my course. If it reassures you, we were all surprised by the number of enrollments. We managed to form a full class. If this continues, the subject will be offered as part of the main curriculum starting next semester, with an exam three years from now."

"Really?" a student exclaims in surprise.

"Yes, indeed. And as a bonus, the top student will be guaranteed a spot at the Manchester School of Art with an apprenticeship at my gallery, just like I did after graduating from this school."

"That’s awesome!"

I chuckle softly and nod. I didn’t expect such enthusiasm from them.

"I warn you, though, you’ll have to work hard to get there. In class, but also on yourselves. You’re first-years, so I know it won’t be easy. I can even say I know exactly how you feel right now. The first weeks are the hardest, but I encourage you not to give up."

"Easier said than done," Sophia mumbles in front of me.

I smile compassionately.

"I know. I was only here for a year, but I guarantee the experience will serve you greatly later on. You have to understand that no one here is against you. We’re here to help. But if you don’t make an effort and spend your time provoking us, you won’t get any favors."

"It sounds like you’re speaking from experience," a boy jokes.

I chuckle, nodding.

"I am, which is why I’m telling you this. I don’t intend to be easy on you. That’s how you’ll learn and realize your mistakes. I plan to closely monitor your progress and will be very demanding about it."

"What do you mean by monitoring our progress?" another student asks.

I hadn’t planned on discussing this so soon, but since we’re already on the topic, I might as well explain.

"I care about your success. Therefore, if you’d like, we could arrange individual meetings. They won’t be mandatory, but having had my wife as a mentor during my year here, I know that support is essential for moving forward. That’s why I plan to offer the same for you."

"It’s not mandatory, you say?" I hear Sophia ask.

"No, it will be entirely voluntary."

"And what will those meetings consist of?" she asks, crossing her arms with a slightly pouty expression.

A smile forms on my lips. It's amazing how much she reminds me of myself. I was the same way, constantly asking Lucy questions during our first meeting.

"It will be an opportunity for you to open up if you need to. I’ll be a listening ear if you have no one else around. I won’t guide the conversation; it will be entirely up to you. We can talk about your feelings, your experiences, or even just your current life or career plans."

Sophia nods gently. I think I’m already earning some points with her. That would be nice because I have a feeling she’ll be the one I’ll form the closest bond with if she’s as similar to me as I think.

"Why should we even talk to you? We don’t even know why you were here in the first place."

I must admit, she caught me off guard. I didn’t expect her to respond, much less so sharply.

- "It’s true. You ask us to open up to you, but we don’t even know you."

I cross my arms, thinking. After all, she’s not wrong. I, too, appreciated when Lucy confided in me. By sharing my past, maybe they’ll want to do the same. I’m very comfortable with it, so I have no problem discussing it.

- "Alright," I concede. "You’re right."

Everyone sits up, looking very curious. I figured they’d be. I smile softly before saying:

- "Before I joined this school, I was completely lost and very withdrawn. I lost my father after high school, which plunged me into a very dark year. I wouldn’t wish what I went through on anyone. All I’ll say is that during that year, I was a junkie who was abused by her girlfriend."

A murmur of shock spreads through the room. I definitely don’t want to go into more detail for fear of shocking them completely, but they needed a strong statement. They have to understand that anything is possible.

- "I don’t know what any of you have been through, but you need to know that anything is possible. I want to help you escape your current lives. Being here is clearly an opportunity for you. You can start over, but to do that, you have to play along and have the will to change."

I turn back to Sophia, who hasn’t taken her eyes off me since the beginning.

- "Does this make you want to open up to me now?"

Surprise flashes in her eyes before she blushes and nods.

- "Do you have any news about the girl who abused you?"

- "No. My wife helped me close that chapter of my life by filing a case against her. She was found guilty and sentenced for what she did. Plus, she’s forbidden from coming near me, though we don’t live in the same area anymore."

She looks completely taken aback but nods again. I smile softly, crossing my arms. The position I hold right now makes me very happy. This is exactly what I was missing.

- "The idea of offering you the same support my wife gave me is very important to me. However, I really want you to put in some effort in return. So, I’m counting on you, okay?"

Everyone nods in agreement. I think my little speech is finally over. I stand up and walk between the desks.

- "Alright, we can start now. We have three hours today. Or rather two and a half this time. You’re my only class at the moment, so this is the only time I’ll be here. For my first lesson, it won’t be complicated. I want each of you to take a sheet of paper and express yourselves freely."

- "What do you mean...?" a student asks timidly.

- "Well, draw whatever you want. I want you to clear your minds, so draw the first image that comes to mind. You have until the end of class to give me something."

- "Is it graded?" Sophia asks.

- "No. The point isn’t to see who makes the best drawing. I just want to see your skill level at first, but also to get to know you better," I reply. "Plus, it’s how I’ll build my course."

- "Okay..."

- "Go ahead, grab your pencils."

Everyone starts playing along. There’s some noise as they get their things out, but then they all become very focused. All except Sophia, who stares at her blank sheet without being able to draw anything. I stop next to her as I make my way around the room.

- "Is everything okay?"

She shrugs in response. I crouch down, crossing my arms on the table, and she sighs when she realizes I’m not letting it go.

- "Do you want to talk about it?"

- "No... It’s just that what I want to draw is... kind of..."

She trails off. She shrugs with a small, hesitant expression. I understand perfectly, but I let her come at her own pace.

- "It’s kind of dark and personal..."

- "You had to expect that I’d tap into your minds a bit... Why did you choose to enroll in my class ?" I ask.

My question makes her look up. She bites her lip. She’s very hesitant, but that’s normal.

- "I like drawing. It’s always helped me."

I nod with a small smile. Yeah, we definitely have a lot in common.

- "Then don’t be afraid to express yourself on that sheet. Only you and I will see this drawing. I’m not here to judge you, and I’d be the last person to do so after what I just told you about myself."

She looks at me for a long time before giving me a small smile and nodding. I stand up and ruffle her hair as I walk to the front of the room. I sit down behind the desk. From this spot, I must admit Leah was right. It’s strange but really enjoyable to embrace this role. I’ve been searching for a way to help people for a long time, and I couldn’t have found a better solution.

The class goes smoothly, without any incidents. I think everyone understands who I am and how I’ll be for the rest of the semester. It’s a good start. Finally, after a ten-minute break and the remaining two hours, lunchtime arrives. I’m almost relieved because, believe it or not, sitting still for that long is exhausting.

- "You can go. Don’t forget to drop your artwork on my desk before leaving."

I start packing my things as the students leave. Some say goodbye, others just walk out without bothering with formalities. I sigh as I close my bag. This first day wasn’t as bad as I thought. I grab my phone, ready to call my wife, when I notice one last straggler. Sophia is still at her desk, finishing her work.

- "Sophia? Don’t you want to leave?" I tease her.

- "Sorry," she says, blushing lightly. "I was just adding a few details."

She gets up from her seat and hands me her drawing. I take it and look it over carefully. It’s very dark, but I expected no less. She definitely has talent.

- "Uh... Miss? Can I ask you a question?"

I put her drawing with the others in my briefcase before looking at her.

- "Of course. What is it?"

- "After everything you’ve been through, I find it hard to believe you’ve come out of it so well... It just doesn’t seem possible. How did you do it?"

I tilt my head with a small smile. Looks like my call with Lucy will be delayed. I put my phone in my pocket and move to sit on the desk in front of her.

- "Why do you think it’s impossible?"

She blushes again and shrugs, looking at the floor. I reviewed every student file before the class started. Leah described her as a total mess. Yet, here, I just see a shy young woman lacking confidence... Just like I was at her age.

- "I... I don’t know exactly what you went through, but I think I was in a similar situation before coming here..."

I nod, listening attentively. On reflection, she’s stronger than me. In just a few hours together, she’s already managed to open up to me.

- "I really can’t imagine being in your place in ten years."

I chuckle softly.

- "Do you think I could see myself here? At your age, I thought I’d never go back to school and that I’d end up as a bartender or waitress in a restaurant."

She looks up at me with interest. I bet that’s exactly what she thought too.

- "Have more confidence in yourself. From what I’ve seen, you’re on track to be at the top of the class in my subject."

Her lips part in surprise as I continue to smile.

- "Keep art on your side, stay motivated, and find an ally in this school."

- "An ally?" she repeats in a whisper.

- "Yes. Not everyone will be on your side here. For example, I had many teachers who despised me for my behavior. Show them that you’re better than that, and they’ll support you. Nothing is impossible with a little determination. That’s what I said at the beginning of the class."

- "I understand, but who?"

- "Well, anyone. Someone you trust. It could be your advisor... a friend... a girlfriend..."

Once again, she looks up, startled, with flushed cheeks.

- "How did you...?"

I chuckle again. I can’t help it, but this girl is like a younger version of me.

- "You weren’t very discreet during my class, glancing at your neighbor."

Poor thing. Maybe I was a bit harsh with that remark. She’s totally embarrassed.

- "Plus, I was a lot like you at your age," I added. "You’re well on your way to being the new queen of this school."

She bites her lip.

- "As long as I end up like you, I’m fine with that."

- "See? You’re already motivated. That’s a good start. Hold on to that."

- "Could... could you be my ally?"

My smile widens.

- "I already am, Sophia. I’ll be an ally to everyone in this class, but I still recommend finding someone to support you outside of that. Love and friendship are important. Without my wife and friends, I would’ve given up more than once."

She looks at me for a long moment before smiling.

- Alright. I’ll try to follow your advice.

- Great. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m expected elsewhere.

- Oh yes, sorry.

I walk her to the exit, where I see another girl waiting for her. It’s the one she was sitting next to earlier.

- Oh, you’re finally out! I was waiting for you to eat together... Well... If you want to.

- Sorry, I wanted to talk to the teacher, she says, glancing at me. Of course, we can eat together.

The girl looks surprised by her answer. I can’t help but smile. At least I’ve already done one good deed today. She’s starting to open up.

- Cool!

Sophia turns to me with a small smile.

- Thank you, Ms. Batlle.

- It’s my pleasure. See you next Friday.

- Yes. Have a nice weekend.

- Thanks, you two as well.

I ruffle her hair before heading off down the hallway with a smile on my face. At the same time, I call Lucy, who picks up almost immediately.

- Hello?

- Hey, darling. How are you?

- It’s me who should be asking that. How was your first class? Not too bad, judging by the sound of your voice.

- I think I really made the right choice by starting this program at the school. I’ll finally be able to feel useful.

- You’re already useful in so many ways, my love, but I’m happy for you. Wait until we’re together so you can tell me everything.

- Yes. I just wanted to know if you’d prefer salad or Chinese for lunch?

- A salad should do since we’re having pizza tonight.

- Okay, I chuckled. Well, I’ll stop on the way and be there soon.

- I’ll be waiting for you. See you soon. I love you.

- I love you even more, my little commander.

- Hurry up and join me instead of saying things like that. I miss you already.

I laugh heartily.

- I’m on my way now. Kisses.

- See you soon. Kisses.

We hang up, and I get into the car, unable to wipe the smile off my face. Today, I can definitely say that my life is perfect in my eyes. I have a roof over my head, a great job that I love, amazing friends, wonderful kids, and an exceptional wife. The only thing I could complain about is that the rest of our family still lives far away, but at least we have great vacation destinations. James and Jade love visiting Portugal and Barcelona to see them.

One thing is certain: these days, I can be proud of how far I’ve come. It just goes to show that nothing is ever impossible.

The End

#woso #lucy bronze #woso community #ona batlle #barca femeni #woso soccer #lionesses #sefutbol fem #ona batlle x lucy bronze #mapi leon #ingrid engen #mapi and ingrid #alexia putellas x jenni hermoso #alexia putellas #jenni hermoso #my fic #woso fanfics

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sorrowfulrosebud · 1 year ago

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Imagine being werewolf Katsuki’s mate during his heat rut but still having to go to work. Of course you love your mate and want to help him in this vulnerable state, but you also need to buy him stuff, especially if his rut comes out of nowhere.

For 4-7 days every 4 months, Katsuki can’t keep his hands off you; whimpering and growling possessively every time you have to leave his den, licking your neck and of course trying to sink into every wet hole you have. It makes it difficult to bring him his favourite snacks and drinks, and god forbid if you forget his Yakult yoghurts.

So, when god is absent and he runs out of his favourite foods, you have to take… other measures to keep his horniness satiated.

“Sukiiiii, I’m homeeeee!” You call into your home. Your tote bag was spilling at the seams with your mate’s snacks, your wallet crying at his expensive taste. You take your shoes and coat off before meandering upstairs to your shared bedroom.

You toss Katsuki a look as he whimpered at your entry. Currently, your precious pup was hog tied, thick leather cuffs around each limb. His red leather collar was chained to the headboard, though it did look worse for wear due to his struggling.

His teeth bit into the gag in his mouth, drool and slobber around his chin. Desperate whines left his lips, eyes surely rolling to the back of his head under the silken blindfold.

A fuck machine was plowing into his ass like no tomorrow, the small hearts from the flogger you teased him with still pink against his porcelain cheeks. The medium dildo was abusing his prostate as his moans grew louder and louder. A large cum spot soaked the sheets beneath him as the duvet stroked against his already exhausted cock.

Katsuki’s ears twitched as he turned to the door, saddened but desperate whimpers as he tried shaking the blindfold off. You strolled into the room slowly, enhancing your sounds so he understands what’s happening. The bed groaned under the weight of your added body, the hum of the fuck machine a steady rhythm.

“Aww, is my puppy done for now, hmm? Shall we take a break?” You teased, rubbing your fingers on the sensitive patch of skin above his tail. Katsuki sobbed and nodded desperately. Your hand flattened as you stroked his back lovingly.

“But you look so sweet like this, baby! Does this cock feel better than mine? Maybe I should leave you here for the entire week, hmm? I bet you would love that, wouldn’t you my puppyslut?” You murmur into his fluffy ear, kissing the soft down gently.

Katsuki shook his head hurriedly, unintelligible sobs drowned by his broken and muffled moans. The cuffs shuffled loudly as he fought to break free, the headboard starting to crack.

“Okay, pretty pup, I won’t. But you look so cute like this. My handsome mate, can you give me just one more? Then we can take a break,” you ask him softly, stroking his sweaty back. His tail sprung to life as his fingers flexed, desperate to hold you in some way.

You turned off the machine, causing Katsuki to whine at the lack of friction. With a single tap, he turned to his side, allowing you to snuggle up to him. He instantly took refuge in your neck, taking deep breaths to inhale your comforting scent. You unbuckled his gag, allowing him to stretch his aching jaw. Your hands rubbed over the flushed skin in silent apology, before skimming over his flushed abs and reaching his reddening cock.

“Hgnnn, just fuck my cock,” he whined noisily as you shushed him. You eventually found a steady pace and jerked him off, hissing as your mate bit into your neck in pure ecstasy. Carmine eyes were expanded into galaxies of black, too blissed out to care. His body burned with lust, and you were his only saviour.

“Fuck, fuck, shit! Oh fuck, I’m gonna-” he couldn’t finish his sentence as his cum absolutely ruined your jeans, rope after hot rope draining his balls as he chased his high. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, pants consuming his entire chest.

1 day down, a few more to go.

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #bakugou #Bakugou smut #concockted (hehe) this in like 5 mins don’t hurt me pls #I need him on a fuck machine #doing chores whilst he’s chasing pleasure but feeling bad but also needing to get shit done bc he’s always trying to jump ur bones #sweet fluffy aftercare too #man loves his yoghurt what can I say #werewolf Katsuki smut #sub Bakugou #Bakugou smutty Drabble

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haruka-norikoyo · 7 months ago

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Monoma x reader who’s Mirio’s younger sibling Part 2

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Not much romance in this part, mostly focused on the brother sibling dynamic of Mirio and reader. But I do have a third part ready to go! Well, that one’s not centered around reader and Monoma’s relationship either… nor was the first part, now that I think of it..?

Part 2/?

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“Everyone listen up! Form an orderly line and promptly make your way to school grounds!” Iida announces despite being the only one not in the line as Sero calls him out for. “…the dilemma of a class rep…”

You yawn, stretching your arms over your head. You stop right before your classroom, seeing Neito leaning against the wall by the lockers. Your face lights up upon seeing him, casting a bright smile at his direction, which he returns lovingly. Not for long, though, as Kaminari nears.

“I heard! Class A!” His sweet smile disappears, replaced by the demeaning sneer your classmates know him for. He dramatically projects his voice like he’s in a play. “Two people! Two people didn’t pass the provincial licensing exam in your class!” “It’s class B’s Monoma!” Sero exclaims as if Neito is a surprise boss of an RPG dungeon.

Kaminari backs away slightly, paling at the very sight of him. “…He’s as crazy as usual.”

You sigh with an exasperated smile. Ah… all my friends think my boyfriend’s insane… You wonder what their reactions will be, once the cat’s out of the bag. Mina in particular, who has a vague inkling that you’re dating someone— you swear, she can smell romance anywhere— would flip the moment she finds out.

Kirishima steps in, smiling in friendly challenge. “I bet you’re the only one in your class who didn’t pass, huh? Like with the final?”

Neito continues cackling, before abruptly stopping and turning around.

“Which is it?!”

Ah… he’s so cute… You feel like walking up to him and squishing his cheeks, but you compose yourself. You can’t just steal his moment by giving in. Though your expression makes it obvious that you’re having cuteness aggression. It’s a wonder how no one put two and two together with the amount of times this happens.

“We…” Neito waits for the rest of his classmates to show up for dramatic effect. With his usual flair, he turns, smiling triumphantly. “…all passed! We’ve pulled ahead of you, class A.”

Todoroki apologizes with a gloomy aura. While Kirishima attempts to cheer him up, Tsunotori walks up to greet everyone.

“According to Vlad teacher, we will all be having same classes this semester. I’m looking forward to it!”

You beam. Ah, that means I’d be able to have classes with Neito..! You turn to look at him to convey your excitement, but he isn’t looking, much to your disappointment. He’s too busy whispering something to Tsunotori to notice your annoyed gaze.

She nods, and looks back at Kirishima and Kaminari saying, “Touch me, and I’ll pummel ya till your mama don’t know ya!” much to the boys’ concern.

Hm? I feel like I’ve heard that phrase before. Like, specifically… You think about where you’ve heard it as Kendo knocks out Neito, cutting his manic laughter off.

Your classes are blocking the way for other students, so Iida immediately herds your class back into a single file line to make your way to the assembly.

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“Say, I heard from Midnight-sensei that the rooftop’s sometimes open after school hours. Wanna check if it’s open today?” Neito asks.

Among the crowd of everyone that attends UA, you were able to slip away from the line Iida was hoping the class would make. Now, you walk side by side with Monoma among the second years and third years, away from the eyes of your classmates.

“Ah, sorry. I can’t today. I have plans with my brother, you see. Wanna do it tomorrow?”

“Oh, ah, mm… your brother… Y-Yeah, we can do it tomorrow…”

You tilt your head in confusion as Neito averts his eyes, now walking all stiff. “What?”

“What what?”

“What’s got you all nervous?”

“Hah, please, I’m not nervous,” he shrugs, visibly shaking.

You scoff, chopping your hand over his head. He always complain about it giving him PTSD from the amount of times Kendo would do that, but he doesn’t say a word now. “Do you know how long we’ve known each other? Don’t act like I’m stupid.”

“Wha— I’m not! You’re the most intelligent person I know and you’re—”

“So what’s got you nervous?”

You lean into him, and he leans back. You scrutinize his tense smile. It’s as if someone is holding him at gunpoint. This isn’t like him at all.

“(Y/n)-chan!” a cheerful voice calls out.

“Ah, would you look at that! Your classmates. I would love to walk all the way with you, but it seems they have come to part us once again, my dearest.”

“Neito, that’s not my classmates—” He gives you a chaste kiss on the cheek before promptly speeding away like a deer who just spotted a lion, leaving you dumbfounded in the crowd of second and third years. “…what the hell was that?” you wonder aloud, your hand reaching up to your cheek with a small blush.

“(Y/n)-chan!” the cheerful voice calls out again, making her way towards you. “It’s been a while..!”

You snap out of your confusion, smiling as Hado jumps up and hugs you. “Hado-senpai, hi.”

“Hey hey, you know—” She asks you questions left and right about was said at the assembly. What you thought of All Might retiring, the work study, and about the problem children rumored to be in your class. Behind her followed Tamaki and your brother. “Hado… don’t bombard them with questions like that…” Tamaki meekly says, causing her to huff and hug you tighter.

“Oof…” you wiggle yourself so that your not suffocating in Hado’s embrace, smiling at the boys. “Tamaki-senpai. Nii-chan.”

They both offer you a wave.

“Hey (y/n), how’re the dorms?” your brother asks.

“Tis great. Bakugo and Midoriya ended up fighting, though. Which honestly, doesn’t surprise me too much…”

Hado finally releases her grip on you, allowing you to breathe properly. She’s strong as hell, you know? “Aha! So it is students from your class who’re the problem children! I was right!” “Don’t sound so happy about it…”

“Ooh! And and— were you walking with someone just now? I thought I saw someone leave. Oh, but you’re really far away from the first years, why’re you all the way over here?”

“Yeah (y/n), tell us,” Mirio leans in. His smile is the same as ever, but there’s something menacing to it at the moment… You grimace. You had been purposefully vague about details of your dating situation with them, considering Mirio’s history with boys that have a crush on you. “Well, I mentioned having a boyfriend, right?”

Hado nods. “Mhm! The super secret one that you refuse to tell us about!” She huffs, still salty that you hadn’t told her after all this time.

“Well, actually, he goes to UA too. I was with him just now,” you shrug. Hopefully if you act casual about it, they’d be casual too. “Haha, romancing in school grounds, (y/n)? What scandalous behavior.” Mirio seems to have mellowed out quite a bit though, once he started attending UA. He can’t exactly be a hero while sneaking around at night to scare kids just cause they have a crush on his little sibling, can he? …right?

Still, you grumble at his teasing. “Scandalous? We were just walking beside each other.” “Ah! But since you’re all the way over here… Don’t tell me he’s a second year? Or no, third year? Ah, is it someone we know?!”

“That’s all I’m gonna say, Hado-senpai…”

“No fair!”

“It’s not our business, you know..?”

“Oh come on Tamaki, I know you wanna know too!”

“I mean, as long as he makes (y/n) happy, right?”

You huff, “I’ll be heading to class…”

“Oh, yeah sure. We should probably be going too. See ya, (y/n)-chan!”

***

Three days later, Aizawa speaks to class 1-A about the work study, stating that there will be guests who have experienced it first hand that’ll teach you about it.

“The big three!” the class echoes what Aizawa had said.

“The students who are closest to being pros…”

“Ah, (y/n), heyo.”

“(Y/n)-chan, surprise..!”

You blink as two of the three wave at you, Tamaki being filled with too much anxiety to greet you. “Nii-chan, you could’ve told me you guys were coming.”

“NII-CHAN?!!!???”

As it happens, your brother and his friends are the ones to do so. Now, you’re always happy to spend time with your older brother, however…

“Come on (y/n), I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” Jiro says as the class walks to the gym. “We have the whole class jumping him. We’re not small fries, you know?”

You grimace, already feeling your stomach hurt. And you haven’t even started! “You don’t get it. We’re gonna die.”

“Don’t say that (y/n)! You’re making me nervous!” Hagakure exclaims.

“You should be.”

“That guy’s your brother, right? I’m sure he won’t go too hard on you,” Tokoyami says like the only child he is. One would’ve thought Dark Shadow would be like a sort of sibling to him, but you suppose it isn’t the same since that’s his quirk.

“Yeah, he’ll try to hold back, but he doesn’t know how to.”

Your classmates around you shake their heads, chalking it up to any usual sibling thing. But they have not been through the horrors of training with Mirio, no. This is but a glimpse.

Jiro, who had been the most dismissive of your terrified mutterings, screams as Mirio’s clothes slip off. She was promptly knocked out like the rest of the long ranged fighters. But he also decided to tie her back to back with Kaminari with her own earphone jacks as if flashing her wasn’t enough.

…your brother’s a psychopath. And now he turns to you, crumpling your classmates at his wake. “Pleheeheese. Stop slowly walking like thaaaat…” You cry out, backing away bit by bit.

“Come on, (y/n)! Show some spirit! You’re in the hero course now!”

“I wanna drop OUUUUUTTTTTT!!!!!”

Of course, he’s chanting motivational messages to you as he steps closer to your demise. Kirishima uses this as an opening to lunge at him while distracted, but he immediately gets knocked out. While your friend gets the punched out of him, you charge in. For the split second you’re out of Mirio’s view, you’re close enough to power your quirk—

“Using your classmate as sacrifice? That’s mean, (y/n).”

“YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S MEA— ACK!” Your whole body shoots back as Mirio’s fist connect with your stomach.

“POWER!!!!” he yells, basically emoting over your body sprawled on the gym floor while your soul seeps out of your mouth.

***

You’re still curled up into a ball when his footsteps approach you. “…I hate you.”

“I love you too my flesh and blood, now get up,” Mirio says enthusiastically, picking you up by the collar like some kind of cat. He turns to the rest of your classmates. “I tried to make it so you won’t see my willy. Sorry if you got a peek.”

“A ‘peek’ you say. Jiro was violated.” Begrudgingly, you stand on your shaky feet among the rest of your classmates in the same condition. He gave a hero like speech on what it took to make his quirk noteworthy, and what it’ll be like in the work study compared to the interns. You won’t be guests this time, you’ll be treated like real sidekicks. Your classmates found it inspirational while you’re still grumbling in pain. “You’ll be going now?” you ask, as Mirio, Hado, and Tamaki move to the gym door. “Yep. We were invited to go to class 1-B too.”

You smile wryly. Will Neito be okay? Mirio was able to hold back on your class, but there’s still a chance that he’ll get carried away now that he’s not worried. Then again, it’s not like he knows he’s your boyfriend, it’ll probably be fine.

“Well, we’ll be off now. See ya later alligator.”

Tamaki smiles and waves at you.

“Bye (y/n)-chan! Mirio’s gonna pummel some more kids till their mama don’t know ‘em!”

“You make it sound bad. I held back, didn’t I?”

You chuckle, waving at them until they left the gym. You stand there for a moment before heading back to your classmates. “That was pretty valuable information, but my stomach still hurts…” Jiro complains. It took a few minutes to untangle her earphone jacks from Kaminari earlier. “So do my ears.”

You look at her apologetically. “Yeah, nii-chan’s sometimes got a twisted sense of humor.”

“I feel bad that class B will face him next.”

Mina pipes in. “You think he’ll really pummel them till their mama don’t know ‘em?”

“What’s with people saying that phrase..?”

That phrase… Yeah that’s right, you did hear it from Mirio at one point. It’s pretty gruesome, but not exactly out of character for him to be out of pocket. And it’s the same thing Neito taught his American classmate to say. You stand there as your friends chatter.

Wait.

The same thing as Neito?

No way, right?

There was when Neito seemed petrified at the mention of your brother a few days ago too.

There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach. If being in the hero course has taught you anything, it’s to trust your gut.

“AH!” you shriek, causing your surrounding classmates to jump.

“W-Woah! What is it Togata?!”

“(Y/n)! You scared me.”

“He’s gonna kill him!!!” you spare no time for explanation, bolting it to Aizawa. “Sensei!!! Sensei, please, can you excuse me from class?! It’s an emergency! An emergency!” Aizawa’s eye twitches at the ruckus you’re making. “What? What’re you talking about?”

“I’ll be back!”

“What?! Togata, explain—”

“No time!”

And you were out the door.

“…can someone tell me what’s going on?” Aizawa looks around at the class, who were as dumbfounded as their teacher. He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Everyone, head back to class. I’ll go see what’s happening…”

#my hero academia #monoma neito #monoma x reader #bnha monoma #mha monoma #mirio togata #bnha mirio #x reader #class 1b #class 1a #mha #bnha #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #y/n #Fluff

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morallygreychaoticneutral · 2 months ago

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That's what he said!

I was thinking about what my Tav would have said to Astarion after the Halsin proposition. I was sad to know we didn't have the option to tell Astarion we told him no. I feel like that would have been a great trust bonding moment for them. So i wrote it. Or, I attempted..im not an expert writer.

“You wouldn’t believe the conversation I just had with Halsin.” She says to him in a gossiping tone.

Astarion laughs loud and openly.

“I was wondering when you were going to ask me about this.”

“Did he talk to you about it?” she asks, slightly confused by his reaction.

“I guessed. The man can’t stay quiet about “enjoying the freedom of natures gifts”. Ha ha, I bet he outlaw clothing if he could.”

His pantomime of Halsin calms her nerves.

“Funny you would say that. He did mention something along those lines.”

An awkward pause hangs in the air.

“Well? Don’t keep me in suspense darling. What was said exactly?”

“Well, He uh, said that I stirred his heart and he wants more than to just sit by the fire with me.”

The heat was creeping up in her face. It was one thing to have heard it from Halsin, but to repeat it to Astarion had her embarrassed.

He smiles at her.

“I can’t say I blame him. You are quite unique and alluring, darling. And he’s been eyeing you since the grove if you haven’t noticed.”

She had not. She was so wrapped up in helping everyone with their own plights she didn’t even consider it.

“So? What was the outcome of this conversation?” He asks, quickly looking at his nails to distract from the anxiety that flashed across his eyes.

She sees it. Her heart hurts with the idea he thinks she might have agreed. He knows me better than that, doesn’t he?

Desperate to erase that look she reaches for her default disarming tool. Humor.

“I told him to stuff it.” she says, crossing her arms and throwing her nose in the air in a haughty manner.

Astarion’s eyes shift to her as he lifts a brow at her sudden change of attitude.

She smiles wide, nudging him with her elbow. “Get it?! Stuff It. You know, because he’s a bear.”

Astarion rolls his eyes dramatically but smiles despite his attempt to seem annoyed.

“But then...” she says, bringing her index finger to her lips as if deep in thought. “Maybe he thought I wanted him to stuff me…oh no.”

Astarion huffs before leaning in and issuing a warning.

“Best to stay clear of the woods for a bit then.”

Aloria laughs. Pleased to see the anxiety leave his gaze.

“You know I would never do that to you, right?” she asks quietly, throwing every ounce of care into her eyes for him to see.

“If that’s something you want to explore we can. But I’m not making decisions like that without knowing your heart better.”

His face softens at her words for a moment, before darting his eyes past her to check to see if anybody is watching.

“I know. I was being foolish. But thank you for saying it.”

These types of moments are difficult for him. He loves the adoration she lavishes on him but does not like to share it beyond their own private world. She notices his discomfort and redirects the conversation back to playful banter.

“I mean, not after all the hard work you put into scent marking me.” she says, closing the distance between them, walking her fingers up his chest and gently tapping the end of his nose.

His nose scrunches in response.

“What?”

“Halsin said your scent lingers on my skin. He says I smell like you.” She rests her chin on his chest. Her eyes hold his lovingly.

“I….well..you do tend to steal my shirt to sleep in. It’s hardly my fault.”

Aloria runs the backs of her hands lightly over the fabric of his vest. “Do you know what you smell like?”

He stares down at her, confused about the odd choice of topic. “Of course I am aware of what I smell like. I make it myself.”

“No, not your perfume, just you.”

Astarion’s face scrunches again. “Undead, obviously. What are you getting at?”

Aloria grabs him by the lapels. Quickly lifting on her toes and pulling him forward to bury her nose in his neck and takes an obnoxiously loud snuff of his skin.

Astarion barks out a clipped giggle before clearing his throat and feigning annoyance.

“What are you doing?”

She hums against his throat. “Mmmmm danger, and sweetness and ..wait ..is that a hint of arrogance? Or is that sarcasm?”.

She makes a show of snuffing him again. “Ooo, I think that is definitely sarcasm. Spicy!”

Astarion begins to playfully push her away, but not before she quickly presses her lips close to his ear. Whispering this time so no one nearby can catch what she says.

“You smell like the air after it rains on parched ground. Like the deep earth of a root cellar. Like ancient undiscovered places. Quiet and metallic. I like it. I like it very much.” Driving the message home by gently running the end of her nose along the edge of his ear.

Astarion’s shoulders drop as he turns his head to catch her eyes as she pulls away. The seriousness of her confession understood under the guise of playfulness. These moments were theirs and theirs alone.

She smiles wide, then smashes her lips against his cheek, kissing him with an audible smack.

He tuts, resuming to push her away and wave her off with a flourish of his hands.

She begins to walk away, but turns, jutting her hip out and running her hand dramatically over her ass and biting her lower lip at him.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, darling.” He says salaciously.

She laughs and walks away to check on the other companions for the night.

“Hey, what’s burning?!” she shouts loudly watching as Gale scrambles to check the pot that is in fact, not burning.

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darksigns-exe · 5 months ago

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and suddenly, i had a valentine - nicholas ruffilo x laurie (ofc)

warnings: none, pure fluff

word count: 2.2k

note: for @deathblacksmoke who wanted to our boy Nicholas Ryan to be taken out on a cute date <3

set immediately before remember where we started out

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The call of his name makes Noah perk up. Laurie calls for him again, and this time his body actually kicks into action. He closes the lids of his and Laurie’s water bottles before taking hers with him.

“Where?” He calls through the mostly silent house.

“Bedroom.” The reply comes seconds later.

He climbs the stairs two at a time, maybe a little too eager.

Noah finds her in front of the mirror, bending to try and reach the zip of her dress.

“Oh.” He can’t stop the sound from leaving his lips.

“Like it?”

He places her bottle on the little dresser next to the door before he steps up behind her.

It’s a tight little number, soft fabric that clings to her body perfectly.

“You’re gorgeous. This is— I like it a lot.” He stumbles around the words, as if he hadn’t buried his face between her thighs just hours earlier.

“I’m taking Nicky out on a little date. Thought I’d dress up a little.”

There’s a pang of disappointment in his chest. It dissipates before it gets to form fully, though.

“Oh, he’ll love it.”

“You think? It’s not too much?”

Noah shakes his head, “I bet he’s gonna do that thing where he gets all flustered and looks like a fish out of water for a moment. You know what I mean.”

He mimics the expression perfectly. Wide eyes and stilted breathing included.

Noah wraps his arms around her middle, so that he can rest his chin on her shoulder.

“He’s gonna love it. Where are you going?”

“That new place that does the Neapolitan pizza. We can all go together sometime if you want?” Laurie fixes him in the mirror.

“I’d love that.” He presses a soft little kiss to the side of her jaw, “But tonight is not about me. So you go and treat our boy right. I think he’s starting to run tracks into the carpet. Jerry’s getting annoyed with him pacing around like that.”

“Gotta zip me up first.” She says then, “Can’t reach it.”

Noah does as she asks, one gentle hand placed on her waist while he drags the zip up the length of her side.

“Thank you, dear.” Laurie says with the softest little smile.

He stays and watches while she puts on her perfume and what he assumes to be lipstick. It’s not as colourful as her usual one is, but it makes her look so very kissable. He’s almost tempted to steal a kiss from her before she goes down to wrap her arm around Nicks. But Noah knows that she’ll scold him for messing up the colour, and so he settles for a chaste kiss against her cheek.

He stays up on the landing, quietly watching Laurie descend the stairs and calling for Nick. He does exactly what Noah had prophesied a few minutes earlier. Noah forces the bitter sting of jealousy back down his throat as he watches Nick gaze at her so lovingly. Nick gives him the same attention, looks at him with that same soft look on his face, but at that moment Noah wants to worm his way between them so desperately. They deserve the night out, though. Nick’s been working a lot and hasn’t had nearly as much time with her as Noah had. They deserve this.

The two are out of the door a moment later. Nick calls a Bye Noah over his shoulder as they leave. He waves when Laurie turns back to blow a little kiss his way.

It’s not like they never go out.

Even when it’s already been a few years since they became a couple, Nick had always made sure that they went out regularly. Sure, Laurie had initiated date nights too. But something about her asking him out like this – flowers included – had made his heart leap with that feeling of falling in love with her again. She’d come by the shop while he’d been locking up. That itself hadn’t been unusual. Laurie would usually come around when they were both working late so that they could head home together. Especially after they’d moved out of her little apartment.

That day she’d come with flowers and a pair of jam filled donuts somewhat reflecting one of their first dates.

To see her now all dressed up, wrapped into a pretty satin dress, fills his head with even more fuzz. Sometimes, he can’t quite believe that he gets to call his woman his girlfriend. He does feel a little bad for Noah, although the younger has made it very clear that he’ll be fine. Nick, above all else, wants both of his loves to be happy.

Tonight is all about them, though.

Laurie has been surprisingly secretive about her plans for the evening. He knows that it’s usually so very hard for her to keep secrets from either of them. She’s a horrible liar, and watching her trying to dodge questions about presents is an absolute delight.

He feels horribly underdressed next to her. Somehow this woman manages to look incredible in everything she wears, but when she gets all dressed up like this she’s entirely out of his league.

“Take a left here.”

She still hasn’t told him where they’re going, which is a little impractical when he’s the one driving.

“Park where you can, we can walk the rest of the way. It’s not far.”

“You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?”

“You’ll see when we get there. I can’t drive you there, so I’ll have to be secretive about it.” She says with a little giggle, “Won’t have to wait long.”

Laurie drops her hand to his thigh, giving it a gentle, comforting squeeze.

She holds his hand while they walk to wherever she is taking him. Laurie was right, it’s only a short walk until the red and white striped canopy comes into view. They’d talked about this place before, made plans to go some time, but never really got around to it.

“You got a table?” he asks, trying to hide the excited edge in his voice.

Laurie squeezes his hand, “Of course. Thought I’d give some of what you do for me – us – back. Treat you as nice as you always treat me.”

And she does. Nick feels flustered and on edge with nerves from the moment she holds the door open for him. He’s done it for her so very often, and to suddenly be at the centre of her attention is very new. Laurie’s always been so very sweet and caring with him, but this is new. Her hand presses against the small of his back, mirroring the way he would guide her when they enter a location. And it makes him feel so fuzzy and warm inside.

They’re seated in a comfy little corner, shielded from most of the commotion. The waiter lights the candles set between them on the table, casting Laurie in gorgeous, warm light. It reflects of her hair, the soft skin of her cheeks.

Miles out of my league, he thinks.

Sometimes, he can hardly believe that he gets to call Laurie his – let alone her and Noah.

Her hand curls around his, manicured nails tracing across his skin just barely.

“Nicky?” she asks softly, squeezing his hand just so gently.

Nick shakes himself back into focus.

“What’s on your mind, dear? You look lost in thought.”

He turns their joined hands over, allowing him to see the little sweetheart tattoo with his initials in the centre of it. They’d been together for a little over a year when it had come up as a joke. A week later, when Laurie had come to pick him up from the studio, he’d shown her sketches he’d made.

“I think I could fit a second one next to it.” he says idly, not quite looking at her, “There’s space for him there.”

What he really wants to say is that there’s space for Noah between them, that he fits between them so perfectly.

“Would be nice. I’d have both of you with me, even when you’re off doing your thing.”

She’s smiling at him when he looks up at her, that gentle little smile that makes his heart race a little.

Nick feels a little like he did when they had just started going out. He’d taken her out on a date to a little pizza shop. The place had been so small that they’d been seated so close that their knees kept knocking into each other. It feels nice to know that they could afford a little more than that now. That place hadn’t been bad – they still stop by sometimes – but he likes knowing that all of their hard work has paid off. And it’s not as if they’re swimming in it now, but things are going well and this is a well deserved treat.

Laurie had been adamant that he should let her pay tonight. They’re not very strict about this normally, but he can’t argue with her when she looks at him with that little stern edge. Laurie always says that he takes care of them, but deep down they all know that she is the one who keeps them in order. Laurie’s the one who reminds Nick to drink water, who tells Noah to be a little easier on himself. She’s the one who kisses him so sweetly when she tells him how proud she is of him.

He tries to give as much of it back as he can, but somehow it always feels more profound when she says it.

Her attention is entirely on him throughout the evening, and for a brief moment he forgets that Noah is waiting for them at home.

“Didn’t you say that the other one looked good when we looked at the menu online?” Laurie asks when they discuss what they want to get.

“Didn’t see how expensive it was.” Nick replies meekly.

Just because she’s paying doesn’t mean that he wants to empty her pockets entirely.

“Nicky.”

“This is just as fine. I’m —”

“Do you want the other one?” She reaches out for him again, places her hand atop his so carefully.

“It does look good.”

“Get it. We got a little bump in our wages and there’s no one I’d rather spend it on.”

Nick can’t shake this feeling. There’s no denying that Laurie is his person, but so is the boy waiting for them back home. Perhaps they were always meant to be a trio. He can’t imagine himself without either of them, and he hopes that he’ll never have to think about that.

He stares a little love struck when the waiter wants to hand the check to him, and Laurie tells him very sternly that she asked for the check and that she intends to pay. The wink and smile she shoots his way afterwards sends a shock of warmth through Nick’s body.

She holds his hand when they walk back to the car, and Nick still has that first date buzz in his belly, even though it’s been years already.

“They were awfully stuck up.” Laurie comments as they walk, “It’s not that unheard of that the woman pays, right? I mean, come on. I should be able to treat my boyfriend to a good dinner without having to justify it. I don’t know if we should take Noah to that place. If they can’t take me paying for one of you, what’s that waiter going to do if I pay for both of you?”

His heart flutters a little a that.

“I think Noah’d be fine if we go to that little place we usually go to.” he finally replies, giving a gentle squeeze to her hand that says don’t get too riled up about these idiots.

“I know.” She says firmly, “But I want to give both of you the treatment you deserve. And I love that little pizza parlour, but I want nothing but the best for my boys.”

The house is quiet when they get home. Nick closes the door behind him as gently as he can, but even then it still gives its horrid squeak. Laurie steadies herself on his shoulder when she moves to take off her shoes. Without the heels, she reaches up to his shoulder. Laurie reaches up, placing her hand against his cheek. Nick feels himself melt into her touch. He meets her in the middle when she guides him down for a kiss. Nick feels the residue of her lipstick linger on his lips when they part.

“Bed or –” Laurie trails off.

He’s tempted to drape himself over her on the sofa, but he can see the exhaustion on her face, even if she tries to hide it.

“Bed sounds good?” he offers instead.

The relief on her face is evident, “I love you, but I was hoping you’d say that.”

When Nick cracks open the door to their bedroom, he finds Noah curled up in the middle of their bed. The sight makes him feel all soft and gooey inside. Noah has been slowly warming up to his touch, and he’s found his way between them like this more and more often.

With the way Noah has positioned himself right in the middle of the bed, they’ll have to fit themselves around him somehow. Nick slots himself behind Noah, wraps an arm around his middle. The young moves in his sleeps, presses himself against Nick’s bare chest. Laurie joins them a moment later. She curls herself against Noah’s front and Nick knows that at some point during the night they’ll untangle their limbs from each other, but right now he feels so very comfortable and safe.

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marie-swriting · 1 year ago

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Confession Of Love - Jake "Hangman" Seresin [1/2]

Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

Speak Now TV Masterlist

Part two

Part one - two (French version)

Summary : You've been seeing Jake for four months but you're still not officially dating. It's going to happen soon, though, right ?

Warnings : Jake is an asshole (it's not against him, I love him, I swear), angst, cheating, alcohol consumption (be careful with your alcohol consumption), maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 4.7k

Song inspiration : Foolish One (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault) by Taylor Swift

you take the new arrival of books in the box next to you and put them in the correct shelves. You pay attention to place them in alphabetical order and sometimes, you take a look at the back cover, adding then a new book to your - long - to be read list. You set the last book of a saga in its place when a masculine voice comes behind you.

“Sorry, would you have a book on how to apologise after cancelling a date last minute ?”

“Jake !” you exclaim, taking him in your arms. “What are you doing here ?”

“I felt bad about yesterday. Those are for you.” he says, breaking the embrace and handing you a big bunch of red roses.

“Oh, thank you ! They’re beautiful.” you smile, pecking his lips, “But I already told you it was okay. You were tired because of your day at work, I get it. We can always plan something another time, like tonight for example. My shift ends at 6:30 P.M, you can come pick me up at seven.”

Hope can be heard in your voice on top of nervosity. Jake and you can’t see each other frequently because of his job as a naval aviator and he’s also often hanging out with his friends. You’re aware it’s normal for Jake and you to not spend every single day together though, two or three times a week would be a good start you think.

You look at him, waiting for his answer impatiently but as soon as you hear him sigh, you guess his answer. Even if you expected it, you can’t help but feel disappointed.

“The problem is I already told my colleague I would spend the night with them.”

“It’s okay. You can send me a text when you’re free.” you affirm, forcing a little smile.

“Perfect. I’m not gonna bother you much longer. See you.” he says and kisses you.

You lovingly watch Jake leaving. Once he’s not in your line of sight anymore, you smell the roses and your disappointment leaves your body to let affection take over. It doesn’t matter if he wasn’t able to have some free time for you that night, he always makes sure to make it up to you like today. You stay in your bubble and walk in the direction of the backshop to put the flowers down. You find a container to put your roses in when your colleague Cora blows your bubble.

“Who gifted you those roses ?”

“Jake. They’re pretty, aren’t they ?”

“Wow, he must feel ashamed about a lot of things.” she comments, gazing at the flowers while you put them in the makeshift vase.

“Not at all. Why do you say that ?”

“Like they always say, the bigger the bouquet, the bigger the guilt.”

“No one says that.” you state, frowning.

“He cancelled again, didn’t he ?” she says, her question sounding more like an affirmation.

“He has a good reason.”

“I bet he does ! I don’t understand how you can still be with him. If my boyfriend was always cancelling dates, I-”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” you interrupt her, avoiding her gaze.

“What do you mean ?”

“We’re not really dating.” you inform and she gives you a look so you quickly add : “We’re taking things slow. Jake can be on a deployment any day so we don’t want too many strings attached.”

“Wait, you’re telling me you’ve been with a guy for more than four months, you go on dates, you kiss, you sleep at each other’s house but you’re not official ? He’s worse than I thought. I mean, Y/N, don’t forget about his reputation ! Jake doesn’t do serious relationship. And just to prove it to you, has he finally presented you to his friends ?” Cora asks and you stay silent. “That’s what I thought. Why are you still with him ? He’s going to break your heart just like Logan.”

“He’s different !” you say, angry by her words and the mention of your ex. “Look, you don’t know him and you know nothing about my relationship with Jake so stop giving me unsolicited advice. I’ve learned from my mistakes, I know what I’m doing.”

On that note, you pass by your colleague and go back to your work. While you keep reorganising the books, you can’t prevent yourself from thinking back to your conversation with Cora. You know she didn’t mean any harm but you’re annoyed by the way she thinks you’re too foolish to know how to handle your love life on your own. You’ve known men… stupid ones, to stay politically correct, however you know better now and Jake has proven to you he’s different from your exes. It’s not because he cancels a lot of dates that he’s a bad guy. He is a nice guy. You’re sure of it.

At the end of the day, you take back your roses and bid Cora goodbye without adding anything else, still pissed off by her words. Upon arriving at your place, you put the roses in a real vase and set it on your dinner table.

That night, you spend it alone eating, watching Pride And Prejudice. As you’re watching it, you can’t help but melt because of Mr.Darcy’s confession of love to Elizabeth. You’re waiting for the day where it’ll be your turn, the day where, like those cheesy romances you read, you will get your confession full of love by the love of your life. You know you look like a hopeless romantic but you grew up with this idea of great love stories where the man is perfect and you’ve been searching for him since your teenage years. Maybe Jake will be this man and he’ll confess his feelings to you soon. You like him a lot and you wish you could share the future you have in mind with him.

Once your movie is over, you take your phone and check your notifications. You haven’t received anything. Not a call, nor a message. You thought that maybe Jake would send you a text to tell you about his day or at least say some nice words but nothing. Radio silence. It should be a good sign he’s having fun with his friends and yet, you can’t stop yourself from thinking this silence sounds like some bad signs ; he doesn’t seem to miss you. Sure he’s with his friends, you know he’s not spending his night on his phone though, a text wouldn’t be too much ! With mixed feelings, you put down your phone and start watching another romantic movie.

During the whole night, you keep checking your phone without any change. When you go to bed around midnight, you keep on sighing and your mind starts thinking back to your relationship with Jake and to doubt it.

Once you’re laying down on your bed, you glance one last time at your phone and when you see nothing new, you groan and aggressively put your cellphone on your nightstand. You change position in your bed and try to fall asleep, in vain. You toss and turn and yet, you don’t seem to be comfortable enough and your mind who is currently overthinking doesn’t make things better. This lack of message from Jake hurts you more than you care to admit. One thing is certain, you won’t get your love confession tonight. Maybe you shouldn't have gotten ahead of yourself so much ? Maybe your relationship with Jake won’t last ? Maybe there was a little bit of truth in Cora’s words ? You shake your head, hoping to get rid of these voices who start to make you more puzzled. If you discuss it with Jake, surely the situation will get better. Right ?

At least, you feel like the situation gets better the following week. You haven’t really talked with Jake but you’ve been able to see each other more often.

Today, you spend the afternoon together. You don’t do anything special. Jake just came to your apartment and you stay on the couch watching movies and talking about random things.

Your head on his shoulder, you think you were right to trust Jake. When he has the time, he’s the perfect… boyfriend ? Partner ? Friend ? Whatever the word may be, he is perfect. You never argue and your conversation knows no awkward silence ; everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds. You even feel like you’re getting closer and closer to the moment where you’ll finally be official. You’ll finally be able to call him yours and you’ll be able to share more than some hours here and there with Jake. You can imagine a whole future with him, that’s why you want to believe so hard that what you have is something good, despite the particular circumstances.

As soon as it’s getting late, Jake gets ready to go back to his house. From time to time, he stays to sleep at yours however when he has to wake up early the next day, he prefers to go home, his apartment being closer to his workplace. Once he’s set to go, Jake walks to the door while you follow him, tiredness visible on your face.

“Send me a message when you’ve arrived.” you say, yawning and Jake tenderly looks at you.

“I will.”

“Can we see each other next Saturday ?”

“I’ve already got something planned with my squad at the Hard Deck.”

“And do you think it’d bother them a lot if I came with you ?” you ask with a small voice before embarrassment catches you. “Sorry, it was rude. I shouldn’t have invited myself like that. It was stupid. I… Tell me when you get home. Good night.” you exclaim, ready to close the door but Jake stops you.

“It wasn’t stupid. Actually, I’ve been thinking of introducing you to them for a long time now.”

“Really ?”

“Sure. We’ve known each other for four months, it’s normal for you to meet them. I’ll pick you up and we’ll spend the whole evening together.” he states, putting his hands on your cheeks.

“Perfect.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

Jake gives you a smile before pressing his lips on yours. Your kiss only lasts a few seconds and you enjoy it as much as possible, celebrating this new milestone in your relationship. You’re still not official, nonetheless he wants to introduce you to his friends, you’re on the right track. Once Jake breaks the kiss, he tenderly strokes your cheek before turning around and walking away. You watch him leave then close your door, a goofy smile on your face.

When you get to the Hard Deck, Jake’s arm around your waist the following Saturday, it’s not a goofy smile you have on your face anymore but a nervous one. You know Jake is close with his colleagues and you want to make a good impression. You hope with all your heart this moment will go well. For you, this is a key moment and you can’t allow yourself to make a wrong move.

As soon as you find the group of people wearing Khakis, except one man is wearing a Hawaiian shirt, your hands become a bit more clammy. Jake quickly introduces you to every member of his squadron and you do your best to remember their names. For now, you only know Natasha’s name, as she’s the only woman. Jake proposes something to drink and judging you need to relax, you ask for a beer. He kisses your cheek before going to the bar, leaving you alone.

“I can’t believe you’re real.” Natasha starts with eyes wide open. “When Bagman told us he wanted to present us to someone, I thought he was joking. I never thought he was the kind of guy to settle down and I have to admit, I’m surprised to see you can put up with him.”

“Once you get to know him, he lets the arrogance go and you realise he’s a nice guy.” you respond, laughing.

“Hangman said you two met four months ago, right ?” Bradley questions.

“Yes, at a café. I had just gotten my coffee when Jake bumped into me and, long story short, he offered me a new coffee with his number on the cup.”

“I see he still knows how to make a good first impression.” Natasha jokes. “What do you do in life ?”

“I work in a bookshop. I’m paid to be surrounded by books, I couldn’t have dreamed of anything better.”

“That’s so cool ! I should come sometime. I haven’t read a new book in a long time.” Bradley informs you and instantly, your eyes shimmers with excitement.

“Oh ! I can give you recommendations if you want. What genre do you prefer ?”

Ensued then a conversation about your favourite topic : books. Bradley tells you some titles he likes, novels he’s been meaning to read for years and you listen to him with passion. You give him a whole list of authors and books to check out and he writes them down on his phone. Thinking you might have some other recommendations for him later, you ask him to give you his number. At the same time you’re saving his contact, Jake comes back to you and puts his arm around your shoulders.

“You’re not stealing her from me, aren’t you Bradshaw ?”

“We were talking about books, a subject you might not be familiar with.” Bradley retorts and Jake smirks.

“Oh no, she talks about it all the time. You haven’t finished getting new suggestions.” Jake says, faking desperation in his voice.

“Hey ! You’ve discovered good books thanks to me.” you defend.

“True. Anyway I’m going to play pool. You’re good here ?”

“Yeah, I am.”

Jake smiles at you before going to find his friend at the pool table. You stay with Bradley, Natasha and Bob, who just came next to you. You keep getting to know each other and you feel better, realising you don’t struggle to fit in - you’re not really the social butterfly, preferring your books more than people.

As the conversation goes on, you learn that Bradley is a good pianist and you ask to see him play. He doesn’t need to be asked twice and walk to the piano before playing Great Ball Of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis. Natasha, Bob and you sing with him and you’re quickly followed by the other people in the bar. Jake comes to you and sings by your side and sometimes he spins you around.

Once Bradley finishes the song, you laugh with your new friends, glad to realise you’re having a good time. Jake asks you if you want something else to drink and you inform him you haven’t finished your beer yet. He tells you he’s going to grab another drink, leaving you for a moment.

“Natasha wasn’t joking when she said you were an outstanding pianist ! Very good choice of song, by the way.” you compliment Bradley.

“It’s my favourite. My dad used to play it when I was a kid. I have good memories with this song and my parents.”

“I can see that. Your parents seemed to be cute together.”

When you talked earlier, Bradley quickly told you about his parents and you have to admit the way he speaks of their relationship, it looks like a story from one of your favourite books.

“They were !” Bradley confirms with nostalgia. “Maybe too much. I’d like a relationship like theirs.”

“I’m sure you will. You seem like an amazing guy. You deserve a love story as beautiful as theirs.”

“You too.”

Bradley smiles at you before talking about his pianist skills while you’re searching for Jake next to the bar. You expected to see him with a drink in hand, but it’s a vision of Jake with a woman who has her arms around his neck that you find. Your eyebrows furrowed, not knowing who this woman is and why she’s so close to your… to Jake. Jake gets rid of the woman’s arms then tells her something. He comes back to you at the same time where Bradley excuses himself to use the bathroom.

“Who was she ?” you question, not giving him the time to start a conversation.

“Who ?”

“The woman who was literally in your arms.”

“Oh, huh, I don’t know. She tried to flirt with me but I told her I was already in good company.” Jake explains with a flirty smile yet, you stay sceptical. “Y/N, I swear I don’t know her. You don’t have to worry.”

“I’m not. I’m curious, that’s all.” you lie.

Not fully convinced by your affirmation, Jake put his hands on your cheeks before leaning in and kissing you with passion. Even if you still have some doubt, Jake’s kiss helps you to calm down.

However, it’s really during the following weeks that you feel much better. Jake is being more present, casting away every doubt you have in mind. He’s managed to have some free time for you and you’ve even spent three days together, something never done before in your relationship. This time, you’re sure, everything is alright. Everything Cora told you or even everything you thought was fake. No matter what people say about Jake and his love life, you are the exception. Jake cares about you and he’s honest. Your relationship has a real future.

You’re so over the moon that you’re not as sad as usual when Jake tells you he can’t spend the evening at your place because he’s exhausted. You wish him a good rest before reading your book again. You’re in the middle of a chapter when you receive a message from your friend Laura who you haven’t seen in months. She asks you if you want to come to the bar next to her place. As you miss your friend, you accept without a second thought before getting ready.

Once you arrive at the Scented Sky bar, you have a big smile on your face, impatient to meet Laura. Once you leave your car, your eyes find their way to a vehicle not too far away who looks like Jake’s. At first, you think it’s just a mere coincidence then you pay attention to the licence plate and recognize that it is Jake’s. Instantly, you frown. You don’t understand how he can be there when he told you he wanted to sleep, not to mention the fact this bar is far from his place.

You keep searching for a rational explanation while you go to the bar. Before you walk through the door, you glance at the window and your eyes get teary at what you’re seeing. Jake did lie to you. He is at the bar and far from being tired as he presses his lips on a woman, the same woman at the Hard Deck he swore to you he didn’t know. The world is crumbling down your feet as you’re looking at them kissing passionately and being in each other’s arms. Tears are running down your cheeks and you can’t stop them. You want to go in and insult Jake with every bad word you know yet, the shock is so strong you turn around and go back home, trying to understand what you just saw.

When you close your door, you lean on the wall before sliding down and bursting into tears. You have your head in your hands, totally desperate and angry, not only at Jake but at yourself too. You wonder how you couldn’t see the signs. Now that you think back on it, you realise that, indeed, every element was in front of you : he keeps an emotional distance, he never uses pet names, you’re never his priority and so and so forth. You thought you found someone honest and you feel like a fool as you realise it isn’t the case. You should have listened to Cora, you should have listened to your instinct. You thought you learned your lesson, especially after your relationship with Logan, apparently you still have a long road ahead of you.

Once your sobs calm down, you stand up and throw yourself on your bed, not really taking the time to change your clothes. You stay there, laying on your back, staring at the ceiling, without understanding what’s happening. In the end, you are not the exception. As always. And you never will be. You will never have your love story, your confession of love, your happily ever after.

Your phone notifying you of a new message interrupts your downward spiral. You take it and when you see it’s a text from Jake wishing you a goodnight, you want to answer him with a long paragraph, explaining how much you hate him. However, you don’t have the strength so you delete his number and block him on your social media. You feel lighter but still miserable. You don’t want to see him ever again.

Your wish is not granted. You’ve been able to avoid Jake only for a week. Despite all your efforts, Jake forces the hand of destiny by coming to your workplace. You see him entering the bookshop but you keep working, pretending to be too busy. You don’t even react when he’s in front of you. Your lack of reaction confuses Jake. He expected you to throw yourself in his arms and yet, he is taken aback by your silence.

“Hey, Y/N, it’s me.” he starts with a big smile, “I saw you weren’t answering my texts and I can’t reach you on social either, weirdly, so I got worried. Everything okay ? Are you ignoring me ?”

“I don’t know, did you give me a reason to ignore you ?” you question looking up to him, forcing a smile.

“Huh, no. I mean, I don’t think so.”

“Then no, I’m not ignoring you. You’re such a nice guy, I don’t see why I’d want to ignore you.” you exclaim, ironically.

“Ok, I’ve missed something. Can we talk about it ?”

“I don’t want to talk to you !”

“If you don’t want to talk to me anymore, I think I deserve at least an explanation. I mean, we’ve had something for four months.” Jake demands and this is your last straw.

“In the back shop. Now.”

Because of your authoritative tone, Jake doesn't dare to make an inappropriate comment and follows you while you go to the backshop. Cora looks at you from afar, completely confused by the angry expression on your face - you haven’t told her anything about your discovery, feeling too ashamed.

Once you close the door behind Jake, you cross your arms on your chest and glare at him.

“So, what’s up ?” Jake casually asks.

“I don’t know, you tell me.” you start, trying so hard not to scream, “I thought you were too tired so why were you at the Scented Sky ?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t try to outwit me ! A week ago, I asked you if you wanted to come to my place to which you gave me the stupid excuse of “I’m too tired to come”. And yet, when I went to the bar, I saw you, in great form.”

At your last sentence, Jake’s eyes widen, panic visible on his face. His brain tries to find a rational explanation however before he can say it to you, you quickly add.

“And do I need to specify you weren’t alone when I saw you ? You were with the woman from the Hard Deck. You know, the same woman you didn’t know at all. And not to mention you were kissing her.”

“I have a good explanation,” he fastly says.

“Oh yeah ? Which one ?”

Jake stares at you and chooses his words carefully before speaking, as if he was in front of a wild animal. He never saw you mad before. He didn’t even think it was possible so he doesn’t know the way you could react if what he says came out wrong.

“She was flirting with me again and before I could react, she kissed me.”

“I just told you I saw and you keep taking me for a fool ?” you retort, shocked by his lie. “You were the one who pressed his lips on hers, your hands were on her hips ! How can you think I’m gonna believe what you’re telling me ? How could you do this to me ? I thought we had something !”

“I…”, he stutters before starting with a calm voice, “Look, I told you I wasn’t ready for a relationship, nothing was official between us and-”

“And I get it !” you cut him off sharply, “But It doesn’t give you the right to make me believe you care about me just for you to go see someone else. You know, if you had told me you weren’t ready for a relationship and you wanted to meet other women at the same time, I would have told you I didn’t want that and we would have called it quits ! You haven’t been honest with me when I’ve given you everything ! You’ve betrayed my trust just like the others.” you sigh, your eyes getting teary.

“I didn’t mean for this to happen. I swear I had the best of intentions.”

“If that is you with the best of intentions then I don’t want to imagine how you’d act if you didn’t care about the person ; you’ve ruined everything. You’ve taken me for an idiot for months and you have no remorse about it ! All I did was defend you, repeat to everyone you were someone nice and you’ve proven to everyone you live up to your reputation and that I am the stupid and desperate woman who only sees the best in the worst guys. Tell me honestly, were you even gonna tell me one day you didn’t want anything serious with me or were you gonna let me guess it by ghosting me ?” you question and Jake doesn’t answer. “Your silence says it all. I can’t believe I could have thought you were good. But, at least, you were useful for something. I had to learn to listen to my instinct when it tells me to walk out from a relationship instead of persisting. Thanks to you, I’ve finally learned my lesson. I hate you, Jake.” you pronounce, staring him right in the eyes. “I don’t want to see you ever again.”

“Y/N, wait-”Jake tries to say.

“No ! Leave and never talk to me again.”

Jake doesn’t add anything and leaves the room without looking back. Once the door is closed, you let your tears run freely down on your cheeks. You sit down, not having enough strength in your legs when the door opens once more, letting in Cora. She doesn’t wait before taking you in her arms. She affectionately strokes your back while you’re sobbing.

“I didn’t know what I was doing. You were right, Cora.”

“I wish I wasn’t.”

“I’m so stupid.”

“He’s the stupid one here, he doesn't know what he’s lost.”

Cora’s words should be comforting and yet, it makes you feel worse. Jake might not know what he’s lost but you sure do know what you’ve lost, time, love, energy and above all, trust. You know you’ll need time to heal from it.

And indeed, you need several months before you can spend a day without thinking about Jake. Now you can finally start to move on. This relationship, though short, has left a trace in your heart, just not like you wished. Since your split-up, you’ve decided to put yourself first instead of waiting for a man to show you his love. You need to understand what you want and what you deserve in a relationship and you can only do that alone. You need to know how to exist and to love without depending on the gaze of a significant other.

For the first time in your life, you are your own priority and you feel good as a single woman. You wouldn’t be against the idea of living your epic love story one day but you are satisfied with your current life. You’re self-sufficient and that is the most beautiful confession of love you could ever have.

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ohnomytummy · 7 months ago

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Well i'd Love to assist you in stuffing yourself sick. I'd Cook all your favorite food (maybe laced with a few laxs If your up for it)

Prepare your Seat with cushions and a variety of Drinks so your comfy.

Spoonfeed you and praise you with every little spoon you eat.

A Lot of Breaks to Help your tummy get used to all the food.

Massaging, Kissing and caressing you all over. I want you to feel like a King.

Once the stuffed burps start to turn to sickly burps we'll Switch to the liquid & lactose fun. Milkshakes, icecream, chocolate, hot cocoa. I'll be ushering you to sit between my legs, recline into me, let me make you feel good while you snack on that ice cream. Ohhh your tum is so firm now *sqeezes it lovingly*

If i can still sink my hands into it you must have a little more room i say while gently stroking your Side, marveling at the gurgling Sensation I feel there. You Look Up at me pitifully and?

*burps pitifully* “m-my belly….t-too full.” I moan and roll my face into your neck.

You whisper sweetly in my ear, “but I can feel so much room in there, my stuffed sweetheart. I bet you can finish another bowl of ice cream, hm? So tasty….will melt right into the little space left in there.” You shake my belly again, and I moan with discomfort.

“B-but….” Before I can finish my sentence, you shove a spoonful of sweet ice cream into my mouth. I groan and clutch my gut with both hands, but let you keep feeding me, listening to my and my bellies protests happily. “Oh god…..so good….but fuck it h-hurts so b-b-baaadddd.”

Spoonful after spoonful goes down my throat until a sudden loud and too wet belch stops your hand. Wide eyed, you watch my face go from hot and pink to flushed green. An equally loud and ugly gurgle rips through me, and one arm wraps around my belly while my other hand’s fingers clasp over my lips.

“Oh no….”

With my belly bare and bloated like a cow, I quickly scramble out of your lap and rush to the bathroom. You watch my belly bounce as I run across the apartment, moaning “I’m gonna be sick” while my oversized meal rushes from my stomach up my throat.

Unfortunately, my stomach has other plans besides the bathroom.

As I round the corner, you hear a loud moan and a sudden splash. You get up quickly to find me on my knees clutching my bowling ball of a belly in the hall, everything you stuffed in me now gushing onto the floor. You find a trash can and put it under me, pulling me into your lap again, helping me be sick while you kiss and comfort me. We’re a mere few feet from the toilet, but you know I can’t make any further. There we sit for nearly an hour while I gag and hurl my stuffing back up.

As I finish, exhausted and still feeling sick (I can’t stop gagging and burping nauseously), you whisper seductively in my ear, “what’s on the menu for tomorrow?”

#anon #this is such a HOT ask #treat me like a king!!!#stuff me like fat royalty!!!#watch me be sick on my throne #my belly bare for my whole court to see while I suffer #so hot #tummy fantasy #vomit mention

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thebellearchives · 1 year ago

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hello ^_^

can you write something for solomon saying this to mc? 13."When you laugh like that, it just - you're so beautiful, you know that?" for mc who is insecure about their teeth ♡

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒

~ solomon ; obey me

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : your insecurities may nag at the back of your head before going on your first date with your magic teacher, but turns out you won’t have to worry about it at all

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!mc, fluff

‧₊˚ a / n : the way i wish this would happen to me 🥲 thank you for requesting anon hope you like it ! 🥰

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You checked yourself in the mirror for the millionth time in the last fifteen minutes. The nerves were eating away your insides, and your hands would constantly flutter around your face to make sure you were perfect for the night. A sigh left your lips in an attempt to calmn down, staring at your own reflection in the mirror. You tried to smile to yourself, but immediately regretted it. You just looked… so weird. But you shook your head once again and picked up your things. It’s okay, it’s fine, as long as you smiled without showing your teeth you could make it through the night.

Making your way towards the House of Lamentation’s entrance, you happened to run into Lucifer.

“MC?” he seemed surprised when his eyes met you “where are you going?”

“I’m going out with Solomon, remember?”

He frowned in confusion, blinking a couple of times and inspecting your pretty and thought out outfit.

“For… sorcery class, I assumed.”

Suddenly the doorbell rang, you finally let out al the air you had been holding from the moment Lucifer had stopped in front of you.

“Give Beel my dinner! And don’t wait up for me, okay?” quickly you made your way past him, staring at the floor.

“Wait-”

“I also heard Belphie and Satan were having an Anti-Lucifer League meeting so you might wanna check that out?”

Lucifer sighed loudly, he closed his eyes and pressed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index.

“Fine, but don’t come home after-”

“Bye!”

You opened the door and hurried outside as quickly as you could. When you closed it right behind you, you were met with with the sight of your magic teacher standing in front of you, his lovely and shiny eyes raising up to meet yours.

“MC” he smiled.

Oh god. He was wearing a nice, black button up shirt, the cuffs were rolled up and the first button undone. Nice dress up trousers and fancy black shoes. His white hair was still a bit damp, and you could faintly perceive the smell of cologne and shampoo. The butterflies inside of you almost clogged up your throat and your blood rushed to tint your cheeks with a soft pink colour.

“Solomon” a soft smile appeared on your lips.

“You’re ready?”

“Yes, let’s go”

Solomon offered you his hand and you took it without hesitation. That was the start of the most wonderful date you had ever been in your life. The sorcerer had picked up the perfect restaurant with the perfect food, there wasn’t any awkward silences or stupid small talk, just smooth sailing conversations, flirty comments here and there that would make your heart flutter in your chest and charming smiles that would leave you melting on your seat. You found yourself getting lost in those silvery eyes of his, in that ring of copper arround his pupils, while he told you about that time Simeon had asked his phone to fold laundry when he heard you could ask anything to the virtual assistant. The story had made you laugh, and as he went on telling you about funny occurrences that happened daily in Purgatory Hall you couldn’t stop laughing.

“That’s ridiculous” you cleaned up the tears from you eyes with the back of your hand after you had calmed down “but still I can promise you it’s not half as chaotic as the days in the House of Lamentation”

“Yeah, I bet” resting his chin on his hand, his gaze rested lovingly on you, a cute smile on his lips.

“What’s up?” you chuckled, he didn’t seem to want to say anything else.

“When you smile, when you laugh like that, it’s just… you're so beautiful, you know that?”

Your eyes went wide. It was true, you had been laughing all night with no regard of your grin, and yet… did Solomon just say he liked your smile? Had he just called you beautiful?

A sweet feeling of comfort made it’s home in your chest, your face became flushed once again. If the one person you were head over heels for liked your smile, then did you really have anything to be afraid of for the rest of the night? He liked you just the way you were, insecurities and all.

“Thank you Sol, you’re really so sweet” a smile brightened your face.

#; fluffy belle #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x y/n #obey me x you #obey me solomon #solomon obey me #obey me swd #obey me nb #solomon x reader #solomon x mc #solomon x y/n #solomon x you #gn!mc #gn!reader

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vodika-vibes · 1 year ago

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Can i get a Cowboy Rex? Please? The story can be anything you want.

A Fresh Start

Summary: You're a new veterinarian in the area, and Rex, a local ranch owner, has become a regular client...and a friend.

Pairing: Cowboy!Rex x Reader

Word Count: 920

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope you like it! I don't write Rex very often, I'm not entirely sure why-

Moving from the city to the county was supposed to be hard. Everyone told you that you were going to struggle with how quiet it is in the country. Some of your more assholeish friends claimed that you would be back in six months.

But the truth is, you enjoy the quiet and the slower way of life.

The idea of moving back to the city, even at this point, sounds like a nightmare to you.

Besides, as a large animal veterinarian, you kind of need to live in the country for your livelihood.

“You have no idea how glad we were when we heard you were taking over the old clinic,” Rex, one of your regular clients, says from where he’s sitting on a hay bale, watching as you check over one of his mares.

“I can imagine,” You reply with an easy laugh, “Honestly, I can’t believe Doctor Whillis was still in business. He’s ancient.”

“I think it was sheer stubbornness,” Rex admits with a shrug, “But people weren’t going to him so much anymore.” He grins at the back of your head, “It’s why you’ve been so busy.”

“Well,” You say easily as you continue your examination, “if nothing else, all of the business is allowing me to drag the clinic into the modern era.”

“Oh, I’m sure the fossils who work with you have been thrilled about that.”

“There have been a few arguments. I informed them that I would be willing to pay for them to get the training they need on the new machines.” You pull away from the mare, and lovingly stroke her nose, “They’re all refused, and so I’m in the process of having to replace them.”

“Well, they were all retirement age anyway.” Rex says with a shrug, “So, how is she?”

“Totally healthy, if not a little overweight.” You reply easily, “You said that she’s acting oddly? Have you changed anything about her routine recently?”

“The only change is that we’ve cut down on her treats, because of the weight gain.”

You laugh softly, “She’s pouting. She wants treats, but you won’t give them to her, so she’s sulking.”

Rex huffs out a laugh and runs his hand over his short hair, “Of course that’s the case. She’ll get over it, right?”

“Eventually.” You agree as you smile at him, “Is this the only one giving you any trouble?”

“That’s it.” Rex hops off the hay bale, “Thanks for coming out so quickly.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad it wasn’t something more serious.”

He hesitates, “So…uh…would you like to come inside? Have some coffee? My brother made some cookies this morning-”

You smile at him warmly, “Let me put my stuff in my truck, and then I would love some coffee and snacks.”

“I…really?”

“Really.”

You carry your bag to your truck, and you toss it in the backseat, taking a moment to make sure the cooler with the vaccines is still cold, and then you head towards the house properly.

You push open the door, and kick off your boots so as to not track mud into Rex’s house, and you follow the sound of his moving around into the kitchen.

“Coffee will be done in a few minutes,” Rex says, as you pull out a chair and take a seat. He sets a plate of cookies at the center of the table and then sits across from you, “So, Doc, how are you adjusting to live in the country?” He asks with a lazy smile.

“Easier than I thought I would,” You admit as you lean back against the chair, “I appreciate the quiet.”

“I bet you do. The city’s always so loud all of the time. I don’t miss it at all.” He smiles ruefully at your surprised look, “I was a soldier, and lived in a lot of cities. It was a family career, a lot of my brothers are still soldiers.”

“How many brothers do you have?” You ask.

“Too many.” He laughs, “But I don’t mind, I love them. Most of the time.”

You grin, “That sounds familiar.”

“Oh? You have brothers?”

“Not so much, but I have several much older cousins who were close enough.” You explain, “I’m the baby, unfortunately.”

“And they let you move to the middle of nowhere? I’m impressed.”

“I kinda just did it without telling them until after I moved.” You admit, “There was much screaming and shouting about my reckless behavior.”

Rex laughs, “That sounds right. It’s good that they care about you so much.” He pauses, “They’d hate that you were alone in my house with me, wouldn’t they?”

You snag a cookie and break off a piece, “Oh, without a doubt.”

“Hm…” Rex takes his own cookie and absently spins it between his fingers, “Say, are you doing anything tonight?”

“Not unless there’s an emergency.”

“You wanna go out to dinner?”

You pause and blink at him, “Like…on a date?”

“Yeah. Exactly like a date.”

You stare at him for a moment, and then you smile at him, soft and slow, “I’d like that.”

Rex relaxes slightly, “Then I’ll pick you up at the clinic tonight.”

Your smile grows into a grin and you lean across the table, “I hope you know that asking me on a date will only make my family dislike you more.”

Rex leans across the table as well, there’s a glimmer of something in his gaze that you can’t quite place, “That sounds like a them problem, cyare.”

And you laugh.

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reigningqueenofwords · 8 months ago

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Confession

Pairing: Sam x Reader Word count: 540

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Final part of When Did We Get a Kid?

The day that Connor was supposed to go home was a rainy one. It had been sprinkling on and off all night, and there was supposed to be a thunderstorms that afternoon. You didn’t have to work, so you were in a baggy sweater, leggings, and a messy bun. Sam was playing with Connor in the living room while you packed his bag back up. Some of it didn’t fit because you and Sam had bought him a few things.

You had just finished zipping up the bag when there was a knock at the door. Hearing Sam talking, you knew that it was time for Connor to leave. You walked out of the bedroom with the bag. Smiling, you handed Connor’s father his bag. Sam stood next to you, a goofy smile on his face.

“Hey, buddy, did you have fun?”

Connor jumped into the man’s arms. “I did! Can I come back again sometime?” He asked innocently.

Sam went to talk, but you got to it first. “He’s welcome any time.” You smiled. Sam looked at you lovingly, not that you saw it. “He was no trouble at all, Mr…?” You hadn’t met him before, so you guessed that he was from one of Sam’s classes or something.

“Cas.” He smiled and shook your hand. “I’m surprised we haven’t met before. The way Sam talks about you all the time you’d thi–”

“Okay, I’m sure that your wife misses Connor.” Sam chuckled, making Cas laugh.

You gave him a small wave. “It was nice to meet you. Maybe some night Sam can have you and your wife over for dinner. You seem very nice.”

Cas smiled, his blue eyes seeming to have a glimmer in them. “I’d like that. Bye.”

“BYE BYE!” Connor yelled. You laughed.

Once the door shut, you turned to Sam, crossing your arms over your chest. “The way you talk about me all the time?” You teased.

He cleared his throat nervously. “Well, uh, I mean….we are room mates. It makes sense that you’d come up a lot.” His cheeks tinted pink.

You licked your lips and laced your fingers with his. “I talk about you, too. Come watch a movie with me.” You smiled.

“Alright.” You pulled him to the living room and let go of his hand. After putting in the Labyrinth, you curled up on the couch next to him. He put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. You smiled at the closeness. “I owe Dean fifty bucks.” He laughed.

“What? Why?” You laughed, moving to look at him.

Sam smirked. “He bet me that we’d confess our feelings for each other before we turned twenty-five.”

“He’s so weird.” You chuckled.

His thumb brushed your cheek. “He is, but we never actually said them. I think we should at least properly confess them.”

You blushed. “Oh, yeah, how’s that?” His hand moved to your jaw as he moved in for a kiss. Your lips met his and you closed your eyes. His lips were softer than you had imagined. Your hand moved to his hair, deepening the kiss. Pulling away, you grinned. “Tell Cas I said thanks.” Sam laughed, shaking his head before pulling you into another kiss.

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nightghoul381 · 1 year ago

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The spacious deck was submerged in the night—the grand piano stood out beautifully against the lights.

Kate: “It seems that no one is playing.”

William: “Lucky you, if there had been a queue you would have had to stand in line.”

Kate: “Fufu…Would you also wait in line, Will?”

William: “If I had to, this would have been my first time.”

Kate: “Damn… I feel like I’ve missed a precious opportunity…”

William: “Hahaha!”

Will smiled in amusement and sat down lightly on the piano bench.

He gracefully placed his toes on the pedals and gently touched his fingers to the piano keys.

Immediately, a beautiful melody flowed out, gently flooding the crowd.

Passenger lady: “Oh my…”

Passenger gentleman: “…This is…”

As the melody unfolded, I could feel the passengers becoming enchanted.

The all squinted their eyes in admiration as they listened to the sound.

(…such a beautiful tune.)

The piano played as if singing a momentary joyous song, bathed in a disorienting sea breeze.

As I watched Will’s fingertips lovingly touch the keyboard—I felt a bit envious.

(It’s selfish of me… to want that hand to touch me too.)

After playing one song, Will bowed to the spontaneous applause.

Will’s eyes narrowed questioningly as he came back to me.

William: “…What’s with that face?”

Kate: “What kind of face do I have…?”

William: “Like you’re jealous of the piano.”

Kate: “…That’s correct.”

William: “Haha, you’re honest.”

When I answered truthfully, my selfish lover laughed happily.

William: “For being a good, honest girl… I must give you a reward.”

He lifted my chin and pressed our lips together without hesitation.

A sigh could be heard from the crowd that had been mesmerized by Will’s earlier performance.

Envious voices, dreamy whispers.

(Kissing in such a conspicuous place…)

(Even though I shouldn’t be… I’m happy.)

Kate: “Nn…”

William: “I hope I made myself clear, that my partner is you, not the piano.”

Kate: “…Yes.”

I nodded, feeling entranced, and Will’s fingertips traced my lips.

William: “Apparently… I still haven’t told you enough.”

Kate: “Huh…?”

William: “We’ll continue, after the suspicion is cleared.”

(Continuing the kiss…)

I felt a tingle in my body as I imagined it, then I heard a whistle.

When I turned, the detective was leaning against the railing and looking at me.

(Mr. Reed… Oh, no, I’ve been spotted.)

Reed: “It was you. What’s that song called?”

William: “’Dedication’, It’s a song Schumann dedicated to his beloved bride.”

(…! “Dedication”…then)

--Flashback—

(Is this a…necklace? That’s unusual for a man…)

(Rita Thompson – “Dedication”?)

--End Flashback—

(There’s some meaning behind Will playing this song now.)

(It must be intended to solve the case.)

William: “By the way, any idea who the real killer is?”

Reed: “I’ve got an idea. I just can’t find the murder weapon, so I’m going to bet on a confession and ask him about it.”

William: “Hmm?”

Will looked at him with blood-colored eyes as if he could see through Reed’s heart.

William: “You don’t have a client, so why are you so obsessed with?”

William: “There’s no reward, you’re working for nothing as a detective.”

Mr. Reed sat up from the railing he was leaning on and stared straight back at Will.

Reed: “The reason I do it is for the peace of mind of all the passengers on this ship, and—”

Reed: “For myself, to feel the thrill.”

William: “…I see.”

(Ah…Will looks happy.)

I can tell he liked Reed’s attitude of being true to his heart.

The ambiguous tone of the conversation was imbued with a good mood.

William: “…Mm.”

Suddenly Will lifted his head and looked over the crowd.

William: “Ah, it looks like tonight’s star has arrived.”

William: “It’s almost time for this murder case to close.”

Ahead of Will’s gaze, a woman with tears in her eyes was staring at him.

(Is that…?)

Tall Man: “Rita! I didn’t know you were in a place like this. I told you not to leave the guest room!”

(Rita…?)

Miss Rita: “…I don’t want to… Let go of me!”

Reed: “Oops! There you are Miss Rita Thompson!”

Kate: “…! Rita Thompson is…”

William: “Shh…Let’s listen to the detective’s reasoning for a moment.”

Reed: “And isn’t that Viscount Spencer, whose wedding to Miss Rita aboard this ship was widely reported in the newspapers?”

(Miss Rita Thompson and her fiancé.)

(Well then, maybe--)

Reed: “Did you know the story about the man found dead in a third-class cabin who had a necklace with your name engraved on it?”

Miss Rita: “…Wha!!”

Reed: “It’s a pendant with your name on it… that’s quite a passionate gift, isn’t it?”

Spencer: “The man must have stolen it. That’s what a third-class passenger is likely to do. Wasn’t it a disaster, Rita?”

Miss Rita: “…uh…”

Spencer: “I’m emotionally unstable due to the shock of the murder. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

Mr. Spencer forcibly grabbed Miss Rita’s shoulder and started walking to leave the deck.

Reed: “Wait a minute. Can I talk to you a little more… Hey!”

--At that time, Will whispered next to me.

William: “What do you say we help out our enthusiastic detective friend a little?”

Kate: “…!”

Kate: “Of course, I agree!”

Will and I approach Mr. Spencer who is dragging Miss Rita away.

William: “It’s just a stranger who’s died, but you look like you’ve lost your only salvation, Miss.”

Will looked at Mr. Spencer and whispered without giving him a chance to make up an excuse.

William: “Reveal your motive and murder weapon and turn yourself in.”

Spencer: “What…!? What is this…!”

Mr. Spencer walks to Mr. Reed staggeringly as if being manipulated.

Spencer: “…I did it. With this knife.”

Reed: “…huh?”

Spencer: “I killed him. Rita…because that man tried to take away my fiancée…!”

Mr. Spencer held out a paring knife with trembling hands, and Mr. Reed took it and pulled it out of its case.

There was still blood on the blade.

Reed: “This man is the murderer! Apprehend him! Lock him up until the ship arrives at the next port!”

Hearing Mr. Reed’s voice, the crew rushed in and arrested Mr. Spencer.

Rita was protected by another sailor and led inside the ship to keep her away from the sight.

(It’s amazing… In Will’s hands, it’s instant.)

William: “Let me hear your deductions.”

Kate: “Miss Rita and the murdered man were in a love affair. The fiancé found out about it and forced him to break up with her.”

Kate: “They fought—then he killed him.”

Kate: “That necklace was a gift from Miss Rita to the man. The engraved ‘Dedication’…”

Kate: “Maybe it was a song they both remember…”

William: “…As expected of my partner, you’ve grown remarkably.”

Like a reward, Will put his lips to me again—

A light kiss to the forehead.

Kate: “With this, the suspicion is cleared, right?”

William: “Ah…right.”

(…Just before, Will had said something like that.)

--Flashback—

William: “Apparently… I still haven’t told you enough.”

Kate: “Huh…?”

William: “We’ll continue, after the suspicion is cleared.”

--End Flashback—

At the thought of continuing our kiss, my heart tingled with anticipation.

(You can absolutely see through the question…right?)

I glanced over at Will, who was, as expected, watching me with amusement as if he was enjoying watching me being boiled down to my desires.

(When the two of us are alone.)

(I’ll beg you.)

Sailor: “Thank you very much! We can now offer you a safe and comfortable boat trip!”

Reed: “No, I need to… Excuse me…!”

At that time, Mr. Reed, who had been surrounded by sailors showering him with words of gratitude, rushed over to us.

Reed: “Hey! What did you do to the Viscount earlier?”

William: “I convinced him that if he turned himself in now, his punishment would be lighter.”

Reed: “So, that proud-looking man just…confessed?”

William: “I guess his conscience got the better of him.”

(As usual, he’s completely unfazed and unaffected.)

My lover cut him off so calmly, it’s so funny, it almost made me laugh.

William: “…”

He gave me a reproachful glance, and I sealed my lips tightly.

Reed: “I didn’t really believe the rumors about you, but… now I think I might believe them.”

William: “Do as you please.”

Will tilted his head without showing any signs of being bothered.

Passenger woman: “You’re our hero! Mr. Reed, tell us your story!”

Passenger child: “Hey, how did you know he was the culprit?”

Reed: “That question, you should answer too, come with me.”

William: “Unfortunately, I’m busy spoiling my lover.”

Kate: “…!”

Will shrugged and gently hugged my waist.

William: “Life is a gift I don’t want to waste.”

William: “I’ll be counting on you when another murder happens, Walter.”

As soon as I turned around with Will, a crowd surrounded Mr. Reed behind us.

Kate: “…is it ‘wrong’ to be a hero for justice?”

William: “It’s a relative matter, Kate. If it’s time wih you or hero interviews, there’s no need to compare them on a scale.”

Kate: “Fufu… I agree.”

William: “Well…Kate…”

Kate: “What is it, Will?”

His blood-colored eyes were filled with a bewitching heat as he stared at me,

As if pondering where to feed his sweetly simmering desires.

William: “The suspicion has been cleared, are you ready to be pampered?”

Kate: “…Of course, always.”

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

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