#and takes like 2 hour lunches and comes in late and leaves early

[chilope]

im trying to decide how long i need to wait for my shitty coworker to do the one (1) thing i asked him to before i go absolutely sicko mode

[h4ndwr1tten]

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?

characters — nanami kento x reader

note — i'm so sorry this came out so late. if you didn't see my other posts, i mentioned that i basically rewrote this bc the original was so bad, and then i went on vacation. it's still kinda bad i'm sorry. dividers by benkeibear.

cw — not proofread (is anything i write even proofread?), established relationship, kinda ooc nanami, pregnancy, few mentions of sex, mentions of birth control, mentions of pregnancy symptoms, a lot of crying, sappy shit, angst, hurt/comfort. lmk if i missed any!

synopsis — after a hellish week caused by a misunderstanding and sickening fear, you decide you'd had enough of not speaking to your boyfriend and reveal your secret.

part 1 | part 2

for the past week, you've noticed that nanami had been taking on longer shifts than normal. in fact, it wasn't normal, because if there was one thing he absolutely hated in this world, it was working overtime. he'd leave for the school early, sometimes before you'd wake up, and come home past dinner or when you were already in bed. what was even more surprising (and hurtful) to you was that he was taking more time out of his day to put up with gojo satoru and his antics, rather than be around you.

you knew he was avoiding you. it was quite obvious, and nanami made no effort to hide it either. during the now short amounts of time he was home, he barely spoke and looked at you. this must have been what it felt like to him on that night, you realized.

you also knew that nanami would come around and talk to you. or, at least, you hoped he would. you knew him like no other—your boyfriend was a rational man who always thought things carefully and through. you convinced yourself that he was still upset and in need of space to think about that night, and maybe even what you were up to during that. maybe he was thinking of the possibility of you seeing someone else, having feelings for someone who wasn't him. by letting him ignoring you, you believed you were giving him the time and space he needed.

throughout the week, your pregnancy symptoms had become more prominent. you also found out that your birth control expired, which explained why you had gotten pregnant. you felt stupid for not checking the date. you began experiencing morning sickness, strange cravings, fatigue, even mood swings. but nanami wasn't there to see it happen. he'd already be at the school when you would be hunched over the toilet. he'd be on his lunch break while you'd be eating ice cream topped with pickles. you would be asleep half the time he was gone, which would help prevent the overthinking you faced while you were awake. you would be elated to hear him come home, but then tear up right after when you realized it would be another night without hearing his voice, without feeling his arms around you.

everyday you thought of revealing to him that you were pregnant with his child. and everyday, you thought of how he might be enraged and leave you for good. but despite the stomach churning fear you had, you were desperate to hear him speak to you. desperate to be held and kissed by him, to be looked at as if you were the most ethereal being in the world. you were desperate to hear nanami tell you he loves you, and always will.

after long thought and contemplation, debating with yourself about whether to confess or not, you came to a conclusion. you had had enough of this distance between you and the man you loved. tonight, when he came home, you were going to tell him the truth.

you were exhausted. you felt like if you blinked once, your eyes wouldn't open for another 9 hours. but you had to stay up. you were waiting on nanami to walk through the door.

and luckily for you, he did. you heard the faint click of the lock followed by soft footsteps padding into the kitchen, where you were waiting with a plate of food for him.

nanami took one brief glance at you before looking back down, not bothering to greet you. you inhaled deeply, weakly fighting back tears.

"hi, ken," you started nervously. he didn't reply, but he began to occupy himself with the mail you left out on the counter, telling you that he was listening.

"i made you food," you continued, "but it might be a little cold. i made it earlier but you didn't—"

"i already ate, thank you," nanami cut you off, not meeting your eyes.

"oh."

your heart began to beat erratically, and tears began to flood your eyes. you kept thinking to yourself that he's upset, and for all he knows you might be cheating on him. you reminded yourself why you were doing this, and that you had to push through if you wanted this misunderstanding to end.

"how was your day?" you asked shakily, opening your eyes despite the tears that were still there.

your heart sunk lower when you saw that he was making his way to the bedroom, and you swore it cracked when you hear the barely there "good" and a door shutting.

with your elbows propped on the counter and keeping your trembling frame up, you buried your face in your hands. this went much smoother in your head. you imagined nanami to have accepted the dinner you made him, take a bite of it at the least, and let you talk to him. but he was refusing to let down this cold front he kept up around you. you were beginning to have second thoughts about telling him.

but you couldn't keep hiding it, you knew that. so, wiping away any stray tears and taking a few deep breaths in, you made your way to the bedroom.

you found nanami on the bed, already dressed in his pajamas and hair free of any product. his glasses were set neatly on the nightstand and his phone was in his hand. nanami wasn't the kind of person to be addicted to his phone, and even though you've been going through it for a while now, him not paying you any mind and more attention to his phone was painful.

"ken," you muttered, trying to keep your voice steady.

without craning his neck, nanami looked up at you with his eyebrow raised. he seemed tired, exasperated, and looked as though he didn't want to talk but just wanted to get it over with.

"can we talk? please?" your voice was thick with emotion, the please coming out softer and cracking.

nanami sighed before tossing his phone onto the bed. he finally, for the first time in days, looked at you and held your gaze expectantly.

"go on."

letting out a breath you didn't know you held in, you began slowly, "i am so... so, so sorry, kento. i know i hurt you and i made you believe that i would see someone else. and i'm not, i promise you. i could never love anyone else the way i love you."

nanami's eyes softened, and you could practically feel the worries of you cheating dissipate from him.

"so what was with you night?" nanami asked, the most he's ever said to you so far.

you almost choked on a sob when you realized what you had to do next.

"o-okay, uh... while you were at work, i found something out," you basically whispered. there was no need for extra details. you were getting straight to the point.

slowly, you turned to the dresser behind you and reached for your purse. your hands shook violently as you dug inside for the piece of plastic that made your life a living hell this past week. as you clutched it tightly in your hand, knuckles whitening, you closed your eyes and tilted your head up. you couldn't control the tears any longer, and the sobs were growing harder to keep down.

"love?"

the name caused a whimper to escape you. you inhaled shakily, trying to reduce your crying before turning around with the test results hidden behind your palm. as you walked towards nanami, you felt as though this was the last time you would ever see him, speak to him, and be around him.

with a quivering hand, you hand him the test.

"i'm so, so sorry," you whisper.

nanami flipped the test over, his eyes scanning every inch of the device. it took him a few seconds to realize what it was, and by the way his eyes widened and expression contorted into one of shock, you knew he had seen the results.

and when he didn't say anything, you swore your heart had actually broken.

"i'm sorry," you repeated through a heavy sob, no longer able to keep in your cries.

you turned around, back faced to nanami as you continued to cry into your hands. the lack of response was a response in itself, you believed. you knew it was over. you knew you were going to have to pack all your things, find somewhere else to stay, and raise this child alone.

that is, until you felt a gentle hand on your waist and a quiet voice behind you say, "y/n, look at me. please."

so you did, hesitantly. you turned back around and peeled your hands away from your tear stained face, but avoided eye contact, or even looking at his face. keeping your head down, you were afraid of what you would see, or of what you would read.

then both hands came to your cheeks, cupping them carefully and tilting your head up. your eyes met his, and instead of finding the anger you were expecting, you found comfort and understanding.

"is it mine?" he asked first, likely to confirm that you hadn't been with anyone else.

"yes," you replied without hesitating. "kento, it's only ever buh—been you."

he nodded, believing you completely. he began wiping away your tears with the pads of his thumbs, even though more would fall every time he wiped at them.

"y/n, why didn't you tell me sooner?" nanami whispered. he wasn't angry with you, however. just a bit hurt and curious.

"because, kento!" your voice coming out steadier than expected. "you have your whole life planned out. you have goals and dreams and you know what you want in life. i couldn't, i can't ruin that for you."

"and i was scared, ken. i was scared that you'd get mad and leave me and that you wouldn't want anything to do with our kid. and—and maybe i'm selfish for not telling you, maybe i'm selfish for hiding something so important, so life changing, and maybe that makes me a bad girlfriend. but i couldn't let you go like that. i love you too much to do that."

nanami now had watery eyes at your confession. despite still feeling a bit upset at the fact that you had kept this from him, he fully understood and didn't hold it against you. and despite already knowing, he even felt elated to hear that you loved him so dearly.

"y/n," he sighed, "i would never, ever get mad at you for this."

you froze, sniffling and looking up at him. the curiosity in your eyes urging him to go on.

"you becoming pregnant wasn't—isn't on you. this was mostly caused by me," nanami said, hoping it would ease and erase the feeling of everything being your fault.

"but i was stupid and didn't realize my birth control was expired," you replied.

"even if, y/n. we both did this, we both had sex, we are both in this together. this is our child."

"i know that, ken," you sighed, hiccuping shortly after.

"then you do know that since this is a result of both our actions, i will be there for you, for us? there is no way in hell i would leave you for getting pregnant, i'm the one who got you pregnant in the first place. yes, this is life changing. yes, i have goals, i have plans for the future—for our future. because every time i think about it, you are there. it doesn't matter if our timing isn't right, it doesn't matter if we aren't married yet. i am extremely confident that one day, i'll put a ring on your finger and we will spend eternities together, with this child. do you understand, y/n, love?"

his ramble was so sweet and so genuine, just as all his other rambles were. no matter the situation, whether you'd be feeling insecure or you both got into an argument, nanami never failed to reassure you and make you feel better. they were waves of relief and comfort, like sudden shelter from pouring rain. like being bundled up in blankets and full of warmth after shivering for so long. like a breath of fresh, cool air after a steamy shower.

like nanami telling you that everything was alright, and no matter how tough the situation felt, he would stand by you.

"yes," you breathed, "i understand."

"good," nanami whispered back.

still holding your face in his hands, he pulled you towards him and planted a lingering kiss on your forehead, and then a peck before removing one hand from your face and down to your hip. nanami squeezed you gently and walked you both to the bed, sitting on the edge and pulling you into his lap. he slid his arm around your middle, then moved the hand still on your face to the back of your head and gently guided you to the crook of his neck. you wrapped your own arms over his shoulders and squeezed him tight, the way he was doing you. you continued to pour out whatever remaining feelings of sadness and relief, quietly sniffling and whimpering into his neck, all the while nanami would softly rub up and down your back, occasionally patting, combing his fingers through your hair and scalp, and whispering sweet nothings and reassuring affirmations into your ear. leaving sweet kisses around your face, into your hair, on your shoulder.

when your cries died down and all that was left were hiccups, you quietly muttered, "i'm sorry for doubting you and thinking you'd leave."

"shh, don't apologize," nanami assured you. "i understand. i'm sorry i thought you were seeing someone else, and i am truly sorry for giving you the cold shoulder and not talking things out with you like an adult. i was hurt and afraid to face the truth, but i realize i was wrong. do you forgive me?"

pulling away from his neck, you looked into his sincere amber eyes, cupping his cheeks. nodding, you answered, "of course."

a small smile graced his lips, followed by a gentle kiss on yours. pulling away, you tilted your head down and rested your forehead on his. both of your eyes shut, your arms squeezing each other in silent reassurance.

"i love you, y/n, and our baby, and this future we're creating together."

m. list

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 50

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words : 6k

Masterlist

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Friday, February 12 - At Jenni’s place.

I bite my lip to stifle my smile. The image Lucy presents is funny, but I don't want to make her scowl worse. It’s the first time I’ve seen her so impatient, tapping her best friend’s car hood.

“They’re obviously late,” she grumbles.

“They’ve only been gone ten minutes. They’ll be here soon.”

“It’s not funny,” she growls. “Stop smiling like that.”

My smile fades instantly; I don’t want to annoy her any further. Our vacation isn’t starting as I had imagined. Lucy’s been grumpy since I met up with her. She had a terrible morning, having to supervise a first-year student who was punished and left out in the rain. I hope she’s tougher than me and doesn’t fall sick. She was so chilled at noon that she had to stay under the shower for over fifteen minutes to warm up. We planned to leave right after our classes to have lunch in town with Alexia and Ingrid, but we ended up grabbing a sandwich to eat at the airport because we were short on time. It was a good decision, because even though Mapi’s plane was delayed, she managed to get out before we finished eating. Miraculously, we arrived on time for the meeting we had planned with Lucy’s friends. If we hadn’t, I can’t even imagine how Lucy would have been, seeing her already so wound up now. We were supposed to leave at 2:30 PM, but Jenni supposedly lost her phone in the apartment. Seeing Lucy’s worsening state, Alexia decided to go up and help Jenni search for it. I suggested to Lucy that we step outside to get some air to calm down, but it was a bad idea once our friends waiting in the other cars started teasing us by honking.

“I’m going to kill them.”

“Hey!” I exclaimed. “Calm down.”

I was about to put my hand on her back but held back when I saw her dark eyes. The others are openly mocking us. We decided to take three cars to avoid being crammed together with our luggage. Mapi is sharing a car with Ingrid and Aitana, who’s driving. As for the second car, there’s Mary, Caroline, and Beth. As for us, we’re riding with Jenni and Alexia. Lucy draws my attention with a sigh.

“I need a hug,” she mutters.

I smile as I open my arms to her. She leans into me, resting her head on my shoulder. This time, I gently rub her back.

“Come on, relax. We’re on vacation. We’ve been looking forward to this for so long.”

The week was tough. We were distant from each other most of the time. I didn’t understand the feeling of missing her, but according to Lucy, it’s just because it’s still the early stages of our relationship. We need to find a balance, and she’s probably right. It only made me more eager to finally be on vacation.

“Hmm... You’re right. I’m sorry for being so unpleasant.”

“You’re allowed to have a bad day.”

She nods before giving me a chaste kiss. The moment doesn’t last long as she returns to nuzzle into my neck. We stay like that until our friends return. Jenni is driving, so Lucy gave up the front passenger seat to Alexia and sat in the back with me. She’s the first to get into the car when they return.

“Did you find it?” I ask Ale.

“Yeah, it’s all good. How’s Lucy doing?”

“Not great, but she’ll be fine,” I reassure her.

“I hope so.”

I nod with a small smile to reassure her. I’m not worried about it. The ride will probably calm her down. I join Lucy in the back. The first thing I notice is that she’s moved my backpack that I had placed in the middle and also took off her jacket. Seeing this, I follow suit, figuring she’s right to make herself comfortable given the long drive ahead.

“How many hours do we have left?” I ask, thinking about it.

“A little less than 6 hours, I think.” Lucy says

“Could be worse,” Jenni replies as she settles in.

She also takes off her jacket. Something tells me they’ve traveled together a lot before, and I’m not sure how to feel about that. The GPS she activates pulls me out of my thoughts as it starts speaking. We’ll be the ones leading the way thanks to it. I realize I didn’t bring my headphone, but I quickly forget this detail when I hear the music playing. Jenni left the radio on with current hits. It’ll fill the silence since Lucy doesn’t seem to want to talk.

“Can I lie down?”

I’m surprised to hear her speak. She’s pointing at my lap, and I quickly understand her intention. I’m not sure how she plans to do it, but I nod in affirmation.

“Of course,” I confirm. “Come here.”

She unbuckles the shoulder strap of her seatbelt, leaving only the lower part fastened, then takes off her shoes and leans heavily against me. We shift to find our positions, and once we do, I hold her close, intertwining our hands. My free hand gently rubs her stomach in slow circles, which seems to soothe her judging by the long sigh she lets out. This week was pretty disastrous. If we didn’t share a room, we would have barely seen each other since she was so busy. The fact that she doesn’t want any affection during the day doesn’t help either. Plus, I had to meet with Wiegman. She wanted to make sure my night troubles were improving, and she confirmed that I’d be returning to my room after the holidays. I need to make the most of Lucy during this vacation. Looking up, I catch Ale’s reflection in the sun visor. She smiles at us, making me blush. This is the first time she’ll see us interact so closely, especially as a couple. I turn away and grab my scarf to use as a pillow against the window. Lucy, already dozing off in my arms, grumbles at my fidgeting. I apologize and stop moving. My head trembles slightly against the window, but not enough to be bothersome. I finally exhale softly, closing my eyes with a small smile on my lips as the car finally starts moving.

Friday, February 12 - Hotel.

I jump slightly when a hand touches my cheek. I look around, almost bumping into Lucy, who had finally slumped over me. The car is empty except for the two of us. She gives me a reassuring smile.

“We’re here.”

“Already?”

“Yeah,” she giggles. “It’s not a myth. You really sleep like a log. I didn’t dare wake you.”

I blush at her remark. I realize I had fallen asleep again for the entire trip. I imagine she didn’t.

“I don’t want to get up,” she tells me. “You’re really comfortable.”

“It’s not surprising with all this fat,” I joke.

Lucy gently smacks my thigh with a stern look, making me yelp in surprise.

“Don’t ever say that. It’s not true.”

She grimaces as she sits up. The position must have given her cramps. She swears as she stretches and unbuckles her seatbelt. I do the same, putting on my jacket and scarf.

“Bundle up well. It’s cold outside.”

I nod, agreeing with her. From what I can see, there’s a thick layer of snow outside. As soon as the door opens, a frigid gust invades the car. To think that in Manchester, everything was starting to melt. Here we are back in the snow. I smile at Mapi, who comes to greet me as soon as I step out.

“Did you sleep through the whole trip again, sleepyhead?” she teases.

“No using that nickname, it’s mine,” grumbles Lucy as she steps out of the car too.

I stifle a laugh when I see Mapi roll her eyes nonchalantly. From the latest updates I’ve gotten, the two have been getting along better thanks to Mapi’s support for my girlfriend. This only makes me happy. I was really worried about the opposite. Luckily, Mapi doesn’t push her on the subject. I would have sided with Lucy. She doesn’t give me many nicknames, so I plan to let her have exclusivity if that’s what she wants. For the past few weeks, she’s been calling me "princess" or even "baby" or "sleepyhead." These nicknames make my heart flutter. They really make me feel like we're together. It's not easy to realize that since we maintain a teacher/student relationship at school.

"Can you help me, baby?" Lucy calls as she takes out our suitcases.

"Yep," I reply, confirming. "See you later," I say to Mapi before leaving.

I help her with the last of our things before joining our friends, who are chatting at the entrance, waiting for us. We all go inside the lobby together to escape the cold, and I must say, we make quite a group, especially with the other girls. The place looked large from the outside, and now that I'm seeing the reception area, I find it stunning. It's a mix of modern decor and a chalet style, thanks to the wooden accents. I stay aside with Alexia and Mapi while Lucy goes up to the reception with a few friends. We have five rooms in total—one for each couple, and the last two will be shared by the four single girls.

"I think the receptionist has a little crush on you," Mapi teases.

I stop my observations, realizing she's talking to me.

"Huh? No way."

"No, I think she's right. He keeps glancing at you," Ale giggles.

I roll my eyes at their teasing. He’s going to be disappointed when he sees me in Lucy's arms later. I don't really plan on hiding my relationship with her during this trip. All our friends know about us, so there's no reason to. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I feel compelled to take a quick glance at him to see what he looks like. He was indeed looking at me, but when our eyes met, he quickly looked away. He seems to be around our age, if not closer to Lucy's age. I turn back to the girls, who are talking about how great this week is going to be. They say it’s going to be awesome, and I quickly agree before Mapi nudges me.

"What?" I groan.

"You're the one she's calling 'sweetheart.'"

"What are you talking about?"

I frown, following her nod toward Lucy. She’s waiting for me a little farther away, shaking our room key.

"Oh," I say, blushing. "See you later, then."

"Yeah, sure," my best friend mocks.

I grab my suitcase and roll it over to Lucy. She tilts her head and holds out her hand when I reach her. I take it without thinking.

"Did you call me 'sweetheart'?" I ask, feeling shy.

"Hmm," she smiles. "Do I not have the right?"

"Yes, yes," I say, blushing again. "It’s just new."

"True," she laughs. "I can stop giving you nicknames if you prefer."

"Oh no, no. I like it. It was just... unexpected."

"Alright," she laughs. "I'll make sure to continue if you like it. Come on, let’s go up."

"And the others?"

"We're meeting at the restaurant at 6:30."

"Oh, okay."

I glance back at the others for a moment before following Lucy to the elevators. She calls one with a button.

"Do you know if our rooms are next to each other?"

"I don’t think so, but they’re on the same floor."

"And where are we?"

"Room 322, on the third floor."

"Cool."

We step into the elevator, letting go of each other's hands as we turn around. I catch a glimpse of the lobby, where I notice the young receptionist watching us with a new look of embarrassment when I catch him.

"The girls think the receptionist has a crush on me," I share with amusement.

"Oh really?" she smiles. "Too bad for him that you're already taken."

I smile as she pulls me close and kisses me just as the doors close. Oh yes, I’m already taken by the most wonderful person. The doors open to our floor. We easily find our room, which Lucy unlocks. She had shown me photos on the computer, but the reality is much better. It's beautiful. Like the lobby, the room has a chalet style. Everything is made of oak wood, with anthracite gray walls that contrast with the light wood beams. It’s not very big, which makes the space feel cozy. I’m thrilled to share it with Lucy for a whole week. A huge bed, which looks super comfortable, takes up the middle of the room. Opposite it, there’s a TV mounted on the wall that I can’t resist touching.

"Don’t touch everything," Lucy scolds.

"But look, it moves."

I tilt it from right to left to show my discovery, making Lucy laugh.

"I know, baby," she says, taking off her jacket and placing it on top of her suitcase.

Ignoring her, I continue exploring the room. We have a sitting area with a sofa and an armchair, and there’s even a small terrace. When I turn around, I quickly join Lucy, who is in the bathroom. It’s slightly bigger than the one Lucy has at Camp Wiegman. There are double sinks, a shower, and even a large bathtub. I can already see myself relaxing in there. Lucy’s arms wrap around me from behind. I smile as she unzips my jacket. I lean into her to make it easier.

"A whole week just for us," she murmurs.

"Yeah."

I’m living in pure bliss. I step away slightly so she can slide my jacket off my shoulders. I take off my scarf myself and take my jacket to place it with my suitcase, which I had left by the door.

"Shall we unpack?"

"If you want, but there’s only one wardrobe."

"Is that a problem?"

I bite my lip, shaking my head. Oh no, not a problem at all. It’s more like a dream come true.

"No... We can share it."

"Good," she smiles. "It’s strange, isn’t it?"

"Yeah, totally," I giggle.

It’s unconventional, just like our relationship. We’re going to experience a lot of firsts here. The first thing is unpacking our things in this wardrobe. When we’re done, we still have a little time before heading down. So I flop onto our bed, spreading out like a starfish.

"Your shoes, sweetheart."

A smile spreads across my face, now that I’ve heard it. The situation doesn’t seem to amuse Lucy as much, judging by the look she’s giving me. I feel like a little kid sometimes.

"What’s making you smile like that?"

"The nickname. My God, the effect it has on me."

She raises an eyebrow with a small amused smile as I laugh.

"That doesn’t change the fact that you need to take off your shoes."

"Say it again, and I’ll take them off."

"That’s called blackmail."

"It’s not much. It’s either that, or you take off my shoes yourself."

"Fine, but it’ll cost you."

I hold out my foot with a silly grin. She takes off one shoe, then the other, letting them drop to the floor. Hers quickly join mine before she unexpectedly lies on top of me. I groan because she wasn’t delicate at all. Luckily, my bruises don’t hurt as much anymore, or I might have screamed in pain. She giggles as she kisses my nose.

"Sorry for being grumpy earlier."

"Don’t apologize. You have the right to be. You didn’t have the best morning," I say as I gently stroke her hair.

"You’re right, but still," she mumbles before sighing contentedly against my neck. "You didn’t need to put up with it."

She kisses my jaw softly before moving down to my neck. If she plans to apologize like this every time, I’m going to tell her she can be grumpy more often. In just a few weeks, she’s already discovered that this is one of my weak spots, at least from what she’s explored. She’s gotten into the habit of inflicting this sweet torture on me whenever she gets the chance in her room. I let out a surprised gasp when I feel her teeth nibbling at my skin before she sucks it between her lips.

"What are you doing?" I panic.

"Something I’ve never done but always wanted to try..."

"You’re not serious!"

I laugh as she continues. I don’t even try to push her away. Her hair tickles the tip of my nose. I let her finish as she soothes the small bite with her tongue. She kisses it before propping herself up on her elbows to admire her work with a proud smile.

"So, are you happy now?" I chuckle.

"Not bad for a first time," she laughs. "At least the receptionist will know you’re taken."

"I think he already figured that out, you know. Is this really the first time you’ve done that?"

"Yeah," she smiles.

"And you should know this is the first time I’ve ever gotten a hickey too."

"Really?" she raises an eyebrow. "I thought Mapi would’ve done that already."

"She did... But not in visible places, you see..."

"I’d rather not know. »

I bite my lip, understanding perfectly. Maybe this isn't the best topic for us to talk about together. She captures my lips one last time before standing up.

"What are you doing?" 

"I'm going to get ready. We need to head down soon," she informs me as she heads into the bathroom.

"Oh..." I sigh. "Maybe we should've taken a vacation just for the two of us after all."

I hear her laugh from the other room, which makes me smile.

"You say that, but you'll be the first one who doesn't want to leave at the end of this week."

"You're probably right."

"I am right," she asserts. "You love spending time with your friends just as much as with me."

"It's frustrating how well you know me."

I hear her laugh again. I decide to join her, leaning against the door frame. She's just closing her makeup bag. She’s put on some lipstick and probably a touch of mascara. I blush, thinking she looks stunning.

"What are you thinking about?" she asks with a teasing smile.

"Nothing... Just that you're very beautiful."

"Thank you. You're not too bad yourself," she compliments me, smiling even more.

I clear my throat as I straighten up. I'm not used to openly expressing what I think, and even less so to accepting compliments. Lucy seems to understand this because she changes the subject.

"Should I leave you the bathroom?"

"Please."

We switch places, and she takes the opportunity to plant a kiss on my lips. She stays by the doorframe while I touch up my makeup. Suddenly, she seems deep in thought.

"What's on your mind?" I ask.

She takes a soft breath and shrugs.

"I feel a bit guilty. I compared you a lot to Kiera at the beginning."

I stop what I’m doing. It's the first time she's mentioned Kiera since the night we got together. I never pushed her because she never did it with me, but I wanted her to bring it up at least once. It’s important that we talk about it. I just didn't expect her to do it now.

"Why feel guilty? I don’t blame you. We’re somewhat alike. We were both junkies," I joke.

She shakes her head and sighs. It seems my joke didn't have the intended effect. I move closer to her and place my hand on her cheek. She lifts her head with a sad expression on her face. I begin to wonder just how much she thought we were alike. Seeing her like this tugs at my heart. The emotions she's experiencing are pure sadness. I don’t know how to react. Normally, she’s the one who reassures me.

"Exactly. I was scared when you’d go home. Kiera never wanted to stop, even after she tried to quit. She kept going back, again and again, and I was so terrified it would be the same with you."

I have tears in my eyes as she begins to cry in front of me. I've never seen her like this. She usually controls her emotions so well. Her broken voice shows me just how deeply all of this affected her. Panicking, I desperately kiss her. My gesture seems to be well received by the way she returns the kiss. I end up pressed against the furniture, and our exchange is rough. I wrap my arms around her neck to pull her closer.

"I'm so sorry," she says between sobs.

"Hey, shh," I say, wiping her tears with my thumbs. "It’s okay, alright? Please stop, or I'll start crying with you."

She chuckles, resting her forehead against mine. I realize she just needed to let it all out.

"I'm not Kiera. It’s not your fault that she didn’t want to be saved. I promise you, drugs and I are definitely over. You’re the only thing I could ever want—"

I stop, realizing what I’ve just said. Did I really just say that? Lucy laughs, making me aware of the weight of my words.

"I-I... That’s not what I meant," I stammer, blushing.

"Yes, it is what you meant," she teases.

"It’s embarrassing," I say, looking everywhere but at her, which makes her laugh.

"Baby, I’d be worried if you didn’t want me or if you were thinking about someone else... That’s not the case, right?"

"No," I chuckle. "You’re the only one."

"Hmm..." she says with a playful tone. "You’d better be."

I gasp when she tugs on my earlobe. Unintentionally, I rise onto my tiptoes. She takes advantage of it to press me harder against the furniture. She moves down to my neck, continuing her sweet torture. Damn, she’s good at this. I realize our situation when a moan escapes me.

"I— Luce... Please."

My desperate plea makes her stop immediately.

"Are you okay?"

"I... Yeah... I-I just need to finish up so we don’t end up late."

She smiles, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Sorry, I got carried away."

"Oh no, don’t worry."

"No, I’m sorry. I promised to take it slow, and I intend to keep that promise."

I sigh, nodding. She noticed my struggle, and I feel a bit guilty.

"If it’s something you want—"

"No," she shakes her head. "We don’t need to rush things. You went through a tough time, so we’ll take it slow. Anyway, we’ve only been together for two weeks. We need to get to know each other."

"You’re right."

"As always," she smiles.

She kisses me before pulling away suddenly, leaving a void I never thought I’d feel.

"Hurry up and finish. The quicker we’re downstairs, the sooner we can get back to our bed."

I smile, watching her leave. I guess that means our conversation is over. I quickly finish getting ready before joining her in the bedroom to put my shoes back on.

"Can I borrow a sweater? I’m starting to get cold."

"You didn’t bring one?"

"I’d like one of yours if you don’t mind," I say, biting my lip.

"Of course not. Help yourself," she says, nodding toward the wardrobe.

I quickly find a plain black wool cardigan that matches my sweater. Once I’m ready, we finally leave our room hand in hand. Lucy keeps the keys, and I fully intend to let her take care of that for the entire trip. I’d probably lose them. We arrive in the lobby. Lucy guides me toward the hotel restaurant with her hand on my waist. It’s the first time we can act as a couple in a week, and I plan to savor these moments.

"Have you been here before?" I ask her curiously.

"We came here last year. We liked it so much that we decided to come back."

"Did you bring someone...?"

"I was in a relationship, but no."

I don’t hide my pleasure. I’m the first person she’s brought here. I feel special. A waiter greets us upon our arrival. Lucy asks for the table that Jenni reserved for us. Once he finds it, he leads us there. Only Jenni and Alexia are already seated.

"I thought you’d be the first ones here," Jenni says. "You’re slipping, Luce," she teases.

"I have a girlfriend who’s not very punctual," she laughs.

"Hey! It wasn’t my fault this time! Besides, we’re on time, and it’s been a long time since I was last late."

"Thanks to whom?" she brags.

"I’m not going to respond to that provocation."

She chuckles as I slide onto the bench next to Alexia. Lucy takes the last available spot on the bench.

"Did you two get settled in well?" Jenni asks.

"It seems they did..." Ale hints with a smug smile.

I don't immediately understand where she's going with this until I see her staring at my neck. I blush and pull up the collar of my cardigan to hide Lucy's hickey. I regret not thinking to bring a scarf. Her smile widens, but she doesn’t say anything that might make us uncomfortable. We start chatting while waiting for the others. Lucy has decided to stick close to me tonight. Her hand rests on my thigh. I take advantage of this position by leaning into her as she talks mostly to Jenni. It’s clear they share a deep bond by the way they interact. Her friends gradually join us, bringing with them a lively atmosphere. Of course, the last ones to arrive are Mapi and Ingrid, who sit across from us.

“Now you know why I’m always late,” I say to Lucy. “Mapi’s the one who made me like this.”

“Why am I not surprised?”

“Hey, Lucy, instead of criticizing me, can we talk about how you went wild on my best friend? You're lucky she let you. I didn’t get that kind of treatment.”

I kick Mapi under the table, and she doesn’t hide her pain. I can’t believe she’s talking so openly about our relationship in front of our two girlfriends.

“Did you two date?” Aitana asks.

“Yeah, we were together, and I’m kind of annoyed to know that some people get more privileges than others!”

This time, she gets a smack on the back of the head from Ingrid.

“You're playing with fire, Girl. You’d better drop this conversation if you don’t want to sleep on the floor tonight.”

I bite my lip to suppress a smile when I see Mapi’s dismayed expression. This relationship must be quite different for her compared to her previous ones. Contrary to what I might have thought, Ingrid isn’t someone who can be easily pushed around. It’s surprising because I’ve always known Mapi as the dominant one in her relationships. That was the case with me, as she initiated everything, and I got the impression it was the same with Ana.

“Sorry, honey.”

“Hmm... Sure.”

“Hey, relax, guys,” Ale interjects. “Aren’t we here to have a good time?”

The girls across from us remain slightly tense until a waiter arrives to take our order. It’s the receptionist from this morning. He smiles at me timidly, but I don’t pay much attention.

“What are the specials again?” Ingrid asks.

“Uh, well…”

He flips through his little notebook. I deduce he’s a trainee from the way he’s handling things. He lists all the specials he’s noted down. Some of them sound pretty good.

“The first one was white wine, right?” Mapi asks.

“Yes, that’s correct,” he replies. “It’s slightly sweet, if that’s what you like.”

“Oh! That’s for us, Ona!” she exclaims, looking at me.

“Umm... Yeah.”

“That’ll be two glasses of white wine for the two of us,” Ingrid starts, pointing to Mapi and herself.

Everyone else makes their choices. The girls all opt for beers. Alexia orders the same as the girls, and then it’s our turn. I’m also tempted by the wine, but I’m not sure Lucy would appreciate me drinking alcohol.

“Scratch the glasses and bring us a bottle of white wine with five glasses,” Lucy beats me to it.

I glance at her from the corner of my eye. She smiles at me, gently stroking my hair.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Would you prefer something else?”

“Oh no, no… I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

“As Alexia said, we’re here to enjoy ourselves, right?”

“You’re right... Thank you.”

She smiles before kissing me. It’s the first time she’s kissed me in front of her friends, so it throws me off a bit. When we pull apart, the waiter has disappeared, and the others have resumed their conversation. We join in until the waiter returns with our drinks. I’m so caught up in my conversation with Ale and Mapi that I don’t notice him. But then a cold liquid splashes onto my thighs, making me jump.

“Sh-shit, shit, shit!” the waiter mutters under his breath. “I’m so sorry! It was an accident!”

“Damn it…” I sigh, standing up.

Drops are dripping onto the floor; I’m that soaked. He spilled the entire bottle on me. I’m going to smell like wine all evening because of him. Luckily, I’m not wearing anything white. Another waiter who saw the scene quickly comes over to scold the trainee, who starts to panic.

“I’m sorry, I’ll help you,” he says, stepping forward.

“I’ll take care of it,” Lucy intervenes, gently pushing him away.

I give him a sympathetic smile to reassure the trainee a little after my girlfriend’s attitude. On the other hand, I’m relieved that Lucy stepped in. It’s not like I would have been comfortable with strangers touching me. He takes a few steps back with a crestfallen look while Lucy wipes my pants with napkins.

“Please excuse him, miss. He’s new, still in training. He’ll be severely punished, I assure you.”

“It was an accident; it happens,” I say to lighten the mood.

I lower my eyes to Lucy, who sighs. Our eyes lock immediately. For a moment, I fear that grumpy Lucy is back. I run my hand through her hair at the nape of her neck to relax her. Her muscles do indeed loosen under my hand.

“You need to change. Otherwise, you’ll reek of alcohol all night.”

“Okay, I’ll go up.”

“Can we at least get the cost of a dry cleaning for her clothes?” she asks the waiter.

“Of course, and we’ll bring you a new bottle and offer a second one as compensation.”

“Good. So I suppose this young man won’t need to be fired if that’s what you were planning.”

The waiter simply nods in response to Lucy’s request. I don’t know much about the restaurant or hotel industry, but when something like this happens in movies, it’s usually the punishment that’s expected for the person. So I’m glad my girlfriend took the initiative and saved him from that. I wouldn’t have wished it on him.

“Alright,” she sighs. “Let’s go up.”

I take her hand that she offers and let her lead us out of the restaurant before she changes her mind. We head back to our room. I didn’t expect her to accompany me, but it’s nice of her. The first thing I do when the door shuts is kiss her. She growls, gently pushing me away.

“Take off your clothes before you jump on me.”

“I won’t comment on that innuendo.”

“It’s not my fault you have a dirty mind,” she challenges with a raised eyebrow.

“Sure,” I giggle, unbuttoning my jeans.

I sit down to remove them along with my shoes. I also take off Lucy’s cardigan, which got splashed.

“Can I jump on you now?”

She laughs, leaning in to kiss me again.

“You’re a hopeless case, Miss Batlle.”

“And you’re one to talk? I saw the way you looked at the waiter as we were leaving.”

“He deserved it,” she defends herself. “It’s the least after what he did to you.”

“He’s probably traumatized, poor guy.”

“Whatever. I saved his job, didn’t I? Now, hurry up and change so we can go back down.”

“Hmm... You know you don’t have to worry about him, right?” I ask as I head to our closet.

“Of course. Stop thinking I’m jealous of everyone,” she rolls her eyes, making me giggle.

I put on a new pair of jeans and end up changing into a warmer sweater to replace Lucy’s cardigan. When I’m done, I turn to see Lucy waiting for me on the bed, head tilted. She’s irresistible the way she looks at me. I’m really glad that almost all the scars Korbin gave me have disappeared. I can finally feel at least a little bit pretty for her. I join her to put on my shoes.

“Sorry about your cardigan.”

“There’s no need to apologize. We’ll just send everything to the dry cleaners.”

“Yeah. I didn’t know you were such a good negotiator.”

“Now you know,” she smiles. “Let’s head back down.”

I steal a kiss from her before we return to the restaurant. Everything has been cleaned up, and the bottles have been brought out for the girls’ enjoyment. The evening continues as usual until a discreet throat-clearing interrupts us. We all turn towards the receptionist, who looks like he’s in a state of panic.

“I-I wanted to apologize,” he starts, staring at his feet. “Th-that accident shouldn’t have happened… I didn’t mean to offend you or do my job poorly. I was clumsy a-and…”

The poor guy is scared to death. I imagine it’s his boss who sent him over.

“I-I also wanted to thank you for saving my job…”

“There’s no problem,” I reassure him warmly. “It’s already ancient history.”

“We’ll have the clothes returned to you tomorrow morning,” Lucy tells him.

“No, don’t worry about it. The housekeeper will take care of it when she cleans your room tomorrow morning. They’ve already been informed.”

He seems to relax since Lucy spoke. A friendly exchange takes place between them. He then leaves with a small smile on his face. That conversation must have reassured him. Our first evening resumes when a new waiter comes over to take our orders. I get the feeling we’ve become some sort of VIPs.

We were quickly served, and they offered us the aperitif. Conversations resumed about the activities we could do during our stay. I can tell we're going to have an amazing time with everything there is to do here. I plan to make the most of it, especially since this is our first vacation together with Lucy.

[jarofstyles]

Ultramarine- Indigo 7

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WC- 2.8k

Warnings- mention of trauma and bullying (brief) and sexual tension ;)

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Y/N was grabbing lunch with him. 

Harry’s hand ached, the 5 hour session being particularly grueling regardless of how used his muscles were to the gun. He used arthritic cream on it and his wrist as he took a break in his office, finally checking his phone. As impressed as he was with the woman who had come and sat for 5 hours, he’d wished she wanted a break when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. H was giddy and anxious to see what Y/N was saying- she was the only one who texted him during the day besides Niall with stupid tiktok links and his Mum sending photos of her cats. 

When he’d opened it up to see her question, he didn’t hesitate to agree. It didn’t matter if he hurt, he wanted to take any excuse he could to see her. 

Y/N; Hiiii! I know this is super last minute so do not be afraid to say no but did you want to grab lunch at around 2:30? 

H: Absolutely I do. Sorry for the late reply, I was finishing a tattoo. It isn’t too late to say yes, is it? 

Y/N: Oh, amazing :) And no, not too late. I’m kind of bored today, I finished a project and told myself I needed to relax but… I feel restless and I missed you a little bit.

Harry felt himself flush at her response, knowing if anyone saw him at this moment they wouldn't recognize him. His smile was wide and face as pink as he collected himself, grateful that he was in his own office so he could freely feel. 

H: Only a little bit? X 

Y/N: Well if I said I missed you a lot I’d be a weirdo, wouldn't I? We just saw each other. 

H: Well call me a weirdo too then, I suppose. Because I did. 

H: A lot, if you couldn’t tell. 

Y/N: You are very cute. I’ll be there in a few :) 

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“Yeah, it’s kinda fucked.” Harry sighed as Y/N took his hand into her own from across the little table. “Usually I love a long session but I’ve been doing them a few days in a row. S’my own fault, but I was hoping for a tap out for once.” He laughed through his nose before it turned into a groan, feeling small thumbs begin to rub over his palm. Y/N pouted ever so lightly, moving in slow circles on the skin and digging in slightly before meeting his eye. 

“You’ve got to take care of yourself.” The scold was lighthearted but he could see it on her face. She meant it. It made his chest flutter a little that she cared enough to do that. He was used to basically being on his own, mostly by choice but because it was easy for people to fake concern to get gossip- but he knew Y/N meant it. Her gentle massage on his hand, trying to ease his aching was a nice touch. Her half-drunk smoothie was in front of her, leaving her fingers cool to the touch and another nice addition to the soothing touch. “Shouldn’t wait for them to tap out. You should schedule them in smaller increments so you don’t put too much strain on your poor hands.” Y/N’s eyes met him for a moment before looking away. “They’re too pretty to be hurting.”

He had been surprised by the gall, if he was honest. Y/N had been a bit more shy when coming to this sort of thing but he was mentally preening, not able to hide the smile curling on his lips as he flexed his hand in her grasp. “Yeah? Think I’ve got pretty hands?” He hummed. “Got a bunch of calluses. Some scars. My nail polish is chipped.” Was he fishing for a compliment? A little bit. He wanted a few of them, especially when she had seemed to like his best tools. 

“Of course. Just shows you work with your hands, know how to use them.” She stated. “It’s something a lot of people don’t know how to do anymore. The scars add character, and the nail polish is cute. It can always be redone.” She flipped his hand over but continued the slight massage, looking at his long, nimble fingers stretched over her wrists. He had a few rings on them which she knew he took off while tattooing, his fabric bracelets slightly worn besides the silver cuff on the non tattooed wrist. Harry liked to decorate his body and that was obvious. He’d told her he sometimes struggled with expression verbally, so she had a hunch that he used this to express himself. “And I also love the eyeliner thing. It’s attractive too.” 

She tacked on the compliment and his smile grew into a grin, shaking his head as he squeezed over her hands with a laugh. “Laying on all the compliments today, yeah? D’want something from me?” All she had to do was ask. The shivers in his body made him more than willing to hand shit over on a silver platter. His eyeliner had been a few years ongoing, a simple charcoal pencil smudging around his eyes. Apparently it brought out the green even more and he did have a few colors. Perhaps one day Y/N would want to do it for him. 

“No, no. Just figure people don’t do it as often as they should.” She sighed, dropping one of his hands to take a sip of her smoothie. The contact felt good. Especially since he kept a grip on her hand and swiped his thumb over the back of hers, the gentleness a stark contrast to the chain around his neck, metal on his face and ink on his skin. He was the opposite of what someone would expect, and somehow that made Y/N yearn for even more of him. 

“Well.. Thanks. But I’d prefer you to be the one doing the compliments. I know you’re not full of shit.” His smirk made her scoff but she merely continued sipping before moving on. Surely many people meant the compliments they gave him but she knew that he wouldn’t believe them regardless. That was the thing about growing up with that sort of trauma. When you were bullied growing up, seen as a butt of a joke, it was harder to accept people’s genuine kindness. It saddened her immensely, but this wasn’t the place to unpack that. 

“You’d have to be dead to not see how attractive you are, H. But I don’t want to give you too much of an ego boost or you’ll leave me in the dust.” Her foot nudged him under the table. “I wanted to ask if you wanted to come over this weekend? I was thinking of trying out a few cookie recipes and I need a baking assistant- or at the very least, a taste tester.” She offered, trying to hide her nerves. They were at a weird crossroads of developing relationships. Not official, not exactly fully comfortable enough to be shooting plans the day of but still craving their company quite strongly. They weren’t seeing anyone else, at least she hoped so, but they didn’t have a label. 

“Are you kidding?” He barked out a laugh. ��Of fucking course I do. Used to help my nan back in the day in the kitchen. Christmas breads and sweets galore. You’ve got an old pro on your hands.” Was he vastly overvaluing his kitchen skills? A bit. He knew his way around decently enough, but he wanted to get that smile on her face- which succeeded. 

“Oh, lovely.” She chirped. “Then yes, I’d love for you to come over. We’ll get something to eat because m’not sure either of us are going to want to be in the kitchen for more than the cookies.” He watched her nose wrinkle making his heart skip a beat. There were tiny Y/N mannerisms he wanted to get to know. This one in particular he found to be stupidly cute, each time it happened making him smile internally. 

“Mhm. I understand. We’ve got a kitchen quota we don’t want to max out.”

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“Where do you think you’re going?” A hand on her waist stopped her from taking another step further, Y/N grinning to herself as she paused in her step. She had done it just to see what Harry would do, and so far she had been correct. Her hopes had been granted. 

“Hm? Home.” She grinned up at him, eyes not able to hide the mischief in them as she moved back towards him. “Is there a problem?”

“I think we need to establish a few things.” His voice dropped, crowding her back against her car. Y/N had started this but felt the air get sucked from her lungs as her back pressed agaisnt the cold metal of her door, eyes widening slightly as she was peering up at him with far less smugness as before. “I don’t like leaving without a proper goodbye, hm? And you know what I’m missing, yeah Darling?” of course she did. She had been aching for it just as badly, the tiny one she got in greeting not even half of the one she needed now, but she wanted to make him work for it a little bit. 

“What’s that?” She hummed, biting her lower lip to try and control the grin threatening to break out on her face. The uncontrollable urge to giggle as he seemed to clock the look on her face, shaking his head at her and clicking his tongue while tilting her head up to meet him. It was the closest she could get to a swoon, sure there were little hearts in her pupils as he tapped the bottom of her lip and tugged it from her teeth. 

Christ. 

“I think you know.” He muttered. “Cruel, cruel little angel. What d’want from me, hm? Do you want me to beg?” His eyes scanned her face. “M’not one to get on my knees for that reason, but I think I could do so for you.” 

Y/N’s knees felt weak as he pinned her with his stare, a quivering in her stomach making her blink rapidly at him. Get on his knees? She could only imagine what he did on his knees and the image of him peering up at her with his mouth tucked between her thighs and her knee over his shoulder, working to get his tongue up inside her made her feel hot all over. The mental image was precisely his goal, she found, as his grin rose back and morphed into a smirk as she barely held back a whimper when her lip was stroked by the thumb in question. She had played with the lion as a sweet little lamb, and found herself right in his jaws. 

“N-No. Don’t have to beg, but I think it would be cute.” She cursed internally at the stutter, showing her weakness front and center as his face got a bit closer to hers, nose brushing the bridge of hers before moving down to the tip. Being this close made her dizzy, the sweet spice of his cologne and the mint of his gum overwhelming her. The man trapped her against her car, getting closer than she had been to a man in public, but she was pathetic. Internally she was gagging for it, tilting her head up to try and catch his mouth-

Only for him to pull back just enough to miss. A spark in his eye made her want to stomp her foot, the man teasing her more than she had anticipated. Y/N had tried to get the upper hand but it was obvious that the more comfortable he got, the more power he would wield with her. She had been a bit of a fool for thinking that a man like him wouldn’t turn this over, but she had felt like trying her luck. 

“Cute? Think it would be cute?” He muttered under his breath. “Well, I’m glad you think so. But I know what this is, little angel. Prettiest little Sunflower, trying to tease me.” Realistically, Harry knew she hadn’t a clue about the true power she had over him, but he would let that remain a secret for a bit longer. “What I meant, by a proper goodbye… Is that I’d like to feel these pretty lips before you leave me.” There was an audible hitch in her throat, making him hold back the smile, ghosting his lips against hers. “You did something to me… m’convinced. Put a spell in your lipgloss or somethin’ like that. Made me crave it. I’m more of a gentleman these days, because the first thing I wanted to do was lick into this pretty little mouth when I saw you today. I controlled it, but I can tell it’ll be a problem later on down the line. I need something sweet to hold me over, y’feel me, doll?” He tapped her lip with his thumb, gently tugging it down before it snapped back up. 

Y/N could barely breathe. Sometimes, she found, Harry had these bursts of being pure sex appeal. It was broken up by cute, soft and shy boy, but when he got in this sort of mood she found it hard to keep her vision from swimming. A floaty feeling, making her swallow thickly and nod in a jerking motion as she tried to get up on her tiptoes to catch his lips only to be deprived again. This time she did make a noise of frustration, brows furrowing as she looked at his hooded eyes. It wasn’t fair! 

“Oh, m’sorry Sunflower. Couldn’t let you have it that easy when you were about t’leave me without a kiss. Got a mean streak in you, but I’ll take it. You’re sweet and tart, like a Cherry.” He laughed, leading her arm to loop over his neck. “If you’re good to me, I’ll be good to you. Give you what you want, maybe even more.” She was rewarded, finally, with a tiny kiss to her pout before pulling back.  “But if you want to play games… You’ve gotta remember that m’a nasty competitor.”

Y/N could believe it. Harry oozed ‘win or nothing’ energy and she had tested it now, feeling how quickly she was going to fold. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to test this out when she had more resolve, but she had felt similarly to him the whole time. She wanted him just as badly, and playing with fire wasn’t cutting it right now. The only burn she wanted from him was a big of beard burn between her thighs. “M’sorry.” She whispered. “I’ll be sweet.” 

“I heard a silent ‘for now’ after that, but that’s good enough for me.” He rewarded her heavily. Kissing her fully, capturing her lips between his own and pulling her into him as he did so. Harry kissed just how he looked. Intense, hot. She let out a little noise feeling his tongue brush past and the cool metal of his tongue piercing hit hers. It was another reminder of how he would definitely be one to blow her mind when he got on his knees for her, because Harry didn’t seem like the type to do anything half assed. He had the ability to make her feel like she was boiling inside and the only thing that could cool her down was his touch. 

It was over too quickly, her thighs clenching together hard as she looked at him with bleary eyes. His face was self assured, a little smug and she was trying to recover. A squeeze was given to her chin, making her clear her vision as she was left a little unsatisfied. But would she ever really be truly satisfied when he took away his mouth? She could kiss him for hours and still feel like she wanted more. Their date was proof of that. 

“See? I can be sweet when you are. Rewards.” His confidence blew her away, barely able to recover when he pressed another firm kiss to her mouth without giving her time to react. “Now go on and go get some supplies for our cookies, yeah? Text me when you’re there and when you’re home safe. I’ve got another two appointments.” He wished he could cancel them and just go with her but he didn’t want the rep, and also didn’t want to cling to her. As tempting as it may be, he wanted to start this right. 

Y/N’s kiss still tingled on his lips as she drove away. He knew he was deep in the inky indigo waters of infatuation, but he didn’t think that was a bad thing. He’d learn to breathe underwater.

[vodkabodies]

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Summary: A seemingly normal celebration trip where Harry learns that consuming alcohol isn’t the only thing that can get a girl puking.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Non-showbiz gf

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, pregnancy, and some fluff <3

A/N: My first published work here so please be gentle. Enjoy!

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Y/n didn’t know what prayer worked out of the multiple ones she consistently recited for this day to finally come into fruition. The day where Harry set aside work and exchanged his incredibly busy schedule with one where his only agenda was to unwind and bond with his family, friends, and ofcourse Y/n, his girlfriend of almost five years. Today was a couple of days before his birthday and a day before their anniversary, so it meant everything for Y/n that the love of her life gets to celebrate the way he deserves to, even for just the weekend.

They were currently staying at a resort in Big Sur, Harry’s mom and older sister, as well as a couple of their closest friends had cleared their own schedules to be able to celebrate with Harry. Y/n took pride in finding the perfect venue for this weekend getaway, and she was just as proud at the gifts she had bought for her man, a bundle of vintage vinyls she knew he’d absolutely love, and an electric guitar he’d been eyeing online for quite some time now. She intended to give him these gifts once they got back from their trip.

Anne and Gemma were picked up directly from the airport by Mitch and Sarah, with their child in a car seat who was asleep for most of the drive, while some of their other friends drove themselves to the resort. The couple on the other hand, ran a little later than intended as the night before, they did some ‘special adult activities’ that they were aware they could not do on the group trip, to keep it as wholesome as possible. Y/n woke up, bundled in sheets, beside Harry who was still deep in slumber while the clock on his bedside table read 7:15. The drive from their shared home in L.A. to Big Sur would take at least 5 hours, but traffic would surely be expected so they planned beforehand to leave as early as possible so they could arrive at the venue by noon. Thankfully, they finished packing and loading their things in the car early the day before so all they had to do was quickly get ready and make sure they didn’t forget anything.

“You made sure the oven isn’t on?” Y/n asked loudly as she bolted out the front door, “Baby, we didn’t even cook anything yesterday, the oven is off… And so are the lights in every room. We’re good to go.” Harry explains as he gets in the driver’s seat. “I’m so excited! The weather’s so nice!” Y/n exclaimed and to that Harry smiled, while pulling out their driveway. The drive went smoothly, at the three hour mark they realized that they were definitely not gonna make it on time, so Y/n  sent a text in the group chat that the group, who all surprisingly showed up on time, should eat lunch without them and that they’d just pick up some drive-thru on the way.

The clock read almost 2 p.m. when they arrived and everyone thought it was funny how it seemed like the couple planned their grand entrance by being tardy like the duo they were known to be. Always so fashionably late. Catching up was necessary and so that was what they mostly did throughout the rest of the day, besides watching a couple of movies and cooking dinner. It unexpectedly rained around dinner time so their plans of starting a bonfire that night were postponed until tomorrow evening. Everyone went to their designated rooms after they all agreed to wake up extra early for a hike, Anne and Gemma deciding not to join as their jet lag got the best of them and so they could look after the burnt out parents' baby.

After their group hike in the morning and a very filling lunch when they got back, everyone spent the rest of the afternoon swimming until the water got too cold and the sun was setting. "Thank you for convincing me, Y/n. I really needed this." Harry said as they walked back to their room to freshen up before dinner. "You're welcome, baby. You always work so hard, I'm so happy you actually agreed. I'm sure the others needed this just as much as we do." After taking a quick shower and changing to more comfortable lounge clothes, everyone headed to the dining table where comfort food was served.

“You have one year before you turn three decades old, darling.” Anne jokes and Harry shakes his head with a chuckle as they sit beside each other at the table. Harry handed Y/n the bowl of rice before replying to his mum, "Making me sound so old!" and Anne returned the same laugh. "Well, you're not necessarily a baby anymore… Might as well have a baby of your own!" Harry didn't reply but smiled at the idea. His career was doing incredibly well, he's well received by the public, he has amazing family and friends who have supported him throughout the years, and a girlfriend he never thought he'd deserve. Life was good, and a family of his own one day sounded like heaven to his ears.

Dinner went by fast as everyone devoured their meals, hungry from the activities they did all morning and afternoon. Noticing that the sky was clear tonight, they decided to finally start the bonfire and set up some chairs around it. S'mores were made and beer bottles were opened as stories were shared by everyone. Sarah accompanied their baby to their room as it was approaching bedtime. Mitch picked up the guitar he had brought with them and everybody cheered when music started echoing the open area.

Although it was a simple get together, Harry was having the time of his life… Singing, drinking, laughing until he almost fell off the foldable chair, all while being wrapped in his lover's embrace and surrounded by nature. "I can't wait to show you my gifts when we get home." Y/n whispered in his ear. "Why wait at home when you can show it to me tonight?" he playfully replied, making her erupt in giggles. "That's not what I'm talking about. I have more to give but they're at home." She says as she kisses his cheek.

Y/n was singing along until she felt something boiling at the pit of her stomach. She quickly excused herself from the circle to go to the bathroom. Could it have been something they ate? Everything served was fresh and no one seemed to have an upset stomach aside from her at that moment. Immediately heading for the bathroom door, the knob appeared to be locked from the inside. "One second!" Gemma exclaims as she turns off the sink. Once she opened the door, Y/n rushed to the toilet and puked most of dinner out. "Y/n, are you alright?" Gemma asks in worry as she rushes towards Y/n's side. She took a minute to answer as she vomited one more time, "Uh… I'm fine. Just an upset stomach, maybe." Right as she finishes her sentence, another round of puking erupted from her as Gemma held her hair up and rubbed her back soothingly. "How many have you drunk so far?" She hasn't had anything to drink tonight… Come to think of it, the past few weeks she had refrained from drinking overall. No particular reason, she thought. But truly, a part of her brain was telling her she shouldn't.

"I haven't been drinking at all lately." At this, she stood up and headed over to the sink. "I've been feeling nauseous lately, but never to the point of puking. I don't know if it's something I ate today… I don't know." She adds as she rinses her mouth with water, lightheaded from the endless vomiting. Cog wheels started turning in Gemma's head as clueless Y/n explained her current situation. "Y/n I don't want to alarm you, but do you think maybe there's a chance… you might be pregnant?" She asked, trying her very best to not worry her, in case the girl didn't want to hear that right now.

It took her a minute to process what Harry's sister had said. Could she really be pregnant? If she was, that could explain everything she'd been feeling lately. Even as hectic as Harry's schedule was, they did still have some time to themselves and ‘bond’. Not as often as they would've liked but they take advantage of any time they could have together. The past couple of weeks though, Y/n had found herself becoming clingier than usual, craving his presence a little more than she already did. And she started losing a bit of appetite for food she'd normally be able to inhale when she craved it. Feelings she thought were seemingly normal, turned out to be symptoms all along. No wonder the mere smell of alcohol made her stomach turn!

She stared at herself in the mirror for a couple more seconds, then turned to look at Gemma with concern on her face, patiently waiting for Y/n to say something. "It's not impossible… I might be." Y/n finally spoke. She was genuinely shocked. Really shocked because they haven't really planned on having children any time soon. Should she tell Harry now? Or should she take a test first just in case? "Do you want me to grab a pregnancy test for you?" They were walking out of the bathroom now. "It's alright, I'll take a test the moment we get home tomorrow. I don't think I should tell Harry yet." Y/n whispers as they head back to where everybody was, following the sounds of loud singing and beautiful guitar playing. Before they could exit the door, Gemma grabbed Y/n's hands. "If you really are pregnant, I just wanna say that I'm happy Harry gets to start a family with you. I'll try to hide it from mum for now but I can already tell she'll be ecstatic!" This meant everything for Y/n. His family loved her like their own and she values them so much. After hugging, they finally arrived back at the bonfire. Fortunately, some of them were too tipsy, Harry included, to notice their absence. "Hey, baby!" Harry reached for Y/n's hand and motioned for her to sit beside him. She obliged and quickly engulfed in Harry's warm embrace. 

After another hour and a half, with Sarah joining them again once the baby fell asleep, they were bringing their chairs back inside and headed to their rooms to end the night. Harry and Y/n were laughing as Harry stumbled into their shared room after losing his balance when she opened the door. "Oi! Laughing a little too loud at a poor man falling instead of helping him up?" she giggles uncontrollably while reaching her hand out to help him.

Harry was about to kiss her after he closed the door but Y/n immediately felt the same wave in her stomach as she did earlier and bolted to the bathroom. Harry rushed behind her as he watched his girlfriend puke her guts out, head hanging above the toilet. "Are you okay, love? Had too much to drink?" he asked as he knelt down beside her. For a second she stared at the bathroom floor, not knowing if any second she'll puke again before she can get any words out. After a minute of silence she finally spoke, "Harry, I didn't drink at all tonight." She didn't want to tell him just yet, she wasn't entirely sure after all. But the way she looked at him almost begged him to read between the lines and understand the point she was trying to make. It took him a moment, still in his half drunk state. She looked into his eyes then down at her stomach, which wasn't showing, but she hoped he got the message.

"You're pregnant?" he asked in confusion, searching for answers in her eyes which were now welling up with tears. All she could do was nod as he pulled her in his arms. "I'm not entirely sure yet. But when I left to use the bathroom earlier, I ran to puke and Gemma helped me. She was the one who asked if I was possibly pregnant. I wasn't really thinking about it at all." Harry pulled away before he could reply. "We're having a baby?" he asked, more enthusiastic now. "Maybe…" she replied after rinsing her mouth. Without wasting another moment, Harry closed the gap between him and his lover as he kissed her prior worries away. She didn't want to ruin the trip by announcing this to her partner out of the blue, but it was never bad news to begin with. Once they pulled apart from each other's hungry lips, Y/n had one thing to say, "Surprise?" They both immediately laughed and hugged at her words.

They went outside again, that very same night. While the rest were fast asleep, they walked hand-in-hand talking about clearing both their schedules to book and attend an appointment for a check-up. Harry didn't think this getaway would get any better, but it just did. "Baby, I almost forgot!" Y/n alarmingly exclaimed as she looked at the time on her wrist watch. "What?!" Harry asked with concern, but she smiled at him before he could panic. "Happy Anniversary, H." she spoke, resting her hand on his cheek, pulling him into a quick peck on the lips. "Happy Anniversary, angel. I love you so much."

When they finally got home the next day, Y/n gave Harry the gifts she had bought, he adored every single one of them. And while she napped after unpacking their luggage, Harry spent the rest of the afternoon scavenging for the perfect engagement ring online.

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[shujohajohaminnie]

Sooner

Pairing: Seungmin x fem!reader

Genre:Smut, Kinda Fluffy (Maybe)

Content: 18+ Minors dni 

Word Count: 2523

P.O.V: Both 1st and 2nd hope it’s not confusing 

Summary: Seungmin has a big crush on you, You have a big crush on him. Both parties unknowing. Will he tell you after seeing you half-naked? Will you tell him?

A/N: I did re-read it but I probably missed something because I’m tired. 

Afab!reader, Profanity, Slight pet name (2), Use of sir (1), Blowjob, Raw sex

“COME ON DON’T DO THIS TO ME” I whined banging the washer. It’s been three hours into my laundry day and I’ve washed zero loads. My washer would work like normal then spontaneously shut off after ten minutes. I’d unplug it from the wall hoping that it would fix the problem, only for it to run for just a couple minutes then shut off without warning. I’ve put off doing laundry for weeks solely for the reason that I knew I was going to struggle with my six-year-old washer and dryer. As much as I needed a new set they weren’t cheap and unfortunately, money didn’t fall from the sky. Fortunately for me, my second home / best friend's dorm has a perfectly good washer and dryer. I loaded my clothes into my car and made my way to Hyunjin's dorm hoping they weren’t using it. 

“Y/n?” Seungmin looked at me confused as he opened the door, “Hyunjin’s not here” He opened the door wider letting me in. I took off my shoes leaving them by the door, grabbing my slippers from my designated cubby space. “Where is he… where is everyone?” I looked around noticing the silence. “They’re recording in the studio today” “You didn’t go?” “I finished early, Chan Hyung let me come home early 'cause I had a headache, so I came and took a little nap” “Did I wake you… I’m sorry…do you want me to make you a tea, do you want me to make you lunch” “It's fine my headache it passed” “Oh that's good… I didn’t come to see Hyunjin… I came to see your washer and dryer” “My washer and dryer?” “Mine officially gave out… do you think I can borrow yours” “Uh” 

Seungmin hesitated he knew the process of you doing your laundry. You’d always ended up in only a towel as you threw the clothes you were wearing into your last load. You’d take clothes from your first load and take a shower. The reason being you wanted a clean body in clean clothes while also wanting to wash every piece of clothing you had. But what confused him every time was why didn’t you shower right after the first one came out while your other loads were going on, why did you wait until your last one? It didn’t bother Seungmin before, but lately, he’s seen you in a new light. To be completely honest he’s always had a crush on you, ever since Hyunjin introduced you as his best friend to the group he thought you were the prettiest woman he’s ever seen. But lately, his crush has only gotten worse since game night last week, when you were dared to kiss who you thought was the cutest boy in the room. Instead of going for who he thought were the more obvious choices you came straight for him placing a soft kiss on his cheek. Did you really think he was the cutest, did you feel the same way he felt for you? He couldn’t risk seeing you in just your towel and-

“Seungmin?” he was pulled away from his thoughts seeing you looking up at him with those eyes. God how he loved when you begged with your eyes, he’d make you beg for everything and anything just to see those eyes, knowing very well he’d give you whatever you wanted anyway. “You sure you’re good?” “What yeah I’m fine” “So can I use your washer and dryer or not” Say no say no “Yeah of course” Fuck. “Thanks” You smiled hurrying out the door to get your clothes before he could change his mind. 

“Thank you again for letting me wash my clothes here min, means a lot” I smiled placing my hand on his arm as I looked at him. He looked so hot in his grey sweats and black T-shirt. Even the most basic of clothes looked great on him. Truth be told I’ve had a crush on Seungmin for a long time the only reason for my silence on the topic being that I didn’t know if he felt the same. He was so hard to read at times all the time. I often found myself questioning whether he liked me despite the boys telling me he did. They could easily be messing with me, getting my hopes up to make a fool out of myself, But they could also be right. I noticed the way a blush crept on his cheeks after I kissed him at game night last week. Was it because he liked me, or because he was embarrassed in the sense that I just kissed him in front of all his closest friends. “Yeah of course… you know you’re always welcome here…we should give you a key at this point” he laughed placing his hand over mine. What is going on?

What was he doing? He panicked and did what he thought was right, placing his hand over yours. You looked so perfect and made him so nervous he suddenly felt so bold in touching you right back. “I-I’m gonna go take a shower…I’ll leave the door unlocked… just in case you need me” “I’ll keep that in mind” You spoke softly, that perfect smile he loved so much making him feel weak in the knees. You pulled away first, walking toward the laundry room just a couple of doors down from the bathroom. 

It was last load time, you carried your last load in your hands as you passed the bathroom door, the singing stopped, instead it was replaced by moans? You pressed your ear to the door hearing it clearly. Seungmin was moaning in the shower. “Fuck y/n” Were you hearing him correctly did he just moan your name? “Y/nnnnn” that was most definitely your name. You took the moment not wasting a second. You ran to the laundry room throwing the last pile of clothes in along with the one still on your body. You wrapped yourself around your towel heading straight towards him. You opened the door quietly, dropping the towel and slipping in the shower. You see him there stroking his hard cock eyes shut tight, your name still slipping past his lips. “Need help?” He jumped almost slipping on the water looking at your face… not daring to look further down. “Y-Y/n what are you doing here?” “You said to come in if I needed you… well, I need you min. I really need you” You whispered stepping closer to him with that same smile that was guaranteed to drive him insane. You could almost see it, the switch clicking in his head as he quickly grabbed your waist pinning you to the wall. “Is this what you wanted?” he whispered kissing your lips passionately. 

“Yes” I breathed out as he kissed my neck moving down to my chest. He moved a hand from my waist groping my left breast. A moan slipped out of my mouth as the realization hit me like a bus. I was really about to have sex with the man I had a monster crush on. “Are you sure?” He whispered pulling away. “No” I whined as he backed away from me. “No?” “No! I didn’t mean it like that… I want you Seungmin” He groaned getting closer to me kissing my neck once more. “C-can I uh can I” I started not knowing how to phrase the question in my head. “You wanna suck me off?” we laughed at how dirty it sounded despite the both of us being naked in a steaming hot shower. “Can I?” “Y-yeah” “Only if it’s okay with you” “If I’m okay with it… I wouldn’t pass on a blow job from a pretty girl” “You think I’m pretty?” I smiled looking at him feeling my cheeks warm up at the compliment. “I think you're more than pretty, I think you're smart, I think you’re amazing, I- I I like you” “You do?” “Mhmmm” “You have some way of showing it” I laughed kissing his neck slowly, moving lower and lower until I was face to face with his hard cock. It was definitely a shock. Despite Seungmin’s lean frame, his cock was different. He was long and girthy enough that I knew he wasn’t going to have a problem filling me up. The sight made my mouth water. My hand trembled as I slowly wrapped my palm around him. I kissed the tip before I opened my mouth taking in as much as I could, jerking off what I couldn’t. I started with a steady pace looking up to see his face shift into one of pleasure.  “You… you’re uh really good at that” He breathed out pulling my hair into a makeshift ponytail guiding me up and down his shaft. He groaned throwing his head back against the shower wall. I moaned sending vibrations through his dick. “F-f-fuck…that…I UGH I’m gonna cum” I shallowed my cheeks around him sending him over the edge. He groaned shutting his eyes violently as I felt his warm cum fill my mouth. I swallowed getting up to look at him “Y/n I-”  “I like you Seungmin” “Y-You do?” “I do” I smiled stepping closer to kiss him on the lips. “Why do you think I walk around in a towel when I’m doing laundry?” “You don’t do it in front of the others?” “Only if you’re there, Only if I know you’re watching me”. He wrapped his hand around my waist turning us around so that I was against the cold wall. One of his hands let go of me trailing down my thigh and towards my throbbing core. “Seungmin, please… I need you” “I know baby… I know” he shushed me as his fingers drew small circles on my clit. “Oh, my-” My nails dug into his arm as I felt that familiar feeling drawing close. “I’m gonna” “Cum… cum for me” He kissed me hungrily his words alone causing me to go over the edge. I felt adrenaline coursing through my veins sparks flying between us and stars surrounding us. 

He grabbed the back of my thigh guiding me to wrap my leg around his waist. “I’m gonna fuck you now” He breathed out shakily looking into my eyes. “M’kay” I nodded biting my lip in anticipation. “Use your words baby” “Yes sir”. He kissed me once more before he guided the tip of his dick at my entrance. My breath hitched as he slowly sank into me, and as expected I felt full of him as he bottomed out. I closed my eyes at the slight sting waiting patiently for it to turn into bliss. “Are you okay… do you want to stop” “N-no just give me a minute” “I should’ve stretched you out with my fingers first, I just didn’t expect for you to be this tight” he chuckled holding my hand his thumb drawing back and forth on the top of my hand in an attempt to comfort me, and it did. I slowly opened my eyes to look into his. It was always around Seungmin that I felt at ease, surrounded by peace and warmth. “You can move” I whispered letting go of his hand to bring him close hugging him. He thrusted in and out of me planting sweet kisses on my neck and chest. “Seungmin… I’m” He nodded kissing my lips, and he grabbed my other leg picking me up against the wall. Another shock from him, his strength. This new angle causing him to hit my G-spot even better than before. I placed my face in the crook of his neck moaning against his skin, my nails dragging across his back leaving behind red marks. He hissed at the feeling closing his eyes and throwing his head back. 

“I’m gonna cum” he spoke through gritted teeth, and by the way you were clenching around him you were close too. “Cum inside me” “What” “I’m on the fucking pill just cum inside me” You yelled hugging him even tighter. The room was filled with steam and your unholy pornographic moans as you both came down from your high together. He pulled out putting you down and moving the both of you under the shower head. The water washed over the other of you as you stayed in his embrace the both of you catching your breath. You pulled away to look into his eyes. Feeling yourself blushing from his gaze. “What” “Nothing” you smiled hiding your face in his chest. “Did you mean when you said you liked me” “I did” “I like you too Minnie” you laughed hugging him once more. The both of you finished your shower and walked out of the restroom hand in hand with a smile resting on both of your faces. Only to be met with the rest of the members in the living faces mixed with disgust, shock, happiness, and in Han's case wiggling eyebrows and a sly smirk. “FUCKING FINALLY” Changbin yelled walking past us to his bedroom. 

“Sooooo” Chan started his mouth forming a straight line as he looked at the both of us. “Are you guys a couple?” he asked awkwardly standing in the middle of the living room. The other members had already left to their respective rooms getting ready to go out to dinner for the night. Not without Hyunjin marching over to the both of you yelling at the top of his lungs about the fact that you used the ‘nice restroom’. Complaining how he’ll never be able to even look at that door without wanting to puke. Only to be disgusted once more when he saw a careless Changbin walk past the three of you into the restroom to shower as well.  But then there was Chan confused as ever. He had to make sure that both his friend and brother/second youngest were thinking with their heads and not just their. “Yeah” Seungmin answered his previous question holding onto your hand and flashing you his beautiful braced smile that caused you to melt almost every time. “Right?” “I mean we're working a bit backwards… he’ll still take me on a first official date… right?” “YES… yes sorry I uh-” “Well as long as you two are happy and know what you’re doing” “We do thanks Chan” “Yeah thank you old man” Seungmin smiled walking us towards his bedroom. 

Who would’ve known that your closed-off crush felt the same towards you, apparently all of your friend group. If only you would have listened sooner.

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Just Let Me Adore You Pt. 2

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: none here, we've just begun

Genre: fluff

Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, Bruce, for 3 absolutely blissful years. He’s a scientist and professor who is as smart as he is kind and if anyone asked, you were sure you’d spend the rest of your life with him. That is until two mysteriously charming men that Bruce swears are dangerous take an interest in you that threatens to turn your entire life upside down. I mean… what exactly are you supposed to do with two gorgeous men telling you something that suggests that basically everything you think you know is a lie? And why does part of you have enough doubt to wonder if they might be telling the truth?

Series Masterlist

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You place the cup of black coffee on the counter in front of Clint who takes it with a nod.

"I can't believe you drink that stuff like that man." Sam shakes his head in disgust.

"It's coffee. It just needs to wake me up." Clint rolls his eyes.

"It can wake you up and still be good." Sam tells him.

"Guys. Buy something or leave." Peter groans from the checkout counter.

"This the thanks we get for bringing you lunch kid?" Sam kisses his teeth, walking over to lean against the checkout counter by Peter.

"Well first of all I can feed myself. I appreciate it but you don't have to keep stopping by my job like I'm a child." Peter huffs at him. Sam and Clint have been coming every so often for the last few weeks, sometimes with lunch for Peter or to discuss something with him quietly. Clint usually orders a black coffee and Sam will sometimes pick up a book to buy. They hang around for anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour and talk with you and Peter during that time and then they leave.

"We're customers!" Clint protests.

"Y'all don't read, and there are tons of coffee shops." Peter points out.

"Would your boss appreciate you shooing away potential shoppers like this?" Clint jokes.

"Alright quit teasing him. We could change his work hours and nobody else would let you lollygag in the store this way." You chuckle at the three.

"Yeah! Exactly!" Peter says. "Wait you'd change my hours so we don't work together anymore?" He frowns.

"You're his favorite coworker y/n you can't make him work different hours." Sam says.

"Don't say it like that Sam." Peter mutters.

"Ah don't worry Peter, you're my favorite too." You wink at him. The bell over the door rings and you and Peter instinctively greet the incoming customer before you realize it's Bruce.

"Bruce! Hi! What're you doing here?" You smile at him excitedly as he surveys Sam and Clint.

"I know your shift is about over so I thought I'd come pick you up today. Impromptu date if you will." Bruce smiles walking over to you.

"Oh! Well Debbie should be here in the next like 5 or 10 minutes if you wanna look around or just have a seat and wait." You tell him, leaning over your counter to kiss his cheek. Bruce passes his time looking through books until your relief shows up and the two of you leave hand in hand.

"Hey those guys that were talking to the kid, do you know them?" Bruce asks once you're sat in a restaurant eating. It's like a late lunch/early dinner situation.

"Sam and Clint." You say as you eat.

"Sam and Clint?" Bruce's question obviously prompts for more information.

"Yeah, I mean they're Peter's friends-  they come by every so often. Why?"

"They're Peter's friends? The teenager at your job has friends that I'm sure are in their 30s who visit his job?" Bruce's voice is heavy with suspicion.

"I know it sounds weird but they're not like hang out at the skatepark with him type of friends. I think they're like- surrogate brothers almost. They bring him lunch sometimes and tease him like big brothers would do. The kid does not have much in the way of family from what I've learned about him and I think these guys are what he does have." You explain.

"I still think it's strange." Bruce shakes his head.

"I've met them a few times and I mean I'm no seer or anything but my intuition is pretty good and I don't think Peter's in any danger as of now but if that changes I'll be sure to adjust accordingly." You shrug.

"I hope the kid's doin alright, really I do but my concern is with your safety."

"Well my concern is Peter's. He's barely outta high school and lives alone, his parents are dead and those guys seem to be the closest thing to a family that he's got so if they're a danger he has no one and I- don't think I can ignore it." You say. Bruce grabs your hand across the table.

"Y/n, I love how caring you are, you know that but I can't lose you. Be careful with this kid and his friends. Don't get hurt trying to play the hero."

"I'll look after myself Brucey I promise, don't you worry." You say kissing his hand that's still tangled with yours. 

"Look y/n I know that you don't really like to discuss the details of my supernatural research and whatnot but I think we have to talk about something regarding some of the work I've done." Bruce sounds hesitant as he talks.

"Nothing good can come from a conversation that starts like that. Is something the matter Bruce?" You ask.

"Yes? No? I'm not quite sure truthfully y/n. My last stint as a research assistant, before I started my own research team, right around when we met. Do you remember it?"

"Yeah I remember, we talked about it a few times in the early stages of our relationship. It was mostly stuff regarding werewolves, right?"

"Yeah. We were studying werewolves here in New York and- amongst other things, we learned that packs around here operate kind of like gangs. I'll spare you the details but you know, territories, crime syndicates, the whole nine yards."

"Are you- telling me that werewolves here are essentially the mob?" You blink at him incredulously.

"Pretty much yes. Look before I finished that gig I- compiled a database, ya know to keep track of who was running things around here- for safety. Sam and Clint are part of it. And- pretty high up on the ladder too I'm pretty sure."

"Sam and Clint are part of a werewolf mob? Seriously?"

"Yes. I cross-checked while I was waiting for you to get off work and-"

"Oh my gosh what about Peter?" You ask, he's just a kid you can't believe he'd be tangled in this mess.

"Well I don't know when I made that database the kid would've barely started high school but- if those guys are the closest thing to family he's got I'd guess he's involved."

"Oh Peter." You sigh.

"I know you worry about him but that is not our biggest problem right now." Bruce shakes his head.

"Excuse me?"

"Well... let's just say studying the werewolves didn't exactly make them our biggest fans."

"Are you implying that you've made enemies of the werewolf mob?" You ask much calmer than you'd expect to react to this kind of news.

"It's very likely. I mean they made quick work of the higher ups from that team most of them are dead or far from New York. I thought I could just keep a low enough profile that I'd stay off their radar and now-"

"Now you've walked right into the same business as two of them who you think are high up the ladder."

"Exactly." He sighs.

"I don't understand. If you knew there was a chance the wolf mob would come after you why the hell would you stay in New York?!" You ask.

"I didn't plan to! But I met a girl who loved New York, and when I fell in love with her I couldn't ask her to leave." Bruce tells you, sincerity filling his eyes.

"She would've." You mutter.

"What?"

"If you had told me any of this I would have gone anywhere. It wouldn't have mattered because we'd be together and you'd be alive."

"I am alive."

"Yeah, apparently, with a giant target on your back that just got a neon sign lit up above it because you came to see me at work!"

"Hey, none of this is your fault." Bruce says softly.

"I know that. It's yours. You and your supernatural studies. I worried that one day it'd come back to bite you I just didn't think it'd involve the mob!" You huff running a hand down your face.

"Calm down, everything is fine. It was years ago they might not even have recognized me. It's just- I'd rather let you know in case they do. Just- you have to be extra vigilant."

"Me?" Your eyes widen at his words. This is his mess why do you have to be vigilant?

"Yes- if they did realize who I am, they also now know that you're my girlfriend which unfortunately could mean that they implicate you to get to me." Bruce explains slowly like he's expecting you to explode at his words.

"Oh for fucks sake." You drop your head into your hand.

"Y/n I am so sorry. If I had known that this would put you in danger-"

"You couldn't have known three and a half years ago what would happen now. It is what it is and we will figure it out. Like always." You tell him softly. "I just wish you wouldn't have waited until it was emergent to tell me all of this."

"You're right. I should've told you- it's just- a little difficult to gauge when is the right time to tell your girlfriend the supernatural mob might try to kill you one day." He shrugs with a small smile.

"It's fine. We've got this. You and I can surely handle anything." You wink at him and you can see the tension in his shoulders release slightly. Maybe this was the right time to tell you. You think if he told you earlier, like a year ago, maybe you'd have cut your losses and never looked back.

~*~*~

The sound of light tapping causes you to glance out the window of the sandwich shop you're in having lunch with Wanda.

"Aw, hey little guy." Wanda coos at the animal.

"You don't see a lot of non pigeon birds in the city huh. Wonder what kind of bird it is." You muse.

"No clue." She shrugs.

"Oh! I remember what I wanted to tell you earlier." You say.

"Was it about birds?" She frowns.

"No not at all actually. I've been reading this book my coworker recommended to me and I'm pretty sure she's trolling me." 

"What makes you say that?" Wanda laughs.

"Because everyone in it is a complete idiot! They make the worst decisions and spend the first like six chapters just pissing each other off!"

"I feel like that's pretty accurate to real life though." She muses.

"I mean- sometimes yeah but like how is that all that's going on so far? It's fiction let me suspend my disbelief a little bit about the true stupidity of some people."

"You don't have to finish this book you know you can just- stop if you hate it so much."

"I promised Lyla that I'd read the whole thing so we could discuss it after. If I had known what she was signing me up for I wouldn't have but now I have to see it through." You say and take a sip of your drink. Your sandwich is already done but Wanda still has a bit left, kind of distracted by your conversation.

"Okay well, good luck with that." She chuckles with a light headshake.

"Excuse me, miss?" A voice takes your attention from Wanda as you crane your neck to see two men smiling warmly at you. They're tall and clearly well built, one blonde and one brunette.

"Hi, can we help you with something?" You ask and though you try to be polite you can't completely hide the slightly defensive feeling in your tone.

"Sorry to interrupt you ladies it's just that I- we couldn't help but notice how radiant you are and wanted to tell you. You seem to light up the room." The blonde says. His voice is smooth and strong.

"Thank you. I know." You say.

"And she's confident. You must be quite a catch." The brunette chuckles.

"My boyfriend sure thinks so." You retort with a smile. You clear your throat and stand which prompts Wanda to do the same. "Look I appreciate the compliments but we really do have to be going so enjoy the rest of your day gentlemen." You say evenly, linking your arm with Wanda's and turning towards the exit. You hear the pair chuckle as you and Wanda leave.

"Oh my gosh!" Wanda gushes. She looks over her shoulder for a moment before turning back to you with a look. "They were gorgeous!"

"Don't start." You tell her.

"Don't act like you didn't notice those men were basically Greek statues come to life y/n!" Wanda nudges you.

"I noticed. I also noticed they were hitting on me and I noticed that I've been in a relationship for three years. Now maybe that's not obvious to you but those pieces of information do not go together."

"I wonder who they are though, it's not every day two gorgeous men come up to you to tell you how radiant you are." She looks back again although the shop by now is out of sight.

"You mention this to Bruce and I will fight you." You warn her.

"Why does it matter? So some guys complimented you. Is he that insecure?" She frowns.

"No. He's not insecure but you're talking about these guys like they're Hercules and I know you'll mention how hot they are to him. I don't want him asking me what I think about them." You say.

"So you are gonna mention it?"

"Yes. When he asks how my day was I'll throw it in there casually, ya know minimize it so he has no reason to dwell on it." You shrug.

"I should've asked their names."

"Why? They didn't even talk to you." You laugh.

"When men like that start showering you with praise you want to keep them around don't you?"

"Bruce showers me plenty Wanda." You roll your eyes.

"Praise can never be too much." She shrugs.

"You are ridiculous." You shake your head at her.

"I'm correct is what I am." She laughs. You don't bother responding to her as the two of you walk into the mall. You spend a few hours there before eventually going to your respective homes.

"Hey, you're back." Bruce smiles when you find him with his laptop in the living room of your apartment.

"I am indeed." You say kissing his cheek.

"How was your day out with Wanda?" He asks you.

"It was fun, time with Wanda is always fun. We got lunch, we went shopping, some guys called me 'radiant', I didn't buy anything but Wanda got these gorgeous shoes that are honestly perfect for her. Nothing momentous really."

"Somebody called you radiant?"

"Yeah. While we were at lunch some guys came up to tell me they thought I was radiant and lit up a room." You shrug casually. "How was your day baby?"

"What did you say to them?"

"Thank you, my boyfriend would probably agree, and that I had to go. Well that we had to go, since I was with Wanda." You say.

"Who were they?"

"I don't know? They didn't introduce themselves and I didn't ask because I didn't care." 

"Hm, how odd." Bruce mutters.

"That some guys complimented me while I was at lunch?"

"No! No, of course not that. I know that happens all the time it's just- in conjecture with those anonymous gifts we never found the sender for-"

"You think that gifts I got a month ago have any correlation to two random guys at a sandwich shop today?" You frown.

"Not necessarily it's just that- that was odd and there was no conclusion there and now this."

"Okay not to sound dismissive baby but I think you're just a tad bit paranoid."

"Paranoid?"

"Yes paranoid. You've been on edge all week since seeing Sam and Clint. I know you worry but there's no need to dwell on some random guys calling me radiant while I was at lunch." You shrug.

"Yeah, maybe you're right. I just can't shake the feeling that they're up to something."

"The strangers?!"

"No obviously not, Sam and Clint."

"Well, they haven't made any changes to their behaviour since they saw you. They're still as respectful as they were before so I can't say they've given anything away if they are up to something. Not to say they aren't but don't lose sleep over this, it's not like you can predict the future." You say kissing him.

"I don't want you to get hurt because of me." Bruce mutters when you pull away.

"I know." You pat his chest. "What do you want for dinner? I'll make something."

"Oh I already made some chicken and potatoes, it's in the oven now, hope that's okay."

"Yeah that's totally fine." You smile. You know Bruce's concerns are warranted, and you're worried too- after all Bruce thinks you're the more likely target, you just wish he wouldn't get so worked up about things out of his control. Every time you leave he acts like it'll be the last time he sees you and that unnerves you more than the theory that the werewolf mob is watching you. At least that, right now, is nothing more than a guess on your part and not a guarantee.

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Rose Coloured Lenses | Spencer Reid Fanfic

Summary: Reader cuts her finger while cooking and Spencer bandages her up Pairing: Spencer Reid/Reader Warnings: accidental knife cut, lots of mentions of blood/bleeding, kissing, swear words Category: Fluff Word count: 2k a/n: This is my first reader insert short. Got inspired because it's the 2 year anniversary of me cutting my own finger while cooking lol Also available to be read on AO3

Saturday nights were my designated home cooked meal nights. Even if Spencer was out of town on a case with work, I’d invite a friend or two over to the apartment for dinner. And on the rare occasion that no one was free, I would cook an extravagant meal to myself, playing music and dancing around the kitchen while belting out my favourite Taylor Swift song and hoping one of the neighbours don’t start knocking on the walls to get me to shut up.

Even though we've only lived together a short while, Spencer know’s enough to vacate the kitchen on Saturday nights, letting me take up all the space needed for multiple bowls, cutting boards, pots and pans. So when he arrives home from work a few hours early to see I’m on speaker phone with best friend, hair tied back and sleeves rolled up, mixing my famous meatball recipe, he knows not to get in the way. 

However, even with the rule of staying out of the kitchen, Spencer can’t help himself but to come in and give me a quick kiss hello, which I don’t mind. 

“It already smells amazing.” He say’s while tucking a strand of hair that fell out of my bun back behind my ear. 

“It’s really just onions and garlic right now, but thank you.” I smile at him. “Now get lost, I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

“Hi, Spencer. Bye, Spencer.” My best friend, Becky, say’s through the speaker phone, having heard our interaction. 

“Good evening, Becky.” He turns to leave but thinks better. Stopping to place a hand on my cheek and pull me in for another kiss. It’s sickeningly sweet as he gently rubs his thumb along my cheekbone. I wish my hands were anywhere on his body instead of stuck inside a bowl of ground beef. There’s no way Spencer would let me get away with touching him before washing my hands. 

“Get a room you two!” Becky laughs from the phone. “I can hear you making out.”

“That was definitely not making out. That was just me saying hello to my beautiful girlfriend, whom I missed dearly at work today. And if she wasn’t wrist deep in ground beef and on the phone I would already have her on my bed.” Spencer says with a smirk, leaving me speechless.

“Oh, spicy boy! Where do I find a man like you?” Becky manages to ask through her continued laughter.

“Okay! Spencer, that’s enough of you. I would really like to get my hands out of this bowl, so I’m going to need you to leave so I can finish cooking, please.” I say.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Spencer leans forward for another kiss but I pull my head back as far as my constricted hands will allow.

“Stop trying to distract me! I’ll call you when it’s ready.” I laugh.

Finally, he walks out of the kitchen to grab his work bag. I watch him pull out a new novel and head into the office, where I’m sure he will finish reading it in a few minutes. 

“Alright, now that he’s gone. What were we talking about?” I ask Becky for a reminder. 

“I believe we were chatting about the rising costs of butter, to be honest. Not the most riveting conversation.” Becky laughs out.

“Oh yeah. Didn’t we star out by talking about Justin’s new girlfriend? How did we end up on butter.” I laugh with her. 

As we continue our conversation, I portion and roll out the meat balls. Then I brown them off in a pan before adding the sauce I made prior to Spencer arriving home, turning it down to low so they can simmer. Finally after what feels like hours, I’m able to wash the meat off my hands and gather the ingredients needed for the salad. 

“I should let you go, y/n. It’s getting late and I’ve got to give my mom a call as well and make sure she remembers about our lunch plans tomorrow.” Becky explains while I’m at the sink washing lettuce and carrots. 

“Of course, it was a great chat. What has it been, two hours? We should get coffee soon. Continue the convo in person.” I offer.

“Yes, definitely. Alright, have a good night, I’ll text you tomorrow. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do with Spencer after dinner.” Becky says, and even though I can’t see her I just know she’s wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. 

“Ha ha. Goodnight, Becky.” With Spencer tucked away in his office and Becky officially off the line, I decide to play some music from my phone to fill the silence. “Nothing like some good ol’ Miley Cyrus.” I mumble to myself as I hit shuffle on her new album. 

I make sure it’s not too loud, so as not to disturb whatever Spencer is working on in the next room, and get started on prepping the salad. The lettuce gets chopped and dried, then tossed into the big bamboo salad bowl I convinced Spencer to buy at a market a few weeks back. 

“It’s so pretty and it fits the vibe of the apartment so well. If it doesn’t force us to eat more salads at least it’ll look nice on the kitchen table full of fruit.” I had told him. But I don’t think it were my words that convinced him to buy it. I think it was the look I gave him through my eyelashes, silently trying to convey that buying the bowl wasn’t just for the greens, but as a way for him to show that he really was serious about me moving in and making changes to the apartment he’s lived alone in for so long. 

With all the lettuce in the bowl, I move on to cutting the carrots into cubes. As I’m working away, Miley’s song Flowers starts playing from my phone. I refrain from singing along, to spare Spencer and the neighbours of the noise, but I can’t help moving my hips to the beat. It’s easy to get carried away dancing to this song, which I do. So much so that I forget I have a sharp knife in my hand.

The inevitable happens. As the song reaches the chorus, I start to hop up and down to the beat and my knife slips off the carrot and into the side of my ring finger. 

“Shit!” I drop the knife onto the counter and grab my injured hand with the other, bringing them to my chest as I squeeze my eyes closed. I can feel the wetness as blood pools out of my finger. I breath in through my nose and out through my mouth, trying to calm my already racing heartbeat. Knowing I need to assess the wound, I slowly bring my hands away from my chest and peak my eyes open. I barely move my uninjured hand away before I catch sight of the blood.

“Fuck.” I say, shutting my eyes and closing my hands together again. The sight make’s me feel nauseous and I end up crouching to the floor of the kitchen, unable to stand up any longer for fear of passing out. The initial adrenaline starts to ware off as my heart rate returns to normal and I can feel pulsing in the finger that I cut. 

After a few more seconds of sitting, I give in and lay fully onto the kitchen floor as I call out for Spencer. The sound of his office door opening is a relief. 

“Y/n?” I hear his footsteps come towards the kitchen. “Where are you?”

“Down here.” I groan from the floor behind the kitchen island. I don’t see Spencer come around the corner because my eyes are still squeezed shut, but I hear him. He rushes to me and kneels down to my side.

  “What happened? Are you okay?” His hands are on mine, gently trying to pry them apart to see the injury, but I don’t let him.

“I cut my finger.” I cry to him.

“Okay. Did you fall? Can you sit up?” He speaks softly, gently wiping a tear off my cheek that I didn’t know was there.

“I was starting to feel like I was going to throw up so I came down here. I didn’t fall, but I don’t think I can sit up yet.” I explain to him.

“That’s alright. That’s good that you didn’t fall. No head injuries to attend to. Okay give me a second, I’ll be right back I just need to grab the first aid kit from the bathroom.” Spencer says and I hear him run off down the hall

When he returns I hear the first aid kit hit the ground beside me and feel him sit down next to my chest, where I’m still clutching my hands together. I gasp and open my eyes when something cold is placed on my forehead.

“Sorry, should have warned you.” Spencer says when I look at him. “It’s just a cold cloth to help sooth you.”

“Thank you.” I breath out. 

“Of course.” Spencer’s eyes are soft on me. He caresses my cheek, making me sigh in delight. “Can I take a look?”

“Yeah.” I close my eyes again so I don’t catch sight of it, then open my hands for him. He gently takes them into his own and I feel him inspecting them.

“There’s quite a bit of blood but from what I can see it’s not that big of a cut. Do you think you can make it to the sink so we can wash it off?” He asks gently.

“Um, yeah. I think so.” 

  Spencer helps me up with an arm behind my back, then holds onto me as we walk over to the sink. He tests the water until it reaches a warm temperature then gently pulls my hands under the stream. I open my eyes to take a peak and all I see is red washing down the drain.

“Oh, gross.” I groan and put my head down onto the counter. 

“I didn’t know you were this bad with blood.” Spencer says as he helps me into a chair after rinsing my hands.

“Neither did I. I’ve never cut myself with a knife before. How do you deal at work? I’m sure you’ve seen more blood in one day on the field than I’ll see in my lifetime.” 

Now that there’s no blood all over my hands, Spencer brings my injured hand close to his face to inspect the cut. He’s very gentle, but as his fingers grab the one that I cut, I can’t help but to gasp out in pain. It’s so tender.

“Sorry.” He apologizes. “It took a while to get used to. I guess I might not even be that used to it. But it’s part of the job and we try our best to not get attached to the scenes, makes it a little easier to sleep at night.”

“Wow. I don’t know how you do it.” I say.

“It helps that I have you to come home to now.” He says sweetly. “Well, I don’t think you need stitches. Just some good gauze wrap and maybe an Advil if it’s still hurting.” Spencer says. I watch him intently as he wraps the gauze around my finger, securing it with a little piece of medical tape. When he’s finished he brings my hand to his mouth to kiss my fingers.

“Thank you, doctor.” 

“It was my pleasure.” 

“I didn’t get to finish dinner. I still need to make the pasta.” I sigh, making a move to stand up but Spencer pushes me back down from the shoulders.

“I’ll finish up dinner, you go sit on the couch.” He says.

“Are you sure? Saturday nights are my home cooked meal night.” 

“I’m sure. It’s still going to be home cooked even if it’s me cooking it.” He laughs.

“Thank you. I love you.” I pull him into a hug and he tucks me under his chin, holding me tight.

“I love you, too.” He says with a kiss to my forehead. 

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I love your page! It’s amazing! Could you write something with Cobras older sister dating Ice? He doesn’t know and when he sees them together they get into a fight about why she’s with Ice and they get jump and the sister shows why she’s a badass and doesn’t need her brother looking out for her (even though she’s happy he does)

Oh Boy

Prompt: When your brother’s enemy is your secret boyfriend, it only makes sense that when your brother finds out, he's furious. However, you make sure to show him that you don't need protecting.

Warnings: fluff, make out, fighting

Request: Yes

Pairing: Ice x Female Reader ; Cobra x Older Sister Reader

Word count: 2k

Notes: Omg thank you for the compliment! Also, three things: 1) I always try to include GIFs with these, but I didn't find any good ones for Ice. 2) I don't think I can write fight scenes, but I tried my best. 3) I debated on whether or not to write this because I am not the biggest fan of the Mighty Warriors. Like I didn't like them throughout the movies AT ALL 😆. I would literally diss them so bad while they came on my screen (sorry not sorry). However, I did enjoy this prompt, and I'm a sucker for forbidden romances.

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As you finish getting ready for your date, you knock on your younger brother’s door, “Hey Junpei, I’ll be out for the day. I won’t be out too late and you shouldn’t be either. I was able to cook breakfast, so it's on the table for you. See you later."

As you put on your shoes and start to head out, you see your brother come out of his room and look like he literally just woke up. He yawns and asks, "Where are you going so early?"

"There's just a couple of things that I have to get done and some errands that I have to run. I should be back before dinner. If not, head to Itokan and have dinner there.” You don’t look him in the eyes as you respond to him. You hate having to lie to him, but there is no way that he could know where you were really going.

Since he’s still half-asleep, he does not question it as he sits down at the table and gives thanks for the food. Before leaving, you go to him quickly, rub his hair and he glares back at you before you say goodbye.

About an hour later, you find yourself in front of the park where you are meeting your boyfriend. Once you see him, a smile forms on your face, “Ice!”

He turns toward you, and walks to you with a smile on his face, “Hey, glad you could make it.”

You put your arm through his and hold his hand, “I was able to leave before Cobra was fully awake, so he didn’t ask too many questions.”

Even though you really hate keeping it a secret from Cobra, you can only imagine what would happen and how he would feel towards you dating the leader of the Mighty Warriors. Especially when they have fought each other before.

There were a couple of times before when you had seen Ice and were not his biggest fan. After he met you, he would ask you out on a date and he would say that the two of you would be good for each other. You would turn him down constantly, and one day you told him you were sick of it. After that day, he backed off. There was a two-week period where you had no contact with him, and you started to realize that you missed him. So, you went to his club and sought him out. Very bashfully, you asked him if he was still interested, you would go on a date with him, and he was.

Flashforward to now, you and Ice have been dating for a few months and have done a pretty good job of keeping it a secret so far.

“What do you have planned?” you ask cheerfully.

“You’ll see,” he responds.

~*~*~*~*~*~

You two have a great time on your date. Ice takes you to the batting cages, which he knows you love, and then takes you on a picnic near the lakeside for lunch. He then takes you kayaking out of Chikuni City, which was one of the best experiences of your life, and then takes you to a restaurant for dinner.

When you arrive at the restaurant, you are a little self-conscious at first because it seems that the restaurant is very fancy. Before you go in, you pull Ice by the hand and say, “Ice, I don’t think I’m dressed well enough to go in there.”

He lets out a chuckle and leans in to kiss your forehead, “You’re fine babe. No one’s going to notice.” He pulls you inside and they sit you two down at a table. Turns out Ice had already made a reservation beforehand.

When you sit down, you send a quick text to Cobra that you won’t be making it for dinner and that you’ll try not to be home late. As you both start looking at the menu, you feel blood drain from your face as you start looking at the prices. You have enough money to sustain yourself and to pay, but you would never willingly pay this much at a restaurant. Your thoughts must have been readable on your face because Ice starts to laugh to himself.

“Oi, why are you laughing?” You stare at him in all seriousness.

He smiles at you and takes hold of your hand, “I love how you wear your expressions on your face. I can always tell what you’re thinking.” You blush a little before he pulls his hand away and looks back at the menu, then says, “Don’t worry about anything, this is my treat.”

“But-”

“Butts are for sitting.” You roll your eyes at him and continue looking over the menu.

Dinner goes by quicker than you want it to, and with a blink of an eye it’s time for you to head off back home. Even though it’s kind of risky, Ice offers to ride home with you and you agree. The sun is starting to go down, and there aren’t really a lot of people out on the streets. As you both exit out of the taxi, he closes the door behind you and then grabs a hold of your hand and starts walking you home.

When you start getting near your home, you pull him into an alley nearby. You notice the confused look on his face and before he can get any words out, you put your arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his lips.

You pull back and smile up at him, “Thank you. I had a great time today.”

Ice’s eyes darken for a little bit before he puts his arms around your waist and places a kiss right back on your lips. The kiss starts slow, but it quickly gets heated. Your arms tighten around his neck and his on your waist. You try to pull back but in between kisses you manage to say, “We should… stop… before… someone… catches us.”

Ice lets out a deep laugh and against your lips he says, “Okay. I’ll stop when you do.”

You pull his lips back to yours and jump to wrap your legs around him. As you do that, he pushes you both backwards until a wall hits your back. Your lips went completely in sync with his. You felt Ice tighten his grip on your thighs and pushed you into the wall a little harder. Ice lets out a small moan. He bites one of your lips and you let out a small moan. As you open your mouth, Ice takes the opportunity of slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You two are at it for a couple more seconds, but before it gets any further, you pull back and, out of breath, say, “I should go. My brother is probably waiting for me.”

Ice gives a small pout before slowly releasing you and letting you put your legs on the floor. You both make your way back to the main road and you say, "Go home. I'll be fine getting home from here. I don't want to meet anyone unexpectedly."

Ice smiles and nods. He pecks your lips. says goodbye, and you both walk off. As you make your way back home, you hear a familiar voice say, "Y/N?"

You turn and see your brother staring at you. You give him a smile and go to greet him, but something in his expression makes you stop. He is looking at you in disbelief and your mind immediately goes to the worst-case scenario. "I can-"

"Ice! Y/N, out of all the guys in the world? Please tell me you're joking?" He says, still looking at you in disbelief.

You close your fists and feel yourself tense. Looking at Cobra in the eyes, you say, "No, this is not a joke. When two people like each other, they decide to date. Ice and I happen to like-"

"Don't give me that crap! He's dangerous Y/N! You shouldn't be seeing that guy at all!" He starts raising his voice and you feel your body start to get a bit warmer in anger.

"Junpei! I know that you're trying to protect me, but I am old enough to make my own choices. That means that I'm old enough to date whoever I please. For Pete's sake, I'm your older sister, I'm supposed to be protecting you," you try to say as calmly as possible. 

Before Cobra says anything to you, you notice that there are several guys that start to circle their way around you and Cobra. He notices it as well.

One of them stands forward and says, "Look at this. Cobra, the one and only leader of the Hoodlum Squad." The man looks at you up and down before continuing, "And you must be the sister. My, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

Already agitated from the conversation with your brother, this random thug is not helping the situation whatsoever, so you do the most reasonable thing you can do, and you deck the man in the face.

"Oi, can't you see I'm having a conversation with my brother? How dare you intervene?" you say gritting your teeth, while looking at the man that you just punched who is lying on the floor.

Somewhere next to you, you hear your brother whispering, “Oh boy, here we go.”

The rest of the men start to attack both you and Cobra. Your argument with him already has your blood pumping. You haven’t been in a fight for a while, so this is very exciting for you.

Another man runs up to you and you notice that he is going to hit you. You quickly duck and punch him with all your force in his abdomen. He falls down to the ground holding his stomach area. He tries to get back up but you grab him by the shoulders and slam your knee towards his chest. He falls back to the group and is trying to catch his breath. You know that he won’t get up for a bit.

Another one came behind you and grabbed you by the waist. You quickly jump and throw all your weight backwards, which lands both of you on the floor. When his grip on your waist loosens a little, you elbow him in the stomach and get out of his grip. For good measure, you give him another blow to the stomach, which leaves him lying there on the floor.

You look to your left and see that Cobra has already beaten the other half of the group of men. All of the men then start to slowly get up and run away. Cowards.

Knowing you still have one good punch left in you, you walk up to your brother and deck him in the face.

When he turns towards you, he looks at you in shock.

You look at him sheepishly and say, “Sorry, I had to get that last one out. Also, that is why you shouldn’t anger me.”

Cobra looks down towards the ground and you can tell what he’s thinking. You take a deep breath, grab his cheeks and make him face you and look at you before whispering, “I know you care. I know you want to protect me. I’m happy and grateful that you do. But, Junpei, you gotta trust me. This thing I have with Ice, I like it, it’s good for me. We’re good for each other.”

You can see and feel Cobra’s jaw tensing. After what feels like forever, Cobra takes your hands and pulls them from his face. He looks back down and whispers, “If he breaks your heart, I’ll kill him.”

You laugh at him, and he looks up at you. When he does, you say, “That’s fair.”

You both start to walk home together, and before you both walk into your house, Cobra whispers, “Also, please don’t make out in any other alleys. I don’t need to see a guy having you pressed up against a wall.”

You burst out laughing as you both walk into your home.

[ughgoaway]

it really is a mental health dip kind of a month i swear seasonal depression is mf real 😔💔 but while you take a backseat on writing etc (idk how you guys write so often like burn out would hit me after the second sentence 😭💀) here's some insane brainrot and perhaps inspo but mainly just blurb like comfort to think ab bc honestly why lie matthew may be a headache but he really is the best of distractions in such times <3 (here's to hoping some serotonin will roll its way over to both of us)

(dad matty universe ofc bc well-)

- matty singing his songs to baby annie and absolutely dying when she'd giggle to it

- babysitting annie mid studio sessions like can you just imagine the boys producing and recording and annie taking turns sleeping in each of their laps etc 😭😭

- matty calling adam at the randomest times to ask for parenting advice (crying)

- the very idea of matty holding a sleeping annie in his arms as they both doze off will actually kill me i swear

- any thought remotely related to dad matty doing dad things honestly

- like imagine him packing her school lunches etc and including little notes for her kms

- the boys taking annie on trips etc like imagine them all at the zoo gn

(honestly a pre-reader blurb list/prequel may be a need somewhere down the line-)

anyways yes I totally do not.... think about dad matty......like at all......

bff anon is going to run away and disappear now 😍 xx

(late to respond to this bc I am still violently ill lol)

YES BFF HI!!!! seasonal depression is EARLY this year!! honestly, I don't get it either. Some writers literally write every day... if I did that, I'd die. I don't even write that much, and I still burn out so quickly

okay I don't have the mental capacity rn to discuss each idea in depth but let me just say; YES YES YES YES YES I LOVE IT.

(not very) brief comments on each one below the cut;

- matty singing people to baby Annie and she is just laughing like crazy... yes.

- do not even put this into my head. the idea of baby Annie sitting in Ross' lap while he plays bass. Or Adam takes her from matty when he needs to record a little vocal take, and he and Annie wave from the other side. Matty promptly messes up that take because he's busy making heart eyes at his beautiful baby (and after much pressure, he reluctantly says he was making heart eyes at hann too...) Or she's sitting in George as he produces something, she giggles and presses a button. at first George is like, "No!" But then he plays it, and he's like, "...wait that kinda bangs, " and annie gets a producer credit!!!!

(side note imagine them including an accidental take at the end of a song of Annie babbling or laughing... people are like "what is that cute laughter at the end?" and matty is like "💞❤️💖my baby girl💖❤️💞")

- it's like 12am, and Adam is just getting into bed when he gets a facetime from matty who is PANICKING. Adam is immediately like "bro, what's up", all he can hear in the background is SCREAMING bc Annie is clearly unhappy. matty is freaking tf out because "I can't find her stuffed rabbit Adam. it's been 2 hours. she won't stop crying. I don't know what to do and -" and Adam cuts him off like "matty, calm down, it's okay. didn't you put it in that weird pocket of your bag in the studio today?" and matty looks like he could literally cry of joy and just is like "YES I LOVE YOU BRO. BYE. SLEEP WELL." and abruptly hangs up, leaving Adam laughing and carly asking."oh god, what did matty need"

- perhaps a long day in the studio and matty is like "I'll just rock Annie to sleep on the sofa in the other room, be back in 10" and he simply... does not return. George comes in prepared to have a go at matty for being a helicopter dad when he sees them both open mouth snoring on the sofa lol.

- the idea of messy hair 3am matty trying to test the temperature of the milk on his wrist but getting confused at what it's meant to feel like. simultaneously rocking a screaming Annie and just trying not to also scream.

- OHMYGODDDD. like she's a little older, and it starts with a little note explaining something in her lunch, and she comes home SO EXCITED because "it was a note from you, Daddy!!! it's like we're spies sending secret letters!!!" And obviously, matty is now in full spy mode. they create a secret code, and he decorates them to say "top secret" on the outside. the notes are always things like "love you peanut! have a good day!" But we can play pretend okay.

- maybe Annie has become obsessed with penguins recently (Ross is obviously encouraging this and loves her giggles whenever he shows her his tattoo) and matty wants to show her irl penguins. matty offhandedly mentions him and Annie are going to the zoo tomorrow for the first time and the other boys are like "HMM??? WITHOUT US???" especially Ross bc like... hello he got her into penguins... the audacity from matty to be silent??? so they all are like "we're coming." thus a group trip to the zoo happens, and hann brings his little one and its just a family affair. sooo many pictures, especially Annie seeing her very first penguin and a group shot that a very confused old woman took for them (seriously, why are there 4 grown tattooed men with two children crying at penguins???)

these thoughts became much less concise as time went on...

I might have to do some prequel/early dad matty blurbs... if yall are interested???

[ninapi]

New to this (Osamu version)

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Premise: Osamu fights for his very own chance at happiness when he is reunited with his first love, the mother of his brother's son.

Word Count: 2989

Chapter 2: The favorite Twin

You’ve been working with Osamu for the last couple of weeks now, at first you thought it would be tough as you were used to work from home, but having to go out every day and be active has been doing wonders to your mood. You feel energized when you wake up, ready to tackle the next day.

Your son is already used to his school scheduled as well and loves the fact that he goes straight to the shop instead of going home. Not only does he get to eat his uncle’s delicious food everyday but also his house is a lot more spacious and he has it all for himself when you guys are working.

Osamu’s shop is actually bigger than you would think for a shop that only sells onigiri, requiring much more work than just greeting customers and taking orders. The shop opens at 10AM but Seiji goes in at 7AM, since the shop is far from your house you go straight to it after leaving Seiji at school, startling Osamu the first time you did it, but it has now become your daily routine. You even have your own set of keys for both the shop and his house.

It takes you about thirty minutes to walk from the school to the shop but you’ve actually been enjoying it. The weather has been nothing but great lately, specially in the mornings, giving you the loveliest of strolls everyday. The old man from the electronics store waves at you now and his wife even gave you a couple of oranges the other day to share with your family. Since every time you got to the shop Osamu was still sleeping, you officially took on the breakfast duty. You would stop by the very nice small bakery next door every morning, it always had different assortments of bread and pastries, enticing you to change up the breakfast menu constantly. You would have not only that, but also coffee and scrambled eggs ready before Samu even stirred. And it quickly became your priority when you get there, have breakfast ready for him.

Once breakfast was ready you would go downstairs and start cleaning the shop; doing it after closing takes much of a bigger toll on your body so you prefer to do it early, thoroughly, leaving the floors and tables looking like mirrors. Then you would move to the windows and the display menu, making the changes for the daily offerings, all in time before Osamu even decided to go down the stairs to check on you.

His life has improved quite a bit too since you’re there. Not only does he have less things to take care of now, but he also has a lot more time to explore his creativity and make new dishes, causing the business to thrive even more in just a couple of weeks.

But in general, he feels so much better. He sleeps better, he stopped skipping breakfast out of laziness, he laughs so much more and he just feels like a side of him that he thought had died long ago has gone back, making him feel sort of complete again.

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The lunch hour rush was very intense today leaving you completely out of stock of every single flavor Osamu had prepared that morning. 

You were cleaning one of the tables when you noticed someone left a flyer there teasing at the next big game for the MSBY, they would play in Tokyo this time, you hated when that happened, it made you nervous, was the only reason you watched the sports news, you wanted to be cautious about going out near wherever they would be playing at, but you find yourself in a big predicament now, what if you can’t avoid him any longer? You really don’t wanna think about it right now, but you have a bad feeling.

“Samu, does Atsumu come here often?” Osamu who’s currently preparing for the dinner rush turns to face you, he didn’t think about that. “Well, not really. He does have a house here in Tokyo, but he prefers to be in his Osaka one, they have practice in both places, so he is constantly in the move. He does come to the shop with the rest of his team sometimes though, specially after a game.” he nods, stabbing a carrot at the sudden thought of having to deal with him sooner than later.

“Yeah, about that….” you show him the flyer you found on the table, crouching down to the floor and sighing loudly.

Osamu washed his hands and crouched besides you, rubbing your back, “You really don’t wanna see him, do you?” shaking your head, you look up at him but he can see in your distant eyes that your mind is someplace else. He doesn't like it when you think about Atsumu, he never did. 

“(Y/N) I’ve been wanting to ask you something, but didn’t know how. Sorry if it isn’t the best timing but why did you become his girlfriend? It’s been in my mind for years, can’t really understand the thought process that took you to say yes.” he holds onto your hand, lifting you from the ground and bringing you to one of the tables, grabbing a teapot and some snacks with him on the way. It was time for a break anyways.

“Well, to be very honest, I don’t know. I remember I was very excited because you and I were going to this mysterious adventure after school in our third year and I thought it was a date, but you were so adamant that it wasn’t one, that we were just hanging out like best friends did, it made me feel weird. I was just so angry. And then Tsumu came to us and threw me on his shoulder and just ran away from you. He literally ran around the school with me flailing over his shoulder and I could swear at that point everyone had seen my panties by then. But he was just laughing so hard and his laugh was contagious. We were laughing like idiots for the longest time until he finally put me down when he reached the rooftop and told me he loved me and wanted to be my boyfriend. He…told me what I wanted to hear I guess…so I kindda said yes? Something like that…” you nod lost in your own memories, not even realizing the impact of what you just said.

“So you became his girlfriend just because I didn’t ask you first?” he knows that’s what happened, but always wanted to hear it coming from you.

“Well, yes and no. You were always my favorite, everyone knew that, probably the entire school did. But I was so angry at you and Tsumu made me forget how angry I was, he always knew how to make me laugh and forget my problems. And I don’t know he was so mean to all the other girls, but always so sweet towards me, and the way he looked at me when he told me he loved me…I just wanted to give him a chance, give us a chance and somehow it worked, for a while at least.”

“So I just took too long.” you nod at this, trying to open a bag of cookies, this seemingly being a horribly difficult task at the moment.

“I was going to ask you out that day. That’s why it wasn’t a date.” your eyes are on his, wanting to confirm what you just heard, “How could it be a date if I hadn’t asked you out first? That doesn’t make sense.” he pours some tea into two little paper cups, handing you one of them, “So you wanted to hang out, with me, alone, to ask me on a date?” all you could do was blink, not following his train of thought, “Not exactly. I wanted to be alone with you so I could ask you to be my girl, then I was going to take you on a proper date.” sipping on your tea you analyze the entire day in your head, trying to find clues that you failed to notice back then. You do recall seeing him sweat more than usual and he just wouldn’t look at you in the eyes. An awful thought comes to mind and your stomach falls, “Samu, did you tell Atsumu you were going to do that?” he did it on purpose, didn’t he? “Hm no, I didn’t. But he probably felt I was going to, it was long overdue. Never thought he would literally steal you away though.” your head is spinning.

“Do you think he did all that just to win over you?” you get up from your seat, trembling. Is that all you were? Another trophy for his shelf? But Osamu reached over and held your hand, rubbing soft circles on the back of it, “Nah, he probably loved you just as much as me. He’s just better at expressing himself, so he won.”

You can’t do this right now, letting go of his hand you ran up the stairs, locking yourself in his bathroom. You needed a moment.

Did Tsumu ask you to be his girlfriend because he wanted to be seen as the best twin? Did he just want to prove himself better than his brother like usual? Did he even love you?

And what about you?

Did you say yes to him just because you were upset? No, that’s not it. After that, he became your life. You dedicated all your time to him and you loved him dearly. So why is it so hard to answer that question? Any other day you would have said no to him and you know it, that’s whats eating you inside out right now. Could it be possible that you just used him to get over his brother? No, no, no, you loved Atsumu, even gave him a son. You are just overreacting.

You hear a faint knock on the door, pulling you back to the real world, you were nearly hyperventilating at that point and didn’t notice.

“(Y/N), can you please not lock yourself in my bathroom? I have to pee.” such a lame excuse, you thought, “Then use the one downstairs.” he could hear it in your voice, you were crying. “Just so you know, I have a key for this door, so there’s nothing that would stop me if I wanted to go in.” you let a soft sigh out, trying to control your breathing and reached out for the doorknob, unlocking it.

You were currently sitting inside the tub, hugging your knees to your chest. Face red and puffy. He closes the door behind him and sits next to you, squeezing you onto the side of the tub. He really is massive.

You won’t look back at him, still trying to get a hold of yourself, but you feel his arm sneak around you, laying his head on top of yours. This makes your balance fail and you slump to one side, now pressed tightly against him. You expected him to say something, but he didn’t. He just let you digest the situation while enjoying the warmth your body shares with his.

You are not sure how long after that was that you finally reacted, but you guess its been at least half an hour, “Samu, why are you here? What about the shop?” you nuzzled his chin with your nose, trying to see if he was actually awake, “Well, I wasn't just going to leave you alone crying in the bathroom. I hang the ‘BRB” sign on the door, it’s all good. Don’t worry.” he is using such a soft tone with you, as if he was scared of breaking you if he spoke too loud.

You just wanted to stay there with him, in a tub, for the entire day. But you knew you couldn’t, so you are the first to get up. “Let’s go, you still need to finish before rush hour.” your tears are dry, but your heart keeps screaming, you might or might not have used the father of your son to get over a crush you thought had no future, just to hear it could have one. You’re sad, angry even, at yourself. You know you probably didn’t hurt Atsumu, even if your initial intentions were dubious, you gave him your all and stopped trailing after Osamu the very same day. Even if he indeed got together with you just to win over Osamu, he gave you your pride and joy. There’s nothing to regret, you’d do it all over again. But why do you feel so empty?

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That night Fukurodani’s current volleyball team came to the shop, they stayed late and ordered so much food, to the point you had to go to their table and tell them there were no ingredients left, they laughed it off and left a bit after that once everyone had finished.

Seeing the teens laughing and pranking each other brought you both lots of good memories. High school was your happiest time, even when they were always practicing you made wonderful memories with both. It was also the last of what you had with Osamu. Once you got serious with Tsumu he would just not let you two alone, never. He totally knew it was in his best interest not to do so. That always bothered you, but you knew it was probably for the best. Being around Samu always gave you second thoughts.

The shop was a mess, what were they, chickens? There’s rice all over the floor and its just disgusting. Not to mention the fact that they ate the entire kitchen. “I think we should close tomorrow. You can take the day off.” he was trying to give you space, but you didn’t really want that.

“A day off? No, it’s ok. Someone has to clean this mess. I can stay and clean while you go shopping. Unless you need my help, then we can just do both together.” he nods, untying his apron and heading upstairs to check on his nephew. He loved the fact that ‘we’ is once again you and him, not you and Atsumu.

Seiji was sleeping on his bed, under the comforter and all, hugging one of his pillows. He checks the time and realizes its already past 11PM, when did it get so late? You follow after him, seeing your son as comfortable as one can be, drooling all over Osamu’s pillow. “Getting him up right now will be a nightmare.” you sigh in defeat. Your tired muscles aching and a headache making its way out as well. “Stay for the night. You can take my bed and I’ll just take the sofa.” he grabs one of his pillows quietly, making sure not wake Seiji up and headed back to his living room, you following after him once more. “You sure? You should be as tired as I am.” but he shook his head, “Just stay, I’ll take him to school in the morning. I know you are very tired more mentally than anything. Sleep in, I know where his stuff is and he can get ready on his own.” you were so grateful right now, it was a tough day for you and you forgot what it felt to have someone backing you up in your bad days. He always did though, always there for you. 

You walked over to where he was getting his makeshift bed ready, wrapping your arms around his waist and placing a soft peck in between his shoulder blades, “Thank you, you’re the best.” giving him a little squeeze you let go of him and walk back into his room. You wished you could shower, but you were so tired, couldn’t even keep your eyes open any longer. You noticed that thankfully Osamu had done laundry that morning and some of it was still on his chair, so you stepped out of your grimy uniform and changed into one of his tees, they fitted like a dress on you anyways; then shifted the toddler slightly to remove the drenched pillow and occupy its place.

And just like that you had the best sleep you’ve had in ages.

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The next morning Osamu took Seiji to school like he promised. Getting him ready for school was a painless process, he did mostly everything by himself and all he had to do was give him some breakfast and drive him there. Seiji was very well behaved and always listens to him. He asked him to please not wake you up, you had a difficult day and needed rest and he complied moving around the house like a ghost. They’re now at this point where words aren’t needed, they just look at each other and that’s it, an entire conversation with one look. It reminded him of the twin telepathy he has with Atsumu, but it was very different. Seiji actually listened to him.

He helped him out of the car and took his little hand in his before crouching down to hang the tiny backpack on his back, “Have a good day at school, Seiji. We’ll be waiting for you back at the shop.” Seiji nods, giving him a short hug and walked pass the gates. He was about to leave when a teacher stopped him, “Oh! Seiji’s dad! Is the first time we see you here, is always his mom. It’s a pleasure to meet you! Did your wife tell you about the play the kids will have at the end of next month? Seiji is very excited about it, make sure you both make some time if you can!” she didn’t even let him open his mouth, just blabbering things out and gone as fast as she came. It doesn’t surprise him to be confused as his dad, they do have the same face, but having heard someone call you ‘his wife’ was short circuiting his brain. He could feel heat creeping all the way from his neck to the tips of his ears and it lasts until he arrives back home. He peeks into his room, seeing you sleep with a peaceful looking smile plastered on your beautiful face. He notices you are wearing one of his shirts and he just can’t control his body, he takes his hoodie off, hangs it on the back of the chair and gets in bed with you, your immediate reaction being scooting closer to the warmth and laying your head on his chest, snuggling him to his death.

His wife, huh-

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[whisperofthehxart]

Flowers in Your Hair

Late Spring 1/?

You’re On Your Own 2/?

3/?

Warnings: sae loves his brother, friends conspire, and a challenger appears

Word Count: ~1900

In the days following the Itoshi family’s visit, your parents berate you for not having told them more about your friends.

“What was I supposed to say? ‘Mom, Dad. My newest friends are globally-known professional players.’”

“Yes, exactly that.”

“I didn’t even find out until much after.”

“How did you not know? You said it yourself, it was obvious.”

Their questions are fair, but you still find yourself pouting on the couch.

“I’m sorry,” you sigh.

“It’s just, I stopped paying attention to anything soccer for a long time.” Nearly seven years of blatantly ignoring the topic.

The situation clicks for your mother, realizing when exactly it was that you’d slowly stopped wearing your favorite jerseys and how those team posters were replaced by idol groups you didn’t even listen to.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she cups your cheeks and presses her lips to your forehead.

She’ll explain the situation to your confused father later.

“It’s alright, we’re just glad that you’ve made new friends.”

-

Sae visits once more before you leave.

“Mom wanted me to drop this off.”

He stands under the door frame of your entrance, in his hand a plastic bag that he lifts in your direction.

“Thanks, I guess.”

Your parents aren’t home, both of them left an hour earlier to do some grocery shopping.

“Wanna come in?”

The bag is now in your hands (you hope it contains Mrs. Itoshi’s famous sponge cake).

“No.”

You’re in no rush to urge him out, it seems like he has something on his mind. He has that cross look on his face, like he’d rather be anywhere but here. And while that is likely, it's also the same face he makes when he’s not sure of himself.

“You changed your number.”

“Yeah, once I started paying my own phone.”

He hums to himself.

Face no longer tense he leans back stretching his arms.

“See you around then.”

And just like that he’s turning around and walking away with his hands in his pockets and an air of satisfaction in every step.

-

When Sae makes it home he greets his parents.

In the same breath he turns to his recently arrived brother and insults him.

“Lukewarm.”

He calmly walks out of the room unbothered by the sounds of Rin’s irritated response.

-

By the time you return to Tokyo, Isagi has given an exact location for New Year’s Eve lunch and you find it’s been scheduled a day early. It gives everyone plenty of time to make it home to their loved ones on the 31st but is also close enough to be legitimately called a New Year’s celebration.

All together, the matter is a small celebration.  Or at least as small as a celebration can get with such large personalities.

Aside from all those you’d already met you were introduced to Chigiri’s significant other and more of Isagi’s teammates (along with their invited guests).

For a decent amount of time you’re locked in conversation with Yukimiya. You trade the names of your favorite novels and your interpretations of them. This slowly evolves into sharing your music tastes, a running list of new recommendations added to each of your phone’s notes.

“If you had to pick one, at this exact moment, what would it be?”

He asks a near impossible question to answer.

“Just one?”

“Just one song.”

“If we were vampires.”

“American?”

“Mhm.”

“Hmm,” it’s inquisitive in nature.

You’re sure he’s evaluating how it is that you came to that decision.

“Favorite lyric?”

He’s begun to lean forward, arm resting on the table in front of him and head on his palm.

“Maybe time running is out is a gift,” replicating his posture as you answer.

You don’t know what about, but he laughs.

You take no offense to it.

“Now, my turn.”

“Absolutely.”

“What kind of tea do soccer players drink?”

-

Two day’s later you receive a notification on social media.

You’ve been tagged in a new photo. It’s a picture that Isagi had asked the wait staff to take of you all. Everyone’s smushed together, arms around each other and all smiles. Privately, you message Isagi for a copy of the photo.

An hour later your phone pings again.

New Follow Requests:

‘@itoshi_rin_, @sae and 328 others’

You accept.

-

You don’t have to confront the situation until you’re twenty-four.

The day of your birthday your inbox is full of well-wishes that you still haven’t finished going through.

You held off until your lunch break to look at them, your parents had made sure to reach out before you left for work so you’ve left your phone on silent up until now.

Aoi’s tagged you in a post (a collection of your greatest photos since university), Isagi’s texted you (going so far as to send you a gift card for your favorite restaurant), and Bachira’s sent you a paragraph of emojis (if translated properly it indicates that he too is wishing you a happy birthday). Nagi messages you through a gaming platform to inform you that your gift is behind schedule and should arrive some time soon.

However, the most surprising of your messages comes in as you're wrapping up your break. Three simple letters, entirely unexpected appear in your direct messages.

sae:

‘hbd.’

The message, so profoundly Sae, makes you laugh. An entirely unexpected but not uninvited aspect to your day that you’ll be sure to mention to Aoi the next time you meet with her. You spend the rest of your shift planning your dinner.

-

You’re twenty-four for hardly nineteen and a half hours.

Takeout is on its way, the newest episode of your favorite show is on the TV and you’re lounging in the most comfortable of your outfits. The ringing of your phone times perfectly with a lag on the streaming service, your TV’s silence allowing you to redirect your attention.

The number is registered as private and unlikely to be a scam call, so you answer.  Only to hear... nothing.

The other end is silent.

“Who is this?”

For a moment you think it must be a prank call, until you hear the muffled sounds of someone’s name called.

It must be a wrong dial.

At least, that’s what you assume until the voice on the other end calls back to whoever is around. The receiver still picks up the sound and it causes your ear to ache.

Finally, they address you.

“Sorry.”

And then the abrupt end of the call.

You know for certain now, it was no mistake.

-

“Let me get this straight. You’re calling me to let me know you called ‘em?”

Sae is only met with his brother’s silence.

“And all you said was ‘sorry’.”

Rin still doesn’t respond.

“So lukewarm.”

-

Signs begin to float around everywhere.

You’ve been twenty-four for seven weeks and you’ve heard mention of Itoshi Rin more in that time than you have in the six years before.

A new line of sports gear dons his name, you see the adverts on your way to and from work. Aoi’s marketing firm is in charge of those very same adverts and now she even wears the same brand shoes and windbreaker. Nagi who’s found himself comfortable enough to bring up his line of work has dropped Rin’s name quite a few times when recalling teenage memories or upcoming game match ups. Even your father let his name slip into conversation last week when you’d called asking for help with a recipe.

“That was yours and Rin’s favorite food. He could never come over without us making some.”

And while every cosmic sign is begging you to call him back, you remember that you’re only strangers now.

-

“Have you considered a career change?”

Aoi’s question is redundant.

This time of the month is always busy and she can always sense how on edge you are. Instead of answering you continue typing an email response to your colleague who’s asking one too many questions about a process you’ve explained one too many times. Before clicking send, you debate whether or not to italicize the “as per my last email” at the beginning. In the end you don’t.

“I’m sorry,” you return to your attention to your friend, shutting the laptop for the remainder of the evening.

“You work harder than you ought to.”

Aoi’s always the first to come at your defense.

“Gotta pay the bills somehow,” the words dry on your tongue.

You don’t mind the work… for the most part.

“Didn’t you ever have like a dream job, something not so… corporate?”

Part of you wonders if she’s lost any sense of self-awareness.

“Aoi, you work in marketing.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah.”

“And what was it?”

“Being a princess.”

“How’s that working out for you?”

Your friends pouts in her seat, arms folding across her chest.

You laugh and decide to answer her question, “Yeah, a professional fan.”

“So, a cheerleader.”

“Mmm, no,” you correct, “more like those kids who paint their face with their team colors and wear the hats and jerseys.”

-

“If you lean forward any more security will think you’re trying to jump onto the pitch.”

“Shit!”

Your feet nearly slip out from under you, hands grasping for the railing in the midst of your fright. At the same time you hear the quickened pace of steps behind you, ready to help you up. While arms reach for your shoulders to stabilize you, you swat them away.

“‘m fine.”

“Sorry ‘bout that.”

You hear the smile in his voice, confirming it only when you finally look at him.

“That was pretty mean of you, Kenyu.”

When his smirk grows at your remark, you realize your mistake.

“Are we on a first name basis already?”

His tone teasing now.

Rather than respond you turn back to the pitch, looking out at the new athletes who have joined on the field for the training camp.

“Why aren’t you out there?”

Yukimiya takes his place next to you, also leaning against the railing.

“It’s a recovery day for me.”

You simply hum in response.

“Are you still showing me around Paris tomorrow?”

“‘f course.”

Nagi’s gift to you had indeed been late. Apparently he’d been in cahoots with Isagi and Aoi (how he got her number, you have no clue) to ship you off to Europe for a vacation. Originally, Isagi was meant to be your tour guide throughout the French country. The trip had been planned to coincide with the German teams training camp in French territory. However, at the last minute Isagi was scheduled for a press conference and meetings with brands. After hearing Isagi voice his concern, Yukimiya had stepped up as your your guide.

When you asked for his reasoning his response had been, “who else do you know with more experience?”

There were a couple of names that came to mind, but none of them realistic options. So, you kept your mouth shut and thanked him instead.

Yet, now you were looking forward to whatever he might have planned for tomorrow.

“Are we meeting for breakfast?” you ask innocently.

“Mm, yeah.  There’s a nice place I think you’d enjoy.”

He follows up with his own pondering, “Has Yoichi mentioned any dinner plans for tonight?”

You're tracking the movement on the field and answer distractedly, “Mhm, something about a place a friend showed him once.”

There’s no further conversation, just your short mutterings and comments on the drills in front of you. And while you’re too busy assessing Kaiser’s form, you miss the way that Yukimiya’s gaze focuses on you and how his grin only widens at your intense focus.

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Dream big

Chapter 5

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The sun shone through the window painting your room in a beautiful light but also causing you to wake up. Today your grandpa would be coming with his team to have a practice match with the karasuno boy team and while that was exciting in and of itself, it was also nice to just get to see your grandpa again. Tobio and Rio had managed to recover by Monday that week which meant you had been able to spend the better half of last week walking home with Tsukishima. Although he hadn’t walked you home this week you guys texted a lot and ate lunch together so you couldn’t really complain.

The smell of food filled the house and soon enough reached the rooms of the two sleepyheads. It didn’t take long before the first of the two showed up. “Food?” Kageyama walked through the kitchen door, rubbing his stomach under his shirt. “This is for after the game, breakfast is on the table already” you motioned over to the freshly grilled fish on the table. “Okay, I’ll serve us rice” Kageyama expertly opened the right cabinets, putting out everyones preferred bowls and utensils. “I made some miso soup too it’s in the pot” Tobio walked over to you and placed a hand softly on your head. He wasn’t really a man of many words, more often than not he would show his appreciation physically. He’d carry your bags, softly pat your head, hug you and always help you reach the taller cabinets without you needing to ask, that’s just how he showed how much he loved and appreciated you. Even now the soft touch on your head was his way of thanking you for making his favorite right before a game. You grinned at him and finished up another container of food while getting ready to prepare more. “Why are you making so much food ri-chan?” The endearing nickname made you smile as he peeked over your head to the full containers. “I figured I’d make food for both the teams since grandpa kept hinting that he missed my food” you said and smiled up at Kageyama. “I might get there a little late but you can go ahead first with Rio” as soon as you said that, Rio came down the stairs in full volleyball gear.

“What are you doing” you gave Rio a deadpan look as she brazenly strutted into the kitchen. “Im sure I can convince grandpa to let me play atleast one game” Rio chirped with a grin. You just sighed and kept cooking. In the end Rio and Tobio ended up leaving and you stayed at home for another hour cooking.

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Everyone was on a break, having just finished their first 2 sets when you bursted through the door carrying probably 5 big bags filled with heavy containers. “Kageyama Tobio” you gasped, barely able to breathe. “Hoshi Rio”. Damn, taking a full breath had felt like a privilege in the 10 minutes it took to walk to the gym. They rushed over and took 2 bags each as you fell to the floor gasping. “I brought you food grandpa so you can’t complain anymore”. Since Rio had probably already told them about your grandpa the teams didn’t seem that surprised. “Seems you brought enough to feed a village” he chuckled and walked over to help you up. You whined about having to get up early so you could feed both teams and he laughed as he led you over to his team. “This is my other granddaughter Eri-chan, Eri-chan this is the nekoma team” you bowed at the team and gave them a small smile. “Nice to meet you I’m Tsukino Eri I play volleyball in the karasuno girl team” The members took turns introducing themselves and after the formalities were over you grab your heavy bag and walked over to the karasuno team. About half way, Tsukishima had appeared next to you, grabbing the bag from your hand. “I’m surprised you could carry all of that on your own Tsukino”

“I really thought I was gonna pass out before I made it” you sighed and leaned against his tall frame. “Didn’t know you were coach nekomatas granddaughter” Tsukishima was sulking a little over the fact that you hadn’t told him. “My moms maiden name is nekomata, don’t be jealous even Tobio only found out recently” you joked fully expecting him to tell you to shut up like he usually does when you play around. “Alright guess I’ll let it slide this time” at first you really did think he was making a joke but after he put the bag down you did see his ears turning pink as he returned to the court.

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“Okay everybody 5 minutes until the last game before we eat” you had been sitting on the bench watching the game, Rio had switched in a few times and she was doing amazing. Since you weren’t dressed to play volleyball you had been filling water bottles and handing out towels all morning. “Why didn’t you come prepared?” Your grandpa had sat down on the bench with you. “I came with 5 whole bags of food, I’d say I was pretty prepared” you acted oblivious as if you didn’t understand what the old man meant. “Hmm I see” that’s all he said…. That’s all he needed to say to let you know he was disappointed. Ever since you were little you and Rio used to practice volleyball with your grandpa and talk about how you were going to compete in the Olympics someday. Later Kageyama joined and the three of you shared the same dream. On the summer you had to be forced inside to eat and apply sunscreen because you’d spend all day playing volleyball outside. But now you sat there, on the bench, watching Tobio and Rio advance to a place all three of you used to dream of. You were fine with them getting ahead, maybe high school would be the last time you played with Rio and although it was painful you had somewhat accepted it. So why did you tear up at the simple words your grandpa had said. It wasn’t mean, he wasn’t scolding you or trying to hurt you, he was just disappointed.

Coach nekomata stood up from the bench and walked over to gather the team. “I’ll play, I’m wearing jeans shorts but I want to play” coach nekomata turned around with a smug smile “And your shoes?” Oh, you didn’t think about that-

“She can use mine, I’ve played already so I can just run home to get her things for her” Rio said already taking her shoes off. “It looks like Kozume-senpai is in need of a break anyways” Rio was awkward, she was like kageyama in the sense that talking about feelings made her tense. She wasn’t one to tell you she loved you or that she cared for you. She would just simply show it. She knew about your crush, she knew about your feelings for volleyball, damn she even knew what score you got on your last history test. Listening came easy for her. Oh, you like that guy? Let me make sure you end up on the same team. You’re struggling with history? I’ll ask you to help me study so you don’t have to do it alone. More than anything in the world Rio wanted you to be happy and even if most of her good deeds went unnoticed she didn’t mind. So if she had to give you her shoes or run home to get something just so that you could enjoy playing again, she’d gladly do it. “Thank you Rio” that’s the least she could do for you.

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The floor squeaked as Kuroo jumped and slammed the ball down, one point for you. The sun felt hot on your back but there was a slight breeze coming through the open door. It was like your senses were heightened, since the ball always made its way right into your hands it was easy to observe the other team. Observe, learn, find a gap and push through. This is so much fun. Inuoka was tall, Yamamoto needed to get a full run up, Kuroo was a beat slower you needed to adapt this is so much fun. The nekoma shirt hung loosely on your frame, bouncing as you jumped up to set the ball right into Nobuyukis hand. /this/ is so much fun. The new libero nishinoya got the ball up, now it’s their turn to attack. Kageyama got under the ball and hinata was already in the air- Boom, yaku received it, you jump up meeting Kuroo in the air ready to hit a quick. This is so much fun. Daichi got it back up, kageyama ran and their ace did the final slam, but Kuroo was right there. The sound of the whistle echoed in your ears and you pumped your fist at the victory. It was silent, or atleast that’s how it felt. The sun seemed to shine brighter than it was a moment ago and the air felt fresher. God that was so much fun.

After thanking the team for letting you play with them you walked over to Rio. “Thank you Rio” you squeezed your friend tightly which she reciprocated. “Anytime, now let’s eat food I’m starving”

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“So..do you like it?” Tsukishima had just barely finished chewing the nth side dish you had made him try. “Edible” he said nonchalantly. Truth is, it was delicious but you needed to be humbled or you would be unbearable, is what he told himself but truly he just liked teasing you. The playful banter, casual conversation and admiration was buzzing throughout the gym as everyone ate their meals and got to know each other. After lunch the teams ended up playing a few more sets, with you and Rio switching in periodically. Everyone helped with cleaning up but it was already dark when it was time to go home.

I’m really struggling with my writing, it feels dry and awkward so I kept rewriting this chapter. I feel like Tsukki and Eris comfortable feeling and like for eachother isn’t really showing the way I want it to 😔

[maffickingcowplants]

Day 2/3 of 7, Spring 2006

Back at the Goth house, the evening carries on as usual. Cassandra, Alexander, and the twins settle into their nightly routines, unaware of the tragedy that has befallen their mother. The children sit around the dining table, books and papers scattered as they work on their homework. Laughter and sibling bickering fill the air, a comforting normalcy they take for granted. They don't think twice about Bella's absence, accustomed to her being out late for work.

The next morning, Mortimer wakes up alone in their grand bed. The spot where Bella usually sleeps is cold and undisturbed. It's unusual but not alarming—Bella often slips into bed during the early hours, quiet as a whisper. Mortimer reaches for his phone, sending her a good morning text before heading downstairs to prepare breakfast for the family.

In the kitchen, he finds Cassandra already at the table, scrolling through her phone. "Have you seen your mother?" he asks, trying to keep his voice casual.

Cassandra looks up, shaking her head. "No, I thought she might still be asleep."

Mortimer nods, a slight frown creasing his brow. He busies himself with making breakfast, hoping Bella will walk through the door any moment.

As the day unfolds, Bella's absence becomes more pronounced. Alexander heads to the kitchen to grab his lunch before leaving for school. He stops short, surprised to find the counter empty. "Mom usually packs my lunch," he mutters to himself, grabbing a few items from the pantry to make a makeshift meal.

Throughout the day, Cassandra grows increasingly worried. She sends a few text messages to Bella, expecting a quick reply. When hours pass with no response, she tries calling during a break between classes. The call goes straight to voicemail. A pit forms in her stomach, but she tells herself that Bella is just busy.

Evening falls, and the twins, Augustine and Philomena, get ready for bed. Normally, Bella would come in to give them their nightly hugs and tuck them in. Tonight, they climb into bed on their own, a sense of unease settling over the household.

Mortimer sits alone in the living room, phone in hand, scrolling through old messages from Bella. He calls her again, the sound of her voicemail greeting a painful reminder of her absence. The house feels emptier than ever, and a sense of dread begins to take hold.

As night descends once more, the Goth family drifts to sleep, each member wrestling with a growing sense of worry and confusion. Bella's absence, once a matter of routine, now feels like an ominous shadow over their lives.

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Levi X Reader | So Close Yet So Far (2)

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The next few days were okay-ish since nothing happened with Eren. You were kind of disappointed that you didn't get to see him turn into a titan. You knew this wasn't some game and this was not about whether you get to play Titans or not, this was a serious topic. 

But living here has made your day so empty because back at the HQ you'd be busy the entire day with cases but here everything that comes within the radius of Eren is being checked and monitored so you don't get that many cases sent your way. 

Plus you have been monitoring the experiments that Hange is doing on him and none of them led anywhere.

You were happy that now at least you're getting some sleep during the day because you just CANNOT sleep at night. Not even in your house let alone a castle. So this one night you decided to get something warm to help you sleep. You saw some guards sitting outside the dungeon where Eren was kept. They got up to salute you but you quickly asked them to be at ease.

You appreciated how dedicated and true to their words Scouts were. You never need to cross-check anything with them like with MPs.

As you reached the mess haul you could hear some voices. You wondered why are people up at this hour? As you got closer to the gate you could hear them a little. You didn't want to eavesdrop but you wanted to know who it was since you were trying to avoid Levi's cold gaze.

"What is she even doing here? All she does is fool around all day while we are here working our asses off." said one voice. "Oh to be an official. What does she have over Zachary anyways? I've seen how he was looking over her the entire time we were there as if she is the one who was making the decisions?" "I'm sure they are up to something. She really has him in her palm, doesn't she? I mean she is hot we cannot deny that..." They continued talking but you decided it was better to walk away. This was not the first time you heard things like that.

"Leaving so early? They were just getting to the best part." said a familiar voice from behind you. You looked over and it was HIM. Distress was clear on your face. You didn't say anything and turned back around and walked back to your room. You could feel his sharp gaze following you.

One thing was clear, it was easy working with Scouts because they are true to their words but they were the same as others. Always daunting on the fact that you get to live a more comfortable life than them. Only if they knew. It was all the shiny parts that they were able to see. But you didn't blame them for it.

A few days passed and you were all having lunch outside this afternoon in the experiment grounds. You were taking updates from Levi and Hange about the progress in the experiments because till now, Eren was not able to turn at all. And then it happened.

With a loud strike of an electric bolt and a HUGE figure emerged out of thin air. As the smoke dispersed you could see it clearly. So this is what a titan looked like. Levi took you by the hand and pulled you away from it, "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" he shouted. But it was all a background noise, for the thing you see right now, is a miracle.

Within a second everyone had their swords out and pointed toward Eren's titan form. Wait, did they not believe him too? If so, then this could be a problem. As if Levi heard your thoughts he barged and tried to stop them. Continuously checking your expressions too. He knew that this is not going to look in the reports and could be a huge setback for the entire situation.

After all of that was sorted you went back to your room to complete some work. None of them stayed to talk to you, they knew they messed up. Even Hange gave you a weak smile that clearly said, "Please don't mess this up for us"It was late at night when you went to the mess hall to pass some time. It was on the first floor and had the best view.

As you entered you were happy that there was no one so you helped yourself with some warm water and sat near the window looking at the stars. "Do you ever sleep?" it was him again. Your situation with him was very weird because you can feel his eyes are always on you and when you look back he pulls them away. If it was someone else, you could have considered the possibility that they were into you but his gaze is always just so cold and empty, this could never be a possibility with him."No. But you don't either do you? We always cross paths at night" you said with a smile trying to act cool when you're VERY nervous. His expression changed a bit then went back to cold. "I might almost think that you're following me or something. Do you worry that I might do something to Eren?" you said now jokingly but half curious to know his answer.

He just went ahead and started making some tea and replied with his back towards you, "I have better things to do." You scanned his body from up and down. This was the first time you could have a good look at him. He sure was muscular and those straps only enhanced it. Not even a single crease on this shirt even though he had his sleeves folded.

As you were checking him out you realized that he can see you through the kitchen glass door and he was doing just that.

You turned your back to him again as if nothing happened when on the inside you were contemplating jumping out of the window now.

Both of you were silent until he leaned over from your back and put a cup of tea in front of you. You flinched a little which he DID notice but you acted cool.

 "Tha--nks." you thanked him thinking he'll keep it there and walk away but to your surprise he sat down next to you with his back against the window.

You looked at him surprised wanting an explanation for sudden kindness but what he said next just made you stutter like an idiot. "You'll get a better view like this." He said with a smirk.

"I- No no no no that's not it I-" you said waving your hand in front of your face. "You?" he said leaning close to your face. You just sat there like a statue and hoped that he'll disappear right then and there.

He just scoffed and leaned back again, "I'm just messing with you. You're my superior why are you always so scared of me?"

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Part 3 baby!

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At first I was like “yeah three parter but then I saw how long the third one would be and now it’s 4 lol

*three weeks later*

The alarm blared, the sun wasn’t even shining yet. Cutie groaned as they threw their arm over to hit stop on the alarm. “Too damn early for this… 3 hours…I don’t get paid enough.” They rolled out of bed and got ready for the day. It was quiet, so so quiet. All they could hear was the running of the shower, the tap when they brushed their teeth, the pop of the toaster when their bagel finished toasting, the start of their car. But other than that, silence, and that's all it’s been for three weeks. They began their journey to the fifth floor of the building.

“Hey Cutie!”, “Morning!”, “Have a great day!”. All of their co-workers greeted them, to which they responded with a half assed smile. 

“Whats going on?” said the tall serenity daemon in front of them. 

“What do you mean?” The questioned.

“Oh please you can’t hide shit from me. You can’t hide anything from my entire race. You’re upset… like greatly upset. Talk to me” 

“I am fine… Cam, please. I need to get to my office. Im already late.” They pushed passed him

“fine , but I will get an answer!” He called out after them. 

They got to their office only to be greeted with the pile of paper work they didn’t finish last night, along with a couple extra files. With a big sigh they sat down and logged into their computer. That was until they heard a knock at the door. “Come in.” they called out with out looking up from the screen or stoping their fingers flying on the key board. 

The person entered and cleared their throat, causing Cutie to finally look up. “Mason, um, hi…” they became worried, why would their supervisor come all the way to their office to talk to them.

“I’m not going to beat around the bush. You’re a good worker. A great one… most of the time. But lately-” The Fae couldn’t even finish their statement before Cutie cut them off

“Yes sir, I know. I… I’m sorry, I- I’ll stay longer tonight..” 

“You’ve been taking late nights already. Like every night. Only occasionally you leave on time. But look at your desk right now, I mean you could build a skyscraper with the files you haven’t filed yet. I’m not here to reprimand you, because the fact it that when you work, you’re one hell of a worker. But I’m worried about you. Stealth tells me that you haven’t been sleeping at night, that you’re dealing with your own demons right now. But it can’t affect your work, you must know that. Especially now, with every thing that has happened. The Inversion, the break out, Quinn.” He said heartfeltly, they knew he genuinely cared.

“Yes sir, I know… I… It wont, I won’t let what is going on affect my work. I-... I’m seeing someone on my lunch breaks. It’s just taking a little longer than expected-” Cutie tried to excuse the poor work efforts lately, but they knew that it wasn’t a good one.

“I don’t want management to let you go. Please, for my sake… do better. I really don’t want to have to train another elemental.” Mason joked but Cutie didn’t laugh.

“Yes sir.” They nodded and got back to work as Mason walked out. And from 5:00 to noon that what they did, they worked their ass off, filing the stack of papers on their desk. They would have gone longer but there was another knock at the door. The person didn’t bother to wait for a response and just opened the door. 

“Hey Cutie,” Stealth popped their head in. “We’re uh, we’re headed to Enzo’s across the street if you wanted to come.” They offered.

“Shit… it’s lunch already?” They hadn’t even realized how much time passed but when they looked back at the papers so much wasn’t done. “No… no I um. I need to meet with someone. Thanks though.” Stealth nodded their head and closed the door. Cutie logged out of the computer, standard department protocol, and headed to the elevator. Didn’t bother to grab their bag or anything. They got in the elevator and hit the 10th floor button. 

“Tenth floor. Isn't that the mental case floor?” The man who phased into visibility right behind them asked.

“Jesus! What the hell Alec.” They turned around and hit him. “God I have enough on my plate with one stealth, I don’t need you randomly appearing behind me like a psycho.” 

“Hey, it’s what I do best, so um… why you going to the tenth floor? Oh god are they giving mental exams again?” Alec groaned. 

“No. No-uh… I don’t know. But that’s not why I’m going.” 

“Then… why are you going up there?” He pushed

“No reason. Just… just gotta file some paper work for a case.” They lied.

“Riiiggghhhhttt, and that’s why you have that HUGE stack of papers in your hands.” Alec said sarcastically.

“Alec, just stop.” They snapped. 

“Okay, okay.” He held his hands up defensively. “I think this is your stop.” 

The elevator doors opened, and walked out. “Well… good luck.” Alec called out.

They walked down the hall and stoped in front of a door. They knocked three times, and the door opened. “Hey! I thought you weren’t coming.” 

“Hey Melissa, sorry just got caught up in some work.” Cutie walked in and sat in the leather arm chair.

“Well then. Should we begin?” Melissa began to pull out all the usual equipment.

“Uh… Melissa, do… do you think we could keep this one off the record? I- I mean take what ever physical notes you need… but can we cut the audio recorder?” Cutie wrung their hands nervously.

“Are we finally talking about it?” Cutie nodded in response. “Ok, yeah.” Melissa put her audio recorder back into a drawer. “So where do you want to start?”

“Where should I start?” Cutie was already dreading this.

“The beginning. The why, the how. Everything.” Melissa opened her note book.

“Well. I guess it started as far back as I can remember. I mean, growing up in… in a telepath household…. My parents didn’t talk to me until I got my powers. And before and after, nothing… I mean NOTHING was private. Any crush or partner I had, any test I didn’t do too well on, any report card I got a B on, I mean, they knew when I was changing, what I would wear before I walked down stairs. They knew when I was lying, telling the truth, there was no point in trying to hide anything.” Cutie began to cry. “But when I got… when my abilities developed… I realized just how… how fake people were. What came out of their mouth wasn’t what was playing through their minds. I- I lost friends. People I trusted who lied to me.” Then came the sobs. “I-… I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t be, crying is a part of healing. This is how you get better.” Melissa reassured. 

“Melissa… what if… what if I never get better? What if Geordi doesn’t want me back? I mean I wouldn’t want me back. Gods I’m such a fucking mental case-“ Cutie was rambling.

“Cutie… you are not a mental case, you are hurt. Years of family trauma, built up over and over. It’s trust issues. Every one has them to some level.” Melissa put her pen down. “Okay, forget notes, forget all of that. Just, talk to me” 

“I want to get better. I do. I need to get better. But… I’m scared that I’m never going to get better. What if… what if he trusts me again? Then what? I slip up and break that trust? I can’t do that….” Cutie couldn’t stop crying. They hadn’t cried like this since that day. 

“People have relapses. They have moments of weakness. But the more you work to not have those moments, the better you get. And you’ll get to the point where you won’t relapse any more.” Melissa gave Cutie soulful eyes. Caring eyes.

“He hasn’t called… hasn’t texted. Not since that night.” They looked at the ground.

“Have you ever tried to… contact him first? Maybe he wants to wait until you feel like you’re ready.” She tried to help them see the other side of it.

“What if I never feel like I’m ready? What if I take too long and… and he moves on?” The thought made their chest burn.

“Look, just. Reach out to Geordi, let him know you’re still thinking about him. That you still want him. Don’t let him go.” She pushed.

“Melissa-“

“No, don’t Melissa me. All of your what ifs will actually come true if you just sit on your ass like this. You’ve been seeing me for three weeks. Since then how many peoples minds have you slipped into?” She questioned.

“Um…” Cutie took a hard moment to think. “I- none… I mean I’ve been so focused on… well on other things. I don’t.”

“You haven’t slipped into anyone’s minds. See, that’s progress.” 

“I-… I don’t know…”

“Okay, how about some homework. You, are going to contact Geordi tonight. And update me tomorrow. Now our time is up and you should probably get back to work.” Melissa began to pack up all her stuff. 

Cutie went back to work, behind that same old desk. As they worked their mind wandered, it was always so quiet…. They wanted it to stop being so quiet. They thought about connecting to someone near their office…. Thought about using them as background noise. 

“No-“ they took a deep breath. “Music… music will help.” They brought up their Spotify and hit play on the first playlist they saw, without even looking at what it was. 

They were immediately hit with the wonderful notes of the Tetris theme song. “Fuck” they groaned. Their eyes began to well up, they pulled their legs onto the office chair and rested their head on their knees.

“Hey Cutie, I’ve got more fi-….” Stealth again walked in without a knock. “Woah… are you okay?” 

“I’m fine” they groaned without picking their head up. 

“Really? Because the fetal position in your office chair crying to the Tetris theme song does not read ‘fine’ to me…what’s going on?” The walked over and put a hand on Cuties back. 

“Geordi…. This is the stupid song that played on repeat in his head. I wanted to put music on to distract me from the silence but instead I put on the playlist that I made for Geordi ....” They tried to suppress their tears, but when they looked up at Stealth there were wet spots on their pants and they had red puffy eyes. 

“I’m sorry…” Stealth pulled them into a hug. “You want to come over to my place tonight? Have a self care night. Maybe we can rope Milo into it… paint each others nails and everything.” They said very excitedly

“No, I have… other thing I need to do. Maybe some other time.” They thought about the homework Melissa had given them. Contact Geordi…. 

That night they stayed extra late, the thousands of files they had to deal with got cut down to the 30s by the time they clocked out. They drove home in silence, they made a cup of instant noodles in silence. It was all so quiet. 

Sitting down on the couch, cup of noodles in hand, they used their other hand to pull out their phone. 

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The phone buzzed, once, twice, three times, Geordi groaned and picked it up. “Hello?” His voice groggy, who would be calling him this late into the night. 

The person on the other end didn’t speak. “Hello?” He asked again only to be answered with silence. Finally he pulled the phone away to look at the contact information. 😚💜✨Cutie✨💜😚 

He put the phone back to his ear “Listen if you have nothing to say to me fine. But don’t call at one in the morning only to say nothing.” He was going to hang up when he heard the gentile tone of their voice.

“Wait… I’m sorry… for waking you… it- it’s not one am…” He imagined them shaking their head in refusal.

“Yeah… it is. Check the clock.” He replied.

“Damn…” they breathed

“Did you just get off work?” Geordie knew them, they’d work themselves to death on rare occasions when he had an out of town business trip. 

“Um… yeah… well, like an hour ago.” Their voice was soft, something he missed, something he longed for.

“What time did you go in?” He sighed.

“Seven… I- I had a lot of work to do.” They tried to justify.

“Cutie-… that’s not healthy.” He rubbed his temple.

“I… I know… I’m sorry.” 

“Can I ask, why’d you call?” Geordi wanted to ask that from the start.

“I… um…. I don’t actually know…” Great, their tired, probably drunk, and don’t know what they’re doing. Wait… drunk.

“Cutie… are you drunk?” He asked worried.

“No- no I’m not drunk.” The replied super fast. “Look in all honesty, um, my therapist gave me some homework to um… to reach out and contact you tonight. I don’t know what she wanted me to say but… I did it. I guess. If you want to hang up now that’s totally fine.” 

Therapist? Had they actually started to go see one? Of course they did, they said they would. They wouldn’t lie. Hell they told him when they invaded his boundary, even knowing the consequences, they told him. “Therapist?” 

“Uh-… we’ll… more like a department hired psychologist you know, detective can deal with some… some serious stuff so they have someone there in case…” they drifted off. “Uhm, but I’ve been seeing her for a while.” 

“How do you think you’re doing?” He had wanted to check in but ofcourse his brain alway distracted him and he ended up forgetting until late that night when he figured they’d be in bed. But looking at the time now it’s safe to assume that they most likely weren’t. 

“I-… I don’t know… I mean. She’s helped me find ways of dealing with it-“

“It? What’s it?” He cut them off.

“Oh… um… the- the silence. I guess I kinda understand why they use solitary confinement as punishment for inmates now.” They joked and chuckled. “But she’s helped me find ways. Instead of entering someone’s mind I just… put on some music, or a tv show or something to distract me. I have to admit though, it’s not always easy to.” They gave another chuckle. He tried to imagine the small smile they normally have with a chuckle like that. But it had honestly been a while he could only half see it, ouch… that hurt.

“Yeah, well no ones said it would be easy.” Shit that came out harsher than intended. 

There was a good thirty second of silence. “We um. We talked about my family today.” .Geordi’s jaw dropped. They hadn’t even talked about their family with Him before. 

“Oh- wow. Um thats great.” Gerodi gave them mental praise. They had to have been going to her for a while if they were that ready, or at least known her for a long time. The only person he could recall they said they told about their family was Stealth.

“Yeah… I guess…” there was yet again prolonged awkward silence.

“Hey, when um.. Whens your next day off?” Geordie broke the silence by asking.

“Oh- um… I’m not exactly sure… why?” They sounded confused.

“Um, why don’t we go grab a coffee or something. I miss you Cutie. I told you I didn’t want you out of my life and I still don’t. But, don’t feel like you have to meet up with me. I mean I imagine you’re a little pissed with me. I mean, I walked out when you needed me, and then I kept forgetting to call. That had to have messed with you a lot.” Geordie fully understood what a crappy move that was. He had told Cutie before he left that just because theres good intentions behind something doesn’t mean that its good. So just because he had genuinely forgotten… doesnt mean it wasn’t a terrible thing to do.

“Y-yeah.. I’d like that… I um… I’ll text you and let you know when.” He could almost hear their smile and it warmed his heart. He got the feeling that was the first time they genuinely smiled in a while.