#but ouch. i think the meet and greet just hurt

[midnight-bay-if]

Alright, everyone else gets angst posting, I’ll give it a shot.

How would the RO’s react to some sort of spell being cast on the MC, making them think their father is there? Some sort of ploy to get the MC closer to them, probably for harm.

Loving the story so far!!! :)

(Ouch, this hurts... My fellow pain enjoyers, rejoice! Also, apologies that this took so long to get to.)

S: They see it. The clarity in your eyes fog over, the once bright light filling with murky water. It's a sight S has witnessed often. You have been hit with a powerful curse to dominate your mind and fill your head with painful visions.

"Dad..."

You whisper the familial title like a solemn prayer, reaching out into the empty space before you, and S's chest lurches. They do not hesitate to act. In moments, they stand in front of you, grasping your face with both hands as they stare into your eyes, filling your vision with them rather than what they can only imagine coaxes you behind them.

"It isn't real. Look at me," they order, pressing their forehead against yours. "I'm so sorry, my love, but it isn't real. Whoever has cast this curse on you means to harm you, and I will not let that happen. Keep your eyes closed, darling. Keep them closed until I can take it away."

Rain: Rain doesn't understand what is happening. One moment, both of you were enjoying a bit of banter, a playful back-and-forth with teasing insults, before it stopped. Everything stopped.

"MC?"

Nothing. Then, something. You look straight past them as you call out to the darkness. "Dad..."

"Oh, no."

In a flash of realisation, Rain steps between you and the apparition. Anybody or anything willing to conjure up an image of your greatest wound does not have good intentions, but Rain cannot fight what they do not see.

"I'm sorry for this, MC," they whisper, clasping a hand firmly over your eyes. "Your dad isn't there, MC, I promise you that. I'm so sorry that I can't make it different."

Taj: Taj senses it before they see it. Something in the air, like a crack of electricity whipping across their skin. It causes the scars to ache. Then, Taj turns to you, ready to ask if you are sensing something similar. But what they are greeted with terrifies them.

Your usual colourful eyes have dampened as if a dark smog is purposefully shutting out the light. It scares them.

"Dad..."

Taj watches as you reach for an empty space, an lifeless smile on your face.

"Oi, Koel, snap out of it." Taj snaps in front of your face, their heart beating rapidly in their chest. When you keep reaching out to nothingness, Taj grabs your hand and holds it to their chest. "There's nothing there, so stop it. Please."

When even that doesn't seem to work, Taj snaps. "Oh, fuck it." With their forehead pressed firmly against yours, they hold you in place.

"Listen to me right now. Your dad is dead. You spent your entire life fucking shit up because of it, and I fuckin' love you for that. No matter how shit things got, you never gave up. So don't you dare fall to this now. Ya hear me?"

N: N knows dark magic when they see it. They are sure to some their magic could be considered dark. In their opinion, a little mind-reading wasn't really hurtful... Well, that was what they believed until meeting you. Now, they see you reaching out into nothing and feel their burning skin turn cold.

"Dad..."

"Oh, no you don't," they mutter, standing between you and the nothing you reach for. "Sorry, my dear, but I get terribly jealous. I can't let just anyone inside your head."

N is inside you in an instant. For once, they don't wish to see. Instead, they concentrate hard on creating some kind of barrier to stop access. "Feel free to punish me later. I'll wait with anticipation."

Umbra: Umbra has spent far too long gazing into your eyes. They have every tiny variation of colour seered into their mind. The instant the colour of your eyes becomes muted, their already pallid skin grows paler.

"Dad..."

They turn towards where you reach for, and they realise you are grasping at nothing.

This isn't like them. This moment isn't like theirs. They had no body to lose; it was given. But it breaks their heart to think you might believe this is possible thanks to what they are.

With a tentative touch, Umbra reaches up to cup your cheek, hoping the cold of their touch might serve as a light raft to pull you to safety from wherever your mind lays adrift. "Feel the cold, MC. Feel what is real, and know what is not. I'm sorry, I know it is selfish, but I need you back with me."

[theorphicangel]

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. | 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨’𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Tags: enemies to lovers, college au, smut, 18+, slow burn,

Synopsis: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single, brooding man in possession of a good future in genetics, must be in want of a girlfriend.

Or at least a fake one to get his family off his back.

(college au & fake dating trope ft my favourite grumpy man who doesn't fall first but ends up falling harder. ouch.)

Taglist: @oharasfilipinawife @palesatan @yougavemeyourheartyouknow @amelialysm @crimin4llyins4ne @strawberryjuice9 @beezusvreeland @faretheeoscar

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chapter 3: war and anything but peace

“Are you still upset by that review?” Lyla prompts, chewing her morning toast loudly in front of you.

You groan aloud in response to her comment, auditory proof that if it wasn’t obvious enough by your body language and mood for the past forty eight hours, yes, you were still pissed.

That bastard almost cost you your job. Your very first job in fact since you had made it to college and he had almost made you lose it.

“I swear if I see him around on campus today, there’s no promise that I’ll stop myself from drop-kicking him.” you warn in a low tone as you peer into the fridge searching for something to eat.

Your shoulders drop in disappointment as the bare white corners of the refrigerators grimly greet you and your hungry stomach, guess you’ll just have to go grocery shopping later.

But for now you think that you can settle on an omelette to satisfy your needs. You take what you need and head over to the counter to prepare your breakfast.

The meeting on customer etiquette wasn’t too bad. Steve was…nice about it in a slightly condescending way. You just wished that you were given a chance to explain yourself from your own perspective, to try and prove that you weren’t actually trying to be rude.

Although, an upside of the meeting was that you’re now being taught on how to use the machines properly in the cafe.

“He almost cost me my job, Ly’.“ you note to your roommate, cracking two eggs into a bowl before whisking.

“Ah see, key word: almost.” She points out gleefully. “From an optimistic point of view, you still have your job right?”

You huff as you whisk, muttering. “Barely.” Your motions fastened quickly, gripping the whisk tightly. The thought of him proudly posting that comment makes you want to rage and you do so, letting your anger out on the current task of whisking eggs.

You groan aloud again, pouring the beaten eggs into the pan. “I just still can’t believe he did that to me. He barely fucking knows me.”

“Mhmm, like you’ve been saying for the past two days.”

“He’s publicly humiliated me, and now the whole campus knows that I’m the shitty barista at the cafe.”

“Not everyone–” Lyla quips up, a light smile drawn over her lips. “No one reads google reviews, if he really wanted to hurt you he’d go on yelp.” she snorts.

“Lyla, that’s not funny.” you deadpan, turning to face her.

She raises her hands, seated at the table. “Okay, okay, it’s not like I’ll give him any ideas, I haven't even met the guy myself.”

“It’s hard to miss him.” you mutter under your breath, specifically referring to his height.

“What was that?” Lyla posed, not hearing your response.

“Nothing, nothing, m’sorry I just…it was really embarrassing having to be talked down to by my manager about not doing my job properly, like it was so condescending. If I mess up one more time, then I thinkI’m gone for good Ly’. Even MJ was surprised to hear me come back.”

“Maybe you should get revenge.” Lyla notes, finishing up the last of her toast.

“What? Like murder him?”

“Woah, woah, hey there missy I wasn’t thinking about going that–“

“I was joking Lyla.”

A silence creeps in between the two of you, the sound of the eggs frying and Lyla’s crunch of toast being the only sounds in the room. As the scent of the omelette rose in the kitchen, you let yourself get carried away by your thoughts. Only a little bit. You know you said that you wouldn’t think about it anymore but you just can’t stop thinking about wrapping your hand around his large, veiny…

“I think you’re burning your omelet.” Lyla interrupts suddenly and as a result forces you to unconsciously squeak out your ongoing thoughts.

“Neck!” you say aloud.

“What?”

“What?” you repeat after her, dazed and confused.

“I said I think you’re burning your breakfast, babe.”

“Oh shit—”

/

Following your public mishap, you’ve returned to work. Eager to start over on a new leaf. MJ shows you all the basic tricks and shortcuts needed for the job which you note step by step in your head.

It goes smoothly, once you clock in. You make sure to smile at every customer, greet them with a cheerful tone, and try hard to put in all of your efforts to make up for what happened last week. So far it looks like no one really knows about the bad review online and you loosen up at the thought.

Lyla was right, you think. You had absolutely nothing to worry about.

MJ agrees too, praising you a few hours into your shift. “You’ve seemed to handle it well. Most people would have crumbled for good after having a talk with Steve.” You nod eagerly at her words, your eyes brightening up slightly.

“Have you thought about what you’ll do if he comes in again?” She asks, referencing back to your crude insult directed at him.

Sure, you had thought about a way to get revenge. In fact you had compiled a list of ways to get him to delete the review, that’s the only way that you’ll truly be able to move on from the situation.

Hesitating, you think about your answer before you speak, choosing from the list of possible methods to convince him.

“I’ll kill him with kindness.” you say, smiling before you hand the next customer a drink.

MJ hums. “And if that doesn’t work?”

“Then I’ll make him regret it.”

That’s all you get the chance to say before the devil himself walks into the cafe. MJ gives you a nudge, signaling you to get back to the till and take his order. This is the first time you’ve seen him since you’ve found out about the review.

Pulling on a fake smile and exaggerating your cheerful tone, you greet the tall and brooding customer in front of you.

“Good morning, what would you like today?” you greet, an eager smile on your face.

Miguel cocks up a brow, peering down at you. You don’t seem bothered in the slightest. He wonders if you’ve even read the comment yet.

“Coffee, milk, no sugar.” His face remains deadpan. You hum lightly, tapping his order into the till. You watch him pay, swiping his card without a second glance.

“I’ll bring it right over for you.”

MJ prepares his order for him whilst you get through the rest of the queue.

Just like before, you walk over to his table, isolated from the rest of the people in the cafe. You figure that he’s a loner in general and judging by his behavior, it’s not hard to see why.

“The nerve that you have.” you murmur, practically placing down his coffee with aggression. So much so that the hot liquid overspills on the table.

“Excuse me?” He frowns, his brows furrowed deeply, creating a crease.

Awh. He’s playing innocent.

“Your review. I saw it.”

He takes a moment before speaking again, his frown now switching back to a sort of smug face.“I was wondering if you saw that.” He mumbles. “What’d you think about it?”

That smile. That goddamn smile. You think you picked up his eyes lighting up just as the pure mention of the review. What a sadistic man.

You hold back a smirk as his eyes meet yours. They’re playful, teasing. He barely knows who you are yet plays into the temptation of learning how to push your buttons.

You batter your eyelashes on purpose, remembering to stick to your method of kindness.

“Anything else I can get for you, Miguel?”

His name slips easily from your mouth in a sultry tone. You weren’t really expecting that to come out of you and judging by the way that Miguel’s eyes widened slightly, you think that he wasn’t expecting it either. He sort of likes the way you make his name sound like that.

“Nope I’m good for now, nena. Pretty good service today, maybe last week was a fluke.”

“Maybe it was.” you say and suddenly your hopes are raised. Here’s your chance.

“Perhaps my service is good enough to take down the review now?” you propose, a smile printed across your face falsely. You take out a tissue from the metal box on his table and lean down to wipe away the split remnants of his coffee.

Your face is so close to his, you can practically feel his eyes bore into your skull as you wipe his table clean.

Miguel is so focused on you that he doesn’t even notice the words slipping from his lips. “I’ll think about it.”

“Really?” You glance up, now eye-level with him as you’re half bent over the table. Miguel leans closer to you, his face just a few centimeters away from yours. Your stomach fills with anxiety and apprehension but you’re not really sure why. His eyes never leave yours and you’re fighting every single muscle in your body to keep your own latched onto his own brown and intimidating eyes.

Miguel hums lowly, his voice low and rough as he whispers. “But you’re gonna have to try better than that if you want the review taken down, nena. I can practically smell the desperation from you. It’s…sad.”

Right there and then you swore that you have never wanted to kick a guy in the balls. His cocky attitude, the way that he looks down at you when he stands from his table,

You take a deep breath, shutting your eyes. You stand up fully, crumpling the paper tissue in your hand. “Fine. Keep your stupid review.”

“What?”

“Keep it up. You’ll regret it.”

Miguel snorts, clearly judging you. “Should I be scared?”

“I dunno’…should you?” you say, tilting your head. This time you’re not afraid to keep eye contact with him. He doesn't scare you and you shouldn't let him know how intimidated you are by him.

The two of you observe each other for a few seconds, waiting to see who’ll back down first. Your fists are clenched by your sides, your body and mind screaming at you to look away.

And unfortunately, you give in to your natural instincts.

Miguel opens his mouth to say something to you, probably something to tease you even more until his phone buzzes in his pocket. He immediately pulls it out and reads an incoming message that’s popped up on his home screen.

That frown that you once saw at the beginning of the conversation had now returned. This time his expression seemed a little more…unsettled.

“I gotta go.” He says abruptly, before downing his latte. Your eyes can't help but notice the way that his Adam apple moves as he drinks the beverage, causing the uneasy tension to return back to your stomach… again.

“You should get back to work.” He mutters, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Don’t keep the queue waiting because then you’ll actually start living up to the review y’know?”

You’re quick to open your mouth to voice back a quick-witted reply when MJ calls out your name. You turn back to see her glancing over at you from the coffee machines.

“Hey! A little help here?”

Your shoulders sag at the thought of leaving your task unaccomplished. Shuffling away from his table, you move back to your station, entirely missing the way that Miguel turns back to look at you before he leaves.

Looks like he wins this one.

For now.

You - Nil

Miguel - 1

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[captainpulisic]

take my hand, wreck my plans - m. mount

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you had grabbed masons phone because he had asked you to. he had texted one of the boys a question hours ago and asked you to check if there was a response. there wasn’t anything strange about this, you and mason were friends who were close enough to check each other's phones. he was too occupied playing fifa, anyway. 

yet, as soon as you put in his passcode and his home screen greets you (a picture of the both of you with summer), a notification pops up at the top. its a message from a… priscilla?

tomorrow is good for me, i can’t wait <3

you stare at the screen in shock, even long after the message has disappeared from the screen. of course you expected mason to be talking to girls, why wouldn’t he? he’s handsome, charming and really nice. you should feel happy for him, he deserves to find someone and maybe this priscilla is that someone. okay ouch, just the thought of that being true hurt more than you had anticipated. 

“what’d chris say?”

“hm? oh yeah,” quickly diverting back to your original mission. “he said no, to ask kai.”

mason hums at that, finishing his latest game. before he can start another match, you lean your head on his shoulder, facing him. 

“so, wanna hang out tomorrow?” you ask, nonchalantly.

“er i can’t, sorry love.” he pauses before continuing. “i have plans.” 

“what type of plans?”

“with a friend, might meet up with them.”

“you have other friends besides me? i thought only i had the privilege of knowing you.” you feign shock. “do i know who this lucky person is?”

his cheeks get a tint red, “you don’t know her, i think.”

you poke his cheek at this, “her? you have plans with a her? sounds like you have a date to me, masey.”

he rolls his eyes, “she texted me back didn’t she?”

“hmm? I don't recall what you’re talking about.”

“you're just so nosey, aren’t you?” playfully, he taps your nose twice. you both can’t help but laugh as you continue to feign ignorance. 

giving him an innocent smile, “i do have a nose, thank you for finally noticing.” 

“smart ass.”

you keep up this charade. laughing and teasing him about his impending date because if you really thought about it, you’re sure you'd want to lay down and cry. you love him, you’ve loved him for quite some time. and just because you’re too afraid to admit it doesn’t mean he can’t find someone who will tell him they’re interested. mason deserves to be loved, and to be told he’s loved. and you love him just enough to stand aside and let him be loved by whomever he wants, even if it's not you. it’s all very bittersweet. 

“it’s getting late, I should get going.” you begin to grab your belongings, forcing a smile in his direction. before he can protest, you’re already heading down the hallway. he’s not slow to follow. “hope your plans go well.”

he pulls you in for a hug and kisses your nose when you pull away, “text me when you’re home, okay? bye nosey.”

as you begin the short distance to your own flat, your heart hurts even more. thoughts full of mason and her won’t leave you alone. how can someone so beautiful make you feel so horrible?

- 

the next day, the grey clouds are more present in the london sky than ever. a perfect reflection of your horrid mood. barely forcing yourself to get up, you hear your phone buzz with a new message.

getting ready for my plans :) just wanted to let you know that the boys are getting together later tonight at the usual spot. they want you to stop by and I do too. friend and I will probably head there after.

okay, that hurt. how can he say ‘i want you there’ but then mention he’s bringing his date along? he truly will be the death of you, you swear. before getting the chance to type up some half hearted response, an incoming call from sophia pops up. 

as soon as you accept, “she lives!”

“hey soph, everything alright?”

“no, we haven’t seen you in forever!” sophia scoffs, “mason keeps you all to himself!”

you can barely make out kai in the background, “the lover boy has to let everyone know she's taken.”

letting out a dry laugh, you tell sophia to tell kai to shut it. “yeah, well my supposed lover boy is currently on a date with someone else, so.”

“oh, that’s not-”

cutting her off, not wanting to go into more details of masons love life, that doesn’t include you. “are you guys going to this thing later tonight?”

sophias lovely voice is undeterred, “of course, we are! why? aren’t you?”

“i’m not entirely sure,” you hesitate. sophia was one of the few people you told about your unreciprocated crush. she always told you tell him, to put yourself out there. she swore on all the stars that he felt the same way, that ‘it was obvious to everyone’ mason was in love with you. she promised that you two were meant to be, you both just couldn’t see it yet. in a low whisper, “what if it’s weird? he’s bringing her by, he told me himself.”

you hear kai protest, followed by several moments of shushing and heated, argumentative whispers. you stand by while you hear them lowly bicker and sophia send him away. tone full of sympathy, “i don’t know why he’d bring her but you should still come. we’ve all been wanting to see you and i know mason will be really disappointed if you're not there.”

as if she can hear your internal battle with your thoughts, she adds a hopeful, “please?”

“oh, alright. just please don’t leave me alone with them at any moment.”

-

the club is too noisy for your liking. the music is louder than usual and there's twice as many people. everyone seems to be having a good time, trying to forget the string of bad luck they’ve had with recent games. well, everyone except you. your mind is running a mile a minute, dreading the moment mason shows up with her.

this bad feeling wasn’t going away, especially when you realised everyone was here, minus him. was the date going so well that they had lost track of time, lost in each others presence? were they already in love and eloping? god, you needed another drink.

you’re sat at one of the booths, opposite sophia and kai. she’s kept true to her word, sticking by you to make sure you’re not alone when the impending doom comes. they’re both drinking and enjoying the night, making sure to include you in all the conversations. you’ve tried to contribute and match their moods, not wanting to bring them down. it just wasn’t working. your brain won’t shut up about mason and it’s become quite depressing. 

kai slides you a shot glass filled with who knows what, “drink, you’ll feel better.”

trying to muster up a genuine smile, “thanks, I just don’t feel too well tonight.”

sophia and him exchange a long look before they give you a sympathetic smile. they’ve seen the sadness in your eyes and how you keep glancing at the entrance behind them. you can see them having a conversation, an argument with their eyes. sophia reaches across the table to grab your hand, “we can leave, want us to walk you home?”

“no, stay, enjoy your night off.” you begin to get up and gather your stuff. trying to give them your best, fake smile, “it’s not far and I could use this time to think.”

“going straight home?” kai ask, not looking up as he’s too busy texting.

“straight home- i'll text you when i’m there.” you direct the last part to sophia, giving a small wave as you leave the booth.

stepping out into the cold night, you’re met with a busy crowd of people walking on the sidewalks. the world seems so happy tonight, even the stars are shining bright. it’s as if they're all mocking you right now. 

as you continue down the road, your traitorous mind begins to think about mason. you’re reflecting on your unrequited love, on how he’s never shown to feel the same about you. the universe was cruel for having you meet the sweetest, most handsome man on the planet and making him just your friend. every step you take brings forward a detail you love about him. how he throws his head back when he laughs, how he actually laughs with his whole body. how he always has to be touching you one way or another, let it be a hand on your lower back or your pinkies interlocked (something all good friends probably do, right?).  another step, another thought of how he’s always the first person you want to tell good and bad news to. once, he confided that he thought the exact same thing about you, and said he “just wanted to tell you everything, always”. you’re positive you’d follow that man to the ends of the earth.

years of pining and yearning and obsessively waiting for just a crumb of attraction back. that’s all you’ve ever asked the universe for. you scoff to yourself as you round the street to your flat. if the universe was ever so kind, it’d deliver mason to your doorstep, wrapped up in a bow. 

once you’re stood in front of your door, you keep true to your word and dial sophias number. 

“hey soph,” you can barely hear her response, the club music bleeding out from the background. digging your keys out of your bag, you continue, “well, i just wanted to let you know I just got home.”

“oh, uhm good,” she sounds hesitant. “is mason not there yet?”

what?

“no.” you trail off. “why the bloody hell would mason be here?”

instead of answering, she hangs up. or maybe the signal was too weak that the call disconnected. still confused by her question and lack of answers, you call her again. no answer. you call again, no answer. more muddled than before, you dial kai’s number. maybe sophias phone just died?

too busy cursing kai for not answering either, you don't hear the car parking right in front of you. the universe was being too cruel to you today, it was really unfair. 

when you do notice the looming car in the dimly lit street, you panic. frantically, you’re trying to find your pepper spray as a shadowy figure gets out of the car. your voice cracks, “don’t come any closer! i’ve been trained in the arts of karate!”

“you took one lesson when you were nine, spare me.” 

you hear masons laugh as he says it. your body betrays you and instantly relaxes when it hears that wonderful sound. it feels like home and spring and everything nice.

“mason,” you're confused and sad and in love and your heart won’t stop beating a mile a minute. in seconds, he’s met you at the tops of the stairs. “what are you doing here? didn’t you have those plans with your special friend?”

“i did.” the idiot has the audacity to blush. cheeks rosy and he’s looking very shy all of a sudden. gone is all the confidence he’s always oozing. “but the more time i tried to spend with her, the more i realized i couldn’t be there because i was in love with someone else.”

“cheers.” you force a weak smile. “good news for you, bad news for your friend.” 

you don’t know what else to say. knowing he’s on a date with someone hurts but him flat out telling you he’s already in love with a different girl? it’s a knife to the heart.

mason looks at you in disbelief. he couldn’t believe you weren’t getting what he was trying to confess to you. “yeah well, i told kai to try to stall you while I got to the club but he texted me, freaking out, that you were leaving. told me to come straight here, instead.”

“why?” you take a step back, anxious about where this is going.

“why?” he repeats, taking a step closer to you. “so I could tell the girl that I love, that I’m stupidly in love with her. and to hope she’ll say it back.”

“you’re in love with me?” you’re barely able to whisper. you have to point a finger to your chest, still not convinced he could be talking about you.

“yes,” he takes another step closer when you take another one back. “I kept dragging the date along, hoping to feel an ounce of what I feel when we’re together and I couldn’t. I probably sound like a complete prick saying I realized my feelings for you while on a date with someone else, i’m sorry. but I just kept wishing it was you with me, I kept hoping to hear your voice. I love your voice, have I ever even told you that? because I do, it’s really lovely. just like your face, I think your face is really lovely. everything about you, really.”

he was rambling, and gods help him, it looked like he hadn't exhaled once throughout his whole speech. you kept trying to say something, hoping to give him a chance to catch his breath. but just like him, your brain was short circuiting. 

“you love me?” was all you could manage. your mind still couldn’t comprehend this was truly happening. the universe couldn’t be this kind.

“I have for the longest time, I was just too dense to realize it.”

“oh god, mason!” you can’t help but laugh at this bizarre situation. “i’ve loved you since forever but I didn’t think you felt the same. ask sophia, she knows. kai probably knows, too.”

“no way,” mason shakes his head, looking down at you. “he would always tell me to ask you out but i’d tell him you’d never see me that way. he called me stupid many, many times.”

“so everyone knew we were two idiots that couldn’t see we loved each other?” you look up at him, baffled. at this point, he had trapped you between him and the front door. him pressed against you, hands sneaking around your waist. instinctively, your hands find their way onto his shoulders. his body heat was making you feel dizzy, you didn’t even try to fight the lovesick smile on your face.

“‘m afraid so, love.” 

from an outsider's perspective (sophia and kai and, basically, the whole team), it was kind of endearing how you two could be so dense to such obvious pining. yet, at the same time, very frustrating. 

you had imagined kissing mason millions of times. you imagined how soft his lips would be, if those ridiculously expensive breath mints he was always chewing really did taste like strawberries. you had spent countless nights dreaming of how he would hold you, of how gentle or in control he would be. 

for the first time tonight, you decide to have courage and meet mason halfway. here he is, putting his heart on his sleeve and the least you can do is the same. bodies already together, all you need to do is raise your tiptoes and brush his lips. it’s shy and nervous, more of a touch than a kiss. that’s not enough to satisfy mason, though. not wanting to wait any longer, his hands go up to your head and bring your mouth to his. 

and your imagination? nothing compared to the real thing. it’s messy and desperate and you feel both of you smile into it. oh, those stupid mints really do work.

you only pull away when it is absolutely necessary for air and not a second sooner. both of you adorn stupidly sick smiles as he tries to chase your lips. trying to find something to say, you’re at a loss for words. your mind hasn’t been able to recover, mentally doing somersaults. you finally have him, the way you’ve wanted him for the longest time. so why speak? nothing else has to be said right now. you both know everything you want to say to each other. in a way, you two have always known. plus, how could you say anything else when he’s already leaning in for another kiss?

loving mason was a wonderful thing but having him love you back? the gods and universe and fates couldn’t have given you anything more heavenly.

[wosoluver]

To undo a mistake

Part 13/17 - previous - next

Lena x Bayern Player!reader

Lena Oberdorf Masterlist

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Lena's pov

I couldn't get it of my mind. From the moment those words came out of her mouth. Goodnight schatz. Even if she only let it out while slightly drunk. And at the end of the day, it's always the same question. What we say while drunk, should count as nothing or should it count double?

In anyway it felt so sweet hearing that once again. And in the morning while catching the plane, it was everything we had shared that lulled me into sleep.

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Summer break had finally came. And I started the process of moving to Munich. I would stay at Lea's while I went apartment hunting.

Tonight we were going clubbing. The girls had organized everything, apparently my job was to just show up at Klara's for a pre game.

When Lea and I went into the apartment, there was a big welcome home sign.

"This is so cheesy. But thank you guys."

As I hugged everyone, couldn't help but notice Y/N wasn't there. And Syd had noticed.

"She'll meet us at the club with the others. Now how about we do a round of shots to get the party started?"

Arriving at our booth at the club, I had instantly let my smile grow at the sight of her.

"Hey, welcome! Sorry I couldn't be at Klara's, I had to pick Ana up." - She gave me a awkward hug, just like the last time we'd seen each other.

Funny enough, I hadn't noticed the girl next to her, until she brought up her name.

"Good to see you." - I tried to say it in the most friendly way I could manage, while greeting Ana.

"You too." - She said with a tight lip smile.

Despite being seated next to her most of the night we had barely talked. And then she had decided to go to the dance floor.

Which is where we stood now.

Me sitting down, drinking up, while she was up on the dance floor, dancing against someone else.

The sight of her dancing with anyone was enough to make me red. But the fact she was once again with Ana made me boil.

"Hey don't look so grim, this whole thing is for you!

I know the reason behind that face, and all I can say is go for it. But without causing a mess, please." - Said the older woman.

But once again I only followed half of the advice.

Getting to her through the small crowd was the hard part.

At least it's what it felt like after a couple drinks. She had her back turned, so as I came close I put a hand on her hip.

"Hey, it's just me." - I said into her ear as I noticed I made her jump. But she only gave my hand a squeeze not even turning.

reader's pov

I was just fixed on enjoying myself, until I noticed Ana had stopped dancing.

"I'm going to rest a little." She said as she left for the booth.

Finally turning to face Lena. Her checks were already tinted from the heat and the drinks.

"I don't like the way she thinks you belong to her." She said into my ears.

"No need to be jealous." to say I was a little devilish when drunk, was a fair statement. "I can be friends with everyone."

"Friends huh?"

"Can we do a chugging contest like we always used to?"

"Only if you're ready to lose."

"You wish, let's go."

I pulled her through the crowd, straight pass the booth and into the bar area.

"Ready?" she asked and I only nodded. "Go."

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"How does it feel to be proved wrong?" I asked as I finished my beer.

"Quite nice actually." by now she had a stupid smile on her face. "I'm ordering something else. Want anything?"

"I'll share with you." I said without even asking her if she was okay with that. It was just automatic, like the feelings the two of you shared. It was automatic, every time you were around each other they would just resurface.

You guys finished the liquid before heading back to dance some more. But this time Lena had all your attention to herself. And it was good while it lasted.

"Ouch my feet hurt."

"That's why I never wear heels."

You were already pouting at her.

"Fine, let's get you home."

You stopped by the table to say your goodbyes, and let everyone know you were leaving.

"I'm taking this one home." At this point yes you were both drunk, but it was easy to tell you were a little more intoxicated than her.

"You can't drive!"

"'m not planning on it. We're ubering. Just want to make sure she gets home safely."

"Here's my car keys. Please don't crash it! Ana are you getting a ride with the girls?" You spat everything out without even taking a pause.

Lena was desperately looking at the girls so one of them would take charge. She deserved this win, and they all knew it. You would never leave Ana if it meant she would have to go home alone.

"I'll take her home. I've barely had anything to drink." One of them said grabbing your keys, much to Lena's relief.

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[razorblade180-heated]

Early Christmas Gift

[Warning, smut. Like the whole thing]

It had been a looooog day for Jaune Arc. The end of a crazy mission that had far too many explosions, the loss of his wallet for half the day which forced him to miss his boat, and finally, bad turbulence on a flight all the way back to Vale. Now it was the dead of night and he was wheeling his luggage down the sidewalks. At least he didn’t vomit on the ride, this time.

“Note to self, Vacou kids are amazing pickpockets.” He mumbled aloud. Thank goodness Ren was quick on his feet and that Nora could be as scary as she could be sweet. If not, things could’ve been worse. Now that he was back in the city, his Scroll was practically blowing up with messages. Notably, his girlfriend, Yang, called a little more than Ruby. Before he could finally return a call, his scroll rang with Yang’s name.

He laughed nervously and smiled, preparing himself as he answered. “H-”

“SO YOU ARE ALIVE!? WHAT THE HECK MAN!?” The blonde yelled, relieved and annoyed.

Honestly, less aggressive than he expected. “Hi baby. I’m sorry.” Jaune deflated as he spoke. “Today has been a day.”

“That’s putting it mildly. Weren’t you supposed to be home seven hours ago? Did the mission go south? You didn’t get hurt did you?”

“No, the mission was pretty Nora core. All and all we made good time but then someone stole my stuff, missed my boat; lots of other very, very exhausting stuff. I’m walking home as we speak.”

“Wow. That’s…definitely a lot. Wait, you’re walking? It’s nearly midnight. You could’ve called me or someone to pick you up from the port.”

“I figured everyone was asleep.”

“Get real. Do you really think I’d be sound asleep before I knew you were okay?”

Those words warmed his heart greatly. “Thanks Yang. I’m fine though. Vale isn’t some ghost town at night. I am sorry though. We had plans to meet today. You must’ve been waiting a while.”

“You…could say that.” Yang laughed sheepishly. “Here I was, ready to see my boyfriend after we finished our missions and his annoying personal challenge was achieved.”

“A month without sex is a test of will and power.” He defended.

“November is the time for good food and being thankful. Anything else is wild. Besides, we’ve both gone years without fun stuff. Why add a month?”

“Heh, I don’t think being a single or a virgin counts. You’re just opted in at that point. How did your mission go by the way?”

“Got home on time.”

“Ouch… where’d the warmth go?” He teases.

“I know you’re fine now. If you want warmth then…maybe I should see you?”

“You’re an island away. Even if you caught the final flight I’d feel guilty. Though if it makes you feel better…I’ve been missing you all day.”

“…Always the charmer. I’ve definitely been missing you too.” She said, a little more bashful than usual.

“There’s always tomorrow. I’m definitely not going anywhere. Aside from grocery shopping.”

“Have you eaten?”

“My apartment should still have something edible. I’ll probably grab a snack, bathe, and crash.” He finally reached his building’s street. “Anyways, I’ve officially made it home safely. Just several feet away. Now you can have pretty dreams knowing I’m safe.”

“Nope. Not until you go through your front door. I’m not hanging up until you do.”

“Okay, okay. Heh, honestly with my luck something crazy would happen if I hung up early.” He laughed.

“Please don’t jinx yourself.”

Jaune made his way down the hall, up some annoying stairs, and to the front of his door.

“Kay, now you are free to sleep.”

“Have a wonderful night, handsome.” Yang made a kiss noise over the phone and hung up.

Just like that, Jaune felt the warmth again. She was so good to him. He’d definitely have to treat her to a dinner or some kind of club date. The man found his keys and went inside his home at last. Instantly his nose was greeted with wonder and bliss. That was…odd. He put down his belongings and walked over to the kitchen; a flick of the light revealed a hot box of pizza. Jaune had to do a double take to make sure this was his place. He then noticed Yang’s emblem drawn in orange on the box.

“Ah, that’s why she asked if I ate.” He smiled before quickly going back to being confused. How was the pizza hot? Yang had a key to his place but when was she over here? Did she leave briefly before he called? Unless…

Jaune looked towards the absolute darkness that was his living room and squinted. Not that it helped with the balcony blinds shut. “Yang?”

His call was answered with snickering. “Hehehe, I do love watching your brain at work. Although…” She pulled the metal lamp string next to her to light up the room. “You’re also cute when it’s derailed.

And derailed it was. There his cute girlfriend was, sitting on his black leather recliner his family had bought him. Her smile was cheeky as well as ear to ear. She sure caught him by surprise, but the real shock was her outfit. A silly little Santa hat on top of her head jingled while the only thing on her body was a red tube top with white frills that was fighting for his life, a matching miniskirt that barely went halfway down her thighs, and very, very long red stockings that compensated for the skirt’s lack of…well, skirt.

Jaune’s mouth went dry and his eyes embarrassingly wide. It was as if Yang had knocked the exhaustion out of them. He wasn’t quite sure where he should’ve been looking at first, but then noticed despite how confidently the lady sat there with her legs crossed, her cheeks were branded pink and her gaze, while excited, was also avoiding complete eye contact.

“For the record, I’ve been in this for quite awhile.” She said, breaking the silence. “It took guts to commit to this surprise.”

“Now I’m curious what you would’ve done if I had called you to pick me up!”

“Then Remnant would’ve gotten a hot Mrs. Claus on a motorcycle.” She smirked. “Although I’m actually very relieved that was not the case. It’s cold out there!”

Not the issue Jaune thought she was going to say but he rolled with it. Not that he had much choice. Yang finally stood up and slowly walked towards him, draping her arms over his shoulders and giving a more endearing grin despite her obvious flustered face. “Welcome home. As you can see, I missed you.”

He nodded, “Yeah, I can feel the yearning. Hehe, you look…wow. Talk about an early present.” His hands automatically went to hold her waist.”

Yang got on her toes and gained a very sweet and joyful kiss. She’s glad her efforts paid off, but she could tell Jaune really had a long day. “Go grab a slice and unwind yourself. I’m not going anywhere so- mmph!?”

Her offer was outright denied, thrown to the side as Jaune pulled her body closer and back into a more passionate kiss that fluttered her heart and stole her breath. The longer kept her in his arms, the more she found herself melting into the embrace to the point her knees buckled before he allowed her to breathe again.

Frazzled, Yang found herself stammering and chewing on her bottom lip. “I um- I uhh can wait a while longer for you to rest.”

“I’ve made you wait long enough.” He said with yearning and restrained lust as he pulled her back into a kiss that took custody of her tongue.

Yang felt herself rise up onto her toes as Jaune’s hands found residence on her shapely rear. He didn’t think twice about squeezing it as he picked her up and allowed her legs to wrap around his waist. It didn’t take long before her man went a step further in sliding his hands under the provocative skirt. Jaune quickly ended their kiss to gaze at her as her face grew red from his curious expression.

“No underwear huh?” He said, sinking his digits into warm flesh. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Funny. I was wondering the same thing.” Her hands rubbed his broad chest. “Come sit on the couch for you me will ya?”

He followed her quest and sat right in the middle of the couch. Yang was about to get off him for the next step, but was clearly taken by surprise when his teeth tugged her tube top down, freeing her massive chest before ravishing them. A jolt ram through her spine as his warm tongue lapped around her nipples. His hands kept her waist pressed down on her lap to the point she had no choice but to feel his pulsing cock through tight jeans. Nevertheless, Yang couldn’t stop her hips from grinning along it, dampening the fabric severely.

“H-Hey…wait! I-mmm” Her voice shook, feeling him sink his teeth into her. Jaune leaned forward, putting Yang on her back as he continued devouring her body. “Jaune! Hold on~ I…had a whole routine~” Yangs mewls only served to make him more daring. His tongue trailed up her neck, causing her entire body to arch as he met her lips again for another kiss. Yang was overwhelmed with the scent of the boy and his rough day, which she increasingly found more and more dulling to her senses. She didn’t even notice Jaune had unzipped his pants until she felt his buring hot tip rubbing along her folds. “Mmmph”

Jaune could already feel her lips quivering as they coated his cock. To get this excited so quickly; he wasn’t one to talk though. He began pushing his hips continuously into the molten warmth.

“Aaaaah!” Yang felt the wind leave her body as Jaune’s thick cock spread her body apart and filled her inch by inch until she felt the weight of his balls against her ass. He slowly began dragging himself out halfway before plummeting back in as he grunted. “Ah fuck!” Yang gripped his forearms as her body tripped to adjust.

“Gods, I missed you. You’re so wet.”

“Who’s fault is that!?” Yang’s breathing became sharper as Jaune started moving. “Nng, too big. Rock solid too~”

“It has been a long month. I’m dying for a release.”

“How do you think I feel!? It hasn’t been easy for me either.” She pouted. Suddenly she felt his movements slow. “Jaune?” He raised himself up and looked down at her with a shocked look from between her legs. “What?”

“Are you telling me you didn’t touch yourself the entire time?”

Yang felt heat rush to her face. Looking at him became a lot harder so she turned her head to the side. “What would be the point? Even if I used a toy, I just wouldn’t feel as good as you.”

A brief silence fell on them. Yang awaited his response when she suddenly felt him twitch inside her. Jaune’s hands held her waist tightly and raised her lower body off the couch with ease, causing her to look his way. “What are you-” was all she could manage before seeing Jaune thrust his hips forward, causing another series of jolts as he began to go all out.

Yang’s mouth fell open and stayed that way as voiceless, broken cries left her throat until a scream finally broke out. “AAAAGHN~” her brain became a mess, her eyes fluttering at the sight of jaune mercilessly fucking her pussy until their sex became loud and wet. Her stomach felt like fire as her hips became numb with the pleasure of being turned inside out. Each deep rub made her gasp for air she couldn’t gain while her chest bounced to the rough rhythm. “B-baby. Baby! Aaah!” Yang reached for him and he gladly returned to her embrace. She knew despite her pleas, his pace would not falter; nor did she want it to. Their pleasure had built too quickly to turn back now. With a final raise of his hips, Yang felt the man bury himself deep inside and release a rush of heat that made her body squeeze him for more as her vision blurred momentarily. When she recovered, Jaune was already pulling out slowly and giving both of their bodies a break. Still, if you were to go by appearances, Jaune’s body hadn’t calmed down in the slightest.

“Looks like all of you missed me.” Yang huffed, sitting up as her legs gained some feeling. “If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were trying to have a kid.”

Jaune watched the woman run her middle finger along her slit to pick up some of the lust he left dripping in her. Yang looked him dead in the eyes as she lapped up the naughty taste, making him blush.

“I had an entire routine planned out and you threw it to the side. Not that I mind.”

“You can’t say the things you said a

and wear this without expecting me to get riled up.”

“Heh, touché.” Her gaze fell on his erection, the near seven inches of solid flesh was still ready. Might as well start her plans now, Yang thought. She leaned forward, crawling on hands and knees until she was in the perfect spot to lower her head.

Jaune shuddered as he felt her hot lips wrap around his length to lick him lavishly. Now he knew Yang was horny for sure. Giving head was never her favorite activity in this fun process, but now her face was happily burying itself in his lap repeatedly. His left hand brushed the blonde bombshell’s hair aside for an unobstructed view of her work.

Yang ran her tongue up and down the girth base, polishing it while making faint moans and wet smacks to turn him on more. She must’ve been losing her mind because the way his taste and smell overwhelmed her senses in the best way possible. Her grip on reality only came back when Jaune's hand struck her rear suddenly, his middle and ring finger slipping inside her body to stir her desires harder.

“Mmmm~”

Jaune couldn’t stop his smirk. “Oh you like that?”

“Mmhmm~” Yang readied herself and pressed down in one motion to feel this man in her throat before coming up for air. Yang could feel his digits grow relentless as they sped up. Unable to focus, she freed Jaune from her mouth in a fit of panting and mewls. Her hips couldn’t stop shaking, pushing against his hand to feel each knuckle rub deeper. “Gods, why is this so good?”

“Cum if you need to. Let me see that pretty face.”

“No~ I…I wanted to use my tits on you. But now I…I’m…” Yang let out a long, heartfelt sigh. How did things get this messy so fast? “Put it back in me. I want it.”

Jaune retracted his fingers and did his best to regain his own composure; a difficult task when the love of his life not only pleaded, but brazenly kissed along his shaft in a stupor of want and desire. “Ngh, Yang, get on my lap if you want it.”

Yang got on her knees then swung her right leg to the other side of Jaune’s waist. The boy wasted no time massaging and kneading her chest, riddling it with bits as Yang cooed. Her body dropped slowly, piercing herself onto Jaune’s flesh.

“Aaaaghn~” her hands ran up his chest and gripped his shoulders as Yang started bouncing on his lap, putting all her weight down each time to feel her womb get knocked on. Jaune’s mouth stayed busy where it was but his hands returned to her rear, molding it like clay as he helped push her down to the base. Her hips buckled. “Fuck!”

Heavy, wet smacks echoed every time her ass slammed onto Jaune’s lap. The man couldn’t believe the tightness that surrounded him; the way it clung it his length and coated it with ecstasy that reached his thighs. Engulfed by Yang’s heat, Jaune finally took a second to separate his lips from his body and removed his shirt. Yang’s arms all but sprang out towards him right after, pulling him into a feverish kiss while her hips moved on their own before his hands returned.

“You’re so in love with my ass tonight.” Yang hummed.

“I’m in love with it every night.” He continued kneading it, his fingers rubbing all of it. “Hey, so how much did you prepare for today?”

Yang didn’t get the question at first, until she felt a single finger tracing her asshole. Yang couldn’t hide the state of blushing red he put her into with his pesky intention. To make it worse, her body already gave him the answer to the question. Yang buried her face into the crook of Jaune’s neck and quivered as the naughty middle finger pressed into her slowly. A moan came from her throat and her hips worked over time on his cock as Jaune began to play his little game.

He could already feel her walls frantically twitching but he knew he could make Yang go crazy. He wanted to make the month of emptiness mean everything. He nipped at her ear as he continued fingering her. “You’re such a good girl, you that? Doing all this for me; allowing me to cut loose~” he thrusted up suddenly.

“AAAHH!” His nipping turned into feverish licks as well. Yang tried staying strong but now he was meeting her thrusts and pumped his finger into her more quickly. Her body became repeated jolts of pleasure to the point Yang could only bite her lover’s shoulder as a way to soften her growls.

Jaune’s only panting became like a drunken breath as he approached his end. “Good girl~” he cooed, leaning right into her ear and whispering it one more time. “Gooood girl.” He pressed her hips down against his waist, going as deep as possible. “Here’s your reward!” He grunted, cumming for the second time.

Every muscle in Yang’s body tensed all at once. She was certain she’d scream, yet the immense rush of pleasure stole voice, leaving nothing but a silent yell as she clung to him like a girl on a wild roller coaster. Pulse after pulse, she felt her insides get marked by Jaune. The dork was brazen enough to call it a “reward” and she had half a mind to thank him for it. They were going crazy. Not that she hated it for a second.

Yang felt Jaune relax under her body while she found the strength to set up after his hands finished toying with her. “Wow, that was- hmm” Yang stopped short as she witnessed Jaune struggling to keep his eyes open. Poor guy was spent! It was almost hard not to laugh. “Pfft, gee, looks like someone should’ve eaten.”

“I was hungry for other things.” He groaned, wrapping his arms around her torso and resting his face in her chest. “But now that pizza sounds like a wonderful idea.”

“Oh what to do with you?” Yang giggled, her hands combing through his hands. Truthfully, she wanted him to stay inside like this a little longer, but the last thing she wanted was her boyfriend withering away. Yang kissed the top of his head. “I’ll go fix you a plate.”

“You’re wonderful.”

“And you’re outstanding. My hips are still floating.” She said, embarrassed by her own honesty.

“Let’s wash up together after we eat.”

“Only washing?” She teased, only to feel him twitch inside of her. Yang gasped a little. Jaune raised his head to look into her eyes with a gaze that made her chew on her bottom lip again. Tonight was going to be a long night. “Welcome home.”

[moonstruckme]

Steve x Wednesday!reader and the gang really didn’t expect Steve to end up w someone so different from all his exs but also low-key think she’s way out of his league??? Found your fics and your writing is sick 😋😋😋😋

Thanks for your request sweetheart! I haven't written wednesday!reader before so idk if this was too much? Or too little? Anyway, I hope you like it, mwah <3

Steve Harrington x Wednesday!reader ♡ 698 words

You hadn't been at all nervous to meet Steve's friends. Really, they probably should have been more nervous about meeting you.

You could be a bit off-putting at first, with your impassive stare and clipped, to-the-point manner of speaking. The few other girlfriends Steve had introduced to his friends had greeted them with smiles and nervous laughter, and Steve had caught Dustin and Mike whispering about just that when you'd gone to the bathroom.

Overall, though, Steve thinks this is going pretty well. Nancy had liked your giant combat boots, Eddie loved that you had the same taste in music, and when the kids found out how much you knew about mages and battle strategy, they'd grilled you for a solid twenty minutes before Steve had called them off, complaining that he was going to dream about their nerd jargon that night if they didn't shut up.

Now, Eddie and the boys are discussing the edition of their nerd game they'll be playing next week (how it even changes from week to week, Steve can never figure out), and you seem to be listening with mild interest when you turn towards him suddenly.

"I have to go home," you say, in your matter-of-fact way. "I left a potion on the stove, and its six hours are almost up."

Steve blinks at you. He should be used to this by now, but sometimes your hobbies still take him by surprise. "Alright," he says after a moment. "What's the potion for?"

Impossibly, your expression darkens. "Something ate my venus fly traps, and I intend to find out what."

Steve declines to ask what you plan to do when you do find them, or how whatever you're brewing will accomplish that. "Okay," he stands, looking for where he left his keys. "I'll drive."

"No, you can stay," you say, as if it makes no difference to you. "I want to cut through the woods to find some belladonna on my way."

He's not going to ask what you want with the poisonous berries, either. "You sure, honey?" You nod, and Steve sits back down. He knows better than to bother arguing with you once you've made up your mind. "Okay, be safe, alright? Text me when you're home."

He tilts his chin up, and you lean down to peck him on the lips, a brief, chaste thing compared to what you prefer behind closed doors.

"Bye, Y/N!" Eddie calls, and a chorus of goodbyes follow you out. As soon as the door closes behind you, every eye in the room turns on Steve.

"Steve, what the hell? She's so cool." Dustin says, sounding almost shocked.

"Yeah," Eddie chimes in. "Where the hell have you been hiding her, Harrington?"

Steve grins proudly. He known they liked you, but it doesn't hurt to hear it out loud. "Yeah?"

"Um, yeah," Max says. "She's hilarious."

Robin nods enthusiastically. "She is! She's so funny, and smart, too. Honestly, Steve, it's a good thing you're nice, because she's, like, way out of your league."

Steve blinks. Okay, ouch. This compliment session seems to be taking an unexpected turn. Up until today, no one was out of Steve Harrington's league. "You really think so?"

"Duh." Robin looks around for support, but only Dustin is nodding, everyone else having fallen unusually silent. "Oh, you guys are cowards. She's gorgeous."

"I know that," Steve says defensively.

"She does have better hair than you," Nancy says, somewhat apologetically, "and that's kind of your thing, so."

Steve blows out an exasperated breath, slouching back in his seat. He thinks you have better hair than him, but he didn't know everyone else would think that. And of course you're far too good for him, but aren't these supposed to be his friends? Any modicum of loyalty they'd had between them seems to have vanished.

"Whatever," Steve says. "You guys are just jealous."

Eddie sighs, his eyes sparkling with exaggerated infatuation. "I know I am. Don't let her get away from you, Harrington, or I might take her for myself."

Steve rolls his eyes. As if he'd be dumb enough to let that happen. He's happy to be your charity case forever.

[whump-imagines]

Cereal Aisle Meet Cute

Kelly x reader

WC: 810

Requested fill

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You were walking down the cereal aisle trying to finish your grocery shopping as quickly as possible. About an aisle and a half ago you'd started feeling nauseous and it was only getting worse.

The further you walked the more you felt like you were struggling to drag your feet any further.

Next, you noticed a building headache and the shakes. The jittery feeling was what had you remembering you'd barely eaten breakfast in your rush to get out of the house.

Before you could decide what to do next, your vision was tunneling and you felt like you were spinning then it was dark.

Opening your eyes, you were greeted by concerned green eyes looking down at you. You quickly realized you were laying on the floor. “Oh, no.” This had to be the most embarrassing moment of your life. You tried to sit up but the stranger stopped you.

“Don't move,” he ordered. He was pressing something to your forehead.

“I'm fine.” You tried to argue.

He looked like he didn't believe you. “You hit your head pretty hard when you fell. Let me check for a concussion first.”

You snorted. “What are you, a doctor?”

Flashing you a cocky smirk, he shook his head. “No, I'm a firefighter. My name is Kelly, what's yours?”

You introduced yourself as you realized you'd been staring at him.

He let go of the pressure on your head and placed his fingers in both of your hands. “Can you squeeze my fingers?”

You did as he asked while arguing, “I really am fine. I think I just didn't eat breakfast… low blood sugar.”

He nodded, guiding you hand to hold the cloth, or maybe a napkin, against your forehead. “Follow my finger.”

Again, you did as he asked.

He pulled his phone out his pocket and turned on the flashlight. He shined the light in your eyes and pain exploded across your head. “Ouch. Jesus, why did that hurt so much?”

“Because you have a concussion. I'm going to call you an ambulance.”

“Ugh,” you groaned. “Is that necessary? I really think I'll be fine.”

“That gash in your head is probably going to need stitches and you have a concussion. You need a head CT to check for a brain bleed,” he explained.

“Oh.” Suddenly you were trying not to panic. You couldn't bleed to death in a cereal aisle. That had to be the most embarrassing death possible.

“Hey, just breathe,” Kelly soothed, pulling your attention back. “It's not likely but there is a small possibility, best to be safe.” He dialed as held the phone up to his ear quickly giving your location and explaining what happened.

Now knowing how bad this could be, you were trying not to panic. You could feel yourself starting to wheeze with quick breaths.

“Deep breaths, sweetheart. Just follow me.” He grabbed your hand and pressed it to his chest. He took exaggerated deep breaths for you to follow.

“Is there anyone you want me to call to meet you at the hospital?” he asked, possibly in an attempt to distract you.

You shook your head. “No. I just moved here six months ago.” You tried to take a deep breath. “The only people I know are my coworkers.”

By the time you'd calmed down the paramedics were there. They greeted Kelly like they were best friends and something about that helped you to finally relax.

You weren't sure when you'd grabbed onto Kelly's hand but as they rolled you out of the store you realized you were squeezing it hard. You eased the pressure off and quickly apologized to him.

“Squeeze all you need to, I can take it.” He winked at you and let go of your hand as the medics loaded the stretcher into the ambulance. He climbed in and sat beside you taking your hand once more.

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What are you doing?”

“Riding to the hospital with you,” he stated as if it was the most obvious thing.

“You don't have to do that. I'm sure you have better things to do with your day.”

“Unless you want me to leave, I don't have anything else to do. You shouldn't have to be alone.”

You sighed a breath of relief. “Thanks.”

Eight Months Later

Kelly walked into the bedroom where you were getting ready to go grocery shopping with him. He leaned close and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Did you eat breakfast? I don't need you fainting on me at the store.”

Rolling your eyes, you grumbled. “One time and you never live it down.”

He just chuckled as he pulled you into a hug. “I'll stop teasing you… some day.”

“Sure, you will.” You pull him in and kiss him. “I don't regret that skipped breakfast. It's the reason I met you.”

[quinn-joseph]

Not Just Ken - Ken x f!Reader

Alright so I'm still thinking about the whole story behind the last post I made, trying to give a chance to a new story and I'm fascinated by Ryan Gosling as Ken. Still giving it a shot, at least for now it's only some fluffy stuff!!.

Word count: 2.1k

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It was a very hot and dry day, you got your favorite iced coffee from the shop and headed back to work. You had just had lunch and enjoyed the rest of your work break, in the midst of a tireless routine of clients who would still visit your office that day. Walking faster, among countless people who were also running through the streets of Los Angeles, you bump into a man who you hadn't noticed in your field of vision. The blonde, who you thought had just stepped out of a Calvin Klein shoot, dropped grotesquely and almost "hard" to the floor, letting out an "ouch." You quickly reach out his hand to help him up, and only then do you notice how his eyes are deep blue, his teeth perfectly aligned, and his muscular body exuding sensuality.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry! Did I hurt you?", you said as soon as he stood up, smiling at you even though you just dropped him on the floor.

"Hey, it's not broken!", he exclaimed excitedly, checking his left arm, twirling the limb that was still in place. "Hi, I'm Ken," he said, reaching out to shake your hand.

Wondering the way the guy kept a good mood even after being bumped into and falling to the ground in the middle of hundreds of people, you accepted to greet him. "I'm (y/n). I'm really sorry I didn't see you, I'm getting back to work and I'm in a rush".

"That's alright, wow you're so pretty!", said the blonde, still keeping a wide smile on his face. You smirked, getting lost in that impeccable, almost unreal face, forgetting you were rushing to get back to work.

"Well thank you Ken, it was nice meeting you", you said and turned on your back to keep doing your way to work. Even though it would be a good chance to meet someone, you weren't sure it was the right way, maybe it was just a coincidence, and it wasn't supposed to be like that. You reached the sidewalk and as you were about to cross the street looking at both ways, the man was there standing behind you, with a playful smile still. Well that's kinda creepy, maybe he's just going the same way you are and that's all. You crossed the street and turned your left as you're approaching your building as you come back to your office. Looking back, you realize he was still following you. Ok, this is beyond creepy.

"Uh, do you work here?", you asked and raised a brow, watching him shake his head no. "Then why are you following me?".

"I thought you were nice and I don't know anybody here, maybe we could hang out!", he replied. Was that a fucking joke? Why the hell would someone you only know for about 10 minutes wanna "hang out" with you at your work? "I can't right now, I have to work and my schedule is really busy. But maybe some other time". You tried to sound nice and not one tiny bit mas and sort of scared, but he frowned and your head turned into a giant question mark.

"OK, I can wait", Ken said, and gave you a side smile, showing he understood you. You had no idea what to say so you just waved at him and entered the building. That was so awkward and not to mention very random to happen, but the guy seemed nice. Maybe he had a disease, maybe he was autistic and you didn't know, maybe maybe maybe.

Hours after you finished with your last client, you let out a loud sigh as you were really tired and just wanted to go home, take a shower and get some rest. At the ground floor, as soon as you got out of the elevator you saw a bleached hair sitting in a chair reading a magazine about horses and country stuff. I can't deal with this again right now, you thought. Even you tried making a different way to the exit he would probably see you, so that's why you sat next to him.

"Hey, (y/n), I've been sitting here all day waiting for you!", the tall guy lowered the magazine and stared at you with a cherished smile still on his face. HE WHAT?

"What? Why?", as confused as you were, you thought it might be better if you called someone and tell them there's a guy out there who may be lost. Everything was so weird.

"I left Barbie Land and I don't know anybody here. I tried to make friends but they seem scared of me", he replied and your brain flipped at the sound of "Barbie Land".

"AH okay, Barbie Land? Where is that?", you asked but you weren't sure where this conversation was headed. You heard him sigh, closing the paper on his hand before looking at you.

"You have to take this trip with a car, a spaceship, a boat and rollerblades before getting here, so if you wanna be there you do all of that but in reverse". He explained it with so much conviction that you couldn't tell if he really was a person with some condition, in which the parents could have lost him. That could only be it, nothing made sense in your head. Okay, he really looked like a doll, but that story sounded really bizarre. "You don't believe me", he let a sad gaze as you were still trying to follow what he said. Ken lowered his head and let out a noticeable noise of disappointment..

"I- uh... it's not that. It's just... a very weird story". You looked at your smartwatch as the clock hit almost 6:30 PM. "What about your parents?". You know by the look of his face he was an adult, but you were in denial as to what the hell he was talking about. "I don't have any parents. In Barbie Land we only have Barbies and Ken's. Some Allan's too".

Well ok, he sounds so serious about that story, maybe you should give him a chance and talk to the guy. You invited him for a walk to the same coffee shop, sat in front of him as he was looking at the menu. "So you like horses?", you asked and he stared at you, smiling. This man is always so smily and happy. "They're my favorite animals. I would love to have one of them. How about you?".

"Cats and dogs I guess, but turtles, specially sea turtles are cute", you grinned when he made an "aww" face. Everything was still a little tumultuous, the whole conversation seemed out of touch with reality, but you were trying to keep your sanity and trying hard not to get paranoid about the whole thing. "So tell me about you, Ken. You're from Barbie Land, that means you're a doll right?".

"Yes, I am. I can show you if you want. I have all the genitals". Okay, what? You laughed at the way he said it, but the look on his face showed he would like it to be true. Probably he really didn't have any genitals. "I can also stand on tiptoe and if you notice I don't have body hair". Yeah alright, not having any hair on your body doesn't mean much, but we all have some hair. And he was always walking on his tiptoes which is hardly something people do unless they're doing ballet. Still, it was too weird. "I also don't have a heart". He said like it wasn't a big deal, but when he grabbed your hand and pulled it on his chest, you couldn't feel a pulse. And then you knew it.

Holy fucking shit what the actual hell was that? You tried not to show you were definitely surprised by the fact you were actually talking to a doll, but you squeezed his skin and he didn't flinch a little. Ken never stopped smiling, unless the subject was Barbie, who you learned, wasn't in love with him. You also learned that even though he didn't have a heart and didn't know what feelings were, he was always jealous of the other Ken's and felt sad about Barbie, that was why he decided to left Barbie Land.

You got home about almost two hours later, took off your shoes and left your purse by the counter, giving space for the blond man to get in the house. You both agreed he would sleep on the couch until you figure out what to do with him, who made sure he wouldn't leave the real world until he finds out how to bring the patriarchy to the other world.

"Thank you for making me company today. I'm still upset Barbie shot me down", he said as he sat on the couch, getting rid of his cowboy boots, the bandana and the hat. The look on his face explained why he decided he would leave their Land and stay in Los Angeles.

"Hey it's okay. We don't need to depend on someone to live our life", you sat next to him and held his chin, this chilling energy traveling through your body while he kept his gaze at you. "You're gonna survive, but for now I think it's best you get some rest. I'm gonna shower, you can shower after I'm done too".

"We don't sleep and we don't take showers either", he grinned. Ok, that makes sense. Dolls don't need to sleep and neither take a shower. Might as well don't eat either, since he didn't drink the coffee, but couldn't hurt to offer him something to try out.

"That's right, I'm sorry. I know you usually don't eat either, but are you willing to try and find out how to eat? As long as you're staying here maybe you could learn some human stuff". You smiled and headed to the kitchen, you quickly made a chicken and ham sandwich for him, handing him the place. He spent a good whole minute looking at the slice bread until he realizes he didn't know how to swallow the food, and then when he could finally do it Ken made a sound.

"That's really good, (y/n), thank you so much". With a smile, you left him enjoying the food and hoped in the shower. After a few minutes, you put on your pajamas and went to the kitchen to grab some food, watching him lying on the couch singing some tune you had no idea which one. The man ate his whole sandwich, you saw as the plate was sitting empty on the table in your living room. This man is something else. While you were heating your food you were trying to figure out which clothes to offer him to wear since you're a woman and didn't have any good clothes for the giant man in your couch. "Uhm, I'm going to find you some clothes but they might look pretty short on you", you sat on a chair close to the TV and looked at him, while he was still singing the song and "playing drums" in the air.

"It's okay, (y/n). I can lay on my underwear, it's not cold for me anyway", Ken smiled. You thought if he wasn't a fucking doll he would definitely be teasing you, but ever since you met him you've come to realize everything he does is just plain innocent. You two spent a few hours watching TV together, you were trying to explain what a TV show was when you told him you liked to watch some of them. He tried to understand the best he could, but he wasn't so sure he got the idea. Before you went to bed, you brushed your teeth and walked to the living room to say goodnight to Ken, who was already on his underwear, looking at your book shelf. The strap read "Ken" around it and you blushed at the sight of his sculptural body.

"G-Good night, Ken", nice. You were already acting like some teenage girl with erupting hormones. Never saw a man naked before? Many times, but they weren't that good looking.

"Oh, good night (y/n). I hope you have a good night of sleep", he turned around smiling and you wish the lights were off as the man's bulge was definitely getting all of your attention. His eyes are a little up above you pervert. And after all, he does have a genital. At least in this world. Maybe he just doesn't know he does and maybe it's for the best of both of you.

[garbbitch]

Casual

Chapter 1: Meeting

“Who are we meeting up with, again?” You asked gently under the hot sun. You walked up to the field walking between Katie and Kelli, Jo and Naomi following close behind.

“The boys,” Naomi said as you guys approached the VIP tent. It made you chuckle. 

“Oh, uhh–  Lucy, Julien, and Phoebe?” You asked as you all settled under the tent. 

“Yup! You’ll love them, they're so sweet.” Katie answered. You nervously toyed with a ring on your finger as the area got a bit more crowded. You were standing with Katie on your left, Naomi, Jo, and Kelli were on on her other side. Some other folks walked over but you didn’t turn to look at them. Katie turned to see who it was and it was Julien, Lucy and Phoebe. She excitedly gave them hugs. 

“Hey, Guys!” Naomi said as they walked over and gave them all hugs. 

“This is Y/N,” Jo said as she greeted Julien, Lucy and Phoebe. You waved, feeling a little awkward but wanting to be nice. 

“Hey! I’m Phoebe” Phoebe said as she turned her attention to you, “This is Lucy and this is Julien” she added while gesturing to them. Lucy gently hugged you [idk she strikes me as a hug on the first introduction kind of person]. 

“It’s nice to meet you!” she said gently. Julien was standing somewhat off to the side, she waved at you, and you waved back. 

Ethel Cain started her set and you swayed along to the music, singing along to ‘Family Tree’ and swaying a bit. As ‘American Teenager’ came on you got a bit more rowdy, and so did everyone else under the tent with you. You felt a pair of eyes on you but decided to ignore it. As you were dancing someone walked through the area you were all dancing around, bumping into as they did. 

“Ouch– sorry!” you said as you bumped into Julien because of it. Her hand fell to your waist as you bumped into her. 

“It’s alright, you ok?” she asked as she stepped back from you, her hand fell from your waist. 

“Yeah, someone bumped into me I guess,” you said, you rubbed your shoulder where the mysterious person bumped into you. 

“Oh shit– your shoulder is really red. Does it hurt really bad?” she asked gently, she looked really worried. She gently led you a little bit away from the tent where it was a little quieter. 

“Do you want to go to the medical tent?” she asked gently. You started to realize that you were feeling lightheaded from not drinking much water. 

“Um– uh– I don’t uh– i” you started to wobble. 

“Woah–” she said gently, she caught you in her arms. She was strong but by this point, Katie and Lucy noticed and ran over. 

“What happened?” they asked frantically. 

“I-I dunno, someone bumped into her and her shoulder was hurting pretty bad but then she just passed out. Do you know if she drank any water?” Julien asked Katie. 

“I don’t think she brought her water with her. Oh fuck– she left it in Jo’s car.” She said as she got worried. You were feeling incredibly dizzy and having trouble focusing on them talking. 

“Can you call for a medic to come get her?” Julien asked Naomi who was now also over here where Julien was kneeling behind you as she laid you down gently, your head in her lap. 

A medic came over with a stretcher and they all moved aside so they could help you. The medics put you in an ambulance and your friends all stood there unsure of what to do. 

“I’ll go w–” they all said in unison. They all sighed and the medic said only one person would fit in the back with you. 

“She was with me when she fainted, I’ll go,” Julien said before walking over to the ambulance. 

“We’ll meet you over there,” Jo said as the medics closed the doors. 

It didn’t take long for you and Julien to get over to the medical tent. Julien sat with you as they connected you to an IV. Everyone else was going to take a little longer cause they would have to get back to their cars. 

“Wh–what happened?” you asked as you woke up, you felt a fan blowing air on you and you looked around only to find Julien beside you. 

“You uh, you were dehydrated and after that guy bumped into you, you passed out,” she explained gently. 

You became aware of the short skirt you were wearing and awkwardly adjusted it. You could’ve sworn you saw Julien smirk but you didn’t say anything. 

“Oh shit— you’re missing the ethel cain set,” you said softly. Julien shook her head. 

“It’s ok, don't worry,” she said soothingly. She gently touched your hand and you couldn’t help but smile. 

“Thank you for being here,” you said softly. 

“No need to thank me, I figured you would wake up less confused if I was still with you,” she said soothingly. “I know this probably isn't the time but uh– you’re really pr–” she started as Jo, Kelli, and Katie came running over. She dropped your hand. You looked at Julien confused before turning your attention to Jo, Kelli, and Katie. 

“Are you ok?!” Kelli asked frantically. 

"I'm ok, a little lightheaded though," you said gently.

[wildrangers]

Sweet Like Cinnamon // Timo Meier

Word Count: 3.8K

Summary: This is my submission for the wonderful @matthewtkachuk in The Summer Fic Exchange 2k23, organized by the lovely @wyattjohnston! It’s a falling in love story with a dual timeline so I hope everyone enjoys ☺️

Warnings: resolved angst, cursing, accidental hurt/comfort (ish)

Your hands shook as you read the notification lighting up your screen: Timo Meier extended eight years in New Jersey. Click for contract details.

You quickly swiped it away, biting your lip as you contemplated what to do next. Things hadn’t been the best between you since playoff’s but this changed everything. You had to call him, right? Maybe just a text, to be safe.

T, I just saw the news congratulations! I can’t wait to see you in the fall.

It was already mid-afternoon in Jersey, so you knew it had to be late in Switzerland. Plus, he was probably getting bombarded with messages. With those thoughts in mind, you went about your day without worrying too much that a text didn’t arrive by the time you were getting into bed. As your thoughts inevitably drifted back to him, you couldn’t help but feel surprised that you’d only met him a few months ago.

***

Nico had given you all of three hours’ notice that you’d be having a stranger as a house guest for the next couple months and that had been about two and a half hours ago. You didn’t mind having new guys on the team stay with you, that’d been happening for years, but an earlier warning would’ve been nice.

That was actually how you’d met Nico years ago: your brother, Adam, was a veteran on the team at the time and offered his home to the rookie who knew so few people in the States. You’d been finishing up college and were accustomed to your brother’s teammates constantly coming and going as you juggled schoolwork and internships. Nico had crashed the longest because you two grew so close. When he did finally move out, it was only for the two of you to move into the same building together across town.

You were drawn back to the present as your doorbell rang just as you finished tucking in the quilt in your guest room. Nico really had some nerve being early after springing this on you last minute. You padded over to the door, throwing it open to see him and a bigger guy laughing.

“Hey guys, come on in” you said moving out of the way so they could roll in Timo’s suitcases. “I’m Y/N.”

“Timo, I can’t thank you enough for doing this” he replied, offering his hand once he’d gotten his bags inside. You shook it, unsurprised to find that his hand easily engulfed your own.

“I don’t mind at all, it’s nice to finally meet you” you said honestly; Nico had spoken of Timo often over the years. “Hello Nico.”

“Ouch, that’s all I get from my American sister?” he teased, holding out his arms for a hug. You rolled your eyes but quickly embraced him.

“You’ll get a warmer greeting once you make up for the late notice” you chastised before turning back to Timo. “But seriously, I’m glad I can help. Nico just didn’t give me much time to get the place ready.”

“I think that’s mostly my fault” Timo admitted, grimacing. “I assumed I’d crash with him and didn’t call until my plane was about to take off. I forgot Nina was staying with him for a bit.”

“Ah, I see. So, what you’re saying is I should have had Nina stay with me and leave you two to fend for yourselves at his place” you teased, earning their laughter.

***

When your alarm pulled you from sleep, your stomach sank that there was no reply from Timo waiting for you. As you got ready for your day, you debated calling him—maybe the text had fallen through the cracks. It wouldn’t be weird if you called, right? You finally bit the bullet and hit his name as you pulled onto the busy Newark streets. More worry flooded your system as your call went directly to voicemail.

“Um, hey T, it’s just me. I sent you a text but I wanted to let you know how I happy I am that you’ll be in Jersey for the next eight years. You deserve it and I can’t wait to celebrate when you’re back in the fall. Um, okay, call me back when you can. Bye!”

Work was crazy that morning so you eagerly pulled your phone out as you sat down with your lunch, expecting to finally hear from Timo. Disappointment filled your chest as his name was nowhere to be found in your notifications. You realized suddenly you hadn’t heard from Nico all day, which was unusual in and of itself but particularly given the good news so you shot him a text:

I’m on lunch, you around to chat? Miss you!

Your lunch hour passed with no reply from either Swiss boy and you tossed your phone back into your bag feeling dejected as another memory replayed in your mind.

***

You’d jolted awake at the sound of the door opening behind your spot on the couch. Timo had been staying with you for a few weeks at this point but you still weren’t totally used to not having the place to yourself. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, grabbing the remote to turn off the television broadcasting a Devils loss, hoping Timo hadn’t noticed. You turned around to greet him and noticed he didn’t quite seem like himself.

“Hey, you okay over there?” you asked tentatively. While the two of you had grown friendly, this was the first time he’d come home visibly upset after a game. If it was your brother, you knew not to talk to him until he came to you. If it was Nico, you’d already be popping some popcorn for you two to share. But Timo was a wild card.

“Just a shit game” he mumbled, slipping off his shoes and shaking off his jacket.

“How can I help?”

The offer seemed to surprise him, his hands freezing where they worked on loosening his tie. “I wouldn’t want to bother you” he replied but you could tell he was hoping you’d meant it.

“What’s your post-loss treat of choice? Nico’s is always popcorn but I have chips, ice cream, you name it” you offered as you stood and stretched before walking into the kitchen.

“Do we have any of those cinnamon cookies left you made the other day?” he questioned quietly, making you smile. You loved baking for people so it pleased you he had deemed them worthy of softening the blow of a tough loss.

“Go get changed, I’ll get them out.”

Since Timo had arrived, you’d noticed he seemed to hate feeling like a bother. He’d waited almost a week before letting you know he wasn’t sure how to get to the closest grocery store since his car was still being shipped from California. Similarly, he’d apologized on and off for days after dropping his lunch on your rug even though he’d insisted on cleaning it himself and you could never find the ‘stain’ he asserted he left behind. Because of these experiences, you waited until you heard his footsteps retreat down the hall before pre-heating the oven and grabbing the leftover dough from the freezer.

You hummed to yourself as you began lining the tray with cookies, keeping an ear out for the return of his footsteps. By the time you heard them, the oven was almost ready and you were sitting on the countertop. He took in the scene before him and shot you a look, “You didn’t have to make more, it was just—”

“I wanted to” you cut him off. “Plus, I’m comfy up here so you have to put the tray in when the oven beeps, so you’re helping anyways.”

He rolled his eyes playfully but nodded, “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

A not quite comfortable silence descended for several moments until the oven beeped and Timo dutifully placed the tray on the center rack.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He sighed as he shut the oven, turning to face you—he looked absolutely exhausted. “Not much to say, I’ve been playing like shit since I got here.”

“Oh, none of that” you chastised him, tossing a towel at his face in protest.

“What was that for?” he laughed in surprise as he caught it before it bonked him in the head.

“That was for being way too hard on yourself. It’s a new team, a new system, a new city all while you’re still recovering from an injury. No one was expecting you to come in at 100%.”

He shrugged, chewing on his lip as he processed your words, “But I’m a free agent at the end of the season, I have to prove myself.”

“UFA or RFA?”

“Restricted. But I like it here so far and it’s fun playing with so many other Swiss guys. I want to do well with what time I have so I can sign for longer here.”

You nodded in understanding, “I know it can be tough not knowing where you’ll likely be long-term but all you can do is take it day by day.”

“You sound just like Nico” he teased and you rolled your eyes.

“My actual brother has been in the league a long time and I’ve been close with Nico for over five years now. So, I have some experience calming down guys I care about while they catastrophize after a loss.”

“Are you going to adopt me like you did Nico?” he asked tentatively and there was something in the way he held himself, avoiding your gaze, that made you pause. You couldn’t quite tell if he was asking because he wanted you to or if he was thinking of something more.

“Nah, I have enough brothers” you tried which earned a grin from him that made your toes curl.

“Good, my sister wouldn’t be too happy either” he joked and a far more comfortable silence settled between you.

“We don’t have to talk about it anymore if you don’t want to but I don’t mind listening if you do.”

His head dipped again but not before you caught the pink tinging his cheeks. “Would it be weird if I admitted a hug would really help?”

You grinned at him opening your arms wide, “Hugs and cookies, that I can do.”

He returned your smile before stepping between your legs and wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Yours twined around his middle and you rested your cheek against his broad shoulder. As you rubbed his back, you felt the muscles slowly begin to loosen beneath your touch. Feeling bold, you moved one hand to his hair, massaging the scalp underneath which earned you a grateful sigh as more of his weight settled against you.

“Thank you” he murmured into your hair softly.

“My pleasure” you said just as the oven timer dinged, causing him to draw himself up and away from you. He began to turn to get the tray but paused, looking back at you for a moment before placing a gentle kiss on your cheek. He was reaching for an oven mitt before you could process the tender act and how it made your heart both race and settle itself.

***

The rest of your work day passed in a blur, juggling your responsibilities with your thoughts constantly circling back to Timo. As you walked to your car and could finally check your phone, you felt your frustration flare as you scrolled through your notifications and didn’t see anything from Timo or Nico.

You hurriedly tapped Nico’s contact as you left the parking garage, hoping to get some reassurance that you were overthinking. But you felt anger rise as it rang only a few times before you were sent to voicemail.

“What the fuck?” you mumbled to yourself, drumming your fingers on your steering wheel as you waited to leave a message. “Nics, it’s me, can you call me when you get this? It’s important. Okay, bye.”

You went out to dinner with friends as a distraction but constantly checked your phone until your best friend finally snatched it away. You were admittedly grateful she forced you to stop obsessively staring at it but your swirling thoughts were another story.

By the time you’d settled into bed for the night, you were certain you weren’t going to hear from Timo. Nico would probably reach out with some excuse for himself and his friend and that would be that. As you tossed and turned, you found you couldn’t stop the memories flooding your mind.

***

The bass was throbbing and you could barely hear yourself think as you people-watched from your seat in a corner booth. All the guys, their partners, and friends were at the bar celebrating clinching a play-off spot. You’d been there a few hours already and were ready to go home but didn’t want to rush Timo—he’d earned the time enjoying himself and his teammates.

You were lost in this train of thought when you felt a hand land on your shoulder. Your eyes rose to meet Timo’s as he leaned down to speak in your ear. “You look like you could use a break, want some fresh air?”

You eagerly nodded in agreement, taking the hand he offered to help you out of the booth. You were a little surprised when he held onto it as you two made your way to the cool air outside. You took a deep breath as you leaned back against the building, closing your eyes to appreciate what a gorgeous night it was after the long winter months.

Your eyes flew open when you felt him tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His bright blue eyes were intent, the smell of his cologne enveloping you as you took a shaky breath. As his hand moved to rest on your cheek you noticed its slight tremor before he leaned in. When his lips met yours, the kiss was achingly tender and gentle, as if he worried you might break.

Before you could doubt yourself, your hands clasped around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. As the heat of his body pressed into yours, you opened your mouth to his exploring tongue and briefly lost yourself in the feel of him. But all too soon, rational thoughts flooded back into your mind: he didn’t have a contract, you didn’t know where he’d be in a few months’ time, you didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship with Nico, you couldn’t risk him not feeling for you how you did for him.

Seeming to sense your unease, Timo pulled away slightly, eyes searching yours while his thumb gently stroked your cheek.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I can’t do this” you mumbled, turning away from the intensity of his gaze and running your hands over your face.

“What’s wrong? It seemed good and then…” his words trailed off as he waited for you to turn back to him. The best you could do was face him again while keeping your eyes firmly on the ground. “Are you upset with me?”

“What? No, of course not” you replied, finally looking up at him. His face bore confusion, hurt, and worry which made you feel even shittier about your inability to find the right words to explain yourself.

“Do you still want to sign in Jersey long-term?” He opened his mouth to respond but you steamrolled ahead. “I just mean, you’re a free agent come summer. Even if you wanted to be here long-term, it doesn’t mean it would happen. You could end up with a bridge deal or being traded again and I just—”

He cut you off by pulling you into his embrace. You sighed, breathing in his scent as you held onto him tightly.

“There’s too many unknowns aren’t there?” he asked quietly and you nodded into his chest. He held you for another moment, hand gently stroking your hair, before he pulled away to look at you. “I get it, really, I do.”

But there was something shifting in his face, the warm openness you were accustomed to was hardening before your eyes. “No, don’t do that” you begged, hands cupping his face.

“Do what?”

“I can see you shutting me out” you said sadly and he flinched slightly at your words. “And if you have to, I understand, but I really care about you, T. Enough that I can’t just dive in and take it as it comes, because if you end up somewhere else or are only here for a season, I can’t do that…it would hurt too much.”  

He took a deep breath before leaning his forehead against yours, “No, you’re right. If we’re going to do this, I want to do it right. You deserve that much.”

“I’m sorry” you whispered.

“Me too” he replied, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

Since that night, you’d been friendly with each other but things were understandably different. The looming unknowns of his future, as well as that of your relationship, hung heavy between you despite your best efforts. As you watched the boys shake Carolina’s hands onscreen, you busied yourself making a batch of cookies for Timo. You were leaving in an hour for a work trip and he’d likely be home in Switzerland when you returned a week later. All that was left unsaid sat like a rock on your chest.

As the cookies baked, you pulled out a sheet of paper to write him a note to go with them:

I’m so proud of you, T.  I’m sorry I can’t be here with you but I’m just a phone call away if you want to talk. I’ll miss you this summer and hope I’ll see you again in the fall. -Me

When you landed a few hours later, you’d received a thank you text from Timo but nothing more. Over the next week, you did your best to accept that this distance between you two would be the new norm for at least a few months, possibly beyond that. But, when you walked into your kitchen after returning home, a little flicker of hope reignited at the sight of your favorite sweatshirt of his left neatly folded for you on the counter.

***

That hope hadn’t lasted long as the summer dragged on. You two texted occasionally at the start but navigating this limbo was difficult. You wanted him to make the decision that was best for him and his future—all you could do was wait until then. As you burrowed yourself deeper into the warmth of his sweatshirt, you finally drifted off to sleep.

Only to be woken up a few hours later by incessant pounding on your front door. You nearly knocked your lamp over in your hurry to illuminate your room so you could get to the door and stop the noise echoing throughout your apartment.

“I’m coming!” you called, annoyance lacing your voice. The building had better be on fire for someone to wake you up at 2AM like this. The knocks blessedly stopped and you yanked the door open. You fell back a step at the sight that greeted you: Timo, hair messy, bags under his eyes, two suitcases behind him.

You two stared at each other for a long moment before he cleared his throat, “Can I, um, come in?”

You shook off your shock and opened the door for him, “Of course, I’m sorry, I’m just surprised.”

“Hopefully good surprised?” he asked nervously.

“Mostly exhausted and confused and a little hurt you’ve been ignoring me for over a day now” you admitted then cursed yourself. “I’m sorry, I’m still waking up, I didn’t mean to snap like that.”

“No, I’m sorry, I was going to stay at a hotel and call you in the morning but I just wanted to see you after all those flights.”

As you processed what he said, your brain was finally starting to catch up. “Timo, have you been travelling here since you re-signed?”

His cheeks pinkened and he nodded, nervously playing with the handle of his suitcase. “Why would you do that?” you asked when he offered nothing more.

“I’ve missed you so much” he admitted, eyes meeting yours. “I get why we paused, really, I do, but it was torture being with you here every day, being just friends again. I thought it’d be easier back home with less reminders of you, but it wasn’t. Not at all. I kept wanting to call but I didn’t want to upset you. I knew my agent was working on as long-term of a deal as possible but I didn’t want to get your, or my, hopes up until it was finalized. So, when it finally was, I just wanted to see you.”

“You flew all the way here just to see me?” you asked, emotions tightening your throat.

“I guess I should have asked first instead of assuming” he mumbled shaking his head at himself but you quickly stepped forward and took his hands.

“No, this is perfect, I just can’t believe you’d do that for me” you explained, eyes tearing up. “I’ve missed you too. So much.”

That was all it took—before you could blink, his lips were crashing into yours. If your first kiss was tentative and sweet this kiss was its opposite. All of the emotions of the past few months came pouring out as you desperately clung to him. His fingers dug into your hips as he pulled you flush against his frame, and you melted into the warmth of his embrace. Your teeth clashed and your tongues fought for dominance and you couldn’t breathe but you wouldn’t pull away.

Finally, he pulled back panting and buried his face into your neck. You soothingly ran your fingers through his hair as you both caught your breath. His hands snuck up from your hips to slide under your sweatshirt, “Is this mine?” he asked and you felt his lips pull into a smile.

“Maybe” you replied and giggled as he tickled your sides in response. “Would it totally freak you out if I admitted I haven’t washed it since you left? I didn’t want it to stop smelling like you.”

He pulled away to place a gentler kiss on your now swollen mouth. “I won’t be freaked out by that if you won’t be freaked out that I only let myself finish that last batch of cookies on the plane ride here.”

You threw your head back in laughter at his admission, “They have to be so stale by now.”

“I didn’t care, they were all I had of you back home.”

Your heart warmed at his words, and you stood on tiptoes to kiss his forehead softly. “If I’d known, I would’ve left behind something of mine that wouldn’t expire on you.”

“I’ll forgive you as long as you let me stay with you for a while.”

“I can do that. How long do you think you’ll be here before you fly home?”

“Only long enough to convince you to take the trip back with me. Nico misses you too, you know.”

A/N: Thank you for reading! Shelbs, I hope you enjoyed reading as much as I did writing 💕 Thank you for the freedom you gave me; I tried to put in details so it still felt personalized you.

[freewilllife]

First Greeting - Meeting between Xie Lian and Mu Qing

Commentary:

This is the first time Xie Lian and Mu Qing interact after 800 years

Mu Qing knows it is Xie Lian and Xie Lian has no clue who the other person is.

Therefore this first impression is pretty important...as it shows how Xie Lian perceived the other person before every feeling for that person could cloud his perception.

What is interesting is that the voice is described as "softly"...which literally the way Xie Lian described Mu Qing´s way of speaking later as a servant.

It is further described as a very comfortable voice...Xie Lian explained further that it sounded soft, gently and decorous. So most likely the way Xie Lian would expect a god to speak here.

However Xie Lian listens more closely and thinks: this is actually cool and indifferent...

Now Xie Lian considered it "malicious in intent"

Remember...Xie Lian did not know this person and he may have been oversensitive, since he knows that many won´t have that great of an opinion of him..but still we can conclude: He is right.

Mu Qing was hiding here some aggression

Mu Qing attacked:

So Mu Qing did not let his chance pass and addressed Xie Lian directly...making it impossible for Xie Lian to "lie low".

However Xie Lian was further happy, that there is somebody who is willing to talk with him!

Mu Qing wished a confrontation

Commentary

This was truly an attack as the other person must know, how much damage his ascension has caused.

Furthermore Xie Lian felt like the other person actually showed 0 respect for him...it is further emphasized due to the other heavenly officials also admitting that they would have felt uncomfortable if they had been addressed like this.

Xie Lian tried to flee, but Mu Qing didn´t let him get away.

What I consider interesting...You can read Mu Qing´s sentence in two ways:

Mu Qing indicated more or less that Xie Lian had more luck than him...simply because it is Xie Lian

or you can read it as: Since it is Your Highness, a prince, he had more luck in life than a commoner, than him.

And I am pretty positive..it is that hidden jab.

and that relates to the things he said Xie Lian at the end, when they have their little chat. Since he told him there, he always believed that he had just more luck than him and was not that much better than him in martial arts...

Ling Wen seemed to have felt sorry for Xie Lian and informed him, why the person was angry.

I guess Xie Lian was relieved, since he thought that he knew why this person was so malicious to him...He apologized.

The other person however didn´t seem to accept his apology

Mu Qing must have enjoyed it, that he could now refuse this apology as Xie Lian once did. He surely did remember that he had been driven out by his former master.

And now, when this person most likely experienced a certain high, did Xie Lian strike...without knowing...

Imagine...you thought you have finally given your former employer a little taste of humiliation (we later learn, that he thought that Xie Lian had intentionally tried to harm him)...and the other party didn´t even recognize you! What a disgrace! What a shame! Ouch..and that hurt...to be totally forgotten...

In the dongua...we can see Mu Qing´s shadow flinch greatly...and I guess this must have been the shock of an earth-quake for him.

Imagine further...Xie Lian let everybody know in the communication array...that he hadn´t recognized Mu Qing. Ouch.

There was however interest on Xie Lian´s part:

But it also interesting to note, that this does say something about Xie Lian. He - at least - made perfectly clear, that he knew that his former retainer became a god...and based on the information we have here, he also kept himself informed how well he fared.

This further actually emphasizes this point...as I don´t think, Xie Lian has ever met Mu Qing as a god...but 5-6 centuries ago...would not be before his ascension, as Mu Qing was a mortal and would have been dead by then...that means...Xie Lian noted that he visited the temples of both of his former retainers, even when he did not admit it.

Xie Lian further told Ling Wen and the reader, that Mu Qing did not talk like that with him previously.

Further proof that Mu Qing was quite shocked himself, as he did not know how to react anymore.

Well...then we get some wrong and right information about the relationship between these two characters that will be later corrected during the series.

After that Xie Lian wanted to further pretend...nothing happened...

Since Feng Xin arrived, that strangely did solve the issue...As suddenly Mu Qing knew how to speak again...to make things more akward for Xie Lian.

Feng Xin did not need an introduction...just by "Heh" he was able to recognize...this was Mu Qing.

Sadly for Mu Qing...Xie Lian recognized him - instantly...so it is not hard...Feng Xin did not exactly change the way he swore...

It is made clear that Feng Xin and Xie Lian used to be nearer than Xie Lian was with Mu Qing...which is true and untrue at the same time.

For Xie Lian they are both akward...But we do know beforehand...that this is true, yet untrue, as Mu Qing is more disliked than Feng Xin.

Neither of his former two retainers wish to actually conclude or part ways...It is Xie Lian - like in the past - who cut the communication off...

Mu Qing gave him a final jab...Of course he did not think that was a coincidence...

So...from Mu Qing´s perspective...Xie Lian had taken revenge on him...

Xie Lian pretended that this did not affect him - which is of course a blatant lie...It was ashameful and akward meeting the two.

And Xie Lian is happy to flee the situation...However...there is a next round the next day...

When Ling Wen tried to find help for Xie Lian...

Mu Qing was interested in Xie Lian - a clear sign

The people - Xie Lian and Ling Wen - finally recognized that Mu Qing was a little bit too often in the communication array. Ling Wen also mentioned that it seemed to be not a common occurence, but only happened "these days".

So it is pretty sure to say: Mu Qing didn´t hide his interest in Xie Lian pretty well.

And unfortunately...Mu Qing had prevented Xie Lien from getting help

We can also clearly see that Xie Lian was annoyed at Mu Qing´s behaviour...as his thought was surely not friendly.

[tvshowspoilers]

Rewatching episode 4…some thoughts:

When Ed sees Anne and greets her so happily that has got to hurt Stede. Even though he probably wasn’t expecting a warm welcome, getting a headbutt and then a cold shoulder has got to be a kick in the gut. Also….Dude just noticed that Ed says “oh my darling” to Anne. Ouch to Stede but also…parallel for when Ed eventually says that to Stede? Please? 🥺

Also realized that Ed did not look at Stede once during the scene where they are telling their meeting story. (Until fine when he sees Stede is looking at him and is like shit can’t be caught looking). Also again not until after Stede was saying he loved Ed’s chin.

Man their body language. Stede is slightly turned toward Ed and semi open while Ed is rigidly faced forward and closed off as hell.

Also also, love Anne and Mary nodding in sync when Ed tells him he was actually gonna kill Stede.

I’ve never been at a dinner party with an ex but I imagine it exactly like this but with less pirateness.

Did Anne and Mary teach Ed about the art of sexual stabbing or was it the other way around? I’m gonna go with they taught him. Also the matching expressions lmfao

Also Mary has a spider on her hand too!

Oh Stede, only thinks he could wound a heart not break it.

Mary sounded very wistful when asking Stede what it was like back at sea…maybe they will go back as well and help with the big bad?

At the end when Izzy was standing with the unicorn leg I kept thinking “part of the ship, part of the crew” lol

Love the parallel to episode 4, season 1. Ed and Stede finding their way to each other again 

I have many many other thoughts but that’s it for episode 4 for now.

[moneymoneygreengreen]

My first Satosugu fanfic!

so this is an au in there teenage years when they were still going to school together. hope you enjoy!!

“Satoru!” Called a familiar voice. Satoru Gojo, the tall, white haired boy with pale skin and bright blue eyes turned his head to see his best friend, Suguru Geto. The long black haired tall boy was walking towards him while holding hands with a dark blue haired girl with yellow eyes.

When the two had finally reached him, Satoru glanced over at the blue haired girl and rose a brow. Looking confused. “Who the hell is this?” He asked while putting his hands in his pocket.

Suguru Responded, “she’s my new Girlfriend, Kato Jhara.”

Jhara lend out a hand to shake Satoru’s “Hello! Nice to meet you!” She squeaked excitedly.

Satoru still had his eyebrow raised but he didn’t seem confused anymore. He looked the girl up and down before saying, “Damn Suguru, you never told me you were seeing a girl— matter a fact I never knew you TALKED to girls!” He glanced at Suguru.

Suguru chuckled softly and placed a hand behind his neck. “Heh, well we actually only met last month and we knew we really liked each other so we started going out.” He said.

Jhara-Chan leaned against Suguru’s shoulder. “Oh yes, we are totally in love with each other!” She fluttered her eyelashes at him.

Satoru felt a small drop of sweat slid down his face. “Okay, love birds…” he mumbled. He can feel a tiny pang of something in his chest. Was it hurt? Jealousy? A tiny bit of both? Whatever it was he tried pushing it out of his head.

“Well, okay Kato, me and Satoru need to get going to class now,” Suguru slowly lets go of his girlfriend’s hand. “I’ll see you when I get out!”

“okay my long haired prince~!” She called after him as he started to walk away with Satoru.

Satoru cringed a tiny bit at Kato’s farewell to Suguru. Did she always spoke like that…?

///

Later on, when Satoru and Suguru were in class, Satoru couldn’t think straight at all. He kept thinking about Suguru having a girlfriend. (“How long has this girl been dating Suguru? First of all- how /old/ is this girl anyways? She looks more like an adult than a teenager!”)

Suguru glanced over at Satoru. He was fidgeting with his sunglasses and was staring at his desk. (“What on earth is he doing?”) Suguru asked himself. (“Shouldn’t he be listening right now?”)

Satoru’s thoughts continued even after class. he and Suguru were walking down the hallway with their other friend, Shoko Ieri and his thoughts still hadn’t went away yet. (“What dates have Suguru and Kato been on? Have they ever been intimate before? Wait— that’s sorta weird to think about…”) suddenly he hit into something— or someone, it was utahime.

“ouch! Watch where you’re walking nuckle head!” She spat angrily. She stood up and dusted off her clothes before racing past Satoru to hug and kiss Shoko on the cheek. “Hey babe!” She said more sweetly.

Shoko greeted her back by kissing her on the forehead.

Suguru stood next to Satoru on his phone, texting his girlfriend. Satoru looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. “Texting that same girl aren’t you…?” He grumbled.

Suguru smirked. In response that his best friend was right.

“ugh,” Satoru said. “I never thought you’d turn into a guy that always smiled when a girl texts you…”

Suguru half closed his eyes at Satoru and said, “She isn’t just any girl, she’s my girlfriend. I’m going to marry her one day!” He said.

Satoru sighed and shook his head. “And I’m sure sooner or later she’ll be dead…” he said underneath his breath where no body can hear him. He spoke up to say, “how old is she anyway, she doesn’t even look like she goes to school anymore, let alone /high school/.”

Suguru rolled his eyes. “That’s because she doesn’t go to school, she’s 36 and she has a very nice job.” He put a finger to Satoru’s lips before he could say anything. “And yes I know she’s a little bit older than me but like I said, we’re in love! So I’m sure it wouldn’t really matter.”

Satoru scoffed, “A little bit older? Dude. She’s ancient! At this point you could say your dating a 98 year old women!”

“okay, Satoru. You’re going a bit overboard now.” Suguru said, sounding slightly annoyed. “Can you stop dissing my Gf, now? It’s time for us to go back to our dorms rooms now.”

“yeah okay whatever,” Satoru muttered with his lips going straight and his eyes furrowed frustratedly. He’d drop the conversation for now.

///

(A few weeks has passed by and day by day, Satoru started to grow more and more jealous of that woman everytime she and hung out with him, Suguru and Shoko. One day there was a party happening in Meimei’s room and the entire class was invited. Even Suguru’s girlfriend Jhara-Chan. Which of course Satoru was not happy about.)

Satoru stood in the corner with Shoko, sipping something from out of his red cup. He was glaring daggers at Jhara who was dancing with Suguru. Shoko noticed Satoru staring at the blue haired woman. She bumped her elbow up to his torso. “Hey, Satoru. Are you okay? You’ve been acting very strange ever since that new girl has been hanging around Suguru.” Satoru snapped his blue gaze towards Shoko and tried to play it off cool, “What?? Strange? What do you mean? I’m not acting strange!”

but Shoko wasn’t having it so she went straight to the point. “Your jealous, aren’t you?”

Satoru knew that the brunette girl couldn’t be fooled so he gave in quickly. “Fine, you’re right. I am jealous…” he took off his sunglasses and fixed them on his shirt. “Ever since she came, she had always given me weird, uneasy vibes… I don’t like her.” He swallowed heavily. “And you know that I’ve always had a crush on Suguru. I’ve loved him for so long. I know him longer than Kato has yet he’s dating her! That’s literally so unfair!” He ranted on.

Shoko listened to him and she can see what Satoru ment. “You know, I’ve been getting some uncool vibes from her lately aswell, ever since I heard how big Suguru and that woman’s age gap was, it unsettled me a lot. I couldn’t imagine dating someone so much older than me. It would feel as if I’m dating yoshinobu gakuganji!” She exclaimed. She took a draw from her cigarette. “And, yeah… I get how you feel. And ever since that woman and Suguru started dating I knew you would not have liked that at all. But it looks like you're handling it very well.” She blew a puff of smoke into the air. “If I ever heard of utahime dating some older man, I would have probably went absolutely nuts to be honest.” Satoru rose a brow and scoffed, “You? Go nuts? You’re the calmest girl I know!” She chuckled. “But it’s true. I could never see utahime with someone else. I love her too much…”

///

Later on, after the party, Satoru was in his room finishing up some homework when all of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. He rose his voice without looking at the door. “The door’s unlocked, you can come in.” The door creaked open and footsteps were slowly coming close to him. And then, a voice that was far too familiar, “Hello there, Satoru Gojo~ it’s me, Jhara.”

Satoru snapped his head around to see Kato Jhara in a skimpy bunny suit with her boobs nearly popping out of the suit! “Jhara! W-what are you doing here!” He asked.

Her lips curled into a smirk. “I’m here for you, silly~” she got onto the floor and crawled up to Satoru. “Your best friend, Suguru is asleep right now and I thought it would be a good time to come over to your dorm~ I want to have some fun with you.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What the hell? Suguru is your boyfriend! Not to mention MY best friend, are you seriously going behind his back to cheat on him??” She shook her head quickly, “No, no! It’s more like… satisfying my lust with someone who’s d*ck isn’t small~”

“literally the same thing…” He spat. “Can you get the hell out?” He yelled.

she continued to crawl towards him. “But don’t you see how hot I am? Don’t you find me attractive too?” “Yes, you’re hot but I’m not interested in old ladies…” He grumbled crossly. When Jhara had gotten close to him, he activated his cursed energy so that she couldn’t touch him.

she had gotten annoyed at that point and said, “ugh. Ungrateful brat. I was doing you a favor.” She gotten up and stomped out of his room and slammed the door.

Satoru sighed heavily and said, “phew. That old hag…” He picked up his phone and texted Suguru saying, ><{Satoru Gojo 💙}><“Get over to my dorm, ASAP! Right now!” ><{Wanna be emo bestie 🖤}><“Why, what’s wrong?” ><{Satoru Gojo 💙}><”That doesn’t matter, just get your ass over here!”

><{Wanna be emo bestie 🖤}><”Got it!”

///

Suguru burst through the door, looking very conflicted. “Satoru! What’s wrong? Is everything okay? Are you in danger or something?” He asked. Satoru was sitting on his bed with a tap in his hand, looking down at it. He didn’t say anything for a while but eventually he did, “Suguru, come sit with me.”

When Suguru came to sit down on the bed with Satoru, he asked, “what’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

Satoru handed him the tape. “Watch it.” Suguru took the tape and put it into the tape player Satoru had and turned on the tv. (The tape video was about what happened when Jhara tried to sleep with Satoru.)

::::

after the tape had ended, Suguru looked down at himself, as silent as a mouse right now. Satoru frowned a spoke, breaking the silence, “Hey, I’m sorry if it seems like I’m trying to ruin your relationship but-“

“Why are you apologizing? You didn’t do anything wrong,” Suguru told Satoru. “You did nothing, Jhara though, I’ll be confronting her in the morning.” He looked up at Satoru, his face as nonchalant as ever.

Satoru widened his eyes. “Wait a minute, are you even upset about this? You don’t even seem a little bit upset that your girlfriend tried cheating on you!” Suguru shrugged. “That’s why I’m not. I’m not upset that she was trying to cheat, but I am upset that she tried to have her way with you even though you said no more than once.” He said as he scratched his back. “What I’m saying is, I started to lose my feelings with her. I realized my feelings for her were just an ordinary crush.”

Satoru looked dumbfounded. “Oh… well what about all of those things you were talking about then, huh? Wanting to get married with her and all of that stuff?” He sighed. “I dunno, I guess I was on drvgs or something. I wasn’t thinking straight.” “huh???” Satoru exclaimed. Suguru chuckled, “I’m just kidding! Like I said, it was just a crutch and I guess I didn’t know how dating works because I asked her out way too early.” He looked down at his feet. “Now that I think about, my relationship with her was pretty weird… I really was dating a child lover weren’t I…?” He shuddered. “Gross…”

Satoru put an arm around Suguru’s neck, “heh, let’s just make sure you don’t date anymore child lovers…”

///

(After the two had talked, Suguru had gotten ready to leave Satoru’s dorm room to go back to his own.)

But Satoru grabbed his arm and said, “Wait, Suguru?”

Suguru turned around to look at Satoru. “Uh, yeah?” He asks. Satoru gulped and murmured, “can you like… stay here? Only just for the night?” He asked sheepishly.

Suguru looked at him for a bit before smiling warmly and saying, “yeah. Sure. I’ll stay here with you.” Satoru smiled right back at him. “Thanks…”

//

(The two boys were sleeping in Satoru’s bed, with their backs to each other so they didn’t make it awkward with each other. Satoru couldn’t exactly sleep so he stayed up. Stuck in his own mind again. He can feel Suguru twitching a bit in his sleep, not to mention he was whimpering a bit too as if he was having a bad dream. Satoru looked over at Suguru, wondering if it would be a good idea to wake him up and ask him what was wrong.)

(“probably not a good idea…”) he thought. He turned all the way over and hesitantly put an arm over Suguru and snuggled up closer to him. He smelled into Suguru’s long black hair and sighed through his nose. (“Suguru Geto…”) He mumbled to himself before closing his eyes. (“I promise you, I can love you way better than Kato, if only you’d let me show you…”) and then he fell asleep…

[avalentina]

The Wrong Stick

"Ok Y/N, be brave, you got this, your period is a full week late, just walk in, buy a few tests, use them in their bathroom and go home." You say in your head, trying to psych yourself up for this. 

You manage to go into the store, find the pregnancy tests, you select 3, each a different brand, pay for them, and then use their restroom. You'd do it at the house you share with Harry, but he has his guy friends over and you don't want to do this with them around, and especially not when they're almost certainly drunk off their asses. 

After urinating on the sticks, you wait the required amount of time remembering when you and Harry started talking about someday building a family. Neither of you wanted to label your relationship. There would be no wedding, no fancy ring (unless you wanted one, H would gladly buy you anything and everything you wanted. Neither of you were religious, spiritual for sure, but in your own ways. All that mattered to you, was that your heart had found its home with Harry and Harry's with you. 

You're lost in your memories when the timer you set goes off and you look at all of them, Positive. All of them are positive. Without thinking you snap a picture and toss them into the bin and wash your hands. That's when it hit you, you should grab one to show Harry. So you pluck one out of the trash can, sanitize it, wash your hands again, and then wrap the stick up in a paper towel and head home.

The sight in front of you is almost exactly as you expected it. Harry is drunk and dancing like he's on stage. The guys are laughing at him, he spins around doing his little stompy thing that you find adorable. And again as you expected, because he's drunk, he got too close to the edge of the coffee table he was standing on and slipped, crashing to the wood floors below.

"HOLY FUCK, OUCH!, THAT HURT LIKE A FUCKIN BITCH!" he curses and you just laugh out loud. Which is of course when he finally realizes you're back. 

"BABY! YOU'RE BACK! MISSED YOU!" He squeals from the floor like a child, but you love him. "Yes, I'm home H, are you ok?"

"S'all Gucci." He says, still not attempting to get up. You laugh about him saying Gucci instead of good, but again, he's drunk.

"DOLL, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MOVING THAT SEXY SLAPPABLE ASS OVER HERE TO HELP ME GET UP SO I CAN GREET YOU RIGHT." H whines and you laugh but go help him anyways.

"If I have to pull you up, you're not getting the present I bought for you at the store." You say, reaching an arm out. Harry is up, without your help in less than a second.

"SHOW ME!" He says, bouncing in excitement. 

"Meet me upstairs after your friends are gone." You whisper to Harry and saunter off giggling at the shift in Harry's eyes, you knew he'd be kicking em all out.

"Round em up, out, out of the house, time to go home." Harry shooed his friends out of his house. It's less than a 15 minute walk for each of them. Once they were out, he shut and locked the front door, before racing up the stairs. He found you in your shared bathroom, running yourself a bath.

You heard him entering, and swaying your naked hips a little, making your way to him before presenting him with the towel in your hands.

"Mm, I like this present already," he commented on your nakedness. He unwrapped the towel, looked at the stick, and cocked his head a bit, trying to figure out why the hell you would give him a negative test stick and call it a present.

As you watched Harry's expression, you got really nervous, was he not ready, did he not want this with you anymore?

"Doll, it's negative, are you happy that you're not pregnant? Do you not want this anymore? What's going on?" H asks and you steal the stick from his hand. And you're shocked, it does say negative, but that doesn't make sense because your 100% certain that yours all said positive.

"Shit, there must have been another test in the bin when I went to grab one back out after tossing them absentmindedly. Don't worry, I disinfected it and my hands again before wrapping it up. But H, I took 3, all different, and they all said positive, see?" You said, pulling up the picture you snapped before you decided that actually giving Harry a stick would be more fun.

"HOLY FUCKS! DOLL!" He scooped you into his arms, feeling completely sober all of a sudden. "Parents, we're actually going to be parents!?"

"Fuck, we're going to be parents, I've gotta hide the alcohol, and my shroomies, and smokes, and probably half of everything that is currently in the kitchen."

You just facepalmed and let him run his energy off doing the little things, while you enjoyed your bath.

Hope you enjoyed! And I hope it won't be too long before the next posting?!?

-Ava💟

[ratfuzz]

end of suffering

a/n: i actually wrote part 2 to this shit. wow. i still can't make normal titles, yep. kyle is almost typical yandere here, you have another love interest, don't throw rocks at me, ow oUCH.

the action takes place in the last year of highschool

kyle commits suicide in the end, so please don't read if that triggers you.

barely proofread

after all this time hiding feelings to you, kyle decided that day was the day he'd confess to you.

he found you in empty halls, that was his best opportunity. a bit nervous he approached you. after the usual greetings and standing in silence for some time, kyle spoke "listen, i have something important to tell you" you raised an eyebrow "you know, i love you, loved you for a long time..."

this caught you off guard. you listened to him telling about every little thing he loves about you with worried look. you had to stop him, you knew you couldn't return his feelings and stood there thinking how should you answer so you don't sound harsh and couldn't find anything better to say at that moment than "kyle, i'm sorry, i-" he stopped, all hope that was left in him was already washed away by these words, but you weren't done "i already have someone else i like" that wasn't the best thing you could say to him really, you tried to smooth it out a bit by continuing with "but you are one of the best people i know, kyle, i'm sure one day you will find someone who will love you as much as you do"

kyle's rage caused by rejection has already combined with jealousy, but your last words were just too sweet. he had very mixed feelings now. and kyle hated this in you, even if you hurt him, you still were nice. too nice.

and still he didn't want just someone who would love him, he wanted you

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months passed after kyle confessed to you. you already were with the one you loved the most. it seemed like kyle didn't even care about you rejecting him, you still were good friends, but you didn't know what he was hiding from you.

his mind actually was flooded by thoughts of killing your partner and making you his and dreams of just you two being happy together.

while acting like your new relationship wasn't something that annoyed him at the least and even trying to become friends with your partner, he planned the murder.

everything was ready, kyle already convinced your partner to meet at the place where it's rare to be a lot of people there. perfect chance.

yet when kyle finally got it, he understood he couldn't do that.

kyle was going to the place where he and your partner were supposed to meet up, hand were already holding on knife in his pocket tightly, but suddenly kyle felt like he was woken up. stopping on his way kyle thought about you, how would you feel. he didn't want anything bad ever happening to you, didn't want you to ever feel down and most importantly, he didn't want you to hate him. kyle just decided to go back home and the next day gave some stupid excuse why he didn't show up.

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kyle didn't ever put away the knife. it always was in his pocket since that day. and one day he found that same knife. while he was holding it, looking at it, his head now was starting to fill with thoughts of how bad of a person he was. coupled with his obsession with you it was getting him to what he thought was the only right way to end his suffering.

freemont bridge.

the day when kyle was going to end his life he didn't talk to anyone, didn't tell anyone where he was going and what he was going to do. he didn't even text last words to you, nothing. he knew it only would hurt you.

standing at the top of the bridge, he had his last look. kyle didn't even think about changing his mind for a second. it was his last chance to find peace.

kyle jumped.

[redhairedgirl95]

Can you write more about Brandon and pregnant Stella, pretty please <3

Baby number ...

“One would think it gets easier after the first couple of times.”

“Would they?” He smiled, looking at her reflection in the mirror as he arranged her hair into two loose braids. “It won’t be much longer now. A couple of weeks. Three maybe. And then we’ll have to redraw our schedule. Again.”

“You mean you will have to redraw your schedule, my love.” She reminded him, gently moving her hands over her bump. Brandon was right. Even less than three weeks, maybe. Her boys came early, each seeing the light exactly at midday. They were greeting the Suns of Solaria, her father had said, proud as ever. Her little girl took her time, choosing to be born at midnight. To honor the Moon, to put it into her mother’s words.

The former King and Queen of Solaria were on much better terms now than they’d ever been when they were younger, married and co-rulers. Now, each had taken their way, helping Queen Stella and her King Consort rule the country, acting as their advisors, and even ambassadors, sometimes. Especially when Stella was so heavily pregnant she couldn’t risk leave the Palace even for short trips. And Brandon wouldn’t leave her side.

After their first child was born, Lucas and Anne, Brandon’s parents had decided to move to Solaria, and stay at the Palace, where King Radius had gladly granted them a place at court, even though they would have been content with just spending time with their three grandchildren, soon to become four.

“Hair-do is hair-done, my Queen.” Brandon said, leaning down to kiss her on the cheek. “Is there anything else Her Majesty desires?”

She chuckled. “Another joke like that and the baby will come right now.”

“Oh really?” Brandon knelt down next to her and gently put his hands on her belly, feeling the movements of the baby, their kicks and turns. “Do you want to meet your mama, baby girl?”

“Baby girl? And if it’s a boy?”

“We’ve already had two boys and a little girl. It’s time for another alpha female in the family, is it not?”

“Mmmm … I feel like it’s gonna be a boy this time too.”

“You never guess right, Stella.” He brushed a kiss on her belly and stood up. Then he took her hands to help her do the same. She rested her head on his shoulder. “Tired, my Queen? Me too.”

“You try carrying a baby inside you for nine months and then we’ll talk about being tired.”

“Ouch!” He put a hand on his heart, pretending she’d hurt him. “You wound me, Stella!”

“Do I?” She smiled. “Come here and I’ll show you how much I can wound you …”

Brandon took a step back. “You’ll have to catch me first.”

“You’re such a kid!” Stella took a step forward and … she stopped.

Suddenly the floor was wet all around her.

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“You were right.”

“We were both right.” She replied, holding a little girl in her arms, while Brandon had an identical little boy sleeping in his. “Twins.” She repeated, still amazed that they had created not one, but two new lives. For the stars, Brandon had said. They were born during a new moon, under a pitch-dark sky and twinkling stars all over.

“Now we definitely need to rearrange both our schedules.”