#everything moves too fast and we want easy satisfaction and that's a huge reason why misinformation is so effective

[britneyshakespeare]

ppl will just reblog posts w outright historical misinformation in them

[prof-peach]

What would make a good ghost-type starter? My kid's about to turn ten and REALLY wants a Gastly. I think it's because the Ecruteak Gym Leader, Morty, and his Gengar are like, her childhood heroes. She says she even wants to be a ghost-type specialist. Honestly though, I'm kinda reluctant. I mean, you've heard the rumors about ghost-types and children, right?

Your concern as a parent is wholesome, and I can understand your reluctance to dishing out a ghost Pokemon without further investigation first, so let’s put some rumours to bed here.

The dex entries often depict ghost types and tricky, scary, wild and sometimes even dangerous, stealing children away, being living grudges, turning lost kids to Pokemon, and being overall hard to handle, often somewhat lacking in empathy even.

This is what a dex does, it’s built for kids, it’s information is out there to inspire kids to find intrigue in species that are overlooked. When your little, you make up stories, as a parent I’m sure you know, some of those stories your kids tell you seem actually terrifying, horrific, some kids love to indulge in the creepy, the unusual. It’s not to be feared, it’s to be celebrated. The dex is an exaggeration, a base for further learning, and often the gateway to kids wanting to know more. There is a fatal downside, their entries and statements about some species can be unnerving to a regular adult. We are fearful, we see this potentially spooky dangerous thing and of course we want to protect the family from that. But the info given is often a 1% (at most) chance occurrence.

Phantump? They aren’t born of lost kids in the woods. You ask any breeder worth their salt, and they’ll tell you they’ve seen those Pokemon hatch from eggs like everything else.

Drifloon, tries to steal kids apparently? Nah, they’re lighter than air, most of their movements just simply look that way, but it’s usually the wind pushing their bodies about. They’re actually very kind pokemon.

What else, oh, Banette. Born of a discarded toy with an eternal grudge? Haha nope. They aren’t all made that way, at all, many evolve to be perfectly happy healthy Pokemon with a lot of love for their trainers.

The dex focuses in on the unusual, the extraordinary, the facts that statistically will interest their target demographic most, and kids have way less fear than us. Look at yours. She’s been exposed to the same stuff you have, yet she’s not hesitant to want a ghost type, she’s not afraid, not learnt that fear yet, which is an incredibly good thing.

On the very unusual case where a ghost type is like their dex entry, it’s usually captured, aided, and rereleased in a secure location, away from those who could get hurt by it.

Ghost Pokemon do not hatch with a choice of body, a choice of type, or a set of rules to follow. Just like us, they learn and amble through their life trying to find satisfaction, friends, work, family, love and kindness, and to figure out how they fit in it all. They’re highly complex and empathetic Pokemon, often treated differently because of what they are, rather than who they are. When they find people and Pokemon who don’t treat them with hostility and unkindness, they will spend their life with them, they will give everything for them, protecting their loved ones with the ferocity other species can’t muster.

I for one think that as long as your kid knows what to expect, and is responsible and reliable in caring for a Pokemon, then perhaps it’s a good time to start looking. A ghastly is a perfectly fine starter, they have low care requirements, snacking occasionally, but feeding mostly from places of reflection or worship.

You know why ghost types always hang around graves? It’s how they feed. When people reflect, they produce a certain kind of energy, it is not something you can measure easily, or see, but a ghost Pokemon can sense it. They have learnt to live off the energy people expend reflecting, and the most common accessible place to get this for a ghost type, is graves. They also frequent places of worship, monuments beloved by locals, and buildings that once housed a lot of love. You can tell when an abandoned house had something truly terrible happen in it, not even the ghosts will feed there. The energy is bitter to them, and many don’t care for it.

To help your kid, set up a place within the house where you, your family, your other Pokemon, can go to reflect. Some people build this space around the telephone, or computer. When thinking of, or talking to distant loved ones, the same energy is produced, so at home the ghost type can snack and not run low on energy. It’s a nice modern day adaption that’s makes caring for ghost much easier thankfully. Spending 10-20 minutes every other day in the reflection zone will feed the ghost, but will not drain you or your kid. They do not eat up a lot from us, nothing we haven’t already expended.

Along with this, be aware that the ghost line can be somewhat nocturnal, so setting up a regular bedtime might be a little tricky, so that the Pokemon is accounted for, but also so the kids not out all night, that’s not safe at all. Sunset seems to be their peak active hour on average, long shadows mean they can jump around fast between dark patches, a trick ghost show off regularly.

If you are worried, try to make time to go out with your kid and their partner, to a park or maybe a more central street that’s well lit, so they can practice and be trainers in a safe environment. I can totally get not wanting them out in the dark alone, safety always comes first.

What else. She’ll probably have to start carrying an umbrella around. Ghastly aren’t too keen on suuuuper bright light, midday is not easy for them, but some do not want to sit in the pokeball while their trainer is up and awake, they want to play and be around them. An umbrella means they can get some shade no matter the time of day, and have some freedom to move about even in harsh sunlight. Too long in the sun will drain them of energy, and they’ll need to rest and sleep it off, recharge at the reflection station at home, or go spend an hour in a churchyard or something.

They eat most things and sleep anywhere, so there’s not a huge amount of specialist items to be bought for the home. Test different flavours on them, and try to find a ghastly that has a temperament that’ll get along with your whole family. You should definitely check out local adoption centres, they are in undated with ghost types this time of year. People hand them in for all sorts of reasons.

Little tip, if you bring Morty spicy baked goods, like chilli cheese bread or something, he’s more inclined to help you. He hangs out near the burnt tower a lot with his team, and takes trips to the local food festivals too, so if you notice an advert for one, see if you can catch the guy there. He’s reluctant to take on students, but if your kid turns up with a ghastly, and (from what I can assume) and overabundance of energy for Pokemon, plus a spicy treat, the guy melts a little and you can ask questions or request a little time for your kid to get some tips and tricks from a professional gym leader. I think it’d be interesting to investigate at the least, sounds like he’s the closest link between her and the Pokemon she so desperately loves. Plus how cool would that be for her? Gets to talk to her childhood hero. Kind of cool.

As a parent, I advise you get some cleanse tags too. There may be rooms you don’t want them entering, or items you don’t want them messing with (knives/power tools ect) , placing a cleanse tag on each wall, or on the items, will stop them interacting with them, so you can sit knowing things are safe for the Pokemon and your family.

In short, don’t knock the ghost types, they’re just as important, kind and loving as any other Pokemon. I’m not saying naughty troublesome ones don’t exist, but chances are you’ll find one that’s a great match for your family. Thank you for asking questions and not jumping to just get a Pokemon ASAP, you’d be surprised how few people do their homework before inviting in a new Pokemon to the home.

[differentkettleoffishalltogether]

I’m On Fire [Chapter 1]

Summary: With her sister’s wedding fast approaching and her Mom hounding her about finding a date, Y/N makes a terrible decision that lands her and her least favorite genius in a confusing situation.

A/N:  This is the first part in a series, I’ve written the first few chapters already so I’m hoping to update pretty regularly! I hope you guys enjoy, and any feedback is always appreciated! ❤️

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Category: Fake Dating, Enemies to Lovers, (Eventual) Smut, Fluff, Angst, it’s a Slow Burn Baby

Warnings: None really for this chapter, cursing? Mean-ish Spencer

Word Count: 6.5k

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I wasn’t at the BAU long before it started to feel like home. The team became my family, pure and simple.

Having been recruited by Hotch at only 22 I'd sort of fallen into the roll of the little sister to the team without really meaning to. It's not that I was naive, or particularly sheltered even. I know I'm good at my job, and I'd want to be, given how my life's revolved around it almost entirely. But the team seemed to adopt a protective mindset over me right off the bat.

When I first joined the FBI everything was terrifying. I worked so hard for my PhD, trying to get into the unit, but there's almost nothing that can actually prepare you for the real thing. Being out in action in the field, working the cases out in real time. Sometimes they had a smooth, easy conclusion followed by loud obnoxious drinks together. Then there were the others, the ones that kept me up for days after and felt as though they owned little pieces of my heart still.

It was JJ that helped the most on those horrible flights back on the jet. Noticing my anxious ticks and uneasy disposition after that first case that had ended badly. JJ had been through it all before, taking too many cases home with her. Seeing her son's little faces in the kids that we couldn't help. If I was the baby of the team JJ was the big sister, looking out for everyone.

Morgan on the other hand was the outrageously cool older brother, the one you just wanted to be. Early on he'd helped my weak self with the ruthless fitness regimen the FBI required, he offered to pull some strings and get the test written off. But I couldn't accept that, there was something in me that just wanted to impress Morgan, and honestly still does. Like somehow if he thought you were cool, then it became true. So I passed the exam, but getting up a flight of stairs was near impossible for a week after.

Emily was probably the fun aunt. The one that would sneak you booze at the family gathering, or take you to your first concert. Emily was actually the one who'd found me, digging around colleges for potential recruits she'd had me picked out for a while I later found out. Insisting that Hotch give me a shot. It was reassuring to know I had someone who would stick up for me from day one.

I was an tech analyst, among other things, sort of a counterpart for Garcia in the field. So it was no surprise to anyone when the two of us hit it off as though we'd known each other forever. We weren't the same by any means though. Penelope was bold, and bright, and confident beyond measure, where I've typically felt like more of a blend into the background type. I've always thought of myself that way, despite my achievements. I'd also always believed I was fairly inoffensive, no one I'd met had ever had a huge problem with me, 'till I got to the BAU that is.

Every rose has its thorn I suppose.

That thorn in my side was Dr. Spencer Reid.

It wasn't that Dr. Reid was a bad agent, or even a bad person. I hadn't actually met him before that first day in the conference room, but I'd known who he was for a long time. Before I came along he'd held the mantle of 'youngest ever recruit' in the unit, while I was studying I'd read any of his work I could get my hands on because of that fact.

I figured it must've been some sort of hazing when he looked me up and down that first day I was introduced, and then proceeded to blank me entirely for a full week. Up until I'd wrapped my first case.

The whole team went straight from the jet to the bar. Proceeding to get far too drunk. Spencer joined, which the rest of the team found unusual, and I probably should've taken as a sign of things to come.

That case went well, and everyone was in high spirits but Reid had a sour disposition, at least it seemed that way every time he looked at me. After a few too many drinks I went outside in an attempt to sober up in the cold air, unfortunately Reid must've snuck outside not long before.

"Ugh" was all he said when he first caught my silhouette approaching him. The night was unusually cold so it had been deserted outside the bar that evening. I wasn't really sure why it made me nervous to be alone with him like this, the two of us leaning back against the same small area of brick wall, looking out at the cold night.

"Nice to see you too doctor" was all I could muster, I was drunk enough that I let my sarcastic tone leap out, "you can relax, I'm just trying to get some fresh air, it's too stuffy in there, and loud. I'm not here to talk to you or anything."

"Well aren't you a sensitive thing" he responds in kind, at that point I wasn't really sure if it was a coincidence or if he'd been genuinely avoiding me, but things were starting to clear up.

"I'm sensitive, that's a fun take on things" I joke, taking a long sip of cold water from my glass.

"And what's that supposed to mean, newbie?" his emphasis on the last word all but confirms my suspicions.

"Fuck man, what's your problem with me? Is it because I'm new, or because I beat your stupid record?" I quip. hoping that at the very least it might coax him out of his shell. Dr. Spencer Reid getting angry at me could honestly be better than the nothing I'd been experiencing from him until now.

"What stupid record?" he sounds genuinely confused

"I'm the youngest BAU recruit now?" I didn't know why else he could be so sour. He'd never met me before last week, and since he'd ignored me that first day I'd done all I could not to step on his toes. So if he had a reason to hate me this much, it wasn't something I'd done on purpose.

He takes a few moments to respond, raising his eyebrows and considering the information. He chuckles. He fucking chuckles.

"That's funny." he says, his voice leveling out, "I didn't peg you as funny newbie" that word sets something off in me again. Something about it is dismissive, or belittling. Before I could fight back he starts to move, maneuvering around me and heading back inside. A little too tipsy to think of anything constructive to say, I just mutter "Fuck you Spencer."

He swings open the door, as he walks inside he just says "See you Monday, Newbie" without even looking at me.

And that was only the beginning.

----

"You know I'm just trying to make sure you get enough rest sweetheart. There's no need to get so defensive!" it was far too early in the morning to be dealing with this call. Since joining the BAU a few years ago this was a standard call from my Mom. Equal parts well meaning and over-bearing, and generally asking far too many questions.

"I'm not getting defensive Mom, I get plenty of rest, my job is just very important to me and you know that." I knew she was right to be at least a little worried, this job was consuming, and in all honesty I wasn't sure how people like JJ were married and still here. It seemed like an impossible feat.

"Fine sweetie, how are your co-workers doing then? How's Penelope? Give her my love" she loved Penelope, I think she thought that Penelope tethered me to the normal world, and in a way she was right. She kept me sane, and fun, and made me eat pizza and do face masks once a week at least. Even when I didn't think I wanted to.

"Pen's great Mom, everyone's good. Well, the usual ones get on my nerves, but I'm fine." As I say it I glance across at Dr. Reid, the only person who's also in as early as I am most days. I'm not sure if he can hear me but he's tapping his pen so loud on his desk that it takes all of my energy not to walk across the bullpen and stab him with it.

"Y'know what Mom, I'm actually just after getting to work and it's a busy day so can I call you back later?" I chance, getting her off the phone is always an ordeal.

"Fine, fine, I'll let you go. But wait one last thing!"

I knew what was coming. It was always coming.

"Are you seeing anyone, Margot's been wondering too, just thought I'd check in?"

Pinching the bridge of my nose and trying not to scream down the line, I just sigh out the frustration instead.

"No Mom, believe it or not, I've made no progress on that front since you asked me all of 3 days ago."

"See you are being defensive!" she snaps

"I gotta go, bye Mom. Love you!" I say, hanging up quickly before dropping my head down into my arms on my desk, resting like that for a few moments in silence.

Hearing Garica chuckle behind my ear I perk up and spin around. She's holding a small paper cup of coffee and hands it to me. I look at it confused, "Sorry about the paper, I couldn't find your mug in the cabinet" she apologizes, looking over at Dr. Reid and rolling her eyes. Now I know he can hear me from his seat, he takes that moment to sip from my mug and place it gently back on his desk.

It hadn't taken long for him to start toying with me. It was always stupid childish things. Things I couldn't get genuinely annoyed at, that would give him far too much satisfaction, knowing he was getting to me in any real way. This was one trick he liked to play if he got into the office before me, he'd take my mug and make his coffee in it, just to spite me I guess.

"Why does he even do that, it's so stale" she said, just a little louder than normal to make sure he could hear. Garcia and Reid were still good friends and team-mates but she liked to stand up for me when she could. He liked to avoid me as much as possible so he'd usually go to Garcia before me if he needed help with something. Even when the two of us were out in the field together. Which was obnoxious but it was just another thing I'd gotten used to over time. And as long as it didn’t interfere with the case I just forced myself to let it go.

"I know it's such low grade bullying isn't it?" I shot back with a chuckle.

"So I'll take it that was Mommy dearest" Penelope gestures to my phone. She knew my Mom, and she knew about her general overbearing energy. I let out a groan thinking about the call again, and the calls that were to come.

"Isn't it always Mommy dearest?" I joke

"So she's still on your ass about the wedding then?" I'm sure Penelope was almost as sick of hearing about it as I was,

"Margot's getting married in like 4 months now, and every time Mom calls there’s just some new hometown loser she wants to set me up with Pen. It's fucking exhausting" I take a sip of the coffee she made me, savoring the bitter taste. She sits down on my desk for a moment, leaning in.

"Honey, did you ever think that if you got out there and found someone, she wouldn't be on your ass at all?" I don't want to think about that, about how she's completely right. All I can do is let out another small groan and lean back down onto my desk.

"Too early Pen" I say, it's muffled by the desk but she gets the message. Hopping up and heading to her own office as some more people start to arrive for the morning.

Leaving me alone to make a start on my paperwork that had built up throughout the week. Fridays were usually slow like this, giving me a little too much time to think. I couldn't shake the thought that my Mom and Penelope were actually right. Maybe I was a bit too invested in the job, and maybe that was a pretty big factor in why my last relationship imploded but I wasn't about to admit that to anyone.

----

After that the day crawls by, thankfully no cases pop up so the weekend might actually be free. Trying to make sure I clear up all of my paperwork takes a little longer than I'd hoped and leaves me alone in the bullpen. It seems like everyone's gone home by the time I've packed up and I'm ready to leave. Which wasn't as out of the ordinary as I'd like it to be really. Everyone else seemed to have somewhere to be on a Friday night.

Waiting for the elevator to arrive my phone started to ring, I could see my Mom's caller ID on the screen. If I just let it go I know she'll call back later, may as well get it out of the way. I take a deep breath in anticipation before I answer.

"Hey what's up?" I answer, stepping inside the elevator as the doors ping open.

"Hi sweetie, I've got good news! Do you remember David? That lovely boy, he helped out your Father that summer in high school?" I know what's coming and rub my temple, trying to stifle the headache I know is coming. As I answer a hand slides between the elevator doors, popping them open again.

Dr. Fucking Reid walks in, and he looks about as happy to see me as I am to see him. I make eye contact and look away just as fast, willing him away with my mind. "Yes Mom, I remember him, why are you telling me this?" I already know the answer but I'm fed up, she still sounds excited when she responds.

"Well you won't believe it! I ran into him at the market this morning and I thought you'd like it if I passed on your phone number to him, maybe for the weddi-" it took all I had not to shout into the receiver, and maybe I would've had the elevator been empty.

"Mom! Jesus!" I have to reign myself in, but I have a bad idea, "You know what, I'm actually sorted. I've got a date lined up now" I'm not sure why I said it with no real plan in place. She sounds even more excited than I've ever heard her.

"Oh my, that's amazing sweetie! That was fast, I can't believe you found one since this morning, it's someone from work so?" she assumes, and I'm just not thinking fast enough to correct her.

"Mmhmm, yeah" I'll figure out the logistics later I rationalize.

"Oh! Is it that boy you're always on about, the one who teases you?" she asks, and her voice is full of joy, and it makes me feel horrible that I'm lying already, and that I'm going to let her down.

"Yup, that's the one, look Mom I gotta go, I'll talk to you later! Night" I blurt out so fast it has to be obvious I'm nervous.

I can hear a stifled chuckle behind me. Fuck. How loud is my phone speaker. Could he hear that. Surely not. But this elevator was completely silent. The doors open and I have to stop myself from running to my car at top speed. Instead I walk out just a little faster than normal, turning around to shoot him a small wave goodbye. And he's got this devious smirk on his face that makes my stomach turn.

Sitting into my car I pull out my phone to text Garcia immediately.

I'm on my way to yours right now. It's urgent.

——

Traffic's light so it takes maybe 10 minutes before I arrive at Garcia's place. My mind's racing and my body takes me there on autopilot. Why did I say any of that, why did I even answer the damn phone. Why did I wave goodbye to Spencer, I never usually did that. Maybe that's why he had that look on his face. Maybe he was just thinking of something funny that happened earlier and it had nothing to do with me at all. That was something he'd do to mess with me for sure.

How was I going to walk this back with my Mom, she was just gonna have more questions that I couldn't answer. Fuck.

Garcia buzzed me up and her door was open for me by the time I got up the stairs. This little purple apartment had become my second home. It was where I spent most of my evenings off, laughing on the same sofa I was collapsing face first into right now. Garcia nestles in beside me and runs her hand over my hair, "Hey sweet pea, what's happening? I don't want to sound too concerned but you're not giving me much to go off? Are you dying, is there drama? You're going to have to tell me what's so urgent before I burst a blood vessel?"

I let out a muffled, "is drahmuh" into the pillow, Garcia shakes my shoulders.

"Sit up babe, damn!" I have to heave myself out of the pillows, sitting upright on the sofa beside her, clutching one of the pillows in my arms.

"It's drama" I repeat,

"Well, out with it then, you know I'll take all the drama I can get! Spill, spill" she rushes me along. I'm already apprehensive, Reid's her coworker too, but if anyone would understand why this was such an issue it was gonna be her.

"Okay, I'm after doing something stupid and I think I really need your advice" I cringe already, thinking back to the elevator, throwing out my words faster, I continue the story, mostly trying to get it over with, "my Mom called again when I was on the way out tonight and she was trying to set me up with this guy, and Reid was there, and I got all flustered, and I told her I had a date already" I throw my head down into the pillow again.

"Wait why was Reid there?" she looks like she's trying to fit puzzle pieces together and she's getting nowhere, "And what's the drama?"

"Shit Garcia, it was in the elevator and it was all quiet, and maybe he heard the call, maybe he didn't but he had this fuckin' look on his stupid face" I can't shake the smug little smirk, it's burned inside my eyelids. Garcia's face falls in what looks like disappointment.

"Ugh Y/N! That's nothing chill out, why does it matter if he heard your call? I know you guys are all weird but none of that is any of his business anyway!" she shoo's her hand in the air, dismissing the whole situation.

"No Garcia, it is his business now" I have to close my eyes when I say it, I can't look at her "I told my Mom that he was my date, well, I didn't say his name or anything, she assumed it was someone from work and so I just agreed, and then she suggested that it was him and then I fucking panicked Pen, I fucked up so bad. What do I do?"

I finally opened my eyes to look up at Garcia. She was sitting in pure silence, pursing her lips in what seemed like contemplation. The puzzle pieces finally slotting together. It's as though a light bulb goes off behind her eyes and she bursts out in fits of laughter. Doubling over on herself before finally taking a few breaths to calm herself down. I'm honestly not sure why she finds the whole thing so funny, she know's how needlessly annoying he's made my life, she's seen it first hand and heard me talk about it over and over again in this very apartment over pizza.

"Garcia, this is not fucking funny! This is serious!" I try to calm her down, I need advice not whatever this is.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, I love you dearly. But this isn't funny, this is hilarious. It's like you're Sandra Bullock in some mid-90's rom com. I love it" I don't love it, in fact I hate it. I nearly snap at her but pull myself back.

"Pen, come on, help me out. What do I do with this, how do I fix it?" I plead.

She stops laughing and pulls out her phone, "Okay, I'm sorry. I'm going to order us a pizza, and we're gonna sort this thing out together, sound good?" I just nod and collapse back into the sofa. I think I feel better now that I've gotten it out in the open.

----

Penelope makes us tea while we wait for the pizza, she keeps lemon & ginger in her cabinet for me, just like I keep mint for her. The warm mug and the steam calm me down. After a few minutes alone to think about it I start to figure it out a little better. I figure I can just lie to my Mom for a while, it might suck but I can pretend for a bit and then make up some excuse as to why he can't come closer to the time. Then I can just bring Garcia instead and everyone's happy. I'm about to float my plan to her there's a knock on her door. I was so caught up that I hadn't really noticed quite how starving I'd gotten. Leaping up of the sofa to grab the door.

I swing it open but it's not the pizza guy. Somehow it's the opposite of the pizza guy, my worst nightmare is on the other side of the door. He must notice my eyes blow completely wide. "Y/N!" he says, more of a statement than a question really, like he's telling himself that he's actually seeing me in the doorway. I'm not as gentle.

"What the fuck are you doing here Reid?!" I can't even disguise my anger. He seems a little flustered, like he's got absolutely no idea how to proceed.

"Um, uh, is Garcia here? I can, um, I can just come back later?" he swallows hard and shakes his head, before I can agree and tell him to get lost Penelope races to the door, pulling it wide open.

"Nope, that won't be necessary Doctor! Come on in, you're right on time sweetheart" she waves him in and he walks past me, his demeanor changing almost instantly. He's smug, like he's won whatever battle this was. And I hate it. Though he's still as confused as me despite the newfound attitude. Reid sits down on the sofa, right where I had been sitting. I bite my tongue and sit on the opposite end.

"Are you okay Garcia?" he asks with a genuine concern, "What's going on, what was the emergency?". He's not stupid, he knows she's not in danger now that he's here. But he wants answers. I don't know that I've ever seen him this confrontational with anyone, well anyone but me. The entire time I’m staring her down as she sits in the armchair opposite the two of us. My keys are in my pocket and my car's right outside. I could just jump up and make a break for it. Escape.

"You know what Doc, you won't believe it but I'm not actually the one with the emergency" she takes a beat, and I'm starting to think that I might understand why people murder other people after all these years, "Y/N has something urgent she needs to talk to you about" she's silent for another moment, and she almost looks giddy, "Actually Spencer, you might already know a little something about the matter already, now that I think about it" she smirks, and it's pure joy.

My keys are in my hand ready to bolt when the doorbell chimes again. "Oh, that'll actually be the pizza this time, if you two will excuse me" she hops up out of the armchair and races to the door, leaving the two of us alone in a horrible silence. The tension is almost too much, I want to speak but I really have no idea what to say, or how to even start saying it. But he starts.

"Y/N what's going on, I feel like I'm out of the loop here? What am I missing?" he asks, and there's something uncharacteristically genuine about the way he says it, but he can't turn to look at me as he speaks. I almost want to let my guard down and just have a conversation but I can’t force myself to do it. "Shut up Reid." is all I mutter, folding my arms across my chest.

He turns sharply on the sofa to face me. "Hey Y/N. Believe it or not I'm about as happy as you with whatever kind of Parent Trap situation Garcia's got going on here. But from what I'm picking up on you've got a problem and I'm supposed to be able to help with it. So do you want to tell me what's going on or not? I can just go?" I can see that there's an anger bubbling right below the surface, threatening to burst. I know I shouldn't but I let him stew in silence for a little too long and he jumps up off the sofa.

"Y'know what, typical" he mutters, rolling his eyes as he says it, "this is all about you." he throws his bag over his shoulders and begins to walk towards the door. Something in me just snaps.

"All about me?! Are you fucking kidding? I've been tip-toeing around you for years, ever since I joined this damn unit!" I shout as Garcia comes back into the room, pizza box and plates in her hands.

"So, who's hungry?" Garcia asks, trying to break the tension, or pretending there's no tension at all. Reid shakes his head in disbelief and rubs his temple before he speaks again, "Actually I was just gonna head out" he gestures to the door, "I'm clearly not wanted here so I'm gonna leave you guys to it." Spencer makes a move to leave but Garcia grabs the strap of his shoulder bag, yanking him back ever so slightly before he really has the chance to escape.

"You are going absolutely nowhere kid" She points back to the sofa, "get back there" she glances to me, staring with far too much intensity. "You too, sit." Her voice is more stern than I've ever heard it, even while we were on a case. I can't help but obey her command and I sit back down on the sofa in silence. Followed by Reid, clearly processing the same uneasy feeling of a serious Penelope.

She sits opposite the two of us again. "Y/N, Spencer, I love the two of you with all of my heart, albeit separately, and I would die for either one of you. But you've got to chill the hell out!" she says it like she's had it bottled up forever. The tension that releases from her as she says it looks euphoric.

She opens up the pizza box and lays it on the coffee table and takes out a slice for herself. Taking a bite she leaves the two of us in stunned silence. Once she finishes the mouthful she turns to me specifically, "Y/N you tell him, or I will." dead serious. And the feeling in my belly is like I've just fallen down an elevator shaft.

My stomach is in knots as I turn to Spencer on the sofa next to me. His face is puzzled and I think I might be able to make out pure terror in his expression. I don't know that I've ever been looked at like this before and my stomach screws up tighter. I have to take a deep breath and I can't believe I'm about to say it. "Fuck it" I have to take another breath almost immediately so I just have to force the rest out, "I don't know if you heard the call I was on while we were in the elevator earlier?" I look up to gauge his reaction and I can see his face relax, and worse than that, one corner of his mouth lifts into a sort of smile. It's a look of pure smug satisfaction and I think I might scream. I have to close my eyes because I really don't think I can look at that face as I say the next part.

"My sister is getting married in a few months and my Mom's been on my ass to find a date for the wedding and she keeps trying to set me up with these losers, so I fucking panicked, and I told her you were my date." by the time the sentence is out my eyes have screwed up so tight it feels like I have to pry them open.

He sits in silence for too long. Thinking, maybe?

"So I'm the boy who teases you then?" he grins. So he did hear. And he did laugh. He looks far too self satisfied. Now he knows he's right. He knows I've talked to my Mom about him, that he's gotten in my head. I can tell from his smile that he's savoring the moment. Mostly because I can't slap the smug smile off his face I drop my head into my hands. In an effort to disappear I guess.

"So," he says, taking a moment, "is that all you wanted to say then?" he asks, lighthearted and obnoxious, back to his usual self. I snap back to reality, shooting my head back up.

"What do you mean is that all?" I throw back genuinely shocked,

"Is that all you had to say Y/N? Can I go now? It's a long bus ride home y'know" he smirks but makes no effort to move. He can't possibly be making me do this.

"Well no, obviously!" I stutter, "I mean, are you, will you, uh?" I can't bring myself to say it out loud. He leans in on the sofa looking directly at me, refusing to break eye contact.

"Did you have something you wanted to ask me Y/N?" I just want to smack that fucking look off his face,

"Fuck you Spencer Reid" I almost whisper under my breath, but Garcia snaps me back to reality.

"Hey!" she looks at me, stern again, "Ask him." it's not a question, or a suggestion, it's a command.

"Fine okay" I scrunch my eyes up again, "Will you come to my sisters wedding with me as my fake boyfriend?" I curl up into myself as I say it, I can almost feel the bile rising up from my stomach. Like I'm having a biological reaction to the whole thing.

Reid crosses his arms and sinks back on the sofa, like he's performing the act of thinking. He's considering my offer to make me squirm.

When he finally speaks he says "Well I would Y/N, but I really fail to see what's in it for me" he's after getting cocky now.

Garcia pipes up, excited, "Oh, Oh! I know! I have an idea!" she interjects, "Spencer remember how a while ago, back after your apartment flooded you were all all worried about your antique books and prints and stuff?" he nods, "Well Y/N could digitize the collection for you as a back up? I know you're a technophobe? C'mon Y/N, you know you could do that no sweat, and it would take you a lifetime alone Spencer?" I really don't want to admit it but she's right. Even I knew Reid was adverse to any technology that wasn't vital, but it was your specialty. And maybe that was a good trade off, a job like that would be near impossible for him to pull off without help. I take a glance over at Reid and he seems to have had the same train of thought as me. He lets out an exaggerated sigh and relaxes his posture.

"Fine, I guess that's a fair trade. I'm in." he resigns and I almost can't believe it. I'm barely processing the whole conversation as he sticks his hand out to me, I'm confused for a second before I grab it and shake it firmly. Condemning myself to whatever's about to happen. And it's not the time to be thinking about it but maybe this is the first time Spencer and I have ever touched? But I shove that thought away.

Garcia's positively beaming and she's not even trying to hide it. "Now it's like you're both in a Sandra Bullock movie, oh, but you're Hugh Grant maybe?" she points to Reid.

"Don't push it" I shoot in her direction, taking a slice of pizza, now that my anxiety stomach has sort of passed.

Once the pizza's been eaten in near completely awkward silence Spencer stands up off the sofa. His unsure demeanor has returned and he looks nervous. "I actually should get going this time" he says but Garcia pipes up to protest,

"No, it's not even late!"

"It takes me a while to get back home, thank you though Pen. For... this?" he gestures to the whole living room, "Night" he waves. He's almost made it to the door before I stand up out of my seat. I'm not really sure what comes over me, maybe it's gratitude, maybe it's guilt, or maybe I'm just exhausted.

"Wait Spencer. Let me give you a ride home?" I ask and it's like it's not even me saying it .

"Thanks, but I think I can make it home just fine" he dismisses, and there’s an antagonizing tone in his voice that snaps me right back to our usual rapport.

"I'm trying to do a nice thing here, fuck! Just let me do something nice!" I snap, and he throws his arms up in surrender.

"Fine alright, if it'll make you feel better"

"Fuck you Reid" I mutter under my breath and I sort of hope that he does hear me really. If he's gonna be hostile about this I can be too. I give Garcia a hug goodbye but I'm going to scold her for this whole thing later.

----

I lead the way outside and climb into my car, Spencer hops into the passenger seat and it feels as strange as always to be alone with him. Especially because it's not an accident, and it's not in work. Maybe this was a horrible idea. He seems like he's unwilling to break the silence, so I just get it over with.

"Where the hell do you live man? I'm gonna need directions." I say, as deadpan as I can muster, which probably isn't all that intimidating.

"Sorry, yeah, so you're gonna want to turn on the ignition" he teases. I definitely wasn't intimidating enough.

"Don't push it" I say, turning to give him a cruel stare, he just reacts with a smirk, that same one from the elevator earlier.

"Oh, I'm pushing it?" he asks, feigning disbelief

"I'll kick you out of this damn car" is all I can think to say. He barely responds, he just lets out a soft chuckle. I want to ask 'what's so funny' but he speaks before I can get the words out.

"I can't believe you talk to your Mom about me" he continues to laugh. That's enough.

"You know what Reid, of course I have! I work with actual murderers on a daily basis and somehow you've been the only real source of friction in my life since I joined the BAU!" He stops giggling a little, but not entirely, he looks like he's making an effort to contain himself.

"I'm sorry. I guess I just never knew I got to you like that" he still finds the whole thing amusing, but I sure as hell don't.

"Directions, now" I demand, looking straight out the front windshield.

"Fine, keep going straight on this road for a while and I'll tell you when to turn" he says, finally playing nice.

The two of us drive silently for most of the journey, the radio playing softly in the background. Eventually we arrive outside his building, and it's nicer than I thought it would be. But I have no idea what I was really basing that on. For some reason it hadn't occurred to me that Dr. Reid lived in an actual home, I had pictured him sleeping upside down in a cave maybe, or in a cryogenic chamber with all the other life-like genius robots.

"So," he says, breaking the silence, "When is this wedding?"

"4 months from now, in and around" I respond, matter of factly. Spencer nods, taking it in.

"Alright, so I've got 4 months, in and around, to learn enough to convincingly pass as your loving boyfriend. Doesn't sound so difficult." he jokes, his tone harsh and sarcastic.

"Look Spencer, I know this is insane and honestly kind of stupid. But in all seriousness, you can back out right now if you're not on board with whatever this is. I'm telling you this is the last exit ramp." I try to say it with sincerity, giving him a genuine out if he's not comfortable with the weird set-up that Penelope pulled on us both. He thinks on it for a moment and shakes his head.

"So how are we gonna do this?" he asks, and I really thought he was going to back out. So I don't have an actual answer.

"Well, I uh, I haven't really given a plan much thought. How about I come over and start working on some of the stuff you want digitized like Garcia mentioned and I can use the time to give you the footnotes on my life?" I suggest, at least that would make it easier to knock things out all at once. Rather than having to spend even more of my free time with Reid than necessary. He looks content with the improvised plan.

"Alright, sounds good." he undoes his seatbelt and opens the door to hop out of the car before turning back to me, "Are you coming inside or what?"

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The Child Surprise

Request: Hello! Please could you write something where the reader is Geralt's child surprise (instead of Ciri) and the reader wanders off while Geralt (and his companions if you’d like to include them) aren’t looking which results in the reader finding an animal which appears to be harmless but isn’t and while she’s running back to Geralt she falls (and doesn’t get back up) so the animal/monster is much closer to her than Geralt and it’s just a chaotic mess?...Sorry

Warnings: Angst (happy ending), a few doggos, the overuse of some words (sorry), the usual bad writing, swear words.

Characters: Geralt of Rivia, daugther!Y/N.

Pairing: Platonic! Geralt x Y/N

A/N: This got way bigger than I expected. This is (I believe) my first platonic fanfic, so I hope it’s good. I’m sorry for any spell errors. Feel free to like, reblog or leave a comment! Also, requests are open.

Being the daughter of someone who doesn’t want you is not easy. Being the daughter of someone who’s not biologically your father is harder. Being the daughter of a witcher is even worst.

After spending most of my life running from people who wanted my head on a plate, I learned things the hard way. Including those weird magical abilities that I hadn’t managed to control yet, but I was doing fine. Amazingly fine for that matter. Then, everything went down. And I supposed the worst that could happen was me getting killed, but no. There was something far worse than that.

I ran into the witcher.

I had heard his name before, in songs and tales and legends, and every time something weird happened inside of me: the familiar pull of guilt. I knew his name, and I knew what I should’ve done from the moment I had to run away to save my life, but I couldn’t find him in the first year. Nor in the second. When the third yeat started, I had already given up. 

There wouldn’t be any knight in shining armor, a hero to save me in the end. No father, no mother, no person who would take care of me. I was on my own, and I was finally living the best life (the very best you can live being haunted down and dealing with a lot of things inside your own mind).

Then, I ran into the asshole.

Geralt is tall, muscular, and tough, which basically means that he looks like a wardrobe or a door. Add sounds once in a while, you have a literal tall piece of wood that creaks once in a while. He likes to... drink. And I guess he likes women too, but it’s not like he’s very enthusiastic about it. He does like money. And one thing that I learned very quickly after meeting him: he didn’t like a lot of people.

And he didn’t like me.

It was easy to tell, from the way he looked at me (like I was one of the annoying people that kept bothering him) to the way he talked with me (when he decided to). And usually, I would ignore it, because having the protection of a Geralt was better than having no protection at all. Plus, he’s my father. In a way. 

And I would ignore it, most days, but when he left me in the outside of a brothel and handed me Roache’s rope, I snapped.

“You wait here for a while, I’ll be out in some time,” He said, looking for something in one of the bags attached to the horse.

“I beg you pardon?”.

“You can wait in a stable near, buy something to eat. Anything, really, just don’t spend all our money” he said, and then headed inside.

I felt anger boiling up inside of me, and I used all the strength in me not to scream at him. Instead, I made a decision: I didn’t need him. I didn’t need him before, and I don’t need him now. So, I took Roach and left her in a stable. That feeling stung in my chest again, like a little voice saying “wait, you need him”, but as usual, I chose to ignore it. The horse tried to eat my hair, and as I took the strand of hair out of her mouth, I tried to calm her down.

“It’s okay sweetheart. I’m going to miss you too, but it’s better like this. His protection is not worth it. I’m sorry” she makes a sound, and I swear I know what she’s talking about “I do sound like him, don’t I? I guess I am his offspring”.

I patted her affectionately once more and paid the man who took care of the animals.

“When a man with white hair-”

“The White Wolf?”

I blinked.

“Yes. The White Wolf. When he appears in here, give him this horse. It’s his. And if he asks about me-” I chew my lip. I didn’t have to do this, and the feeling on my chest was stronger than ever “just tell him that I was gone before you could stop me”.

He tried to say something. My “inner voice” tried to say something. Even Roach tried to say something. But I didn’t listen. 

I walked in the direction of the woods.

The trees moved slowly, and their noises kept startling me. We are fine, we’ve survived until now, nothing will hurt us. I figured that if I kept telling myself that, at some point, it would become true. My left hand was closed in a fist, and my right hand was firmly set around my knife. There’s no way I’m dying tonight. I’m not giving him that satisfaction.

Then, I heard it. A dog’s cry, coming from the middle of the woods. I squeezed the knife more forcefully, and held my other hand in front of me, ready to use whatever I had to be safe- even if it meant I had to let my control go away. It cried again, to my right side, and the woods kept making their noises. A shiver ran down my spine.

I walked in its direction.

As I got closer, the cry became louder. Not only that, but it multiplied to three different cries. Then, it clicked: it wasn’t a dog, it was cubs. I instantly relaxed and walked faster, the things that scared me before became just echoes in the distance. After dodging a big tree, I finally could see them: three small cubs of some kind of dog wandering around, calling for their mother.

I tried to ignore that feeling inside my chest. Too many similarities between us.

Two of them tried to get away from me, but the last one stepped closer, sniffing the air. I kneel, petting him carefully, and his cries ceased slowly. After a few minutes, the three of them were moving around me, touching my legs with their little paws and licking my hands. I almost let a giggle break through me, but a sudden growl made me freeze.

I turned around, slowly, and the three cubs went in the direction of the noise. And the sorcerer of that growl stared at me with angry eyes and sharp teeth.

Geralt got out from the brothel, and it was already dark out. He searched for a stable, looking for you or Roach and ignoring the disgusted glares he received from strangers. When he reached the place, a man immediately got up, seeming nervous. The witcher tried to ignore the urge to just walk away.

“Was there a girl here? She had a horse”.

The man trembled before answering, his voice cracking a little.

“Yes.. sir, The horse- it’s there, and it’s been paid for, but the girl left”.

Geralt closed his eyes and sighed. He knew this was going to happen. He should’ve explained why he went inside that place (to look for clues on a special monster from one of his “sources”) and then tell her to leave, but his pride got in the way: Geralt of Rivia didn’t have to explain himself to anybody. But of course, she left without saying nothing, because that’s what he would’ve done as well.

They were too similar after all.

“Where did she go,” Geralt asked, almost growling.

The man stuttered, hurrying up to get Roach out of her cozy place and handing her rope to Geralt. He was getting nervous, and so was Geralt.

“I don’t know sir, I turned around for one second and-”

The witcher dropped Roach’s rope and grabbed the man by his collar, slamming him in the nearest wall. Air leaves his lungs, and Geralt feels something inside of him shift. She could be in danger, and it would be my fault.

“Now, you will tell me where she headed to, or I’m destroying this place until there are only pieces of it” Geralt whispered, moving closer to his face.

“To the woods! She asked me not to tell you, I don’t know why, she just paid and left! Please, don’t hurt me!”.

Geralt’s senses seemed to wake up. He suddenly was aware of what could happen: bad people trying to hurt her, monsters tracing her scent, wild animals, poisonous plants, or worse.

She could be okay without him. 

He left the man there, getting on Roach and riding as fast as he could, only one thought in his mind: protect the girl whose whole life was his fault.

My life passed in front of my eyes, and it didn’t feel good, but for some reason, I felt calm. That weird feeling in my chest ceased, and I felt safe, while the huge dog showed his teeth and growled at me, her cubs stumbling behind her. I started to consider her size, her colors, the way her head was shaped...

A wolf.

Of course, it had to be a wolf.

From somewhere far away, I heard horse steps, but even if I screamed, it wouldn’t make a difference, she was too close. And the second I opened my mouth, she would jump on me and that would be it. The power in my blood called for me, telling me that I could just move my hand, and then it would all be over.

But she was just a mother. And she was just as scared as I was. I wouldn’t do to those cubs the same thing someone had done to me. So I just waited. The horse steps got louder, and a sparkle of hope lighted inside of me, but immediately died when it just stopped. I couldn’t believe I was actually going to die in those woods.

“Y/N, get out of the way!” Geralt screamed from behind me. So he was the man on the horse. 

He went in the woods, probably to look for me, but it was hard to believe. And a little voice in my head was trying to put some sense inside of me, but anger took over. He was just there because he needed to be, not because he wanted to. I was a burden. Fact. And for some weird reason, I knew he was going to hurt those wolfs. I couldn’t let it happen.

As the wolf was distracted by Geralt, I raised my hand and managed to summon that weird force. It took me a moment, but when it happened, the trees around us bent, creating a lot of noise that scared the wolfs. The mother growled once more and then proceeded to drag her three cubs away from us. I breathed deeply, shaking. Then Geralt appears in front of me.

“What were you thinking? You could’ve gotten yourself killed, you know that?” He shouted, looking livid and holding his sword.

“Why do you care?” I whisper, my vision going blurry as the anger turned into sorrow.

“What-”

“Why do you care? Why? Since you met me it’s clear that you don’t want me here! So why not just get freed from this fucking bond and let me go?” I scream, choking in the last part as the tears finally pouring from my eyes.

He stays silent for a moment, and I know it hit him, but I don’t want him to feel anything. I just want him to go away, but at the same time, I want to be protected. I want to have a mentor and a companion, not because there was magic involved, but because he chooses to. My eyes are closed, and I hear him getting close to me.

“I don’t need to be here,” He said, his voice soft for the first time. I look at him, and he’s kneeling in front of me “our bond exists, but I’m not required to be here with you. This is my choice”.

Something crashes inside of me, but I refuse to cry. It’s a warm feeling, and I can feel myself smiling. But I won’t say sorry, and he knows it. I can almost see a smile on his face as well. Maybe it would work, maybe it wouldn’t. Maybe he would leave, or I would leave, or I would die. But if I could feel this good thing in my chest for a while more, learn how to use my powers and get to know this “father”...

Maybe it was worth the try.

“Let’s go. I went inside the brothel because I had to get information from one of the women that work there. She’s a source. We need to go to a forest far from here, so we better get going”.

Oh. That’s why.

“You can ride Roach if you want to”.

Yes, it was worth the try.

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Step On It. (Driving School!AU)

Chapters: (0), (1), (2), (3), (4), (5), (6), (7)

Summary: you’re desperately trying to learn how to drive, but the instructors at your local driving school happen to be quite…eccentric, doing more harm than good. Will you be able to pass the exams before New Year’s Eve and win the bet with your friend?

Word Count: 2k

You exhaled deeply in the heated inside of the car. Most of the buttons and colorful gauges on the control board were still a bit of a mystery to you - that being the reason you had the textbook open on your lap as you leafed desperately through the pages. It also had something to do with the fact that you had been waiting a rather long time for your instructor who was nowhere to be found.

There was a squirming knot in your belly that reappeared with double force whenever your thoughts got sidetracked, imagining all the tragic accidents that you could be the cause of. With Law and his wits, his calming voice and dependable manner, those exact thoughts seemed to just vanish into the thin air; but with Kid? That man already gave you a scare yesterday, and that was even before he got to be your instructor. 

So much time had passed, you managed to spot most of the student drivers that happened to be struggling with the same issues as you were, wandering in and out of the driving school office. 

You jumped in surprise when someone knocked on the window. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” Law’s usual smirk seemed forced. You noticed, not without a bitter taste of reluctance, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of his messy, dark hair and alluring gaze.  “Eustass-ya will be driving with you to-”

“I remember,” you gritted out. “I thought you said you’ll be absent today?” 

“I just came to grab some papers and I’m out, but I think I’ll be able to check on you later. Also, (Name)-ya, don’t take things he says personally. Oh, and if he ever suggests-” 

“Yeah, yeah, get your skinny ass away from my car, Trafalgar. I hope you two already cleaned up after yourselves,” Kid said, making you grimace at the hidden meaning behind his words. He didn’t seem too bothered about that, pushing Law away and getting into the car - his posture was huge, but he moved with surprising smoothness. “Well? Are we drivin’ or waitin’ to die here? Start that car, kid. What’s that?” 

The last question was asked when Kid noticed the textbook on your lap - which was briskly snatched by him and thrown over the shoulder onto the back seat as he growled. “This ain’t a bookclub.”

Am I really going to drive with that maniac? you thought and took a deep breath, turning the key in the ignition. Already, you noticed your hands starting to shake when you reached up to clench them around the wheel. 

“I think you could practice some turns today. It’s easy,” Law added and you couldn’t help but reciprocate when he sent you a smirk. The last thing you wanted was to be left alone with the redheaded individual while Law was so available, or at least seemed to be. 

Apparently, Kid thought otherwise. He furiously rolled the window all the way upwards, cutting Law off. “Enough of that creep. Hit the road.” 

If all of your survival instincts suddenly decided to gather together, they’d be telling you to get out of the car and run. You disregarded the negative thoughts. What could possibly happen? That guy was an instructor, it’s his job to take care of your safety. 

Clinging to that desperate conviction, you slowly rolled the car out in the direction of a curve. Before you entered the main street, in your side-view mirror there was Law, talking with the ridiculously tall man you already knew was trying to teach Luffy how to handle a car. Drake seemed like a good instructor, but he didn’t always land himself very fortunately when it came to students. 

“Oi,” Kid disturbed your train of thoughts. “Eyes on the road, sweetheart. You’ll check that skinny ass out later.”

The heat in the car suddenly started to feel more intense. The vibes, however, were different than the ones Doffy gave out - his were annoyed and aggressive, whereas with Kid your worries were directed more towards how unpredictable and bold he was able to get. 

“He’s my instructor,” you mumbled, trying to keep the redness out of your cheeks, but it only seemed to gain in strength. 

“Pft, so what? He won’t be teachin’ you forever, will he?” 

Kid’s words rung in your ears, making them tint as well. Wriggling in the seat, you tried to focus on driving. Without Law’s clear instructions, it was challenging to keep up with all of the sequences before each turn, crossing and in traffic jam.

“So,” Kid sighed, stretching and sprawling his long limbs all over the place when you got stuck on a red light. “Why are you here?” 

“What do you mean? I want to get a driver’s license.” Your lips pressed into a thin line as you slowly got the car going, but it kept swinging back and forth. 

“Yeah, but why? Most peeps change schools after the first lesson. Why didn’t you? And release the clutch slower next time, add more gas.” 

You nodded with a deep inhale, keeping your eyes on the road. “I made a bet with a friend. I have to get that license before New Year’s Eve. He’s also a student here and wants me to get through the same school.”

“Who is he? And what if you lose?” He smirked mischievously, as if the perspective of you losing the bet was giving him some sort of satisfaction. A grimace bent his face when a rusty car drove past you. “Are you gonna let that jerk pass you? C’mon, step on that gas.” 

“50 is the speed limit here. And I’ll have to get whatever tattoo design Ace comes up with.” 

“Ace?” If your instructor had been drinking water, he’d have spit it out dramatically all over the place. Thankfully, he wasn’t, so he limited his reaction to a pitiful snort. “That dumbass? He can barely hold the wheel for more than half an hour before he hits the hay while the car is on full speed.” Kid snarled and looked out of the window. “That’s dumb. You don’t always manage to get the license fast and on the first try. Even if you’re a good driver.”

That’s the challenge, you thought but decided to keep quiet. On a roundabout, you took the wrong lane; all the blood suddenly rushed into your brain when Kid jerked the wheel to the right and directed the car the right way. Driving seemed like child’s play when you observed how he handled the car - with such confident manner, it was simply admirable. 

“When you wanna turn back on a roundabout, take the outer lane. Common mistake.” You took his words as a way to say ‘don’t worry about it’ - despite that, your hands started to sweat and tremble even harder than before. 

“Oi, get yourself together,” he mumbled, letting you take the wheel back. “More chill. You ain’t gonna crash while I’m in the car with you, sweetheart.” 

Thankfully, you two managed to make it alive to the maneuvering area; Kid hit the radio at some point and the tunes of Psycho Circus accompanied you when you entered the training place, the whole car vibrating due to how loud he set the radio on. 

“This whole fuckin’ school is a psycho circus,” Kid muttered under his breath, making you giggle. It felt as if a barrier had been lifted from in between you two - this man certainly wasn’t as bad as he posed to be at first. Or so you’d thought, back then.

He sent out careless waves to other instructors when you passed them. Since Law suggested to practice turns, you directed the car towards where the designated lanes were drawn - but, of course, Kid had other ideas. 

“Trafalgar wanted some curves, didn’t he? He’d need some for himself. But a’ight, he’ll get what he wanted. See those white lines on the road? Park there.”

As soon as the engine was turned off, you were able to look around the area. Immediately you spotted the absurd duo entering the place as well, with Drake being the one driving. He surely didn’t trust Luffy to maneuver the car in the public roads properly just yet, smart man. 

They pulled over beside you; Luffy rolled the window down with the usual grin on his face. “Shi shi shi, you guys are getting a lift too?” 

“I’m not giving you a lift, Luffy!” Drake barked from behind the boy’s back. “You were supposed to pay attention to the sequences-” 

“This kind of looks like we’re racing, shi shi!” 

With how much you wanted to disregard that horrifying idea, you couldn’t help but admit Luffy was right. Your cars were lined up perfectly, with a long, empty track in front. One glance at Kid was enough to guess just what he was thinking.

“Oi,” he started, and you already wanted to reply a strong ‘No’. “Wanna learn what true drivin’ is about? How about a quick race, Drake? My student against yours.” 

The repeated shaking of your head was left ignored when the instructor got out of the car, standing near enough for you to hear him. Drake looked like the exact reflection of your panicked thoughts when he pressed his lips into a thin line, trying to politely decline. 

“No, thank you. Luffy isn’t skilled enough yet. And it’s just an unnecessary risk too, since-” 

His sentence was abruptly cut off when another car lined up, tires screeching. This time it was a man you hadn’t seen before. His student was also a new sight - the girl looking fierce and just itching to step on that gas pedal with all of her might, her pink hair spreading around her shoulders in a similar fashion to Hina.

“Ah,” Kid smirked with content, greeting the new instructor. “Finally someone normal. What do you say, Shanks? A little race?” 

“Only if I get to race with you, after hours,” Shanks casually replied, much to your dread and panic, leaving his student in the car. “Get on it, Bonney!” 

The conversation and agreements in between the instructors were happening just too fast, as for your taste. You were barely able to comprehend the situation, when, all of a sudden, you found Kid spurring you on as if everything was already settled. 

“C’mon, kid! Show them what that skinny bastard taught you!” 

“W-wait,” you stuttered, turning over your shoulder and searching for your only ally in this predicament. Drake was already getting out of his car and jogging over to you, his eyebrows furrowed and expression concerned. 

“(Name), you don’t have to do this. Trafalgar asked me to keep an eye on you, and this is the exact opposite of what you’d consider safe-” 

“Oi, quit rambling! Let them feel those engines!” Kid laughed, quickly joined by Shanks. Those two looked like they were already having fun, whereas you felt like the heavens were calling out to you, pure terror creeping up your spine. What contributed further to this catastrophe of a lesson was another KISS song suddenly tuning in from the radio - Shout It Out Loud this time, which might have fitted the situation quite well, if only you weren’t busy enough trying to keep your heart inside your chest and not yet gushing out of your throat from nerves. 

Anything could go wrong. What if you lose control of the car? What if something suddenly jumps in front of the hood? What if the brakes stop working? You sent Drake a plead for help and, seeing his worried gaze, you were ready to get out of the car and just go home. 

“You scared or what? I did this a million times already,” Bonney yelled over to you from her seat, her furiously pink lipstick visible from the distance. “I wanna race! C’mon!” 

You took a deep breath. Maybe it would turn out to be good practice, after all. It was almost certain Law wouldn’t approve of this, but he wasn’t here. 

“It’s okay, I can try,” you told Drake, earning yourself a loud cheer from Shanks and a grin from Bonney. 

Luffy’s instructor still wasn’t convinced, however, as he took on a strict tone of a teacher scolding a disobedient child. “Kid, no.” 

“Kid, yes,” your instructor mocked and gestured for you to get the car started back on. 

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coffee shop au 4 (the one with the different names written on the coffee on different days) with ralbert? :)

disclaimer: don’t give me shit for their names i am TERRIBLE at names

but yea here are the sappho de lesbos stans

Once again, the ‘mystery customer’ was striking.

That sounding pretty ominous, it was nothing that serious. It was just that every week, always on a different day, they’d get that girl coming in. And she’d come at times it was pretty dead, most likely to get the same barista. There she always went, leaning on the counter, giving these soft eyes and these sweet words, and she’d leave with her order. It was never the same order either, she just… drank of everything, apparently. Your fave could never.

Somehow, she was indeed having an effect on that barista she was messing with, but that didn’t make her any less frustrating to deal with. Yeah, the flirting was nice, but if she had a set name it’d just be so much easier, wouldn’t it ? Because giving a different name every week was getting a little old.

Of course, the barista would get quite frustrated after some time, how couldn’t she ? It’d been going on long enough. And the list of names… were similar, for some. Sometimes just complete unrealistic jokes. She could remember them all - Race, Racer, Racetrack, Antonio, Anthony, Tony, even Edmund and Ed,… Pretty Girl, too. Maybe this one was fitting, but Berta absolutely refused to believe any of these other names were that “pretty girl’s” name. For one, some of these weren’t names, and well… the others were masculine, and judging by that last nickname, she wasn’t a guy.

Either way, the redhead had a hard time staying calm as the blonde began babbling, her oddly squeaky voice fitting so well with her messy accent and pronunciation, her tripping over words and her obnoxious giggle sounding somewhat endearing… Okay, maybe she totally wasn’t paying attention to what she was being told and she got too busy getting lost in thought, but who could blame her ?

… Right, herself.

Once she woke from this kind of weird daydreaming phase, she tried to harden her expression a little. “Okay, yeah. And the order ?” She said, maybe a little harshly. But it didn’t bother her customer, whose grin widened despite her cheeks perhaps darkened a tad.

Quad venti blonde breve latte, extra hot, no foam, four pumps vanilla, three pumps cinnamon dolce, two white mocha, stirred, light whip, extra cinnamon topping.

This was ridiculous. Once again, the girl’s order had to be ridiculous. Maybe that was one time too much, and that “one time too much” the barista didn’t bother waiting for the girl to give her a name. No, she was choosing it herself. It was obvious to see on the blonde’s face that she wasn’t exactly expecting that, but did she really have a choice ? No.

“Look at it once you’re outside,” Berta muttered, groaning quietly when the girl smiled again and poked her cheek before making her way out, whistling pretty loud - and getting looks from other customers, although admittedly there really weren’t that many. It still grabbed some of them’s attention, enough for them to notice the  barista quickly yet quietly following after her, letting her coworkers take care of the place if even just for a few minutes.

Keeping sight of the blonde wasn’t the hardest task. She hadn’t gone far, just walked a few metres away and was now reading the name written on her cup with some sort of surprise.

Endearing, the shorter girl would tell you.

Casually enough, she made a few steps until she was close enough to the girl, before pausing and more or less working up the courage to talk. She wasn’t all that good at communication all the time, but she still tried. “So, Foxy,” she called out, causing the other to jump and turn around. Her gaze was always as captivating, perhaps due to how obviously emotional it was - reading her mind was impossible, but her state of mind was all too obvious at all times. What really got Berta though, it surely was how evident the blush on her face was. Striking, such a contrast with her blue eyes and her blond curls, that pink really fit well. Made her look softer, and maybe a little less insufferable.

Her lips moved incoherently for a few seconds before she frowned, and pointed at the cup. “Y'ain’t wrote that, it’s ‘Vixen’ on it,” she protested, getting the other to raise an eyebrow. Maybe it’d been easy to guess making that flirty girl flustered wasn’t hard at all, but it still gave her some satisfaction. Oh, and also it was cute.

“I know what I wrote and I know vixens are foxes.” That sure wasn’t the answer that girl had hoped for. Berta could see her bite down on her lip as she thought of a reply.

“… Yea, but– still. Why’s that anyways, I 'on’t look like a fox !”

“Reminded me of one.”

Could the girl make it any more obvious that she clearly wasn’t used to being teased ? Or, flirted with, depending on how she took it. Either way, just one more endearing, sweet thing about that cute fellow, and it kind of made the former more confident.

This time though, maybe she actually put some thought into what she was about to say. Nothing crazy, but she’d always worked on that “speaking before thinking” basis, pretty much ; having to really work out some sort of appropriate response, or even question for the situation. Because in the end, that barista had ended up following her outside, there must’ve been a reason. Yes, that’d be her question.

“So… What’s ya doin’ here ? Ain’t ya workin’ ?” She uttered, her accent somewhat worsened. Oh, maybe because she was chewing on the… the cup. Was that a stress reliever ? Whatever.

“I wanna get your name.”

“What, I gave–”

“Your real name, so I don’t sob to my friends about a cute girl named Anthony,” Berta insisted, almost mockingly - although that was all light-hearted. The poor girl seemed to whimper after “cute girl”. Haha, she found her cute, she could die happy was what the whimper meant.

“Well… 'f ya want my name, then I bet you should invite me for a sleepover some time !” The blonde tried. It probably came off as silly, even if Berta just thought it adorable.

“A… sleepover ?”

“Yea, like… the best kind'a date.” She continued, managing to sound genuine about it. “It ain’t too fast if I’ been comin’ to your shop for two months. We can totally have a sleepover.”

“But I could be a murderer an’ kill you in your sleep.”

“Bitch, wha’s the issue here ? I’d die a happy death.” She retorted - maybe a little too quickly. A chance she hadn’t pulled out the whole “oh, crush me with your arms” or any sort of stupid stuff she looked like she would totally say. And the redhead clearly wasn’t wrong about that, that kind of answer had definitely come out of that girl’s mouth a few times… Maybe she shouldn’t be thinking about it.

“So, name ?”

She seemed embarrassed to say it. “Anya.”

“That’s a real pretty name.”

“Yea, shut ya’ trap, spare me the compliments.” Anya groaned, her gaze wandering elsewhere. “ ’S just a name.”

“Sure, Anya,” Berta answered with a chuckle, shaking her head. “So you said a sleepover ?”

“Yea.”

“Then gi'mme your phone number or something.”

“Ya wrote yours on the cup.”

“… Ah, I did that.”

“Yea.”

It was her time to be embarrassed again, it seemed. Had she really forgotten so easily ? That was a shame for sure, but Anya wouldn’t be too bothered by it, she could tell.

“Anyway, I’m… I’m gonna need to go back to work. Maybe come more often. Oh, and you don’t have to run away everytime, you can drink it at the shop,” the shorter girl offered. But she was met with a head shake, and that bright, quite shit-eating grin the blonde always wore. Back to normal, huh ? Couldn’t stay away too long.

“Nah, I’m a busy gal ! Gotta get goin’ as well. I’ll catch ya later.”

“Oh, well…” Was that sadness ? Yes, maybe she’d have liked to talk to her some time, at the shop. But if she was busy, then… “Talk to you soon.”

Anya waved, blew her a kiss and then… ran away. And Berta watched her, frankly smitten. What a goddamn rowdy… cutie.

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> hdskjdghsdh> ill update u on that

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Sims 4 Mods: Getting Started with Python Scripting (November Patch Update) For those familiar with Script modding (and those trying to learn it), Andrew over at Sims4Studio has updated the unpyc used for Script Mods for the upcoming November patch. He also posted a very easy to follow tutorial on how to get started.

To install Sims 4 mods, download the mod you'd like to use. Find your download with a file explorer and simply drag and drop or copy and paste it into your Sims 4 'Mods' folder. The game should.

Here is the list of 20 best Sims 4 Mods 2020: Sims 4 Mods. These Sims 4 mods have everything from minor modifications to complete rework. New ones keep on coming almost every week. However, it may be hard to keep track of which ones are the best. Many of the Sims 4 mods have not been updated for years, and any official game updates may make.

Food Delivery Service. Cooking in the Sims takes a long time. Spending 4 hours to make some nasty eggs just isn’t worth it, so order in! This mod is a huge upgrade to the pizza delivery service, and we love it.

Sims 4 has the best career paths of all the Sims games.

It’s one of those things that EA has truly perfected throughout the years, and the many modern careers are a big draw for this newest installment.

However you can never really have enough careers in a Sims game.

People who like to start many different saves often like to have their sims follow different career paths, and there comes a point where you’ll run out of new careers to try (or you’ll simply find many of them not as interesting as others).

And that’s why we have mods mods to keep the game interesting.

After scouring the web I’ve put together this post of all the best career mods that you can download right now.

There are hundreds of career mods for the game, but many of them are bland and not truly well developed.

But worry not–I’ve filtered all the low-effort mods to present only the best ones to save you the time and trouble of searching around. Have a peek and see what grabs your interest.

20. Retail

Working in retail is one of the most underrated careers in the world.

The hours are long, the work is hard, and customers can be quite a pain to deal with.

There’s no reason why a virtual human wouldn’t love this career, though!

And with this mod you can have your sim work the life of a retail salesperson by working their people skills to net profits for the store.

This rabbit hole career will let your sim live the same experience as many people have to live in real life. There’s nothing more realistic than having a young adult work in retail to try living on their own.

The modern world at its finest, am I right?

19. Animal Care

Is your sim an animal lover?

Well this mod will allow your sim to care for animals all around the world, helping protect endangered species and being one with nature by helping wildlife survive.

With the animal care career add-on you will become the protector of nature that you might be dreaming of becoming in real life.

After all, there’s no better way to earn a living than by helping others – nature needs our help!

18. Filmmaker

Spielberg, Tarantino, watch out.

With the filmmaker career you will be able to become the most famous movie director in the entire world(well, the Sims world).

Have your sim grow from an amateur filmmaker to one of the world’s leading directors.

This career has many riches waiting for you. And with very creative branches and descriptions for each level, work has definitely been put into making this one of the best deeper careers in the entire Sims 4 modding community.

What films will your sim make? Are you going to be a science fiction director, or more of a rom-com movie maker? Movie magic is in your hands.

17. Ultimate Educator

Being an educator is one of the noblest yet underpaid professions in the entire world.

Thankfully this mod doesn’t let a teacher’s wages fall below the average earnings of a regular sim, and there are many branches to choose from too.

You can even reach a high level in the academy branch and have them become the director of a university. How cool!

If you want your sim to become a teacher then go straight ahead and download this mod. You won’t be disappointed with what this career path offers.

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16. Makeup Artist

Being a makeup artist is probably the dream of many girls around the world.

But becoming one isn’t an easy as it seems – even if the talent is there.

This mod allows any sim to become a makeup artist with enough time.

But beware – the road to the top is full of challenges and becoming the best makeup artist won’t be easy. You know how gossipy those salons can be.

15. Fitness Instructor

The fitness life is not for everyone.

But there’s not really a clear way to choose it in the Sims 4 unless you go with the bodybuilder aspiration.

With the fitness instructor career, your sim works to help others become the fitness monsters that they wanna be. It’s inspiring and educational, and might even help you get in the gym a bit more.

Spread the words of health and teach others how to follow the footsteps of your sim’s healthy lifestyle.

14. Modeling

It doesn’t matter whether your sim is male or female; models are always wanted by companies if they’re good enough.

With this mod you can have your sim pretty easily become a paid model. If only it was this easy in real life…

Be aware that you’ll need to remain in the most pristine physical shape if you want to succeed in this career, and doing so won’t be as easy as it sounds.

Stay away from junk food, make sure you lift weights, do runs, and get enough sleep. Making money with your beauty is possible if you stay on top of it.

13. Game Dev

Developing video games has to be one of the most sought-after careers in the modern world.

However not many people get into it because you need to have a lot of programming knowledge if you wish to succeed. Even then, creativity plays a huge part in your success as a game developer. After all, not everyone can create the next Sims franchise!

But if you want your virtual friend to help you feel what it’s like to work in the gaming industry you can try out this mod and have your sim develop games for the world’s most famous companies.

Simply download the mod and apply for the initial role to move into a Game Dev career path. Also this is a bit meta so it’s really quite entertaining.

12. Therapist

Being a therapist might not be everyone’s dream career.

Yet those who do manage to chase this path often help others far beyond their wildest of dreams.

It’s a tough job and it requires a lot of mental strength, but if you think that your sim is up for it then go ahead and take them through this mod.

The later stages of this career allow your sim to make quite a significant amount of money, so the hard work will eventually pay off.

11. Mortician

I’ve added the mortician career mod amongst the best career mods in the Sims 4 because it’s so unique and probably unthinkable to become a mortician in such a fun game.

I mean, we know EA/Maxis would never add this. So I’m really happy with this mod’s ingenuity.

Experience the grim side of life in The Sims 4 by taking care of the deceased. This forces your sim work closely with the dead and helping to send them on their way to a better life on the other side.

10. Oceanography

The ocean. The strangest place that the Earth has to offer, and same goes for our friendly sims fellows too.

We’ve managed to discover some of its mysteries with the latest Island Living expansion pack, but there are still many things that lie at the bottom of the ocean waiting to be discovered.

Well now you can have your sim study the oceanic landscape and become a prolific scientist with this free oceanography career mod!

This is one those careers that you probably didn’t know you wanted in the game until you saw it. And while it hasn’t appeared much in older titles, now you have the chance to try it out.

9. Psychologist

The strain of being a psychologist takes a toll on most sims. And it’s only natural for them to come home feeling tense(basically a therapist with a doctorate).

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Apart from the satisfaction that it provides to help others, being a top-rated psychologist in the world of Sims 4 can see you rack up those stacks of simoleons quite fast.

You get to help people and become wealthy doing it. What more do you need?

8. Medical (4 Branches)

Let’s face it: being a doctor in the Sims has never really felt quite right.

Options don’t seem as aplenty, and there’s just something that feels to be lacking.

Sure, the Get to Work expansion did wonders to the scientific career. But medicine has always been a weak spot in the Sims.

Even though this mod only adds one deep career path, there are 4 branches that you can choose to follow as a doctor with this mod.

These 4 specialties are dermatologist, cardiologist, plastic surgeon, or a pediatrician. Some pretty varied options that I think add a lot of creativity into the mix.

7. Animal Rescuer

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Not to mention some terrible living conditions that animals need to be saved from. Even virtual animals.

With this mod your sim can help out those animals in need and work for the biggest shelter in the city.

Pay the bills all while making the world a better place for our lovable pets.

6. Daycare

Caring for a child is not a job everyone can handle.

Many people, in fact, are not fond of children at all.

If your sim loves to spend their time caring for the needs of children then you should consider making them follow the daycare worker career path.

You’ll be caring for the next generation’s best & brightest so make sure you’re up to the task.

5. Singer

Being a musician is incredibly fun. Getting on stage, touring, what’s not to love?

That said… why is there a singing skill if your sim can’t become a singer?! It makes no sense!

This mod fixes that – and boy does it make the game feel far more complete.

With a singer career you can live the dream of becoming the next big thing in the musical world without having to pick up a guitar to do it – although that would definitely help so don’t shy away from the instruments.

4. Real Estate

Working in real estate is for sure a great way to earn.

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It may not be your childhood dream but it’s certainly a mature career choice.

Sims cannot really get into the business of selling properties in the vanilla game, but with this mod you can have your sim sign up for the real estate career and have them become experts in the selling game.

And if you do good work you’ll see plenty of bonuses.

3. Rocket Scientist

You can actually be a rocket scientist in The Sims 4, but there’s no career for it!

With the skill of rocket science already implemented in the game, becoming a rocket scientist just makes sense. Special thanks for this mod because it also adds a sense of completion to the game.

You can now have your sim walk the career path of one of the most difficult scientific careers on Earth – and take it all the way to outer space as you advance in ranks!

Rocket scientists are very well paid and respected too.

If you think your sim has what it takes to become a respected rocket scientist then go ahead and pick up this job. Rewards are aplenty at the latter stages of this career.

2. Social Services

Irresponsible simmers have probably felt the wrath of social service workers many times in their life as Sims players.

With this mod you’ll be able to have your sim work for them!

It’s still a rabbit hole career but there’s nothing quite as fun as seeing your sim work for a company that so many sim parents despise.

In any case, working for Social Services is nothing but an honorable profession. Help protect children from awful parents and shine as a state worker with this career mod.

1. YouTuber

Sure, the filming station might help you become a famous vlogger in The Sims 4.

But with this mod you’ll be able to actually become a famous YouTuber and watch your career propel you all the way into internet stardom!

We’ve all dreamt of becoming a YouTuber one day, or if we haven’t then we can at least admit it’s a cool way to make money. Well now your sim can actually do it with this incredibly modern and creative mod.

No matter what mod you choose just remember the Sims is all about variety and having fun. Maybe download a few, try them all out, and let us know what your favorites are.

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The Sims 4 script mod are custom created files also known as CC where developers write their own code from scratch to provide enhanced features in the game. These mods are a perfect example of why the sims 4 games are not getting old.

What are Sims 4 Script Mod?

In the sims 4, script mods are those when developers write their own code in order to change the behavior of the game as opposed to pre-existing game files. Usually, mods are modified using the pre-existing masix files. The best example is trait mods. Most trait mods offer new effects and buffs that are not available in the initial game.

The Sims 4 Script Mods Install

The installation process is quite easy, you just have to perform a number of steps and you’re all set. The process for sims 4 script mods mac is similar with the PC version of the game. However, as of now, mods are not available in the console version of the game.

To get started, you first need an extractor tool in your PC. You can download free tool from the internet.

How to uninstall the Sims 4 Script Mod?

This process is as simple as the installation process. Just locate the newly installed CC mod file, delete it and relaunch your game.

The Sims 4 Script Mods Update

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First Time to See the World

Chapter NINE

After the incident at the training grounds, the air seemed to change.

Sakura still went to the training sessions, but she rarely interacted. Kakashi's 'teamwork' exercises didn't mean anything to her, after all; she didn't need to teamwork, because she was skilled enough to do things herself.

However, Sakura stayed aware of her surroundings no matter what, and what she noticed was how Ami had changed too, just slightly, but still. The went home directly after each session, and was much more quiet. In the past week, she had pestered Sasuke for a date only once, and Sakura had come to know that this was somewhat of a rare occasion.

And the day came where Ami invited Team Seven to her house. She didn't seem very happy with Sakura's presence, but didn't comment. Her mother gave everyone tea and they all settled in the living room. Sakura hovered around the doorway, unsure of why exactly she was there, but decided not to comment when the girl’s mother smiled kindly at her.

"I..." Ami trailed off, as though struggling to let out the words. "I'm going to quit Team Seven."

Her announcement was met with a moment of silence.

"WHAT?!" Naruto yelled. "QUIT!?"

Ami nodded, refusing to look up.

"But...why...?"

Sakura frowned; she had been under the impression that neither boy liked the girl very much. Why did he sound so upset?

Ami huffed. "This ninja thing just isn't for me. My hair gets messy, my clothes get dirty, my nails get chipped..." She trailed off again. "I...want to find something more...suited for me. I..."

Sakura considered the girl. Admitting something like that must have taken courage, she decided, and she spoke up for the first time that day. “Not everything to do with shinobi has to be field work,” she said.

Ami looked up, surprised to hear Sakura speaking. She frowned, actually considering her words.

“Medics registered under shinobi too, as are those of the T&I department, among others,” Sakura continued. “You can retain your status as a shinobi without going out to fight.”

"I...I'll consider it." Ami said quietly. "Thank...you..." 

Later that day, Kakashi called the three of them to talk.

"What about our third member?” Naruto asked, the moment they were all present. “Teme and I can't be a two man team, and even if we could, I wouldn't want to be on a team with him!"

Kakashi smiled. "Sakura will be filling in," he said, then raised his hand and a second later, was clutching Sakura's wrist, a the tip of a kunai a few centimeters from his neck.

"Who said anything about that?" Sakura snarled. "I do not require teammates, and I do not wish for any."

Kakashi sighed. "Hokage orders," he told her. “If you hope to advance in rank as a shinobi, you need a team.”

He watched the girl pull back her attack and sullenly look away.

"What do we have here?

"Let go of Konohamaru!"

Sakura sighed. Why had she agreed to this again?

"Get down here, you brat!"

"Hn."

They had just been merrily walking down the streets of Konoha when something had caught Naruto’s eye. Left without much of a choice, Sakura had followed the blond and the Uchiha as they ran off. Now, they were standing opposite a pair of shinobi from another village, in what even Sakura, with her missing-nin upbringing, could understand might lead to an international dispute.

"Don't act all high and mighty!"

"Are you planning to use crow here?"

Should she just kill everyone here and go rogue? 

"Kankuro, what are you doing here?"

Sakura froze as a familiar scent hit her nose.

"Oh, Gaara! You see-"

"You really should stop causing trouble."

For the first time, Sakura glanced up. Her hand automatically summoned Kubikiribocho and she realized that everyone else had noticed the moment they all froze. That did not deter her, though, because her blood called and now, even her blade called, and she swung the enormous weapon down on the redhead in front of her.

"Sakura-chan! You can't just attack people like that-"

She ignored the cry. Ropes of sand rose from the ground to defend the redhead, blocking her attack and keeping the blade away from the Suna non. She felt the blade come to life, and it automatically began to absorb the iron from the blood that had seeped into the sand. The weapon seemed to hum in satisfaction and Sakura wondered how many people the boy had killed with the sand for the stench of blood to be able to hit her nose from across the street.

Then the sand began crawling up her limbs, trying to yank her away. A bone stabbed through the tendril of sand, cutting it away from her. The look of surprise on the redhead’s face made her smirk.

"Sakura-chan!" Came Naruto's second cry. "I, uh...think that's the KAZEKAGE'S SON YOU'RE ATTACKING!?"

Sakura ignored the blond once again, and she kept her gaze locked with the boy in front of her. Her manipulated her bones to form a shield beneath her skin and even when the sand began to squeeze, she barely felt anything. More bones spiked through the sand and finally, kicked out furiously, tearing through the sand bindings. She yanked out her sword from the sand and leapt backwards. The sand did not follow, though it did remain coiled up in the air, easy to attack if she made a move. "Jeez. All I wanted was a refill. No need to attack me."

The blond girl scowled. "You were the one that attacked our brother first! Really, are all Konoha shinobi this crazy?"

"Of course not!" Sasuke huffed, sounding insulted.

At the exactly same moment, Sakura snapped, "Don't group me in with the Konoha softies!" She snapped. She glared over her supposed teammates then turned and stalked back down the street. 

Really, she had sensed a moment of fun, because the redhead clearly knew how to kill, but everything soon came back to remind her that she was no longer allowed to stab everything that annoyed her. 

If Zabuza’s final wish hadn’t settled within her as a order, she wouldn’t even be here.

Then where would she have gone? 

Sakura did not even grace the question with a second thought.

"What's her problem?" Kankuro asked, eyes tralining after the pinkette.

Gaara shrugged, his sand returning to his gourd. He had sensed her killing intent, albeit a playful one, and that had instantly put him on edge.

"That's what happens to a person when their raised by a missing-nin." The blond boy offered. "And even more if that 'missing-nin' is someone like Momochi Zabuza."

"Chunin Exams?" Sakura asked. She read over the piece of paper offered out to her. "You take this test to become Chunin?"

Sasuke nodded. "Yeah." He had been given the task to relay the message to her from Kakashi, and he had finally managed to bring it up after dinner. It was very difficult to talk to a girl that was swinging around a sword as big as her and chopping off the heads of training dummies three at a time.

Sakura scowled. "But I don't want to. I know my skills, and I don't need a rank to prove it."

Sasuke sighed, stating to feel annoyed. "As you go higher in rank, the difficulty of the missions you're allowed to take increases," he said. Sakura glanced up. "Then we can go further from Konoha."

Sakura shot Sasuke a dirty look, but the Uchiha ignored it.

"There will be more fighting and battles."

Sakura let out a sigh. "What do I have to do?"

Sasuke smirked.

The day of the exams did not come fast enough, and by the time it finally arrived, Naruto was ready to pull out all his hair. Sakura had wandered off the moment they had signed in and they hadn’t managed to go find her.

"Sasuke-kun!" A blonde blur flew out of nowhere and threw itself onto Sasuke. "I missed you! Did you miss me?"

Sasuke let out a hiss and shook the girl off. Naruto watched this with an amused grin on his face.

"You guys are here as well? How troublesome." Shikamaru and Choji wandered out of the crowd to join their teammate.

"Oh, hey guys!" Soon, Team Eight, consisting of Kiba, Hinata and Shino had joined them as well.

"Oh! Where's Ami?" Ino glanced around, and Naruto was once again reminded of their missing teammate. He glanced over at Sasuke to see the Uchiha also looking around. 

"She quit," Naruto bluntly told them girl.

"Quit? Did Ami girl get scared?" Ino scoffed, and her eyes brightened. "Then are you guys a two man team? Maybe I could join-"

"No thanks,” Naruto said. “Sakura-chan's a part of our team now.” He glanced around again.

"Sakura?" Ino asked. "Who's Sakura."

"Sakura-chan's this crazy-but-awesome pink haired girl," Naruto said. "She has this huge sword called the Kubikiribocho and it's as big as she is, but she swings it around like nothing and she grows bones out of her body and she's just freaking awesomely scary and just yesterday, she attacked Gaara, the Kazekage's son for no reason and-"

Ino huffed. "Pink?" She asked.

Shikamaru, on the other hand, looked thoughtful. "Isn't the Kubikiribocho the sword belonging to Momochi Zabuza?" He asked. "Is this Sakura girl the one who came to Konoha a few weeks ago?"

Sasuke finally turned back to the ground, and he nodded.

"She beat teme in a spar." Naruto smirked, and Sasuke let out a growl. Before he could retort, though, Naruto continued. “Do you see her?”

Sasuke sighed and shook his head. “No, maybe-”

"If you do not step aside this instant, I will not hesitate to decapitate you."

Everyone stopped what they were doing, looking towards the voice.

“Guess we found her,” he muttered, and Sasuke nodded.

Sakura glared at the redhead blocking her way. Well, not really. He was merely standing in front of her, but he refused to move aside, and that was pretty much the same thing.

"Hn, no,” the boy told her. “Not unless you tell me why you attacked me."

Sakura scoffed. “Don’t overestimate yourself,” she snapped. “It wasn’t you I was after.”

In the distance, she could hear the voices of her supposed teammates and those who stood around them.

"Is that Sakura?" One of them asked.

"That is one huge sword." Another added.

"That's nothing impressive," a girl said. "I bet I can do that too."

Sakura’s blood called for her to fight, and the stench of blood seeping out of the redhead’s gourd did not help. However, fortunately, the proctor chose that moment to intervene, and the First part of the Exams started.

The first part of the exams ended up being a written test, which Sakura was ready to tear through. The only thing that forced her to not do as she wanted and instead answer a few of the question was the threat that no marks meant disqualification.

That ended up not mattering, though, for Naruto ended up passing the exams for all of them, and Sakura was so tired of using her brain without moving her body that she did not even remain angry over how boring it had been.

Second part of the Exam, however, was something Sakura actually looked forward to.

"If consent forms saying that Konoha is not responsible for any deaths were passed out, that means we can kill, right?" Sakura asked. "Because it's not against the rules."

Sasuke and Naruto glanced at each other.

The second part of the exams started the next day, and for once, Sakura arrived nice and early.

"So, what's the plan?" Naruto asked as they stationed themselves to a gate.

Sasuke opened his mouth, but Sakura beat him to it. "We hunt down a team. If they have the scroll we need, we take it, get rid of the team, and head straight for the tower. We get rid of any other team we come across and destroy the scrolls they have," she smirked. "Simple, yes?"

This was essentially a retrieval mission, after all, and she had done plenty of those in the past.

When they were given the signal to start, Sasuke and Naruto fell in line behind Sakura, who seemed to know exactly what she was doing. Three minutes into the Exams, Sakura looked up. "A team to our right," she said. "Let's go after them." She was gone before either of her teammates could reply.

"We should go after her." Naruto muttered.

By the time they had gotten to the clearing where the other team was, the fight was already over. Sakura was checking through the pouch of one of the dead Ame shinobi, and pulled out a scroll. "Heaven scroll."

Sasuke shook his head. "We have that already."

Sakura clicked her tongue. She pulled out a few explosive tags and attached them to the scroll. She then tossed it into the forest. Naruto blinked in confusion, and the killing must have put the girl into a really good mood, because she elaborated. "I attached a explosive tag to the scroll. However, said tag isn't an ordinary explosive tag. It's set to explode the moment someone touches it." She straightened. "Usually tags like that are used to get rid of things like confidential information and important letters. However, I tampered with that idea a little."

They headed out again, and it wasn’t long before an explosion was heard. Naruto saw Sakura smile. "Now, it's set to explode the moment something with human warmth touches it."

They came across a second team ten minutes or so later. This time, Sasuke and Naruto led the attack, knocking out two of the Ame Genin. The third wasn't as lucky, and had a sword thrust through their chest by Sakura, who then dug through said Ame Genin's pouch.

"Earth scroll." She glanced up towards the boys, who nodded. She pouched the scroll, Sasuke holding onto the Heaven scroll, and the three headed towards the center of the forest.

"That was crazy." Naruto breathed out. He leaned against the wall behind him. "And hour, guys. An hour!"

Sakura let out a yawn while Sasuke sighed.

"Guys! An HOUR! We finished the whole second test in an HOUR!"

"Blame Pinky," Sasuke muttered. "We were running so fast my Sharingan couldn't keep up."

Sakura huffed at the worlds most lamest attempt at a joke and frankly, Naruto agreed with her reaction. People complained Sasuke did not speak enough, but when he did make an attempt at being funny, it made everyone cringe.

"I'm not blaming anyone!” Naruto said. “It's just that...this is crazy! They guy said we beat the previous record by four hours and thirty minutes."

This time, Sakura spoke up. "I wonder what they were doing in the forest for five hours. Sightseeing?"

Sasuke snorted.

Naruto just glanced between the two, lost.

Half an hour later, Gaara and his team arrived at the tower.

"Okay, Anko was very wrong," the Chunin that greeted them muttered. "We do have an impressive batch this year. You're the second team to break the record of five and a half hours."

"Second?" Kankuro asked.

The Chunin nodded. "The first team got here thirty minutes before you guys.”

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Didn’t Ask For This Pt 3 (Roommate!JK x OC)

A/N: So I have a whole lot more written in this than I realized so I thought I would make another post!

Summary: “I didn’t know you hated me so much,” he spoke as he grabbed my wrist and once again turned me around to face him, “and quite honestly, I don’t think I’ve done anything horrible enough for you to hate me to the degree that you do.” “You say that like the hate isn’t mutual,” I remarked as he shook his head. There was a bitter smile on his face as he took a deep breath, “I think you are quite honestly one of the worst human beings I’ve had to come in contact with.”

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Walking into the apartment was incredibly awkward as I was met with Jungkook and Taehyung getting ready to boot up a game on their xBox. It was a game that I had no interest in, of course, and I wasn’t complaining since I was dying to just wall myself up in my room again.

“Hey Ari, how was work?” Taehyung asked as I just rushed through the living room.

“Fine,” I spoke as I walked through the hallway and closed the door to my room very violently. It wasn’t exactly my intention to slam the door, but it happened and I couldn’t do anything to fix it. I knew the slam was going to prompt Taehyung to come back here and try to talk to me…

“Ari?” I heard him knock on my door before opening it slightly, “What’s wrong?”

I sat down on my bed and took a deep breath. I didn’t want to bother Taehyung about the drama that I caused at work, and I certainly didn’t want him to bring Jungkook in here whether it be to apologize or not.

“Nothing. I didn’t mean to slam the door,” I responded as I started to gather a change of clothes, “I’m going to change. You go have fun with your game.”

I looked over at Taehyung as I noticed the worry in his eyes. He didn’t voice anything out loud as he just nodded and slowly began closing the door behind him.

“Okay, tell me about it when you’re ready to, then.”

My door closed as I felt my heart twist in my chest. Taehyung was always the best older brother. He always listened when I needed an ear and he was always standing up for me in school when things would get out of hand. He was thoughtful most of the time, and even when he made selfish decisions, he tried to make it up to me.

I didn’t like the fact that I wasn’t talking Taehyung’s ear off like I would have been if Jungkook weren’t here. Why does that guy have to be such a confusing jerk? One moment he’s just a jerk who loved teasing me, and the next moment he’s throwing real and hurtful insults my way. He was very good at the hurtful insults, and my soft side seemed to always fall apart at what horrible things he’d say to me.

I was not going to just let myself sit in my room and sulk over the fact that Jungkook had been slowly ruining my life in a million different ways, and I felt helpless in being able to stop him.

I just wish we could hate each other in silence. I would much rather never talk to him rather than bickering all day long.

I could hear Jungkook and Taehyung laughing in the living room as I took a deep breath. Why couldn’t Jungkook be tolerable? I would kill to be the one laughing and having fun with my brother…

I feel like such a grade schooler when Jungkook’s around. Why does he bring out such an immature side of me? Does he just know how to push all the wrong buttons?

I took a deep breath and felt sudden confidence and determination hit me. Jungkook and Taehyung had been here less than a week and I was not going to let this misery continue. I was going to force myself around the two of them and try my hardest to have fun.

I might have a huge grudge against Jungkook, but I had to accept the fact that he was a part of my life for the next few months. If I just… pretend to get along with him than maybe that’ll make this summer go by quicker.

I found myself opening my door as I walked slowly into the living room. I may have been determined to come in and try and get along, but the thought still terrified me.

I walked into the living room and sat down on the smaller couch as Jungkook glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes. The two stayed focused on the game to make sure that they didn’t lose, but there was no question that they noticed my sudden and silent appearance.

I got myself in a comfortable position as I laid down the best I could and watched the TV. They were playing a multiplayer shooter, but I couldn’t tell you what game it was.

Taehyung yelled in anger as Jungkook shouted in excitement.

“How did you know I was there?!” Taehyung cried as he turned to Jungkook and knocked him in the shoulder. Jungkook just shrugged and laughed, not saying a word in reply.

“You’re screen cheating,” Taehyung glared as Jungkook just laughed and shook his head.

“Where’s your proof?” he raised his eyebrows as Taehyung just sighed and popped his neck.

“Oh you’re on, Jeon.”

I felt myself smiling at how serious Taehyung looked as the two of them continued on with their game. I may have not been involved, but it was nice to be present. Spending the last few days walled up in my room to be away from Jungkook wasn’t fun in the slightest.

“Gotcha!” Taehyung laughed in excitement as he dropped his controller on the couch and wrapped an arm around Jungkook’s neck, “I can definitely cheat better than you can.”

“Debatable,” Jungkook laughed as I noticed his eyes glance my way for a few seconds. Was I making him uncomfortable? Why does he keep glancing my way? “Should we play something else?”

Taehyung sighed and nodded, “Yeah, This game is only so fun for so long.” He glanced at me as he took the disk out the the console, “Do you want to play Ari?”

“Oh, no,” I shook my head as both boys were looking my way, “I’m fine.”

Jungkook continued eyeing me curiously, and I was holding back a smile. I like how confused he seemed to be at my actions.

“Suit yourself,” Taehyung spoke as he pulled out his selection of games, “Jungkook, did you forget to pack Overwatch?”

“Uh, yeah,” Jungkook grimaced as Taehyung frowned, “I didn’t bring my xBox stuff down here so I didn’t think about putting it in your bag.”

“Well shoot,” he mumbled, “I might just drive up there to get it…”

“Seriously Taehyung?” I laughed as I pulled my phone out to scroll through my feed, “You’d make a four hour drive just for a video game?”

“Overwatch is fun, okay?” Taehyung laughed as I shook my head. He wasn’t actually going to drive and get that game. He would just buy it again before he’d waste his time like that.

…

I got up from the couch to grab a drink as I heard someone get up from the couch and follow me into the tiny hallway of a kitchen. I turned to see Jungkook, and he looked almost uncomfortable. He seemed like he was trying to say something, but he never actually did.

I turned to him and took a deep breath. “Do you want a gatorade? Blue or orange?”

“Orange,” he replied as I pulled one out of the fridge and handed it to him. He hesitated to take it as I just looked at him with a raised brow.

“Did you want two?” I asked as he looked away and just shook his head. He fled the room in silence as I just felt a sense of satisfaction. It felt better to be the bigger person. Bickering was so immature…

I noticed that if I didn’t initiate any arguing then neither did Jungkook. It was hard to accept the fact that I was the problem between the two of us, but that just meant it would be an easy fix. Maybe I should just be indifferent to him from now on. It’s kept him quiet like I was wishing in the first place.

This was the way we could silently hate each other. It was a nice, civil, and mutual hatred.

…

The rest of the night was fairly civil as we all sat around the same dinner table and seemed to get along. I had made some spaghetti for the three of us while the two of them sat in the living room playing one of their games.

The table was mostly silent until Jungkook broke the silence, “Hey Tae, how was your shift today? That was today, right?”

Taehyung nodded as I moved my eyes to him. “I didn’t know you started your new job today!”

“It was pretty awesome, actually. I’m working with one of your old girlfriends from high school, Jennie. She’s still as hot as ever,” Taehyung smirked as I rolled my eyes. Jungkook smiled and leaned toward Taehyung at the mention of Jennie.

“Is she?” he seemed genuinely interested as I found myself growing less and less interested in this conversation. “She’s probably the only ex that I don’t regret dating. I’d date her again, actually.”

“Too bad she dumped your ass,” Taehyung smiled as Jungkook sent him a deadpanned look. Taehyung just cleared his throat before looking down at his food, “Sorry, Kook. I won’t flirt with her or anything.”

Jungkook sighed and shook his head before glancing my way for a split second. I was not about to give any input into this conversation. If I said something, it would spark an argument that would go all night long…

...But at his little glance, I felt myself dying to say something in response. I was having a very hard time keeping my rude comments to myself.

Even Taehyung looked my way before Jungkook finally spoke up in response. “No, you can flirt with her. It’s been a few years and I’m over it. Just don’t go rubbing anything in my face.”

“But really. Tae,” I found myself giving in to my urges. I just couldn’t help it; the opportunity was screaming at me! “Why would you want anyone that this guy has dated? Knowing him, he’d coax them into his bed when you’re not around.”

“I’m not that kind of person,” Jungkook jumped to his own defense. He definitely seemed ready for any insults I spat out because of how fast he had the response out of his mouth.

“For some reason, I can’t really believe that,” I sent him a look of fake confusion, “I wonder what would lead me to doubt you?”

“You really like blowing everything out of proportion, don’t you?” Jungkook creased his eyebrows, a look that made him look slightly angrier that he already seemed to be.

“I have to agree with that statement,” Taehyung chimed in as I snapped my eyes in his direction. He immediately held up his hands and sent me a nervous smile, “But I mean it out of love.”

“Well I can safely say that I don’t.” Jungkook shoved his plate away from himself, “Also, this spaghetti is horrible. The sauce is like water. Didn’t you just get this out of a can? How do you screw up canned spaghetti sauce?”

“I think my spaghetti is fine!” I defended as I looked Taehyung’s way, “Right?” Taehyung stayed quiet as my jaw dropped. The spaghetti tasted fine! What was their problem?!

“I could make better spaghetti in my sleep,” Jungkook added as he moved his plate more into my space across from him, “You can eat the rest of my portion. I can’t stomach any more of this.”

“No, I will not take anything that has touched your mouth in any way. You’re going to eat your food like the rest of us.” I snapped back as Jungkook just stared me down with an intensity that sent chills down my spine.

All I had to do was not say anything and none of this would have happened.

“I’m just gonna heat up some pizza rolls,” Jungkook mumbled as he got up from the table and walked into the kitchen. I looked over at Taehyung and he was looking down at his food sadly.

“Is it really that bad?” I felt my insecurity getting the best of me as Taehyung looked up at me with slightly wide eyes.

“No, no,” he shook his head and reached out to grab my hand and softly run his thumb along the top of it, “It really tastes fine. I just think he’s pissed over your comment.”

“I don’t understand why,” I mumbled so that I was sure he didn’t hear me, “He just seems like the cheating type, whether he’s the one cheating or sleeping with a girl who’s cheating.”

“It’s just a sore subject, Ari,” Taehyung sent me a sad smile, “When it comes to his sex life, just stay quiet about it, okay?”

I felt my face heat up as I looked away from Taehyung, “You make it sound like he’s traumatized or something.”

“Just,” Taehyung took a deep breath and sighed, “Just don’t bring it up, okay?”

I swallowed and looked down at Jungkook’s plate that was only half eaten, “I’m not going to listen to you unless you tell me why.”

Taehyung was silent for several seconds before I looked over at him with curious eyes. His mood had shifted significantly as I noticed his strong discomfort. What exactly happened?

“Tae…” I spoke softly as he squeezed my hand without looking at me.

“I don’t want to tell you just yet. If I promise to tell you when I’m ready, will you stay quiet about it?”

I wanted to refuse his proposal because I do not have any patience when it comes to Jungkook… but something told me this wasn’t just about Jungkook. Judging from Taehyung’s body language and words, this situation also had a lot to do with him.

Did Jungkook hurt Taehyung somehow? Maybe he slept with a girl Taehyung liked?

I felt myself sighing and nodding. I couldn’t believe that I was giving in, but Taehyung made it really hard to be persistent.

“Alright,” I nodded in agreement as Taehyung sighed and sent me a smile.

“Thanks, Ari,” he released my hand and picked up his fork, “Honestly, I really like this spaghetti. I feel like it would be restaurant grade if we both tried to make the sauce from scratch next time.”

I felt a smile form on my face as I bit my lip excitedly. Any chance I get to spend with Taehyung I would gladly take. He’s the only person who’s kept me sane all these years.

“I would really like that,” I nodded as we both went back to eating the food in front of us. Only seconds later, Jungkook walked back into the living room/ dining room hybrid and to my surprise, he actually came back to sit at the table with us. Everyone was incredibly silent as we all ate the food in front of us.

I held back the urge to glare at Jungkook over the whole spaghetti issue, and he pretended like I wasn’t even at the table any more.

“Jungkook, where is it that you’re working?” Taehyung broke the silence as I felt my stomach drop to my feet. “I don’t think you ever told me.”

“Oh,” He looked up and I noticed a hint of a smirk on his face, “I started at the movie theater today.”

I looked over at Taehyung as he processed what Jungkook had just said. At first he was nodding in understanding, and it wasn’t long before his eyes widened a comical amount.

“Of all places, you’re working at the movie theater?” He sounded almost upset, but I knew better than to think that. Taehyung hasn’t gotten angry at Jungkook the entirety of their stay, so why would this make him mad?

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” I commented as Jungkook sighed. He still didn’t look my way, and I could tell he was trying his best to ignore me.

“They’re the only place that called me back,” Jungkook defended, but Taehyung didn’t like his answer.

“But why did you apply to the theater? I told you not to,” Taehyung started to get upset and I couldn’t help but feel very confused. Why was this the line that Taehyung had set? He can insult me in my own home and fill my fridge with all kinds of junk, but the minute he works the same job as me, it’s crossing a line? Am I missing something?

“I couldn’t remember where you said she worked, so I ended up applying anyway. It didn’t occur to me until last night when I asked you where she works.” Jungkook explained, but Taehyung wasn’t having it. He rubbed his forehead with the palm of his hand, and I could tell he was trying to calm himself down.

“Ari, could you give us a minute?”

I felt my eyes widen as I looked at Taehyung. He had a scarily serious look on his face as I reached out to grab my plate.

“Uh, sure…” I picked up my plate and slid out of my seat, “I’ll just go eat in my room…”

Of course I was definitely going to eavesdrop on their conversation from the end of the hallway. I ran and sat my plate down on my bed before going into the hallway and leaning against the wall to make myself comfortable.

“What the hell are you doing?” Taehyung asked as Jungkook was quick to respond.

“Look Taehyung, I know this looks bad but I swear that I didn’t realize your sister worked there when I applied. I don’t want you to get any wrong ideas-”

“Jungkook, I want you to look at me right now and tell me that you aren’t trying to make any moves on my sister.”

“You know damn well I’m not-”

“Jungkook, I know you. I know how you are around girls you like and don’t like, and I hate that I can’t figure it out when it comes to Ari. I’d rather you hate her than have any feelings for her.”

“Tae, I swear I don’t like your sister. She’s an insufferable bitch, but she’s a whole lot of fun to tease.”

“So there’s no underlying feelings behind the teasing?” Taehyung sounded relieved as I felt myself right alongside him. Jungkook liking me? That was hysterical! It must have been delusion that made Taehyung see anything other than hate from that guy.

“There isn’t. I won’t touch your sister, okay? I may have done some scummy things to you in the past, but I wouldn’t dare touch your family.”

“You did sleep with my cousin two years ago.”

Which cousin?! Now I was dying to ask, but I wasn’t supposed to be hearing this conversation… My curiosity is going to kill me… Either that or I’ll end up blowing my cover by asking Taehyung later on when Jungkook isn’t around.

“...Sorry. I forgot about that.”

“I wish I could forget, but it’s kinda hard when I heard the two of you doing it.”

Oh my God! That would have scarred me for life if I had heard anything like that.

“I know I’ve been a terrible friend, Taehyung. You don’t need to remind me.”

“I just want to make sure that you realize how much you owe me.” Judging from the soft laughs I heard from the two of them, Taehyung’s last words were more of a joke than anything.

I heard chairs being moved as I was quick to rush into my room and swing the door to be slightly cracked. I grabbed my plate of food and ate as much of it as I could to make it look like I had been eating this whole time. I also scrambled for the remote while battling some noodles into my mouth, and I was quick to turn the TV on and open the Netflix app. I didn’t pay for cable, so Netflix was pretty much all I had to watch.

“Ari?” Taehyung knocked on my door a few times as I hurried to start an episode of one of the shows I was rewatching. I swallowed the large bite of noodles and reached for the water bottle I had thankfully left there from the night before.

“Hmm?” I responded as I took a few sips to help the food safely go down.

Taehyung pushed the door open as I looked his way. He stepped inside and then closed the door behind him. He leaned against the door as I looked at him curiously.

“I’m sorry. I’ve forced Jungkook in your life against your will, and now because of me, you not only have to see him at home, but at work as well.” he started with apologies, but I didn’t want them. I wasn’t upset at Taehyung… I could never be truly upset with him. I spend so little time with him anymore, and I can’t waste any of that time wallowing in distaste for him.

“Don’t apologize to me. I don’t need any apologies from you,” I shook my head as his eyebrows creased.

“Well you’re not getting any from Jungkook, so you might as well take mine,” he sadly smiled before walking to sit on the edge of my bed, “I could try to get him a job where I just started so that he’ll be working with me instead of you?”

“Don’t do that,” I shook my head and put my plate of food on the dresser beside me, “I wouldn’t want you risking the job you just got because of me. Jungkook’s a pretty lousy employee.”

Taehyung laughed and shook his head, “He’s really not. If he were that bad, he wouldn’t have been promoted to assistant manager at his last job.”

“Well he’s lousy where I work. He tried to order me around all day and even threatened to go to my boss just because he didn’t like something I told him to do,” I explained as Taehyung smiled and shook his head, “There was another new hire that I trained today as well, and the poor guy had to deal with us bickering back and forth all day. Though, he thinks Jungkook and I are ex’s, and thanks to Jungkook, he’s entertaining the idea.”

Taehyung’s demeanor completely changed yet again at my words as I felt myself regretting telling him those details. I could have left those out and everything would be fine.

“So he’s letting everyone that you work with believe that the two of you used to date?” he asked as I reluctantly nodded. I thought that Taehyung was done with this scary, protective older brother attitude, but here I am forcing it out again.

“W-Well, my friend Chaeyoung knows the truth… so it isn’t everyone,” I mumbled, but I knew my words weren’t helping anything, “Look, Taehyung, you don’t need to worry about me. I can defend myself against his asshole nature.”

At my words, a smile broke into Taehyung’s features. I was more than relieved to see him relaxing more. I didn’t like the scary atmosphere that he was just carrying.

“I love you, Ari,” he wrapped an arm around my shoulders as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“I love you, too, Tae,” I closed my eyes as I just sat in Taehyung’s arms for several seconds. He placed a soft kiss on the top of my head as I sighed and smiled.

Taehyung pulled away from me and stood up from my bed, “I’m gonna hit the shower before bed, so I’ll see you in the morning.”

I nodded and slightly waved him out before grabbing my food that was getting really cold, “Goodnight, Tae.”

“Goodnight,” he opened the door and turned to me one more time, poking his head through the door that he was about to pull closed. “Also, the cousin was Hyomin.”

My eyes slightly widened in confusion before my cheeks heated up. He sent me a wink before closing the door, leaving me in silence. He was a lot more intuitive than I gave him credit for.

::

The next morning was incredibly silent as none of us said anything to each other. I didn’t have to work until 6:00 tonight, and unfortunately for both Jungkook and I, he had the same shift as me. To make everything even better, Taehyung had a morning shift, so he was getting ready to leave in the next few minutes. This would be the first time Jungkook and I were alone while at home…

It’s not like we couldn’t stay walled up in our rooms all day, but the thought of trying to avoid him was so exhausting. I’d rather have it out with him all day, honestly.

“Please don’t kill each other today,” Taehyung called as he was on his way out the door. I rolled my eyes and waved his way.

“No promises,” I smiled as he disappeared behind the door. I turned around after Taehyung left and was met with a wet-haired Jungkook. He was wearing his usual lounge outfit, a white t-shirt and sweatpants, and he was still trying to dry his hair with one of my towels when I spotted him.

His eyes met mine, only to break away a few seconds later. I noticed his eyes shamelessly run up and down my body as I felt my face heat up. Why was he checking me out?

“You should probably wear more clothes. You’ve gotta remember, you live with two guys.” He nonchalantly spoke as my jaw dropped.

“What, are you trying to say that you’re tempted to make a move on me?” I raised an eyebrow, “Because I thought you found me revolting.”

“I do,” he scoffed and threw the wet towel he was using at me, “Which is why you need more clothes on. I don’t want to see that much of you.”

I felt my face turn red, and I couldn’t tell if it was out of anger or embarrassment.

“Be careful, Jeon, insult me one more time and I’ll strip down to my underwear and walk around like that all day.” I threw the towel back at him as his eyes widened. I noticed him stiffen as I felt my confusion written all over my face. His face started to flush as he tightened his grip on the towel I had thrown his way only seconds ago.

He turned in one fluid motion as he grumbled and stormed off into his room. “Please don’t bother me,” He spoke before slightly slamming the door behind him. I felt my curiosity get the best of me as I walked toward the door. Why’d he run off so quickly? We were literally mid-argument!

I couldn’t hear anything except for shuffling as I took a deep breath and shrugged it off. It’s not like I wanted to argue with him, so why was I being so curious?

I pushed myself away from the door and walked toward the bathroom slowly, still keeping my eye on the door to his room. Maybe it was best for me to not figure out what made him so eager to run off.

I stepped into the bathroom that he had just finished using as I decided now would be a good time for a shower. It should help get the last few moments out of my head…

I turned the water on to the shower and took a deep breath and started stripping down. I started playing my last words to him through my mind, and the more I thought on them, the more embarrassed I became. Did I really threaten him by saying I would walk around practically naked?

I was just asking for a horndog like himself to jump me for something meaningless. Why did I say that? Now I’ve put thoughts in his head that I would kill him for having thought of on his own.

I shook my head and turned around to look at myself in the mirror. There’s nothing wrong with the way I look… why was Jungkook so offended at my shorts and tank top? And it wasn’t like I wasn’t wearing a bra under my tank top!

“Stop thinking about it,” I mumbled to myself before finally stripping the rest of my clothes off and hopping into the shower to wash away all the thoughts that I wanted out of my head.

…

I opened the door to the bathroom after getting ready for the day, and I slightly jumped when I spotted Jungkook standing in the hallway. He was mid-step when he paused to look my way. I felt the tension hanging in the air as I took a deep breath and looked away. I walked out of the bathroom and started searching for what I could eat for lunch.

Jungkook walked past the kitchen and I heard him plop down on one of the couches in the living room. He turned on the TV and I could hear the sound of the Wii menu music coming from the TV.

I walked out of the kitchen and poked my head into the living room, jumping when Jungkook’s eyes met mine.

“Where you wanting to play?” His eyebrows raised as I felt skepticism take over my thoughts. Why did he decide to play the Wii over his xBox games?

“I’m just surprised is all,” I mumbled before rushing back into the kitchen to continue with my food hunt. If he was trying some cheap tactics to play some cruel trick on me, I wasn’t about to just walk into it.

I grabbed one of my salad trays that I had picked up from Walmart several days before. I like fresh salad much better, of course, but I was too lazy to make it myself.

I took the tray with me to the dining table as I took a deep breath. I needed to try my best to ignore Jungkook’s existence, but hearing the Wii Sports theme coming from the TV was making it very hard for me.

How did he know I really liked playing Wii Sports?

I continued to watched him from the corner of my eye as he started a solo game of bowling. I couldn’t help but remember what Taehyung had said about Jungkook being really good at bowling in real life. Surely I’d still be able to beat him at Wii Sports bowling… I’ve been undefeated among all my friends and family.

Jungkook looked my way every once in a while; and every time, he caught me staring. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was any good or not!

“If you want to play, just say so,” Jungkook slightly smirked as I took a deep breath and angrily shoveled some lettuce into my mouth. I didn’t justify him with a response as he just looked back at the TV and continued smiling.

“Yes!” He cheered as I snapped my head in the direction of the TV. He had gotten a strike on his second frame. He didn’t waste any time to look my way, catching my interested and surprised look. The smirk once more appeared as I glared at him and stood up from the table, leaving my salad to be forgotten. It really wasn’t that good, anyway.

“Put me in,” I spoke as Jungkook just laughed and quit his game so that I could play.

“What has you so worked up over this game?” He asked as I made sure to stand as far from him as the Wii sensor would allow me to.

“I just want to prove that I can beat you,” I responded before glancing at Jungkook from the corner of my eye. He was watching me carefully as I sighed and turned on my Wii Remote.

“I don’t know about that,” Jungkook remarked with an amused smile. I just ignored him and finished selecting my mii with the bowling pro status. “Oh, you’ve played this so much that you’re a bowling pro?”

“Do you have a problem with that?” I raised my eyebrows and looked over at him, “Taehyung used to play this with me all the time, so I’m a bowling pro and he’s a tennis pro.”

Jungkook looked back to the TV as we started the game. He was the first one to go as I made sure to watch how he bowled. Not only did he have the perfect stance even for just playing a video game, but he lucked out on getting a strike on his first frame.

“Good luck,” Jungkook winked at me as I scoffed. He’s just trying to start off strong to make me think I don’t have a chance. Well, he’s not going to best me.

“I don’t need it,” I spoke as I swung the remote, watching the virtual ball on the screen. I felt a satisfied smile appear on my face as I also knocked every single pin down. “Looks like you’ve got yourself some competition.”

Jungkook’s eyes slightly narrowed for a few seconds before a smile broke through, “Right back at you.”

…

I swallowed nervously as I looked at the last frame. Jungkook had just finished his last frame with a score of 207. In order for me to beat his score, I would have to get at least two strikes and hit at least 7 pins on the very last frame. I could feel my nerves taking over me as I realized my undefeated record was seriously on the line. No one had come this close to beating me.

Granted, I didn’t play a very good game this time… I’m normally getting 220-250 when I would play with Taehyung…

I held my breath and took my first shot…

Strike!

I took a deep breath as I felt Jungkook’s eyes studying me. I tried not to let him get to me as I glared at the screen. I focused completely in on the TV and swung the Wii remote, glaring daggers at the TV screen.

…

…

9?!

“No!” I cried as Jungkook started laughing. This wasn’t funny! I lost! Even if I hit that last pin, he still got 4 more points than me!

Did I really just lose? I just lost to Jeon Jungkook?

I finished out the game with a spare, but I still lost. Jungkook actually beat me…

“You’re not that bad,” he spoke, but I refused to look his way. I was getting more and more upset over this stupid situation. Why did it upset me so much that he beat me at a video game?

“Yeah, whatever,” I mumbled as I struggled to get the safety band of the Wiimote off my wrist. When it finally slid off, I dropped the controller on the couch and turned around to grab my salad.

“You don’t want to rematch?” He asked. I could tell that he was so proud of himself based on his tone. I didn’t want to be in this room with him any longer.

“And lose again? No thanks.” I snapped.

“So you already know that I’d beat you again?”

I spun around and glared at Jungkook, and he just looked as smug as ever.

“I mean, why wouldn’t you feel that way? I do get an average score of 240 when I go bowling for real. I’d just beat you over and over.” he crossed his arms across his chest as I just stood there and glared at him.

We stood in mutual silence as Jungkook eyed me carefully. I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to run at him and punch him in the gut or just walk away and pretend that he never said anything to me…

“You know what? Fine,” I spoke as I walked back over to Jungkook. This time, I stood as close to the middle of the TV as possible, which is also near where Jungkook was standing. He slightly stiffened at my sudden boldness.

“If you stand any closer to me, I’ll end up hitting you when it’s my turn to bowl,” Jungkook mumbled as I rolled my eyes.

“Fine, then we’ll take turns standing here. Who ever is up to bowl will stand in the middle.” I looked over at him and slightly jumped at how close we were. I looked away and took a step away from him, sitting on the couch to wait for my turn.

…

The game finished out with Jungkook at 221 and my final score was…

“230 baby!” I cheered as Jungkook stayed silent. I turned to him and smirked, placing both my hands on my hips. “Suck on that, Jeon.”

“Don’t get such a big head,” Jungkook grumbled as I continued to smile in satisfactory, “You did lose the first game.”

“I don’t care because in this game I scored higher than the both of us did on the last game. My score even trumps your winning score!” I bit my lip to try and contain some of my excitement. This was a double win in my book.

“Let’s see how you do in actual bowling, then,” Jungkook remarked as I laughed and shook my head.

“I never claimed to be good at real bowling,” I took the Wiimote off of my wrist again and placed it on the coffee table, “I’ve actually never bowled in real life.”

Jungkook stayed silent as I sat down on the couch and turned the Wii off. I looked up at him after he stood still for a little too long, and he just looked down at me. He suddenly plopped down on the couch next to me as I took a deep breath at his close proximity. His cologne was almost suffocating me, and I tried to ignore how much I liked it. I’ll have to sneak through his stuff to see what smell it is, because I would love to have my future boyfriend smell this good…

“Taehyung and I are taking you bowling before this week is over,” he stated with a serious look on his face, “It’s a crime that a bowling pro on Wii Sports hasn’t actually been bowling.”

“It’s not that big a deal,” I looked away from him as his cologne was all I was thinking about. He must have put too much on… But if he did, then why’d I have to get so close to him to smell it? Regardless, I really like the smell…

“You could bring a few friends. It could be fun,” He slightly nudged my elbow with his as I took a deep breath. This was weird. This felt weird in every sense. Jungkook and I weren’t just having a civil conversation, but we were sitting suffocatingly close to each other? What has the world come to?

“I don’t know,” I shook my head, but I found myself liking the idea. I could bring Chaeyoung and maybe even Yoongi…

“Think about it,” he looked my way as I found myself looking in his direction. I don’t know why I felt the need to look at him, because the second our eyes met, I felt my stomach churn. The smell of his cologne once more overtook me as I found myself growing addicted to the smell.

“Maybe it doesn’t sound so bad…” I mumbled as Jungkook smiled and reached up. He placed a hand on my head as I felt my eyes widen and my heart leapt into my throat. What was he doing?!

His hand knocked my head away from his before he stood up and walked in the direction of the kitchen. “You were getting way too close to me.”

“Excuse me? You’re the one who sat down next to me!” I defended myself as I stood up and followed behind him, “I didn’t get any closer to you than you got to me.”

“Oh please,” Jungkook shook his head and opened the fridge, “You were about pressed up against me for some reason.”

“That reason is because you sat down very close to me!” I continued to defend. Jungkook was being ridiculous by trying to pretend like I was the reason that we were that close.

“Why would I do that? I don’t even like standing next to you, so why would I sit next to you? You’re the one who scooted closer to me.”

I stomped up to Jungkook and grabbed his shirt by the back of his shirt collar. He spun around and closed the fridge to glare at me, but even his glare didn’t make me back down.

“Why are you lying? There’s no point in lying to me about something we were both there for.” I glared, intentionally getting up in his face, “The only time I’d get this close to you is if I was mad at you for blatantly lying.”

I tried to ignore how good he smells as he just glared back at me, pushing me away by my shoulders.

“I’m not going to argue with you when I know I’m right,” he spoke, turning back around to continue rummaging through the fridge.

“You’re such a liar,” I mumbled as I gave up. I wasn’t getting anywhere with him, so I might as well leave it where it is.

“I don’t understand why you have to call me a liar when you’re the one lying.”

I took a deep breath and just ignored his words. It was about time for me to keep away from him until I’m forced to be around him later tonight. If I have to spend all day around him, I might lose my mind.

::

A/N: Kinda an awkward end but I’m literally falling asleep while writing this. What you see is what you get!

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To host a great event, what’s always needed is a definite plan, followed by efficient time and resource management to execute the plan. While an event planning app helps them working in that way, the statistics on event planning apps are persuasive too.

Data Source: www.eventmanagerblog.com, blog.bizzabo.com

When the basic agenda of using an event planning app is to make planning, organising, and managing an event easy and flawless, the attendees are getting benefits too! Three out of four people download event apps when they are available. So, it means that mobile event apps are presently the number one way attendees want to consume and share content about an event. This throws enough opportunities for event planning apps today.

Besides, there are other reasons too to use an app for event planning.

While these shows why you must be needing an app solution developed for your event management business, not one app can help in the planning of all kinds of events. There are a variety of event planning apps classified based on the purpose, audience, type and size of the event.

Now that you have known the types of events that an app can help plan for, here’s a complete guide to make one.

Event planning app development: Guideline to follow

1. Finding the purpose

Like any app, you need to decide first the purpose of your app and that depends on the kind of events you host. With the market of event apps highly getting saturated, you need to research well the competitors prying in your type of events. Try to find out their faults and address them with your app to get more share in your market.

2. Considering the deployment platform

The next you need to know what app you are going to build. Is it for Android devices or iOS devices or for both?  Considering the users for the app (i.e. those involved in event planning and management), choose to have either a native app solution or a cross-platform one. Whichever strategy of app development you choose, make sure it will help you in establishing a strong connection between your planners, event hosts and the attendees with fast and reliable sharing of data.

3. Deciding the key features for customised buildup

While there will be some functions common in every event app, decide the additional or miscellaneous features that will make it unique for your collection of events.

Checklist for the general functions needed in every event app

Event schedule

Easy registration process for attendees

Guest participation or check-in counts

Interactive map for navigating to the venue

Vendors/Exhibitor/Sponsor List

Social media integration

Push notifications and real-time alerts

Other additional functionalities needed for an event planning app are,

Attendee profiles to help event heads connect with every attendee

Ticket purchase portal (in the case of music events, concerts or sports event)

Mobile wallet integration for quick payments to vendors

Live Chat feature to let attendees interact

Live Polling to get attendees feedback

Event feed to drive engagement of attendees

Offline ability to let attendees and planners access the app without network connectivity

QR Code scanning to allow shift check-ins

4. Move to design and development with a great app development company

After finalising the concept and purpose of your event app, it’s time to get a professional app development company to help you with its design, buildup, and testing.  Find and assign the responsibility of making your app to a team that can best tweak in the features you need for your particular genre of events.

While the above-mentioned things are just the minimal requirements for an event planning app, you may need many other custom features to manage your events. Thus, think of having a development partner with industry experts who have already delivered such interactive event apps in the past.

5. Launching the app with fine marketing

It’s better to start with the promotion of your event app as soon as possible, So, by the time it is launched into the App stores, users will be well aware to use it. Simply make the app a valuable addition to your event marketing spree in your website, social media and other marketing channels.

Concluding note

With apps, event organisers and planners have been successfully able to drive engagement and derive great returns by simplifying the management of tasks and attendees. Nothing can beat the convenience of having everything compiled into one tool. It saves both time and money, helping your every event to reap more profits.

Whether you organise a particular event or host of events, or a startup looking for fresh opportunities in event management and hospitality, an app can give your investments fruitful returns. Our team of expert mobile app developers in Sydney, Australia can provide all-round development services for your unique event planning app, from its conceptualisation and validation to development, testing and support. Get in touch with our team and we will make event planning trouble-free with a fully customised app.

[emiliaclarkesdragons]

Part 1

[ Part 2 ]

You sat with Bran on your knee, he was trying to read and he was struggling so you offered your help when he was stuck on a word. You looked up every now and then and caught Negan's eye, you didn't know why he was watching you. You weren't going to try and run away, you had too many enemies now. After all you've done.

The RV door opened and Simon walked in, he sat opposite you. You tried not to look up at him but he said, "Gregory still isn't happy with you."

You covered Bran's ears and said to Gregory without looking up, "Well, Gregory's an asshole so that doesn't bother me." To your surprise Simon didn't say anything else, you thought he understood.

"Bet Jesus is heartbroken" Negan said. You weren't going to react, you weren't going to give him the satisfaction.

"You met Jesus!" Bran exclaimed. You wanted to laugh but you couldn't.

"Yes, Bran..." You trailed off, you didn't want to talk about it. You just hoped Negan wouldn't talk about it to Rick and his group. That was a stupid thing to hope for because you knew it was going to happen.

***

"Well, well, well. You're in for a huge surprise" Negan laughed, you could hear him teasing Rick and his group. You were too scared to move from your seat. You tried to tell yourself it was to stop Bran from looking but you knew that wasn't true. You tried to figure out who was there. Negan normally asked then for their names, just to tease them about it.

The next part came around far too fast. "Now, I would love to introduce my dearest friend... (y/n)." You wanted the RV to magically role away, but it never did. "Come on out" Negan said and you heard someone bang on the door. You guessed it was Simon. You opened the door, stepped out, not daring to look up. You couldn't begin to imagine to look of the betrayal on their faces, on Carl's, on Maggie's, on Glenn's, on Rick's...

"Isn't she wonderful?" Negan asked, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you forward, "She's become an essential asset to the Sanctuary..."He trailed off and looked down at you grinning away, he laughed a breathy laugh. "And."

This was the moment you wished wouldn't come. Negan wasn't just tormenting Rick, he was also tormenting you.

"You aren't the first group she has spied for." He paused, no doubt for affect. "Can you guess who for?" He asked, looking up and down the line, as you tried to pull away from him. "The Hilltop were fond of you... Gregory spoke very highly of you" He chuckled, then his face changed. Something changed in him as he noticed the look on your face. And, you saw this change. He took his arm off you and walked to the RV, you kept yourself hunched up and staring at the floor.

From the corner of your eye you seen Negan reappear, with Brandon in his arms. He was now holding a toy car, you wondered where he had gotten that from. "Are these the bad people, (y/n)?" Bran asked, you looked at his baby faces. No, they weren't, you thought.

Negan was looking around, grinning. Rick saw that he was now winding you up even further. But, there was no way they would try to defend you. And you didn't want the too. So, you said, while looking at Rick, "Yes. They are."

***

You thought you had saved them, but you hadn't. You should have known Negan was going to kill someone, but you didn't know it would have been two. You still hadn't heard the full story. After Negan had gotten everything he wanted out of you, which was easy once he brought out Bran, Johnny took you back to Sanctuary with Brandon. Bran had fallen asleep on the way back, but soon woke when you had to take a detour due to a herd. "We can just fight them off, leave Bran in the-"

"No, Johnny. There's too many of them" You argued, folding your arms and looking out at the herd. You weren't fighting them and you certainly weren't leaving Bran all alone. Johnny couldn't risk leaving you in the car on your own, they were still convinced you would try to escape. You weren't that stupid. You knew what Negan could provide for Brandon if you stayed and that's all you cared about.

By the time you had reached Sanctuary, Bran was asleep again and Negan was also back. You didn't need to be told that he had killed, you could see it on Simon's face. He gave a small smile, you returned it. You turned back to your main priority, which was a sleeping Bran. Johnny watched you struggle to pick him up. "Don't help" You huffed as you gave up. Johnny shrugged and was about to argue with you.

"Let me, little lady"

You were allowed time to spend with Bran when you returned home, but it wouldn't last and you knew that and you knew Bran did too. You were always waiting for a knock on the door from Dwight or Johnny. But when the knock came you were surprised to see Simon waiting. "Simon. What-"

"Negan sent me..." He trailed off as you waited for the reason, "Negan would like you to join him for dinner this evening" Simon said, you weren't sure if it was a question or not.

"Okay..." You frowned, waiting for more.

"I will come and get you at 8 o'clock to-"

"Okay Simon" You let out a giggle, "why so formal?"

"Bosses orders" He smiled, "How's Brandon?"

"He's okay" You replied looking over at him, still glued to the game, "he really likes that game... wish he would love some text books or something" you laughed.

"I'm sure if you asked Negan he would help you with that" Simon smiled and bowed, then walked away. That was defiantly Negan who told him to do that. You laughed a little and closed the door.

Unfortunately for you, you liked Simon. You knew he was different, he treated you differently. And it wasn't because Negan favoured you, his other works didn't treat you differently to the scum that were held hostage. Granted, Dwight treated you differently, but he was feeling sorry for you.

Simon never asked why Bran didn't look like you, he never even asked who Bran was to you, he just knew you would kill for him. And, in ways you had. Although he never asked who Bran was to you, you now wanted him too. You knew Negan was going to ask, he was going to ask a lot of other things too. You knew it.

***

"Knock, Knock" You heard through the door.

"Just a second!" You shouted back, you were rushing around, trying to put your earrings and give Brandon some toast at the same time. They knocked on the door again, "Just a fucking minute!" You yelled, stopping what you were doing to shout. The toaster popped, you huffed and turned to Brandon, "Don't you go repeating that language, alright mister." You said, warningly.

"You said a second a minute ago."

You growled, dropped the plat on the kitchen top and walked to the door, you opened it. "Someone doesn't look happy" Simon joked.

"Someone's trying to get dressed while nursing a child's hunger" You said walking from the door back to the kitchen, Simon followed, making sure to close the door.

"Let me" Simon said, taking the toast and knife out of your hand. "Finish getting ready, I'll sort this little mischief out" He teased Bran, who grinned at you both. You walked to the bathroom to change your clothes, you thought you still had a good amount of time.

"Simon!" You shouted, "What's the right time?" You asked, pulling up the black dress. It had been a long time since you had worn a dress.

"8:03-"

"What?!" You ran out the bathroom, your dress hanging off your shoulders as you ran to put your heels on, Negan wouldn't be happy.

"(y/n) (y/n), calm down-" He cut himself off as he caught you asked you fell over from hopping on one foot.

"Holy shit, that stings!" You complain, you look at your elbow which was grazed.

"It's alright, we'll get you cleaned up and then we can get going, I will let Negan know that we will be late because you had fallen, okay?"

"He won't believe that..." You trailed off, thinking the worst would happen to you and Simon. You watched Simon, he smiled and laughed it off.

"Brandon, could you get me the first aid box?" Simon asked him. Brandon nodded, holding some toast in his mouth and collected the box. "Thank you, young man, now go on back to your toast." Simon told Bran. To your surprise, Brandon obeyed, saluting before he went back to the table.

"How the hell did y'all do that?"

***

"Ugh, Negan's gonna be so pissed off" You complained as you shut the door, a bandage on your arm. "And the graze wasn't that bad-"

"Just making sure" Simon cut you off, you took his arm as you walked through the corridors. "Brandon's a good kid" Simon said, breaking the comfortable silence.

"He is when your around" You said. Simon laughed and you laughed too, looking at him as you walked. You heard a couple whistles as you walked past some of the workers, "Tramps" You mumbled.

"Ignore them" Simon said. After a moment he asked, "Is Brandon your son?"

***

"Negan, I'm really sorry-" You were cut off by Negan.

"Please, Little Lady, don't worry... please, have a seat" He motioned to the seat across the little table, "Thank you, Simon." You turned in time to give Simon a little wave before he left. Simon had promised to check on Brandon later on.

"This table's a little smaller than your usual taste" You said, as Negan sat down, Lucile not far out of reach.

"Well I thought this was a little more... personal"

"For?" You asked, immediately.

"The conversations we will be having" Negan replied, not really expecting that question, you weren't sure why.

"Right" you nodded, looking to the door which opened. A woman walked in, holding a tray with the food on it. You knew if wouldn't be anything out of the ordinary.

"If I had my way-"

"You do" you said, staring him in the eyes, testing him... almost.

He ignored your statement, "I would have some steaks prepared" he paused while the young girl placed down your meals. "How would you have the steak?" He asked you.

You ignored him, "were you a waitress before this?" You asked the girl. She nodded, "Saturday job?" You asked again, she nodded. "Where at?"

She looked at you then Negan, then back at you, "The Steak House" she was hiding a smirk, and you instantly liked her for that answer. You laughed, which made Negan laugh but you knew he wasn't amused.

After that he wasn't trying to have a nice conversation, he went straight into what he wanted to tell you. "Please don't tell me while I'm eating" you said. Therefore, you sat in silence until you were sat on the sofa and Negan in the armchair, with a glass of wine each.

"(y/n) I would like to apologise for my behaviour a few weeks back... I should not have used you or Brandon like that. And... I'm also so sorry to tell you that two people had to die-"

"Killed, use the right word, Negan" you said, you really didn't want to know, you had tried to put it behind you.

"I wish it wasn't that way but the ginger head and the Chinese one die- was killed" it was like he said it in slow motion. You processed it, trying to hold back the tears.

"The 'ginger head' was called Abraham, and the 'Chinese one' was Korean and his name was Glenn." You said slowly, making sure your voice didn't crack. Negan didn't say anything and you were glad he didn't, if he had, you might have cracked.

You finished the glass of wine in silence, at least Negan had the decency to leave you be until you were reading to have another of his 'conversations'.

"Okay, what else was there?" You asked, setting your glass on the table.

"Your- Brandon..." he trailed off as you gave him the look of death, "no, I just wanted to know, if he's your son."

"No, he is not" you replied.

"Aren't you-"

"No." You said sternly, "you should really learn when someone doesn't want to talk about something, or someone."

"Yes, Okay. I am sorry" he got up and sat next to you on the sofa, you moved up a bit, "what happened to your arm?"

"I grazed it, Simon overreacted a bit by putting a bandage on it" You said.

"(y/n), I know you are wondering why you are here-"

"So we can have conversations" you replied, sarcastically.

"I want you to be my wife"

Thanks for reading! Also sorry for the lack of activity, I am super busy with Uni.

[13rwbabes]

Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 1/?)

So on my other blog I asked if someone would like series imagine when Montgomery is fwb with reader and because I got over 70 notes at the moment and felt like a rockstar I decided to start a new blog for this and for everything related to 13 reasons why. NOTE:TWO IMPORTANT THINGS: 1. It’s going to be a series, so they haven’t gotten really close yet. 2. English is not my first language, I’m sorry for any grammar mistakes or something, if you spot any, feel free to let me know :) *** It was last Friday before school started again and Bryce decided to throw his typical huge pool party. You didn’t really feel like coming but Sheri called you about 50 times in last two days asking you to come and you finally gave up. “Mom, I’m leaving! See you tomorrow!”, you shouted leaving the house. Your parents let you stay at Sheri’s place so you didn’t have to worry about coming home and still being a little buzzed. “Bye honey, have a nice time!”, you heard your mom when you were closing the door. Jeff, you best friend, was already here, waiting for you in his car. “Jeez, I always have to wait for you”, he said when you got in. “It’s nice to see you too, Jeffrey”, you ignored his moaning. “Don’t make me wait for you after the party, or I will leave you there", he threatened, but you knew it was a joke. You have known each other since you were 5 years old, he’s for you like a brother and he treats keeping Bryce away from you as his full time job. “I’m staying at Sheri’s place so you don’t have to wait, don’t worry”, you smiled at him. “Someone’s gonna get wasted today, huh?” “I don’t know yet, Sheri made me go", I shrugged my arms. Fifteen minutes lates we were at Bryce’s place, Jeff stopped the car and you went at the back of the house. “Yooo, Jeff, Y/N!”, Justin Foley was the first one to notice you two. “Hi Justin”, you answered looking for Sheri. “Hey, you”, suddenly she jumped on you from behind. “ You got everything?” “Yep, ready for sleepover”, you smiled. “ Great!”, she clapped. “Where’s your bathing suit? Get changed and lets go to the pool” “It’s already on me”, you let her look under your t-shirt dress. “What do you have there, I wanna see too”, you hear Montgomery as he comes to you and Sheri and he puts his arms around your and her shoulders. “You’re funny man, Monty, really funny”, you clapped his chest, and go with Sheri to put your stuff next to hers. “I think he has a thing for you”, she said. “Who, Monty?”, you laughed. “Come on, he has a thing for anything that moves”. Suddenly someone grabbed you around the waist and throwed you into the pool. “What the fuck?!”, you screamed when you resurfaced out of the water and saw who throwed you in. “Zach, you know I can’t swim”. “Yeah, that’s why Justin waits right there, to grab you if there was a need”. You turned around and saw Justin standing behind you. “ Great, but couldn’t you wait until I take my dress off?”, you asked. “Come on, we’ll grab some drinks, you’ll hang your dress on chair, it will be dry in less than hour”, Sheri gave you her hand and helped you get out of the pool. You are a simple girl, you see vodka, you mix it with cola and so you did this time. You took of your dress and suddenly Monty showed up out of nowhere. “I will wait in the pool”, Sheri mumbled and went to the pool as fast as glass full of drink let her. “Lookin’ good, Y/N”, he said as he eyed you up and down. You took a straw, put it in the glass, turned towards him, put it in your mouth and took a sip looking straight in his face while he stared at your lips probably imagining the straw was his dick. Fucking horny bastard , you thought to yourself. “In your dreams, Montgomery, in your dreams”, you walked past him. “We’ll see”, he whispered. You went to the pool and sat next to Sheri. “Hi, guys”, Jessica swam to you. “What did you said to Monty, he stares at you all the time”, she asked. “I told you”, Sheri punched your arm. “And I told you”, you punched her too, “that he stares at anything that moves”. “Well, yeah, it’s Montgomery, but…”, Jess took a break to take a sip of her drink, “there are bunch of hot girls in bathing suit today and he stares ONLY at you”. “Probably because I’m one of very few left that didn’t make out with him”. “You know, that if you do it some time, we won’t judge you”. “Okay, I will make it clear”, you put your glass at the edge of the pool. “I admit, he’s fucking handsome and… I mean… Look at those abs. But other than that he’s so fucking stupid, typical arrogant jock, hot head that is first to fight” “Alright then”, Sheri smiled. All three of you are in the cheerleaders team so you spend some time talking about new routines and moves you could incorporate. “Ladies”, Justin and Jeff came up to you, “ We need two of you to play a round of beer pong with us”. “You drink, Atkins?”, you asked. “No, I’m just gonna throw the ball, someone else is gonna do the drinking part” It was obvious Jess is gonna play with Justin and because Sheri wasnt really into drinking games you had to play with Jeff. “I just finished my drink, so I’m in, just bring me my dress” you pointed it as you didn’t want to walk past bunch od jockes wearing only bathing suit. “Yes, ma'am”, he went to grab it and you slowly got out of the water. You and Jess both were terrible at beer pong, so the game lasted ages and more and more people were gathering around the table waiting for their turn. You throw a ball and missed again. “ Oh fuck me, Y/L/N”, Monty rolled his eyes. “You wouldn’t handle this, babe”, you answered and everyone giggled waiting for him to response. Justin giggled so much he missed the shot while Jessica and Sheri stand speechless with their mouths open. “Alright”, he said with a halfsmile. *** Few hours later it got chillier, so you get in hot tub with few other people. “Guys, I gotta go”, Jeff came over to say bye. “You leaving?” “Yeah, I promised dad to help him in the morning”, he said. “Girls”, he turned to you and Sheri, “if you need a ride home just call me.” “My dad will pick us up, but thank you”, Sheri said. “Okay, see you on Monday” “Bye, Jeff”, you waved at him. Some time later Sheri went to help other girl get to the bathroom, cause she felt sick and Justin and Jessica left too after you told them to get a room when the started heavy make out session. You soon regret it, cause suddenly it was only you and Montgomery. He got into got tub, holding to shots of tequila. “Will you do me this honor?”, he handed you one of the shots. “Whatever”, you rolled your eyes and drank tequila looking him right in the eyes. “So…”, he started with a cocky grin on his face. “It’s just two of us. In a hot tub. Wearing barely anything” “I already said it today, but I will repeat it for you”, you lean a little bit towards him, “this time read my lips. In. Your. Dreams. Monty”. “Oh really?”, he asked still looking at your lips. You felt his hand softly going up and down your back, you could’ve moved away but somehow you didn’t want to. He grabbed your waist, pull you closer and basically attacked you with his lips. And again, you didn’t push him away. Instead, you tucked your fingers into his hair pulling yourself even closer to him. You still hated him as a person, nothing has changed, but there was something about his kisses and his touch, you didn’t know what it was, but you didn’t want it to stop. It made shivers going down your spine. You felt him smiling as he moved his lips to your ear. “Liberty high’s sweetheart also has needs, huh?”, he whispered and started kissing your neck. Alright, Monty came back to being Monty. You felt his abs clenched under your touch. Oh boy, I will fuck you up and you will not like it , you thought. You felt him sucking your collarbone. “No hickeys, Monty”, you slightly moved away. “As you wish”, he pulled you back closer, started kissing you jaw. His hands went from your thighs, to your butt, squized it, went higher up to untie your bra. “Easy boy”, you moved away from him, he couldn’t reach your back anymore so he placed them on your thighs moving closer again. “No, no, no”, you whispered putting your foot on his strategic place and rub it gently. Seeing grin of satisfaction on his face, you slowly came closer, but he wasted no time, grabbed you by your hips, put on his lap and kissed you again. You took his hands and put them on edges of hot tub. “Keep your hands to yourself”, you said looking him in the eyes. Your hands went slowly through his elbows to shoulders and down chest to the abs. You sucked his bottom lip, put tip of finger under his boxers and moved it from hip to hip. You felt him growing under you. “Do I turn you on?”, you asked getting of his lap, placing your hands on the inside of his thighs. “God, you’re so hot”, he whispered. “Y/N!”, you heard Sheri. What a perfect timing. “Yep?”, you asked. She was standing in the entrance and couldn’t see you from there but you still moved as far away from Monty as possible. He looked confused as fuck. “My dad is here, we gotta go”, she shouted. “Okay, I’m coming”. “I’ll bring you a towel, so you can dry yourself”, she went back inside. “What the fuck are you doing?”, Montgomery asked, still confused. “Liberty high’s fuckboy also can get played, huh?”, you whispered into his ear. You left the hot tub. “Get back in here!” “Or what? You gonna chase me around with your boner?” You saw Sheri coming up. “It was fun”, you said louder. “Here”, she gave you a towel. “Thanks”, you started drying yourself. “Boys are inside, they have some weed if you want”. “Thanks, Sheri, I’m good”, de la Cruz tried his best to sound normal. Sheri helped you pick up your stuff, you looked at Montgomery, saw him biting his fist. You put your dress on and grab your stuff. “Good talk, Monty, see you on Monday”, you waved and followed Sheri to the car with a smile of the satisfaction on your face. Let me know what you think, is it okay if I write in second person (is that even second person)? More action and more smut coming soon x

[ibangtanthings]

Owned - pt 10

“Darling, look at this arrangement. They’re so beautiful!” Mrs. Kim said.

The flowers you gave her were, of course, from the best shop in town.

The reporters were buying everything. Mr. Kim smiled and nodded at his wife.

“I’m glad you like them.” You said.

Namjoon remained silent.

“I picked them out myself.” You added.

“Why don’t we go in? The food here is great Y/N. You’ll love it.”

“So how are the sales looking Y/N? I hope you’re not overworking yourself. It’s not good for your health.” Mr. Kim said.

“She’s not pregnant.” Namjoon said bluntly.

I guess he didn’t care if they knew it now. Or maybe he was doing it out of spite. Either way, it wasn’t acceptable.

“Well, that’s not so bad. Now Y/N has nothing to stop her from focusing on her work. Being a mother and working is more difficult than you think. You can only prepare yourself so much.” Mrs. Kim chugged down the wine, only a small puddle of red on the bottom of her glass.

She seemed a bit suspicious.

“How would you know anything about that?” Namjoon asked, looking at her and then at the menu.

He was being rude, directing his anger towards his parents. They were too stunned to even see that he was giving you the cold shoulder too.

“No need to be hostile. Why don’t we order now?” Mr. Kim waved the waiter over.

Namjoon pushed a glass of wine over to you, wanting you to drink it so that his parents would see that you were indeed not pregnant.

“I’m fine.” You said, wanting to stay sober and hopefully making his parents doubt the fact that you were childless.

If they kept believing that you were expecting, then it would give them more of a reason to continue getting closer to Namjoon.

Again he was furious when you guys arrived home.

“Did you really have to call the press? That puts me in a position in which I can’t say no. You’re taking advantage of the fact that the Kim family has to uphold a certain image for the sake of Lodi.” He exclaimed.

“Would you have gone if I had asked? That was the only way I could get you to talk to me since last week, do you realize that?”

“Okay then let’s talk. Where did you go that day I thought you left? You haven’t told me.”

You but your lip before answering, worried about his reaction. “I saw your grandfather.”

“You shouldn’t have gone without me. Why would you do that Y/N? What did he say?”

“I told him that I might be pregnant, that you were still angry at me. He said things would get better as long as we’re together. As long as I don’t separate myself from you.”

“That’s exactly what you’re doing right now Y/N. I don’t want to go to dinners with them, I don’t want to have small talk with them and I most certainly don’t want to see you sucking up to them in hopes of getting accepted into this fucked up thing you call a family.” He snapped.

“Then what’s the point of this Namjoon? What’s the point?” You cried.

Why couldn’t he at least try? For you? Was it too much to ask for? Was a family too much to ask for? Did he take back everything he said when you both thought you were pregnant?

“Isn’t loving each other enough? The point is you and me being enough for one another. You are more than enough for me. I don’t want to fight anymore. Please. I just want you and no one or nothing else to change that. We just need each other.” He said.

His thumbs wiped your tears away and you stepped away from him.

“You don’t want a child. You never did and you never will.” You whimpered.

He sighed. “Just say it Y/N. That’s what you really want isn’t it? A baby?”

Your silence and tears were answer enough. It didn’t hit you until now, how much you wanted to make him a father. He would be such a great dad, you knew it with every ounce of your being.

What he did next was heart wrenching.

Pulling you into his arms, kissed your head and leaned into your ear. “I’m sorry Y/N. I can’t give you what you want. Not right now.”

With that he went down in the elevator, leaving you alone to cry in this huge castle of walls. The place you usually pranced around in before felt bigger than usual, colder even.

You were afraid. It felt like your love for each other wasn’t strong enough. He didn’t love you enough to fight for a family, and you didn’t love him enough to give up your desire for one.

The only thing you knew was that you loved him more than anyone else in the world. Even with the life you had since you met him, you would die happily.

But right now all he did was cause pain in your heart which begged for some sort of release. However your mind said to keep trying, that he would come around eventually because he loved you. That it wasn’t stupid to believe that you could create the beautiful family you dreamed of.

____________

You were strangers now. He stopped holding you at night and even made an effort to see you as little as possible without making it obvious to others around you. The anger was gone though. Instead, you both waddled around in sorrow.

One morning when no one was around, you laughed out loud like a crazy person.

This was probably the stage couples go through before divorce, you told yourself.

That’s possibly his next step.

If he really handed you the papers, you would beg him to change his mind. Promise him that you wouldn’t push him anymore. Resign your urge to bear a child. Yes…you would do that.

But that wasn’t love, it was desperation.

Pushing those horrible thoughts aside, you wondered what he was doing right now. Was he eating fine? Did he go out to restaurants for each meal? Did he get someone to do his laundry?

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“Namjoo- I mean…Mr. Kim’s approval? Umm…I’m kind of busy right now so why don’t you go get his signature.” You asked.

Your assistant nodded and hurried away.

Obviously you weren’t busy but there was no way you were going to go see him.

You wondered how things got this bad.

That day you went home, took a much needed bath and started getting ready to sleep. Finally though, you broke down and just cried.

It really sucked just working hard and feeling so guilty about it too. His father was pleased with your work but only because he was getting richer by the client.

You were tired of the empty bed that stared back at you every night, but you knew that it was your fault he chose to sleep on the couch instead.

Maybe you guys rushed things. Yes, that’s exactly what you.

He had nothing to worry about though. At least, not until you almost got knocked up.

No, you had more to be concerned about but how easy it was to rely on him for everything.

You risked everything for the safety of your family.

He made you his own. You willingly fell in love with him, not thinking about the future.

What an illusion you had of living happily with him. You should have known. You weren’t blind.

He was head of Lodi, surely his life wasn’t going to be all picture perfect. All he risked was losing the company to his father.

Namjoon didn’t risk losing his future, his was already secure. He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth.

Oh, and he had warned you too but you fell for him. Lost yourself in him. The worst part was that you didn’t care. You would give up everything for him all over again. You felt weak. That’s all you ever felt since meeting him.

You felt his hands wrap around your waist delicately. When you turned around his lips crashed into yours, giving you no time to react.

What was he doing?

With every kiss he stepped forward until your back was against the wall.

He went straight to your neck and a small gasp escaped your lips as he sucked on the skin, expertly now. His hands going felt the skin under your nightgown, warm and curiously.

A part of you was too shocked to react but another part of you said this was what you wanted…no…this is what you needed.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands immediately slid down to your thighs to lift you up. He placed gentle kisses on your neck, carrying you to the bedroom.

Both of you fell onto the bed and he was on top of you, kissing you harshly with need.

A familiar knot formed in your stomach, your body eager to feel him inside you.

He pulled down, over your shoulder, the small the thin straps of your nightgown and exposed your breasts before taking a nipple into his mouth.

His tongue circled it again and again while his hand did the same on your clit through your panties.

Quickly, he pulled them down and got straight to licking the swollen bud with fast small strokes.

Your eyes were shut tight, breath heavy as you ran your fingers through his hair like you wanted to do for so long.

The only sound in the room was that of his lips moving against your wet skin, but you bit your lips shut as to not give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan. He didn’t like you being quiet.

You wanted to take everything right now.

Propping yourself up by your elbows, you met his eyes for the first time and he stopped pleasing you.

Staring back at his powerful gaze, you took off your nightgown and moved closer to him, fully naked now.

Pressing yourself against him, you brought his face to yours and kissed him, tasting your arousal then pulling his shirt off.

Pushing him down onto his back, you unbuckled his belt and he pulled his pants off. You straddled him, easing yourself onto him and exhaling in pleasure as he filled you up and kissed your breasts.

You rocked your hips against him and set a steady pace, stifling your moans and avoiding his lips when he looked up at you.

He closed his eyes and you watched him savor the sensation that you controlled.

You dug your nails into his shoulder and bounced up and down faster, listening to his heavy breaths and watching his face scrunch up in ecstasy.

This is what you needed. To see him become weak because of you.

How good it felt having him pump in and out of you. You pressed your lips against his ear and exhaled with every movement, knowing it was like sweet sinful music to his ears.

Faster you moved on top of him and he held your waist but you moved his hands away, biting his ear and letting him hear you moan as you tried to reach your high.

He had enough and grabbed your waist again, hard. You gasped and in a second he was out of you and he had you pinned underneath him now.

He grabbed your legs, pulled you closer to him and thrusted himself inside of you, pumping in and out of you mercilessly.

You came hard, unable to breath as the wave of intense pleasure hit you. The muscles inside you twitched and he thrusted faster.

You were on cloud 9, relishing the sweet bliss that made you go limp.

He continued to pound your exhausted body. Sweat pouring down his forehead and you managed to move your hips again. He cursed and exploded into you, fists pressing into the mattress and holding him up as he emptied himself inside before collapsing onto your body.

He kissed your stomach and caressed your thighs, catching his breath.

“This changes nothing.” You breathed.

Already you felt stupid and knew that this was a mistake

“I know.” He said. “Just let it be for now.” __________________

A month passed and you made a total of 50 million. It wasn’t as much as the first deal but Mr. Kim was pleased and Mrs. Kim even invited you out to eat.

You couldn’t even control yourself when Namjoon was around. Your heart broke into a thousand pieces just looking at him.

You literally fell ill, a sudden wave of lightheadedness hit you and when the staff ran over to make sure you were fine, Namjoon didn’t even blink.

This caused rumors to spread but they died down after regular office gossip pushed it away.

Like every other day you walked into the office and something was off. The floor was empty, the lights were off.

“Surprise!”

You yelped and almost fell backwards.

A champagne bottle was popped open and a glass was in your hand as they all cheered and congratulated you.

You were guided towards a big table in the middle of the room and his parents were there, cake ready and holding up their glass to toast.

It was amazing seeing this all around you. A smile spread across your face and embarrassment for them causing such a fuss.

“My daughter-in-law is so talented!” Mrs. Kim squealed.

“After working so hard, she’s proved to be one of the best employees at Lodi. Namjoon chose the best girl to bring into the family, in proud to call you my daughter-in-law. To Y/N!” Mr. Kim raised his glass and everyone followed.

“Speech! Speech! Speech!” Donny yelled and everyone cheered.

You laughed and shook your head. “Thank you, but I just want to eat cake.”

Mr. Kim gave a roaring chuckle and agreed. They left soon after to leave you with the staff, probably glad that they weren’t working right now even if it was just to throw a party for you.

That evening you met up with his parents again for dinner.

“We’re going on a trip Y/N. To Europe to be precise, and for about a month. We hope you can continue to keep up the great work.” His mother said.

“Yes. I’m sure you won’t let us down. Heck, take a trip if you want to. You and Namjoon deserve a break.” Mr. Kim said.

You knew that your work was probably paying for this one month vacation of theirs but at least they were thinking of you and Namjoon.

Off they went to Europe, occasionally sending postcards and gift baskets.

You wished you could send on to your mother and then it dawned on you that you could. You had money.

It didn’t feel like yours though. It never did.

“Donny, do you have clearance to authorize this for me?”

“Nope, only Mr. Kim can.” He shot you a winks and you smacked the papers in front of your face.

Taking your time to get to his office, you practiced what you would say.

Pushing the door open, you let yourself in and froze when you realized he was on the phone.

He was standing in front of his windows, looking at the view and turned around when he heard you come in.

He motioned for you to approach him and you waited.

“Okay thanks.” He hung up the phone. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing I just need you to sign this.” You said and handed him the papers.

“Sit down.” He ordered.

“No it’s fine. I’ll pick them up later.” You said, walking back towards the door.

“I need to talk to you.” He said.

You sat back down and avoided his gaze. It felt like ages since you’ve actually talked.

“Let’s get divorced.” He said boldly.

You looked up at him. “What?” The words not processing correctly.

“There’s no reason for us to live this way anymore. The contract is terminated, I’m letting you go now.”

“Namjoon.”

“I’m also terminating the prenuptial agreement. You’ll get half of what’s mine. Don’t worry about my parents finding out. They can’t do anything if they’re that far away.” He said, pulling out some documents from his drawer.

“So that’s it then? We just end it here?” You scoffed.

“You can keep working here, or I can transfer you to another department anywhere else in the world.”

“Are you saying you don’t want me anymore?” You tried to hold back the tears.

“I’m saying you’re free to go Y/N. You no longer have to push yourself for me.”

You looked at the papers and then at him. “I don’t want to.”

“Think about it before you refuse! I should have never hired you in the first place. This whole relationship was built on a bad business deal. Look where it’s gotten us Y/N. You’re working for my parents for god’s sake!”

“So you’re just going to throw this whole marriage away because things didn’t go as planned?”

“No. I’m giving you the chance the get out before things get worse. Before you let yourself go even more just for the sake of making me happy. I can’t make you happy. You know that, yet you still put me first. I don’t want to do that to you anymore. I love you. So much that I’ve decided that this is what needs to happen Y/N.” _________________________________________________

Part 11

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Spark of Love: Part 2

Summary: Steve, Bucky, and Nat take Remington clothes shopping while Tony and Sam set up her room.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, OFC Remington

Warnings: mentions of prior abuse

Word count: 1171

A/N: Special thanks to @bloo-moon-freak for helping me with the series!

Read previous part here

It was official: Remington was staying. While Sam and Tony made sure the spare bedroom on the third floor had all of the furniture it needed, Steve, Bucky, and Nat took her to get more clothes.

“What do we even need?” Steve asked as they walked down one of the aisles. The store was packed with shirts, pants, jackets, and more, and none of them really knew where to start. Remington sat happily in Bucky’s arms, still wearing Steve’s oversized t-shirt.

“Well, we better figure it out soon because people are staring,” Nat whispered. She glared right back at a nosy woman who gave Remington’s outfit the stink eye.

“Doesn’t Scott Lang have a kid?” Bucky asked as he shifted Remington in his arms. “Why don’t we ask him?”

“Bucky, that’s brilliant!” Steve exclaimed. He pulled out his phone and dialed Scott’s number. Thankfully, he picked up on the third ring.

“Hello?” Scott answered.

“Scott, it’s Steve. I need your help-”

“Captain America needs my help!” Scott yelped. “Absolutely! I can change into my suit and be there in-”

“Not that kind of help,” Steve interrupted.

“Oh,” Scott replied, a twinge of disappointment in his voice.

“We found this kid on a mission and decided to keep her-”

“A kid?! Kids are best, Cap!” Scott replied. “Just be careful because now they’re in diapers and soon they’ll be dating and learning how to drive, and…”

Scott kept rambling on, and Steve looked at Nat helplessly. She took the phone out of his grasp.

“Lang, Romanoff here,” she said, brusquely. “Listen, Remington has no clothes and we don’t know what to buy. Can you help?”

“Oh hey, Natasha,” Scott replied nervously. Flashbacks of their encounter in Germany flew through his mind and he decided to get down to business. “Clothes? Um, well, kids actually need quite a lot. You got a pen?”

Nat took out her own phone and opened a new note.

“Go ahead,” she replied.

“Okay, two questions. How old is she, and is she potty trained?” Scott asked.

“She’s about four, and she used the bathroom earlier today,” Nat replied.

“Good! That’ll save you on some stuff since she’s not super little,” Scott answered. “So, socks and underwear are a must. It probably wouldn’t hurt to buy a few packs of pull-ups for the first few nights either.” He paused and hummed thoughtfully. “Since it’s summer now, I would stick to the basics. Shirts, pants, pajamas, some dresses if she likes that stuff. Where is she living?”

“The Tower.”

“Stark’s got a pool in there, right? So definitely a few bathing suits. Oh! And shoes! Don’t forget the shoes. You can get a winter jacket and warmer clothes once the weather gets cooler, but that stuff should cover it for now.”

“Thanks, Lang. One more question...how many of each?”

“Well, that depends,” Scott replied. “I mean, I would definitely get three or four weeks worth of underwear and socks. Kids have accidents, ya know? And they can get pretty dirty. I mean, once Cassie found this HUGE mud puddle and…”

“Lang!” Nat interrupted.

“Oh, right!” Scott said, sheepishly. “Anyway, for the shirts and other stuff...what was her situation like before this?”

“Not good.” Nat stepped out of Remington’s earshot. “She was being held by HYDRA, so who knows what they did to her.”

“Oh, man,” Scott whistled. “Well, then, think of it like this: you guys are probably the first people to buy her new stuff. If it was me, I’d spoil her. But it’s really up to you.”

Nat paused and considered Scott’s advice. “Okay. We really appreciate your help,” Nat replied.

“No worries! Good luck!” he said.

Nat ended the call and handed the phone back to Steve.

“Well?” Bucky asked. “What do we need?”

“We’ve got a lot of work to do,” Nat replied, a smile growing on her face.

Instead of splitting up the list, they let Remington pick out what she wanted. Every time she smiled or pointed at something, Nat immediately found her size and put it in the cart. Steve and Bucky thought it was a little excessive, but one determined look from Nat shut them both up.

They quickly learned Remington loved purple, blue, and grey. Her underwear and socks were different shades of each color, and she even picked out a package from the boys’ aisle with monster trucks on them. She also wasn’t too picky about what designs were on her clothes. Bucky held her up to each rack of clothing, and Remington pulled off the shirts she wanted. The cart soon became filled with shirts with dinosaurs, princesses, ninjas, flowers, and more. She scrunched her nose at the dresses but let Nat put two grey ones in the cart.

Pajamas and pants were easy too. Steve saw no reason why a four-year old needed jeans, so he kept her at the legging and sweatpant sections. It also made figuring out her size a piece of cake since he could just pull the elastic around her tiny waist to see if it would fit.

Shoes sucked. Remington didn’t want to sit still long enough to try them on, and when she started to fuss, the lights began to flicker. Bucky managed to measure her foot size before the lights blew out and grabbed a bunch of different styles in her size.

By the time everything was said and done, they walked out of the store with six big bags of clothes and a bill that would make Tony Stark wince. But when they watched Remington bounce out of the store wearing her new black leggings, a purple tutu, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle shirt, they knew it had been worth it.

She held Nat’s hand as Steve and Bucky carried the bags.

“You know, you could help us!” Bucky complained.

“I could,” Nat sang, “but then we wouldn’t have arms for bags of TOYS!” She stopped in front of a local toy store and Remington’s eyes grew wide.

Steve and Bucky almost protested again, but their hearts suddenly melted as Remington held her teddy up to the window display.

“Look, Teddy!” she whispered. “Toys!” She turned and walked over to Bucky and Steve, wrapping a little arm around each of their legs.

“We go get toys Bu-ee? Stee?” she asked. “Please?” She looked up at them with hopeful brown eyes.

“Yes!” the two supersoldiers replied almost immediately.

“Yay!” Remington shouted. “Toys Nat!” She grabbed Nat’s hand and pulled her inside the store.

“Oh, we are so screwed when she gets older,” Bucky groaned.

“Older? Pal, I think we’re screwed now,” Steve replied, following the two girls inside.

While Remington had picked out her clothes, she let Teddy pick out the toys. She held it up to each shelf and whispered in its ear. She would either nod in satisfaction and pull the toy off the shelf, or shake her head and move on. Teddy picked out a tea set, remote-controlled cars, coloring books, a food play set, and more. It really had a ball in the LEGO aisle, and Nat grabbed at least twelve different sets. Teddy was also apparently as voracious reader, because it insisted on picking out a variety of books from the back of the store.

When they all got back to the Tower, everyone was exhausted. Somehow, Nat had managed to avoid carrying any of the fifteen bags total, and Steve and Bucky were thoroughly shopped out. They dumped the bags in the kitchen and pulled out a pair of pajamas for Remington to wear.

Bucky carried her up to the third floor with Steve and Nat following closely behind. They could hear Tony and Sam putting the finishing touches on the room as they walked inside.

“Just in time!” Tony announced, clapping his hands together. He walked over to Remington who stared at the room in awe. “What do you think, kiddo?”

Remington kicked in Bucky’s arms until he put her down so she could observe her new surroundings. The room was painted a light blue and accented with a grey rug. A simple twin bed on a dark wooden frame sat against the wall with guard rails on either side. Steve had texted Tony her color preference, and he bought a dark purple comforter with grey sheets. Remington ran her hands over the soft fabric and tucked Teddy underneath the covers as she continued to explore.

She walked over and opened the empty toy chest and adjacent closet. There was also a tall bookcase because Tony was convinced she was going to be a big reader.

“We put my toys and books here?” she asked.

“We’ll put them all away tomorrow,” Steve promised.

She nodded and walked back over towards the bed. A small lap glowed on top of the nightstand next to her bed, and Remington held her hand up to it. Small sparks flowed between her hand and the lamp as the air around her hummed. She nodded and smiled in satisfaction. Walking over to the wall of windows, she looked out over the city.

“Look! Lights!” she cried, smushing her face against the glass.

“You can mess with the lights in here, but leave those alone, okay?” Sam asked.

“I try,” Remington promised as she turned around. She waddled over to the adjoining bathroom, but barely paid any notice to it. Instead, she walked over to each Avenger and gave their legs a hug and looked up at them.

“Thank you Stee. Thank you Bu-ee. Thank you Nat. Thank you Sam. Thank you Tony.”

Everyone choked back tears of adoration as she made her way back to the bed and snuggled under the covers with Teddy. Her eyes fluttered shut, her breathing slowed, and soon, she was fast asleep.

No one moved. In fact, they probably would have watched Remington all night if they hadn’t been so tired themselves. Tony turned off the main lights and carefully closed the door, leaving it open a crack.

“Wait!” Steve whispered. “She forgot to brush her teeth!”

“Let it go, Cap,” Sam insisted. “She’ll survive one night.”

“I installed a few cameras and baby monitors,” Tony informed the rest of them. “We’ll be able to hear if anything goes wrong.”

“Sounds good,” Sam replied, yawning. “You guys ready for this?”

Truthfully, they probably weren’t. With a life as crazy and demanding as an Avenger’s, parenthood wasn’t really something they were expecting right now. But Remington deserved something much better than her life at HYDRA, and these guys were determined to give it to her.

They were going to be just fine.

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