#if you're gonna make them the ongoing joke anyway

[teatitty]

Medb and Fergus should be written the same way as Jessie and James from Pokemon and I am being so serious

[changetyre]

Not like this II Charles Leclerc x Reader (Mafia AU)

SUMMARY: After losing everything you seek out your biggest and longest-standing enemy to finish it all.

WARNING: Violence, blood, mentions of death

A/N: I've always wanted to write a Mafia imagine and I've had this idea in the drafts for like 2 years now and finally decided to write it out so here it is ;)

Thud.

Charles's eyes snapped open at the loud noise originating from his living room. His hand immediately clasped the gun that rested under his pillow as he listened out for anything else.

The shuffling that followed was enough to have him getting out of bed silently as he made his way around his bedroom.

He could hear someone grunting. He opened his door, darkness enveloped the living room the only light being from the large windows which surrounded it.

"For fuck's sake." He heard someone whisper and he thought he recognized the voice but it simply couldn't be right?

He walked further into the living room, seeing someone's feet disappear behind the coffee table. He silently took more steps toward whoever was there.

"Before you kill me could you at least get me a drink? Anything with Whiskey will do." Charles heard as you spoke breathless from your spot on the floor.

He finally closed the distance standing by your feet in fact confirming it was you. His gun still pointed right at your head.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Charles asked annoyed.

"Ugh." you sighed. "Long story but your guards are really sh*t you know, killed them both in no time." You laughed, being stopped by a painful grunt.

Charles turned on the lamp on the table by the end of the couch providing enough light for him to see the trail of blood you'd left along with the pool of blood forming on his white carpet.

"You're ruining my carpet." Charles scoffed putting his gun away.

"Least I could do before letting you kill me." You shrugged, your breathing only getting heavier.

"What do you mean letting me kill you?" Charles asked as he moved away and around his apartment. You weren't able to see what he was doing from your spot on the floor where you'd decided to rest.

"We got attacked...idk who they are but- Fuck-" You grunted in pain again after moving slightly. "They are powerful Charles, they killed us ...every single one of us."

"Not you." Charles spoke from afar.

"Basically did." You laughed which you soon regretted with the pain it brought you. The gunshot to your stomach kept spurting blood despite you pressing hard on it.

"So why did you come here apart from dirtying my place?" Charles asked again, you could hear him opening and closing cupboards.

"Well you know...figured this ongoing battle we had going on, to see who would kill who first...Well, I'm gonna die anyway so I might as well let you win." You shuffled so your back rested on the couch and you could sit up slightly not caring one bit about covering the white couch with your blood.

Charles came back into view holding a bottle of whiskey, along with tongs, bandages, and a suture kit.

"Not my fucking couch!" Charles yelled annoyed.

"What's that for?" You asked but Charles didn't bother answering before he ripped your shirt from the side effortlessly allowing him to see your wound.

"Won't even invite me a drink first?" You joked, but your humor was short-lived as Charles pushed your hand away pouring the liquid over it.

"FU-" your voice was muffled as Charles put a rag on your mouth letting you bite down on it.

Charles didn't waste time as he disinfected the tools before sticking them in your wound looking for the bullet.

You writhed around in pain and despite this not being the first bullet you've taken somehow this one felt more painful.

"Stay Still." Charles demanded making you roll your eyes at him.

After what felt like forever he finally took the bullet out showing it to you before throwing it on the already bloodied carpet.

"I hate you." You spit the ragout and panted as you tried to steady your breath.

"Shut up." Charles's focus stayed on your body as he began sowing your wound shut.

"Why are you even doing this?" You asked.

Charles didn't answer you and you wondered what he was thinking about.

"Shit-" You hissed at the pain from the needle and thread going through you.

"Done." he avoided your eyes as he got up gathering everything up with him and moving away again.

"Charles-" you called out.

You still didn't have the strength to get up and go after him but a few seconds later Charles came back with water and a pill.

"Take this." He placed them both on the table in front of you before turning to walk away again.

"Charles answer me." You said more firmly this time.

He stopped in his tracks before turning around to face you. "If I'm gonna kill you...it'll be after a fair fight." He answered.

"Charles I have nothing left." You said, this time not caring how weak your voice sounded or the way your eyes watered in front of him. "Didn't you hear me? They killed all of my people." it pained you, truly did to think of all of the loyal men and women that were gone in a single night. "They think I'm dead too so just finish the job...please" you begged, something you'd never done before.

Charles didn't speak for a few seconds, avoiding your eyes again. "Drink that. I'll get the guest room ready since I can't ask my men to do it."

[wileys-russo]

First time calling Alessia ‘baby’?

short n sweet.

baby II a.russo

"but i like it better when you make it!" the blonde smiled as she rested her chin on her fist, looking back at you adoringly as you rolled your eyes playfully.

"correct me if i'm wrong here less but i think when you invite someone over for dinner its generally not so that they cook it for you!" you teased, but regardless began to grab out the necessary ingredients already knowing where everything was, comfortable and familiar in alessia's small flat.

only living the floor above her in the block, there was seldom a day that passed where either one of you didn't spend some amount of time in the others home.

you had first encountered one another the day she moved in. you were returning home from a rather stressful work shift, rummaging around in your pocket for your house key when you heard a rather loud crash from downstairs.

racing down you found the then unfamiliar blonde laying on the floor with a defeated sigh, boxes scattered around her where she had obviously tripped over something and sent them flying.

"hi, do you need a hand?" you bit your lip to refrain from laughing at the scene in front of you, alessia's head darting toward you with a mortified expression, cheeks tinted a rosy pink with embarrassment.

"she needs more than a hand she needs an entirely new body. less you're such a clumsy idiot!" a shorter brunette had then stuck her head out of the girls front door, rolling her eyes and bending down to collect a box before venturing back inside.

"i'm y/n. you just moving in?" you asked with a friendly smile, hopping down the last two stairs and offering her a hand up. "i'm alessia, and yeah. sorry for the bother! i was basically unofficially born with two left feet." the taller girl joked, rubbing the back of her neck nervously, admittedly a little more stunned at your beauty than the fall she'd just had.

"less man you gonna stand around flirting all day or get her number and come and help me?" the brunette returned, sending alessia's cheeks an even darker shade of red at the comment. "tooney!" the girl hissed as the shorter of the two shot you a wink and grabbed another box.

"she's very single." the girl notified you bluntly as alessia looked back in horror at her best friend who quickly made herself scarce. "sorry about her." alessia mumbled in embarrassment, unsure how else to really continue on after the interruption.

"she seems fun." you grinned, eyeing a pen on the floor and feeling a sudden unfamiliar wave of confidence roll through you. "give me your hand." you motioned as alessia looked at you with confusion but did so anyway, you quickly scribbled your number down on her wrist and placed the pen in her palm.

"oh, thanks!" alessia perked up, twisting her wrist to read the numbers as you headed back upstairs, hearing her friend call out for her to hurry up from inside.

"oh and for the record, i am also very single." you smiled shyly before disappearing out of view, only letting out a breath after you'd closed your own apartment door.

it had been several weeks since then, and with a very insistent ella urging her on alessia had asked you out for coffee that very next day, and then you'd asked her to the movies, and your ongoing back and forth of dates had commenced.

though nothing yet had been made official, the two of yet to properly talk out how you were feeling, there was a strong connection building.

"hey i invited you over purely for the pleasure of your company, the cooking for me is just an added bonus." alessia winked cheekily as you shook your head with a smile, flicking on her stove top. "well then the least you can do is be my sous chef." you placed a chopping board, a knife and a variety of different vegetables in front of the striker.

"if you can manage that without injury." you teased as the blonde now rolled her own eyes, mocking you under her breath. "can you do the carrots first please baby." you'd asked casually before turning back to the stove, not even at first registering what you said.

"what did you just say?" alessia breathed out, she having most definitely registered the new term of endearment. "i said can you do the carrots first please baby." you repeated, your eyes widening as you heard yourself, unable to force yourself to turn around to see her reaction.

"sorry, i didn't mean to-sorry." you shook your head, feeling a blush spread across your cheeks as you busied yourself filling the pot with water. "you don't need to be...baby." alessia replied, a rosy pink glow coating her own cheeks as she also refused to look toward you to see your reaction.

unknowingly you both smiled shyly to yourselves, butterflies erupting in your stomachs. a few beats of silence passed before you quickly changed the topic, asking her how training had been.

even though neither of you had discussed it, it seemed you had both just confirmed that in fact the connection was mutual, and you were both excited to keep exploring it.

[lost-walmartbag]

Hello! Can you do a cutecore fem reader x Scott tenorman,please? It’s fine if not tho, anyways have a good day/night!

Warnings: Swearing

Background: You been with your boyfriend for a while but he doesn't like the way you dress. When you confide in Scott, he tells you, you deserve better and know he can be that better.

Status: Ongoing

Next part

Bound

You walked into school, pulling up your sunglasses to the top of your head the minute you stepped into the building. You walked to your boyfriend who was leaning against his locker talking with his friends.

"Hey baby." You say with a warm smile.

He looks over at you and raised an eyebrow. He looked back at his friends giving them a look causing them to leave. He looked back down at you and sighed.

"You know I don't like you wearing clothes like that." He said with a frown.

You look down at your pink sweats and pink matching sweater. Your body was covered but your clothes did hug your figure. You've had this discussion with him before and you tried your best to tone it down but apparently, it wasn't enough.

"I'm sorry? I didn't think this was that bad." You said with a pout.

"Not that bad? Your tits are out. I don't want other people seeing you like that." He said with a sigh.

You sigh and nod zipping up your sweater and hiding your chest. He nodded and put his hand on your head.

"See better. Right?" He asked with a smug smile.

You nod still a bit upset about the interaction. He walked off leaving you there. You sigh and walk to your locker standing next to Scott as you open your locker. You and Scott would talk occasionally but you weren't friends.

"What's wrong?" He asked taking out some books from his locker.

"Do you think my outfit is too much?" You ask looking over at him.

He looked at you up and down and shrugged. "I don't see anything wrong with it."

"That's what I'm saying but Dillion doesn't like it." You mutter turning back to your locker.

"You deserve better." He said closing his locker.

"You don't know him. He's pretty good, he just has some issues with what I wear." You say with a sigh.

"Is he?" He asked leaning against his locker with a smirk. "You shouldn't let him control what you wear. I miss your old clothes."

"Tell me why that doesn't surprise me?" You teased rolling your eyes.

"Ya well, when you realize you need better I'll be here to be better." He said before walking off.

You smiled and shook your head as you continued on with your day. You couldn't help but think about what Scott said. You tried your best to get over it but you felt like you needed to prove he was wrong. As the school day you unzipped your jacket showing your white tanktop that revealed your cleavage.

You made your way to the front gates seeing Dillian waiting there. As you made your way to him you could see his face drop and turn in anger.

"Hey."

"What did I tell you about your clothes?" He spat out

"I wanna wear what I want.." You say looking down at your feet.

"I'm your boyfriend no one else should see you like this. You shouldn't be dressing like a slut." He said with a frown.

"A slut?" You repeated in an offended tone looking up at him. "Ya know what? Fuck you dude we're done."

You turn to leave before he grabs your arm and makes you turn back. "You're not leaving me."

"Let go of me." You say trying to pull away your arm until Scott walks over.

Scott gently pulls his hand off you and takes your hand. You and Dillian stood there watching him do it, feeling a bit of shock from the suddenness. Scott began walking off with you leaving Dillian there just glaring at you two.

"I could have handled it." You mutter, keeping your hand in his.

"I'm sure." He said with a smirk, keeping his eyes forward.

"Are you gonna say it?" You ask softly

"Say what?"

"I told you so."

"No, but I'm glad I was right." He said walking up to your door.

"Enjoying my suffering?" You joke taking out your keys.

"I'm enjoying his suffering. You'll be fine especially when you agree to go out with me." He said with a smug smile as if he knew you would say yes.

"In your dreams, Tenorman." You said stepping inside your house.

"Can't wait to see you in them." He said as you closed your door.

A/N: WELCOME TO THE NEW MINI SERIES. To the person who asked me this thank you so much and I hope you liked it. I'm so sorry I couldn't get to you fast enough. I'll make this a mini-series, so stay tuned if you enjoyed this. Anyway, I love you all. Thank you so much for reading. 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

[hapan-in-exile]

Volume 3 - Post #7: Counteroffer

Another installment in this ongoing serialized fanfic

Genre: Mandalorian x Fem! Reader

Total word count: 1.5K (of 45K total in Volume 3)

Rating: Explicit - smut, language, +18 *NSFW*

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VI. Okay, so this isn’t the most irrational thing you’ve ever done. After a year in Dorumaa working as a mob doctor, you’re no stranger to partying with gangsters. Walking into their lair without any affiliation or protection feels kinda reckless, though. 

But, hey, Bril’s girlfriend doesn’t seem scared, and this is her turf. On the contrary, she is levitating with unbridled joy. And gods bless her because it’s impossible to feel depressed in the face of this much naked enthusiasm. 

Shit, what’s her name? You gotta ask her; it’s so rude and sexist to keep thinking of her as Bril’s girlfriend. 

“I think it’s about to get started!” She shouts into your ear with an excited squeal, clutching onto your hand. You are dragged to the front of the DJ booth where—holy fucking shit, it’s MARTINE.

Dressed head to toe in white patent leather, their pink skin radiates, blue hair piled into a messy knot, as they clutch a drink in one hand, with the microphone held loosely in the other.

They smile mischievously, acknowledging the crowd gathering around in breathless anticipation, and a chorus of whistles and cheers erupts.

“Please stop me from doing anything crazy like trying to touch them. I don’t want to get thrown out.”

Hmm, the booth is high up, and there’s a ton of security. But you don’t know this chick well enough to assess the likelihood of her climbing over all this equipment and muscle. 

“Uh, you can grab me instead?”

“Eeeeeeeeeeee!” She screams and wraps her arms around you when the house lights go out, and the ambient music stops. 

Then again, when a spotlight falls over MARTINE, head thrown back, the mic raised against their lips.

I’m like, begging for you, baby Makes you wanna party Wanna break up Baby, it's violence, violence Baby, it's violence

This is the loudest sound system you’ve ever experienced. Each pulse of the bass reverberates through your entire body like a throbbing pulse. It’s the kind of thing that could bring you to orgasm or cause you to shit yourself, depending on how much you’ve had to drink.

Baby, it's violence You can’t see what I see

You are drunk but not wasted. The music washes over you, along with the gentle hum of the crowd singing in tandem with the lyrics. 

And, phew, this sure beats thinking about the Mandalorian right now.

It’s hard not to get caught up in the euphoria radiating from Bril’s girlfriend—Coral—you’re gonna call her Coral for now until you can ask her properly.

I saw the light in you Going out as I closed our window You never liked me anyway

Oh fuck! Don’t think about him. Don’t think. Stop thinking.

'Cause when you're running by yourself You know, It's hard to find someone to hold your hand

“I’m gonna get a drink at the bar,” you shout in Coral’s ear. 

You catch the words on her lips asking if you’re ok. 

Okay is on the complete opposite end of the spectrum from where you're at, but you assure her, “Yeah. I just need another drink.”

At some point, you should also probably ask about this cloudy liquor everyone drinks here. It shimmers with all these tiny particulates swirling around…in the…

Daiyu City is one of the galaxy’s primary manufacturing sites for Spice. Meaning you’ve likely had three—no, wait, this is five—glasses of Spice-infused liquor. 

Ugh, Mando is going to be so pissed when he finds you. 

When he finds you…how can you even look him in the face again? After making him so uncomfortable with all your stupid jokes and winking. The poor man has been protecting you against mobsters and monsters, and you’ve been treating him like a piece of meat. 

Blessed mother, you told him that his "husky" voice is "sexy" ... and he fucking chuckled. Aaargh, the cringe is so painful you might spontaneously combust!

But he also sounded genuinely so sad back at the hotel. 'I want you. And I can't have you.'

Did he just say that to make you feel better? Did he pity you that much?

You press your fingertips over your eyelids to stifle the gathering teardrops, no doubt smudging the glittering liner Coral so carefully applied.

Maybe liquid courage is exactly what you need right now.  

Because you owe him the biggest, most soul-searching apology. Which is shitty and selfish of you to deliver while hammered, but you might not be able to get the words out otherwise.

It's some kind of a premonition when, a second later, a gloved hand wraps around the base of your neck. You tense, preparing yourself for the shame and embarrassment you'll see reflected back at you in that opaque view plate. 

“Looks like I found you, honey.” 

A cold wave of panic freezes your heart. Who the—?

Talsala.  

With a wide, flirtatious smile on his face as he leans down to speak directly in your ear. “We need to talk.”

“What?”

“I've got a message from Ingtar.”

“From—”

“Look, he knows the Mandalorian took you, but I can get you back to Dorumaa. We can leave right now, and you’ll be back home by tomorrow.”

“Wait. No, Mando didn’t take me.”

It hadn’t occurred to you that news of the Mandalorian traveling with his Miralukan healer would make its way back to Ingtar. And so fast. Had Talsala been the one to tell him? 

“Listen, sweetheart, I don’t think you understand how dangerous Mando really is. And cutthroat. You think he’s just gonna keep you around forever? And now he’s put you on Vos’ radar. Do you know what kind of deep shit you’re in? This is a lifeline I’m offering you.”

A lifeline. Maybe you should go back? Or at least consider... 

Do you really have the emotional wherewithal to sit behind him in that tiny cockpit for hours and hours, yearning to reach out and touch him, knowing he'll never feel the same way about you?

Can you withstand the endless humiliation every time he looks at you?

Why torture yourself when you can just run—right now—and forget you ever crossed paths with the Mandalorian.

“Like I said, if we leave now before Vos or Mando can catch up to us, you get your old life back.” 

But nothing's ever that simple.

You look over to the DJ booth, thinking of Coral. There’s a lump building in your throat, suspecting this was all engineered as a trap to separate you from Mando so Talsala could corner you. But the look on her face as she walks up to the bar is pure murder.

“Who the fuck are you?” she demands. “Don’t you fucking touch her!”

And for being five foot nothing, Coral packs a mean wallop. She slaps Talsala’s hand away from your neck with an audible smackkk! 

“Hey now, honey, don’t get the wrong idea. We’re friends.”

“Read the fucking room, bro! Does it look like she’s excited to see you?”  

Your earlier fear that you had waltzed into a den of thugs with no protection seems super chauvinistic now. Coral is definitely ready to check a hoe.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Talsala says, stepping back with his hands up.

“That fucking card!” It hits you like a ton of bricks. He’d handed you that chip card back on Vos’ yacht, and in your haste, you stuffed it into the pocket of your jacket without thinking.

“Alright, I can see that maybe this information would have been better coming from Valine,” he quickly waves to catch her attention and motions her over. 

“None of that matters because I’m not leaving with either of you.”

Talsala and Valine exchange glances.

“Well, see that’s where we might have a problem. Ingtar’s not going to pay us until we deliver you back home safe and sound. So—”

“Lay a finger on her, and you’re gonna lose that hand,” says the Mandalorian in a gruff voice from behind you.

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[se7ens-oc-heaven]

Ok so I know I haven't talked Enough about legendkeepers for this to make total sense, but recently I talked about them to a friend about there being a group chat post-games, namely for the sake of keeping people in the loop for potential legendary incidents. Then I joked about how the missing/fallen ex-champion of Unova, Lena, could get rediscovered if you had Kimmie (Unova's stand-in champ) and Maciel (ex-member of Team Snagem and orre trainer) talking long enough, and this whole chatlog wrote itself!

Full disclaimer, even as I wrote this I anticipated it's ooc/incorrect for the stories, but I had too much fun not to share - even did a couple hasty scribbles to accompany it! Hope you enjoy the chaos! Optional author's 'notes' in tags

MASS TEXT

Rex, Ritsu, Maciel, Aspen, Kimmie, Xavier, Satsuki

-(xxx) xxx-xxxx has been added to the chat-

Kimmie: ok so she's been missing for 2 years now, but I'm including Lena's phone number in this group chat because she's Technically the one in charge of our guys 

Kimmie: so like if her phone ever works again she'll get these messages

Rex: smashing, absolutely not how to handle missing persons but sure why not

Maciel: Wait

Maciel: Lena Who

Kimmie: [img attachment] The missing champion of Unova???

Maciel: Wait

Maciel: [img attachment] 

Maciel: This Lena???

Kimmie: Get out

Kimmie: GET OUT?????

Kimmie: HOW DID YOU GET THAT AND WHERE IS SHE

Maciel: I took it just now

Maciel: she is sitting in my sidecar

Maciel: like she always does

Maciel: she doesn't know what's going on but says hi btw

Rex: I Have Been Corrected, evidently this somehow IS how you handle a missings persons case 

Rex: just include their phone number in a group chat and all problems will be solved

Rex: why didn't Xavier and I think of that???? 

Kimmie: Rex hush Maciel and I gotta work this out

Kimmie: Maciel istg if you're telling me that girl you hang with all the time is our missing champion I'm gonna heckin LOSE IT

Maciel: YOU'RE gonna lose it

Maciel: I'M the one being informed my amnesiac friend of 5+ years is evidently the missing champ of 2 years ongoing now

Maciel: which. Not to pretend I went to school

Maciel: but I'm decently sure that's not how math works last I checked??

Ritsu: I didn't go to school either

Rex: ???????

Ritsu: if that helps

Aspen: I have and still go to school and can confirm that's not how math works 

Kimmie: GUYS FOCUS HERE

Satsuki: guys I am trying to sleep over here in Hoenn several timezones away from all of you

Satsuki: why are you blowing up my phone???

Kimmie: MACIEL'S HOLDING THE UNOVA CHAMP HOSTAGE

Maciel: Evidently my friend Lena's the missing champ?

Maciel: wait WHAT

Maciel: I AM NOT

Maciel: SHE IS JUST SITTING HERE I'M NOT HOLDING ANYONE TO ANYTHING

Satsuki: Kimmie quit accusing people of kidnapping it's 3AM

Satsuki: well for me anyways

Kimmie: But he kinda is!

Kimmie: He's had Lena all this time and not said anything about it 

Kimmie: even though the unova champ going missing was big international news??

Kimmie: kinda sus he didn't say something sooner don't you think? 

Rex: Again, not how missing persons cases work

Maciel: I'M SAYING SOMETHING NOW DONUTHEAD 

Satsuki: I'm muting this chat so I can sleep. Ritsu can you lmk what everyone agrees on here?

Ritsu: sure thing, night Satsuki! Sorry we woke you ^^;

Aspen: so uh

Aspen: it sounds like she's safe and sound 

Aspen: right Maciel?

Maciel: [img attachment]

Maciel: I bought her ice cream. She's FINE.

Aspen: so

Aspen: why not just

Aspen: have her go back?

Aspen: or have Kimmie meet with her maybe

Aspen: wait that sounds dumb doesn't it

Ritsu: It's not dumb but

Ritsu: Like Maciel said, she HAS forgotten everything from before Orre

Ritsu: she's always sounded kind of like me, just 

Ritsu: dropped elsewhere on the map

Ritsu: and also not turned into a pokemon

Ritsu: so idk if she'll be much help as a Unova champ rn...?

Rex: The young Ritsu has a good point. This Lena individual may have suffered the same sort of temporal displacement as Ritsu himself

Rex: GDI CALYREX GOT HIS BLOODY PAWS ON MY PHONE AGAIN

Rex: One sodding moment. Ritsu we're having rabbit stew with brussels tonight

Ritsu: ^^;

Kimmie: guuuuys

Kimmie: who cares about that?

Kimmie: that’s Champion Lena! Eating ice cream! With an ex-convict!!

Maciel: FU I was never convicted of anything

Kimmie: Arceus knows what you did

Ritsu: Actually I think that’s just a myth!

Ritsu: Arceus tends to know very little of what goes on with humans

Ritsu: Actually it has little power over us period when it comes down to it

Ritsu: I mean

Ritsu: why else ask an uncoordinated newly human to do an Arceus’s work you know? Lol

Kimmie: 8/

Kimmie: ooooook

Kimmie: look just

Kimmie: Lena’s got people who have been looking for her for AGES

Rex: two years is not “ages” Kimmie

Kimmie: Rex omgggggggg 

Kimmie: what I MEAN is

Kimmie: The league’s been looking

Kimmie: Looker’s. Uh. Looking.

Kimmie: Cheren and Bianca and N have been looking

Kimmie: I’VE been looking

Kimmie: can we please just have her come back?

Kimmie: just like

Kimmie: so we know she’s safe?

Maciel: Fine. I’ll ask

Maciel: she says she’s cool with it

Maciel: she’s always wanted to visit Unova anyways 

Maciel: she does want me to reiterate she doesn’t remember anything though. She appreciates people have been looking but doesn’t want anyone to get let down here

Kimmie: EEEEE TY TY TY TY

Kimmie: I’ll let everyone know!

Kimmie: about the amnesia too

Kimmie: how soon will you guys get here?

Maciel: uhhhh

Maciel: dunno. Haven’t had a chance to work that out

Maciel: we like. Just decided

Maciel: don’t exactly have money for plane tickets just lying around here

Kimmie: huh

Kimmie: oooooh wait ok I get it

Kimmie: you probably have the money but can’t use it all at once right?

Kimmie: draws attention and all that ;)

Maciel: can you quit accusing me of crimes every two seconds??

Maciel: I’m trying to work with you here and you keep insulting me at every turn

Kimmie: wait wait wait wait

Kimmie: bad joke

Kimmie: sorry :(

Kimmie: I have the money, I can pay

Kimmie: yours too

Kimmie: does that sound fair?

Maciel: yeah ok

Maciel: whatever

Maciel: Lena says she's flexible and so am I 

Maciel: you can just text me whatever flight works for you guys and we'll meet up with you

Kimmie: thanks

Kimmie: sorry again

Maciel: whatever

Aspen: glad everything

Aspen: uh

Aspen: worked out?

Kimmie: yeah!

Xavier: what

[dicenote]

I really want to know what song you would pick for Ide :> (or if that's possible for the Matsuda/Ide ship)

And maybe for Namikawa too. He’s quite an interesting character!

Of course, and thanks for the ask! I'll admit I had a lot of trouble with picking stuff out, but I'm pretty happy with the songs I found. I've got one for Ide, one for MatsuIde, and one for Namikawa.

Ide: "Hiding" by Modern Baseball

Ide's difficult! He seems like such a simple guy, I'd bet he wouldn't even listen to music all that often, lol XD I wanted to find something that reflected his more reserved personality but also nodded to his complicated feelings about the Kira case. This song is quiet and kinda comforting in some places, but loud (and almost violent) in others.

Overall, it feels like "Hiding" is a song about the past, about happy memories that are long behind you. And for Ide, who spends a good chunk of the plot unsure about what's going to happen next, it feels fitting, in a weird way.

Some of the lyrics that I think fit him the best from this are:

"Entertain the cancer, we all answer upwards either way The waiting game is tied again. Backs of hands and phrases, misplaced gazes Things we still deny to selves and hesitate to talk about"

Those second 2 lines could definitely be interpreted in a more shippy context, but I like the "things we still deny" line referring to Kira's identity. Ide's stance on things is... kinda weird, isn't it? Like, he seems to hope that Light isn't Kira, but also he kinda sees it coming in the end. I dunno, he's such an interesting guy.

MatsuIde: "This Side of Paradise" by Coyote Theory

I was originally gonna look for something much angsty-er, but this one works just fine. Yes, it sounds kinda sad, but also happy at the same time? Something about it just screams MatsuIde to me.

I think part of it is the fact that the Task Force after the time skip (and particularly after Soichiro's death) is... kinda tragic. Like, we as the audience know that nothing they do is going to matter as far as finding Kira goes, but they still keep ongoing anyways. And since they're spending so much time on the case, they all pretty much isolate themselves from the rest of the world, especially Matsuda and Ide.

I can't remember who it was (I think @/tinycrescent?) but someone had the headcanon that Matsuda was, despite how social and bubbly he appears, a lonely person when it comes down to it. Honestly, I can see it- especially after Light is revealed to be Kira all along. He'd probably have a hard time trusting people after all that, with a few exceptions. And Ide is definitely one of those exceptions.

Ide doesn't seem like a social person to begin with, but I think Matsuda joking around with him gets him out of his shell a little bit. I think that the two of them get to be more comfortable around each other, like it "feels right" to exist together, if that makes sense.

"If you're lonely, come be lonely with me"

Namikawa: "Machine" by Regina Spektor

Gahh I really wish I knew Namikawa better, or this would've been easier 😅

(I was originally gonna go with "One-Winged Angel" from Final Fantasy 7, since Sephiroth was my little bro's nickname for Namikawa. But I figured that Namikawa deserved something a little better. So I went with "Machine".)

I picked this one because of the instrumentals. Namikawa strikes me as a methodical, intellectual kind of guy, and the piano in this song makes me think of that. At the same time, the pounding drums give off the impression that there's a lot going on beneath the surface, something darker that needs to be explored. This instrumental version sounds like something that would play when he's onscreen to me.

As for the lyrics... eh. They kind of fit him? Maybe if you squint. I dunno if it's accurate to say that Namikawa is "hooked into [a] machine", but there is something that's just a touch messed up about the whole Yotsuba thing. Like, the group is stuck cooperating with Kira during these meetings, no matter what- if they leave or disagree with Kira too much, they risk dying. It's kind of like they're stuck going along with Kira, not that Namikawa minds. As long as he stays on top, which he will.

[trainedhard]

@hopefromadoomedtimeline

Saitama knows there's essentially an ongoing apocalypse. He's all too aware of it, even-- but he simply tries to ignore it most of the time. Live as normal a life as he can, and try to help civilians on occasion. Honestly, though, even when he tries, he gets so much backlash that being a hero becomes less and less appealing day by day. Still, he's not a hero or working with the association for fame or glory; he really does want to make a change for the better, and that's all that even matters to him anymore.

... Still, he's accused of being a fraud. And as it's something that happens so often, he's given up protesting it. If what it takes to appreciate the job other heroes do is thinking he's a fraud, well at least he's serving a purpose, and it's not for nothing that he's disrespected and treated like dirt ...

But, with that reputation comes wide-scale rumors about him -- rumors that no doubt spread around to even the monsters that call themselves the androids. Now, Saitama doesn't know their entire deal by any means, but he knows that Genos doesn't feel too kindly towards them. And if he doesn't feel too kindly, then they must be pretty bad. Sure, they're terrorizing most people's lives as they know it, and Saitama's taken down quite a few of them and protected many civilians from them.. but he never really goes out of his way to hunt them down otherwise.

Even so, the androids know of him, though. Specifically, it seems they finally caught on to his strength and they really want him on their side. At first, they'd thought he was a joke, just like everyone else but Genos seemed to ... but now that they've actually gathered some data on him, it seems their targets are set on studying him. He's not exactly open to the idea of being studied for such a cause, not even if he was paid to do it though. Without fail, every time they'd try to attack him or capture him, he'd completely decimated them, and yet their attempts to capture him have never let up.

Today was no exception.

Saitama was hoping for even one day where he'd get to chill, picking at his expensive salmon and rice lunch as he sat on a park bench. Nobody else seemed to be in this park, though he could hear a little bit of a ruckus in the distance.

' Well. Nothing the other pro heroes can't handle. I'm just gonna eat, then .. check out that sale I heard about, or something.. '

Continuing to slowly pick away at his lunch treat, he completely ignored the android that was stalking closer to him until it was right in his face. Towering over him, with a cocky smirk and taunting words that went in one ear and right out the other, it'd expected to catch Saitama's attention in any significant way. However, when it was simply ignored, the caped hero's attention turning literally anywhere else to try and avoid a confrontation ... That baffled and agitated it.

Spewing more threats which were as good as useless to Saitama, the only even slight acknowledgement he gave the android was cutting it off mid-sentence, unreadable expression tinged with annoyance.

“ Dude. You're way too close to me. Move. ”

That's as much warning as this guy's gonna get. If he doesn't comply, Saitama's probably gonna punch the guy... But to a bystander, the situation probably looks way more dicey! Even though the android is gearing up, ready to blow away Saitama with everything he has, it doesn't look like he's got a care in the world... Does he have a death wish?

.... Yeah, kinda. But it's not like it could ever be fulfilled anyways.

[senilthesynth]

Copying this from Twitter because it ended up way longer than I intended lol. Anyways, here's what I'm replying to. Please know that I also think capitalism makes negative electric prices a bad thing, but, well...

https://twitter.com/AlanRMacLeod/status/1677081236991516672

begging these people to understand there's a lot more nuance here than anyone is presenting.

Dirt cheap electric prices, from a generation perspective, can mean that production is far outstripping demand. This might be OK in any other industry but it DOES NOT WORK here! The short and sweet version is "We don't have nearly enough energy storage to absorb how inconsistently solar/wind generate power."

The longer version starts with "The grid works best when generation = consumption, and too much of either fucks with the grid."

Not joking on that by the way, we have to measure the grid frequency to the thousandths because shifts in demand really do fuck with grid frequency. Too much generation and it creeps up, too little and it sags. A Reminder: The North American electric system is built to 60 Hz now.

This power regulation is currently best done with fossil fuel plants - they can spin up and down pretty freely, so long as they have fuel. It takes energy to do, so it's not like you want them turning on and off all day.

Solar and wind add a problem, though: you can't exactly regulate their output in any meaningful way. Fossil fuels you can just burn less, dams you can run less water through, nuclear you can try to turn down (they're best at base power though so you generally don't wanna do this). But solar and wind? Well, outside of straight up disconnecting them from the grid, there isn't much you can do. But that's energy to use!

This, annoyingly, causes some problems. Easiest to recognize is that these generation spikes mean you need to spin other stuff down more. Second is that you don't get a choice in that matter. The grid cannot, by itself, store power. Excess power will find a way to get back to its source, and that can cause real problems. You use it or lose it here.

But... what if we could offset the peak generation to peak demand?

Energy storage is, of course, the answer to this problem. Figure out how much energy you'll need for whatever reasons, and then figure out how you're gonna do that. Currently, there are two working ways to do that. Batteries, and pumped hydro. A third is a work in progress.

Batteries are great because there are no moving parts involved, the main complications being that Now You Have To Deal With Batteries. Which isn't easy, but we can do it. Their big problem? They're nowhere near energy dense enough for grid scales. Especially safer chemistries.

The current (and really long term hotness) in grid-scale energy storage is pumped hydro. Take a couple conveniently located lakes*, run tubes between them, and you've got energy stored in the potential energy of all that water!

*not required but it means less terraforming.

They're so simple it's almost stupid. Let water run down the pipes to turbines when energy is needed, then pump it back up when it's not. Sure there's more working parts, but the only new thing is the pump system. Everything else is just dam stuff. Why don't we build dams with pumped hydro? Honestly a lot of them could make it work, at least somewhat, but you need a pretty sizable height difference to maximize on the energy stored & generated.

Remember that I brought up trying to avoid terraforming? To make new systems cheaper and easier to install, you really really want the "conveniently placed lakes" or similar so you're not needing to dig up a lake yourself. Those lakes aren't exactly a common sight y'know. There's been a lot of work on using cranes holding concrete blocks to store potential energy that way, but the work is still ongoing last I heard. Big Problem to solve there is that, y'know, those blocks might crack and break if the crane isn't gentle with them.

anyways where was I? Oh right. Renewables make grid management more annoying and we need to store all the energy they make so they're actually useful. Batteries are, IMO, totally fine for on-premise & microgrid needs. Neighborhood operations would work alright too. Gravitational storage is either difficult to set up if it isn't the perfect spot (pumped hydro) or still actively being researched to see if it's actually viable (cranes & blocks).

So... where does that leave us with our problem?

Well, batteries might be enough to offset generation by a few hours so that there's a better baseline when everyone comes home from work. Cooking, heating/cooling homes, etc. are pretty predictable demand increases. But what if renewable generation is so good that it's filled up our demand shifting batteries? That's a really big problem, one that we don't have a solid answer for. Pumped hydro is a big deal but it's not as trivial as batteries to install. Cranes still have problems too. We don't want to waste energy from renewables - every megawatt we can store from renewables means a megawatt less of on-demand fossil fuel power. To be all in on renewables means being all in on energy storage. In my opinion, there is no way to separate them.

We need storage.

It also means giving engineers and constructors some time to get these projects up and running so the grid can really handle the inconsistent power generation of renewables. Which, however much I hate to say it, means letting us use on-demand fossil fuels while we get to work. We need more nuclear to replace the base power fossil fuel plants. We need more storage so every megawatt of surplus can be used later. We need a grid that is smart enough to juggle this daunting task.

And we need it all yesterday. So the next best time is to start now.

[intimidating-fettuccine]

How about Toby, Ben, and Jeff with an s/o who uses odd terms for them ie lovingly calling them "trash boat". Or "Raccoon in a vest" or "lil gremlin man" because that's how they were taught to show affection growing up.

Gummy worm Anon

Feeling called out again

Toby:

Feels the most special about it out of the boys. Obviously, if you're coming up with such cute and random nicknames that means you must really really love him, and every time you call him something new and weird he just goes into a fit of the cutest little giggles you'll ever hear, and he just wants to run up to you and pull you into a big, tight, bone-crushing hug. He probably also keeps track of all the different nicknames that you call him so that he definitely knows when you call him something new, and it becomes a challenge to see how many different things you can call him. I would recommend that with all of them honestly, but I ESPECIALLY recommend the weird nicknames with Toby.

BEN:

BEN is honestly barely even phased by it, mostly on the basis that he's a weirdo and probably also calls you weird names like that. You could do it for the first time and sneak up behind him and call him a "Lil gremlin man" because he IS one, and he won't even miss a beat and he'll probably call you his "sexy casserole" or something like that that's completely random and makes so sense, but when it comes to the two of you it just ends up fitting. Everyone around you ends up confused all the time because you're just calling each other the weirdest things 24/7 and nobody around you understands it but they just end up going with it because the two of you are showing no signs of stopping.

Jeff:

Jeff is the king of teasing his partners, and you can bet your butt that once you start calling him those weird nicknames he's gonna start dishing it back out. Also, the first time you do it, expect him to dramatically gasp with wide eyes and a hand over his heart before he calls you a toe sucker or something, no I am not joking, he will do this. Jeff loves trying to compete with you to see which one of you can come up with the most creative and random nickname to call each other, and it's an ongoing battle because both of you refuse to give in, and you've come up with so many nicknames based on so many things. Wouldn't be surprised if you forgot it was a competition and just kept doing it anyway.

[wildflowertips]

OKAY BUUT your amazing same girl (Kuroko) edit has got me inspired! What about a fic where Kagami & Aomine catch up as friends (idk but can they both be pro NBA) and it happens like in the edit!? Lolol I feel like that’d be hilarious

Messing with the same boy

☽ author's note: before you read, please know this fic is supposed to be taken lightly- a joke. Please don't be upset or read if you don't like your ship in these scenarios. In the past, I had people flood my asks with "this ship is better than that ship," "this character would never do that," etc., anyway, thank you anon for requesting! I think you are referring to this post, and ha! I love that you ask this!

☽ pairing: implied kagakuro & aokuro

☽ content warning: cursing/ bad language

☽ word count: 1.9 K words

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The flashing lights blinded Kagami as he made his way to the Cest Bon restaurant, where high-listed celebrities dine in Los Angeles.

"Who are you having dinner with, Taiga?" "Aomine Daiki? He arrived a few minutes before you!" "Tell us how you felt losing your last game!" "Are you having dinner with Daiki?" "Is this a date?"

"Just friends catching up," Kagami gave them a tight smile as his team led him through the crowd of paparazzi.

Answering the paps was a mistake as the paparazzi kept shouting questions at a faster rate.

"But you and Daiki have an ongoing rivalry!"

"Do you two get along outside of basketball?"

"What's your blood type?"

Even after Kagami's security team opened the doors to the restaurant and Kagami stepped inside, the paparazzi were at the door snapping pictures.

"Ah, Mr. Kagami," The french accent of the waiter was heavy. "Let me show you to your table. Mr. Aomine arrived a few minutes ago."

Kagami nodded and followed the man through the restaurant until they approached Aomine, who smirked when he saw Kagami, and Kagami grinned at his friend.

"This is your table," The waiter said, "Please, Mr. Kagami, Mr. Aomine, drinks are on us. Thank you for choosing Cest Bon tonight. A waitress will be there shortly to attend you."

"Thank you," Kagami gave a slight bow before he pulled out his seat and sat in front of Aomine.

"Thought you weren't gonna make it," Aomine took a sip from his wine glass.

Playfully rolling his eyes, Kagami replied. "I was like 10 minutes late, dude."

"Yeah, well, time is money, baby." Aomine winked. "But, I'll let it slide since I haven't seen you outside of games."

"God," Kagami groaned, closing his eyes. "Don't talk to me about games. My ego is taking a fucking beating."

"Yeah?" Aomine pushed his hair back and smugly smiled. "Heard you lost your last game. What happened there?"

Kagami shook his head. "It wasn't my day. I can't believe I lost to the Nets. The fucking Nets!" Kagami leaned on the table, closer to Aomine. "My team is giving me shit for it! But the fuck was I supposed to do when the Nets fucking three-man block me?"

Aomine laughed, "I know- saw the game. You're carrying your team. Not your fault; your team can't do anything without your assistance."

Kagami huffed out in amusement, "Right. You get it. You carry yours all the time."

"Oh yeah, most definitely, yeah." Aomine nodded, picking up his drink again. "They ain't shit without me. But hey, the Cavaliers pay me handsomely, so who am I to complain?"

Kagami was about to agree when a waitress walked up to their table.

"Good evening, I'm Elizabeth, and I'll be your waitress tonight." Both men turned their attention to the woman.

She was hot— dark-skinned, soft brown eyes, tall, with an hourglasses figure.

Unfortunately, both men were in a relationship of their own. Neither flirted with their waitress, and they ordered instead. And as much as the waitress eyed them, Kagami and Aomine didn't return the favor.

"Will that be all?" She gave them a friendly smile.

"Yeah," Aomine waved her off.

"And more wine, please," Kagami held up his glass. "Red, Pinot noir."

The waitress nodded, promising to be back in a few with their meals.

"She was cute, huh?" Kagami started the conversation. "I'm surprised you didn't hit on her."

"Why would I hit on her?" Aomine raised an eyebrow.

"Because she's exactly your type?"

"Nah."

"Really?" Kagami raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "She had big—" he motioned to his chest.

"Tits?" Aomine replied with a sly smile.

"Breasts." Kagami blushed at Aomine's choice of words, and he slightly narrowed his eyes. "She had big breasts."

"She did," Aomine agreed, "But I already got someone at home."

"Oh, for real?" Both of Kagami's eyebrows rose, and his eyes widened a bit.

"What— Don't look so surprised, asshole!" Aomine clicked his tongue. "I'm a good boyfriend."

"What's her name?"

This time, it was Aomine who turn was to blush. "It's a guy."

"Oh shit."

"Yeah," Aomine looked away, his cheeks hot.

The waitress came back with a bottle and their appetizers. After she left, Aomine quickly shoved a piece of shrimp in his mouth.

"Since we're talking about relationships," Kagami picked up his spinach roll-ups. "I—uh— also have a boyfriend."

"No shit," Aomine chuckled, "Would you look at that?"

"Who would've thought?"

"Not us," Aomine grabbed one of Kagami's spinach rolls. "We should do that couple shit and have a double date."

"Actually," Kagami covered his mouth with his hand as he tried to finish his roll. Once he swallowed, he said, "That's not a bad idea. I really wanna introduce you to this guy."

"Yeah?" Aomine said with his mouth full.

"Yeah, I think he might be the one." Kagami looked down, soft pink hues on his cheeks. "Like, I can see myself marrying him and starting a family."

Aomine softly smiled at his friend. "Well, tell me about him. I wanna know why he has you all whipped."

"Okay, but only if you do the same with your boyfriend." Kagami grumbled, "I wanna know how someone would willingly date you."

"Ha, ha, ha," Aomine joked, no harm in his glare towards Kagami. "But ight. I can also see myself marrying my current boyfriend."

"Okay, what do you wanna know?"

"Anything," Aomine smiled, "Look, he isn't even here, and you're already blushing like a teenager in love." He pointed at Kagami's blushing cheeks.

"Shut up!" Kagami covered his cheeks, "Okay, well, uh, he's so fine."

"Oh?" Aomine pressed for Kagami to go on.

"He's like 5'6," Kagami smiled fondly— as if he remembered a cute moment between him and his boyfriend. "He's got a nice built."

"Damn," Aomine thought about how his boyfriend is also the same height. What a coincidence.

"He used to play basketball back in high school, I think," Kagami grabbed a shrimp from Aomine's plate. "He's got the cutest smile and big blue eyes and light blue, soft hair ."

Aomine was beginning to find it freaky how his boyfriend also played basketball in high school, had a cute ass smile, big blue eyes, and light blue, soft hair. He couldn't count how many times he's run his hand through the soft strands.

"Oh, plus, he moved from Japan like a few months ago." Kagami threw the shrimp in his mouth.

"Wait a motherfucking minute," Aomine swore; his heart stopped beating for a second because his boyfriend had also moved from Japan to Los Angeles. "Wait a goddamn minute."

"What?" Kagami looked at him, confused.

The match-up from Kagami's boyfriend to Aomine's was eerily similar. There's no way his Tetsu would cheat on him, right?

It must be some weird coincidence. Right?

"Does..." Aomine's throat grew dry. "Does he have a dog?"

"Yeah," Kagami visibly shivered. "He loves that mutt."

Okay, don't panic. Anyone could have a dog. Aomine's heart began beating out of his chest.

Tetsu has a dog too.

"Loves vanilla milkshakes?"

Kagami looked taken aback. "How did you know?" He raised an eyebrow.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit.

"Does he got a beauty mark on his left hip?" Aomine felt sick as the realization was setting in.

"..."

"Went to Teiko Middle school?"

"...How—"

"Is your boyfriend a kindergarten teacher?!" Aomine tightly grips on the glass of wine.

Kagami looks at Aomine with confusion. "Do you know him or something?"

"Man, I can't believe this shit, damn." Aomine wanted to cry right then and there.

"What's wrong, dude? Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Kagami grew uncomfortable. "I'm your best friend, so just say what's on your mind."

"Fucking—" Aomine buried his face in his hands. "I didn't know you were talking about him."

"Do you know him or something?"

"Do I know him?" Aomine pulled away and let out a dry laugh. "Like the back of my fucking hand, Taiga."

"I'm not getting it." Despite saying that, Kagami looked at Aomine, horrified. Deep down, he didn't want it to be true.

Kuroko wouldn't cheat on me. He loves me.

"We're fucking the same guy!" Aomine covered his mouth with his hand and looked away, pained.

Kagami blinked.

"Kuroko Tetsuya?" He whispered.

"That's the fucking one!" Aomine snarled and looked around. No one seemed to notice his outburst. "That's the love of my life you described."

"We're fucking the same guy?"

"The same fucking guy," Aomine repeated.

Kagami and Aomine sat in silence for the next ten minutes. When their main dishes arrived, neither made a move to eat.

"Daiki, how did you two meet?" Kagami finally asked with a downcast.

"Meet him at a party Satsuki threw a few months ago when he first moved to LA." Aomine wasn't even hungry anymore. He wanted to confront Tetsu.

He wanted Tetsu to tell him that it was all a mix-up. That Tetsu has a secret twin, no one knows about.

"Well, I met him at a party Kise threw a few months ago when Kuroko first moved to LA." Kagami scratched the back of his ear. "I asked him if he had a boyfriend, and he said no."

"That's funny," Aomine glared at him. "Because Tetsu said the same to me."

Kagami nodded, not knowing what to say.

Please tell me this isn't true. That Kuroko, my love, is cheating on me— tell me it isn't true. Tell me that he's loyal to me, and only me.

"He told me I was the love of his life," Kagami deeply frowned.

Aomine scratched his head awkwardly. "Yeah, well, you ain't special, buddy."

Kagami played with his steak, poking it with his fork. "Damn, he told me I was the light to his—"

"Shadow?" Aomine finished Kagami's sentence.

"How did we not notice? Tetsuya's been at every single game I invited him to," rubbing his right eye tiredly, Kagami let out a deep sigh.

"He does have a low presence," Aomine pointed out. "It's easy for him to get under the radar."

"That cheeky little shit."

"How come I have never seen your name pop up on his phone, though?" Aomine looked up, complexed. "Surely, you two texted as much as we did."

"We texted and talked on the phone all the time," Kagami sadly smiled. "But, uh, I have no clue. I've never seen your name pop up on his phone either."

"Now, I wished I got my hands on his dark blue phone sooner."

"Dark blue?" Kagami looked uncomfortable, "He has a red phone."

"No, he's got a dark blue one," Aomine pulled out his light blue phone— the color of Kuroko's hair. "We have matching phones— his phone is dark blue because that's my color, and my phone is light blue because that's his color."

Kagami felt his eyes sting with tears. "That's really fucking hilarious." Kagami forced a laugh as he pulled out his phone and threw it onto the table.

It was a light blue color, just like Aomine's.

"We also have matching phones— his phone is red because that's my color, and mine is light blue because that's his color."

Both men didn't say a word after that.

They were trying to process the love of their lives, their potential husband, cheating on them with each other.

Neither wanted to say who was the side piece. One had to come before the other, right?

Their broken hearts would not be able to stand being the other man.

They had the worst dinner of their lives- eating in silence and avoiding eye contact with each other.

The paparazzi captures Aomine and Kagami leaving the restaurant together by the end of the night.

Neither of the men stopped to take pictures for the magazines or fans.

Instead, they walked away from the restaurant in opposite directions, neither turning back.

Kuroko Tetsuya managed to break the hearts of two all-star NBA players, and he had no clue about it.

[helloalycia]

my patient’s neighbour [four] // wanda maximoff

summary: taking Wanda to meet your parents wasn't the best decision in hindsight...

warning/s: none i don't think?

author's note: i’m not sure what to say other than sorry in advance oops

part one | part two | part three | part five | part six | part seven | masterlist | wattpad

The restaurant my parents chose wasn't too flashy but rather comforting and homely, with an Italian theme and matching cuisine. It was bustling with people, but it didn't take long for Wanda and I to find my parents sat at the back waiting for us.

"You gonna be okay?" I asked, glancing at her with a comforting squeeze of the hand.

"I've got you, haven't I?" she asked playfully, her accent thicker than usual as she spoke. And though she was joking, I knew there was truth to her words which sent the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy.

"You're cute," I said with adoration, appreciating how lovely her eyes looked in the dimly-lit restaurant. "Come on."

Hand in hand, we approached my parents' table and I had hopes that tonight would go well. My parents weren't exactly intimidating – at least anyone I'd ever known hadn't got that impression – but I still worried for Wanda. Unlike her, I couldn't read minds, so I couldn't tell if she was actually looking forward to tonight or if she was just doing it for me.

"Y/N, you're here!" my mum exclaimed with a grin when she spotted me.

"I am," I said with a nervous smile, before motioning to Wanda. "And so is Wanda, my girlfriend."

"Yes, Y/N mentioned you would be coming," my mum said with a friendly smile, looking to Wanda, before motioning to the table. "Please, sit, sit."

I squeezed Wanda's hand gently before pulling out a chair for her. She smiled at me appreciatively before I took a seat beside her, facing my parents.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Wanda," my dad said with a nod. "Y/N mentioned you plenty of times when we'd call to catch up with her."

"You, too," Wanda spoke politely. "Both of you. Y/N told me that you're travelling the world, is that right?"

I leaned on my hand and glanced at Wanda, who shot me a mischievous smile. Quirking a brow, I mentally applauded her. Getting my parents to talk about their travels was an easy way of bonding with them – they would tell every server and customer in this restaurant about their travelling if they could. She'd cracked them instantly.

I'm just that good, milashka (cutie).

Trying not to laugh as her words echoed in my mind because of her powers, I leaned back into my seat and listened in as my parents went into a ramble about their ongoing adventures. This was pretty much how the rest of the evening went, as the four of us dined on expensive wine and delicious pizza. They seemed to be getting along well, with Wanda asking all the right questions and giving them her picture-perfect smile that impressed all the elders. Heck, she was even impressing me.

Naively, I appreciated how well the evening was going until my parents decided to talk to Wanda about her career.

"So, Y/N mentioned you're one of those Revengers," my mum remembered as we ate.

"Avengers," I corrected her, mildly embarrassed.

Wanda chuckled, glancing at me, before nodding. "Yes, I am. For over a year now, I've been working with them."

"Them being Iron Man, Captain America, the Black Widow...?" my dad asked, looking up as if trying to remember the rest, further embarrassing me.

"Those are the ones," Wanda quipped with a nod.

My mum hummed in response as my dad nodded before leaning back in his seat and eyeing Wanda curiously.

"I can't imagine your job is the safest," he began. "You protect people from threats, right? Keep them safe."

Wanda seemed caught off guard, but recovered quickly. "It's got it's... dangers, yes. But I can handle myself. I've got powers and I know how to use them."

"You do," my dad agreed, before his eyes flickered to me briefly. "But Y/N doesn't. She's just a regular human."

I set my fork down on my plate and looked to him calmly. "Dad, what are you saying?"

"No, it's fine," Wanda said reassuringly, resting her hand on my leg under the table. I grabbed it and held it as she continued to speak to my father. "Y/N doesn't have powers, you are correct."

"And dating an Avenger, I can imagine, must put a huge target on her back," he said with concern, and my mum nodded in agreement. "How can we be certain that she is safe?"

"Dad!"

"Your father is right, Y/N," my mum said, giving me a look, before her expression softened as she looked to a startled Wanda. "We're not implying that you're incapable, Wanda. We can clearly see that you care about our daughter. And you're a lovely person. You're pretty much perfect."

Wanda swallowed hard. "But?"

My mother frowned. "But dating you is bound to put our Y/N in danger. She could get hurt just for being involved with you, with your friends. She doesn't have powers to protect herself. And I can't imagine you're around her all the time to keep her safe."

As angry as I was at my parents for saying this stuff – even if they were saying it out of love – memories of the incident flashed to mind. They were right, but it was a risk I'd accepted when dating Wanda. What good was it doing by bringing this up now?

Noticing Wanda's silence, I spoke up instead. "I appreciate your concern, guys, but I'm an adult. I understand the danger I may be put in by being with Wanda. But I love her and I know that she is here for me if anything were to ever happen."

"We know," my father said, giving me a small nod. "We just thought we'd share our opinion anyway. It's been weighing on us for a while is all."

I sighed quietly. I couldn't exactly fault them for that.

"Anyway, never mind that," my mum said, setting down her fork. "Now that we've got that out the way, let's order some dessert, yeah? Our treat."

Nodding, I let my parents get excited as they perused the dessert menus before them. Instead, I looked to the quiet brunette beside me and saw how lost in thought she was, eyes focused on the table and stuck in a daydream.

With the hand that was holding hers, I patted her hand with my thumb to earn her attention. She looked up suddenly, questioning gaze falling to me. I frowned and quirked a brow, wondering if she was okay. She forced a smile my way, squeezing my hand reassuringly, but I didn't believe her. I also couldn't question it right in front of my parents, so I decided to speak with her later.

Dessert went by quickly as Wanda, suddenly, wasn't very talkative. I didn't know if my parents noticed, but I sure did and I felt extremely guilty. If I had known of my parents' concerns, I never would have brought Wanda to meet them tonight.

After the evening came to a close and we all stepped out of the restaurant, I expected to be going home with my parents since we lived together, but they claimed they had more plans together tonight.

"Wow, you guys have more of a social life than we do," I joked when they told me to make my own way home.

Wanda barely smiled and I felt bad.

"We'll be back in a few hours," my mum promised, before pulling me in for a hug. "Tonight was fun. A great final night before we leave tomorrow."

I returned the hug and as I gave my dad one, I heard Wanda thanking my mum for the lovely evening halfheartedly. After saying our final goodbyes, Wanda led me to her car in silence, giving me time to try and put some jumbled thoughts together coherently.

As she had been for the past hour, Wanda was quiet on the drive back to my place. Whenever I would glance in her direction, she'd be chewing on her lip and focusing on driving, though the blank expression on her face made me think that maybe she was distracted. It didn't take a genius to know she was thinking about my parents' words and I suddenly felt guilty for putting that all on her.

"I'm sorry," I blurted halfway through the journey. "I'm sorry for what they said. It wasn't fair of them, I know that. They just... they meant well, Wanda, they really did." I tucked my hands under my thighs, wincing as their words echoed in my mind. "It doesn't change anything though, y'know? We're still us. We're still okay. I don't want you to feel like anything's changed because it hasn't."

I paused, swallowing hard, and glanced her way. She didn't even look my way, still in the same position as she was before I started to speak. Looking back to the road ahead, I let out a disappointed sigh, figuring she wasn't in a talking mood. I didn't blame her, but I hoped she would have understood what I meant.

The remainder of the drive was like this, Wanda deep in thought and me huddled under an imaginary blanket of guilt. When we finally reached my house, she turned the engine off and I waited for her to say something, literally anything. Her fingers drummed against the steering wheel mindlessly and I figured she was out of words for tonight.

"I'll ring you in the morning," I mumbled quietly, opening the car door. "If you want to speak, that is."

Leaving her there, I grabbed my bag and headed to the front door, but stopped when I heard her get out the car, too. Waiting, I turned around and watched as she approached me, eyebrows knitted in thought.

"Please say something," I said with pleading eyes.

She licked her lips, biting her lower lip so hard I'm surprised she didn't draw blood. Finally, she released it and looked to me with apologetic eyes.

"Your parents were right," she said.

I blinked with confusion. "What?"

She nodded, looking down at her shoes momentarily. "They were right, what they said. My life puts you in danger."

"Yeah, I know," I agreed, crossing my arms. "I knew that when I got with you, but that doesn't change anything."

She gave a disbelieving smile. "Seriously? Y/N, that changes everything."

"No, it doesn't," I told her sternly, growing frustrated. "This is the stuff you sacrifice when you love someone."

She sighed, shaking her head and looking away. "You shouldn't have to."

"But I chose to," I said, clenching my jaw.

"Don't you remember what happened last time?" she asked, stepping forward and holding my hand. "The incident?"

"We said we wouldn't talk about that," I reminded her with a low voice.

"But you remember, right? When they took you and I wasn't there? They could've hurt you!"

"Shut up!" I told her, raising my voice. Pulling my hand away from hers and taking a step back, I continued, "Why are you saying that? You came! You helped me!"

"But what if they did something to you before I got there?" she snapped. "What if I hadn't got to you on time?"

The memories came spilling into my mind, escaping the locked box I kept them in. Tears burned the corner of my eyes as I tried to think about anything else.

"You remember how scared you were?" Wanda asked, frowning at me with exasperated eyes. "You couldn't be by yourself for weeks!"

"Why are you doing this?!" I yelled, clenching my fists. "Why are you trying to frighten me?!"

"Because you should be frightened!" she retorted, stepping closer to me. Her dark green eyes were swirling storms of rage as she added, "It could happen again!"

I shoved her away from me, pinching the bridge of my nose with annoyance. Tears slipped from my eyes at the terrifying memory of what happened, what could have gone wrong, but I ignored them as I swallowed down the lump in my throat. Why the hell was she acting like this? Making me so angry at her for no reason?

"It's not even just that," she continued, jaw tensed. "How many times do I get hurt because of work and you get worried?"

"That's because I care about you," I muttered through stinging eyes.

"This will always be my life," she said, a hint of regret in her words as she looked to me. "I can't change it."

"I'm not asking you to!"

"Exactly! You're not! Which means you'll suck it up and stay with me and will live your life in constant concern for my well-being. It's not right."

I opened my mouth to respond because what she was saying was entirely stupid. But my emotions got the better of me and no words came out. Instead, my bottom lip quivered as I sucked up a breath.

"I need time to think," she suddenly said, anger disappearing from her voice and being replaced with an astute calmness.

My gaze snapped her way and through blurry vision, I watched her step back with her hands on her hips.

"So you can what – think about breaking up with me?" I said bitterly, and despite my anger, I didn't expect her to look at me with a softened expression, meaning my words were correct.

"Maybe it's better that way, Y/N," she said gently, eyes meeting mine.

I squeezed my hands together and tried to breathe through the pent-up anger that she'd caused, but the longer she stared at me, waiting for a response, the more I wanted to explode.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I muttered, scrunching my eyebrows together.

She pressed her lips together, looking away, and it only pissed me off more.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Wanda?!" I yelled. "You're quitting on our relationship because, what, you think I'm in danger? Well, news flash, honey, the worst already happened and I'm still here!"

She barely flinched as she avoided my eyes.

"You're a fucking coward!" I said, pointing at her. "If you needed an excuse to end things, you could have just said so!"

Breathing out, I wiped my tears away shakily. I expected her to argue back, to realise she'd made a mistake and regretted her words, but as I waited, I knew she was certain of her decision.

"Fine," I settled, brimming with rage. "Fuck off, Wanda."

Still, nothing.

Turning on my heel, I stormed to my front door and went through my keys with difficulty, hands shaking with anger. I heard Wanda's car door shut from behind me but didn't bother turning around. I clearly didn't need to as I heard the tyres screech against the road and knew she was gone.

Kicking my door with frustration, I found the key and opened up before heading inside and slamming the door behind me. How dare she break up with me because of something that I chose off my own back! She just gave up like we meant nothing to her, not even bothering to talk things out with me! And selfishly, she left me feeling pissed and resenting her more than I ever thought I would.

"What a bitch!" I shouted into the empty house, throwing my keys to the side harshly.

When they clinked against glass, I looked up and saw the vase of flowers Wanda had given me before dinner.

"The first and fucking last," I said dryly, before grabbing ahold of it and throwing it against the wall without thinking.

The glass shattered on impact, leaving a mess of water, flowers and small shards on the wooden floor. I looked at it, the brokenness resembling how my heart felt. As the adrenaline of my actions and previous angry words wore off, all that was left was hurt and pain and oh God, Wanda was gone. She'd left me. She'd given up.

I sank to the floor, pulling my legs up to my chest, and hugged them tightly. Stifling my cries, I dug myself into my knees and felt a pain in my heart. Why didn't she fight for us? Did she not love me enough? Was I not enough?

—

"You ignored the memes I sent you, I thought you died."

As Natasha pushed right past me and into my house, I blinked with disbelief.

"Sure, come right in," I mumbled sarcastically, closing the front door.

Following after Natasha, I found her making herself at home in the living room, plonking herself on the couch and pulling her feet up comfortably.

"You could have sent an emoji or something," she continued, giving me a knowing look. "They were some good memes."

"Well, forgive me if I wasn't in the mood," I said sourly, joining her on the couch.

Her playful smile faded as she picked up on my words. "How are you doing, sweetie?"

I ran a hand through my hair and leaned my elbow on the back of the couch, getting comfortable. It had been two weeks since Wanda broke up with me and in those two weeks, I hadn't been doing particularly well. I guess you could say I was still in a slump. A horrible, tiresome, angry, sadness-filled slump.

"I'm fine."

She pursed her lips, looking like she wanted to argue, but thankfully, she didn't. I was glad – the last thing I wanted was to prove that I was okay when, really, all I wanted to do was curl in a ball and suffocate under my duvet.

"I'm sorry," she said, resting her hand on mine. "If it's any consolation, I think Wanda made a huge mistake."

"Ah, so she told you," I said with a nod of realisation. I hadn't told Natasha the specifics of why we broke up, but clearly Wanda did. I guess it made sense – they were teammates. If anything, I was surprised Natasha still wanted to speak to me, instead expecting her to side with her friend.

"She did," Natasha answered. "And I think she's an idiot, but that's not my business. I just came here to make sure you were okay."

"Really? I thought you wanted to show me the memes," I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood with a small smile.

She chuckled, slapping my hand gently. "That, too... but seriously."

My smile faded as I looked down, my finger playing with my trousers distractedly. "I'm not okay, but I'll get there." I began to glare at my trousers, my anger for the witch returning. "I have to be. Because she doesn't want me anymore... fuck her."

"I'd rather not," Natasha mumbled.

Though my anger was present, making me tense like it had been the last few weeks, I couldn't help but smile at Natasha's words. Then laughter bubbled from my lips and for the first time since Wanda left, I felt momentarily happy.

"I'm glad we can still be friends," Natasha said, making me look to her with a smile. "I know that you and Wanda are over now... but I still like hanging out with you."

"Me, too," I said in agreement. "Thanks for coming to check in. You didn't have to."

"Yeah, I did." She nodded before offering me a small, encouraging smile. "You're gonna be okay, y'know."

I wanted to believe her, but despite how pissed I was at Wanda, I still loved her. And I couldn't imagine stopping, though I knew I'd have to if I was to make it through this.

—

Getting over Wanda was a difficult process. Everything I felt was a mixture of resentment, exhaustion and misery because I missed her. I missed being able to call her when I saw somebody do something stupid in public; I missed kissing her when I hadn't seen her in a long time; I missed hearing her adorable accent first thing when I woke up after she spent the night; I missed her.

Two months followed the breakup and the only time I'd see her was when she'd dodge Anna's apartment upon knowing I was going to take care of her. I guess I was glad in that sense, as it meant I wouldn't have to deal with her awkwardly. But it also made me feel like shit because it meant she didn't care about me at all. Clearly our breakup wasn't affecting her like it did with me.

And it was definitely affecting me.

I was scrolling through Instagram one day when I saw a particular post on my feed from Natasha's account. Yeah, one of the Avengers had a private Instagram account. She gave me her username when she saw me on it one day and I remember being so confused to how she had it.

"I'm an Avenger, not a hermit," was her response, and from that day onwards, we followed each other.

So, I saw a post on her Instagram and it was some goofy photo of her, Tony, Bruce and Wanda. They were posing with exaggerated smiles as Natasha grinned up front; the caption said something about working long days, but I wasn't paying much attention as, naturally, my gaze fell to Wanda.

Just like everyone else, she had a playful, exaggerated smile on her lips like nothing kept her down, but what stood out was the sling around her arm and the cast underneath. It must have happened in a mission or something and it wasn't my business, but I couldn't help but worry. Was she okay? Was she looking after herself? I wanted to text Natasha and ask, but I stopped myself.

She'd broken up with me for this very reason. I wasn't agreeing with it, but for a second, I did see why she'd made her point. It still wasn't fair though. She didn't get to make that choice for me.

We weren't together anymore, I reminded myself. She broke up with me. It had been two months and I needed to let go. If she didn't care about me, why should I waste my time and energy caring about her?

Not letting it get to me anymore, I simply liked the post before continuing my scrolling. Though I knew that deep down, her face was imprinted in my mind and I still worried for her well-being.

—

The fourth month following our breakup was when I properly saw Wanda again, excluding the times she would duck out of Anna's apartment upon my arrival to care for her. It was also the first time since the breakup that Wanda made the effort to speak to me.

I was sat eating dinner on my day off when I got a call from the hospital nearby, interrupting my meal. The nurse was explaining how Anna had fallen over and hurt her back and was now in a hospital room. She was calling me because she thought I'd like to know since I was her registered nurse and carer. I was glad to get the call, immediately pulling my shoes and coat on and rushing over there to make sure she was okay. She didn't have anyone else apart from Wanda and I – it was no question I had to go.

Though, of course, I didn't really think about the fact that Wanda may be there until I saw her there. I also didn't consider the fact that I was wearing my pyjamas when I stepped in the lift and headed to Anna's floor. Too late now.

After asking the receptionist where Anna's room was, I found Wanda hanging around it outside the door. With only Anna on my mind, I approached her and tried to hide my panic. She spotted me instantly, stopping her pacing and looking to me with tired eyes and a frown on her face.

I didn't care that she looked worried, nor that she was holding up well since we last spoke in anger. I didn't care that she'd dyed her hair a reddish-brown colour, nor that she managed to pull off both that and the whole 'loungewear' look in a place surrounded by blinding white and blue. I didn't care that my heart ached when her green eyes found mine, nor that I missed seeing her so close and not in my dreams for once. I didn't care about any of it. Or, at least, I tried to tell myself that.

"What happened?" I cut straight to the point, stopping in front of her. "Is Anna okay?"

Wanda nodded instantly. "She's fine. She tripped over her dining room chair and hurt her back. The doctors just checked her out and said it's nothing too serious, but she won't be able to walk for a while."

I pressed my lips together, feeling the panic wear off at the sound of good news. Anna had always been more than just a patient to me and the last thing I wanted was to hear she'd hurt herself badly.

"Can I see her?" I asked Wanda, quirking a brow.

"Yeah, of course," Wanda said, before looking away awkwardly. "I was just waiting out here for you. The nurse said you were coming."

I chose to say nothing as I walked past her and into Anna's room, seeing the older woman laying on a hospital bed and staring at the ceiling. When she noticed my presence, she smiled at me and motioned for me to join her side.

"It's so good to see you, milaya (sweetie)," she said happily, as I stopped by her side, "but you didn't have to come! I'm not dying."

I heard Wanda enter the room behind me, but she took a seat on the chairs opposite the bed. Ignoring her, I smiled down at Anna and grabbed her hand.

"Don't say that," I told her gently. "Of course I'm here. You're my number one priority. I had to make sure you were okay!"

Anna waved her hand in typical Anna fashion. "I've suffered worse. I'm absolutely fine."

I knew it was best not to question her, so I didn't.

"I'm glad you're both here," she said, looking between Wanda and I, making me swallow awkwardly.

Since breaking up, I hadn't mentioned it to Anna, but she wasn't stupid and she'd clearly noticed that we weren't spending time together anymore. I didn't know if Wanda had told her, but if she had, Anna never mentioned anything. Like now, she simply looked between us both with a grateful smile, unaware of how awkward we felt.

Thankfully, the awkward silence was interrupted when a doctor walked in the room. After introducing herself, I asked if I could speak to her outside about Anna and she happily obliged. She told me about Anna's condition and how it would affect the way I cared for her, especially regarding her new medication, and I asked anything and everything to make sure she was truly okay. After being reassured that she was, I thanked the doctor and returned to Anna's room, only to find Wanda and Anna in a heated a argument.

I couldn't tell what had got them so fussy as they were bickering in Russian, sentences too fast for me to comprehend with my limited knowledge of the language. It got to a point where Anna began slapping Wanda on the arm, looking angrier than ever, so I stepped between them and pulled Wanda away.

"What the hell is going on here?" I interrupted, holding Anna's slapping hand down to the bed and raising a hand to keep Wanda at bay. I looked between them, seeing the frustration in both their expressions, and asked questioningly, "Well?"

Wanda said nothing, eyes avoiding mine as usual, so I looked down to Anna who was glancing between us before spouting off into another ramble in Russian, trying to grab Wanda so she could yell at her directly. To my annoyance, Wanda tried to push past me, yelling back, and I was unfortunately caught in the middle as I attempted to keep them from ripping each other's throats out.

Thankfully, their bickering came to a halt when an unknown voice called into the room: "What is going on in here?"

I looked to the door, following the mystery voice, and saw a young woman, maybe in her thirties, standing in the doorway and looking between the three of us with confusion. I had no idea who she was, though she seemed familiar. Judging from the confusion Wanda had, she didn't seem to know either.

"Sasha," Anna breathed out with surprise, and then I realised. That was Anna's granddaughter. "What are you doing here?"

[jishyucks]

It's the Thought that Counts ‣ njm

‣ genre: implied f2l, fluff, pining, female reader

‣ wc: 1.3k

‣ summary: In which you're Jaemin's plus-one to a wedding and questions start to run through your head rent-free

‣ an: (pretend Jaemin and Jaehyun are cousins in this)–idk if this is cute, but it was cute to me (◕‿◕), it's lowkey cliche but who doesn't like cliches... anyways, gonna start writing 'shorter' scenarios so I can post more frequently, enjoy!!

There was no denying that you’d rather be at home binge-watching a kdrama right now instead of attending a wedding. But because Jaemin had asked you to be his plus one ever so cutely, you couldn’t help but give in to his pleas before he could even begin his nearly endless tangent about why attending weddings was somehow significant to other events in life.

You had nothing against weddings, in fact, you’ve watched the Crazy Rich Asians scene so many times you can’t even count every single time you did, but it was the formality that made you not want to go. Though it was understandable why it was a formal occasion, you wished you didn’t have to care so much about what you wore just to go. Yet here you were, sitting in the passenger’s seat of Jaemin’s car all glammed up to go to his cousin, Jaehyun’s, wedding

“The guys are going, too, so not everyone will be complete strangers,” Jaemin mentioned, “I wanna see your reaction to them in suits and ties.” He turns into a parking lot in front of a venue that was completely packed. You could see other guests making their way into the building, smiles plastered effortlessly on their faces. You figured that this wouldn’t be that bad, especially because of how joyful the occasion was.

Jaemin pulls into a free parking spot, double-checking his reflection in the mirror, “Why didn’t you tell me my hair is all weird?”

You shrugged, “I didn’t think it looked bad.” And it was true, Jaemin looked good no matter how he was styled, but you swore to yourself you were not going to admit that out loud. Especially not to Jaemin.

You hear him huff before reaching up to fix tufts of his hair to look neater. He pats it down before nodding in satisfaction and turning to you, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, especially since it took you long enough to fix your hair,” you joked. Pulling the car door handle, it pops open, allowing you to slip out easily. Jaemin follows in pursuit, dusting off his suit as he stands up.

“Ya! Na Jaemin!” You look around almost instantly, trying to pick out who called your best friend from the fairly large crowd of people. After a short while of searching, you finally identify them. Among those entering the wedding’s venue, you find the one and only Lee Jeno waving his arms shamelessly to catch yours and Jaemin’s attention, “Over here! Jaemin! Y/N!

You smiled and waved back, trying not to laugh obnoxiously at how ridiculous Jeno looked. As you and Jaemin begin making your way to him, you could see Mark and Chenle join Jeno at the curb, waving along.

“You guys look handsome as always,” you compliment, wondering why Jaemin wanted to see your reaction as if you’d be laughing your ass off at the sight of boys in suits.

Mark beams, “You look beautiful, as always.”

You miss Jaemin throwing a look at Mark before turning to you, “Hey, you didn’t say that to me…” You turned to find Jaemin looking back at you with a pout and a puzzled set of eyebrows, “Don’t I look good?”

You feel your heartbeat quicken in pace at your friend’s wish for a compliment, “Only a little.” A lie. He looked the most attractive out of basically everyone present, but you knew that if you did end up telling him that he looked handsome as hell, it was you who was gonna be losing your shit and not Jaemin. Jaemin would use this opportunity to tease you, and any boosted attention from Jaemin was basically someone asking to be punched in the gut (and hard).

Ignoring the stank glare Jaemin gave you for your reply, you turn back to Mark, Jeno, and Jeno, “Anyways… Where are the others?"

“Inside getting seats,” Chenle replied, “I guess we should go in and join them.” The rest nodded, all turning towards the building and following the other guests through the many entrances. You stuck by Jaemin’s side, who had suddenly gone quiet at the sight of all of his relatives and family friends

“Jaeminie! Is that you?” Out of nowhere, an older boy approaches your small group on the way to the main ceremony area. Jaemin motions for you all to go ahead of him, “Wait! Who’s this? Your girlfriend?” Before you could leave Jaemin’s side to follow the other three, the curious look Jaemin’s relatives had been giving you stopped you in your tracks. He was talking about you.

Jaemin abruptly chokes on air, brows raising in a slight panic. His attention shoots towards you, eyes wide at the assumption, “Oh! Nononono, this is my–uh–really good friend, Y/N!” He laughs awkwardly and turns back to his relative. Did you notice the way his ears turned red?

You would be lying if you said that that hurt a bit, but it was true. You nodded, “Nice to meet you!”

“Y/N this is my cousin, Youngbin,” Jaemin introduces, “Well, Youngbin, nice talking to you, but we really need to get to our seats before they’re gone.”

“No problem,” he smiles, “My mom’s holding my seat, I just had to go find something.” Jaemin nods before maneuvering you towards the actual ceremony area, leaving Youngbin without hesitation.

“I’m sorry about that,” he mumbles, “He’s always been really blunt and stuff.” You two spot the others sitting closer to the front but still in the middle seats.

“It’s okay, Jae,” you say, “It happens.”

Jaemin could only respond with a smile before you both were settled in a spot together between Donghyuck and Jisung.

“You two look cute~” Donghyuck whispers into Jaemin’s ear. There was a hint of a joking tone lining his words, yet Jaemin could sense he was serious.

“Hyuck, shut up,” he whispers back, poking his thigh, “My cousin already mistook her as my girlfriend and she looked offended.” The guests were quickly getting settled, meaning that the ceremony was about to begin.

“You do look like a couple, though, not gonna lie,” Donghyuck shrugs and shifts away into Mark’s side before Jaemin could even attempt subtly poking at him again.

“Yeah, whatever,” Jaemin mumbles. I wish.

The ceremony soon begins, shutting up any ongoing. conversation within the room. Everything went as planned. It was just like they were in movies or shows or books. The groom’s reaction to the bride’s entrance was your favourite part; the reactions of the guests to the bride was a beautiful experience too.

Throughout the entire ceremony, you couldn’t help picture how your wedding would be like or how you would want it. Yes, it was somewhat selfish thinking about yourself during the joyous occasion of another, but there was no stopping your active mind, especially since you were currently attending a wedding.

Would it be better for there to be many guests or only limited to close family and friends? What about the colours? A theme? Which of your friends would you choose as the maid of honour? Where would want it to be?

You let your thoughts run free while miraculously still paying attention to the emotional ceremony. At one point during the vows, you felt a tear threaten to fall, but you sucked it back in.

If someone had been able to read your mind, they were probably drowning in countless of your questions to yourself. It was then the final question had somehow overshadowed the previous ones.

At that moment, the minister spoke with his chest, “You may now kiss the bride!

Watching the two newlyweds lean kiss, you feel yourself unconsciously turn your head up to look at Jaemin, who had been completely stuff throughout the wedding.

Who would your groom be?

As the guests all begin to clap for the couple at the front of the room, your eyes settle on Jaemin, heartbeat skyrocketing.

Jaemin was already looking back at you. And little did you know, he was asking himself who his bride would be.

[lost-walmartbag]

Marjorine x reader pt 3

Playlist: Like the sun

Warning: swearing

Background: You start your rejection therapy.

Status: Ongoing

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It'd been a while since you and Marjorine made your arrangement. And while you had taught Marjorine a lot more about sewing and Marjorine had tried her best to teach you to be more social, you still hadn't made many friends. Marjorine would come over and you'd teach them how to sew while they teach you how to be more comfortable around people.

"So then you pin this part." You mutter pinning the back of the skirt you made on your mannequin.

"Can you still cut the length after this?" Marjorine asked looking at the skirt closely.

"Yeah, but you need to make sure the threads don't get all weird at the bottom." You say looking over at them.

Your phone went off and you sigh putting down your measuring tape, pins, and scissors. This is how you two managed how to handle the time you had with each other. You would have an hour of teaching Marjorine before school and then after the hour Marjorine had all school day to teach you. You grab your bag and head out with Marjorine.

"Ok, now it's my turn," They said grabbing her bag and following you. "Ok, so I thought about a new game we could do."

"Will it make me want to kill myself?" You ask sarcastically as you walk outside.

"Hey, you're using sarcasm," They said with a smile. "But I hope not? Anyway, we're gonna start your rejection therapy."

"Rejection therapy?" You ask confused.

"You're not gonna like this but you have to get really uncomfortable around strangers." They said nervously making you shake your head.

"Nope no not doing it." You say as you walk faster.

"Come on Y/N you need to. You won't get comfortable if you don't get uncomfortable." They said catching up with you.

"Come on Leo that's too much. It's bad enough you started making me order our food when we go out. Now you're gonna make me look like an idiot." You said with a frown.

"We'll start off slow I promise." They said taking your hand as you approached the school. "Come on trust me."

You look at them and sigh. "Fine but only if I can use you as my mannequin."

"Deal." They said with a smile as you two walked into school. "Now your first task is simple. Go up to Jimmy to ask him to tell you a joke."

"Do I really have to?" You asked looking up at them.

"You made a deal." They said letting go of your hand and pushing you towards Jimmy who was taking a book out of his locker.

You took a deep breath and stood next to Jimmy's locker. You knew who Jimmy was, he was like the most popular person in school just from how nice he was but you'd never spoken to him.

"H-hey Jimmy." You say catching his attention to which he closed his locker and looked over to you with a smile.

"H-hey w-w-what can I d-do for y-you?" He asked

You hesitate for a second but try your best to calm down. "C-can you tell me a j-joke?"

Your face turns bright red and you close your eyes tightly waiting for him to say no, but Jimmy's smile grows wider. "O-of c-course!"

You look up at him and see he was more than excited to fulfill your request. You nod and stand up straight.

"D-did you h-hear that the e-e-economy is s-so bad a p-picture is not only w-worth 200 words," Jimmy said and then smiled seeming to pause for your laughter.

You look at him for a second and then burst into giggles which seemed to please Jimmy.

"W-wow what a great audience." He said making you only laugh harder.

Once you finally composed yourself you look up at him with a smile. "Thanks, Jimmy. I'll see you around." You say seemingly more confident and turn back to Marjorine.

"See wasn't so bad." They said with a smile.

"Ok yeah maybe you do have some good ideas." You said playfully punching their shoulder causing them to laugh.

As you two walked to class a group of boys walked up to you both interrupting the conversation you were in the middle of. You recognized a few of them. You knew Cartman as a wrestler that was actually good at what he did but was mostly known as an asshole. You knew Kyle from the class he had with you and Marjorine. But you didn't know the tall blonde and the guy with black hair next to them.

"Oh hey, fellas," Marjorine said with a smile.

It was clear they all knew each other which made you a bit nervous because you hadn't spoken to the guys before. You move closer to Marjoine gently reaching for their hand for comfort which they gladly give you.

"Hey, Butters do you have the answers for geometry?" The black-haired boy asked.

"Oh I don't I'm sorry, but.." They started and then looked over at you making you blush and shake quietly pleading with your eyes for them not to do what they were about to do. They of course ignored you. "Y/N does."

You shut your eyes tightly and cringe when the words left their mouth. The guys then turn their attention to you.

"Do you mind if we see them you'd be a lifesaver?" The blond said stepping closer to you causing you to take a step back slightly hiding behind Marjorine now.

"Woah is she ok?" Cartman said with a laugh making you even more embarrassed.

"Hey, it's ok," Marjoine whispered to you with a smile. "Think of it as your second task."

You nod and take a deep breath. You slowly reach into your bag and hand them your homework which they all pass around to take pictures of the paper.

"How did you even figure this out? It's so fucking confusing." Kyle muttered examining the paper which was ripped out of his hands by Cartman.

"I-it's not that hard honestly the teacher just doesn't know how to explain it well. Honestly, I just look up the lesson on youtube and watch videos on it in class and ignore the teacher." You say stepping out from behind Marjorine looking up at Kyle. "Look let me see the paper real quick."

The blond boy took the paper from Cartman's hands and handed it to you. The boys surrounded you as you casually explained how to solve the problems. The blond boy wrapped his arm around your shoulder which you hadn't even noticed as you were too into explaining.

"Wow, it actually doesn't look that hard." The black-haired boy said.

"Yeah, Butters your girlfriend is pretty smart." Cartman teased making you blush.

Marjorine blushed and took your hand pulling you away from the boys. "We're just friends." They muttered.

"Oh yeah?" The blond boy said with a smirk looking down at you.

"W-we should go, class, is bout to start," Marjorine said taking dragging you to class with them.

You gladly followed but when you looked back the boys were staring at you two and the blond boy still had a smirk on his face as he waved. You turned back to Marjorine and blushed harder.

Once you two walked into class and took your seats you looked over at Marjoine and saw they were still blushing. You scooted a bit closer and put your hand on their forehead.

"You ok?" You asked quietly.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean for them to think we were a couple." They muttered avoiding eye contact with you. "I understand if you want to stop being friends."

"Leo." You say touching their cheek for them to face you. "It's ok. I don't mind. I don't want to stop being with you like this."

They blushed and nodded. You smiled and sat down in your seat normally leaving Leo there a blushing mess. You put your head in your hand becoming a blushing mess of your own. Was it really that bad that people thought you were a couple? Should it bother you? Why does it kind of make you happy?

A/N: I know I'm sorry for barely posting 😭 idk what's wrong with me but guys I can barely stay awake anymore. MB im trying my best to stay awake to write these so hopefully i can upload kenny pt 4 tomorrow but i make no promises. Anyway love you all so so so so so much thank you for reading. 🩷

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Haikyuu HeadCannons

I decided to do some Haikyuu headcannons w Tsukishima, Kenma, and Ushijima w and flirty friend who becomes an S/O bc I'm bored in the house.

Tsukishima

🎧First he couldn't stand you, being that you reminded him so much of Hinata.

🎧You were so persistent with him though.

🎧You always joked and flirted with him when you could bring you sat right next to him in class.

🎧After awhile, he kinda got used to you always flirting with him and giving him dumb nicknames.

🎧 "Hey tsuki-bean!" "Wassup headphones" "Blindy-Blode Boy wassup!"

🎧 "you're such a pain in my ass, y/n"

🎧 "Come on Tsuki, you know you love me"

🎧 He always thought he couldn't stand you but it wasn't until you were absent from school for about a week from the flu.

🎧 He actually ended up texting you. Even though he cursed at himself for three days before for even having the idea.

🎧 "Why weren’t you at school all week?"

🎧 "Awww Tsuki, you miss me don't you ?? !! And I had the flu "

🎧 "No I don't." He lied. He missed talking to you and to be honest, you always gave him a confidence boost and even though he’d never admit it, he had a crush on you..

🎧 "Awww you're so cute when you lie, headphones"

🎧Being it was a weekend you pressed the ft button and were surprised when he picked up the phone.

🎧 You were welcomed with the blond and his large headphones on his ears.

🎧 "What could you possibly want?"

🎧 “I was bored and haven’t talked to you all week cutie.” You said with a wink. “I’m gonna be going back Monday but if you want to take me on a date tomorrow I wouldn’t mind.” 

🎧 There was an ongoing joke how Tsuki would be your first date since you’ve never been on a date before even with your flirty personality. 

🎧 “Okay.” The blonde said as he wrote in a notebook, which you assumed was homework. 

🎧 You were really shocked and now a blushing mess, making you lean out of view from the camera. Anytime you asked him to take you on a date, he’d scoff at you or tell you to fuck off. 

🎧 “Cat got your tongue?” He asked, only glancing at your missing figure.

🎧 This is how it all started. One little date and now the two of you were inseparable.  

🎧 You always teased and picked with each other. You two usually had lunch together with Yamaguchi joining you. People always messed with y’all cause they thought you two were always dating, it only got worse when word got out you were official.

🎧 Being you were Tsuki’s partner, you’d go to his games and always meet him after practice which meant you got to meet the entire vbc

🎧They were all really nice and you couldn’t stop yourself at how much they teased him at first. 

Kenma

🎮 Kenma actually met you through Kuroo.

🎮 You loved to give Kenma hugs when you saw him. He was just so cute and sweet.

🎮He was kinda use to your bubbly personality being Kuroo was his best friend.

🎮One day the three of you were watching a movie and you decided to place your head on Kenma’s shoulder and your feet on Kuroo’s lap.

🎮Kenma was really flustered at first but calmed down after awhile of playing his game.

🎮 “It’s supposed to be movie night Kenny. Not game boy and movie night” You whined as his bright screen was slightly bothering your eyes.

🎮 “O-okay. Is it the light that’s bothering you?” He asked softly as he got to a saving point in his game.

🎮 You nodded and hummed a yes. He turned off his game and started watching the movie with y’all.

🎮Your Hands mindlessly started playing with your hair before you smirked and played in Kenma’s hair.

🎮 “You don’t mind do you?” you asked as you continued anyways.

🎮 “No, it’s kinda soothing.” He whispered because he didn’t want Kuroo to try and tease him.

🎮 This became a more coming thing of you just always being next to him and joking around with Kuroo.

🎮 One time you went to a practice match and as silly as you looked, you sat their cheering as you had a number one and a number five on each side of your cheeks. A lot of the other teams were actually jealous bc they didn’t have a friend that cheered them on.

🎮 After the match, the three of you went hang out at Kuroo’s place

🎮 Your head was laying on Kenma’s lap, while you watched the two boys play some game.

🎮 You hadn’t realized you fell asleep until you had felt the warmth of a blanket on top of you that woke you.

🎮 you started to get up when you realized you were cuddled up to Kenma who moved to lay on the side of you without you waking.

🎮 “You seemed cold so I got us a blanket. You also whined every time I got up so I decided to say with you” Kenma said softly, looking into your soft eyes.

🎮 Normally you’d be the one to make a move like that so you were blushing softly

🎮 “Kuroo called your mom and she said it was okay that you stayed here for the night” “Also, he’s in his room bc he said he was going to sleep”

🎮 You could just barley see his face in the glow of his phone light but you could see his soft lips.

🎮You grabbed his phone and moved it before placing your lips on his.

🎮Once y’all made it official, you never heard the end of it from the team. A lot of them were mad Kenma got a s/o before them.

🎮The relationship is as it seemed it’d be. Lot of cuddles. Lots of video games and staying up late. Lost of forehead kisses from him.

🎮 Kenma isn’t all that affectionate but he loves hugging you and just being around you all the time.

Ushijima

🏐The two of you first met at volleyball game on accident. You ran into him after joking around with you team about how your girl team could destroy the boys team.

🏐 You knew who Ushijima was being you went to Shiratorizawa and his fame from being a strong ace, wing spiker, and captain.

🏐 “Oh my bad big guy” you say with a smirk. “Y/n! Don’t be rude!” One of your teammates said. “Pft, I could take him down or he could take me out if you know what I mean.” You joked with a wink.

🏐 “Your self confidence is so high for someone who can’t achieve a simple thing like walking.”

🏐 “Aw come on, I was only joking”

🏐 Then a very familiar red head showed up with a big smile. “Y/NNN!” You and Tendou were actually really good friends.

🏐 “Is Ushijima being mean?” You shook your head as you hugged Tendou.

🏐 After that, you started hanging around Toshi a lot. You even practiced with him and Tendou here and there.

🏐 You loved messing around with Ushijima. You’d always write a note on a sticky note and leave it on his juice pouch or in his bag w the help of Tendou.

🏐 It was always something dumb like “Are you a volleyball? Because I dig you” or “If I was a volleyball, I’d let you hit me.” Or “ Unlike volleyball you can double touch me”

🏐Some actually made him blush, especially the last one.

🏐Tendou always shipped y’all and said we’d make a perfect manga couple which went right over Ushijima’s head.

🏐Even the rest of his team and a school started to notice you getting close to Ushijima. A lot of girls were kinda mad at you being he would talk to you more than most.

🏐You would always find him and eat lunch with him. You’d make jokes and try to feed him but he always just pushed your hand away.

🏐That was until one day he kinda just opened his mouth when you had a grape on a toothpick shoved in his face. You’d notice recently he’s been more tolerable of you

🏐 “Wow Toshi, you’re actually entertaining me!” You joked as you slapped his arm softly after you fed him the grape.

🏐He started getting used to you the same way as he did with Tendou. You became a part of his routine now. He actually smiled around you and had conversation with you. Mainly over text tho

🏐When you didn’t go to his games with him because of your own vbc practice, he was more quiet than usual. This definitely didn’t go unnoticed by the team

🏐 When you did have practice, he’d walk home with you afterwards. You were the one to normally go meet him after you practice was done but recently he’s been meeting you at the girls gym.

🏐 The two of you were walking home one day and he noticed your shoe came untied so he simply stopped you and bent down to tie your shoe.

🏐 It was such a small gesture but it made you get all giddy and made you blush brightly.

🏐Once you two where at your house and he was about you say goodbye, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a quick kiss.

🏐He pulled away blushing softly and just as you were about to start apologizing he softly said, “I like you and I want to date you.”

🏐After that, the school was wild(especially the girls) being that Ushijima was now off the dating board.

🏐Dating him was pretty nice. He was the calmness in your life so you were never competing with someone to be funny or outgoing.

🏐You could make a small joke and he’d smile at you then give you a soft kiss. Most think he wouldn’t do PDA but he would I find. Just because he loves you and doesn’t care about what other people think.

A/N:

Hey, I really hoped y’all liked this hc!! Also reminder, request are open!! Look at my rules first please and don’t be shy!

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Evanstan ficlet

Prompt – "Your wish is my command"

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan

Word Count : 2.5 k

Warning: None. Maybe a bit of fluff

Summary: He was excited for the date. Very much so. But unexpected arrival of a girl at Chris' house changed their plans a little bit.

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With his shoes shining extra bright, having fixed his tie & handkerchief in the coat pocket for probably the hundredth time, Sebastian comes out of the black Audi he parked in the corner spot. It's far enough from the mahogany door for hiding, but also close enough so that he can keep an eye on the place. There's still no movement though, so maybe he is still getting ready.

It’s his third date with Chris and Seb is bubbling with excitement and nerves. Yes, the previous two have gone great and he loved walking through the parks and exploring bookstores with the guy. But it still felt like two friends hanging out together rather than two potential boyfriends. So seb decided to take matters in his own hand and give tonight a more romantic cut. This is probably the first actual, proper ‘date’ they are going to have. They'll talk about each other all night and flirt from across the table, have eachother's complete an undivided attention. Reservation made at one of the finest and fanciest hotels in the city, where he plans to wine and dine Chris Evans and charm the fuck out of him. 

He really needs tonight to go just right. Exactly the way it is planned. Wants to make a good impression. Not that Chris doesn’t know him already. But Sebastian wants to come off as the good Boyfriend material instead of being the shy kid in a grown man's body who is still secretive and giggly around his crushes like he's some teenager. He was stuck in the friendzone spot for so long, it's sometimes still hard to believe he has escaped it. They have been working at the same firm for years now. But it was just last week when Seb gathered the courage to ask out the man of his dreams on a date. But more important (and still very shocking) is the fact that Chris indulged him and reciprocated the feelings instead of laughing them off. They’ve decided to take it slow and just see where it goes at the moment. ( Sebastian might have already dreamed of their wedding, pets and future babies though. He has been doing that for a couple of years. Not in a creepy way. He is just the hopeless romantic, thinks of himself as a rom-com lead sort of a person) But tonight he plans to be the best of the best. Create a whole James Bond vibe and make all that extra effort it takes to win over someone as special as Chris. He is dressed in his finest Italian suit and had his hair quaffed perfectly, wearing the best cologne and is present on the doorstep at sharp seven thirty, like he said he would be. Punctual. A good start to being a good date. He rings the doorbell and pulls out his most charming smile, for Chris. Only when the door opens, instead of the familiar handsome bearded face and stormy blue eyes, the visual of an empty drawing room greets him. He turns his head to both sides. Nope. No one. What kind of sorcery is this? Who opened the door, if he can’t see any human in front of him right now?

"Psst. Tsk tsk. Here."

A small, sweet voice reaches his ears. He looks down and finds the source behind that. It’s a little girl. Probably 4 or 5 years old. She has blonde hair and chubby cheeks, barely reaching up to his waist even though she is standing on a platform higher above him. Has a curious look on her face and is analyzing him from head to toe. He instantly smiles after looking at her. Tiny angel dressed in a onesie that has cartoons scribbled all over it. Two seconds in and she is already melting his heart. Damn you baby fever.

“And who might you be?”,He asks leaning down to reach closer to her height.

“I am Stella. Don't tell me who you are. I already know. You're the date guy. Where are your flowers?”, the little lady asks him, tone too judgemental for a five-year-old but adorable nonetheless.

“My flowers?”, He is a bit confused right now.

“Yeah. Flowers. When you go on a date, you are supposed to bring them”, she tells him impatiently and gives a disapproving look, like she’s the adult and he is the kid in this scenario.

“Yeah, Sebastian. Don’t you know simple date manners? Where are your flowers?”, Seb finally hears the voice his ears had been craving for. Chris just came to the door too. Wearing a crisp white button up and dress pants. Tie undone and hair a little messed up, indicating he had been running his hands through them frequently. The kind of thing people do when they are nervous. Chris doesn't show any other signs of distress though, has a playful tone and glint in his eyes, clearly stating that he’ going along with the joke and self imposing in the ongoing conversation.

“Sorry. The vendor was a mean guy. Didn’t give me any. And how many dates have you been on to know all this stuff?”, Seb asks the girl after shooting  Chris a full smile.

“Five”, Stella replies promptly.

“Five? Wow, sounds serious. Who’s the lucky guy?”, Sebastian can’t help but talk more to the little munchkin. She sems fearless and very confident. Unafraid of talking to strangers and making conversations, a quality Seb wishes he had in himself.

“His name is Ethan and he’s boy. Not a guy. But he does remember  to bring me flowers every time”, She tells him with her chin held high.

“Well, maybe we can have a double date next time”, he replies while giggling at the cuteness and she just shrugs like ‘it’s no big deal’.

“Stel, why don’t you go inside and keep and eye on dodger while I talk to Mr. Stan over here”, Chris pats her shoulders and Stella just nods and runs off back in the house.

“Mr. Stan? Really? I love it when you are formal Evans, but I’d prefer to be called Sebastian for the rest of the night. We are not in the office now, remember?”, he asks sheepishly.

“You gotta teach the kids good manners, right? Can’t have them all turning up as uncultured swans like you”, Chris was always that guy in the room who makes sweet jokes and tries to put every one a ease. Another reason why Sebastian loved the guy. Handsome, kind, compassionate, and witty. He truly is the whole package.

“Between the two of us right now, who is dressed more properly and has his tie done in a Windsor knot?Stop making excuses. She clearly has more sass than both of us combined. So if I were you, I’d stop worrying about teaching little grandma manners and start thinking about the wrinkles on that shirt”, Sebastian was never the one to shy away from fun banter either.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. That’s all you wanna say though? No further questions?”

“Oh, I was gonna ask if you forgot to tell me something but you clearly don’t let your guests speak without badgering them about having manners”.

Chris gives him an apologetic sort of smile and says, “I am so sorry Seb, I did try to call you but when you didn’t pick up I figured you were probably driving and on your way here anyway, so...”

“A good answer, but not one for the question I was gonna ask”

“Oh, you mean you were gonna ask me about our daughter?’, Sebastian gives him a dry chuckle. “See that’s funny because you and I never slept together”, Chris explains further, thinking he’s being hilarious right now and Seb has to prick that bubble.

“I don’t find it funny by the least, Chris. And by ‘it’, I mean the fact that we never slept together. Also please tell me you know that even if we did, it is biologically impossible for us to have a kid together”, Seb gives him an incredulous look and that makes Chris laugh out louder than before.

“Oh, pardon me. I am an investment banker, life sciences were never really my strongest subjects”, he apologizes, with a hand on his heart.

“It’s actually more of a common sense thing and honestly you are right now making me reconsider the decision of asking you out for this date.”

“That’s probably a good thing, because we are gonna have to reschedule the date anyway. Stella is my niece, Seb. My sister just dropped her off, couldn’t find a baby sitter at the last moment. So here I am. Stuck in between being the best brother and the most favored uncle at the moment. Ditching a hot guy and a fancy date to take care of a sassy 5 year old. Good Times”, Chris lets out a self depreciating laugh, still looks really apologetic and genuinely sorry which makes Seb’s heart sink even deeper than it already has after hearing the date he was so excited about is getting a rain check. He musters up a smile though.

“It is okay, Chris. Really. I understand”, he tries very hard to sound normal and not let any disappointment he is feeling pour into his voice.

“It’s not though. We decided this together and now I am just bailing on you at the last moment. Cancelling plans on such a short notice. Even though I know how much you planned for tonight and the reservation will probably get wasted. I’ll pay for it if yo-“,Chris starts with another round of apologies and Sebastian already knows the guy wouldn’t stop rambling unless he’s cut off.

“Chris. Chris, stop. It’s no big deal. The Plaza is way too overrated anyway. I guess we can have more fun by ordering a pizza and watching care-bears while waiting for it”, Sebastian suggests. Still a little hopeful that he’ll get to spend the evening with Chris anyway. Doesn’t matter if it’s at a fancy hotel or on a couch at his home. All he wants is to be close to this man.

“You..you wanna come in and spend time with us?”, Chris’ eyes are wide with surprise. He  was clearly not expecting the situation to take this turn. Sebastian instantly feels like an asshole for trying to decide everything on his own.

“I didn’t mean to sound so presumptious, but yeah...I’d like to do that. If you’ll have me?”, he asks for permissson and is half expecting for the door to slam in his face.

“Of course we’ll have you, Seb. It’s always pleasure. Come on in”, Chris moves back, inviting him inside the beautiful place and Sebastian happily accpets the offer.

“Good for you. Because if you had just refused, I was totally planning on setting a camp right in front of your door step to make you feel horribly guilty”, he says while taking off the coat and hanging it up on the rack. He is delighted to hear the sound of Chris’s laugh at his recycled, not-so-funny jab. The date might not have gone where he wanted it to, but it’s definitely going somewhere. And for now, that's good enough.

“Oh and Seb, Care bears is so 1985. Kids these days don’t really watch that y’know?”

“Well I thought CNBC and the stock market channels would be a bit much for her”

“Don’t worry. She knows exactly what she wants. A Disney fan.”

“So I see, she takes after her uncle. Please tell me it’s not Frozen though."

“No, tonight's reserved for Tangled.”

"Hmmm. A bit better. I can deal with that. She has a good choice."

“Takes after her uncle in that regard as well”, Chris winks at him before turning to go into the kitchen and Sebastian’s heart is doing backflips at that simple action.

***

They spend the rest of their night watching and singing along with the animated characters. Building pillow forts, telling Dodger to fetch the colourful balls and mimicking sesame street voices. It’s the best date Sebastian has ever had, even if it was hijacked by a kindergartener and a furball. At the dinner table, Stella tells Chris she wants to sit next to ‘Bastian’ and asks him to cut her pizza into little bites for her. Seb tries so hard to hide the tears that well up in his eyes, though he is sure, Chris caught a glimpse of them. Because right after feeling too emotional, he had gotten a squeeze at his thigh and Chris interwined  their fingers together, skin warm and cheeks flushed red. This looks and feels so much like the future Sebastian had been planning for them. He can’t tell if he manifested that by imagining it hard enough or is fate just being extra nice and kind to him since last week. Either way, he hopes this doesn’t change.

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Finally it’s after 10:30 and Chris reminds Stella it’s way past her bedtime, she shouldn't take advantage of him just because he caves in everytime she pouts. He takes her to the upstairs bedroom while Sebastian stays in the kitchen to do the dishes, no matter how much Chris asks him not to do that.

“Please don’t. You’ll only make me feel like a shitty host”

“Please let me, if I don’t, I’ll be the one feeling like a shitty guest”.

Just when he’s done drying off the last plate, Seb hears footsteps coming down from the stairs. He walks out of the kitchen and stands at the very end of it, waiting for Chris to come down.

“She asleep yet?”, he asks when they’re just two steps away from each other.

“Actually no. Said she wants you to go up there and kiss her goodnight too”, Chris laughs but answers with a certain seriousness that tells Seb this is not entirely a joke. Stella actually did ask for him. That realisation warms his heart even more.

“Alright, I can do that”, he starts climbing up the stairs and crosses Chris. Is stopped by a large hand softly reaching out to hold onto his elbow. ‘”You know, you don’t have to, right? She’ll go to sleep on her own in a few minutes anyway. Don’t spoil her too much”, Chris wants to make sure Seb isn’t feeling obligated to do any of this just because of him.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to though. And cuties like you Evans people deserve a little more spoiling every now and then. Let me take care of that”, he smiles and frees his arm from Chris’s grasp. Walks a few stairs further but is stopped in his track again. This time, by Chris’ deep husky voice.

“Hey, Seb?”

“Yeah?”

“After you are done with putting the little madam to sleep, I want you to come downstairs and kiss me good night too. I’ll be waiting in my own room”, Chris is flustered, pale skin turned the loveliest shade of pink at the make but his voice still holds a demanding and authorative tone that manages to make Sebastian weak in the knees.

“Sure”, he says with his own voice trembling and can’t begin to believe his lucky stars.

'Whatever you say. Your wish is my command, Christopher', Sebastian thinks.

 Actually, he might’ve just said it out loud judging by the way Chris snorts then blushes a shade darker and smiles some more standing on the other end of that staircase.

***