#maybe in the morning i'll pull receipts but

[lovevalley45]

i feel like i don't have the words to say exactly what i find so interesting abt buddy coming back and what that says abt the way he was a cleric of helio translating to worshipping arkarna but i'll try

i'm not gonna say buddy never believed in helio, because i don't believe that's true. but i think it's an interesting look at religion as fuel for a dogma of hatred. like... growing up under bobby dawn, a televangelist of sol, in a religion like that that breeds hatred for the other within its ranks. he was prime to succumb to a deity like that. that's probably why he was chosen to join the rat grinders. it was less about his faith and more in the manner of how he was raised within it

[noroi1000]

Honored One Shot no.15 - @mc-reborn

Flowers for my Woman

Summary: Gojo guessed you were in a bad mood. He started sending you flowers while he was at work.

Warning: Perverted Gojo

"Good morning. I have flowers dedicated to (l/n) (y/n)." Said a young boy in a yellow flower shop uniform.

You stood by the open door of the house and looked at the dark roses you like so much. All nicely decorated and prepared for you to take it.

Gold decorative paper around the flowers, green and blue ribbons for more color. Flower petals sprinkled with small particles of glitter for an even better effect.

A young boy handed you a bouquet and asked you to sign the acknowledgment of receipt of the flowers.

"Thank you very much. I've got a car full of flowers, so I'll be going now."

You watched him with more open eyes as he smiled as he walked over to the car to check the address for the next order.

You looked at the bouquet curiously, wondering who it was from.

To finally see how a little chibi card hangs on the ribbon with the face of Satoru in a blindfold who sends you a heart.

You smiled knowing he always knows your favorite things.

Satoru always picked your favorites. Always the best. And he very often had a feeling when you were having a bad day.

And because life plays tricks sometimes, he knew he had to be there for you when you needed him. Especially after a hard day and after all the unpleasant, bad times you can go through in life.

That's why you were so happy that he sent you beautiful flowers. But you wonder why he did it. After all, he will come home to you in the afternoon. So why did he send it?

Or maybe he'll be back later today and wanted to give you a present as an apology? Well, that would be sad because you were really hoping that he would come home and you could spend the whole evening with him. Your mood with him will definitely improve and everything will be so perfect. You are sure it will.

You love him, and you love him because he always thinks of you.

"Uhm, Miss?"

You looked at the young boy who was nervously looking at the list.

There were all the addresses he's supposed to deliver the swapped flowers to.

It's all computer generated after someone places an order. Perhaps it was a bug or something else. But there were the same addresses everywhere. The same address. The address where he gave you the flowers. This is your address.

Your home.

Did they have a bug in the system?

"Most of the flowers I have have been marked for delivery to this address..." he said, pointing to a sheet of paper.

You looked there and indeed. Your address was on the card.

Either they made a mistake or Satoru ordered more flowers than he should have... More than one bouquet. It was a whole car of flowers!

"Could I see a bouquet? I think I know how to check it." You said and put down the bouquet you already had.

The boy led you to the car and pulled out the strangest bouquet in the whole delivery.

Yes... Until everything was for you. There was no doubt... Satoru just wanted to give the supplier a heart attack so that he would think he had broken something.

You saw a bouquet of white and black flowers. And also blue ones. Among the blue ones were black and white roses. And that thing formed the shape of his blindfolded face.

You smiled nervously and looked at him.

"I don't think there is a mistake here." You said calmly and pulled the bouquet to your chest.

You really need to talk to him about this...

"So I'll start pulling out the flowers. Should I put them indoors or outside?"

"You can help me bring this home."

So after a long time of pulling bouquets out of the car, you were finally alone.

You've been going through all the bouquets. From the pretty but simple ones to the most sophisticated and exaggerated ones.

They all had something to do with your boyfriend. One was arranged as his face, the other had a sticky note. Everything was different.

But you can be sure that no matter how it looks, when he comes home you will thank him and have a nice evening with him.

And in the meantime, you arranged the flowers in vases so you wouldn't have to throw them away so quickly. It's so pretty. And it was certainly expensive. You do not want to get rid of such a gift from him. Because you like it.

A few bouquets in the living room, a few in the bedroom. Each cupboard had a vase or pot of flowers on it. And it added to the surroundings quite a nice look. It's not empty, it's not that much either. This adds natural beauty and charm.

You couldn't help but think of Satoru with the flower on his ear looking at you in such a cute and loving way.

Speak of the devil. As soon as you started thinking about him that way, he showed up.

The front door opened and he ran over to you and wrapped his arms around you from behind.

"What was the reason for your bad mood?" he asked and started kissing your neck softly.

His lips nibbled your neck gently.

"How did you know I was in a bad mood?" You asked, placing your hand on his hair as you let him do what he wanted.

He was now acting like he was hungry for love and touch. His body clung so tightly to yours.

"You don't send me a heart emoji like you always do when I send it."

You laughed.

"Did that help you understand that I'm in a bad mood?"

"Yes. You know... You never forget to send me a heart."

"Aww, okay, baby boy. Next time I promise I'll send you hearts."

"What do you think of flowers?" he murmured into your ear, his lips hooking over your sensitive skin.

"Did you need that much?"

"I wanted to see your smile."

You turned to him and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him.

"I'm smiling, baby."

He smiled harder.

"I know." his fingers circled your waist.

And then you reached into the pink bouquet and pulled out one flower, putting it behind his ear.

"cute."

"You're cute more. I'm handsome." He leaned in to you again, pulling you tighter into his broad arms. "Are you in a good mood now?"

"It depends on what you want." he hummed, tracing patterns on his uniform. He put his mouth to your ear.

"I've been wondering since morning what it's like to fuck you when there are flowers around."

You felt a slight shiver run down your spine.

So there was a hidden meaning behind his innocent behavior.

"There are flowers in the bedroom too." You purred, staying close to him.

"Do you want me to fuck you hard or sensual?"

"No matter what I choose, you choose hard."

"Because I know you love the feeling of my big cock hard and deep inside your tight pussy. Flowers for my Woman were to make you feel better. Now you make me feel better, baby~"

[renjunniex]

Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem! Reader Series

Fury

Omega Part 1 | Omega Part 2 | Shape Shifted | Ice Pick | Abomination | Venomous | Frenemy | Restraint | Raving | Party Guessed |

Prompt: the killer now about to be revealed means things are about to get very interesting. how will y/n choose to deal with every problem she is currently facing?

a/n: heyyy guys, hehe.. I’m back. sorry for the long time away, it’s been… chaotic to say the least. I just barely finished the chapter before i posted it so it’s not edited so please excuse any and all mistakes. i plan to go in later and edit when i have a chance, just wanted to get a new chapter out since it’s been so long.

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You never got to have your morning kiss and you were definitely not happy about it. The boys had called you to tell you to get to the police station as fast as you could.

"(Y/N), you need to get here NOW!" The voice of your sarcastic friend made you have to pull your phone away from your ear.

"Jeez, okay, I get it. But I can't leave, I can't find Derek and they're barely keeping themselves under control."

You felt a hand grabbed you wrist and you knew it was Isaac's, "Go, it'll be okay, I can handle everything." You sighed and nodded before confirming you would be at the station as fast as you could.

That's where you were now, the lady at the front desk had let you in. You found Scott, Stiles, and the Sheriff staring at the computer screen. "Okay, what was so important that I just had to be here," your hands were on your hips and they all looked at you.

"The one killing people is Matt," Scott said. You swore you felt your brain explode, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Look he's on the video tapes," Stiles pointed to the computer. "We don't know that it's him Stiles," His dad exclaimed. You walked out to the computer and looked on the screen, you saw a nurse walk up to the boy on camera, "Well, hey, someone talked to him. Maybe you should try to get a statement." They're heads snapped to you and then back at the screen. That's when you got to take a closer look at the nurse that was talking to the supposed Matt.

"Oh, my god," you gasped.

"He's talking to my mom," Scott said horror dripping from his voice.

Scott had called Melissa, under the request of Sheriff.

"Scott, you know how many people I deal with in a day."

"This one's sixteen. He's got dark hair, looks like a normal teenager," Scott expressed. "Yeah, he looks evil," called Stiles.

"Scott, I already talked to the police about this."

Scott got his phone out of his pocket, "Okay, Mom, I'm gonna take a picture and send it to you." He snapped the picture and texted it to Melissa. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah."

"Do you recognize him? Do you remember him?"

"Yeah, I did. I mean, I remember I stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall. Scott, what's going on?"

"It's nothing, Mom. I'll explain later. I gotta go," Scott stuttered ending the call before bringing his attention back to you guys. Sheriff shuffled through papers until he came across the ones he was looking for, "Alright, we've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks outside the trailer."

"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of the three murders," Stiles exclaimed.

"The trailer, the hospital, and the rave," you listed.

"Actually four," Sheriff corrected, "A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

"When," asked Stiles.

"A couple hours before you got there."

"Alright, Dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?"

"Four's enough for a warrant," Sheriff motioned to Scott, "Scott, call your mom back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official I.D., I can get a search warrant. Stiles, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."

Stiles dashed out the room, "On it!" Scott had started to call Melissa and with all the stress you couldn't help but pace around the room. "She's on her way here," you glanced up at Scott and then looked at Sheriff to see his expression change, "Sheriff, what's wrong-." When you turned in the direction his eyes were directed you saw Stiles come back in, only he wasn't alone. Matt was behind him, with a gun.

You moved slowly to Scott and Stiles while Sheriff began to try and talk to the striped shirt boy, "Matt? It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

The boy waved the firearm around like it was a toy, "You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are." You saw Stiles' head raise up slightly and despite the dangerous situation, you couldn't help the scowl that made its way onto your face.

"I know you don't want to hurt people," Sheriff tried to reason but something told you that reasoning wasn't going to get you anywhere, "Actually, I want to hurt a lot of people. You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialing somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing. That could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone."

Stiles and you both turned your heads to Scott, who had pulled his hand out of his pocket. You took a deep breath as you felt your nerves shoot through the roof, your head was hurting. You knew you were losing control because of the spike in emotions. It must of been your intuition trying to take over.

Gripping your hands into themselves you tried to stay focus on the conversation, "Now!" The loud voice made you jump slightly, "Come on," Sheriff nudged his head you guys and you three threw your phones on the desk.

Matt had made Stiles handcuff Sheriff in the holding cell area, while you and Scott stood just barely off to the side. When he was satisfied with how tight the cuffs were set, he grabbed Stiles and jerked him forward causing Scott and you to follow close behind. You had reached a hallway and there were officers laying all across the floor, blood, from their fatal chest wounds, spattered all over the walls.

A loud gasp of horror spilled from you, your hand coming up to cover your mouth. "What, are you gonna kill everyone in here," Scott asked in horror.

"No, that's what Jackson's for," he answered, "I just think about killing them, and he does it." Matt roughly pushed your shoulder forward as he guided you back to the main office. He made Stiles go on to his dad's computer to delete any and all files having to do with him. Scott and you were given the job of destroying all physical files.

"Deleted. And we're done," Stiles stated pressing the key on the keyboard, "So, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first, whatever that means, we're good here, right? I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know, you continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima."

Lights moved across the windows outside and you felt your breath stop, Melissa was here and there was really nothing you could to protect without risking everyone else. "Sounds like your mom's here, McCall," Matt taunted.

You shook your head while Scott had a destressed expression, "Matt, don't do this," he said, "When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."

The door opened in the distance as Matt scoffed a laugh, "If you don't move now, I'm gonna kill Stiles first, then (Y/N), and then your mom."

Maybe it was the adrenaline but you couldn't stop yourself from barking back, "You try to put one finger on any of us, and I'll send you through the wall so hard you'll forget who you are." Matt's head cocked to side as if he didn't understand what you meant but even then you could tell he was holding a brave face.

He once again, dragged you three to the front of the Sheriff's office, "Open it," he directed. Scott didn't look towards the door but showed his hesitation, "Please."

"Open the door."

You could practically feel all three of your heartbeats erratic from fear. Scott slowly reached for the doorknob, turning it to reveal not Melissa, but Derek. "Oh, thank God," sighed the werewolf in relief. That relief wore off sooner than it appear as Derek fell to the floor in front of you, he had been paralyzed. Jackson walked into the room standing where the Alpha werewolf once was. His eyes rolled, turning into his usual terrifying slits.

Matt stood over Derek, "This is the one controlling him? This kid," Derek observed in his monotoned voice. "Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big bad werewolf. Oh yeah, that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, Kanimas. It's like a fricking Halloween party every full moon. Except for you two. What do you turn into?"

"None of your business."

"Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal."

Matt especially didn't like Stiles' answer, he tipped his head and instantly Jackson's claw swiped the back of Stiles' neck sending him to the floor and onto of Derek. You and Scott made noises of protest only for Jackson to mock you by wagging his finger.

"You bitch."

"Get him off of me," Derek gritted.

Matt laughed at the sight, "Oh, I don't know Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must kind of suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

"Still got some teeth," Derek quipped, "Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

"Yeah, bitch," Stiles muttered out, his voice muffled.

More lights passed by and this time you knew it had to be Melissa. Matt had seen them too, calling out, "Is that her? Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

"Scott don't trust him!"

Matt grabbed Stiles' shirt pulling him over and placing his foot on the boy's neck. "Stop, stop! Leave him alone!" Scott had to get a hold of you to keep you from making any sudden movements. Stiles gasped and gagged for air, his face turning red, "This work better for you?" Matt had gone into a stare down with you two and you were seconds from losing control at this point. "Okay, just stop! Stop," Scott pleaded.

"Then do what I tell you to."

You glared at the boy, the amount of hatred you felt in this moment was unlike any other, "Let. Him. Go." You voice sounded so different and you couldn't tell if it was just your imagination or not. "Okay," Scott urged, "Alright, Stop!" The foot on Stiles' neck was released and the boy desperately gasped for air. Matt nudged his head in a direction as he commanded Jackson, “You, take him in there.”

“You…” Matt’s eyes locked onto Scott once more, “With me.” You had no ability to react as Matt grabbed your arm and twisted it behind your back, preventing you from doing anything as he made you walk in front of him. He guided you both to the front where Melissa came into the police station.

“Mom?”

Melissa sighed at the sound of Scott’s voice and made her way around the corner, “You scared me, where is every…” She stopped speaking when her eyes fell on you both, Scott in front with Matt’s gun pointing at the back of his head and you locked in position guarding Matt’s body. “Mom, just do what he says he promised he wouldn’t hurt you.” Frozen from the shock of the situation you just stood silently your head hanging slightly. “He’s right,” Matt confirmed. Everything felt slow, your ears began to ring and your mind tried its best to process the next few seconds.

You watched as Scott hunched over and Melissa cover her mouth as you assumed she screamed, you didn’t know. Your ears were buzzing like a bomb had gone off right next to you. The smell of gunpowder filled your nose and the sight of smoke covered your vision. Tears seeped from your eyes and dripped down your cheeks. Rationally speaking, Scott was going to be okay, being supernatural had those perks but your brain didn’t seem to register that in the moment. You pulled your arms down trying to release the grip Matt had on you but that only resulted in you having a gun pointed at your head.

“Back, back!”

Matt screamed his voice making the loud bells in your ears ring more, “Mom! Mom, stop, Mom!” Scott covered his wound, the pain making him wince. “Scott,” Melissa said shakily. You felt Matt bang the side of your head harder with the barrel of the gun, “I said get back, unless you want me to blow her head off,” Matt spit venomously. You heard Sheriff called from the holding cells and it caused an explosive reaction from the troubled boy.

“Everyone shut up! Shut the hell up! Now get up or I shoot her next!”

Your eyes closed instinctively, you heard the rustling of Scott’s clothes as he stood slowly. Matt forced Melissa into a cell, she stood at the bars her face covered in her running makeup from her tears. You and Scott stood off to the side, both not moving afraid to cause everyone else to get hurt. You held up Scott as best as you could, your hand also covering his gun wound putting pressure the best you could.

“Please, he needs to see a doctor,” Melissa pleaded.

“You think so?” Matt whispered back.

Sheriff yanked on the handcuff keeping him on the wall, “Hey! Hey, you listen to me!”

Scott interrupted to reassure both his mom and the Sheriff, “It’s alright, I’m okay.” Melissa could handle her son’s words as she shook her head in denial, “No, honey, you’re not okay.” Scott continued on to tell her it didn’t hurt, Melissa again denying her son’s words saying it’s the adrenaline talking, she pleaded once more with Matt to let her stop the bleeding. It only caused Matt to look at you both taunting you, “They have no idea do they?”

“Please. Just let me take a quick look at him!”

“Shut up! Shut up! Lady if you keep talking, I’m gonna put the next bullet through his head.” Melissa finally conceded and Matt order you both to the front.

Your heart raced, sweat dripping down your temple as your mind ran through every possible outcome. So far, not a single solution came to you, at least not one that allowed for most of you to get out of here alive. If only you knew of some kind of spell or chanting that could get you to call for help. Maybe a way to send a message mentally?

Every thought in your brain was cut off as Matt pushed you into Scott, nearly falling on your face had the werewolf not had caught you himself.

“The evidence is gone. Why don’t you just go?” Scott stressed to Matt.

“You think the evidence mattered that much, huh?” Your eyebrows scrunched at Matt’s reply, which only got you a look of annoyance back from him. “No, no, I want the book.”

The bestiary? Why would he need the Argent’s log of every creature?

You soon found out when Scott asked your same thought out loud and Matt lifted his shirt to show his ribs now scaly, reflecting the same sickly greenish gray that the Kanima did. You grimaced at the sight as if just the picture of it made you ill, which it practically did after everything you’ve been through this semester because of it.

You felt a grip on your arm pulling you more into a different room, Scott not far in front of you. You jolted as the cold metal of the gun Matt held to you touch your skin. Scott grimaced, leaning against the desk as he kept his palm on his bullet wound. You tugged at Matt’s grip on your forearm, “Let me try and heal him please,” you pleaded with not an ounce of venom in your words. Nothing but pure fear dripped from your lips, it was truly the first moment in your life that you felt helpless. Nothing, not Peter, not Derek, not even the death of your parents made you feel as useless as slowly watching Scott, who should be able to heal, die.

Matt tugged you away from Scott, twisting your arm as he spoke, “You know, I feel sorry for you, McCall, cause right now you’re thinking, ‘How am I gonna explain this when it heals?’ And the sad part is you don’t even realize how incredible it is that you actually are healing.”

Matt’s eyes were probably as wide as saucers, you hear the frothing that seeped from his mouth as malice flew with his words, “Cause you know what happens to everyone else when they get shot? They DIE.”

You flinched at his tone, trembling as the coldness that came with fear froze every nerve in your body. You couldn’t believe you were even thinking about this but in this moment you wished Isaac was here. Not even because you thought he could protect you from everything but just because you wanted him near you. As much as he continually pissed you off, now that he was working with you guys his presence had become much more comforting.

“Is that what happened to you,” Scott had cut off your panicked thoughts with his question to Matt. “You drowned, didn’t you?”

You watched as Matt took a shaky breath, “He shouldn’t have let them drink,” he muttered. Scott gave him a confused look, “What? Who? Matt, what do you mean?”

Matt’s voice boomed making you flinch once more, “LAHEY! He shouldn’t have let them drink.”

“Who was drinking,” you asked softly. Matt scoffed stepping forward a little, “The swim team you idiots!”

“I didn’t what was happening! I didn’t know that they had just won state, and Lahey, he’s letting his favorites come over to have a couple drinks to celebrate. Who cares if they’re seventeen, right?”

Your eyebrows scrunched up at Matt recounted his story, “Were you at Isaac’s?”

“He had this first edition Spider-Man, or was it Batman? And we were gonna make a trade. But then I’m over there and I hear music. And everyone’s having a good time and I see Sean. He throws Jessica in the pool. And then Bennett goes in and.. and…”

“Bennett, the hunter,” Scott interrupted his monologue. Matt ignored his question, nodding his attention on the floor, his eyes blurry from the light pool of tears he was started to collect.

“And then Camden. Isaac’s jarhead brother, he grabs me. He thinks it’s funny.”

You eyes widened in realization, the fear in your mind clearing when you connected the thoughts, “They threw you in.”

“I yelled that I can’t swim, but nobody listens. I go under and I swallow water,” Matt describes in detail, sweat dripping from his temples, “and no one cares. And I see these bodies underwater. I see Jessica’s got her hands down Sean’s board shorts. Tucker’s grabbing Kara. And I’m drowning. I’m dying, and they’re laughing. All of a sudden, I’m lying by the pool. And Lahey is right there right above me and he says…”

“You tell no one! This, this is your fault! You don’t know how to swim? What little bastard doesn’t know how to swim? You say nothing! You tell no one! NO ONE!”

“And I didn’t. I didn’t tell anyone. And I would see them at school and they wouldn’t even look at me. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, I’d gasp for breath. And my parents,” Matt spit out his story like he could taste the horrible memory, “They thought I was asthmatic. They even gave me an inhaler. They didn’t know that every time I closed my eyes, I was drowning.”

Matt finally turned to you and Scott, as if his trance had been broken, “You know about that little white light that they talk about, you see when you die? Well I didn’t see anything. Just darkness. Everything was dark. But then.. Then came the Argent’s funeral, and everything changed. I was taking some photos and they completely by accident, Lahey gets in one of the photos. I look down at the screen of my camera and I just had this unbelievable rage that fills up inside of me and I just… I look at him and I… I wanna see him dead.”

There was a moment of silence from Matt and that’s when you realized you had a tear trailing down your cheek. Was it for Matt, Mr. Lahey, maybe? Even despite what each of them have done, the raw emotion coming from Matt must have triggered some type of reaction from you.

“And the next day, he actually was. You know, Einstein was right. Imagination is more important than knowledge. It was like something out of Greek mythology.” He began to pace as he ranted some more and you took the chance to step closer to Scott, your hand coming to clench at Scott’s now bloodied shirt. “Like… Like the furies coming down to punish Orestes.”

He gave Scott an unimpressed look upon seeing the dull expression on Scott’s face, “You have no idea what I’m talking about, do you?”

“Was he the guy who stabbed out his eyes?”

Matt’s face turned red as he marched up to Scott and you, waving around the pistol in his hand, “God, that’s Oedipus, you dumbass!” Clenching Scott’s shirt tighter in your hand, you jumped as Matt’s gun waved right in your face. “The furies are deities of vengeance,” you whispered, your voice shaky with horror.

Matt without so much as a beat of pause, continued on “Their tears ran of blood and they had snakes for hair. If a crime that had gone unpunished, the furies would do the punishing.” Matt looked off in the distance where Jackson stood, hovering practically on top of Stiles and Derek. “Jackson is my fury.”

“When I saw him the next night, it was like this bond had been cemented between the two of us. I knew he had killed Lahey for me, and I knew he would do it again. So I went to Tucker’s garage. I even paid for an oil change, and guess what? He didn’t even recognize me. So when he wasn’t looking, I took a shot of him with my camera. And in a few hours, he was dead.”

Matt grew this satisfied smirk on his lips as he glanced at both you and Scott, “So I took more pictures. All I had to do was take their picture and Jackson would take their life.”

As if on cue with the end of Matt’s speech, the lights began to flicker on and off. The alarm system sounding from the malfunctioning of the lights. Matt freaked out from the sudden obstruction, “What’s that? What’s going on?”

He pointed the gone at both of you as Scott tried to assure him that you two didn’t know what was happening. A light scanned across Matt’s face and when you looked out all you saw were burly men with automatics before they began shooting into the window. Without thinking, you grabbed Scott by the back of his shirt and pulled him back out of the line of sight. Glass flung everywhere, scraping against your arms. In your haziness you barely heard the sound of a clank before the fog grenade exploded.

Scott took off with the knowledge that now you two were hidden, his hand in yours as you both ran towards the door, smoke filling your lungs. You saw the glint of Jackson’s half turned figure within the smoke and you took a chance. You flung your arm to the side casting a blast that smacked Jackson into the wall, giving you both enough time to get to Derek and Stiles. Scott went to Stiles and you to Derek only for you to be pushed away from the now almost healed man.

“Take him. Go!” The Alpha werewolf commanded, you scrambled up just behind Scott and Stiles, leaving Derek behind. Jackson recovered finally, walking after you three. You ushered the boys into the hallway of many doors, closing each one behind you to gain even just a spare second away from Jackson. It was short lived considering how rapidly the lizard boy smashed each barrier. You turned once more this time not just closing the door but sending another blast into Jackson’s chest. It sent him back just long enough for you to slam the door closed once more.

Scott set Stiles down somewhere safe, considering that he still couldn’t move, Stiles would only slow you guys down. “Don’t move,” you said dumbly. Stiles gave you a straight and unamused look, Scott sighed, “You know what she means.” Stiles head slinked down when Scott finally let go of him and you two rushed out the door, closing it quietly to hide your location within the station as best as possible.

Scott ran ahead, you only a few feet behind, when you smashed into his back from an abrupt stop. Allison was the reason for the stop, her cross bow pointing directly at Scott’s face. You figured it was from the tense situation, that is until she spoke with such venom.

“Allison,” Scott breathed in surprise.

The dark haired girl disregarded his tone, “Where’s Derek?”

You looked at her with concern, “What are you doing?” Allison did nothing to acknowledge your existence, “If you’re not going to tell me, then get out of my way.” You could feel the sadness start to radiate off the werewolf as he whispered her name once more only to get cut off, “Where is he?” Her words laced with such venom even made you shiver.

“What happened,” Scott asked once again, this time taking a step towards her. She raised her crossbow again, practically pushing it into his chest, “Scott…” Her voice hissed at him, “Scott, you need to stay away from me right now. You need to go. Just stay out of my way.”

Allison pushed passed Scott her shoulder brushing against yours. You tried to reach out to her, calling softly, “All-.”

“Back off.”

It became hard to breathe for a moment as you watched one of your best friends brush you off so coldly, so callously, as if you didn’t even matter to her.

Reality was brought back to you as Scott gripped your forearm gently, leading you through the still foggy police station. You could hear Sheriff yelling as he tried to most likely free himself, with the frighten encouragement of Melissa. Shortly after you hear the terrified shriek of your only mother figure. Scott and you made eye contact before rushing faster through the halls. You found the Kanima hanging along the bars of Melissa’s cell and Derek on the ground. Scott unleashed his claw, piercing the scaly flesh, grabbing ahold of Jackson’s lizard form and threw him on the ground.

Melissa made relief gasps as she saw that you and Scott were okay, “Scott…” She breathed for a second, “Oh, god Scott are you okay,” she cried through her worried tears.

You stood just in front of Scott as the Kanima stood once more, lunging at you. Without a second thought, you felt your eyes flash, your left hand raising to smack the Kanima’s scaly forehead. Your magical glow ringed out in a ripple effect, making the creature stumble from the force of your power. With the extra bit of time, you placed your right hand of his chest and blasted him back. The loud boom from your power echoed in the holding cell room. It gave just enough time for Derek to recover as he snarled, jumping the desk and chasing after the escaping lizard monster.

While your abilities may have saved you and Scott from the scaly claws of paralysis, it did nothing to aid you in the fear in Melissa’s voice. “Scott? Y/N?” She called clearly terrified and exhausted. Your eyes hadn’t stopped glowing from the amped up power you just displayed but it wasn’t like that was the only thing that gave you away. You slowly turned, flinching as Scott rose and you witnessed Melissa’s scared expression. She backed away into the shadows of her cell, as if to try and disappear from the monsters that were her kids.

Monsters.

Huh?

You had never truly felt any different to how you were before until you saw the look on Melissa’s face, the only mother you’ve known since you were just a little kid and she looks at you like you had just crawled out of the depths of hell.

Scott looked at Melissa like a frightened puppy but eventually left, running off to catch up with Jackson and Derek you had assumed. You on the hand stayed frozen staring at the woman with a longing for comfort. You didn’t get it as she continued to shake her head and whisper a cry of, “No!” A tear whisked its way down your face as you stepped closer to the bars, your hands wrapping around the rusted metal. Melissa quickly turned, holding herself as if to hide from you.

“Mom, please,” you whimpered, your eyes cloudy from tears. When you got no response in return, you did the same as your best friend, turned and ran away.

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a/n: …um was that good for a sad ending? idk lol i guess let me know. Hope you guys enjoyed!

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[willalove75]

Can you write something where instead of Ted being the one who makes Rebecca's biscuits he actually gets them from a bakery that Reader owns? And Rebecca finds out and visits and reader and her hit it off but reader is unsure if Rebecca keeps popping by the bakery just because she likes the biscuits or cause she actually likes her? Please and thank you 🥹

I LOVE this!! I've been so excited to write this one! Thank you so much for the request!!! 💕

"Mornin' boss!" Ted says with too much energy for this early in the morning, as usual.

Rebecca looks up and her eyes light up as she sees the little pink box in his hands.

"Good morning coach Lasso." She says, reaching for the box.

She excitedly opens the box and pulls out a biscuit, bringing it to her lips and takes a bite from it. Her eyes roll as she tastes the sweetness of it, making her feel warm inside.

"Ted, please, tell me where you get these from." She begs as she chews the biscuit in her mouth.

"Sorry boss you know I can't do that." He says with a smile. "Oh! By the way, I thought up a great idea for a new outfit for our mascot," he says, digging through his pockets.

He pulls out a piece of paper "Aha!" and a receipt falls onto Rebecca's desk.

Ted and Rebecca watch it fall and they look up at each other, they both quickly go to snatch it and Rebecca grabs it first.

"I got it I got it!" She says.

Ted reaches over her desk to try and get it back and she stands up and moves away from her desk, turning around so he can't get the paper. She quickly unfolds it and reads the logo at the top.

"Norma's." She says out loud.

"Dang it!" Ted says, disappointed that she now knows his secret.

Rebecca turns around and sees Ted's very disappointed face, he looks up at her and she rolls her eyes.

"We can still do biscuits with the boss." She says, reluctantly.

Ted's face immediately perks up "that's what I'm talkin' about!" He exclaims.

On her lunch break, Rebecca slips out of the office and heads to the bakery. Following the directions on her phone, she stops at the address and looks around, thinking maybe she's in the wrong place. Finally, she spots it, a small, hole in the wall-type place, sandwiched between flats. A small bell chimes as she opens the door and walks in. She's immediately hit with the scent of freshly baked goods, cupcakes, cakes, biscuits, brownies, pastries, everything you can dream of is here in this small shop.

You're wiping down one of the counters in the back of the shop when you hear the bell chime, you put down your rag and walk out to the front. You spot a beautiful, tall, blond haired woman walking in, she looks lost, or at least unsure of where she is.

"May I help you?" You ask with a smile.

The woman looks up at you, not noticing you had walked out from the back.

Rebecca looks up when she hears your voice, she would be surprised to see such a pretty young woman step out from the back if she wasn’t so focused on trying to find the biscuits Ted brings her every morning.

"Uh, I think so, do you sell biscuits in a little pink box here?" She asks, looking around.

"Yes we do!" You say, grabbing one of your signature pink boxes from under the counter. "What kind of biscuits are you looking for?"

You watch as the woman scans the display counter, you can tell she's looking for something specific.

"Um, they're these little rectangle biscuits, they're absolutely delightful-" her eyes light up when she sees the shortbread biscuits. "THESE!" She shouts, you're a little taken back at how excited this woman is over biscuits, but you find it endearing.

"Oh yes, our signature, and my personal favorite." You say with a smile. "Gram's shortbread biscuits."

"Yes, I'll take um," she thinks for a moment. "Half a- oh fuck it, I'll take a dozen."

"Of course! If you want to hang out for another few minutes, I have a fresh batch that's about to come out of the oven."

The woman's eyes flicker with excitement.

"Yes, sure, absolutely."

"Would you like a coffee or cuppa while you wait?" You ask.

"Sure, I'll take a cuppa, thank you." She says, eyeing the other desserts.

She takes a seat at the counter as you prepare the tea.

Rebecca watches you, fascinated at how your muscle memory seems to take over as you make her tea, noticing that you’re barely looking at what you’re doing but are doing everything perfectly.

"Milk and sugar?" You ask.

"No thank you."

You bring the tea over to her and place the cup on its matching saucer.

"Oh how lovely," she says, admiring the cup. "This is beautiful."

"Thank you! They were my grandmothers, all of them were actually." As you gesture to the stacks of teacups and saucers behind the counter.

"Wow, she must have really loved tea." She says, looking at the stacks, bringing the cup to her lips.

"She actually hated it, but loved collecting teacups oddly enough." You say with a smile.

She takes a sip of the tea and you see her eyes roll.

"Fuck me that's delicious."

You feel a shiver down your spine, you were not expecting that kind of reaction from her.

"Where is this tea from?" She asks.

"I grow it!" You say.

"You what?"

"Yeah, I have a little greenhouse behind the shop where I grow my own tea leaves."

She looks at you like she's trying to figure out a puzzle. She looks around the shop and back at you.

"Are you the only one here?"

"Yup!"

"And you bake all of these?" She gestures to the desserts. "All by yourself?"

"Oh god no," you laugh. "I have workers who come here in the mornings to help me with all of these, but they are all either my own original recipes, or family recipes, most of them are my grandmothers recipes actually."

"Wow. So you're here all by yourself the rest of the day? When do you sleep?"

"Well I do have a small handful of employees, but for the most part I'm here from about 3 or 4 in the morning until about 5 or 6."

"Oh my god." She says, with a little bit of a horrified look on her face. "I sure hope your commute isn't long."

"It's about a thirty second commute, it's quite convenient actually."

She gives you a confused look and you laugh, you know she's definitely thinking that you sleep on the shop floor.

"I live in the flat above the shop." You say with a smile.

The timer goes off and you excuse yourself and head to the back. Usually you cut the biscuits up in the kitchen, but you decide to bring the whole tray out to the front and do it there. You're enjoying your conversation with this woman.

Rebecca watches you as you walk into the back, she looks around the shop and notices a picture of you as a child with an older woman, who she presumes is your grandmother. A smile crosses her face as she continues to look around, enamored by the coziness of the shop.

You walk out with the giant sheet and place it on the counter behind the register. You hear her let out a small moan and you pretend not to notice, although your cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

"Those smell incredible." She says.

You cut a few strips and pull out two fresh pieces and put each one on a plate. You put the plate in front of her and she looks up at you.

"This one's on the house. But it's still hot so be careful." You say, holding your plate in your hand with a smile.

She looks like a kid on Christmas day, a sharp contrast to what you would expect her to be like since she seems very put together and business-like. You take a bite of the biscuit, and you're immediately transported back to your grandmothers house, her house always smelled like freshly made breads or biscuits. Memories of her teaching you how to bake flood your mind, a smile comes across your face, relishing in your treasured memories.

You're brought back to the shop when you hear the woman moan accompanied by another "fuck me." You open your eyes and look over at her and can't help but let out a little laugh.

She looks back at you, a little embarrassed, but is enjoying the biscuit more than she is embarrassed.

"These are the best biscuits I've ever had in my life, and I thought that before I had one fresh out of the oven." She says.

"Well I'm very glad you like them!"

"Where did this recipe come from?"

"It was my grandmothers, well, I think it was her mothers recipe, but she made a few tweaks and perfected it in my opinion."

"Well, tell your grandmother that they're divine." She says.

You give the woman a small smile, trying to hide the sadness in your face, but she catches on anyway.

"Is your grandmother still with us?" She asks.

"Uh, no, actually, she passed away last year, right before I opened the shop."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she says, taking another small bite. "Was her name Norma?" She asks, looking at the sign with the shops name hanging on the wall.

"It was, she taught me everything I know about baking. Ever since I got the idea to open up my own shop I knew I wanted to name it after her."

"That's very sweet, you two must have been close."

"Very, she was my favorite person in the world." You turn and look at the small picture of the two of you hanging on the wall. "I miss her every day."

You make your way over to the counter and begin cutting up the sheet of biscuits.

"I was very close with my grandmother as well," she says, empathizing with you. "I was very young when she passed, she's been gone almost 30 years now, but I still have days where I miss her terribly."

"I think it would be much more difficult if I didn't have the shop, not only does it keep me busy, I'm also able to honor her memory every day by making her recipes and sharing them with everyone. It's something she always wanted to do but never got the opportunity to."

You finishing packing her order and close the box, placing a sticker with the logo to seal it. You set the box in front of the woman with a smile. She looks down and sees the logo.

"Hm." She says.

"Something wrong?"

"Oh, no, one of my, uh," she pauses for a moment "employees brings me these every morning but I've never seen this sticker on the boxes he brings me."

A smile crosses your face.

"Are you talking about coach Lasso?"

She lets out a sigh.

"Yep, that's the one."

"Ah, so you must be Rebecca."

She looks up at you and lets out another sigh.

"That would be me. I'm guessing he's talked about"

"Biscuits with the boss."

You say in unison.

She nods her head and you laugh.

"Ted is very sweet, he actually always requests for me to not put the label on the box, he wanted to keep this place a secret. It must be fun having him around all the time." You say.

"Oh it sure is something alright." She says, rolling her eyes when she hears you mention that he asks for you to not put the sticker on the box.

You ring her up and give her the total. She hands you money and you give her the change. She pulls out another bill, worth at least what she paid for the biscuits, and puts it in the tip jar.

"Oh, wow, thank you so much!" You say, surprised but grateful.

"Thank you very much." She says with a kind smile.

“I hope you enjoy your biscuits!”

She gives you a wave as she leaves and you return to cutting up the rest of the tray. An excitement in your belly rises, and you’re not sure if it’s because you’ve probably made a new customer or because she was incredibly beautiful, or both.

Rebecca leaves the bakery, missing the smell of freshly baked good as it dissipates the further away from the shop she gets. Excited about the big box of biscuits she acquired, she also thinks about you, how you were incredibly kind and very cute. This is definitely a place she is going to frequent often.

A few days go by and you’re in the shop again putting a few cakes into the oven after the early morning rush. There’s a light chatter in the shop, filled with a few regulars enjoying their morning coffees and teas. You hear the bell chime again and head to the front. You’re a little surprised, but also very happy to see the beautiful blond woman in your shop once again.

“Good morning Rebecca!” You say with a smile.

“Good morning, uh, oh my goodness, I don't think I ever asked you for your name.” she says a little embarrassed.

"Oh it's fine, it's more important for me to know my customers names than it is for them to know mine. But my name is y/n."

She gives a little smile of relief.

"Well then, good morning y/n."

“How can I help you? More biscuits?” You say with a smile.

“Just one, and a tea please." She says returning your smile.

"Of course! Did you want that to say or to go?"

"To stay."

She takes a seat at the counter and you make her tea and bring over a biscuit on a plate.

"Excellent, thank you." She says.

"So is Coach Lasso no longer bringing you biscuits every day?" You ask as you wipe down the counter.

"Oh no he is, speaking of, please don't tell him I was here. I'll never hear the end of it if he finds out I've been coming here."

"Your secret is safe with me." You say.

At first glance, Rebecca doesn't seem like a very approachable person, she's always dressed sharply, her hair always either perfectly curled or pulled back, she carries herself in a very professional way. Once you started talking to her you realized that yes, she is those things, but she's also very personable, she's kind and funny. Her appearances in the shop became more frequent, first only coming in every few days, then eventually coming in most mornings, and after a few months, she was coming in every morning to sit at the counter, have her biscuit and tea and chat with you.

You had other regulars that came in most days if not every day, but Rebecca was different, she seemed genuinely interested in talking to you, there are some days you wondered if she was coming in for the tea and biscuits or if she was coming in just to talk to you. Either way, you thoroughly enjoyed her company and looked forward to seeing her every morning.

Usually very punctual, one morning Rebecca doesn't show up and it strikes you as odd, what struck you more was that you found yourself concerned. Usually she would mention that she had a meeting or an away game when she knew she wasn't going to be able to stop by, not showing up with no warning was unusual for her.

Also very punctual, showing up usually about half an hour after Rebecca leaves, Coach Lasso enters the bakery.

"Good mornin y/n!"

"Good morning Coach! How are we this morning?" You really want to ask about Rebecca, but you restrain yourself, you did promise her after all that you wouldn't tell Ted that she was coming in every morning.

"Not too shabby, although I am gonna need something extra special for my 'Biscuits with the Boss' today."

"Oh, why did something happen?" You try to not sound too concerned but you're sure Ted catches on anyway.

"Rebecca's father passed away yesterday so we're all goin' to the funeral tomorrow."

The news hits you harder than you expect, she never spoke about her parents, but losing a parent must be incredibly difficult and you've grown to care for her. You hope she's okay.

"Oh no, that's horrible. You know what, I'll do ya one better, I'll send you with your usual plus a little extra, and I'll send some pastries and of course, the biscuits to her house as a little pick me up."

"This is why you're the best y/n!" Ted says.

You package up his usual order of biscuits plus a few extra ones you think she would like and you prep a tray of fresh biscuits and pastries. After getting the address from Ted, you have one of your drivers deliver them to her home.

A few more days go by and you don't see Rebecca, you can't deny your disappointment, but you also understand why she hasn't been able to show up lately.

Your last employee goes home for the day and you begin to clean up and close shop. As you're finishing wrapping up the leftover cakes and pastries from the day you hear a tap on the door, you look over and see Rebecca, she gives you a little wave. A smile you're unable to hide crosses your face and you let her in.

Rebecca was a little nervous showing up to the shop so late, she was hoping you were still there by the time she got there. She was relieved when she saw you behind the counter, a bundle of nerves formed in her belly as she tapped on the door. There was a rush of relief when she saw your face light up when you saw her, she can't help but think how cute and beautiful you are, inside and out. It really touched her when she got the delivery, it made her question how much she really likes you, and how much you really like her.

It's a little strange for you to see Rebecca in jeans and a t-shirt, you've only ever seen her in her work clothes, but there's something about her dressed down that makes her look maybe even more attractive than she usually is.

"Hi! How are you? I'm so sorry to hear about your dad." You say.

"Oh thank you, I'm doing well actually. I just got in from my mums but I wanted to drop by and thank you for the tray, it was so kind of you."

"Oh of course, as soon as I heard what happened from Ted I knew that I had to do something, you're one of my best, and favorite customers. I couldn't not do anything."

Much to your surprise, she wraps her arms around you and gives you a hug. You wrap your arms around her and hug her back, you're not sure if it's something she needs or is doing as a thank you, but either way you're not in opposition.

The smell of biscuits and sweetness surrounds Rebecca when she hugs you, she isn't sure if the shampoo you use smells like vanilla or if it's just because you were in the bakery all day, either way it relaxes her. You two pull away and she looks at you with a smile on her face.

"Well, I don't want to keep you, I just wanted to stop by and say thank you."

"Oh you're not keeping me from anything, I'm just about done here anyway." You look at her for a second, you don't want her to leave. "Do you want to come up for a drink?"

She stands there for a second, looking a little shocked, but smiles.

"I would love to."

You shut off the lights to the shop and the two of you walk out. You lock the door to the bakery and unlock the door next to it, leading into your flat. You walk up the stairs, Rebecca following behind you and you walk into your living room. Flicking the switch on, the room illuminates, lighting up the photos and small pieces of art on your walls.

"Welcome! Please, make yourself at home. Do you want wine, mixed drink, anything?"

Rebecca looks around intrigued at the room she's standing in.

"Uh, I'll take a wine, red please."

"Coming right up!"

You walk into the kitchen and grab wine glasses and the bottle. Rebecca walks around the room looking at the photos scattered across the walls. Photos of you and your grandma, your family and friends, places you've visited. You walk into the living room and pause, watching her as she looks around. You can't help but be enamored at how she's looking at everything, almost like she's looking at art in a museum, carefully studying the photos on the walls and knickknacks on the shelves.

Rebecca can't help but smile as she sees pictures of you and your friends and family, just from the pictures alone she can tell how close everyone is. It's something she envies, but seeing the photos hanging on your walls makes her happy. She's able to see different sides to you she's never experienced, that you can be silly, funny, it's like she's secretly figuring out the little things that make you, you.

You put the glasses on the coffee table and fill each glass, the two of you take a seat on the couch and take sips of your wine.

"Your home is beautiful." She says, looking around some more.

"Thank you, it's not much, but I love it." You sit back and look around, proud of the home you've made for yourself.

"It's so cozy here." She says with a smile.

"Aw, thanks."

You two make small talk for a few minutes before you feel your stomach growl. You both giggle at the sound as you put your hand over your belly.

"I'm starving, are you hungry at all?"

She thinks for a second. "Yeah, I could eat."

"Great."

"Do you want me to order something?" She asks.

"No you don't have to, I'll just whip something up, if that's cool with you?"

She looks bot surprised and impressed.

"Yeah that's totally fine with me."

"Great, come on!"

You lead her into the kitchen and she takes a seat at the island, you begin to pull things out of your refrigerator.

"Is there anything you don't like or are allergic to?" You ask, combing through the fridge.

"Nope." She says.

"Awesome! Is chicken good?"

"Yeah, sounds great."

You start slicing the chicken breasts and seasoning them, you prep a pan on the stove for the chicken and prep another pan for vegetables on another element.

"Wow, so you can bake and cook?" Rebecca asks as she watches you wide-eyed.

"Yup! My grandma taught me to bake, my dad taught me how to cook. Do you cook or bake or anything?"

"Oh god no, I can barely boil a pot of water."

"Do you wanna learn?" You ask as you look over at her.

She thinks for a second and then sighs "sure, why not."

She walks over to you and you give her instructions on what do to next. She starts cutting the vegetables and the knife slides a little.

"Can I show you a trick?" You ask.

"Yea absolutely."

You gently adjust her grip on the knife. You feel sparks when your hand comes into contact with hers. Knots begin to form in your belly and you do your best to ignore them. You also show her how to curl her fingers on the vegetables so she doesn't cut herself. You hold her hands and show her how to make slices without raising the tip of the knife off of the cutting board. There's something so comforting about having your arms around her as you show her what to do. You let her take over and you watch her, it hits you that you have such a beautiful person in your kitchen and you're showing her how to cook. You get lost looking at her and you nearly forget about the chicken in the pan. You put more pieces in the pan as Rebecca finishes cutting the vegetables, you saute the vegetables as the rest of the chicken finishes cooking. Finally you set out two plates and put dinner on the table.

"This smells amazing." She says, her mouth nearly watering.

"I hope it tastes as good as it smells." You say with a laugh.

She playfully rolls her eyes at you and takes a bite.

"Fuck me," her words send chills down your spine. "This is amazing."

"I'm glad you like it!" You say as you take a bite. "Not too bad." You're pretty pleased with yourself.

You pour more wine into your glasses and continue eating. You two chat about your favorite foods, foods you can't stand, and what foods you could eat every day without getting sick of.

You two finish up eating and you put the two plates into the sink.

"Do you want me to help clean up?" She asks.

"Oh god no, that's a tomorrow problem." You say with a laugh.

You grab the bottle of wine and head back into the living room, Rebecca takes a seat on the couch next to you, both of you stuffed and satisfied from dinner.

You don't know how you got on the subject, but Rebecca talks about Rupert and his new baby, how the funeral went and goes into a little about her divorce.

"No offence, but he sounds like such a dick." You say laughing, your cheeks flush from the wine.

"He really is." She says laughing.

"You know, you're not what I expected." You say.

She looks over at you.

"What does that mean?"

"I mean, when you first walked into my shop, you looked so, professional, I had a feeling there was more to you when you moaned at the biscuits" you laugh as you tease her "but you don't look like that kind of person. Does that make sense?"

"I guess."

"But I'm very happy that you're not what I expected, you're much more fun. I really like that you like me and the shop so much you're willing to come every morning. It means a lot. Plus, I like hanging out with you."

You look over at her and you feel your cheeks get red and you look down into you glass.

"I was worried when you didn't show up the other day, I thought either something happened or that I did something wrong. But then Ted told me what happened and my heart broke for you. I'm so sorry Rebecca."

You look up at her and she looks at you, your eyes meeting for a moment before she looks away.

"Thank you. My dad and I didn't have the best relationship, so it was strange, but my mum and I got the chance to get close again, so it was kind of nice actually."

She looks back up at you and you meet her gaze.

"Well I'm glad it ended up being a somewhat positive experience then." You say with a smile.

The knots in Rebecca's stomach tighten as your eyes meet. You slump into the couch and rest your head on her shoulder, you feel her relax as you lean into her, your body relaxes as well.

After a minute of you two sitting in silence, you look up at her and your eyes meet once more. Her eyes sparkle as they look into yours, the knots in her belly turn into butterflies as a flutter erupts in your chest. She slowly leans down and you meet her halfway and your lips meet for the first time. You feel a rush of energy in your heart while a sense of calm washes over your body at the same time. You reach up and place a hand on her cheek, stroking her soft, smooth skin with your thumb. You sit up more and she holds onto your waist, your other hand resting on her chest. You gently suck her bottom lip when it slips between yours and she lets out a small moan, you smile into the kiss as your tongue slides into her mouth. Your tongues dance around each other, exploring each others mouths. The kiss slows and you finally part.

You look into her emerald eyes and can't help but let out a small giggle.

"What?" She asks, her lips curling into a smile.

"Nothing, I just never thought in a million years this would have happened."

She smiles and pulls you in, placing a kiss on your head.

"Well, you do know I have a sweet tooth."

[bmyvalentin3]

holiday party

a/n" first tumblr fanfic! i'm originally from wattpad so bare with meeeee---also not really edited so yeah

details" au, no apocalypse, fluff, kissing, ... . .

pairing" customer!ellie x fem!reader

synopsis" after moving to colorado at the beginning of winter, you start a new job to pay all the new expenses. even though you were a newly hire, you settled quick at your job at the local coffee shop. turns out pretty women also came with the job.

¸.·✩·.¸¸.·¯⍣✩ let's begin ✩⍣¯·.¸¸.·✩·.¸

your sleep was rudely interrupted by your buzzing alarm as you blinked sleep away. your eyelids weighed down, tempting you to just... rest...

you jutted awake as a message buzzed through your phone. groaning mentally, you turned over, unlocking your phone. it was from your friend.

sarah ❤

good morning, work bestie! 6:32 am

girl get up your new job is on the line 6:35 am

you smiled as you slowly typed a response

(y/n)

im up 6:37 am

thanks <333 6:37 am

the winter air bit at your exposed skin as you mustered the strength to slip out of your bed. you walked into the kitchen, pouring some cereal for yourself. continuing your routine, you got a message from your manager, abby.

abby (work)

if no one informed you, you're opening the store. dina is opening with you. she has the keys. i'll be there around noon. 7:01 am

you frowned slightly. you were hoping for... well, you didn't exactly know what you were hoping for. maybe a manager a bit less dry?

(y/n)

thanks, abby. 7:05 am

you finished up your mascara and grabbed your keys. you locked your door, walked down the hallway, took the stairs, and got into your car in the apartment parking garage. the whole way you were shivering. by now the sun was up as you pulled into the back lot of the cafe.

the snow stuck to your boots the whole way, getting it in your car. you didn't care much, just rolled your eyes. you took the keys out of the car and took a deep breath, touching up your lip gloss. you pulled the handle and stepped out of your car, shutting the door, and locking it. dina was in her car next to yours, and you stepping towards her passenger side, tapping on her window gently. you smiled.

dina smiled, rolling down the window.

"hey! sorry, i'm in a bit of a hassle, do you mind opening the store?" she asked.

"yeah, no problem." you responded, taking the store keys from her outstretched hand.

your breath puffed like a cloud of smoke in front of you. you walked around the side of the shop, and made it to the employee side door. you unlocked it, turned off the alarm, shut the door behind you, and began setting up the small shop. frost edged the windows from the outside, adding a cool effect. you turned the hanging sign on the door to "open" and unlocked it.

dina stepped in the side door, walking to the employee's room. appearing a few minutes later in full shoppe attire. she smiled and you smiled back.

"okay, today is a slow day. good luck, y/n." she joked, preparing the machines.

"thanks, you'll need some too." i sighed contently as i wiped down the tables.

.·✩·.

"hey, welcome in." you say without looking up from the register. when you did, you were met with beautiful layered green eyes. damn, she's hot as fuck! you thought. you blinked nervously and looked down slightly.

"what can i getcha'?" speaking quietly, you slowly look back up at her eyes. she was looking at the menu. freckles littered her face. a scar on her right eyebrow was badass.

"i'll take a caramel latte." she spoke. her voice was raspy yet smooth, somehow. she looked back at your eyes and your heart skipped a beat. you clicked in the buttons on the machine.

"size?" you asked.

"small, please."

again, you clicked in the button and rang her up.

"$2.48 is your total today." you patiently watched her grab a card out of her wallet.

your fingers brushed as you pinched the debit card from her hand. ignoring the butterflies, you inserted it. the buzzing of the receipt printing filled the quiet cafe. you wrapped the receipt around her debit card and handed it back to her. you grabbed a size small cup and retrieved a sharpie from your apron.

"what's a good name for you?" you smiled.

"ellie." she responded.

your fingers felt warm as you wrote her name in your best handwriting, daring to put a little heart by it. shit, why did i do that?

"okay, i'll call your name when the drink is ready."

ellie nodded and went to go sit down and scroll on her phone.

i think i like her.

her eyes...

that half bun is sooo hot.

is she even into girls?

many thoughts swarmed your head as you finished her drink with whipped cream and some grid-patterned caramel topping. capping the drink, you placed it gently on the granite counter slightly higher than your working counter.

"ellie!" you called, hoping your voice wasn't weird or unattractive.

"thank you." she grabbed her drink, acknowledged the heart and smiled, glancing at you. when you made eye contact, she winked. the bell jingled as she left the shoppe.

she winked. oh my god!

before you could get too happy, your manager walked in. dina walked behind you and whispered in your ear.

"boss's here." she continued walking into the back.

turning around timidly, you were met with your manager, abby. she was taller than you and way, way stronger. looking up into the blonde's eyes, you quickly glanced away and turned back around to face the future customers.

"good morning, abby." you said nervously.

what you missed was a sly smirk from your manager.

"good morning. how has your first week been?" she walked closer.

you didn't dare to look back.

"it's been... eventful. i've settled well, though." you sputtered out. obviously, you didn't bring up ellie.

"good...good." abby spoke slowly. she walked behind and past you to the employee's room, brushing you slightly. you got the butterflies from the slight touch.

.·✩·.

days blurred into the next... they all seemed to be the same. wake up, go to work, pray that ellie would come back, avoid abby, finish the day, go home, relax. repeat. repeat. repeat.

today was different, however. tonight, starting at 5:30 pm, was the small town's holiday celebration. they place a tree in the middle, light it, sell hot chocolate, and there's an ice skating rink.

basically, the perfect winter date.

to backtrack, ellie came in twice over the past couple weeks of working. thanksgiving ended and it's around the 1st of december. over those two precious days, you managed to talk to her. and she talked to you. and you couldn't stop; nor her. seeing how she watched and listened to you... the way she talked, got slightly embarrassed about small little things... she's so cute.

on the second day she visited, she said something that would repeat in your head every night.

"y/n, do you want to go with me to the holiday kick off? it's our community's tradition. and, it's okay if you don't want to, it won't hurt my feelings, i-"

you smiled seeing her get all blushy and embarrassed.

"yeah, i'll go. with you." as these words left your mouth, she started smiling.

"then we'll call it a date." she smirked.

now it was your turn to get all red.

...

fast forward to you closing the coffee shop early for the celebration, ellie would pick you up. she wanted to drive around early to look at rich people's christmas lights and decorations.

just as you were going to pick up your phone, a car pulled up. you saw ellie smiling gently and waving you in. placing your little work bag by your feet, you got in the passenger seat.

"hi, ellie. again, thank you for doing this. it's sweet of you."

you were a little nervous getting into her car after only talking deeply once, but you felt safe with her.

"hey, you look great. festive." she pointed to your dangly earrings.

"awe, thanks. I got them back in my old home." you sighed contently. she glanced over at you as she pulled away.

"okay, so," she began speaking at a red light, "i'm taking you to the richest neighborhood here. you're going to love it." she had a soft smile. the sun had set already since it's winter, so darkness was spreading quickly.

"you look pretty today." she spoke softly, looking ahead at the road. you blushed immediately.

"thank you ellie. by the way, i only let hot girls take me out, so..." you were suddenly interested in your nails. she blushed.

.·✩·.

"here we are." she slowed down as she pulled on the street. houses glowed magically. many had the moving lights that projected snowflakes and santa hats.

"it gorgeous." you whispered. she drove slowly, letting you look around.

"how can they afford all this?"

"no clue." she sighed.

as the pulled out of the neighborhood, she drove towards the square.

"have you ice skated before?" you look at her. she glances at you, then stares back on the road.

"i have. you?"

"damn, i haven't. maybe we can just... skip that event.." you smiled nervously.

"i'll make sure you're okay. okay?" she looked over at you full on, placing her hand on your thigh gently. you internally freaked out, heat pooling at the bottom of your torso.

"k." you said breathlessly. she smirked, turning to the road, knowing she made you slip up. to push you even farther, she started rubbing gently and slowly up and down your thigh. your cheeks blushed and tingles were left where she touched.

.·✩·.

"come on! we're going to be late for the tree lighting!" she hurried you along as she opened the passenger door for you.

"thanks, gentleman." you smirked, stepping out of the car.

"anytime, pretty woman." she smirked back, winking.

you let ellie drag you to the town square where the large tree was being lit. many other people were already. your nose and cheeks were red and your breath came out as smoke in the frosty air. ellie mirrored your cold looks.

"let me buy you some hot cocoa, yeah?" she brushed a piece of your cold hair behind your reddening ear. you blushed, but the frost camouflaged you.

"yeah, that'd be nice." you giggled quietly. christmas music sang from the multiple speakers around the gathering. she snuck her hand around your waist as you walked together. you were flustered, to say the least.

"hey, what can i getcha?" the employee asked you two as you arrived the stand.

"two hot cocoas, please." ellie smiled, her hand placement on you signaling you were hers tonight. and ellie hopes she can make you hers forever on.

ellie payed and soon the burning hot cocoa was in your hands. you bathed in the warmth. sipping it, you sighed.

"that's good. thank you so much, ellie. for everything." you thanked her.

"it's no problem, really. i was lucky enough to even get you free tonight. i wouldn't be surprised if you had girls in your dms, pretty lady." she smirked, looking straight on at you. you reddened, looking away while sipping your cocoa.

"no, i actually don't have any girls in my dms, much to your disappointment. i haven't gone on a date in a little bit, actually." you said quietly. her eyebrows rose in surprise.

"really? you're lying."

"no, i'm not lying." i responded.

"oooookay then..." she said in a jokingly distrusting voice.

"ho, ho, ho! look at these lovely girls over here! merry christmas!" a jolly person dressed in a santa costume boomed. he was old, but was a cute little guy. you giggled, smiling.

"so festive here." you look back over to ellie, and she's watching you.

"goddamn, you're so cute." she kissed your cheek, leaving you blushy and giggley.

"ladies and gentlemen, if you have children who would like to meet santa, his booth is open! these nice elves over here will show you through the process. thank you." a person on the speakers spoke happily.

"what next?" you yawned, covering your mouth. ellie brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear.

"don't get too tired, cutie. come over here, i wanna show you something..."

.·✩·.

"thank you ellie. this has been the best night since i moved here." you stood with ellie at the entrance to the event. she looked deeply into your eyes.

"of course. thanks for giving me a chance. now let's get in my car, i'm cold." she smirked. you nodded, shivering.

"yes, please."

the heat took a few minutes to warm up, but when it did, both you and ellie sighed in relief.

"want me to take you home?" she looked at you, glancing at your lips.

"i mean, yeah..." you say reluctantly.

"you look so..." she trailed off.

you looked up at her, confused.

"i look...?" you started getting a little self-conscious.

"kissable. can i?" she was practically burning holes into your lips.

you nodded slowly.

"please."

ellie leaned in, capturing your lips perfectly. she laid her hands on the sides of your head, guiding you gently. you both got in sync, letting your bodies take the lead. she licked your bottom lip, asking silently for access. you open your mouth a crack desperately. she tangled her tongue with yours, eventually taking dominance. she pushed into you slightly, exploring your mouth.

after a while of kissing and quiet noises, ellie broke away, smirking.

"you taste delicious." she licked your lipgloss from her own lips. you were trying not to take ellie's comment in a dirty way.

"cat got your tongue?" she held eye contact with you.

"uh, no." you blinked finally, a blush coming across your face as you touched your lips.

"that was.. really nice." you avoided eye contact with ellie. she just had a cocky smirk on her face.

"yeah, i know. now let's get you home, baby."

[grandmother-goblin]

writing patterns tag game

Rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Tagged by @razrogue (Ahhh thank you so much for tagging me!)

I don't have 10 fics so I'll post what I have and some WIPs!

Field Study (Astarion x Female!Tav, Astarion's POV, NSFW): Fear had a way of leaving scars on the mind like blows left bruises and cuts on the skin. No amount of wine could wash away his nightmare, but that did not stop Astarion from trying.

Simple Magic (Gale x Female!Tav, Gale's POV, NSFW): A quiet knock on the door to his room pulled Gale out of the book he was reading. He bookmarked his page with a Sorcerer's Sundries receipt and got to his feet, his muscles aching from hours of disuse. “Just a moment,” he called and stretched his arms above his head, trying to wake his body.

When Soap Isn't Enough (Astarion x Female!Tav, Astarion's POV, SFW): Astarion tilted his head back onto the lip of the bathtub and closed his eyes, enjoying the heat of the clean water and the soothing aroma of lavender scented bath oil. It was technically his second bath of the evening. The first one had been dedicated to ridding himself of so much filth he was surprised he was allowed through the doors of the Elfsong. The second was just for his own sanity.

Savoring the Sunrise (Astarion x Female!Tav, Astarion's POV, NSFW): Mornings had quickly become Astarion’s favorite time of day ever since he could stand in the sun once more. Sunrise used to mean running indoors or underground, or tiptoeing through shadows. It used to spell the end of his tireless nights slaving for Cazador and the beginnings of his daily torment. Dawn used to be just another bitter reminder of the endless cycle of his inescapable hell. Now it meant so much more.

The Best Kind of Gift (Gale x Female!Tav, Gale's POV, NSFW): Four hours ago. Gale was supposed to have been home four hours ago.

Just Watch the Fireworks (Astarion x Female!Reader, Reader's POV, NSFW): Firework shows over Grey Harbor happened only a couple of times a year in Baldur’s Gate. Bright, massive, loud displays that boomed over the whole city and illuminated the night sky in dazzling arrays of colors and lights.

Apotheosis (Halsin x Female!Tav, Dual POV, NSFW): It was only a week ago that Halsin was convinced that Zilvira was interested in him. There hadn’t been a single shadow of doubt in his mind. In fact, it would have been difficult for him to believe she wasn’t interested in him. That knowledge wasn’t just ego or vanity talking: it was years of experience.

WIP! Enough Time for Us (Wyll x Female!Reader, Reader's POV, NSFW): “You should have seen them, Alfira!” Lakrissa said far too loudly. She clumsily set her empty goblet of wine down on the table you shared with her, Alfira, and Wyll. “You’re going to have to write a song about this. Maybe two. I don’t think all of their heroics could fit into just one.” The light from the glowing hearth in the middle of Last Light Inn gave Lakrissa a mischievous glint to her eyes that told you everything you needed to know: she was trying to embarrass you.

WIP! Spikes, Scales and... Shovel (Wyll x Female!Tav, Tav's POV, SFW): “When do we kill ‘em?” Shovel asked, her big, black, bug-like eyes gazing up at Klixic with all the innocence of a puppy begging for a piece of chicken. “There’s even little tiefs. Just a tiny murder? Please? Shovel has been so good.”

Personally, I don't see too much of a pattern, but maybe I'm just blind to it because I'm the writer lol

I don't know who to tag for this that hasn't already been tagged! Tagging anyone who wants to do this (tag me if you do so I can see)!

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Let Us Ease Your Aching Heart

This is filthy, utterly filth in less than 2,000 words and I'm both very sorry and not at all. @sadandgeek I'm back on the Juice train.

Sons of Anarchy Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, smut (oral sex M and F receiving, fingering, P in V, MFM threesome, dom/sub dynamics, aftercare) Brief mentions of bisexuality.

1,967 words

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After Chibs' divorce from Fionna is finalised, you and Juice find a way to help him.

You were laying in bed with your head on Juice's chest, out of breath and covered in sweat from your lastest roll in the sheets. Juice's hand was running up and down your back softly while he went over his day in a gentle but worn out tone.

"Gemma was so pissed, I have no idea how Kip managed to spill a whole pot of coffee over the original receipts but he did." You shook your head as best as you, "poor Kip, are you sure Clay didn't put him up to it to avoid tax?" Juice huffed, "maybe, you know what he's like."

"Yeah, a cheap bastard. You know he asked me if I could work the bar, for free drinks?" Juice squeezed your shoulder, "sorry about that, he doesn't really think your profession is all that important, everyone else does if that makes you feel better."

You shifted and kissed his chin, "how's Chibs going?" Juice gave you a sad smile, "not good, he's still waiting for his kid to call." You pressed a kiss to his chest, "I feel so sorry for him, do you know why Fionna asked for a divorce after all this time?" He shrugged, "no idea, but I have an idea on how we might make him feel better."

"Hey brother." Chibs look up from his lunch, "yeah?" Juice sat down opposite of him, "so, y/n and I were talking and had no idea, you can say no. Would you like to join us in bed sometime?" Chibs' eyes went wide, "what?" Juice smiled softly, "would you like to have sex with my old lady?"

Chibs choked on his meal, "umm, are you serious?" Juice nodded, "yep. Don't worry, she's just as into it as I am. She waiting for your call." The moment Chibs had a free moment, he called you.

"Hey Chibby, I'm guessing Juice talked to you?" He grunted, "yeah. If I said yes, how would it work?" He sounded curious, "well, the three of us would spend the day together, then have dinner, then what happens happens. You can pull out at any time, nothing will change and the offer will still be on the table."

"Ok Lass, I'll bite. How does Sunday sound?" You smiled, "Sunday is great."

******

Sunday came in a rush of excitement, Chibs showing up at your door at eleven that morning for a picnic in the park. "Hey" Juice opened the door and welcomed him into your home, "hey Chibby, you want some coffee?" He nodded and you poured him a cup.

Twenty minutes later, you were leaving for the park. "Have you guys done this before?" You shook your head, "yes and no, you're the first man we've done it with. I'm very discerning when bringing a third into our bedroom. If we work well together you are more than welcome to join more often and if not, we shrug if off and stay friends."

Chibs nodded, "I like that. Did you make this cake?" You pointed at Juice, "team effort, but I did most of it." He smiled, "I think you guys are that way with most things." You nodded, "yeah, we are."

The day went on, you talked about everything and anything, then dinnertime arrived, "nope, guest or not, you've got to help or you don't eat. Now chop the vegtables."

You sat down at the table with the food in front of you, the air changing by the second. "You still interested in spending time with me?" Chibs nodded, "hell yeah, are you?" You smiled, "yep, how we do it is your choice. You can just watch me and Juice or he can watch us or you can jump in and have fun, it's your choice."

Chibs smiled, "I think I'd like to take an active role." You bit your lower lip, "great, shall we head to the bedroom?"

*******

You sat Chibs on the bed while Juice sat on a chair close by, Chibs reaching up to run his hands up your torso as you took your top off. Chibs took in the bruises littering your body, fingertips, love bites, hickeys, "oh Lassie." You smiled, "Juice is a lot meaner than he looks, will you be nice to me?"

He smiled, "of course Lass, I'll be as sweet as pie." Juice pressed his lips together, "go for it brother." Chibs pulled you down onto his lap, reaching up to hold your face while he kissed you.

His kisses were different from Juice's, more assertive, his hands less careful. You unbuttoned your jeans and stepped back, pulling them off and kicking them away.

Chibs was staring at you, licking his lips as you ran your hands over your body, "are you still interested?" He smiled and reached out, "of course I am, you're gorgeous." You sat back on his lap and he pulled your panties off. They were both still fully clothed and there was something about being naked while they weren't that made everything so much hotter.

"You can touch her, soft at first, because you want to be nice." You could hear the smile in Juice's voice as Chibs reached out to run his hand from your knee to your inner thigh to your core. He let out a grunt as his fingertips touch you, "shit you're wet." You smiled softly, "you don't need to be so gentle." Chibs chuckled, "alright then."

"Don't let her boss you around brother, this is about you." Chibs' smile was a little mean this time, "you're right Juicy." His other hand reached up to hold your face in his hands, moving your head so you couldn't look away, "get on your knees for me?" You nodded and sunk down to the floor and popped open his jeans then pulled his hard cock out of his underwear.

"Like what you see?" You nodded, "then get to it Lass." You could hear Juice shifting in the chair, when you looked over, he was stroking his cock as you leaned down to lick Chibs. You placed a kitten lick on the head while his hands moved to rub your shoulders in a reassuring gesture.

"Don't tease y/n, you should know how we treat a guest." You turned your head to Juice and smiled, "I'm sorry." You went back to Chibs and sucked his cock into your mouth while you used your hand to roll his balls, "fuck, just like that." You did as he asked, bobbing your head as you ran your tongue along the shaft.

Chibs pulled you off, "I wasn't done." He smiled down at you, "I think your old man is feeling a little neglected." When you looked over at Juice, his eyes were hooded and his cock was leaking, "get on the bed."

You raced to get to your feet and do as he asked, Juice coming over to shove you down, "what do you want?" You smiled, "whatever you want." Juice mirrored your smile, climbing on top of you while gesturing to Chibs to join him on the bed.

"You wanna get her ready for us?" Chibs smiled and ran a hand from your ankle to your core, "my pleasure brother." He looked at you for consent and you nodded as his fingertips landed on your clit, rubbing in small circles.

Juice grabbed your face and kissed you, his hand coming to grab your breasts. You gasped as Chibs slid two long fingers inside you, crooking them to rub your G-spot. "Oh my God." Chibs smiles, "like that?" You moaned and Juice chuckled, "I think she wants you to slow down." You grunted, "please don't." Juice chuckled again, "she's close, do you think she deserves to cum?" Chibs dropped his head and sucked your clit into his mouth while sliding another finger inside you.

"I told her I'd be nicer than you. you can let go lass." He dropped his head again and pressed your G-spot harder, his other arm coming to hold your hips down as you came around his fingers.

"Thank you." Chibs smiled, "aren't you polite." Juice chuckled, "she is very well behaved when she wants to be. Would you like to have her first?" Chibs shed his clothes in a rush, then hovered above you with his weight on his elbows. Juice stripped his clothes and stood in front of you, then he was grabbing his cock and bringing it to your face, "you right to do two things a once?"

You nodded, "yes please." He nodded to Chibs who lifted your legs over his hips and shifted so he could press his cock against your entrance, with one last nod for you, he slid inside you. You gasped as he felt him fill you, again, it was different from Juice, not better, just different. "Please." Juice took that as his cue to ran a thumb over your lips to get you to take his cock in his mouth, moaning as the wet heat surrounded him.

"Fuck she's tight." Juice grunted, "what till she comes, you feel like you brain's going to leak out of your ears." That caused Chibs to double down, his fingers coming to rub your clit while you sucked Juice's cock in earnest. Juice was grunting and whispering praises at you, just loud enough for Chibs to hear, "you're such a good girl for us, I know how hard you're trying to give us whatever we want." You moaned around his, the vibrations making him grunt.

He started to thrust in time with Chibs then tapped your cheek to signal for you to stop, as you pulled back, he spoke to Chibs, "you wanna swap?" Chibs grunted and pulled out and you whimpered as he and Juice switched places, Juice lifting your legs onto his shoulders and sliding inside you while Chibs ran his hand over your cheek.

You opened your mouth and Chibs slid inside, "God, I can't decide whether I love her mouth or her cunt more." Juice chuckled, "well, you're going to have plenty of time to decide." The next few minutes was nothing but bliss, then Chibs was grunting like an animal, "can I come on your face?" You nodded and he pulled away, stroking his cock until you felt his cum hit your face.

With all your attention now on Juice, he thrust harder until he was slamming into you with each punch of his hips. "Juice, I'm close." He grunted, "I know pretty girl, let go for me." You were powerless to resist as you clenched around him, Juice following you into bliss seconds later.

Juiced smiled down at you and ran his hand up your waist, "I'll get something to clean us up, you rest here with Chibs." A few minutes later, he came back with two warm, damp hand towels, handing one to Chibs who wiped your face while Juice wiped you over, chuckling as you jumped with sensitivity.

Chibs suddenly seemed unsure, "you can stay if you want, I want you to." he looked over at Juice who smiled, "I want you to stay too, but no pressure." Chibs smiled and settled into bed next to you, Juice climbing in on the other side after throwing the towels in the hamper.

"Did you have fun?" He smiled, "of course I did Lass, I'd have you again if that's what you and Juice want." Juice pulled you into his chest while Chibs settled behind you, "we're good with that."

Juice pressed a kiss to your forehead while Chibs wrapped his arms around your body and pressed his chest to your back, "I could get used to this." They laughed at your sleepy tone, "yeah, so could I." There was a second of silence waiting for Chibs to respond.

"Then it's settled then."

Part 2

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[acefaun]

COME BACKKKK! * sobs *

You gotta excuse me this time. 🥺 I started my new job and they gave me full time instead of part time so I'm struggling to cope. It's not bad, just not what I came here expecting nor asked for. But it's the holidays, so I've been trying to put up witb it to help out. And my chronic pain refuses to cooperate with me. My joints have been inflamed for a week now. My body refuses to do what my mind logically understands someone at my age should be physically capable of(ex. standing for 9 hours straight).

So I finally accepted my doctor's offer of medicine to control the pain.

But. The side effect is hallucination. And I was like "The chances are so slim that I'll be one of the few actually affected." I WAS WRONG. Today was my first day on the new medicine and the doctor said "Take one pill to start, not all three, so you can slowly introduce the medicine to your body so you don't have a harsh reaction."

So I took one.

BUT I HALLUCINATED.

I woke up in a cold sweat dude. It was scary. But I gotta tell you the whole story about why I was scared shitless.

So in this hallucination, I was pulling on something very harshly. To me? I was pulling a LONG bag of potatoes. Very long. But it was stuck on something and it wasn't letting me pull it.

Then, I looked at the guy who brough the potatoes, getting nervous because he was watching me and waiting for his total to check out.

Problem was, I couldn't get the potatoes unstuck, THEN I realized the potatoes were missing!!! I couldn't sell this dude an empty bag! So I started tussling with the bag, searching helplessly for this man's potatoes. AND THEN I realized I lost the receipt! And it was stuck to the bag for the potatoes, so I was scratching to get it off while fumbling around for a potato.

I was getting so scared that I wouldn't be able to give this guy the reciept for the lost potatoes that he bought, that I was sweating panicked.

But when I sort of "woke up" from the hallucination , I was just sitting up in my bed and I asked out loud "Where'd the potatoes go...?" Then I had the bright idea to turn my lamp on so I could see the potatoes better.

Only to realize... There were no potatoes. There was no bag. And there was no man. I had only been pulling on my blanket the entire time... And the reason the "bag of potatoes" was "stuck" is because my blanket is tucked between my mattress and the wall... And thus the impatient sir's potatoes wouldn't come undone.

So, please excuse me. New job and new medicine and I'm apparently stressed about potatoes and missing reciepts. 😭

I'm kind of scared to go back to sleep because I don't want to fight with more potatoes. 😵‍💫 or worse. It's almost 2 in the morning and I'm distressed at the moment. And hungry. I'm hungry. But not for potatoes. 😰

I hope that... explains how life is going for the moment. 😅 I haven't been writing or drawing much, but you can feel free to ask whatever and I might get to answer. Maybe if I keep doing what I'm doing, I'll slowly but surely have something more interesting and fandom related than a medical hallucination to post. 😚

[taughtdefense]

sender  is  found  drunk  by  receiver .

when you were rudely pulled out of your slumber by the clearly-drunken barrage of texts, emoji spam, & a few missed phone calls from an unregistered number at two in the morning ( on a friday morning, no less ), you were half-tempted to throw your phone out the window, then run it over several times with your car. you almost did when you realized that the texts were from robby. he's clearly pretty hammered. you haven't actively responded to any of his messages, but you'd read the texts with bleary, anger-filled eyes, something he's probably aware of because you have your read receipts on. it didn't take long for the annoyance-anger-bitterness-numbness you'd been subject to wallowing in ever since he joined cobra kai to weave its way through your bloodstream, & sink uncomfortably into your bone marrow. you do your best to ignore it, but that was hard when it was all you felt while tossing on a jacket & sweatpants, ran a comb through your hair, brushed your teeth, & grabbed your car keys, put your earplugs in, shoved the white case into the back pocket of your jeans.

the next phone call makes your phone buzz, but you let it go to voicemail again as you take the stairs down to the first floor of the apartment building.

you send him a single text as you open the door to your rolls royce.

[ to robby: ↪ i'll be there in 25. ]

short, clipped, & to the point. with no emojis. if hawk saw your reply, he'd be grimacing, & miguel would be already be praying for robby's safety. there's barely any point in talking to him face-to-face anymore when he's like this ( in cobra kai? drunk? both?), so you have zero intention to say more than a few words to him. you plan on dropping him off to johnny's apartment, & that'll be it. you can go back to goddamn sleep.

the drive to the bar is dead silent. this bar is almost a half-hour drive from your apartment building - you used your eldritch senses to pinpoint the exact dive bar he'd walked into in the valley. if he asks, you'll say you got lucky & picked one at random. he probably won't remember half of the texts he sent in the morning, anyway. your phone is on goddamned fire in the pocket of your black hoodie the longer he continues to spam you every few minutes. you don't read them.

you get there in 26. there was no traffic.

you park in front of the bar & hop out, walking into the bar. like you expected, it's not fantastic, & it's small. cramped. there's only a few night-owls here, two bartenders, & of course, @taughtpain.

you find him sitting at the bar. you're half-tempted to just grab his shoulder & steer him out of there. you approach him from the side rather than from his back, placing an arm on the bar in front of you to let him know it's you. if you move your hand at the correct angle, the zipper of your leather jacket's arm glints faintly in the low light. you take a look at what he's drinking, then look at the bartender. indifference flashes across your eyes for a millisecond, even if you clock something immediately, because you're you. if you squint, he very faintly looks like your vessel. a few years older, maybe. he's nowhere near as tall, but the only people who match your height are an evil karate sensei &, like, four of your friends: ciro, shadow, icarus & charlie.

❝ robby. ❞ you greet, annoyance clear in your clipped, cold tone. you keep your distance from him, & you don't touch him. you don't know how he'll react to that, & you really don't feel like fighting him when he's drunk off his ass. you don't really feel like touching him in general. how you look at him now is a far cry from how you did when he was in miyagi-do with you, sam, & emma, & everyone else. the love whatever you held towards him then is dead now. you hold zero positive emotions towards him, but that annoyance-anger-bitterness-numbness combination still lingers.

your face is set in a hard, emotionless mask, despite the semi-dark circles underneath your eyes. you glance at the bartender when he clears his throat, grabbing your attention.

❝ your boyfriend's been here for a few hours now. ❞ the bartender says to you, nodding at robby. he's cleaning a glass with a dish towel. you glance sharply at him, eyes immediately turning cold.

❝ not his boyfriend. not even his friend anymore, ❞ you respond, words entirely devoid of emotion. you don't really sound like yourself, either. dark brown eyes take a second to briefly move, looking at the nametag pinned on his t-shirt, ❝ jordan. ❞ the other raises his free hand in surrender, then goes back to work. the lights flicker once, but you ignore it. the patrons just thinks its the shitty lighting; the lights always flicker here. you glance at robby, a little dismissively. ❝ i'll take you back to your dad's. ❞ you say nothing more to him. you pull out your wallet from your pocket, putting down ten crisp twenty dollar bills onto the bar, pushing them towards the bartender without another word.

[fnaf-possession-au]

That was quite the curiousity to hear, but i'd give Dylan his own space.

Hearing the party mom doing the karen thing, it did grind me the wrong way, when i heard Vincent ask the question, i replied "I think i'll wait. Your hands seems to be full at the moment.".

Listening to the further to the karen, a different idea came up, though i wasn't sure if i should follow through with it, Vincent was already having enough on his plate, as tempting as it was. The idea itself was basically to use Anon Magic to take the appearence of a manager, take the karen to a different room and basically eat her, but now with Scott here, they might have a bit more logical idea and i'd not have to spent a ballet to reform her later either.

Scott entered the scene, "What seems to be the problem?" "This purple menace was trying to rob me blind by just shooting a random number off the top of his head." Vincent took a deep breath, "She ordered two pitchers of drinks, two half and half pizzas and a size of an item that's not even on the menu, but was easy enough for me to make in the kitchen since we did have the ingredients and I was willing to be accommodating because her child because they were being so polite up until this point."

Scott looked over, "Ok... Vincent did you use the P.O.S. system?" "No. I didn't... mainly because I work here and I know the prices of everything by memory, and have been keeping track with a single ticket and added to it every time they ask for a new food item." "Well, I see what's going on here... Vincent, you need to go use the P.O.S. system, make sure everything is accounted for so the lovely lady here can get the bill that she rightly deserves."

Vincent nodded, "Of course, I should have just done that from the start." He replied, as he removes the sticky note to remind him not to use it, and places it under the counter out of sight. He punches in the the amounts, "So two pitchers, two half and half two topping pizzas, a box of fries, and a cup of extra shredded cheese with two double burgers worth of patties for the custom order cheese burger fries, comes out to a grand total off..." He paused as the receipt printed out. "$ 420.69... what a fair price compared to the number I pulled out of thin air.."

The karen looked flabbergasted, looking pale in the face. "..." Scott looking over trying to hide his pleasant mood, "Is there a problem?" "There is no way that is the correct price."

"... but I thought you wanted the price the P.O.S system was giving you because mine was just pulled out of thin air." Vincent replied, with a smile on his face. "I will not stand for being gaslight, I will be telling everyone to never come to this establishment again," she huffed out, "We're leaving!" She left out the door, ushering out the small part of children to the minivan, who looked pretty bummed they didn't get to stay longer, on kids muttering around "god your mom's a bitch" and "this is why we can't have nice things parker."

Her tired looking husband looked over toward them. "I'll cover the cost of the food, just please don't call the cops." "Oh, it's no worries, the price is actually $55.99... the P.O.S. has been busted since this morning... but what ever that creature was that took the place of the nice lady I was talking with this morning didn't let me get a chance to explain that I had to do the math myself." Vincent replied.

"Ahh ok. Thank you, I'm really sorry again." "Oh, its no problem, you're the one who married her... I wish you the best.... oh and I'd say maybe to win some brownie points you could say you haggled us down, but honestly looking sole crushingly broke would probably work out better for her attitude adjustment unless you haven't gone paperless with your banking.... and if she wants a divorce whole hardly accept and get a custody lawyer before she gets on if you want your children raised right." Vincent replied with a wave, as he huffed going to get the party tabled cleaned off now.

"Cheers mate. Thanks for the advice." The tired husband paid and gave a wave and headed out toward the van.

[liibrii]

Miya!Reader x Miyas

Synopsis: Nothing simpler than grocery shopping. Right? 

wc: 1.2k

a part of The third Miya series

a/n: Miyas are pure chaos and I’m here for it. If you wanna be tagged in the coming scribbles lemme know and as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! 

One thing was sure; every single time you were sent to get groceries Osamu got lost somewhere between entering the store and the first shelf. Years of being used to it and you still worry, knowing better than anyone he always follows his nose rather than his eyes; though ever since the mango incident you'd rather no one knew you are related. 

And after all, he is like a cat, aloof and distant until food came into picture and he winds his way between your legs till he either gets what he wants or you end up flat on your face. And he still gets what he wants.

Atsumu on the other hand, is a parrot. A colourful, obnoxiously loud parrot who always wants whatever is in your hands, not caring what you knock over trying to keep your small treasures from his grabby little claws. Or, hands.

The current treasure in question being the shopping list. It's been a long time since you stood a chance against Atsumu when it came to pure pulling strength and the unfortunate victim to experience it is, well are, the two pieces of paper in yours and his hand. “Great,“ you say, “if we forget to buy anythin' I'm blamin' ya.“

“This wouldn't have happened if ya just gave me the damn paper in the first place,“ huffs Atsumu.

You stuff the torn piece of paper in your pocket. “Where's Samu?“

“What am I? His babysitter?“

“No, that honour would be mine,“ you dead pan to his snarky question. Throwing a quick glance up and down the aisle you fail to notice your other brother between the customers. Well, whatever. He'll show up sooner or later. So you return your attention to tooth paste. Dad likes the blue one. Only there are at least four different blue ones.

“Just take the cheapest.“

“That one's digustin’.“

“If we buy the cheaper stuff we'll have more money left over to buy snacks!“

“Ooo,“ your eyes widen as you do the quick math, “Tsumu yer so smart!“ You grab two of the cheapest tubes. “Maybe we can even get Samu-nii to make us some onigiri...“ The mere thought of them makes your mouth water.

“Samu-nii?“ he frowns. “Ya never call me that.“

“Ya lost that privilege when ya framed me for eatin' his puddin'. We should get some hair dye too. Yer roots are starting to show.“ No way are you going to let your brother walk around with roots showing. Oh no. Not under your watch.“Maybe some purple shampoo but I don't see it anywhere...“

“What for?“

“So we can get ya a real nice platinum colour.“

“Nah, I like the one I have.“

You straighten up and give him a look of disbelief. “It's yellow.“

“Gold! It's gold! 'Cause I'm a champion!“

Right. “Whatever you need to tell yerself little brother.“

While he hisses back insults, because he's the oldest and how dare you disrespect him in the 7-Eleven of all places, you try to remember what the next thing on the shopping list was. Shampoo, right, check, dad's favourite shaving cream is already in the cart, as is deodorant you've gotten in a fight over with Atsumu just a minute ago (“I want this one!“

 “Tsumu this one stinks like a teenage boy who hasn't showered in a week.“ 

“I AM A TEENAGE BOY!”). You should take one for Osamu too. Their morning squabbles weren't how you liked starting your day, not that a single deodorant would stop that but one can dream, right? Speaking of which, slowly it would be time to start looking for your always hungry triplet. Still ignoring Atsumu you head towards the food section.

Here's the thing about parrots. Just like cats they want attention when you have something more important to do. A cat will nudge you, lay over your books or keyboard or whatever you might be doing at the moment, maybe dug its claws in your leg or just straight up refuse to leave no matter how many times you push it away. A parrot on the other hand, will perch itself on your shoulder and scream till you give it what it wants.

That's what Atsumu is doing at the moment. Well, not the screaming part, though his blabbering is just as annoying. He's leaning on your shoulder, flicking your ear while you compare the prices of bonito flakes. “Stop that.“

“I'm gonna get chips.“

“Wait for-“

He's already walking away, pushing the cart and whistling, so you roll your eyes and return your attention back to the packages. Which one did mom say tasted weird again?

Here's another thing about parrots. As innocent as they may look to some, they do love creating this thing called chaos. And here's the thing about chaos. Unlike some other things it's worse in small dosages, because in small dosages it's funny.  For example, a parrot filling your shoe with sunflower seeds.

Or a golden haired boy filling the shopping cart with bags of chips. There's barely enough space for those three packages in your arms.

“Mom's gonna go ballistic if we buy so much chips,“ you say looking at Atsumu trying to stuff one more bag in the cart.

“We'll just pay separately.“

Oh right. You could do that. And this time not fail to forget taking the receipt out of the bag before dad finds it. While Atsumu tries to decide which package of crab chips to take next (as if he could cram one more in the cart) you sneak in some small packets of super sour candy. For later. You never knew when Samu will itch and go through your secret stash.

As if he smelled you're collecting ingredients for a trap his gray hair appears on the other side of the aisle. “What's with all that?“ he asks when he sees half the cart is filled with snacks.

“Supplies.“

Osamu puts his hands in pockets. “Put them back.“

You blink. Twice. Then glance over at Atsumu who looks just as shocked as you. He narrows his eyes and pinches Osamu's cheek. “Ya feelin' alright Samu? Got fever?“ Osamu swats his hand away. “Who are ya and what have ya done with our brother?“

And his hands are empty too... The only time Osamu didn't come back carrying a bunch of food was when you were shopping at a shoe store.

“If we don't buy snacks we can get sushi,“ he says with an expression that clearly asks how you two idiots couldn't work that out on your own.

“Oooo,“ both your and Atsumu's eyes widen in awe. You could get sushi. You both look at all the tasty, tasty snacks in the cart. Sushi... Or maybe ramen. A new restaurant did open up the street just last month. But then you'll have no goodies for later... But it's sushi.

“Alright, I'll get these back!“ Atsumu grabs the bags and stacks them back on the shelf.

“Hey! I haven't agreed yet!“ you protest.

Osamu pats your shoulder. “Two to one.“

You roll your eyes. It wasn't the rule of 'two over one' overruling whatever your answer was going to be, it was more you hate being the losing one. Even when you get a reward. Even when the reward is tasty food. 

At least mom's paying.

tagging: @espressons​

[applejongho]

cherry on top | choi jongho

genre: fluff, realistic fiction, humor

character: starbucks employee!jongho

description: Jongho has an interesting run-in with a Karen during his shift at Starbucks.

word count: 2k

warnings: mild swearing

author’s note: jongho as a coffee barista was swimming in my mind for quite some time, so here he is. 

masterlist here!

There was something about that coffee stain on Jongho's employee shirt that made it impossible to get rid of. It was likely the mix of the ingredients that had stacked the receipt when it was printed, but Jongho couldn't help but feel she had somehow planned this as he scrubbed harder with bleach.

Jongho wouldn't have guessed the day to turn out as it did, but maybe he should have. Working with the public was always a gamble, but Jongho's optimism blinded him. Most customers were nice enough. Most customers gave a smile when he handed them their overpriced coffee. There weren't too many comments about his red and black hair, and he could shrug off all of them. The compliments were what he remembered.

The day started off normally - with Jongho's coworkers nudging him towards the mound of bagged coffee beans. "I could do it myself, but you just do it quicker, you know?" One of his coworkers had whined, twirling a piece of curly hair around her finger. "It" was picking up the bags of coffee beans to put into the grinder, and Jongho didn't mind it.  As he slung a bag over his shoulder with ease and glanced at her, he could swear her face flushed. Perhaps it was just the sun. The sun hit her face like that when he broke apples in half with his bare hands too. It was strange how the universe liked her like that.

After his bean tasks, Jongho took to the drive-thru of the coffee shop. He was told he had a nice voice, but he doubted he sounded that heavenly through a cheap speaker that hadn't been changed for five years. Nonetheless, Jongho enjoyed doing the drive-thru and taking orders. When there were multiple drive-thru lanes open, he would challenge his coworkers to see who could get through orders the fastest. This caused him and his coworkers to resent vans - vans almost always meant there was a large order - a sure loss, unless Jongho's fingers could learn to dance very quickly on the ordering screen.

Taking orders via the drive thru took up his morning, and then he was released for his lunch break. His coworkers had become accustomed to bringing him apples for the sole purpose of him to break them. He didn't mind, and it allowed him to be more comfortable with his coworkers because he could sometimes be shy. "Is that why part of your hair is red?" A coworker had asked him one day after he had broken multiple apples in a row. Jongho shook his head.

"No. Just red," he shrugged, ignoring his coworker's eyebrow raise. "I just like the color red." He thought he looked good with it.

But not everyone agreed - there were some customers that liked to point it out, like he had never seen himself in a reflection before. "You missed the roots," an older woman had told him at the register and gestured to his hair. Jongho added fifty cents to her order.

But for this day in particular, his hair was the reason for his downfall. For the latter half of the day, Jongho would be at the register. He yearned to be in the bar making drinks because it could become so mindless at points, but he was placed in front of the register before he could say anything. He assumed it was because he was the longest working employee out of the staff today, and Jongho vaguely remembered a newbie was working with him. He guessed the manager didn't want them at the register. The register wasn't much different than the drive thru, but there was something about actually seeing the customer or touching their cash or credit card that made it not enjoyable for Jongho.

About an hour into working at the register, Karen walked in. Jongho saw her and his stomach dropped. She looked exactly like a Karen should look: bobbed blonde hair with caramel highlights that were too dark, opaque and round sunglasses, an obnoxiously pink phone case, and a tacky red American flag shirt that said something about how America was blessed. Jongho knew he shouldn't judge people so quickly, but he had dealt with this breed of women before. He had to brace himself for the worst and the unexpected.

"Hello, ma'am," he said cheerfully when Karen got to the front of the line. Her dark sunglasses obscured her eyes, but she was clearly paying attention to her phone instead of him. She suddenly realized she was in Starbucks and lifted up her glasses. She took one look at Jongho's name tag.

"Hello, John," she said, and Jongho had to bite his tongue to keep from making a noise.

"Jongho," he said.

"John," she continued, and listed off her order, Jongho begrudgingly typing it in as she spoke. It's not that hard of a name, he thought to himself as he kept typing. Why was Karen's order so long? Jongho kept translating her vegan, dairy-free, blood-of-firstborn, extra-expresso venti iced coffee into the system until she stopped talking, and even then she wasn't done.

"So is everyone your age just dying their hair like that?" Karen said without prologue. "I'd never let my kid dye their hair like that. It's so unprofessional."

"Thank you," Jongho said, dodging the question and not wanting to provoke her. He hoped his cheeks weren't also red. "Here's your total. Cash or credit?"

Karen pulled out her purse, but not without clicking her tongue in annoyance. "You all really should lower the prices. It's too damn expensive."

Then make your own, Jongho wanted to reply, but he held his tongue. "I wish I could," he said with a smile. Karen frowned in return, and, without warning, dumped her entire coin bag onto the counter. Jongho yelped and scrambled to keep flying pennies and quarters from rolling off of the counter. In the corner of his eye, a coworker ogled Karen.

"I used the bills to buy my groceries, so I'll pay in coins," Karen yawned while Jongho threw himself onto the floor to make sure no coins had reached there. He got up, plastering on a fake smile. He hadn't had a customer like this in a long time, but if he could just get through her, everything would be okay. He reached for her quarters first and began counting dollars. He knew for a fact that his manager wouldn't have tolerated this kind of behavior from a customer, but Jongho knew he could be too soft at times. Besides, her jangling keys on her wrist glimmered and showed off their sharpness. He swore he saw her teeth glimmer as well.

"Hurry up," Karen said after a few seconds. "Count faster."

Jongho considered shoving pennies into her eyes. "Certainly," he said, and tried to pick up his pace. He could feel her eyes burning on his neck as he shoved the change into the cash register. He pushed her receipt over to her and eagerly began with the customer behind her, glad to be ridden of her.

But his escape was short lived. He heard a whine from the corner of the store and knew it was the Karen immediately. He was currently helping out a different customer, but there was no one else in line behind them. He'd deal with it after the customer if things escalated with Karen.

"Are you sure you made this correctly?" Karen snarled at Jongho's coworker, her nostrils flailing. The coworker looked like she wanted to sink into the floor. "This doesn't taste like how it usually does. Make it again."

Jongho wouldn't have done anything - customers asked for drinks to be remade frequently. But this was Karen, and upon further inspection, this was the new employee that his manager had talked about. He couldn't leave her hanging, it would be rude as an older and more experienced employee. Jongho finished ringing up the final customer and went over to Karen and the other coworker.

"Cherry head," Karen growled, and Jongho only raised his eyebrows. That was a new one.

"I'll make a new one, ma'am, sorry," he said, taking the drink from her. "I'm sure you were fine," he muttered to the worried coworker and was pleased to see her smile.

Iced coffee wasn't difficult, and with the lack of new customers Jongho took the time to make sure the drink was entirely accurate. It's not that she deserved a drink, it's that he wanted her out of the store as soon as possible. He even had the temperature right, and gave it a perfect dairy-free whipped cream swirl at the top before handing it back to her.

Karen ogled the drink for a moment, looking back and forth at the cup and Jongho. Then she threw the drink at him.

The whipped cream top hit Jongho square in the face and he could taste it. Then came the slow and cold trickle of the coffee down his apron and shirt underneath, and at that moment, he was so glad she hadn't ordered anything hot.

"I said I didn't want whipped cream!" Karen bellowed, but Jongho's choir practice had made him desensitized to loud vocals. He wiped the whipped cream from his face and looked at Karen straight in the eyes.

"Get out," he said coldly. "There's a Dunkin across the parking lot. They can have your coins." He paused for a moment, and then his mouth twitched upward. "My name is John, you can write me up if you want. I don't care."

"I will be," Karen growled, red-faced and clutching her purse at her side like Jongho was going to reach out and nab it. he couldn't believe Karen thought that she was the victim here when Jongho had a new fluffy white beard adorning his face.

"John's right," a third coworker said, coming from behind. He could vaguely hear his laugh under his voice. "We don't tolerate harassment on our employees. You're the one that could end up in trouble."

Karen stared daggers at this new employee, and Jongho was surprised she didn't jump over the counter to tackle him. "Good riddance, I knew Starbucks was going downhill anyway." She gave one last snarl at Jongho, who fluffed up his hair at her glance, before walking out of the Starbucks.

The three employees were silent, and then Jongho felt a towel touch his arm. "Oh my God, Jongho, I'm sorry," the third coworker said.

"I don't think I've ever been drenched quite as much as I am now," he said, accepting the towel. He began to dry himself off as best he could, but he knew his face and clothes were going to be sticky for the remainder of the shift.

"I think there's another apron in the back," the new coworker said, and then scurried off to get it before Jongho could say anything.

"I'm just glad it wasn't her that got absolutely wrecked by coffee," the other coworker murmured. "I think she might have cried."

Jongho nodded, still drying himself off. It was a terrible feeling, the coffee all over his skin and clothes, but now that she was gone, he couldn't help but smile. It was comical, how insane the public could be. "I hope John gets hell for what he did," he smiled.

"Absolutely," the coworker agreed, laughing. The new coworker arrived back with the apron, which Jongho gratefully took.

"Give me a minute to clean up," he told the both of them before going to the back to inspect the wreckage on his clothes and face. It could have been better, but it also could have been worse. He licked a part of the whipped cream that was near his lips and grimaced at the flavor. Despite it all, Jongho was amused at the situation. It kept him on his toes. It would be a funny story to share at a party. Jongho wrote a note in his phone to re-dye his red tips when he got home. Then, smiling, he returned to work.

[mangoesblythe]

Charlotte Town

requests are open!

masterlist

It was saturday morning and you had just woken up when your mother stormed into your room.

"Y/n get up you need to go to Charlotte Town!" your mother opened your curtains letting in some sunlight.

you squinted your eyes at how bright the light was. "why do I have to go all the way to Charlotte town?" you ask confused.

"I need you to pick something up for me" your mother said handing you a note with an adress on it. you groaned and got up.

"you're going with Gilbert Blythe he's going to Charlotte Town as well." your mother said.

you froze. maybe today wasn't as bad after all. "yea he goes every Saturday" you say before taking your favorite dress out of your closet.

your mother walked out to make you breakfast. you quickly got dressed and ran downstairs. Gilbert was sitting at your kitchen table. you smiled.

"hey Gil" you said before kissing his cheek and sitting down next to him.

"morning Y/n" he smiled at you as you took a bite of your toast.

you and Gilbert were good friends, but there was definitely more going on between you two and everyone knew it. even you two knew, but neither of you had the guts to act on it.

"Y/n here's your bag. there's some money inside." your mother said handing you your bag.

"thanks" you mumbled finishing your breakfast. You stood up ready to leave as your mother turned towards you.

"be careful you two" she said before looking at Gilbert. "and Gilbert keep an eye on her" she said causing you to chuckle.

"mom we'll be fine" you said before kissing her cheek and getting your coat.

Gilbert followed you outside as he walked next to you. you were just enjoying each other's company while walking towards the train station.

Gilbert put his arm around you pulling you close. you look up to him and smile feeling your cheeks heat up.

when both get on a train as you sit down next to him. "I'm so tired," you said yawning.

Gilbert chuckled as he thought you looked adorable. "you can sleep for a few minutes if you like" he said and you nodded laying your head on his shoulder.

his heart started beating faster at your touch. he brought his hand up to your hair and played with it till you fell asleep. he just stared at you as the sunlight fell onto your face.

"you're breathtaking" he whispered underneath his breath so you wouldn't hear.

"Y/n we're here" he said nudging your shoulder. you woke up not knowing what year it was. you blinked a few times as you lifted your head from Gilbert's shoulder.

you followed him onto the station. "where do you need to go?" he asked putting his hand on your back leading you away from the train. "the pawn shop" you said looking around.

"it's over there" he said pointing at a small shop. "I have to go but I'll meet you back here in two hours?" he said giving you a smile.

"two hours?" you asked while widening your eyes. "I'm not gonna wait that long I'll come and find you when I'm done" You said causing Gilbert to chuckle.

"okay but be careful" he said as he kissed your cheek.

"bye Gil" you said as you waved at him. he waved back and started walking in the direction of the doctor's office. he smiled at the nickname you gave him as he felt his cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

You walked over to the pawn shop. you started looking around for your mother's necklace. when you found it it was about half an hour later. you quickly paid for it and got out of the shop.

outside the sun was shining as you started walking towards the doctors office. you smiled as you saw Gilbert walking around.

"hey Gil" you said with a small smile. he turned his head in your direction as his eyes lit up when he saw you.

"hey Y/n, did you find whatever you were looking for?" he asked walking over to you and kissed your cheek. you blushed lightly as you nodded.

"can I help you with something?" you asked tilting your head a little to the side.

"I need to clean some stuff but I could use some help." he said scratching his neck.

you followed him into a different room and helped him clean. "what even is this" you chuckled as you held up some sort of tool.

"I don't know, I've never seen Dr. Ward use it" he said chuckling.

you looked at the smile on his face. he looked absolutely adorable. you noticed you were staring at eachother and you cleared your throat.

Gilbert quickly looked back down as he started cleaning again. when you were finished he walked into some room to say goodbye to Dr. Ward. after that you both walked out.

"when is the last train leaving?" you asked as you linked your arm with Gilbert's.

"in an hour," he said smiling at your touch.

"good because I'm starving and there's a bakery over there" you said dragging him along with you towards the bakery.

he chuckled as he gladly followed you. he pulled a chair back for you to sit down. you smiled thinking about how adorable he looked.

he sat down across from you as you ordered a cup of tea and a piece of apple pie. Gilbert ordered the same.

you both stared at each other until the food and drinks arrived.

you immediately took a bite. "hmm this is good" you said with your mouth full.

Gilbert looked at you with sparkling eyes as he thought you looked cute. he wanted this day to never end.

after you both finished your food and drinks you just chatted.

"Y/n... I was hoping we could do this again sometime. I enjoy your company" he smiled at you as you nodded.

"of course" you said returning his smile. you stared at eachother in silence until he suddenly widened his eyes.

"We have to go or we'll miss the last train" he said standing up. your eyes shot up towards the clock and you quickly stood up.

Gilbert took your hand and dragged you out of the bakery as you both ran towards the station.

"all aboard!" you heard someone yell as Gilbert quickly hopped on. you suddenly noticed your bag wasn't on your shoulder.

you started looking around. "Gilbert I forgot my bag" you say slightly panicking when he yelled at you to hop on.

"what?" he said as he looked around the station.

"I can't leave without my bag." you say.

"we can't miss this train!" he yelled.

"all aboard final call" you heard in the distance.

"Gilbert!" you yelled. he looked around and sighed as he hopped of the train.

"seriously Y/n!?" he said annoyed. "now we can't get back home!" he ran his fingers through his hair as the train left behind him.

"Im sorry but I can't leave my bag here" you said slightly annoyed by his yelling.

"How can you be so stupid to just leave it!" he looked at you while you frowned at his mean words.

"this isn't all my fault!" you yelled back at him.

he raised his eyebrows. "so it's my fault that you forgot your bag?" he asked.

"I never said that!" you yelled.

he sighed and scratched his neck. "We'll have to get a hotel room" he said starting to walk back towards the bakery.

you quickly grabbed your bag from under the table and checked your belongings. you didn't say a word as you and Gilbert walked towards the nearest hotel.

"how can I help you two?" the man behind the counter asked looking at you and Gilbert.

"we would both like a room." he said. the man nodded and gave you both a receipt.

you widened your eyes as you whispered to Gilbert. "I can't afford that" you had a panicked expression on your face.

Gilbert sighed. "we'll only be getting one room" he said to the man behind the counter. you handed back the receipt as the man was slightly annoyed.

Gilbert paid the man as he got a key handed to him. you took out your wallet and gave Gilbert half the amount of money from the room.

Gilbert didn't look at you as you both walked up the stairs. Gilbert unlocked the door and walked in. he sighed. "there's only one bed" he said not looking at you.

"oh" you said closing the door. you blushed as you knew you had to sleep with Gilbert next to you. you mentally scolded yourself for forgetting your bag and not taking more money with you.

It was almost time to get to sleep as you cleaned your face. Gilbert was sitting on the bed looking out the window.

you sighed. "I hope my mother doesn't get too worried" you say chuckling. Gilbert rolled his eyes.

you frowned. "are you really mad at me for forgetting my bag?" you asked as he looked up.

"yes. I just don't understand how you could be so stupid" he says with a frown. "You dragged me along with you before I could even think about my bag." you yell.

"Don't you dare blame this on me" he said with fire in his eyes.

"I'm not but you're being mean to me for forgetting something and stuff like that happens sometimes." you looked at him as you thought he was acting ridiculous.

"How am I being mean?" he asked frowning again.

"You called me stupid. twice. and you keep yelling and glaring at me." tears were forming in your eyes.

Gilbert's expression softed as he realized he hurt you. "I'm so sorry" he said standing up and laying a hand on your shoulder.

"I'm just a little freaked out by the situation" he said while he scratched his neck and looked over at the bed. "You see I planned out this whole day and then it didn't go as planned and I freaked out, I should've have reacted that way" he said as you squeezed his hand gently.

"it's okay Gil but we're fine I don't understand why you're freaking out it's not like we have to sleep on the streets" you said as you chuckled to lighten the mood.

"do you have any idea how terrifying it is to sleep next to the person you love?" he asked, immediately widening his eyes and throwing his hand in front of his mouth.

you gasped as you widened your eyes. "you love me?"

Gilbert started to panic as he tried to say something. "I uhh I can't... I can't believe I just... I just said that..." he stuttered while his face flushed red.

you took his hands and squeezed them gently. "I love you too Gil" you said letting go of one of his hands to cup his face.

you let your fingers trace his cheek as he shivered under your touch. he blushed as he looked at you with his heart eyes. he put his hand on your waist pulling you closer as he stared at your lips slowly leaning in.

his lips collided with yours as you softly ran your fingers through his hair. fireworks of emotions exploded in your stomach as Gilbert deepened the kiss.

you needed to break away for air as Gilbert looked at you with a grin on his face. his eyes were sparkling as he held on to your waist. he wrapped his other arm aroud your waist as well as you wrapped both your arms around his neck.

"my mother is going to kill you," you whispered as you chuckled.

"worth it."

[inyourimagination-tion-tion]

A Liam Dunbar Imagine. 

REQUEST: Can you make an imagine where Y/N starts to date Liam but Y/N is Scott's little sister. Scott and Stiles start to mess around with him like pranks and stuff.

Acting normal was the easy part, stopping the butterflies that invaded my stomach every time I saw him was the hard part. Liam Dunbar, the new wolf on the block, he has these gorgeous eyes and the most perfect boy next door bone structure. Oh and his smile, his smile, it somehow manages to tell you that ‘Saturday is for the boys’ and ‘you’re the only thing I need in this world’ all at the same time. It’s not these feelings that are the problem, it’s the parasite that’s feeding on the romantic feelings that I let slip, otherwise known as my big brother Scott. 

‘You can’t leave it alone, can you?’ I said to Scott, as he slowly pulled into the school’s parking lot, making sure to wave in a cheesy manner at Liam as he walked by. ‘I’ll leave it alone when you ask him out.’ Scott looked at me with a smug smile, knowing that I would never ask him out. I just groaned and unbuckled my seatbelt, opening the car door and swung my legs out before turning back to Scott 'I'll ask him out when you leave me alone’ and slammed the door behind me. 

As I was making my way across the parking lot to the pearly gates of hell, that was school, I was stopped in my tracks by none other than Stiles Stilinski, if my big brother is the angel on my shoulder, he’d be the devil. ‘Hey Y/N, discussing ways to stop drooling over Liam. You know, you take after your brother, you should have seen him when he first saw Kir-’ Stiles was interrupted by a punch to his gut. His response being a solitary ‘Dude!’, I took this as a chance to walk ahead but was yet again stopped by Stiles, ‘Dumb and dumber, tell me what you want, because I would like to get to class before it starts’. I looked at them expectantly, ‘Now would be lovely.’ Scott looked at Stiles and then back at me, ‘If you don’t ask him out, then we’ll just have to mess with him a little. Maybe we replace his water at practice, or hide his clothes so he has to wear lost and found kit.’, at this point Stiles chimes in ‘yeah, or maybe we convince him that he’s being stalked, we anonymously call his phone and write him letters saying that we know all his secrets.’, it was Scott’s turn for the solitary ‘Dude’. I directed myself towards Scott ‘So what you’re saying is, that if I don’t ask him out, you’re going to play pranks on him until I do?’ Scott nodded at this. ‘And we’re going to write him anonymous lette-’, ‘dude, we’re not going to write him anonymous letters.’ I walked away, leaving tweedle dee and tweedle dum to bicker about the prank warfare that they were going to unleash upon Liam. 

I took my seat in my first class of the day, it was history with Mr. Yukimura. It was an interesting lesson, well what I was paying attention seemed interesting.  I spent most of it staring out of the window, deciding whether or not I’d let my brother and his “hench”man start pranking Liam. Surely Stiles and Scott wouldn’t do anything dangerous to him, they aren't that stupid are they? Although I felt unsettled and slightly worried about what they might do, the jury’s verdict (the jury being my last three brain cells) was to ignore it. They must have been trying to intimidate me into asking Liam out. So for the rest of the school day I did exactly that, ignored it and by home time I had forgotten about it. 

It was a Tuesday and that meant Scott, Stiles and Liam all had practice. So there were no chances of me running into any of them or their shenanigans. Tuesday for me, means that I don’t have a ride home. But on the upside, I do get thirty minutes of pretending I'm walking in a coming of age movie, whilst listening to fun indie music. I arrived at my front door, the sound of HAIM, buzzing softly through my earphones, I opened the door slinging my keys to the right onto a little dish and my bag onto the floor, next destination, the fridge. With HAIM still buzzing slowly into my ears, I searched through the fridge to find some leftover pizza and then headed up to my room. 

My room was like any other teen bedroom, photos of my friends littered on the walls, random souvenirs that I had saved from day trips and concerts and receipts from nights in diner’s after Scott’s lacrosse games. I flopped onto my bed, stuffing the pizza into my mouth, earbuds still buzzing and let time roll by. Time doesn’t feel real when you have pizza, music and homework, it sort of feels like a montage at the beginning of a cheesy high school movie. 

Hours went by, soon it was well after dark, but the music was still my soundtrack to the mundane routine. I checked my phone, it was 7pm. Which meant it was time to reheat the lasagne that was probably in the freezer from a week ago. As I made my way to the kitchen I heard a sort of thumping sound. At first I thought it must have been in the background of my music, but I soon realised it wasn't. It was probably Scott being a clumsy mess. I got to the kitchen and put the lasagne in the oven. I took out an earphone and breathed in, preparing myself for the monstrosity that was about to leave my lungs. ‘SCOTT, IM MAKING LASAGNE, HURRY’. I waited for a response, instead I heard more of that mysterious banging and what sounded like Stiles attempt at whispering. I rolled my eyes, charging towards the idiots who seemed to be hanging out in our bathroom. ‘Scott, you know the deal. I make dinner you set the table and your little friend Stiles isn’t getting any garlic bre-’, as I turn the corner into the bathroom I skid to a stop. Apparently in the time it had taken me to do my homework and put dinner in the oven, Scott and Stiles had turned into Reggie and Ronnie Cray. And how did I know this? It had something to do with the Liam shaped body that was duct taped in my bath. 

'What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ I yelled at the pair, who stood idly in the bathroom. ‘Oh hi, Y/N, fancy seeing you here. What are we doing? Oh we’re, you know, just doing the usual. What do you think we’re doing?’ Stiles blurted out, doing the over-talking thing he does when he’s nervous. ‘It looks like you’re having a tea party in here, without me’, Stiles mouth hangs open and he looks at me as if to say “what the?”. ‘You guys are actually idiots. Do I have to actually say it to you? Why the hell do you have Liam Dunbar bound by duct tape in my bath?’ I give them both a look asking for an answer. After what felt like ten minutes of silence, Scott decides to give me an answer, ‘We told you what we’d do this morning.’ My eyes roll back into my head and my hands flail about at my sides telling the boys that they are in fact stupid. ‘I thought you were joking.’ I shouted at them. ‘Never underestimate the power of Batman and Robin. Now you should tell him why he’s here’ Stiles looked at me with the same look that I had given him moments ago. ‘For god sake. Why are you punishing me.’ I whispered underneath my breath. ‘Untie him you idiots.’ I scowl at them, folding my arms. ‘Not until you tell him’ Scott imitates me. ‘Ugh fine.’ 

I approach the bath tub looking down at a somewhat scared and confused Liam. ‘My brother and his idiotic friend, who are definitely not Batman and Robin, brought you here today because they want me to grow some balls and ask you something.’ I turn to look back at Stiles and Scott who are both now invested in my every word, Liam is staring directly into my eyes at this point and the butterflies are back. I take a short breath in to prepare and finally say ‘Would you like to go on a date, with me?’ there’s a silence in the bathroom as we all wait for a response. Liam writhes around a little, his words are just sounds. ‘Oh, yeah, sorry. This is going to hurt a little.’ I rip off the duct tape from his mouth. ‘What’s your answer dude?’ Stiles shouts a little too eagerly. ‘Yes, I'll go on a date with you. But you didn't have to kidnap me to do it.’ Liam finally exclaims. ‘Trust me, I had nothing to do with it.’ I turned around to look at Stiles and Scott, who are both smiling at me. 

I roll my eyes yet again and head towards the door, turning back to yell ‘Untie him you idiots’ at Stiles and Scott who both stumble around clumsily trying to let Liam out. As I make my way out into the hallway I look back at them ‘Dinner’s almost ready and neither of you are getting garlic bread.’ 

A/N: I haven’t written anything in years for this Tumblr. I hope you enjoy it (and i’m really sorry to the anon who requested this ages ago.  I also went a little rogue with the plot line. But all the basics are there. 

[kiribakutrash33]

In the time it took me to type this up I officially hit 200 followers!! WHAT?! You guys are awesome and I'm glad you appreciate my blog. So here is my gift to you: Coffee Riot chapter 2

The One Where They Have dinner

Bakugou was actually feeling a little nervous for his dinner with Kirishima. He was restless since leaving Coffee Riot earlier that morning, he went home and tried to get some more work done but he just couldn't focus. He had changed his outfit at least three different times before settling on a pair of loose fitting black jeans and a plain maroon t shirt. He wanted to look nice but he also didn't want tot look like he had tried too hard, he was Bakugou Katsuki after all, he wasn't going to let a little date get to him. He looked at his phone, it was 6:40, that wasn't too early to show up right?

Bakugou made his way down the street to Coffee Riot and knocked on the door. All of the lights in the shop were off except for the fairy lights strung through the rafters on the ceiling. He saw the red head coming out of the back and watched him as his whole face lit up when he saw it was Bakugou at the door. Kirishima waved at him as he opened the door and locked it behind him. Bakugou took that moment that Kirishima had his back turned to check him out. His hair was spiked like normal, he had on a red button down shirt and tight fitting dark wash jeans with a hole in the left knee, and as his eyes traveled down he noticed Kirishima was wearing red crocs that matched his shirt. He couldn't help the huffed laugh that escaped from him, it must have been loud enough for the red head to hear because he turned around and gave Bakugou a looked that asked what he was laughing at. Bakugou waived his hand in front of him in dismissal.

"Do you like spicy food?" Again Bakugou didn't think he was going to get tired of watching Kirishima mouth the words he was signing any time soon.

"Yea...spicy is good." Krishima took his time signing his words to make sure he didn't mess up what he wanted to say.

Bakugou made sure to sign a little slower since the other man was still learning. "There is a curry place not far from here, it's pretty good." Kirishima nodded at him and they started walking towards Fatgum Curry. After living here for two months it was the only place that Bakugou had found that made curry spicy enough for his liking. Most people couldn't handle the spice level, he was curious to see what Kirishima's reaction would be.

They arrived five minutes later and snagged a table towards the back of the restaurant. Once seated Kirishima started signing, "I'm really excited. I'm happy you asked me to dinner. I would like to know more about you."

"Ask whatever," Bakugou didn't mind answering questions about himself, plus this meant he got to ask questions he had been wanting answers to, he also quickly added, "I can also read lips...if that helps you. Just talk a little slower".

He could have sworn the smile he got from Kirishima actually radiated heat it was so big and bright. The waiter came by to take there orders and Bakugou typed out what he wanted on his phone and showed it to the man, he watched as Kirishima placed his order and then turned his full attention back to him.

"Okay, so how long have you lived out here?" Kirishima started talking while he was signing and it almost looked like it gave the other man a confidence boost.

"Moved here two months ago. Needed to get away from the city" Bakugou answered honestly. The city felt suffocating, there were to many cars and people, he liked his space. "what about you, are you from around here?"

"Yea I grew up maybe twenty minutes away from here. I always wanted to own my own coffee shop and the location is perfect. It also helps that my apartment is right above Coffee Riot, no commute." Bakugou tucked that little nugget of information away for later. Kirishima followed that with a question of his own, "What do you do for work?"

"Web design. I can work from home though so me moving wasn't a big deal."

Their food finally arrived at the table and Bakugou was surprised to see that Kirishima had ordered the same thing as him, it was the spiciest curry on the menu. He watched as the other man smiled and dug into his meal. He didn't know a lot about the red head yet but from what he had seen he was becoming more and more fond of the other man and quickly, which was weird for him. Bakugou had always kept his distance from people, yea he had been out on dates here and there but he never really felt the urge to go out of his way to spend time with people like he did with Kirishima.

The meal was punctuated with questions from Kirishima, he wasn't joking when he said he wanted to learn more about Bakugou. "So what do you like to do for fun?"

"'I like to hike, moving here lets me be a little closer to the mountains which I like, I like to cook too, work out in my spare time."

"Such manly hobbies," again Bakugou let out a little huffed laugh and a smile, Kirishima definitely had and interesting take on the word manly.

"What about you?"

"Well running a business take a lot of my time, but I like to hang with my friends, play video games, definitely have to hit the gym a few times a week, most nights usually end with me just hanging out with my cat though." He said that last part with a laugh.

"Oh you have a cat?"

"Yea man, she's so cute. Her name is M-o-m-o." Kirishima reached into his pocket to pull out his phone, he started scrolling until he found what he was looking for. When he turned his phone around he saw a picture of Kirishima laughing with a little white and grey cat on his shoulders looking more interested in whatever was going on behind the phone.

"I like cats."

"Well maybe you can come over and meet her some time, she loves people."

"Sounds like her owner."

Kirishima blushed at that last statement with a small smile and set his phone down on the table. A few minutes later the waiter came back to give them the tab and let the men know they would be closing in a few minutes. Kirishima quickly grabbed the receipt and headed to the register to pay.

Bakugou was actually having a good time and wasn't looking forward to the night ending. He noticed that Kirishima had walked away and left his phone on the table. He quickly snagged the thing and programmed his number in it, Bakugou was nothing if not bold when it came to getting what he wanted and what he wanted was to keep talking to Kirishima and see him more outside of the coffee shop. Once he put his number in he shot himself a quick text so he would have Kirishima's number, then he deleted the evidence. He wanted it to be a surprise.

Once Kirishima gets back he picked up his phone from the table and waits for Bakugou to get up, they head to the door and out into the night. They start walking back to Coffee Riot side by side and Bakugou definitely notices that Kirishima keeps bumping into him as they walk. He doesn't mind the contact so he doesn't stop it, just continues walking with a small grin on his face. When they get back to Coffee Riot Kirishima steps in front of Bakugou and turns to face him.

"I had a lot of fun tonight."

"Yeah me too." Just like earlier in the day Kirishima looked like he had something else he wanted to say so Bakugou just waited watching the as the other man's cheeks as they started to turn pink.

"I was thinking....maybe....maybe we could do this again. Hang out outside of the coffee shop...maybe..." Bakugou cut Kirishima off right there with a firm kiss. It wasn't a hungry or rough kiss, just a peck that only lasted for a few seconds to get the other man to realize his intentions. When he pulled away he could have sworn that Kirishima's blush matched his hair at this point.

"I would like that very much" Bakugou started to walk away leaving a happy but stunned Kirishima standing at the door to the coffee shop. He waved back at the red head and watched as he smiled and did the same. Bakugou walked the few blocks back to his own apartment and decided to use what he did at the restaurant.

Me: I really had fun tonight. I'll see you tomorrow for coffee

A few minutes later he got a response.

Shitty Hair: me 2. cnt wait 2 do it again

That text was quickly followed by another

Shitty Hair: when did u put ur #in my phone?

Me: when you got up to pay

Shitty Hair: O. Sneaky, but hey now i can tlk 2 u more =D

Me: that's why I did it. easier to talk through text sometimes too

They continued to text back and forth for another hour or so until Bakugou had a hard time keeping his eyes open. He said goodnight to Kirishima and headed to bed. He really couldn't wait to go get his morning coffee, and maybe another kiss.

[spookysanta]

daddy’s girl. (e.d.)

Summary: he's been watching her and she knows it. He's yearning for her, and he’ll have her, but she has to finish high school first. 

Pairing: Ethan Dolan xReader

WARNINGS: age gap (38 vs 18), creep shit

SAY NOTHING IM WRITING A NEW SERIES JUST READ IT AND TELL ME IF IT SUCKS 

DISCLAIMER! PLEASE READ: in this, the girl (cairo) is of LEGAL age. he (ethan) refers to her as a child bc yanno.... he's almost 40 here. this isn't on any pedophile stuff, okay? just for clarification. AND as i was writing this i got jake gyllenhaal vibes from this, but then i figured ethan could be the “sexy dad” in the future (so to speak)—which is what i was kinda going for; like a man that’s older but is so irresistibly gorgeous, even young girls swoon over him.

UNEDITED

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She'd caught his eye. 

And he doesn't know how it came to be this way; he thought he was done messing around like this ages ago. But here he was, a thirty-eight-year-old man, watching an eighteen-year-old girl cheer at his neice's high school's football game. 

She sees him though; as if he's staring into her soul. As she finishes her tumbling routine in the halftime show, her eyes dart in his direction and his never leave her. She shivers slightly--

Who is that man? she wondered, walking away from the field to distract herself. 

**

She stands at the cash register, swiping his items across the scanner. "Did you find everything okay?" she asked in a monotone voice, looking at the clock on the register's screen. 

"Yes, I did. Thank you." the man responded, fishing in his wallet for cash as he already knew how much two bottles of red wine cost. "Do you need to see ID?"

"Yes, I--" she paused, looking at the man for the first time during their interaction. This was the man from the football game! She couldn't have forgotten those pearly eyes that bore into hers, and definitely didn't forget the way he ironically made her feel when their eyes locked. "I-I do."

"You okay?" he asked with a chuckle as he handed her his driver's license. He knew exactly who she was, and after a bit of research, he knows that she's what he wants. And, likewise, he knew that she remembered him. That in itself was exciting because now he knew where she was from 9-2 every Saturday--which meant he'd be seeing her a lot more. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

She glanced at the line forming behind him and shook her head at the idea of her confrontation. She took the card and read the birthdate carefully. "1980." she muttered, handing it back to him. "Your total's $18.20."

He handed her a $20, grabbing the bottles of wine by their necks and smirking. "Keep the change."

"Thank you." 

"You're welcome, Cairo. See you around."

**

She lay in her bed, wondering why this man clouded her thoughts. What was it about him that made him so intriguing? Yes, he was attractive, but he was more than twice her age--shouldn't that mean that he was repulsive to her? Should she shy away from this man and his beauty?

Ethan.

If there's anything she knew about men, it's that older men (well, boys, in her case) don't usually have the girl's best interest in mind. But no matter how many cons appear on this list, the only pro she seems to think of is the fact that he looked at her like he knew her already. His hazel eyes were almost magnetizing her brown ones to his gaze, and the energy was too strong to pull it away.

**

He's come to the realization that he's hooked on her.

He wants her, no--needs her. 

And he knows how crazy that sounds with all of the odds stacked against him (namely, her being a child by his comparison) but he'll admit they'd look absolutely perfect together. 

And there's nothing he won't do until they're in love.

**

day one.

She walked home from school every day. Three-fifteen on the dot, Monday through Friday. Sometimes, she takes the after-school bus after her cheer practices, and that drops her off on the same corner but at five-thirty. He sees her walk down Linden Avenue, then make a left on Conch Street, and then go into the tiny brick house at the end of the lively culdesac. Sometimes he sees her through her window at night, laying in her bed soundly. It takes everything in him each night to not climb up the big pine tree to the second floor, open the already unlocked window—she doesn't lock it anymore because the lock can get finicky at times and it can get quite hot in San Bernadino in May—and breathe in the same air as her.

Just once.

Just once, he wants to be there for her—hold her, kiss her, smell her, taste her.

Is that too much to ask?

Just one more month, he reminds himself as he perches himself on his porch chair, watching her walk into her home with her friend, Janelle.

He does not like Janelle.

Janelle has a tendency to be a bit manipulative when it comes to Cairo; she wants the best for her, of course. But she's always making Cairo go to parties that she doesn't want to go to, or do things that Cairo doesn't typically do.

Cairo's a good girl who doesn't need to be bombarded with social...ick.

"She's a good girl," he mumbled, palms set on his knees with white fingertips. "My good girl."

***

She continued her walk to the store like she usually does on Sunday mornings in the spring. Yes, she does work at the store, but why not stop by and visit her favorite co-workers while she picked up her favorite ice cream?

"Good morning, Edith!" she greeted to the elderly woman stood behind the customer service desk. She resembled Jane Goodall in a way; caring, generous, kind. "How are you today?"

"Hey, sweetie! I'm alright, hope you're doing well. Say 'hi' to Katherine for me!" she replied with a wave, going into the employee's lounge.

"Will do!" she wandered to the frozen food section, her coffee brown eyes set on the cookie dough ice cream in the freezer. With happy alarms blaring in her head, she grabbed a pint from the shelf, going immediately to the checkout line to pay for her dessert. "Hey Ricky." she said to the cashier.

"Hey, Cai." he responded, ringing up her ice cream and setting it on the counter. "$4.68. Got your employee ID on you?"

She fished through her wallet and came up emptyhanded. "Shoot. I must've left it at home." she sighed. "It's cool, I'll pay full price."

"Nah, I got you." he took a card out of his front pocket, swiped it, and put in his pin. "There ya go. $2.27."

"Thanks, Ky. I owe you one." She handed him a five dollar bill, keeping the cash fold of her wallet open so she could put her change in it.

"You know what you could do for me so we're even?" he opened the cash drawer, taking out her change and handing it to her.

"What?"

"Go to dinner with me." he wrote on her freshly printed receipt. "It doesn't have to be fancy, but if you're interested, you should hit me up sometime."

"Sure. I'd love to." she smiled, putting the receipt with her change and grabbing her ice cream off the counter. "We'll talk tonight?"

"Totally. See you around."

"See you!"

**

She entered the house again and put her ice cream in the fridge. "Ma!" she yelled into her mother's office as she passed it. "Ms. Edith at Ben's said 'hi'!"

"Aw, how sweet of her to think of me!" she said with a smile. "I'll have to send you by her house with a plate of cookies this week."

She groaned inwardly. Edith's a nice woman, but Cairo's mother, Katherine, does not conjure up her life-changing cookies on any given day. Which means that she would make a small batch—just enough for Edith and her husband, Clarke—and then, poof! No-one's going to see those cookies until Christmastime. Bounding up the staircase and into her bedroom, practically leaping onto her bed with a sigh.

Meanwhile, he was watching her still. He didn't even think to consider the idea of someone catching him stare at this girl, sat in the rocking chair on his front porch, watching her intently through a pair of zooming binoculars while she boredly scrolled through her phone. Quite frankly, he wouldn't care at all. If someone were to walk by and ask him what he was doing, he'd merely say: "Protecting my girl."

He doesn't give a damn if she took a glance out her window and saw a man—that man—staring back at her. Knowing her, which obviously he does, she'd probably scream for her mom and tell her mom to come and look because "there's a strange man" looking at her through her window. And then her mom would come and look but by then he'd be back in his home across the way from hers, in his bedroom, watching her panic through the telescope he'd set up.

That'd be a gift to himself, really. Because he knows deep within that she thinks about him. Even though maybe the thoughts are of worry or panic and not ones of admiration, all he cares about is the fact that he's invaded her thoughts just like she's invaded his.