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nattyluvs · 1 year

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PINK ROSES - chapter 12

felix paces around his living room, double checking every single little thing, nervous out of hid mind.

he didnt even understand, this isnt even thag serious? people came to his house as a child all the time, a few playdates, cousins, family friends, though it was never a girl, or rather, a girl he was starting to like.

he proceeded to walk towards fhe bathroom mirror to check his appearance one more time until he heard the doorbell's ringing. straightening out his shirt a little, he went to go answer the door.

standing at the door was yn, with her outfit a little more comfortable than usual, also sith a backpack strapped to her back. "looking beautiful as always" was in the back of his mind.

"hi yn..um you can put your bag anywhere, but dont take your shoes off because we're going somewhere." he said, gesturing for her to walk a little further into the house.

"oh, okay! where are we going?" she asked, setting her bag down by couch. she took another glance around the apartment-like place, tidy and clean.

"better than my dorm atleast." she thought before turning to felix while he started talking.

"ah, actually i was hoping we could bake some cookies if you dont mind. i need some ingredients though so we have to go to the store." felix spoke, voice muffled a bit due to looking through cabinets.

they walked side by side to the grocery store a few blocks away. it was a little chilly, and they probably could've gone to the campus store but its 10x more expensive.

"i didnt think it was gonna be this cold.." yn suddenly confessed, rubbing her arms a little.

"here,"

felix reached into his pocket and put his hand into hers, handing her two hand warmers.

"i was going to use them when i got cold, but you need them more. it wouldnt be nice to let my guest be cold now would it?" he turned to her and smiled

"right, thank you."

they arrived shortly at the grocery sotre, scanning through the isles and grabbing all sorts of stuff, chocolate chips, sugar, flour.

about to turn into another isle, yn stopped to look at a certain isle corner.

"look they have flowers, im totally gonna buy a bouquet." she pointed out, grabbing the boquet of pink roses on the stand.

"pink roses are my favorite too, actually." felix confessed out of nowhere, making yn smile a bit. he offered to carry the roses for her as they headed into another isle.

hearing a notification from her phons, yn pulled it out of her pant pocket and starting to type.

distracted by her phone, walking and texting had her accidently bump into somebody, making her phone go flying.

hazardly she went to pick up the phone, no damage being done thankfully. she turned to the person bumped into snd gave a quick apology.

"ah, im sorry about tha-huh? taehyun?" suddenly suprised at the man stood infront of her was someone she knew.

"yn? i havent seen you in so long, how are you doing?" taehyun spoke, equally suprised to see someone familar.

their conversation peaked felixs intrest, suddenly not so interested in the types of sugar infront of him.

seeing them talk so openly and freely made him..envious. not jealous, envious. he wished him ans yn could talk so comfortably that way one day.

wait..what? felix never even stopped to wonder why they even know eachother. he was caught up in his thoughts until he heard yns voice talking to jim again.

"sorry felix, we got caught up talking abit, this is taehyun, he goes to witney high with niki, beomgyu, and them you know?" felix failed to notice the way taehyun's eyes lit up at the mention of a certain someone.

"ohh, i see nice to meet you taehyun."

"nice to meet you too felix, so, you guys go to the university across the way?"

"yup" yn responded "were just hanging out you know? wanna relax a little before a bunch of hard studying comes."

"i see, goodluck on your test, study hard."

felix nodded a little, and then started to emternally panic when taehyun leaned down to whisper something in yn's ear. he couldnt figure out what he was saying, or what yn's response was, but he decided not to make anything of it.

after a little more talking, taehyun left while yn and felix left aswell.

on the walk back, felix was entirely confused. were they dating? no, they didnt even kiss and were to awkward with eachother. and what did he even say to her? its not like he could ask, that would just be nosy.

suddenly starting to drop the silence, felix began to speak

"you know, we carry around flowers snd groceries while we walk together people will think we are married." felix's inner thoughts that should have never been said aloud was spoken.

"i hope we do."

"what?"

"nothing, with how old you look people will think youre my dad."

"excuse you? i dont even look that old, youre just playing with me!"

"are you doing anything this weekend?" yn asked, curious as to whether she could stay a bit in the morning or leave as soon as she wakes up.

"not really, i have an audition and an interview for a dance position though" felix said, taking the last batch of cookies out the oven.

"speaking of that, i have something to ask you, and i might aswell ask you since you're here."

yn turned her head, curious to what he could possibly ask related to an interview. she didnt have experience in that kind of thing.

"do..you know how to tie a tie." felix softly spoke, head looking doen in shame.

yn burst out in laughter, "thats it? you dont know how to tie a tie??"

"stop, its not funny, i just never got taught how, my mom always did it for me."

"good thing i happen to know how, put the shirt on so you dont have to put the tie on seperately."

felix nodded, walking away into his room to change into his interview outfit. slowly but surely, he walked out with some nice clothes on and the untied-tie in hand.

"why do you need to dress up for a dancer interview anyway?"

"hey, i may be applying to be a dancer, but its still like a big company, i have to make the impression." felix spoke, handing her the tie.

"makes sense"

she walked closer to where he was standing, tir in hand. she proceeded to wrap the tie under his collar, not realizing how close they were.

after the tie was finished, they both slowly looked up at eachother. felix's eyes couldnt focus on one spot. hn was unable to look away, his gaze capturing her. they stared at eachother so long she couldve counted all his freckles. they finally pulled away after awhile,

"sorry, i zoned out." "me too, dont worry about it."

"hey, i have a spare bed but theres only hardwood floor in here, ur gonna have to sleep in my room."

"no its fine! the hardwood floor isnt gonna be that bad."

"no, you might have back pain in the morning and itll be my fault, here its already set up in my room"

inside felixs room was his bed, with the set up bed on the floor next to it, yn went to the bathroom to put on some pajamas, shortly coming back to lay in the bed.

she sat there on her phone a bit, while felix was turning the lights off and locking the doors.

shortly, he came back to set the phone down on the bed, while starting to strip of his clothes.

"woah, im still in here you know."

"im only taking my shirt off i promise, i cannot sleep with one on."

she wasnt very curious until she took a little perk from her phone screen, seeing felix and his defined abs standing infront of the bed. god damn, holy shit, does this man work out for a living? he cant even carry bags of groceries??

letting those thoughts fly away for now, she put her phone to charge as felix turned the lights off.

"goodnight yn"

"goodnight, lixie"

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hangingoffence · 1 year

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:D post-ultimate kars arc whump stuff with suzie pov bc why not. again im not a writer i just wanted to put this thought into words

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“The wrecked hotel.”

Suzie was startled at Joseph’s voice. He had not said a single word after waking up from the coma. He’d just been staring out the window to the streets of Venice, lost in his own thoughts. Suzie was starting to get worried he’d lost his ability to speak completely.

“What hotel?” Suzie asked. Eager to get Jojo to speak more. His voice was raspy.

“The one.” A silence. Suzie tried to think. She didn’t know half of the stuff that happened to Jojo. All she knew was that Jojo, Caesar and Lisa Lisa left after the stone and a week later a bunch of fishermen carried Jojo’s battered body to Suzie’s family home. “Where Caesar is.”

Another silence. “What do you mean Jojo?”

“The hotel in Switzerland. Where Caesar is.” Suzie could see Joseph’s body tense. His jaw tightened and he proceeded to try and get up. “Please lay down Jojo! You’re nowhere near healthy.” Suzie’s small hands could barely even hold Joseph in place but he still lays back down to the bed with a sigh. “I need to…”

“Tell me Jojo. What happened? Where’s Caesar?” Suzie took Joseph’s hand. It was wrapped in bandages and Jojo could barely move his fingers in them. But Suzie gently stroked his hand.

Joseph didn’t speak that day again.

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“Jojo! Here’s breakfast. I got you some bacon and toast. Hope it’s more to your taste.” Suzie set the tray on the bedside table before helping Joseph to sit up. “It smells very good, don’t you think?” She gave a small smile to Joseph and handed him the food. He was already able to eat on his own without Suzie having to help. His injuries getting better day after day.

“How are you feeling today, Jojo? Any pain or discomfort? Do you need any extra pillows?” Suzie was almost used to this one-way conversation. The Jojo she knew from Air Supplena Island was loud and extravagant. He would always have a joke ready. But now he just kept quiet. He hadn’t even tried to flirt with her.

“Thank you, Suzie…” It was quiet, but she still caught it. Jojo didn’t meet her eyes but she still smiled. Moving a stray brown hair behind his ear.

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The next morning when Suzie entered Joseph’s room she was greeted with a totally different sight. Joseph was already sitting and playing with the bandages. As soon as the door opened, his gaze fell upon Suzie and he smiled. The same smile he always had on. Wide and with teeth. “There you are, Suzie! I missed you already.”

There he is. “Oh, seems like you’ve back to being yourself.” She gave the tray to Joseph, who flashed her another smile.

Suzie sat down as Joseph dug into his breakfast. “Now tell me Suzie, how long I’ve been laying here in these itchy bandages?”

“Well let’s see.” Suzie gave an act of thinking it hard. Even if she had been counting the days religiously. “The fishermen said they found you on the 29th and I got a hold of you on the 30th. Then you laid unconscious for a week while I took care of your various injuries and that hand,” Joseph cringed at that. “And then you finally woke up four days ago. So it’s been 13 days.” Suzie nodded to herself.

Joseph hummed and bit into the bread. “Does Lisa Lisa and the others know where I am?”

“I did try send a telegram to Air Supplena but I got no answer. I have no idea where else to ask.”

Joseph thought a moment. Then he looked around the room. “Do you have a piece of paper I could write on?” Suzie quickly stood up and fished a pen and paper from the room's cabinet and handed them to Jojo. Watching as he struggled a little to write with all the bandages.

When he was done, he handed the paper to Suzie. “That’s the telegram number for Granny Erina in the States. She’ll get in contact with Speedwagon and Lisa Lisa.” Suzie nodded and folded the paper and hid it in her apron pocket.

Joseph relaxed into the headboard of the bed. Looking outside again. Noe eating in much slower pace. Suzie was about to stand up and leave to fax the message before the curiosity in her decided against it. She stayed seated and asked; “Do you remember what happened? Before being found in the Adriatic Sea?” Jojo’s gaze moved to her in a mild surprise. She had been in complete darkness this whole time and it had been nagging her. She needed to ask.

“Oh, well I killed the Pillar men of course.” Jojo announced proudly. Smiling widely and shooting a confident gaze at Suzie. “Although I was sure I’d perish with them. Kars got his hands on the stone and bloody almost killed me. He took my hand with him when I sent him flying to the sky. Bastard’s dead for good now.”

“How did you manage that? Didn’t the stone make him all-powerful?”

Joseph chuckled. “Oh yeah, it did. He got wings and all and could freely stand in the sun! It was horrid.” Joseph told her about the man named Stroheim and a plane crash that ended up leaving Joseph facing Kars alone on a volcanic island. Suzie had never heard a story so ridiculous and if it wasn’t Joseph, she wouldn’t have believed it. Joseph laughed at the matter and told how pissed Kars had been the final moments before flying off to space. Suzie chuckled at it too. But someone was missing.

“What about Caesar?” Joseph froze. A fork halfway to his mouth. His jaw tightened the same way it did four days ago. “You said something about a hotel in Switzerland.”

“I did?” Joseph asked with a nervous smirk. Suzie nodded.

“You said Ceasar is there. I tried to look up the hotel where you were headed when you left but I could not find any mention of Caesar.”

“Because he isn’t in St-Moritz.” Joseph interrupted Suzie, gaze now downwards and brows furrowed. “He’s in an old wrecked hotel near that same place.”

Suzie tried to make sense of it. What was Caesar doing in an old hotel? Abandoned one presumably. “Jojo, I don’t understand. Is Caesar alright?”

“When we were tracking down Kars and Wammu’s whereabouts, we figured they were hiding in the old hotel and waiting for the sunset to arrive. We had already encountered Kars when he tried to get the stone from us. Caesar thought it would be a good idea to ambush them during the day. But the bastard didn’t see the clear trap he wanted to march into.” Joseph’s fists tightened around the utensils. “I told him that it was a bad idea but like always, he wouldn’t listen!” A small silence filled the room as Suzie waited for Jojo to continue. He wouldn’t even look in her direction.

“Messina went after him. That stupid bastard walked alone to the most obvious trap I’ve ever seen. He- That- Arrgh!!” In a burst of yellow sparks, the fork in his hand had flown across the room and impaled the wall. Suzie was set speechless.

“Lisa Lisa told me about Caesar’s past. His family and his father. About the bastard’s reason for revenge.” Joseph relaxed a bit. Settling back against the bed headboard. “ But still- hmph- so stupid…” Suzie has never seen Joseph like this. Stumbling over his words like he didn’t know what to say. “Jojo.” She took his hand to hers; “What happened to Caesar?” Joseph looked up with tears in his eyes.

☆★☆

Suzie remembers the day she saw Caesar for the first time. She had been living with Lisa Lisa for a while now. Attending to her need and making a good living out of it. She was happy with her. She witnessed Hamon first-hand as Lisa trained with Loggs and Messina. It was magical.

The particular day was Friday. Lisa Lisa had visited Rome, which left Suzie alone to take care of the home. When she arrived, Lisa Lisa had a boy with him. Not more than 16 years old. He had ragged clothes, messy blond hair and two pink marks on his cheeks.He looked like he hadn’t showered in months. But what she remembered most clearly was the razor-sharp glare on his face. Like he was ready to pounce on anyone who dared to venture too close.

Lisa Lisa had him shower and change clothes. He was supposed to eat with them, but he didn’t show up. Locking himself to his room.

Lisa Lisa had visited him that evening. Then the next day, it fell upon Suzie to bring him food to his room.

She always smiled at him when she set his food down. At first, he only gave her a glance. His bright blue eyes had a deep shadow in them, but they weren’t threatening anymore.

Through the food, she was able to break his walls. They started talking when Caesar ate. At first, it was just Suzie. She talked about what she had done that day. What she was planning to cook for tomorrow. Then Caesar started to talk too. Asking questions and having a more active part in the conversation. Sometimes shooting a few flirty lines, which always made her chuckle. Though it never went anywhere.

After that, she started hearing about Caesar’s life. She heard his anger and hate. His sadness and regrets. About his father and siblings. About his life as a criminal in the dark streets of Rome. They connected deeply during that time. And then, Caesar started to show up to dinner.

☆★☆

“Caesar…” Suzie saw the grief in Joseph’s eyes. She knew. “Caesar…” Joseph squeezed her hand in his. She cried then. Joseph cried too. They held each other’s hands in a white-knuckle squeeze in an act of reassurance. It didn’t work.

#still hard for me to believe that joseph healed in two week but thats hamon for you ig #i was thinking of stretching it to two months but we'll see #joseph joestar #suzie q #caesar zeppeli #joseq #caejose #kinda #battle tendency #jjba #mytext

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ssirenaamae · 6 months

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HER|Park Jimin 박 지민

Based on the song “HER” by Chase Atlantic

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Chapter three

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"Should I get jelly colas or gummy bears?" Chung-Ae asked.

With no hesitation, I replied, "Both, obviously."

"Both it is then!" She threw them both on the cart.

Right now, we were shopping for snacks because of our impromptu sleepover. I usually don't keep snacks at home because I get too tempted to eat them instead of important meals—and I'll end up binge eating at night, which I'm not very fond of. Midnight snacks are a big no-no for me.

Nevertheless, it won't hurt to break the rules for just one day.

We almost bought half of the store with us because why not? We bought chips, nachos, ice cream, chocolates, and candy. I mean, who could resist them?

"Did you decide on what movie we will watch?" Chung-Ae questioned, casually opening a bag of chips.

I shook my head, "No, not really. We'll search for something interesting to watch when we get home."

She hums, proceeding to eat some chips. I felt like we forgot something, but I'm not sure what it could be. It's certainly not food, that's for sure.

Drinks!

How could I forget? We went to the drinks aisle, picking a bunch of different beverages. I'll need to donate most of the stuff we bought to the food shelter since I'm sure we won't be able to eat or drink all of this.

"Oh my God, the craziest thing happened—"

"Ms.Deung?"

Oh, no.

Out of all days, why would he decide to go to the convenience store today? I feel like the universe hates me sometimes.

Chung-Ae's eyes widened, staring at me as I glared back at her. Could she be more obvious about it? I could feel his questioning gaze on me, which made me sigh. I mean, it's practically piercing my back.

I turned around and faced him with a forced smile, "Hello, sir. How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks. I hope you're feeling better than last time," he grinned.

His smile literally melts my heart. The way he's looking at me so politely and yet at the same time concerned is truly affecting me. Chung-Ae must've noticed me immersed in my thoughts, clearing her throat to bring my attention back here.

I coughed, "Um, yeah I'm doing better. It was just a tough day, that's all."

His smile faltered a bit, seeing right through my lie. Nevertheless, he decided to speak about something else, which I'm thankful for.

"I see. I probably caught you at the wrong time, haven't I?" he gestured at our cart piled with multiple snacks, which made me cringe.

It's like we packed everything there that would cause us health issues.

I nervously laughed, "Yeah, well uh we're having a movie night so..."

He turned his attention to Chung-Ae, politely greeting her while she did the same. "Do you take Psychology too?" He asked. I'm pretty sure he knows she doesn't. He's probably trying to be polite and not leave her out of this conversation.

"No, I don't. I work as an interior designer," she said.

He hummed, "That's a lovely job. "

He looked at me, "I won't bother you guys further. Have a lovely Evening."

"You too, sir," I smiled.

Right as he left, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. Chung-Ae snorted, shaking her head at how helpless I am. I seriously need to get a hold of myself. This can't go on any longer.

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As I scrolled through the list of movies to watch on tv, I heard the front door open which alarmed me. Chung-Ae is here with me, so I know it's not her. Did someone break in?

Grabbing my charger, I shakily walked towards the door, ready to whip whoever dared to break into my house—that is until I heard a familiar voice, which made me sigh out of relief.

"Kyung-Mi, where are you?" My mom called out.

"I'm in the living room, mom!" I shouted.

Mom entered the living room, throwing her bag across the room, not caring where it lands. Her eyes lazily traveled to me and she raised her brows. She stared at my hand that was holding the charger like some sort of weapon and snorted, "Did you think someone broke into the house? Never mind that—did you actually think a charger would do anything?"

I scratched my head, "Well, that was the only thing near me that I could find which could serve as a weapon, so..."

She sighed, extending her arms as I ran to her and hugged her tightly. It's been a while since I've seen my mom. I wish I could live with her again, but I need to be independent. I know that if I move back into my mom's house, I'll be so dependent on her again. That's probably the last thing she wants.

My mom has been a big part of my life and still is. I truly couldn't live without her.

"Oh my God, is my mind playing tricks on me, or did I just hear Nara's voice?" Chung-Ae squealed. She ran from the kitchen and indeed saw my mom standing beside me.

"Nara! It's been so long!" Chung-Ae hugged my mom.

"Yeah, well, things have been hectic at the company," she laughed.

After the jump scare I received from my mom, we caught up a bit with her. Chung-Ae and mom talked about work struggles; meanwhile, I searched for a movie to watch for us three.

"Yeah, like can you believe her? The nerve she has," Chung-Ae scoffed.

My mom laughed, listening to Chung-Ae talking about her coworker animatedly.

I couldn't help but wonder what would mom's reaction be if I told her about professor Park. Would she be disappointed? Would she accept it?

My mother did marry early, after all, and had me at the age of 20. There was an age gap between her and my father, but it wasn't so huge. Still, her experience wasn't that great. It left her being a single mother to a child when she was just young and clueless.

Since then, my mom has been wary of relationships. Wary of men. It was an irrational fear of hers, which is understandable considering the emotional trauma she went through.

I know if I brought this up to her she would freak out. Knowing that her one and only daughter had fallen for her professor. She tried to educate me on how to find the right man for myself and learn through her mistakes, but I did the exact opposite. I'm deliberately hurting myself by liking him. If only professor Park wasn't so great, I wouldn't have liked him as much as I do now.

"Anyway, you should visit us more often. It's getting boring not having you around," Chung-Ae's voice snapped me out of my daze.

Mom sighed, promising her that she'll try to come here whenever she was free. She then looked at me and grabbed my hand, squeezing it while smiling at me. I felt myself relax at her touch.

She always knew when I was feeling down. She's my mom, after all. I don't know what would I do without her.

For that, I will never disappoint her.

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A few months later

Today was finally graduation day. It felt so—surreal.

I had my makeup professionally done, but it wasn't anything major. It was just a soft glam look. I had my hair professionally done too, giving my pin-straight hair some volume and curls.

Chung-Ae helped with my graduation dress shopping. The dress we picked out looked so much better on me than I had anticipated.

I must say, I looked really nice. I felt confident for once. It was rare nowadays to feel confident, but I hope things will change in the future.

Anyway, I wore the graduation robe alongside my hat and looked at myself through the mirror in one of the University's bathrooms.

I finally graduated.

It truly hit me once I saw myself in the robe. Not going to lie, I'm kind of nervous about being an actual adult. I'm going to have to work to earn a living, and I'll be fully independent.

But I'm excited to finally face the real world.

I left the bathroom and went to the auditorium, standing in line waiting for my name to be called. I could see Chung-Ae and mom sitting next to each other, waiting for my name to be called out.

When my name was finally called out, I couldn't help but grin like a child as I headed up the stage. I shook the hands of the professors and took a picture with my certificate.

I left the stage as I received my certificate while feeling that I'm finally free. I'm no longer going to stress out over midterms, or exams ever again in my life.

As I went to take a seat beside my other colleagues, I saw Professor Park standing at the corner of the auditorium, clapping.

He mouthed to me "congratulations".

After the ceremony was done, I went to Chung-Ae and mom, receiving endless amounts of hugs and praises from them. I then looked back to the corner of the auditorium and saw that he was still there. I couldn't help but go to him, which left Chung-Ae and mom in a state of confusion. They didn't know where was I going, but I couldn't care. I had only one thing in mind, and that was closure.

I beckoned professor park to follow me to the hall, which made him perplexed. As we stood in the hallway, I took a big breath and bowed to professor Park which made him panic.

"Ms. Deung, please—"

"Thank you, Professor, for everything!" I cut him off. I stood up and saw his panicked face, which would have made me laugh if I wasn't so serious.

"Thank you for being a great role model to me, for consoling me, and for being so understanding. I couldn't be thankful for you enough. I probably wouldn't be where I am today without your help. I hope that I could somehow help you the same way you helped me, but it's not possible. So for that, I will be forever grateful for your help, sir." I said, feeling some tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

Professor Park smiled a soft smile and grabbed his handkerchief as he dried the tears that I didn't know I had shed.

"First of all, my help isn't what got you here in the first place. It's you, Ms. Deung. If you weren't as smart and amazing, my help would have meant nothing. You need to give yourself more credit, okay? And please, don't thank me for all of this. I'll gladly do it all over again because you deserve all of it," Professor Park said, patting my face gently to dry it off.

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, "Now, go celebrate. You won't get to repeat your graduation day, so make it count!"

I nodded to professor Park, bidding him goodbye one last time before leaving him to go to mom and Chung-Ae.

This chapter of my life is finally closed and done.

Lol I wrote this chapter while I'm sick, so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.

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britts-galaxy-brain · 1 year

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Oh no, anon is right. Ginger was hella about to be banned from my server at some point. I was far more lenient than I should have been and genuinely tried to resolve shit peacefully and then the stuff with "Turning Red" and "Encanto" happened in my server and they left.

Nathan made a bunch of jokes about how "Turning Red" should have focused or talked about 9/11, while we were trying to explain why that wouldn't happen. Mind you, both Ginger and Nathan knew this was a criticism started by MME and people started meming on him because of it, but regardless.

However, direct quote from Ginger: "Kinda a shame because Turning Red does have some problems with its pace, cohesion, and shallow characterization (as well as some very real stereotyping) that is even harder to talk about now that opinions like his muddied the waters"

When I pointed out/asked: "Wasn't the story written by a Canadian-Chinese woman though?" Ginger said that just because a film stars or is written by POC doesn't mean it's above criticism. And this is where I started to get admittedly annoyed. That may be true, but I also wanted to hear other Chinese-Canadians echo the same sentiment that Ginger held about the movie.

We had a bit of back and forth until I finally asked her: "Can you point me in the direction of someone who is chinese and someone who is Columbian who have made these criticisms? Like, I can see what you are saying but I would also appreciate hearing about criticisms from someone who isn't white. /gen" (mind you the tone indicator was very much included)

And Ginger shot herself in the foot when she said "I haven't read any for this film because they haven't been held up. Why do I have to find these sources to have these problems?" and Nathan literally just said "What the Fuck?" in response to me.

Ginger then proceeded to go on about how POC have rich and varied lives so "Why is their first big story about their cultural issues then?"

Which is... the dumbest fucking thing I have ever heard in my goddamn life, I cannot even begin to describe why this is so stupid, okay wow-

After I, politely, explained that perhaps as people of these ethnic and racial backgrounds that perhaps they wanted to discuss these issues because of their own experiences and that I'd still like to read or listen to a Chinese person discuss Ginger's talking points, I said that I didn't want us speaking over Chinese folks. And Ginger doubled down, claiming that she had her own thoughts and quote "I'm not speaking over anyone. I have my own thoughts, feelings, and concerns about a movies themes and problems."

If that isn't the literal definition of speaking over someone, I do not know what is.

And then after that, Nathan up and yells "This server has a real problem with autonomous thinking and respecting the views of anyone that doesn't 100% agree with them. I'm out."

Which literally isn't at all what happened. Then Nathan left right before I tried to explain why I believed he was wrong, to which Ginger said and these were her last words in my server:

"Yes. You are. And frankly I'm tired of feeling like this in here. This server has been an uncomfortable place to be in and I don't want to be part of it anymore. You all have a good night. Turning Red has problems. Later."

I sat there genuinely stunned for a few moments. While Ginger and Nathan were never obviously racist, they got so fucking whiny when I asked them to cite me a source of a Chinese person criticising "Turning Red" and a Colombian person criticising "Encanto" that it just goes back to this weird white knight shit.

They wanna sit there and be all progressive but when the Native American person is asking two white people to cite their sources and inadvertedly telling them to stop being white saviours, they double down. Not a cute look.

And mind you, this was just my personal experience. Some of my friends and I genuinely believe that one of our friends received anon harassment from one of them. The reason why we believe that is because the way the anon typed was eeriely similar to the way Nathan typed certain phrases. The guy is just generally unpleasant to be around.

Also everything about how Ginger and Nathan were being weird about autistic traits within characters and only seeing validity in them when they couldn't see their own autistic traits within them and Nathan shitting on OCs while then whining when one of my friends told him a read of "Jekyll and Hyde" that he ascribed to was "shallow" is also 100% true.

Quite frankly, Ginger has her head up her own ass and I believe a lot of it is thanks to Lily.

Wait he's the one who started the Turning Red 9/11 discourse?!! 💀💀

#this is fuckin wild #the projection omg

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nochi-quinn · 2 years

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campaign 3 episode 53: what a load. what a load of. a load of b

we never should have given sam the power of pre-recording

matt said if they're gonna make me do a movie ad I'm doing it in the goofiest way possible

I apparently need to watch that 4sd, shortonegaming keeps streaming on tuesdays so I missed it

laura squinting at the prompter

well-oiled machine

I need someone to report on the texture of that blanket

I do NOT have the money for it but god do I want it

aabria has claimed the blanket

"oh shit I bited the robit"

"no wait I'm mad at you"

I am fully walking around looking for my crochet hook during this lsdkjfls

half fucked-up, half fuckable

oh, having to make sure an area is safe for "our kind" is. hmm.

dial it back, is what I'm getting at

starlight express

werefaun

just tendiiiing

(tiktok references nobody but me understands)

(found my crochet hook)

mental whisper gossip network

"can I have advantage?" "just 'cause?"

deanna can only be heard by dogs

"I fall asleep" mood

I am begging matt to just say "houses"

"how long have you lived here?" "what a fun question"

"roll vibe check"

department store junes showed up here last december and proceeded to devour all our economic slack

"there's too much stuff in my brain, sometimes it just jumps out!" mood

imogen :(

travis: sheepishly nothing motherfucker 🔪🔪🔪

oh my god you can't just ask people why they're fauns

"alimony payment"

tilda swinton

I typed it as they were saying it lkadjfls

uwuessa

(fun story, my partner had uvulitus, but when I texted his wife about it she immediately sent back "UWUITIS?" so that was my twitter name for a while)

surely it's common knowledge that he's been under investigation

"we don't just have a druid part of the city!" why not, vasselheim does

"I don't know to be offended by that phrase"

oh. oh shit. hm. don't love that.

"I found a bag of skittles in a desk drawer and I've done nothing but eat the whole bag"

oh shit does trent's collar still work?? like I know that's small potatoes comparatively but

chetney looting like in tlou

mines? mines collapsing? ungood?

"you just hate gluten as a person?"

hmmm. unlike.

from within the palace?

BULLETS COME DOWN

"you're light an orym!"

okay I now actively dislike fcg

or at least the way sam is playing him currently

maybe I just have religious trauma idk

statue?? cursed statue???

all I'm picturing is a silver lynel

rogues are whatever

wait like zerxus' griffon?

I actually looked it up lmao, it's what the Savalirwood used to be called

she's not gonna heal you bro

oh that's a cool mini, I hate it

your badge, show him your fuckin badge!

are they within ten feet of me

"did you just roll a bunch of dice?" "no, I'm looking for more d10s" "MORE d10s?!"

jeSUS

[travis voice] there's too many diCE TO ROLL, MARISHA

oh wow, she showed him her fuckin badge

okay somebody draw the wall street bull

"and because you're fearne"

"I think frida's falling in love with fearne" "who doesn't?"

I love when travis' internal notes kick in

I think I might love umudara

a good boy!

"you made me sit between my exes and my dice are nervous!"

extra calming of extra emotions

cast valium

when you hide for three hours after going on a rampage in skyrim

I love her

"you passed everything"

can I just state how extremely HERE I am for the concept of all the old creatures and myths and mystical beasts coming back

The Magic Comes Back my beloved

"it might not be there anymore but we don't know that"

…what if what fucked up the savalirwood gets unfucked too

everything's on the table! total setting shift!

#critical role #spoilers #crititag #liveblog #reaction post

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crouton-knight · 2 years

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Talk about that time that Old Uncle Hubert found buried "treasure"

OH BOY OLD UNCLE HUBERT TIME

((Link below is where the game starts to be clear))

Okay so this was a long time ago before I was born, and probably before my great grandma on my grandmother's side was abducted in the jungle somewhere in Davao (though that's probably a story better told another time.)

Old Uncle Hubert as we called him wasn't actually an uncle? He kind of got the title posthumously because we realized he was in SO many of our family stories from way back when that it bore mentioning he had to be a cousin or uncle or something. Hubert's kind of a weird name for a Filipino dude of that time but I've never seen pictures of him so he might've been actually American or something.

Anyway, all that prelude aside, sometime in like the 30s or 40s, when All That Stuff Was Happening here in the Philippines, my grandma's (mother's side) family had A Lot Of Land. It's actually a bit awkward talking about that point in history with grandma because she insists that the Philippines was doing GREAT, that's how much land and how rich and unaffected she was at the time.

Old Uncle Hubert, of course, knew my grandma's family was filthy fucking rich. SO filthy rich in fact that there were rumors going around that they weren't JUST as rich as they were, obviously, they had to be Richer. I don't know how it happened, I don't know how he heard about it, but there got to be a rumor that there was buried treasure ALL over the property and you just had to go to a bunch of different spots, dig for like six feet, and find cases full of like, bags of Spanish silver or pre-colonial gold and gems or whatever.

Uncle is convinced that this is true, though I don't know the specifics of why. The fun part is that instead of trespassing, he decided to come up to my great great grandpa, the head of the household, and tell him in probably better ways than I'm about to say:

Uncle: Hey I think you have buried treasure on your property.

Great great grandpa presumably thought this was stupid but also didn't want to refuse Uncle's digging around in case it attracted more people digging around for Reasons. Whatever the case, he gave Uncle and a couple of the other guys in the family his blessing to dig up wherever the spot Uncle said was full of treasure.

They did not find treasure.

Uncle of course, having spent the better part of a day convincing great great grandpa to let him dig, tries digging in a spot like, a few feet away? Must've been a miscalculation, right?

Finds some old bullet casings under the topsoil but nothing else of interest. I unfortunately don't know what happened to the bullet casings, I would've wanted to see one.

ANYWAY this goes on for a pretty stupid amount of time, everyone's tired and filthy and most of the guys just go home and leave Uncle to his digging. I think grandma told me it was like, after dark that this next bit happened? It was past sundown, it was dark, crickets and snakes are about, that sort of thing. Not a good time to be out in the middle of a large pre-electricity area where nobody can hear you scream.

Uncle's shovel hit something really hard and he screams loud enough that people come running anyway, all the way from the house.

Unfortunately for Uncle, well, something you need to know about this island is that it's made of pre-historical limestone reef, and also is a "floating" island, in the sense that not too far down there's a lot of seawater and ground water and other subterranean waters going through caverns and tunnels and wearing away at the rock.

Old Uncle Hubert did not find treasure in the traditional sense.

What he did was he managed to break open a weak part at the top of a cavern like an eggshell, which proceeded to collapse under him for a few meters and leave a gaping hole in the middle of the property.

Luckily it wasn't a deep cavern and he wasn't actually all that hurt, just cold, wet, shocked, and probably traumatized for life.

And that's the story of the time Old Uncle Hubert found buried "treasure".

#tall tales #ask game #fun fact some of this actually is based on family lore #if you don't know which parts are true and which parts aren't #well #good luck #if you DO know #keep it to yourself and laugh with me #lies #fiction #my writing #anonymous #anon #asks

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canceramorem · 2 years

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The letter, or statement , or story, or whatever you want to call it is absolutely fucking horrible. I was raised in a way that I cannot tolerate men who rape, molest, or even look at a woman in a peverse way. It's just not in my DNA. Not only is it morally wrong, it's just something that I personally would never do. People that rape other people have a special place in hell. Marie had told me early on in our relationship that she had been raped in college. She told me she was gang raped. She told me she was at a fraternity house and there was a keg of beer. She apparently woke up to a guy trying to put it in her " butt" (she always says 'butt' instead of ass or anal when it comes to anal sex"), she woke up and saw a bunch of condom wrappers and she claims that some guys gang raped her. She told me she got dressed and called her sorority sister from the frat house phone and it was over a river or bridge- something to do with water- anyhow, she left home walking (didn't even ask for a ride from anyone-weird), and that was all she told me of her " rape" experience. She did however say that one of her rapists had a daughter now, which leads me to believe that she is friends with him, oh wait, she is. That's right, she even showed me his picture on Facebook. SHES FUCKING FRIENDS WITH THE GUY ON FACEBOOK!!! Why she never called the authorities and did something is beyond me. I mean godamn, how many other rapes could she prevented if she had reported this? Thats very fucked up on her part. She did mention on many occasions some other sexual experiences that had happened to her too. I didn't pay them too much mind because she would always mumble under her breath some really sick shit involving her relatives and other older people doing things to her ( maybe that's why she is such a whore nowadays - who knows) All I know is I have NEVER EVER EVER in my life so much as molested , touched , or looked at a girl in a bad perverse and unnatural way!

When I first read the letter that was to be used against me in a criminal proceeding I laughed. I knew none of the stuff was true in it. I mean come on , RAPE!?!? The opening statement was pretty fucking hilarious I thought as well. I met her on a "camping trip" ?! That's the farthest thing from the truth ,that I could possibly think. I mean, there I was in my tent eating lucky charms that fateful October day two years prior to this time, when Gary brought this homeless, drug addicted , and very attractive woman to me. She was definitely not "camping" , or on some camping trip, if she was , then with who? Yes, I did become instantly "enamored" with her (that's where I came up with it in my story). I did , do, and always will, love this fucking crazy woman name Marie Clara Camp. Unfortunately, I was in jail and didn't have any humanly possible way to prove this , except Marie herself telling them the truth. As far as the prosecutor and everyone else knew, I really did stalk her and come all the way to Northern New York to drug her and have sex with her tampon infected pussy! Because remember, the reason I got so upset to begin with is because she wouldn't go to the hospital and get the fucking thing taken out.This was a very low point in my life, being accused of something like that is a life-changing experience.

At this point, I was ready for trial, this bitch was not going to put me away for assault so I can go to prison labeled as a RAPE-O! (Do you know what they do to rapists in prison?) I didn't think she was that heartless of a person, to actually not tell them otherwise, boy was I mistaken. Not only did she go to a grand jury indictment and testify against me, but she said absolutely nothing to say I never raped her. For me to not deny the false story they wrote would be the same as admitting to it. NOT HAPPENING CAPTAIN! It was at this point when I had my new attorney Richard V. Manning, file a counter motion/affidavit denying all of the bullshit allegations that were made against me, which meant it was going to be fucking world war 3 with these fucking people. Meanwhile, while I was fighting for my freedom, little miss perfect , Marie Clara Camp was living the good life in her new apartment, having parties with dudes, and going to bars. She got caught with about 700$ worth of shit. She told me afterwards that it was a dude she met in the medicaid cab. He invited her over to trick with him. well apparently he got sick of her and threw her out- GO FIGURE. It was at this point when I started to not give a fuck, I was hungry though, and the jail was offering some cool programs for inmates. One of them was "Game Nights". As I found out, this was actually worth coming to jail for! Let the game nights begin! ( and FUCK YOU MARIE! )

#MARIECLARACAMP #VALERIEJANEGREEN #duanekennethclookey #JASONLEEPLASTER #STREETLOVEANDSEAGLASS

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squireofgeekdom · 6 months

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okay FINE here's the role reversal au?

before I watched Echo I went and rewatched s1 of Daredevil. which then proceeded to take over my brain in a grand throwback to 2015.

and my brain absolutely latched on to the many layers of parallels and foiling between the protagonist and antagonist trios and just how well that season does 'the villain absolutely believes they are the reasonable one here and that the hero is getting in the way of the good they're going to do' and just does a really really compelling antagonist in general

and then it started to generate 'okay, but how do you plausibly do the reversal of those two trios as protagonist/antagonists' and it Would Not Stop until I finally gave in and opened yet another google doc and started jotting down my notes. thus the specific exasperated tone to that google doc titling XD

(i also tried to check ao3, like 'surely this specific role reversal au has been done a bunch of different ways a dozen times, this season has been out for nine years' WRONG. searching multiple possible role reversal/hero villain swap tags got me like, one fic of this specific role reversal which was wrapped up with a bunch of other stuff I wasn't looking for, though godspeed to that author for being the One person I could find getting something down for this concept. if someone knows of a fic along these lines please send it my way i am being totally honest. 'i searched ao3 assuming this had been done a dozen times and there was zilch' is also part of how cisco & harry in a pacific rim au happened XD)

i'm fairly certain i am not going to write this out as a full fic and instead keep it to some snippets in the setting that i'm really driven to write. (but that's what i said about the believe au and, well, that's one fic away from being a finished series & finished story)

anyway, the thing that i really couldn't stop thinking about is the idea that instead of going the Spider-Gwen comics route with Earth 65 Matt 'Murderdock' Murdock having been trained by the Hand, have it be a case where Stick continues his training past the point he kicked Matt out in the show, because I would fight Stick in an Arby's parking lot and the idea of him being responsible for Matt being the antagonist amuses me, and also because it fits the 'antagonist thinks he's really the best case scenario here no matter what he has to do' framing, and so Matt is full zealous general of the Chaste - but still having ended up with a different perspective from Stick, which I kind of get into here, with a flashback to Matt and Foggy in college, starting off talking about Elektra:

Matt laughs, “No, she just … knows my mentor. He was talking to her about getting me to come back and do a job.” “Huh. Okay.” Foggy says. “You and your mentor - don’t get along?” “He’s the most important person in my life.” Matt says, with a kind of fervor that makes Foggy sit back. “Definitely the most important person I know,” he adds, with a forced chuckle. “That’s… a lot.” Foggy says. “So…” “You know anyone who’s just like… not getting their head around the twenty-first century?” “Sounds like my dad, I keep having to help him with his phone - what?” Matt lets out the snort of laughter he’d clearly been holding in. “Just thinking about St - my mentor’s face if someone ever compared him to a dad.” Foggy does not say yikes, but it shows on his face. “Anyway,” Matt says. “It’s not just the tech stuff, you know. Like… it’s how things work.” “Oh, like when you tell your uncle you’re job searching and he says you should just be showing initiative and walking in to real brick and mortar stores and asking if they’re hiring -” “A lot like that.” Matt chuckles. “My mentor is a real … well, more of a sticks and stones kind of guy than even a brick and mortar kind of guy, but … that sort of thing. You want a building, you make it one brick at a time, you want a building down you knock it down wall by wall.” Foggy imitates smashing noises. “But that’s such a tiny part of the picture. The decisions - what gets built where, what gets torn down - that’s where the real power to change things is. And that’s where you need to know what the zoning laws are, who writes the laws, who is in charge of the permits and the land rights.” “The things we know.” “Exactly. You need to live in that world, if you’re going to get things done.” Foggy claps Matt on the shoulder. “We’ll be in that world soon, and we’ll get things done. And,” he adds, “make enough money to forget all about that Greek girl, am I right?” Matt laughs. “Already forgotten.”

send me a wip title and i'll tell you something about it!

#squire talks #wip meme #daredevil role reversal au #fezwearingjellybananas

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boxed-chardonay · 2 years

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Ok, since the last story brought up some feelings, let me explain.

I was an outcast by my grandparents' eyes, and I still sort of am. Oh gosh, where to start. Let's start with this

A little insight. on this side of the family I have 3 grandparents 2 of which are biological and separated and 1 of which is a step grandparent still married into the family by my bio grandfather. This has to do with all 3 of them. But for right now, it's just my grandfather and his wife.

Let's see so many memories where to start. Well, I guess my earliest memory would be Christmas eve. We live about 3 hours away from them so I never saw them too often. Every Christmas Eve, they would throw a family party. During the earliest one I remember I was the youngest grandchild so when they handed out gifts I would be the last and they would hand me a what can be described as a "santa" bag with a bunch of different things in it. Heres where it turns bad. It was the last Christmas for me to receive this bag it had normal things, cloths, socks, underwear, cheap toys, etc. Now this is a good size family. Easley 25 or so people would show up. Not only was I the last one to receive gifts I also was the one to receive the cheapest gifts as well. And I know what yall thing "well how selfish" or "you should be more grateful" and to that I respond. It was never about being great full for what they gave me it was how I always got the ass end of what was being dealt.

Well what do you know I noticed my cousins getting not only more stuff but igher value stuff from out grandparents. And um not talking 10 - 20$ stuff I'm talking bout 50$ + on several items on several occasions. So I ask my mom whay that was and she told me "it's because they celebrated Christmas here and they didn't celebrate on Christmas day" I was 5 is perhaps a bit younger so I accepted that as an excuse.

My parents were livid and have been since they started doing this. This was like one of the "last straw moments"

A couple years go by to my next memory. This one happened on my birthday... or the week of my birthday. They wanted to celebrate. Ine and a few others birthdays on 1 day. We all went to the beach my parents didn't bring Me a gift because of when my birthday was. We swam and of corse none of the other kids my age in the family would play with me so it was me and my dad. Despite him trying to get me to play with the other kids when they wouldn't play with me. At the end of the beach trip all sat at a bench where they had 2 cakes. 1 for one of the cousins who was turning 16 for here and her parents and who ever joined them the second one went to siblings who had birthday the same month. And I kid you not I was given a cupcake and a juice box. And was told to sit at the end of the table while everyone dis they're thing. Gift giving came around again where the other 3 received alot of gifts of high value. I received a .50 cent hotwheel car. At this point I just wanted to go home as usual because I have been once again treated unfairly.

A year or so goes by and my cousin from my mom's side joins us one summer weekend because of her mom being in the hospital recovering from a procedure. One of thease evenings we all sat down for dinner my mom, dad, me my cousin and my grandparents. My cousin sat next to my mom and my mom made her a plate even though I typically sat next to my mom with no fault of my cousins my dad made me sit by him. Where he threw stuff he knew I didn't like on a plate and then required me to eat it. Upon refusal I then had my grandfather attempting to shove food down my throat because "it was what was on my plate" after about 10 ish minutes of fighting and everyone yelling at him to stop he proceeded to grab me by my arm and lock me in a closet for over an hour. After I profusely told my dad not to put what i refused to eat on my plate.

Some time goes by. Once again another summer shows up and I end up letting my parents convince me to spending a week with my grandparents 4 hours away when I didn't want to in the first place. Alot of stuff took place during the summer week for example. I have scoliosis and as a result have back pain. My grandfather proceeded to kick a chair out from under me and throw it across the room because it was a sign of me being "lazy". In the same week we went fishing with one of his friends and his daughter. I take time getting use to handling fish but I can do it my self. He then made fun of me and wouldn't give me a chance to get a fish off the hook. Then complained when he decided to harass me and not fish for himself. We caught 75 fish total that day btw. So I don't know what his complaint was.

Other things have happened through out the years some smaller than others he seems to think that he can dog me to my dad and in that case he's right because my dad hasn't stopped him. Part of me wants to go visit because nothing my step grandmother did was wrong and I quite enjoy spending time with her. But every time there's an outing or event and I plan on going up there he has to insult me, belittle me, or do anything he can to make me feel small. He wants me to visit but I'm not visiting someone who has been a pest in my life for the duration of my entire 22 years of existence. I like family members from that side of the family but I'm not going to put myself in the way if someone who has never truely cared for me.

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kuromochimi · 2 years

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Inviting (DILF!) Mitsuya to your child’s PTA Meeting

Mitsuya x Reader

Content & Warnings: Fluff, the slightest bit suggestive, fem!reader, talks about pregnancy

Mitsuya pulls the hand brake, putting the car on park once he safely secured a spot. He got out of the car, immediately coming over to your side to open your door before opening the back seat door to pick up your 4 year old daughter. She gladly reached out for her father’s embrace. It wasn’t always that he came along to these meetings. In fact, this was a first. He usually had stuff to do or you just wanted him to rest on weekends but this time around, you asked him to come with since he seemed like he had ample time for rest of even if he attended the meeting with you. Besides, you were feeling a little nauseous so it was probably best for him to go with you. Before the three of you got inside the building, you realized your forgot your phone in the car. “Takashi, you go on ahead. Just ask hana where the classroom is, I forgot something in the car” he nodded reluctantly as he probably wanted to get it for you but before he could protest, you were already running back to the car. After retrieving your phone, you hurriedly tried to catch up to your husband and daughter. You caught sight of them, takashi stopping to wait for you to catch up. And that’s when you noticed. There were a bunch of eyes on your family. Or to correct that, on your husband. You were always with him that you forgot how stupid handsome he was. Come to think of it, aside from his gorgeous features, he does spend an awful lot of time studying fashion and he’s always surrounded by stylish people that he has become one himself. You also shamelessly thought about how much of a fucking dilf he was.

You weren’t sure if it was the green monster jealousy at play but even your daughter’s home room teacher seemed to join the bandwagon. She usually talked to you during direct parent-teacher sessions but she was only talking to your husband now. Only occasionally approaching you. Of course you didn’t want to be petty so you chose to act as normal as possible but with takashi as your husband? The slightest change could never escape his keen observation. On the car ride home, while hana was asleep, he finally spoke up. “So, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” He carefully reached out his hand to rest on your hand which was situated on your thigh. “What do you mean, love? Everything’s fine” he sighed. “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me, but if you ever need to get it out of your system, I’m always here, okay?” There’s no point lying to him “Okay fine. I was jealous. They were looking at you and the teacher kept talking to you and looking at you. I’m sorry, I know there’s no reason to be jealous, I must be tired or something” it was the truth. If you were the jealous type then he probably won’t be working as a fashion designer. If you were the jealous type, you’d go berserk every time a model hugs him or approaches him or posts photos with him. But that was never the case. At this point, you were a tad irritated at how irrational you were being and you were feeling sorry that your husband had to get roped into your mood swings. Wait a minute.. mood swings? You rarely experienced them even when it was that time of the month. “Hey, pretty momma, we’re home. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He endearingly stroked your head before proceeding to take hana into his arms to get her to bed, careful not to disrupt her nap. You followed them, flopping your body on the couch once inside. A few moments later, he occupied the space beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. “Are you really feeling alright?” ; “Mhm, just tired, kashi” just then, his phone sounded a gentle reminder. He had a tracker for your period on his phone. “Oh baby, I’ve to get you some pads and snacks, I’ll be right back”.

A few days later, there still wasn’t a sign of your period and your periods were pretty regular so this was definitely out of the norm. “Are you maybe pregnant?” He finally blurted out. A couple minutes of pacing around and five pregnancy tests later, it finally clicked. The nausea, the mood swings, tiredness, even the extra horniness, you were pregnant. Safe to say, your husband was through the moon after confirming the news. “So, that’s why you were so jealous huh” he teased. “Oh fuck off takashi, you still have to make it up to me, you know?” ; “Again? I’ll have you know that because I always have to make it up to you, we ended up with baby #2, not that I’m complaining” he gave you a quick peck before hoisting you up in his arms, celebrating the new addition to your family.

#tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers #mitsuya scenarios #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya fluff

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stargazer-balladeer · 3 years

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S/o’s birthday but locks themselves in their rooms because they don’t feel special [Genshin Impact]

Characters Included: Aether, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya & Venti.

Notes: Ayeeee! Since it’s my birthday today, why not make this? :))) I actually got carried away 🥲 this is around 3.5k words in total. Hope ya’ll like this!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral (tho i think there’s a slight implied female hehe…)

Warning: probably some swear words here and there knowing me- and mild suggestive themes in kaeya’s part

[albedo, scaramouche, xiao]

Aether remembers your birthday more than he knows his- like srsly, he’s the kind that remembers his s/o’s bday more than his. He’s also the kind that celebrates it privately unless you want to celebrate it with others, which he doesn’t mind. He might have a hard time deciding what kind of gift you want, but sooner or later, he already has one (or multiples bc he can’t decide-).

Imagine his confusion when your day finally arrives but he can’t find you anywhere, even Paimon, who was excited to celebrate your bday (“oohh~ I can’t wait to eat the cake!” - Paimon), seems confused. Probably the culprit in planting worry in the travellers head as she jumps to conclusion that you might’ve been kidnapped.

Luckily, he checked your house before he could report it to the knights of Favonius or the Qixing (like any normal person should do really-). When he received no reply, he takes out the spare key you gave him and entered your house, an invasion of privacy he knows but it's an emergency-

Knowing that you’re in your room when he can’t find you downstairs, he knocks on your bedroom door softly while calling your name. Imagine his (and Paimon’s) relief when the door cracked open. Immediately engulfing you into a hug, he lets out a sigh of relief. He then proceeds to ask you what you were doing inside your room when it’s your birthday. His heart literally broke when you stated your reason. Tightening his hold around your figure, he smiles bitterly, knowing that feeling all too well..

“That’s not true. None of that stuff is true. Everyone deserves to feel special on their birthday, most especially you. We’ve brought some food, and cake of course. Also some gifts from other people. If you want, do you want to celebrate it with just the two, or rather three, of us?”

You, who was a literal angel in his eyes deserve the world. He honestly wants to find whoever put that idea in your head but that was reserved for another moment. For now, his main priority is your happiness. Guiding you downstairs where Paimon was (she left when aether hugged you, knowing you two needed privacy. also the cAKE-), he watches as your eyes sparkle at the sight of the cake.

Grinning softly he made sure you had fun with your birthday. Even though it would be more fun with more people, it feels more special if it’s celebrated with just the two of you. Staring you with pure adoration as you laughed merrily at the sight of Paimon stuffing herself with food. He couldn’t help himself but lean forward to place a kiss on your forehead and then on your lips, leaning back with a smile on his face.

“Happy birthday, my love. May many more to come. Maybe next time, we can invite other people. Though I don’t mind if we’ll celebrate it with just the two of us only-” And Paimon! Don’t forget about Paimon!” “Yes yes. And Paimon.”

Similar to Aether, he would most definitely remember your birthday. After all, it holds a special place in his heart, alongside his family. And since this boi is rich af, he would most definitely try to spoil you on your birthday. Piles of expensive (or just cheap yet meaningful) gifts, reservation to a high-class restaurant in Liyue Harbor, and all that glamour.

Actually, he didn’t find it odd that he didn’t see you immediately, thinking that you overslept or just relaxing in your house. But he soon finds it weird when it’s already around 3 in the afternoon and no sign of your face in the crowd, something he raised a brow at but shrugged it off. It isn’t until it’s almost the time of the reservation he made when he finally realized what’s going on.

When he arrived at your house, dressed in a suit similar to Zhongli except it’s entirely black and white, waiting for you to come out. After a couple of minutes, he soon got concerned and decided to enter your bedroom through the window (pls do not do this at home). Startled at the sudden appearance of your handsome yet cheeky boyfriend, he stares at you with eyes asking the questions he didn’t dare to tell.

Knowing he will get his answer one way or another, you decided to tell him about your dilemma. After you finished explaining yourself, silence surrounds you, which is quite worrisome since your boyfriend is known for his rather talkative behavior. Blinking in surprise at the sudden embrace of the 11th Harbinger, his hug was rather tight but not too tight that it cuts your oxygen. Speaking in a low, faint voice, a surprising feat for him, you can make out what he said as clear as day.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve noticed it sooner. I was trying to be a perfect boyfriend for you but I guess I failed in that aspect. You know, if you feel like you aren’t special enough to celebrate your birthday, then what about me? Me who stained his hands with the red blood of his enemies, always engaging in a fight, clashing with other blades. Insecurity is really an asshole huh? Let me make it up to you now. Let’s not anymore go to that stupid high-class restaurant, c’mon, up you go. You better dressed comfortably when I come back or else…”

Leaving you quickly before coming back immediately, this time in more comfortable clothing rather than the stiff suit he wore earlier. This time as well, he entered your house normally through the door. In his arms, he was holding a bunch of stuff and proceeded to dump it on the living room table. It was different kinds of movies in different genres, you spotted some of your favorite movies in them (makes you also wonder where he got these from since you don’t remember seeing these in the room he stays-).

He would suggest making a pillow fort, and while making the pillow fort, he proceeded to smack you with one. Which ensued a pillow fight between you two. It successfully made the both of you a laughing mess by the end, filled with feathers. Childe then carries you bridal style to the incomplete pillow fort and starts the movie you chose. Placing you in his lap and placing his head either on your shoulder or head depending on your height, cuddling you from behind tightly with a contented smile on his face.

“You know what? This might not be how I envisioned how your birthday would go, but I’m not complaining. Happy birthday, comrade. My most adorable and most cutest and only love. I love you so much that you’ll be the very reason why I die so suddenly. So stop being so cute okay?”

(You two are living together in this one.)

Diluc has the probability of forgetting your birthday due to his busy schedule, especially if it’s starting to rise when your birthday draws near. He might neglect you for a couple of days, too engrossed in his work. When the day finally arrives, it completely leaves his mind. Like he’ll think of it as a completely ordinary working day. It isn’t until one of your friends told him to send you their birthday greetings that he remembered. And oh boy does he feel guilty, like srsly, he literally froze when he realizes what day it is today. And you know what that means? ✨Panicc✨

Honestly, I can see him buying the whole store XD. In the state of panic, his common sense just leaves him completely that he ends us buying practically the whole store. It would be sent to the Dawn Winery immediately as he buys some flowers from Flora, who also sent you her birthday greetings, which made him more guilty-

When Diluc steps foot inside the manor, he tries to search for you outside the gardens where he usually finds you but when he doesn't, he gets worried. Asking the head maid immediately about your whereabouts, and his concern and worry (and guilt) grew even more when he finds out that you haven’t gone out of your room. He quickly went to your shared room, with the flowers still in his hands, and knocked on your door. Calling your name softly and asking for permission to enter, when granted he entered the room as quickly as possible. But seeing the sight of you bundled up in your blanket made his heart crack.

Placing the flowers at the bedside table, he quickly made his way in front of you and kneeled down to meet your eye level. You can tell he was very worried about you with how frantic his eyes seem and the concern underlying it. With the way he was staring at you, you can’t help but spill your insecurity to him. The reason why you were hiding in his room rather than go out to celebrate your day of birth. Every word you spill made his heart break even more. Seeing tears started to leak from your eyes, he placed his two hands on your face wiping away the tears with his thumbs. Smiling at you gently and placing a kiss on your eyelids and on your nose.

“I completely understand, my love. Even I sometimes feel that way. Also to the point where I don’t want to celebrate my birthday even, but that won’t do my love. You are so special, you deserve your special day to be well special. If you want to simply lay here and sleep, then so be it. If you want to go out and do something, then I’ll happily oblige. Let’s obliterate those awful thoughts, and if those keep persisting, I’ll slice them up for you. I’ll keep picking you up when you fall. So, what is your command, my love?” (i'm so tempted for him to say master-)

Whatever your answer may be, one thing for sure, Diluc is seen smiling adoringly at you. Even the maids noted how soft the master is around you, particularly today. Whether curled up together in the bed, with him embracing you tightly to his chest and placing a kiss on top of your head. And if you listen carefully, you can hear him quietly humming a tune that his father (or mother) sang to him. Or you two outside in the garden, simply admiring the view with his hand around your waist.

Either way, at the end of the day, he would wake you up or make you go inside for dinner. You haven’t eaten breakfast or lunch yet so you’re probably hungry by now. If you don’t want to leave your room or want to return to your room, he would understand and make the maids bring the food to you. When the maid(s) finally arrives with the food, you notice the cake on the tray. Looking at him as he chuckles, taking the trays from the maids. Humming a light tune, he scoops a spoonful of cake and holds it to your mouth, with a slight smirk on his face, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Stop staring at me like that, did you really think I would let the day go by for you to not celebrate your birthday properly? From what I know, birthdays have cakes in them, whether a huge cake or a cupcake. Say ‘ahh’~... Happy birthday my love. May next year be more enjoyable than now.”

Kaeya remembers your birthday like the back of his hand, I think he’s even more excited than you really. Eagerly awaiting your birthday as he counts down the days, dropping hints and stuff to you birthday-related, and probably plans a birthday party for you. The knights immediately agreed on it, including a certain bard, traveler, and wine master (albeit more hesitantly). He made sure that this party would be successful, constantly checking on the plans and such. To the point that everyone was practically fed up with his constant questions. But they understand that he wants this to be a successful and enjoyable party for you. It got to the point where Diluc kicked him out of his Tavern after asking for the umpteenth time.

When your day finally arrives, he was practically beaming with joy and excitement. To the point where he can’t hide it behind the cool and suave facade he wears. He quickly made his way to you, going along with the plan of distracting you as they started to prepare for the party. In his total excitement, he didn’t notice the rather gloomy atmosphere around the house. But when he arrived at your door, that is when he noticed how quiet your house is.

Now albeit worried, his excited smile slipping from his face and now replaced with a worried frown, he knocked on your door, calling you in his usual teasing voice. When he didn’t hear your response, the bubble of anxiety appeared in his body. Twisting the knob and finding it unlocked, he quietly and carefully opened the door. Seeing your back immediately, seeing your side rise and fall making him sigh in relief that you were still alive. Closing the door gently but made a noise to alert you of his presence. Taking a seat behind you, he ran his cold fingers on your back, watching you arching at the sudden coldness of his fingers. Smiling slightly, he asked what’s wrong.

Turning around to face him, you buried your face on his chest, inhaling his strong masculine scent. Instinctively wrapping his arms around you, he played with your hair with one of his hands. Tapping on your head slightly, beckoning for you to answer his question. With no way out, you decided to come clean. You explain how you feel like you don’t feel like you deserve to be treated as special on your birthday and all that sort. His face was void of emotion as he stared at the ceiling with his unique pair of blue eyes. Outside he might seem emotionless. But inside, he was on the brink of insanity. Who dares to put such an idea on his s/o’s mind? Why would you think of that? Was this insecurity of yours also his fault?

“That must be the most stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. You’re not special? Please. Don’t try to make me laugh with that joke ‘cause it’s not funny. You are a jewel, a star, a constellation. As rare as the gems, or rather visions. You can even rival the very sun with your smile. I know those demons in your head keep saying those words to you, the temptation is so tempting, right? Just succumbing to them to make them quiet. But that’s why I’m here, my dearest snowflake. I’m here for you. You’re so special to everyone, most especially to me. You mean the world to me. Anyway, enough of this tear-jerking stuff, we have a party to celebrate. And we can’t celebrate it without the birthday gal/guy now can we?”

Despite your protests, he lifted you effortlessly and carried you outside and into the dawn winery where the party was held. Placing you on the ground and pushing you forward where people from Mondstadt came and greeted you with happy birthdays. Smiling at the sight of you being overwhelmed at the warm greetings, and then chuckling at how bright your face became. Diluc nudges him to you, beckoning him to help you before returning to what he was previously doing (most likely trying to force a bard to not finish all the wines in the vicinity).

After a while in the party, Kaeya brings you to a secluded place with no people for air. Being in a party filled with people could be suffocating at times, especially if you’re not used to it. He intertwined his hands with yours and bends down to meet your eye level (or leans down if you have the same height as him-). He gives you a cheeky smile and proceeds to place a peck on your lips. Chuckling when you pouted and glared at him, wanting more kisses.

“My my, what a greedy vixen~ But it is indeed your birthday so I guess I have no choice but to oblige to whatever my birthday vixen wants me to do. Would you like me to strip as well? Haha. Kidding kidding. Happy birthday, princess/prince. May many more to come. Oh! I forgot. I heard from a certain birdie that you ordered for a personal performance from me~ would you like to get it now?”

Since we all know that Venti practically doesn’t do anything like every day, I would safely say that he would remember your birthday. Probably save some mora to buy you a gift for your birthday, even though it’s not as fancy as the people in Liyue (they all rich kids-), it’s still meaningful. He probably made a bracelet all by himself with the beads he either bought or also made by himself. Nevertheless, he was as excited as Kaeya for your birthday. Already prepared songs to sing for you when that day comes.

Venti immediately searches for you when the day finally arrives, but his excited and bright smile vanishes when he can’t find you in the crowd of people. Raising a brow at your sudden disappearance, he searched for you everywhere, the tavern, the church, the headquarters, everywhere but your house. So when he finally arrives at your house, he was filled with worry and concern. Entering your room through the window like usual, he sees your figure sitting on the floor while reading a book.

He pouted at the sight as he made his presence known by asking you why you were here and reading a book on your birthday. He watches as you jump from where you are and turns to look at him, sighing at the sight of him. He slowly made his way to you and sat next to you, his legs sprawled across the floor. He takes note of the food around you, which was non-birthday festive, it was just ordinary food. Not understanding why you’re sulking in your room, he asked you what’s wrong.

Venti’s eyes widened at your explanation, feeling the sadness leaking at the words you said. They weave themselves around his heart, squeezing it, making him have a hard time breathing. He shares your pain. He was your soulmate after all. He immediately engulfed you in a hug, stuffing his face on the crook of your neck. You were so vulnerable in his eyes. You were so fragile. He desperately wants to protect you from the pain. But looks like he can’t protect you from your own demons.

“Even though I promised myself to not say or do anything that’ll make you sad, I just need to get it off my chest. I’m sorry you had to suffer through that, those demons that a simple bard that weaves stories into songs can’t erase. Alright, no more feeling sorry for yourself. It’s time to get out and spend the rest of the day enjoyable, perfect for my precious Cecilia.”

Without any warnings, he picked you up and jumped out of your window. Shrieking at the sudden fast pace, you instinctively wrapped your hands around him as he landed on the ground. Giving you a smug smile while saying “didn’t think i’d let you fall now?” Please slap him. Anyway, he laughed at your aggression and continued to run. Even if you ask where you’re going, he just says it's a secret. So might as well enjoy being in his arms as he continues to run (you swear you can feel the wind adding to his speed but that was just maybe your imagination-).

After a while, he placed you down and you realized where you are. It was Starsnatch Cliff, surrounding you were Cecilia flowers. Venti jumped on you, making you fall to the ground as he giggles. His hat flown back from the force of his sudden attack, he still has that stupid big smile on his face. Since his laughter is contagious, you couldn’t help but laugh alongside him. His eyes glistened with delight at the sight of your smile finally. Grabbing your hand and placing the bracelet he made, he pressed a kiss on your knuckle.

“This bracelet shall be a promise from me to you, a fellow bard to the fairest queen/king. I shall love you for eternity, this heart will only beat for you, and this body belongs to you. If you’re in dire need of assistance, don’t hesitate to call me. I’ll be there, forever and always. Happy birthday, my sweet flower.”

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purplekiwis · 3 years

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OMG YES! Damaged goods blurb! Can you do a fluff one where one of them is sick with seasonal flu and the other has to take care of them, but they're being stubborn about it because that's just what they do and how they are 🤧

Okay, okay... here she is! It's a bit meh I think, but I hope you like it! 🥰

Harry is sick and grumpy, and Y/N takes care of him (from the Damaged Goods AU)

Harry feels miserable.

He’s worse than miserable, really,

because he has a cold… or is it the flu?! He has never known to spot the differences between the two, but he recognized all of the early signs, of course...

As per usual, it started with nothing but a sore throat one morning when he woke up, that ended up lingering throughout the whole day, then came a headache, and the tiredness, and the chills…

It wasn’t so unbearable at first… but the symptoms only kept getting worse and worse as the hours went by, to the point of leaving him with no choice but to skip his classes in favor of staying in bed… suffering.

The worst part about it? He wasn’t even suffering at home – where his mom could be taking her lips to his forehead every so often to see if he had a fever, and bringing him bowls of soup and fruit cubes on that same familiar bedtray that had accompanied him throughout all his periods of sickness.

Mom would also be making sure he stayed hydrated and took his medicine in time... which by the way, he wasn’t taking any. Logically speaking, Harry knew he should have gone to a pharmacy by now, to get something to make him feel better, but how? When he couldn't even muster the will to get up and go downstairs to fill the empty water bottle perched on his nightstand.

He couldn’t move.

Every single inch of his body hurt.

And now he was starting to get shivery under his bedclothes... for fucks sake.

If only he had Pepper, his spaniel mutt puppy, around to snuggle and keep his body cozy and warm like a hot water bag... then perhaps Harry would've been in a better mood. Yeah, definitely. Pepper would've let him bury his snotty face into its soft fur, and not even think to complain if its owner left a puddle of guck all over said fur.

But well, Pepper isn't there.

And being sick sucks.

Especially because Harry really wants some cuddles... and it hasn't been helping his case whatsoever that in this trying day of illness, his mind has done nothing but think of Y/N.

Pondering over what outfit she must have worn that day and what she might be up to while he’s laying there on his deathbed. He also wonders if she has noticed his absence, and if so… if she’s worried about him.

He huffs once he checks his phone again and realizes there are still no messages from her. She doesn’t have to check on him. He knows that, but he can't help that he likes to be cared for sometimes… and as it turns out illness has a tendency to turn him into a big, needy baby... who really wants to have Y/N taking care of him. It would be so good. She could play with his hair the way he likes, give him forehead kisses, hold his hand…

Harry sighs out loud. Her company would be even better than Pepper's, he believes... although Harry isn't so sure Y/N would enjoy having his snot on her as much as his trusty pup would, but that’s beside the point.

It’s even more beside the point because he knows she's not coming to see him.

She’s mad at him, he recalls now. Stupidly so, if he's allowed to think that - he did nothing wrong, after all. She asked him for a “brutally honest opinion” on a design work she was doing for one of her classes, and he simply gave her what she asked for, plain as that. But of course, then she didn’t like what he had to say and got sulky. Just girls being girls, he guesses…

Harry should've known better than to think that would stop her from coming to see him, though. His girl was a little box of surprises, after all... a true master in the art of keeping him on his toes.

She showed up only half an hour after she was done with her classes... softly knocking on his door before poking her head inside with a smile, only for her jaw to drop in shock at the absolute misery that oozed from his pores.

“Y/N…” His voice cracked sickly, almost comically. Harry could have laughed at it if he wasn't so utterly lethargic. “What- what are you doing here?”

“Well, what do you think?” The girl huffed, shutting the bedroom door behind her and heading towards the end of the bed to get a good look at him, hands on her hips. “Why didn't you tell me you were sick? Here I was, going about my day thinking you had slept in for being a bum, only to find out through your friends that you were unwell.”

Harry bit the inside of his cheek, trying to hide his downright amusement at her worried state. Y/N was worried about him? Well then, perhaps her irritation had passed and she had forgiven him… which meant maybe he’d get to have those cuddles he wanted so bad. “I thought you were mad at me?” He poked, eyebrows arching teasingly the best they could with the little energy the muscles on his face could muster.

“Well, I was and am now even more.” She punctuated. “But I still care, obviously. How am I supposed to leave you by yourself when you look like that?” She put down the bag she was holding at the edge of the bed and kneeled next to it on the floor.

“Look like what?” He frowned again. “All snotty and gross?”

“Precisely… and an awful lot like Rudolph the reindeer as well.” Y/N added, with a soft pat to the tip of his swollen, red nose.

Harry smiled at that, right before his eyes fell on the bag over his bed. “Did you go to the store to get those creepy sheet masks you wanted?”

“Huh?” She muttured confused, before noticing where he was looking at. “Oh no, um… these are just some things I got for you. Just vitamins and those gummies for when you have a sore throat, and also uh…” Y/N's cheeks went a little hot. “I got some chicken soup from the buffet restaurant as well, you know… the one next to the drug store. I thought it might do you good…”

“You went to get all that stuff for me?” Harry asked, Y/N hummed happily in confirmation, her eyes gleaming with tenderness. “Y/N... you shouldn't have. That shit is so expensive, and I'm fine, really. It's just a cold. You dont have to worry, let alone take care of me.”

“No offence, but I think I do.” The girl challenged his statement, picking up the halfway used toilet paper roll placed on his nightstand. “For a start, you shouldn’t even be using this to blow your nose. It’ll only irritate your skin and make it more sore.”

Harry rolled his eyes playfully. “That’s such a mum thing to say…” He grumbled in attempt to mask the fact that the secret big, needy baby in him was loving every single bit of the mom talk, and the same applies to when Y/N clicked her tongue chastisingly once he stubbornly snatched the roll off her hand and pulled out some more paper.

She took the chance that he had moved his arm to move a bit closer, sitting on the edge of the bed next to his pillow. “Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?” She asked, lovingly running her digits through his unwashed curls. They felt a little waxy and knotty in her hands, but she didn’t mind it in the slightest. She just wanted to make him feel better in any way she could. So she kept playing with his hair, scratching at the roots and combing her fingers through his strands just the way she knew he reveled in - only breaking contact once she was almost certain that he had fallen asleep on her... However, as soon as Y/N began to pull her hand away to check her phone, Harry let out a whine and bumped his forehead against her wrist, in a silent request for her to keep going. “You're such a baby sometimes…” Y/N whispered, proceeding to fulfill his wish.

“Mhm... your baby.” He sighed happily.

Y/N smiled to herself at the state of pure bliss Harry was in. So utterly distracted by the slow puffy nature of his breaths, that she almost didnt notice that his droopy eyes had opened and were now fixed on her. He cleared his throat painfully. “Y/N... can I have one of those gummies you got? My throat hurts and I really want to try one.”

Y/N let out a tiny chuckle at the pleading tone he'd used, nodding as she got up to grab the bottle from the bag. She threw it at him playfully to catch midair, knowing that his reflexes were outstanding. “Ohh these seem nice. I love lemon and honey flavored shit.” He told her whilst inspecting the label.

“Yeah?” Y/N couldn’t help but to grin, feeling quite proud of herself for picking the right flavor. But her smile quickly melted into an expression of concern once she watched Harry crack open the bottle and carelessly throw a bunch of gummies into his mouth. “Harry! What are you- that’s not candy! You can’t eat them by the handful!”

“Oi, chill out… it’s just gummies. What wrong could it do?” He asked as he blithely chewed them. Words coming out garbled since he was speaking in between a mouthful.

“Oh, I don't know, perhaps there could be anesthetics in them... but who knows? It was just a thought.” Y/N ironized.

“Really?” He made a wry face similar to hers, inspecting the label closer. “Do you think we can get high on this shit?” He smirked, still chewing as he rolled the container around to check the ingredients in the back. “Cause I'm not gonna lie, that sounds like a pretty good afternoon plan to me...” He half joked, cracking the bottle open again and dropping a couple more gummies in his palm.

Y/N heaved at the suggestion. “I think it’s more likely that you get a terrible bellyache, and we end up in the ER...”

“You really think so?” Harry asked teasingly, taking another gummy to his mouth.

“Okay, that's enough. Give me that.” Y/N demanded, pushing for him to pass the container, but all he did was shake his head with a mischievous, defiant smirk. The girl rolled her eyes at him. “You know what? Fine.” She shrugged. “Eat as many as you want. Can't wait to watch you shit the bed once those anesthetics give you a loose bottom.”

He chuckled at the warning, amused. “If you’re so bothered, why don’t you come get them from me?” He questioned, but before he could prepare himself Y/N jumped on the bed to try and take the bottle away from his hands, what forced him to abruptly sit up and hold it over his head just so she couldn’t reach it from where she sat. “That was... real cute. Is that all you got, hm?”

Y/N huffed and crawled over his legs until she was practically on his lap. Seeing right through his facade once he happily handed off the gummies without putting up a fight and wrapped his arms around her middle to pull her in for a hug instead. “You must think you're so sly, don't you?” She mumbled in question, going back to petting his hair. “If you wanted a cuddle, you could’ve just said so… I don't mind your germs.”

“I was trying to behave to avoid getting you sick, actually…”

“Yeah right...” Y/N grumbled, dropping her head on his shoulder for a moment. “But I guess, since you've already passed me the germs and all... might as well just give me a kiss, no?” She proposed shyly, waiting for Harry to make the move. He did, pulling away slightly and placing his lips in hers softly. “Mm, more.” She pouted.

“Greedy.” He joshed, pecking the girl's lips again, and again... and once more for good measure. The damage was already done, after all... they might as well just keep doing it. “I feel disgusting, though. If I knew you were coming, I would’ve at least taken a shower and brushed my teeth. Can’t believe you still want to kiss me when I am like this.”

Y/N scratched at the frizzy hairs of his nape. “I promise you don't smell or look nearly as bad as you think you do… and you taste like lemon and honey so, that’s nice.” Harry distrustfully scrunched up his nose at her allegation, sniffing up some in the process before his digits rushed to grab some more toilet paper. He took it to his nose, blowing noisily. “Alright, snotty boy…” Y/N laughed, swiftly crawling off his lap. “How about I go downstairs to plate up our soup while you pick a movie for us to watch as we eat? It can be one of those “guy movies” and all, I promise I won't complain... today only, cause I'm giving you privilege for being sick.”

His eyes strayed towards you with interest, the lower half of his face still covered behind the poorly ripped toilet paper sheets. “I was actually thinking more like a musical or a pixar movie, maybe?”

“God, Harry.” Y/N gasped in awe. “I swear I've never felt more attracted to you in my life. Snot and everything.”

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ventihonklightice · 3 years

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period pains || sapnap

Sapnap x fem!reader

Word count: 1.5k words

Summary: Sapnap, being the amazing, super, terrific boyfriend he is, went to buy y/n tampons. needless to say, she got plenty.

Moving in with Sapnap and Dream was exciting. It got to the point where Y/n was at their house almost everyday, so it was an easy acclimation. At first, Y/n was nervous about how living with her boyfriend’s best friend would work, but it was surprisingly more manageable than she thought. She wasn’t nervous about walking around Dream anymore, though her cheeks would glow a particular shade of red after late night rendezvous with Sapnap that he pretended to not hear. Little did she know, he spared her the mockery by privately doing so to Sapnap.

Currently though on a somewhat cloudy Florida day, her boyfriend was out with said best friend and roommate before the Texan received a text.

y/n <3

do you love me

He put down his drink at the sight of the notification popping up on his phone, quirking a brow at his girlfriend’s words while his friend proceeded to eat his meal.

sappy pandas

of course I do

where’s this coming from?

Sapnap was slightly concerned, knowing Y/n to be more reserved when asking for his affirmation of love.

y/n <3

since you love me

can you pretty pretty pretty pls

get me tampons

and stuff

I am suffering

He chuckled at the multiple text bubbles that appeared on his screen, causing Dream to divert his attention from his food to his friend’s phone.

sappy pandas

oh shit

I’m sorry :((

We’ll be back in 30 or 40 minutes <3

Y/N groaned, not being able to take the pain any longer and just wanting cuddles with her boyfriend, though regardless, she appreciated his actions.

y/n <3

omg thank you

thank you

I love you so much

Sapnap smiled widely, quickly moving his fingers to text a reply. “Y/n?” Dream asked, taking yet another bite. Sapnap just nodded his head, focused on his girl.

sappy pandas

yeah yeah love you too baby

“Can we stop by Walgreens or something on the way back? She needs stuff,” he spoke to Dream who was currently scarfing down the rest of the food. He nodded his head, still chewing.

“Also, can we order her food?” Sapnap asked shyly. Dream chuckled at the comment, “oh so now I’m both your AND her sugar daddy? I’m going broke because of you two.”

Sapnap blushed, feeling bad about making the blond pay even though he almost always insisted. “I-I’ll pay for it dude, it’s not a big deal.”

Dream shook his head, taking a sip of his soda, “no. Never. I literally asked you to come here, I’m not making you pay for shit.”

The waitress came back, taking the plates and asking if we’d like a check, with the boys instead asking for a menu.

Half an our later, the pair was going across the street of the restaurant and to the drugstore. “What does she need anyways?” Dream asked, following Sapnap’s footsteps.

“Tampons and stuff,” he almost whispered, uncomfortable with the words and also not wanting others to hear him mutter them. “Oh,” Dream answered shortly as they made a bee line to the ‘feminine hygiene’ aisle. Needless to say, the men were overwhelmed.

“Why are there so many?” Sapnap asked as his eyes scanned over various pink and purple packages. “Text her and ask her exactly what she needs,” Dream suggested, eyes also scanning the products before him.

It had been five minutes and Y/N had yet to respond. Sapnap groaned, “what do I do?” His friend shrugged before a very dumb idea crossed his mind. “Just like, get a bunch.”

Sapnap looked at his friend and blinked before speaking “that’s a great idea.” They went to go grab a shopping cart before they began to fill it with various types of cotton.

“No, Sapnap that’s underwear,” Dream spoke as he saw his friend grab diaper like underwear, “it’s for bladder problems or something.”

Sapnap quickly put it back before looking at tampax, “okay but these are definitely tampons.” He grabbed those, along with several other brands and sizes. He moved onto pads, doing the exact same thing.

“This looks... fine,” Sapnap spoke as he examined the sheer amount of cotton recently thrown into the cart. He pushed the cart until reaching the candy aisle. He wanted to buy her some in hopes of making her feel better. So, he took various chocolates alongside her favorite candy and went to go grab pain relievers before approaching the register.

The cashier looked between the cart and the two men scurrying to put the period products onto the counter, forcing a muffled laugh out of Dream. “Find everything okay?” She muttered, scanning the items that Sapnap began to place on the counter, a line forming behind them.

“Uh y-yes thank you,” Sapnap stuttered, placing the candy down last.

“That’s gonna be $198.46,” she expressed as Sapnap fumbled with his debit card, Dream already carrying most of the bags. The two men hurriedly left the store.

“That was so embarrassing. There was a line and everything, oh my god those people must think I’m crazy,” Sapnap muttered, rubbing his hands over his face.

“This-This is definitely a little overboard,” Dream spoke as he slammed the trunk closed.

“It’s fine. This is fine. I don’t want her to like, not have the stuff she needs. I’d feel awful,” Sapnap spoke as he opened the passenger seat door. “Whatever you say pandas.”

Never receiving a text from Y/N, Sapnap assumed that she had been asleep. Dream helped him carry the various bags of tampons and food into the house, but thought it’d be best to let his friend carry them to his girlfriend.

So, Sapnap did so, just very loudly. He stumbled into the bedroom, his eyes landing on his girlfriend. Through the ruffling of the bags and his loud footsteps she began to stir about. “Sapnap?” She mumbled tiredly, his form looking like a blob in her sleepy daze.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he whispered, gently placing down the bags by his bed before leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Did you go to the store?” She asked, her eyes opening more and more. He scratched his neck as he looked at the bags, “yeah. I just- I just didn’t know what you needed so...”

His voice trailed off as he bent down to grab the bags, “I kind of bought a lot.” Y/N sat up slowly examining the bags with wide eyes, a hand covering her mouth to stifle her laughs.

“Baby,” she giggled, moving to get up to go towards the bags before Sapnap stopped her. “Stay put, I’ll bring the bags to you m’lady,” he spoke with a posh British accent on his last word. Y/n smiled and watched as he grabbed the bags and tossed them by her legs, finally settling onto the bed next to her.

“This is so much,” she muttered going through bag after bag, “you are so sweet.”

Sapnap turned red at her words, watching her go through them to find what she needed, “w-we could donate them or something?”

Y/n let out a scoff, stopping her movements to look at him, “literally the sweetest man. How’d I get this lucky?”

“Yeah I’m literally perfect,” Sapnap spoke sarcastically, leaning his head on her shoulder. Y/n giggled once more, finding the bag that had the reciept and pulling out the long pice of paper. Her eyes went wide as she looked at the total, “two hundred dollars!”

Sapnap snatched up the receipt before she could examine it further, “don’t worry about it.”

Y/n shook her head proceeding to dig through the bags, “and you got me candy? And medicine?”

Her eyes began to tear up as she threw her arms around Sapnap, startling him. “It was nothing,” he muttered softly, wrapping his arms around her torso gently.

“You’re the first guy that’s ever done this for me. Actually care and shit,” she sniffled, her words muffled in his chest. Sapnap’s eyes softened and he carded his fingers through her hair, “well it’s cause I love you and I think you deserve the world. And if making a Walgreens go tampon bankrupt does that, then I’m okay with it.”

Y/n chuckled at his words, pulling away to wipe tears off her face. “I love you too,” she expressed with a slightly exhausted tone. A soft smile appeared on the Texan’s features,

“D-Do you want me to run a bath or something? Or we got you food. It’s in the kitchen and I’ll grab it if you want,” he explained as he laid back onto the beg, dragging Y/n with him softly.

“Can we just lay here for a minute?” Y/n asked, snuggling further into his chest.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he mumbled, kissing the top of her head. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, eventually hearing light and steady snores from the girl on his chest. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

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teenage dirtbag [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: Wanda's boyfriend continues to be an aggravation in your life, causing some distance between you and Wanda

warning/s: none

author's note: i really appreciate the feedback you guys gave in the last part – it’s always motivating to read your reactions/comments 🥰

Sorting things out with Wanda made everything return to normal in no time. So much in fact that she decided I was worth inviting to her and her brother's birthday party.

Never in a million years did I expect the most popular girl in our grade to know who I was, let alone invite me to her birthday party, so to say I was surprised was an understatement.

"It's not a big deal if you can't make it," she said when she handed me the invitation in class. "I mean, I'd love it if you could, but yeah, no pressure."

I was in awe, accepting the invite and reading it quickly. It must have been a pretty expensive party if she was giving out special invites, that's for sure.

"You want me to come?" I asked, still unsure whether this was a joke or not.

"Only if you want to," she said quickly, eyes darting around the room and anywhere but at me. "Like I said, you don't have to. It's not a big deal and– I– yeah." She pressed her lips together and stopped rambling, offering me a small smile.

"Thanks," I said quietly, slotting the invite in my notebook. "I'll, er, I'll think about it."

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and faced forward, nodding. "Yeah, sure, no rush."

After that awkward conversation, I discovered she'd also invited Y/BF/N, the two of them developing a little friendship the more she'd hung out with me. He didn't mind going, but only wanted to do so if I went.

"I feel like I kinda don't wanna go," I admitted to him after school as we were studying in the library.

"Oh?" He rose an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

I played with the pencil in my hand. "I don't know, it's just– it's gonna be full of all of her other friends. And they don't really like me. Plus, her dick of a boyfriend is gonna be there. I just think she might have invited me to be nice. Like she might have felt like she had to because we sit together, y'know?"

"I think you know that isn't true," he said knowingly. "Maybe, just maybe, she actually wants us there, wants you there, to celebrate her birthday."

I chewed the inside of my mouth, giving it some thought. But the idea of going to Wanda's house party and seeing a bunch of people I didn't care about getting pissed wasn't comforting. Besides, even if I went, I'd probably see Wanda once before she'd get scooped away by Nate. What was the point?

"Nah, I don't think I'm going," I decided. "She won't notice. I'll just get her a present instead."

Y/BF/N sighed, clearly not impressed with my answer. Nonetheless, he said, "Okay, suit yourself."

"You can go if you want," I added, knowing his presence wasn't linked with mine.

"No Y/N, no party," he said with a dismissive shrug, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Such a good friend," I said teasingly, but there was truth to my words. And I knew he knew that.

When I saw photos and videos of Wanda and Pietro's party all over my social media the day after, I knew I'd made the right choice in not going. It was the same visuals of everyone getting drunk, doing stupid shit and making a mess. Call me a loser, but that wasn't really my scene. Pietro and Wanda both seemed to enjoy it though, judging from the pictures.

Instead, I bought her a birthday present, knowing I didn't have to but I kind of wanted to, and planned to give it to her when she turned up to class. It was her birthday today, despite throwing the party over the weekend, so I hoped it would make up for my absence (thought I doubted she noticed).

She showed up and settled beside me as I was writing the date in my notebook, making me look up to see she'd made an extra effort to dress up for her birthday, looking fancier than usual. I couldn't help but smile at the giant '18' birthday badge pinned to her jacket.

"Happy birthday, Wanda," was the first thing I said when I saw her. "You look amazing."

A bashful smile appeared on her lips. "Thank you, Y/N."

"I hope your party went well," I said, giving her my full attention whilst trying not to drool over how beautiful she looked.

Surprisingly, her smile faded and her eyebrows knitted together. "Yeah, it did... could you not make it? I tried looking for you and– yeah..."

I opened my mouth to speak, admittedly a little embarrassed that she'd caught me out. I was sure she wouldn't notice – the pictures made it seem like there were loads of guests, I'd definitely have blended in if I were there – but clearly I was mistaken.

"I just thought–" she began, before shaking her head. "Never mind."

"Sorry, I thought–" I started, but like her, didn't know what to say. "Parties aren't my thing," I admitted truthfully. "But it looked fun. You enjoyed it, right?"

She nodded, a small forced smile on her lips. "Yeah, right. It's cool. No biggie."

I swallowed awkwardly. It seemed like a biggie and now I felt bad.

"I, er, got you a gift," I blurted, hoping to change the subject. Reaching into my backpack, I pulled out the terribly wrapped present and held it out nervously. "I hope you, er, like it."

Her eyebrows raised as her eyes flickered between the present and I. "Oh? You didn't have to. I wasn't expecting anything."

Was it hot in here or was it just me?

I pulled my collar away from my neck, hoping to circulate some air. "I wanted to. It's not a big deal."

She accepted the gift, fingers brushing mine and making me even more nervous, before opening it up. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she revealed a brand new leather paintbrush carry case.

"The one you always carry around is tattered and falling apart, so I thought I'd get you a new one," I explained, feeling like I had to. "I mean, unless the other one has some sort of sentimental value, then in that case, I can just return this."

"Are you kidding? I love it!" she exclaimed, looking to me with a grin. "It's beautiful, Y/N. I don't even know what else to say."

My shoulders relaxed, a relieved smile tugging at my lips. "Good. Th-that's good. I'm glad you like it."

Without warning, she moved forward off her stool and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug. I was startled, unable to think straight with her body pressed so close to mine and her floral perfume wafting into my nose. Why did she have to smell so good?

"Thank you," she muttered, pulling away but not quite letting go. Her eyes were glowing as they watched me carefully, accompanying her weak-in-the-knees smile. I was sure I'd melt. "It means a lot."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak for fear I'd say something stupid. I resisted the urge to look down at her lips, which were pulled into a small, appreciative smile. She let go of me, looking to the case again and unravelling it. I caught my breath meanwhile, my senses still on override as her perfume lingered.

She was just so damn beautiful.

—

"Okay, how about this – robotic or organic aliens. Which would you rather invade our planet?" Y/BF/N asked.

I chuckled at his question. "Definitely haven't thought about that one, but let's see..."

We were hanging in the bleachers out near the football field as we waited for football practice to end. Y/BF/N had a Film project to do and needed to film the field, so I offered to help like the good friend I was.

"Probably organic," I answered as I balanced on the bleachers, standing up and tiptoeing down them like steps. "At least we could reason with them if they tried to kill us because they'd have a conscience. Robotic aliens would just be programmed to take over and that's it."

Y/BF/N seemed against the idea as he played with his camera. "Yeah, but if they were robotic, all we'd have to do is launch a missile at them and they'd explode. You can break metal. It's harder to break organic matter."

I stifled a laugh. "You've given this much thought, I see."

He gave me a knowing look. "You telling me you don't think aliens exist?"

I stopped tiptoeing and stood still as I looked down at him with humoured eyes. "You know I know aliens exist."

He waved his hand like that was enough reasoning. "There you go then!"

I laughed, wondering how he thought of this stuff, then continued to balance as I walked down the bleachers. Probably the wrong choice as when I heard a voice call me, I looked up, saw it was Wanda, then proceeded to miss a step and fall onto my arse.

"Oh God, Y/N, are you okay?" she asked, moving forward to help me.

My face heated up as Y/BF/N laughed his arse off beside me. I accepted Wanda's hand and let her pull me up, before letting go immediately when I could handle it myself. Her presence always made me nervous, but this was just terrible.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said, glancing at her and freezing at her piercing gaze and suppressed smile.

"You sure?" she asked, glancing at Y/BF/N, before trying to hide her own laughter.

Fuck me, why was I such a mess whenever she was around?

"Very sure," I said, though my back began to ache from where I hit it. "What's up, anyway?"

Y/BF/N finally shut up, to my relief, and Wanda minimised her laughter before scratching her head.

"I'm waiting for practice to end so I can take Pietro home," she said, nodding to the field. "I saw you both sat here and thought I'd say hi. Are you guys watching practice?"

"Not really," I answered, before tilting my head to Y/BF/N. "We're just waiting for it to end so Y/BF/N can film for his project."

"Ooh, that sounds interesting," she said, intrigued and looking to him now. "What's that about?"

As he caught her up on it, I found myself checking Wanda out without realising. She was animated as she listened to Y/BF/N talk about his assignment, eyes giving him all of her attention, and a permanent smile was fixed on her lips as she listened to him. Though it wasn't directed at me, I felt butterflies swirling a storm in my stomach and clutched it, hoping they'd go away. I loved and hated the feeling all at once.

Breaking me from my reverie, a football flew past all three of us and hit the bleachers, startling us all. We looked in the direction it came from and saw the football team looking back at us, some laughing and some disgruntled. Two players ran towards us and when they got close enough, I made them out as Pietro and Nate.

Nate was laughing as he looked between us all, before his gaze fell on me. "It's Y/N, right? I feel like I'm always throwing that thing at you. Sorry about that."

But his constant laughing and lack of guilt refuted his words. I merely clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes his way, not that he seemed to care nor notice. I was a mere fly in a world that revolved around him. He'd never notice.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't even know you were over here," he added, looking to Wanda. "You okay?"

Wanda crossed her arms and seemed frustrated. "I'm fine, Nate. Just get your ball."

He shrugged and grabbed his ball. Before leaving, he pressed a kiss to Wanda's cheek which made me wince, but she made no attempt in enjoying it. He didn't seem to care as he took off running back to his team. Pietro smiled apologetically at the three of us.

"I'm sorry," he said genuinely. "He can be such a dick sometimes."

That was the understatement of the century.

With that, he turned and ran back to his team to finish up. Wanda sighed, running a hand through her hair, as Y/BF/N and I exchanged glances.

"I should get the car running," she said awkwardly, pointing a thumb over her shoulder and towards the car park. "Good luck with your assignment, Y/BF/N. And I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N."

Waving goodbye with an awkward smile, I watched her leave and wondered the same thing I always did whenever Nate decided to make an appearance in my life.

How could she be dating such a dick?

—

Apart from the birthday party I didn't go to, I'd never been invited (or had a reason to go) to Wanda's house. I'd seen it, rode my bike past it, but never actually been in it. So, when she invited me to her place to work on a project we'd been assigned in class, I was unsure how to feel. She was adamant though and I had no reason to say no, so the only thing left to do was say yes. Even when she offered to drive me there after school.

"This is your car?" I asked with disbelief.

I knew absolutely nothing about cars, but I wasn't blind. Hers was a gorgeous deep red colour with a convertible roof that was currently lowered so anyone in it would feel the sun on their back and wind in their hair.

"Yeah, you like it?" she asked as she got into the driver's seat.

I gulped and sat in the passenger's seat, throwing my backpack at my feet. "It's so nice. You sure you don't mind me drinking in this?"

I had a Pepsi bottle in my hand and was deathly afraid of opening it now in case I spilt it and the cleaning bill would be more than I made in a year at the pizza parlour.

She laughed, already pulling out of the car park. "Of course. Don't be silly."

I glanced in her direction, trying not to get distracted by how good she looked in the driver's seat. She was wearing a red leather jacket, funnily enough, matching the exterior of her car, and she had dark eyeliner around her eyes, accentuating the shape and colour of them and leaving me speechless whenever she looked my way.

"There's CDs in the glove compartment," she was saying as she focused on the road. "Or you can mess around with the radio. It's up to you."

"CDs?" I asked, it piquing my interest. I reached into the glove compartment, adding, "What is this, the 2000s?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, accepting my teasing, as I flicked through the small stack of albums.

"I don't know, I guess I just like having the physical version," she said with a shrug. "It's kind of like a collection."

I chuckled at her need to explain herself, watching the way she rubbed her neck nervously, smiling with embarrassment. Looking back to the albums, a particular one grabbed my attention and I plucked it out with raised brows.

"Oh my God, you like Paramore?" I asked, looking to her with surprise. "Now it's definitely the 2000s."

Her cheeks flushed as she grew flustered. I nudged her in the side gently, getting her attention briefly.

"I'm kidding," I reassured, tilting my head her way playfully. "I actually love Paramore. They're my favourite band."

"Really?" she asked with surprise as I put the CD in her car. I hummed in response, to which she continued, "Have you ever seen them live?"

As For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic played quietly in the background, I nodded my head. "Yeah, once. It was a few years ago, but the tickets were shitty and I could just about make them out on stage in the distance."

Wanda laughed, the sound making my heart skip a beat. "No, that's so sad!"

I chuckled in agreement. "Yeah. It was, but oh well. They have a tour coming up this summer, right? Maybe I can get better tickets this time 'round... what about you? Have you ever seen them live?"

She hummed, making a turn at some traffic lights and chewing her lower lip as she focused on doing so. It was definitely the wrong time, but I found myself admiring how attractive it was, especially when her jaw tensed and her defined jawline was on display.

"Yeah, I saw them a few times," she finally responded, pulling me from my stupor. "Some really good seats, some really shitty ones." She giggled at the end, making me smile. "Maybe we could go to that concert in the summer. If you're up for it?"

This seemed like one of those times where you made plans with a friend that you knew would never happen, so to not cause an awkwardness in the conversation, I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, maybe."

She glanced at me and I mirrored her smile, the flash of excitement in her eyes knocking me breathless.

When we reached her house, I was awestruck at how big it was from the inside. I mean, it looked huge from the outside, but the inside was even better. Her family were rich, I knew that, but this was some other level of rich.

"Here, c'mon, I'll get you a drink, then we can go into the dining room to start," Wanda said, failing to recognise my amazement and instead leading me to the kitchen. "We have tropical juice, apple juice, water, Sprite, Cola... which d'you want?"

I settled at the island, taking a seat and subtly admiring her kitchen. "Er, apple juice is fine with me."

She smiled brightly before pouring me a glass, whilst pouring herself some Sprite. Standing opposite me, we both took a moment to have a drink, but didn't get chance to exchange words as her mum entered the room and noticed me instantly.

"Y/N, it's so lovely to see you again!" she said kindly, patting me on the shoulder before heading to the fridge. "You girls hanging out? Studying?"

"We have a project," Wanda filled in as I nodded in agreement. "We alright to claim the dining room?"

After grabbing some water from the fridge, Wanda's mum pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek. "Sure thing, sweetie. If you need anything, just let me know." Smiling once more at me, she said, "It's good to see you, Y/N."

"You too," I said with a friendly smile before she left.

"Come on," Wanda said, motioning for me to follow. "We have tons to do."

The next hour and a half was spent with Wanda and I planning out our project, our work sprawled along the dining table messily. We were making progress, until she got a call suddenly. It seemed serious as she gave me an apologetic glance and excused herself. I let her go and leaned back in my seat, wondering what I could do as I waited for her to return. That thought was resolved quite quickly when Pietro popped his head in the doorway and spotted me.

"Y/N! What an honour to welcome you to our humble abode," he exclaimed, entering the room fully. "What brings you here?"

Pietro's presence always brought an amused smile to my lips. "Wanda and I are working on a Chemistry project. She's just nipped out for a phone call."

He tutted dramatically, crossing his arms. "Well, well, well. We can't have that! Wanda needs to learn to entertain her guests. C'mon. I was about to head to the gaming room and could use the company."

I was visibly surprised. "You have a gaming room? Dude, that's awesome!"

He laughed. "C'mon."

Joining Pietro, the two of us headed to this so-called gaming room and I was not disappointed. There was a huge TV with a PlayStation and Nintendo Switch connected to it, a snooker table, a foosball table, a dart board, some old arcade games – it was amazing, any gamer's biggest dream.

"What you feeling, princess?" he said with that flirtatious smile of his.

I rolled my eyes playfully. He was being overtly flirty, more so than his sister was – was it a Maximoff personality trait or something? – and I wasn't sure whether he meant it or was just being his usual self.

"Are you flirting?" I deadpanned, tilting my head curiously. "I can't tell."

He pocketed his hands, swinging back on the heels of his feet. "That depends. Is it working?"

Despite my lack of interest in him like that, I felt my face heat up at the attention. "Pietro, I must tell you that any moves you attempt to make kind of won't work."

"And why's that?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the snooker table with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Am I not your type?"

"Unless you change into a girl, then no," I played along, making him flush with embarrassment. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm gay."

"Okay, I guess that makes sense," he mumbled to himself, before sighing and meeting my eyes. "We can still be friends, right? Or is that forbidden since you're already friends with my sister?"

I laughed and approached him. "Friends works. I don't think Wanda will care. I certainly don't."

He grinned. "Awesome! Well, d'you wanna play a round of foosball?"

"Sure," I said with an amused expression. "Bet I can kick your arse."

He pushed himself off the table and feigned surprise. "Oh? Game on, Y/L/N."

I didn't realise how long Wanda had been on the phone until I managed to get through three rounds of foosball and was in the middle of a snooker game with Pietro.

"You may have beat me at foosball, but you're terrible at this," he pointed out with stifled laughter.

I'd missed my third shot and it was more funny than it was embarrassing.

"Your talking distracts me," I said dismissively, before lining up the next shot with my cue.

He watched as I tried to take my shot before sighing loudly. I glanced at him with a quirked brow.

"You have a thought you'd like to share?" I asked playfully.

He hesitated, moving forward to correct my posture. "Look, if you just aim it like this–"

"Don't even think about it, Romeo," I said jokingly, standing up straight and pushing him away gently. "I know what you're thinking."

He laughed. "What? I was just going to help you aim!"

I gave him a knowing look. "So holding me close is just a bonus?"

"Fine, take your shot without my help and see what happens," he said dismissively, waving his hand.

"I'll do just that," I said with confidence, before bending down and taking my shot. The ball hit the other and neither were pocketed, which was an achievement as I'd got the cue ball in several times before, but still pretty shit as I didn't score any points.

Pietro smiled with satisfaction, leaning on his cue. "You happy with that?"

I held in a laugh as I looked to him. "Shut up."

He chuckled before bumping me out the way. "Now for the professional."

Bending down to take his shot, he pulled back his cue before hitting the balls. They rolled around on the table and one ball was about to go in, but I quickly grabbed it before he could get the point.

"Y/N!" he shouted between laughter. "That's cheating!"

"Technically we didn't establish rules," I pointed out, before moving backwards as he tried to grab it from my hand. "What do you say to calling it a draw and playing something else?"

"I say that's a childish way to admit you've lost," he responded, before moving forward quickly. I dodged his attempt and he pursed his lips. "Y/N."

"Pietro."

He smirked. "Seriously?"

I grinned.

He tried to grab it again and ended up chasing me around the room as I avoided giving in. Taking the piss out of Y/BF/N enough times had prepared me for moments like this, so I was able to avoid Pietro long enough to run into whoever walked through the door.

"Shit, Wanda, I'm sorry," I said between laughter, steadying both me and her.

She smiled with confusion, about to speak, but Pietro caught up to me and lifted me up, throwing me onto the couch before I could protest.

"No more cheating," he said sternly, as I lifted my head from the pile of cushions on the couch to look up at him.

"You're an arse," I said, pushing myself up off the couch.

"And you're a sore loser!"

We had a mini staring competition before the two of erupted into laughter.

"You're not half bad, Pietro," I complimented as he helped me up.

"Thank you, princess," he said, the flirtatious smile on his lips again.

I shoved him in the shoulder playfully before looking to Wanda, who was chewing on her lip as she looked between Pietro and I with an unreadable expression.

"So, what prompted you to leave Y/N alone for an hour?" Pietro asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, making me shove him away. He grinned at me before looking to Wanda.

"Nate called," Wanda responded carefully, arms crossed as she continued to look between us. God, I hoped she didn't think Pietro and I liked each other. That would be embarrassing.

Pietro scoffed from beside me, making Wanda sigh with annoyance.

"Don't start, Piet," she said and gave him a look which he seemed to understand.

By the sounds of it, Pietro didn't seem to like Wanda's dick of a boyfriend either. That was strange since wasn't impressing the brother the first part of being in a relationship with someone? And they were on the same football team, so I figured he'd at least tolerate him.

"Are we alright to get back to studying?" Wanda asked, directing her stare to me. The annoyance she held for Pietro was still present in her eyes and I suddenly felt nervous when she looked my way.

"Yeah, of course," I said, before giving Pietro a half-smile. "Rematch at snooker next time. Sound good?"

"Try to keep the balls on the table and we'll see," he teased, before nodding to Wanda. "You should get back to your project before Wanda kills us both with her deadly glare."

I smiled awkwardly, looking back to Wanda as she was indeed glaring at her brother. Clearly there was some sibling rivalry going on here, and I definitely didn't want to get in the middle of it, so I headed to Wanda, signalling I was ready to leave.

The two of us headed back to the dining room in an uncomfortable silence. I felt like I'd done something wrong and she was giving me the silent treatment which was strange. Then I figured it was probably something with Nate that made her annoyed, so didn't question it too much.

We sat back down and I looked at what we'd done so far to try and pick up where we left off, but then she spoke out of the blue, taking me by surprise.

"Do you like my brother?"

It was so abrupt that I took a moment to acknowledge it, blinking. "What?"

"Pietro," she clarified, saying it with such dismissiveness like it wasn't a big deal. Her attention was on the books before us as she continued, "Do you like him?"

I tried not to laugh as I shook my head. "No, Wanda. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a great guy. But yeah, no, I don't like him like that."

She chewed her lip, nodding, but I swear I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. I hoped it wasn't the thought of Pietro and I that made her annoyed. I wasn't that bad, was I? I know she cared about her brother and was probably overprotective, but me being his girlfriend couldn't have been that bad, right?

We got back to work in no time, getting a lot done. I didn't realise how late it was getting until Wanda's mum poked her head in, asking if I wanted to stay for dinner.

"Dinner?" I asked, eyebrows raising with surprise. I checked my watch and realised how long I'd been here. "Damn, maybe I should head back."

"Nonsense, you must stay," her mum insisted. "Y/M/N won't mind. A daughter of hers is a daughter of mine."

"You can even sleepover if you want," Wanda offered, and I almost choked on my own spit. "It's getting pretty late."

I shook my head, forcing a small smile so they wouldn't get offended. "Honestly, it's fine. I can head back."

"Please?" Wanda asked with a hopeful expression. "It's the least I can do. I kinda wasted your time for an hour earlier..."

"I should ask my mum," I said, chewing on the inside of my mouth.

"Oh, I'll ring and let her know," Wanda's mum said breezily, before looking to Wanda. "D'you think you can clear your things up? Your brother is gonna set the table."

"Sure, mum." Wanda smiled her way as she left, before looking to me. "I've got clothes and a spare toothbrush you can use tonight."

I smiled awkwardly, nodding. Sleeping over at my crush's house wasn't how I thought I'd be spending my Wednesday evening, yet here we were.

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