#so i texted her but didn’t get a reply right away which is completely normal. people have lives

[fingertipsmp3]

Just sitting here eating breadsticks in the calm before the storm tbh

[ist4rgirlo]

─ 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 - 𝐜.𝐟 : 𝐈𝐈𝐈

Summary: Now that your life has turned upside down, are you still willing to put your siblings' feelings first? Or would you rather fight for your feelings and do what makes you happy regardless of the consequences that might result in the future?

Prev ; Next || Conrad Fisher x fem!reader || My blog

Warnings: S2 SPOILERS! swearing, fluff (lmk if i missed anything!)

SEQUEL TO BEFORE EVERYTHING HAPPENED.

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Steven’s Pov

“Conrad? man?” I called out for him — walking towards him, he was there standing near the shore with his phone in his hands.

“I’m okay, Steven” Conrad replied — his back still turned to me, shaking his head. “What’s happening man?” I asked, walking closer to him — genuinely concerned after seeing him stand up so abruptly earlier.

“Panic attack. I-I’m okay, i’m okay now” Conrad replied shaking his hand — like it was normal for him to have this kind of incident, like it happened to him before. “Okay, do-do you want to tell me what got you worked up or should we just pretend this didn’t happen?” I asked him — walking closer.

“I-I got into stanford” he turned around — his face filled with worry. My face started to lighten up “What? Are you serious?” I smiled.

“Yeah man, my mom has this fantasy about me finding myself in the west coast” He said, his voice filled with panic. My brows furrowed “Okay but Connie, this is a good thing. You’ve been dreaming about it, about getting into stanford”

“Well but it doesn’t make sense anymore you know. I-It… It’s just things are starting to get better with Jere and he’s going to Finch in the fall which is close to Brown so.” Conrad looked at me. I went and grabbed his shoulder gently “But.. but you don’t need to choose right this second okay? Just talk to him.”

He shook his head no “He doesn’t even know about it, he doesn’t know that I applied. Just please don’t tell him.” I just nodded then walked beside him patting his back — respecting his decision.

The things he would do for his brother, it was always him who puts his family above anything. It was his dream — to get into Stanford, it was also his mom’s dream, he wanted to go, it was a great opportunity but he can’t, he chose not to so fuck it I guess.

“Let’s go?” I asked — walking beside him. He looked at me and nodded before stopping, pulling his phone out “Oh and Steve” I turned around and stopped walking too.

“She’s coming” Conrad said — smiling gently, his eyes lighting up, handing me his phone. My brows furrowed — confused with who he was talking about. Who “she”? is, i looked at his phone then it all clicked, the only one who was missing.

“My sister?” I whispered — looking at my sister’s text that says ‘I’m coming tomorrow’. I looked at Conrad — he had a big smile on his face. He looks so happy, this means its true.

We’re finally complete. She’s finally here, my sister is finally here. God I could cry because of how happy I am. It’s been so long, i’m finally seeing her — we’re finally seeing her.

“Holy shit” I whispered under my breathe before going up to Conrad to hug him. Conrad chuckled “I’m glad she’s coming, we’re finally complete, Steve.” he pulled away and smiled.

“Omg let’s go, we need to fix her room!” I said giddily — jumping up and down before pulling Conrad with me towards the house.

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THE NEXT DAY

Conrad’s Pov

Today was the day — Y/N was coming. She finally answered. It was just me and Steven who knows, we didn’t tell the rest because we thought that it would be a good surprise. It wasn't just me and Jeremiah who didn't see her for so long, it was also her siblings.

There was her car, she's finally here - with us. I saw her hop out of her car, with a bag in her hand. I walked towards here - smiling gently. The moment she saw me, she smiled so big and walked towards me "Hi" she said, her voice so gentle.

God how I missed her. She was still so beautiful, so stunning. The one I have been waiting for. I reached out for her hand, she held mine back.

I smiled — looking at her in the eyes. "Hey there" she looked down, giggling softly. I missed that sound. God I missed everything about her, I missed my bestfriend.

I went and grabbed the bag from her hand and guided her inside the house to surprise everyone else. As we went inside the house, we saw Belly going down the stairs — as soon as she saw Y/N, she ran to her and hugged her. Steven came in to the view yelling Y/N’s name before joining his sisters.

"Oh you guys, I missed you so much. I am so so sorry for shutting you guys out, I just needed time for myself." Y/N said to her siblings. I can see that she loves them truly, she just didn't want to hurt them, that's all.

Jeremiah walked inside the living room, Taylor behind him — smiling as they saw Belly and Y/N hugging.

Belly pulled away — tears in her eyes, she shook her head no "No, I am so so sorry for getting mad at you. You were struggling too and I was too insensitive about it. I just.. it just looked like you were so strong so I guess I kind of got jealous about that but I understand, we understand so don't say sorry" she said before pulling Y/N again for a hug.

"Oh my cinderbelly. Stop crying! it's open house, we need to stop Aunt Julia." Y/N said giggling pulling away from both of them. She walked toward Jeremiah and hugged him before going to Taylor — hugging her too.

I went and walked beside her and guided her upstairs to her room. That was much better, her being here. Her going here, us being complete. This just made me want to fight for this house more, this just made me not want to give up.

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Y/n's Pov

It was definitely good to be back. As soon as I saw Conrad's text, I just had to go here and fight with them. I had to be there beside them.

There will always be a special place in my heart for this house, since it was also special to Susannah. We considered it our home and we will always consider it our home. It is our safe place, forever and always.

As I got done unpacking my stuff, I went down to the kitchen to get some food to eat — until I saw Aunt Julia with Skye. As I was about to go back upstairs, I heard Skye say "Oh, hey, Y/N. I see you're here too" they smiled at me.

I turned around and smiled back at them "Yeah, I just got here earlier" I nodded before walking towards the island “Also are those muffins?” I asked. Skye nodded offering me one but Aunt Julia cut me off.

“Oh those are for the open house” she paused “Morning” smiling gently. I nodded, I looked at the door seeing Jeremiah and Conrad walk in it. They just got done swimming.

“Hey, Jeremiah… Conrad” Skye said, both Conrad and Jeremiah just smiled. “Uhm how are you guys doing now, you know.. since your mom?” Skye asked the boys — their voice filled with worry.

Conrad looked at Jeremiah before answering “Rough” Jeremiah said then Conrad replied “Rougher now that our aunt is stealing our house” he looked — his eyes filled with no emotions.

Aunt Julia turned around — leaning on the table “I am not stealing anything, Conrad. Like it or not, I get to choose what happens and I chose to put it in the market” Aunt Julia said smiling at us sarcastically “You know, you guys should hit the road now, to avoid traffic” I looked at Conrad, waiting for his answer.

Conrad shook his head no “Sorry but we’re not leaving. We’re staying for the open house” he said before walking beside me. Aunt Julia shook her head no “Oh no no, I cant have teenagers laying around here during open house. You guys need to go somewhere else.”

“Just let us stay” I said — trying to convince Aunt Julia, she shook her head “I’m sorry, I don’t have time for this.” she said before walking away.

I just looked at Conrad — he smiled at me gently before guiding me towards the living room.

TIME SKIP

As I went down the stairs, I heard the doorbell ring. I went and walked towards the door to open it. There was a lady with folders in her hand “Hi, what can I do for you?” I asked. “Hello, I’m the realtor. I’m looking for Julia” she said — smiling.

“Oh for the open house?” she nodded — I paused trying to come up with an explanation. "So uhm, the open house has been cancelled. Our apologies, it is totally last minute." I smiled gently. She furrowed her brows, “Sorry but who are you?” she asked, genuinely confused with who I was.

Conrad went beside me — I felt him put an arm around my shoulder “She’s my girlfriend, and she’s right. The house is not for sale” In my confusion, I looked at him, unable to understand why he had called me his "girlfriend", completely forgetting that he was probably doing this just to give us some time “Conrad right? I’m so sorry about your mom” the lady said. Conrad was about to answer when we heard Aunt Julia yell

“Ignore them! the open house will still happen. There’s just a problem with the ac, but it’s not too big of a deal,” she said, walking between us.

The lady's brows furrowed “That is not a small problem Julia, it’s supposed to hit 95 today!” the lady said — Aunt Julia smiled before walking towards her and guiding her outside of the door. When Conrad closed the door, I heard him say, "Hey, I'm so sorry I called you that, I-" I went and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's fine, Connie. It's totally cool, don't worry about it." I said walking towards him — putting an arm around his waist while his arm is around my shoulder. He nodded smiling at me —smiling because it didn’t bother me, smiling because he heard that word again, the word ‘Connie’.

It felt good to call Conrad 'Connie' again. Being back like this felt so good, so unreal - normal and happy, but the word 'girlfriend' sounded much greater especially coming from him. I would say, it did give me butterflies.

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hi everyone!! sorry if it took me so long to update — i was just to tired and i kinda didnt know what to write next but here it is !! i’m sorry if theres mistakes here and there but i hope everyone likes it !!

lmk if you guys want to get tagged :)) lots of love !!

[laniissocool]

starboy

pairing(s): jack champion x actress!fem!reader

warnings: none really ? she/her pronouns, fem reader, cursing, mentions of stabbing and scream VI spoilers i think ? also not proof-read and lowercase intended !

a/n: hi everyone !! so this is my first fic and i do plan on doing a second part. i really am more of a reader than i am a writer so please leave criticism in the replies !! also instead of y/n or reader i use just a blank (___) so let me know if i should change that and i dont know whether this is fluff or angst or like in the middle ? i’d say its a normal story but wtvr !! hope you enjoy !

you made your way onto set. you walked with your tote bag thrown over your shoulder, phone in hand as you walked pretty fast without looking up. knowing how clumsy you were, you were surprised you hadn’t bumped into anything yet. or maybe anyone. you got a text and opened as fast as someone could blink as soon as you saw the name. 

jackkk💫:

R U Coming to set yet?🎥

you:

omw !! ready 4 me 2 stab u ?🔪🔪🩸

jackkk💫:

As ready as I’ll ever be😵‍💫

you asked jack if he wanted you to show him how to turn on all lowercase, but he refused. he said typing like someone’s dad is cool.

you caught yourself smiling at your phone before turning it off and looking around as you walked. 

a few minutes later you made it to your trailer. you walked in and turned on the light, cracking your knuckles then tossing your bag on the small couch you had. you took your phone back out and texted jack.

you:

i’m here in my trailer, come get me ghostface👻👻

seen at 1:14

you thought it was sweet that there was a mutual thing between you and jack where it was completely needed and necessary to end all texts with an emoji, if either of you couldn’t find one you’d have to call or send an audio message.

about an hour later, everyone got their costumes on and ready to film. you were so thankful that the character you played, Elena, gave off the same vibes as you, so, you could dress her yourself. sometimes even with your own clothing. maybe it was your face ? you were very pretty, after all. a kind of rarer pretty, like a magical pretty ? but it definitely was not just your conventional attractive pretty. everyone got on set and you saw jack for the first time that day. you ran up to him and hugged him, your arms wrapped around his waist, in a friendly way. he hugged you back and you pulled away after a few seconds. 

“ y’know, i think you’re a pretty good-looking killer “ you said to him with a soft smirk. 

you guys always flirted with eachother, not even realizing. 

“ why thank you “ he said in a weird accent. 

before you started filming the prop guys had to fix some stuff so you guys got a quick break. you walked over to jack’s trailer, which he wasn’t in and sat down eating some gummies you found in your bag. after a few minutes jack comes inside without making noise since the door was cracked open already. he closes the door behind him silently and sits right next to you. he peeked over onto your phone as you played your favorite game. even though it wasn’t really fun to watch, he was insantly interested in anything you were. you didn’t even realize he was there because of how into it you were, besides, he didnt make a sound.  you noticed when he reached over to your bag of Haribos to get one. you jumped and almost dropped your phone.

“ shit, jack ! fuck ! you scared the life out of me “ you said with your hand that held your phone up to your heart. 

he burst out into a fit of laughter.

“ your- “ he couldn’t even speak without laughing. after about a minute or two of him laughing wiping his tears and you staring at him like he’s insane he finally says something. 

“ your face, ____ your face ! you looked at me like i’d just stabbed you ! “ he said, still with a smile from ear to ear on his face.

you looked at him with an unimpressed look on your face, scoffing at him as you bit back a smile. 

“ it wasn’t even that funny, idiot “ you said as you ran your tongue across your teeth trying not to smile. he saw right through you.

“ you wanna laugh so badly, don’t you ? ” he said as he looked down at you. you looked up at him, with a soft smile on your face. you laughed a little too as you had to give in. the room went silent and awkward as you’d looked at each others faces for a few seconds. unconciously, you both leaned in. you looked at his lips and your full lips parted a bit. your heart was pounding but you didn’t know that his was too. your lips touched and your hand travels up his chest to the back of his neck, sliding up to grab a handful of his curly hair. you pulled him closer and before you knew it you were turning your head into the kiss. both hands around his neck now as you tugged lightly on his brown locks. then you realized. you really realized. you were close to, but not quite making out with jack champion. he was your starboy. you’d never believed it, even if you told yourself from this morning that you kissed jack champion for a good, 30 seconds, you wouldn’t believe it.

you opened your eyes and they widened, looking back at him. his cheeks a flushed, rosy color. as were yours. you opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

you got up and he did as well after you, towering over you. he looked at you with eyes that were saying that he wanted you to say something. anything. you couldn’t. physically, nothing could come out. you had no idea what was going on, you never thought of jack in that way. or, well, in the way that you would kiss him for almost a minute straight kind of way. you walked out practically running to your trailer. 

all jack could do was watch, he was frozen and just as, if not even more shocked than you were. as you walked you remembered all the times you were around him. you’d get butterflies. he could be in the same room as you and you’d get butterflies but you’d labeled it as ‘nervousness’ for ‘no reason’. but it’d only ever happen around him. him. then you realized, the non-purpose flirting, the butterflies, the need to be around him. you were inlove with him ! god, how didn’t you notice before. that’s why everyone would look at you too with funny eyes whenever you’d flirt without knowing, thinking it was a friendship thing that only you two did around each other.

everyone probably definitely knew. they knew how you felt before you did. you opened the door to your trailer and locked it. you sat down as thoughts raced through your mind. how would you tell him ? how would you tell jenna and devyn and liana ? did he like it ? did he mean it how you meant it ? was it just a kiss for him ? .. is jack inlove with you too ?

[footballffbarbiex]

A Million Times, Yes

player: Ruben Dias words: 915. Whoops! request: Ruben Dias  | 250 - 500 | You / your  | Okay so I can’t really make up my mind if Ruben knows the reader already, or gets to meet her in Portugal. I would leave that option to you🙈

So I’m thinking that you absolutely love the beach, the long walks along the water, or just the peace that it brings to you. You and Ruben walk alongside the water and he is just mesmerised by the fact that you’re totally relaxed, because usually your stressed out from work. You have deep conversations about everything that’s coming to your minds and he realises that you are the one for him. So after the time in Portugal, Ruben makes it his mission to take random trips to the sea whenever you are stressed out and one day he asks you a very important question.

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Ruben bringing you to this particular spot was normal now and just driving here made you feel at ease in some way. He’d noticed the change in you when he took you to one of his favourite spots in Portugal, somewhere close to where the water was and as you’d sat with your eyes closed, listening to the lazy lap of the waves against the rocks. He said you’d stood a few inches taller because of the stress and weight of everything lifting and in a way, you had felt it too.

Now, he couldn’t just fly you back to Portugal after a rough day, but he did find two different places which he hoped could mimic that feeling, one was a lake near where the two of you lived and the other was a seaside resort when you needed the sea. It wasn’t completely the same but closing your eyes, you could picture you were. He’d sometimes bring a packed lunch, something for the two of you to nibble on as you’d unwind and put the world to rights and a blanket for when you’d remained out there way after the sun had gone down and a chill had crept in, sweeping in over the water surface until it had reached you both; prompting him to pull you close and hold you in his arms until you wanted him to let you go.

Today was no different. Ruben had shut you down the moment you’d opened your mouth to say that you’d debated picking up a shift because they were understaffed. You knew oh too well what it felt like to be there alone, or pretty much alone for the good of some of your coworkers who were more than a little work shy, but it didn’t feel as though anyone else would do the same if you were short staffed, explaining that you could handle it better than anyone.

He hated it when you came home burnt out, crabby and somewhat emotional at times because of how often you found yourself in this situation. But he made you text your boss back and reply that you couldn’t pick up the extra shift because you already had plans and only once that text was sent was he somewhat satisfied. He’d watched as your deteriorated throughout the week and you knew another water trip would no doubt be arranged soon.

“It just pisses me off.” you confess, picking up a light, smooth pebble like stone that’s been worn away over time from the water and rolling it between your fingers until you’re happy before skimming it over the surface. Ruben’s been quiet for the past 10 minutes. Each time you’ve looked at him, he’s been shredding blades of grass or picking at some of the food while watching you and letting you get it all out of your system. He’s hummed and ahhhh’ed in the right places, given advice when needed but mostly, he’s allowed you vent undisturbed.

“It pisses me off because I know I’m capable of running that shift, I’m not saying that I’m not. But I shouldn’t have to run it by myself.”

“It’s the principle.” He adds.

“Exactly!” You send another one flying over the surface, ripples forming where the stone briefly kisses the top before you’re bending to scoop up some more to choose from. “I can handle it, I always do but it does feel as though I’m not respected. Not by the manager, not by those I work with. Because it’s fine. Miss Dependable will be there to pick up everyone else’s pieces, but who’s going to pick up mine Ruben?”

Frustration has you sending a stone flying but rather than skimming the surface like before, it plonks down into the water, sending water splashing in every direction the drops can reach. When he doesn’t reply, you turn on your heel to look at him, only for the stones to fall from your fingertips and land assorted at your feet.

Ruben kneels before you, a look on his face like you’ve never seen before as he grasps a small opened box revealing a dainty but perfect ring. It’s not big. It’s not a show stopper which demands attention and holds down your hand with the weight. It’s perfect. It’s you.

“I will. I’ll be there to pick up the pieces now and for as long as you’ll have me.” He says, tone of voice matching the expression upon his face and you try to place which emotion is the dominant one. He sounds worried, terrified and yet, there’s the slightest slither of confidence to speak those words that comes through.

“Well that’s one way to calm me down.”

“Your ranting wasn’t planned.” He admits and chuckles to himself. “There was just no stopping you once you got going.” this time his laugh openly verbalises with no worry. “But it snapped you out of your bad mood, you’ve unleashed most of that frustration and I’m hoping that we can put a smile on your face and something else on your finger…” he drops his gaze between the ring and your hand. “Because I’ve been thinking about every way to do this and being here with you is where it feels right. Being with you feels right and I don’t want anyone else by my side for the rest of my life.”

“I don’t want or need anyone else either. It’s you and it’s a yes, a million times over.”

[plooto]

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ their afternoon . ft . kyotani kentarou

synopsis . sure he could have texted you, but he wanted to see your face. not that he’d admit you right now.

warnings . derogatory language , short scenes , lots of soft kyotani , fighting , a rushed feeling ?

words . 2.1k

notes . y’n does live with her parent’s i just don’t mention them lol..

parts one , two , three , +?

the next day at school, he met you in the library again.

“ where would you like to go ? ” you put your pen down, looking off to the left, eyes lighting up when you thought of the answer.

“ ice cream ? ” you asked, a quaint smile on your face. he blinked hard before looking away from you. he looks at you , almost shocked .

“ you have a whole afternoon with me and my money and you choose ice cream ? ” you looked down to the side, before looking back up at him and nodded, “ sure, ” you beamed up at him, a gesture that made his heart skip a beat or two. you were bad for him, his heart really..you went through your remaining classes almost excited, he texted you midway though your science class.

[ 16 ] 2:20pm : i’ll pick you up tonight after school don’t be late

you debated giving him a smart remark, but you were kind of drained from all the brain power it took to complete todays lesson plan so you opted for something simple.

[ pretty girl ] 2:23pm : okay.

when the final bell rang, you don’t think you’ve ever wanted to get home faster than in that moment, but you were home, changed, and waiting in record time—you surprised yourself. feeling accomplished, you laid on your bed, playing animal crossing while you waited for him to text. you felt your phone buzz and you dropped your switch, picking up your phone to see who messaged you, but deep down you knew and wanted it to be him.

[ 16 ] 6:52pm : im outside

you gasp, not expecting him to appear at your doorstep so suddenly. you pulled yourself from your mattress and pulled your sheer curtain to the side. looking down, you saw him looking up at you. your phone buzzed again, but you didn’t hear it, you saw him hold his phone up then lift it to his ear.

“ don’t forget a jacket, i’m not giving you mine. ” he tells you, you give another short answer before hanging up.

out front, kyotani runs his hands over his head, wiping his palms on his dark denim jeans. he took a deep breath to slow his heart rate just as you opened the door. he turned to you, you wore something simple—jeans, white shirt, and a baby pink zip up hoodie. he watched wordlessly as you walked up to him,

“ ready? ” he blinks once before looking away and replying with a gruff “ sure. ” he started walking to the best ice cream store he knew of, silently thinking of ways to start a conversation.

“ why’d you start playing volleyball? ” you asked, he almost missed it he was so in his head.

“ i needed the credit. ” he didn’t see, but you pouted to his lack of energy towards the conversation you were trying to have.

“ why do you watch? ” he spoke, softer than normal, which he hoped you didn’t catch—you did.

“ mostly because of my friends, they give me a reason to get out of the house. if it was up to me, i’d play animal crossing for homework. ” he shook his head with a short snort. “ plus, i like watching you. ” he turned to you and you weren’t looking at him,

‘ she’s gorgeous.. ’ he thought to himself,

“ oooh ! there it is ! ” you grabbed his arm, and pulled him, he looked down, where your hand met his. that area heating up from the contact.

“ oi oi, slow down, we’ll get there. ” he said, pulling on your hand to slow you down to walk next to him again.

“ oh, right.. ” you let out a nervous giggle and pulled your hand to smooth your jacket, zipping it up just a smidge.

“ what flavor do you want? ” he watched as you pressed a finger to your lips, looking off focused as you thought.

“ cotton candy! ” you said confidently with a smile, he looked away from you immediately, covering his warmed cheeks with his hand.

“ do you want a cone? ” she nodded, with that, kyotani ordered both your orders and gave you yours, paying before leading you outside to sit and eat.

“ i have another question.. ” he glanced at you before nodding,

“ how come you don’t look at me when we’re talking? ” he debated in his head for a moment,

“ you’re cute. i’ll lose my focus and say what i’m thinking. ” he said and then looked at you, watching your face for your reaction, you stared at him, shocked. before giving him a soft smile,

“ you’re not so bad yourself. ” she says shyly, he chuckles, looking at you as he replied,

“ thanks, pretty girl. ”

they two of you finish your ice cream date and he walks you back home.

“ you were right. you’re different than your team.. ” you tell him, hand on your door handle, he gives you a smirk,

“ i know. ” he gives you a wink and you let yourself into your house, waiting to hear you lock the door before walking off.

[ pretty girl ] 8:13pm : get home safe.

[ 16 ] 8:15pm : only cause you asked so nicely

the next day, kyotani was walking down the hall, planning to meet you at the library for lunch. he invited you to the game tomorrow and wanted to ask to walk you home. sure he could have texted you, but he wanted to see your face. not that he’d admit you right now.

“ kyotani! ” he pulled his brows together, confused at who is shouting his name so loud. he turned around, pulling his hands out of his pockets.

“ hah? ” he turned to be face to face with a blue haired individual with a tattoo adorning his forearm with lettering he couldn’t understand.

“ you took y’n on a date? ” kyotani shrugs, connecting the dots that he was yoshida kaito—the guy he intentionally took the place of.

“ maybe. what’s it to you? ” kaito scoffed, scrunching his face to say something else before he changed his mind and threw a punch, which landed on the left hand of his jaw. kyotani stood fully and balled his fist.

y’n made her way to the large crowded scene, about to pass when her friend kai pulled her back,

“ it’s kyotani and kaito! ” you spun your head,

“ what?? ” you saw an open corner and made your way through to the two boys. y’n threw herself at kyotani, pushing him back with everything she had, far enough to make him register that it was someone else.

“ s- stop ! wait a second, ” you push on his midsection, looking up at him and he makes eye contact with you.

blinking, he snaps out of his tunnel vision and locks eyes with you, “ are you okay? ” he asks you, holding your shoulders, you nod, “ let’s get you cleaned up, okay? ” you said, looking at his bruised lip,

“ running away with the little slut huh? ” kyotani stood up, you were confused, not hearing anything else but kyotani’s unsteady breathing,

“ wait here for me, cover your ears. ” you looked at him before nodding,

kyotani walked up to kaito, quickly hitting him square in the nose, causing him to stumble with his loss of balance.

“ i don’t ever want to hear you talking about her or any female like that again. ” kaito gives a hurt nod, and kyotani walks back over to you, where you’re still covering your hand. he bends down to your height, giving you a lopsided smile,

“ okay, let’s get out of here. ” he wraps an arm around you, making sure you don’t look back to see the damage he did. you led him to the nurses office, but the nurse wasn’t there, probably on break. he sat himself on the chair and you looked through the cabinets, getting a few bandages and wound cleaning stuff. cleaning his bruised lip and the cut that came from it.

“ i like you, y’n ” he says, looking at your eyes, you stop bandaging his cheek, eyes darting around trying to piece together what he just said. “ i’m falling for you, hard too. ” you finally look up at him, looking at him in the cutest doe eyes he’d ever seen.

“ oh, i didn’t know there were someone in here. are you guys okay? ” you both turn to the nurse that walked in. you stood up, bowing to the teacher,

“ sorry for using your stuff, but his lip was cut.. ” the nurse waved it off, saying you made her job easier. the two of you left the office,

“ uh, i’ll see you at the game tomorrow. ” you said, and kyotani slotted his hands back in his pockets, nodding then going your separate ways. you felt you cheeks heat up, thinking about the moment you both had.. kyotani walked off, cursing the nurse for ruining his shot.

at the game, you sat between your two friends, kai and jalea. jalea pulled on your arm, pointing you to look at the tall guy on the other team in orange.

“ he’s so hot, y’n looooooookkkkk! ” you took your eyes off kyotani to look at the person she was talking about, but after that you almost spaced out, until you saw kyotani spike, you cheered with the rest of your friends. the game ended and karasuno had beat us.. you know the team was not happy about it. your phone buzzed,

[ 16 ] 7:42 pm : can i walk you home

you look up and you didn’t see him, you assumed he was in the locker room, changing.

oikawa looks over kyotani’s shoulder, but he turned his phone off before he could see it.
 “ mad dog chann i wanted to see that. ” he glared at him,

“ i didn’t want you to. ” he threw his bag over his shoulder, feeling his phone go off,

[ pretty girl ] 7:44pm : sure.

he walked out of the locker rooms a little more excited than when he went in. kyotani met you outside, seeing you off by the side, bag in hand and looking up at the sky.

walking up to y’n, he gave her a short greeting before taking her bag in his hands,

“ c’mon, let’s get you home. ” the walk to her house was quiet, so many thought going through his head, and yet they all led to one focal point—you. you both arrived at your front door before he knew it. he turned to you , offering you your bag,

“ do..do you wanna come in? ” kyotani nodded slowly,

“ as long as you’re okay with it. ” you nodded, unlocking the door, and opening it wider for him to walk in. you both took a seat on the sofa, turning on the tv for some white noise.

“ you guys weren’t supposed to lose this game.. ” you spoke, and he stood still, looking anywhere but you, you dipped your head so you were in his sight. when he looked at you, you pulled him in for a hug. the weight that was on his shoulder rolled off and he embraced you with everything he had. the two of you sat in that loose embrace for a while, until his shoulders got lighter.

“ y’n, ” you pulled away from him as he began to talk,

“ i want you to be my girlfriend. ” you lean away from him ever so slightly. he lets you go, looking at you for an answer to where your mind was.

“ one condition, ” he tilted his head up to indicate he’s listening. “ you have to look at me when you’re talking to me. ” he nodded,

“ so, you’ll be my girlfriend? ” you nodded once, he smiled, wrapping you in the warmest hug, the same embrace you felt when you woke up next to him after that eventful night. you hugged him back, almost relieved that you’re in his arms.

“ god you don’t understand how happy i am. ” you give him a smile, and he grins back. he places his hand on your cheek, the other still resting loosely around your waist, your eyes flicker between his lips to his eyes.

heart beating in his throat, kyotani closes the gap between your lips, engulfing you in a world shattering kiss that made your heart unhealthily skip beats. he pulled away to check your expression. you smiled at him again before leaning back in to continue.

your bodies moved in sync, and by the end of the night, the two of you were really one. breathless moans and curses flooded the room, the aroma of sinful activities spreading quickly. he drank your body in as if it was the last thing he’d ever do in this lifetime. your body was on fire, shaking from the pleasure he was bestowing upon you.

published . july 22 , 2023

[pascalscoffin]

You + Me Is All We Need

Full Pedro Masterlist

Sometimes, the only person a girl can count on is her daddy.

Warning: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. 2007! No outbreak! No x reader or anything this is just a little insight on life inside the Miller house on a particularly rough day. Absent Mother. Depressed Sarah. Mentions Sarah might have an ED (she doesn’t I swear she’s just depressed). Mentions of Ellie x Sarah (they’re the same age).

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Somethings been wrong with Sarah lately, Joel’s not a hundred percent sure what it is but he can tell somethings been bothering her. Every time he’d go to bring it up though, he would chicken out and change the subject and it would make him feel a hundred times worse than he had before he opened his stupid mouth.

He’d thought, after graduation and with college right around the corner she’d be happier, go out with friends, maybe go on some dates with Ellie. He hadn’t even heard her say anything about her in about a week, which was odd because she was usually bringing up every little fact she could think of.

He’d noticed she was on her phone a lot more, scowled at it more, she didn’t push for movie nights nearly as much as she used to, most of the time rushing off to her room with her nose buried in her cellphone. He’d talked to Tommy and Maria, who both agreed she was probably just being an angsty teenager, but it didn’t feel like that, it felt like he was watching his babygirl struggle and there was nothing he could do. She ate less, talked to him less, she was just… not the same and it was hurting him to see her that way.

She’d started going on runs, he noticed, early in the morning before he got up. He started getting up earlier just to make sure she would actually make it back, watching her take off from his bedroom window, sometimes at half speed, other times at complete full speed. This wasn’t normal teenage angst, he was a teenager, he couldn’t remember ever choosing to run at five am at full speed.

Maria suggested she was having body issues and while Joel considered the running and not eating as evidence of that, it just didn’t… feel right. It wasn’t that, either. Eventually, he decided he’d stop asking other people for advice on his daughter, and he’d just ask her himself.

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She wasn’t there. She wasn’t fucking there. She promised she’d be there! The words echoed in Sarah’s head as her feet pounded into the pavement, tears streamed down her face, and Hert-Shaped Box blaring into her ears as her headphone cords hit her chest with each stomp. Ellie was responsible for her vast arrange in music taste. The Hannah Montana songs now accompanied by bands like Nirvana, No Doubt, and 4 Non Blondes.

She should text Ellie at least, she’s been messaging her ever since graduation, asking if she was alright, if she wanted her to come over. She had come over but Sarah had told Joel to just send her away, not feeling up to guests. Sarah’s kept her completely in the dark, didn’t even greet her after she faked her way through photos with her family. Ellie had known Michelle was supposed to be at graduation, and had sent Sarah an I’m sorry text when she noticed she wasn’t there.

Sarah had been showing her photos the entire week leading up to graduation, having found Michelle’s Facebook and decided on a whim to message her. Michelle had seemed so happy to talk her, replying quickly but gradually the texts got more distant, and then radio silence after not showing up at her graduation. Had even sent Sarah a photo of her getting into her car with the message ‘headed to you!’ With a heart that Sarah had fallen for immediately.

Worst of all, when she’d gone to find Michelle’s Facebook and ask her what happened she was blocked, she’d worried and thought something happened, and then Ellie, after being forced by Sarah, looked up the Facebook account and it was full of new pictures of her with her family at the beach on the day of graduation. Sarah had been heartbroken, had left Ellie’s house without a word and ignored her dad the rest of the night when she got home, sobbing into her pillow.

She didn’t know why she didn’t tell Joel, maybe because she was scared he’d tell her the truth- that Michelle left for a reason. She wasn’t going to suddenly have a change of heart. It was something Sarah had already known, already told herself even without Joel saying it that that was the case. And she’d been fine with it. Completely fine with it.

Until prom happened and Maria helped her get ready in areas that Joel couldn’t. Like doing her hair better than a few braids or buns, which she had no problem with, but it was prom, she needed to go all out. She’d gone on Instagram while Maria was doing her hair, and was assaulted with photos of girls getting ready with their mothers and her heart sank to her stomach and stayed there.

She loved Maria, she did. But Maria was her aunt, not her mother. Prom was something you got ready for with your mother. Your mom was supposed to annoy you for photos while your dad tried to coax her away. But instead. Sarah had Maria and Tommy and Joel, who took a respectful amount of photos before sending her on her way with Ellie.

She just wished she’d had a mother growing up. Joel was great and she loved him more than anything. But there was always something tugging in her chest, and until recently she hadn’t put it together.

She ran until her feet hurt, stumbling to a stop and dropping to her knees on her front lawn, wheezing heavily as she tried to catch her breath. She felt a large hand on her should and flinched back, yanking her headphones out as she looked up, relaxing a bit when she saw Joel looking down at her worriedly. “Dad-“

“Sarah.. come on let’s get you some water.” Joel frowned deeply and helped her off the grass. “I… we need to talk.” He sighed heavily as he took her inside, gathering the words in his head as he grabbed her a glass of water. And then he got her some bread and the butter for toast.

“I’m not-“ “eat it or I’ll make you.” Joel sat next to her on the couch and rubbed his face as he sighed, watching her pick up the bread and take a bite. “You haven’t eaten a full meal in days, babygirl. You’re worrying me.” “There’s nothing to be worried about.” “There is. Somethings going on with you and I can’t help if I don’t know what it is.”

“You can’t help anyway, dad.” Sarah looked down at the taste in her hand, tears in her eyes. “If you tell me I can try.” Sarah huffed and threw the toast down on the coffee table. “You won’t get it.” “Why? Because I was a teenager twenty years ago? I still remember being one.”

“God why is it always because I’m a teenager?!” Sarah stood up and threw her hands up. “Or because I’m a girl- or-or because I’m on my period?!” Joel leaned back, eyes widened a little, he opened his mouth to speak but Sarah cut him off. “You won’t get it dad because both of your parents loved you!” She screamed.

“Sarah-“ Joel stood up quickly and moved around the coffee table, frowning when she took a step back from him. “You- you had a mom and a dad! And they were both there! Papa tau-taught you how to-to do all that guy stuff and-and granny taught you the-the other stuff.” She was hyperventilating now, sobbing as Joel grabbed her shoulders and the tears streamed down her face. Unable to even think of what mothers teach their children in her frantic state.

“I can’t even get my mom to show up to my graduation!” She sobbed loudly, dropping her head as her hands covered her face. “Sarah…” Joel tried to pull her closer but she shoved him away. “No!” She sobbed. “No I don’t understand!” She yanked her phone out of her pocket and wiped her eye as she opened Facebook and showed Joel the blocked account. “She told me she would be there and then she blocked me!”

She threw her phone across the living room. “And-and I went to Ellie’s and she-she looked on her Facebook and she’s at the fucking beach with her new family!” Joel didn’t really know what to do, letting her vent and scream as much as she needed to.

“Fuck her!” She yelled at the phone, her shoulders shaking. “I don’t need her. I don’t.” She shook her head rapidly. “I didn’t need her to-to teach me how to tie my shoes or-or ride a bike, or play soccer, or do my hair, or help me get ready for-for my first date-“ Joel started to move closer to her as she continued. “I don’t need her to be there for my wedding. I didn’t need her to be there to get me ready for prom, I didn’t need her at graduation! I don’t need or want her advice for anything!”

When Joel grabbed her this time she finally broke, turning to look up at him and sobbing, “Why won’t she love me, daddy?” Joel’s eyes filling with tears as he pulled Sarah into his chest, lowering them both to the ground when he noticed her whole body starting to shake.

Joel wasn’t good with words, in fact he fucking sucked at them. But as he sat there on the floor with his 18 year old daughter curled up in his lap, sobbing over a woman who couldn’t think twice about her if her life depended on it, he knew he couldn’t let her feel this way. Like it was her fault.

“Listen to me.” He whispered into the top of her head before taking a deep breath and rubbing her back. “What Michelle does has nothing to do with you and whether or not you deserve to be loved.” He hugged her tighter. “Because you do, babygirl. You’re funny and so smart and you’re beautiful and your smile is out of this world.” He shook his head. “Don’t let her actions, her failures as a human being, dictate how you perceive yourself. Michelle… she’s set in her ways and it has nothing to do with you. She’s sick, honey. There’s something… not right about her and I don’t want you to get caught up in her web of lies and misery.” He whispered.

“You’ve got a great life without her. A girl that’s crazy about you, a dad that would take down the Incredible Hulk if it would make you happy, a loving aunt and uncle and a cousin on the way.” He pulled back and cupped her cheeks to make her look at him. “You’re doing wonderful without her and you don’t need her coming into your life and messing it up. Show her you can be happy without her, can move on in your life without her.”

Sarah’s lip wobbled, her tears having stopped by now as she listened to Joel, nodding weakly before hugging Joel tightly. “I’m sorry. I’ve been so mean to everyone and I’m starving and I started ignoring everyone and-“ “and you stink.” Joel teased. Sarah gasped and pulled away, seeing nothing but fondness in his eyes as she shook her head.

“Just cause you run like you’re running from the police or something. Go take a shower, I’ll make you something to eat and we’ll watch whatever you wanna watch.” He said softly, helping her stand up, relieved she had her strength back. “… can you make your empanadas? And put in Curtis and Viper?”

Joel smiled softly and nodded, surprised she actually wanted to watch that movie. “Yeah. I can make empanadas and put in Curtis and Viper.” He chuckled when she smiled and turned around to go shower, shaking his head before slowly letting his smile drop and his jaw tense.

Fucking Michelle.

Sarah wouldn’t be a hundred percent yet, he knew that, and it would likely be a while before she felt and acted like her old self again. He was glad he could calm her down, though. It was just taking every remaining cell in his body not to make one of those Facebook accounts for the soul purpose of absolutely reaming Michelle for her behavior, but part of him new she would thrive too much off of that, to know that she upset another human being so deeply.

So, instead, while he was cooking he did make a Facebook, but not to search out Michelle and lay into her, even if he wanted to so bad. He made his profile picture a photo of him and Sarah and immediately loaded the account with photos of her or the both of them together.

He posted every picture of prom, graduation, and school events before then. He was proud of Sarah and he wasn’t going to let his lack of technology or Michelle’s sick heart let it go unnoticed.

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How do we feel about background Ellie x Sarah?

[awkwardauthorwrites]

TLC

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Previously on awkward-author. Little angst, lots of fluff

To say that your day had been one massive shitstorm would be an understatement. Nothing had gone right from the moment you got up. You had had a particularly bad nightmare the night before, leaving you sleepless hours after it had slunk back into the corners of your mind. Because of this, you had slept through your alarm and missed your mandatory training session with Steve, who looked like he was in a particularly foul mood himself for one reason or another because he decided to chastise you like a toddler in front of a large group of agents. 

The lack of sleep and the public embarrassment clouded your mind, meaning you didn’t pay as much attention as you should have in your makeup training session, which resulted in a painful blow to your chest that was still throbbing hours later. You had hoped that would be the end of it, but by the time you got to the kitchen the coffee was finished and the jar was empty. The breakfast you had tried to make for yourself was completely inedible unless you wanted a severe case of food poisoning, and Sam had finished the last bits of your favourite cereal.

To top to all off, your least favourite sibling had called you. Normally, you could stand the bullshit that they came out with, but everything just struck a nerve with you today. You were used to being single, you enjoyed it, but your sibling had just gone on and on about how you needed to find someone or you’d be alone forever, and maybe you could stand to drop a couple of pounds and stop eating so much to attract someone’s attention. There was only so much you could take before you snapped at them to fuck off, which resulted in some particularly horrible texts from them.

Today was not going well at all, which is what resulted in your decision to skip out on the rest of your duties and go back to bed. No doubt Steve would have something to say about this, but a quick command to FRIDAY to keep everyone out of your room would hopefully fix that.

 “(Y/N)?” Wanda’s soft voice drifted towards you as you made your way down the corridor slowly. “Are you okay?” she held onto your elbow gently and pulled you to a stop.

“I think you know the answer to that already,” you grumbled, shaking her off. “I’m going back to bed. If Steve comes yelling, tell him I’ll incinerate him if he even thinks about disturbing me.” She had to have sensed how utterly defeated you were, because she didn’t push you, and instead, gave you a small smile and let you get on your way. You had only just managed to pull on your favourite oversized shirt – which you had definitely not stolen from laundry – when a hesitant knock came from your door.

“Miss (Y/L/N), Mr Barnes is here to see you. I informed him that you wanted to be left undisturbed, but he is insisting,” FRIDAY said softly.

“Doll, come on, let me in,” he said from the other side of the door. “I know you can hear me.”

“Leave me alone, Barnes.”

“(Y/N) –”

“Seriously, Buck. I don’t need to see you to burn you to ashes. Leave me alone. I’m in pain, hungry, tired and pissed off.” He fell silent on the other side of the door, making you assume he had walked away. With a sigh, you pulled your duvet over your head and buried your face in the pillow. Realising you had been such a bitch to Bucky when all he wanted to do was help made you feel worst, and soon, the stress from the rest of the day finally caught up to you. You cried silently, your pillow slowly becoming soaked as you tried to get a grip on yourself. Another knock on the door made you freeze, and you sniffed and tried to stay as quiet as possible in hopes that you would be left alone. 

“Doll, I know you’re awake in there,” Bucky’s voice sounded quiet and muffled through the door. “Let me in, please? Wanda told me how bad your day is going. Let me help.” You heard him sigh a few minutes later when you didn’t reply, and heard him shuffle around. “I’m just gonna sit right here until you let me in, then. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why won’t you just go?” you croaked out, pulling your head away from the pillow.

“Because I want to help you. Can you let me do that?”

“Why? Why bother?” you moved over to the door slowly, your blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

“What do you mean?”

“Why do you want to help me? I’m –”

“(Y/N), if you try to degrade yourself by saying you’re worthless or helpless or useless, I will break down this door.”

“But I feel like it,” you said quietly, your head resting against the door in defeat as a new wave of tears cascaded down your face.

“You’re far from any of those things, (Y/N).” You could hear him stand up quickly, and his voice suddenly sounded clearer, as if he had his head pressed against your door as well. 

“Don’t lie to me and tell me what you think will make me feel better,” you scoffed. “Not today. I don’t think I can handle it today.”

“You mean everything to all of us. So don’t you dare tell me you’re worthless. Natasha tore into Steve when she found out how he belittled you this morning, and he felt so bad afterwards. Bruce went and had a bit of a chat with the agent that hurt you during training, and even though we all know it was an accident the man still looks shook up. Clint was beyond concerned for you during target practice, but you just zoned him and Sam out and didn’t hear a word of what they were saying as you went through the motions. Wanda just came to me looking devastated because she said you were hurting and she didn’t know how to help. Tony is restocking a whole damn cupboard with your favourite kind of coffee so you never run out again. We all love you here. So don’t tell me you’re worthless.”

“But –”

“As for useless and helpless?” he paused to laugh sarcastically. “Doll, you’re terrifying. It’s probably not want you want to hear at the moment, but when you’re in the zone on a mission, nothing gets in your way. You kick ass and get out of it all without a scratch. I’ve seen you take down five guys twice your size all at once and you didn’t even bat an eye. You’re far from helpless.” He took a deep breath and his voice lowered considerably. “You’re not useless either. You make me better – you make us all better. You literally picked us up and brought us back together, doll. After everything with the Accords, after Tony found out what the soldier did to his parents…I didn’t think any of us would speak again. Of course, Natasha and Clint didn’t let it get in between them, but the rest of us? We didn’t speak for weeks. I killed Tony’s mom and dad. He never wanted to see me again. But you dragged me back out of cryo. You got us all together in one room. You fixed us all up again.”

“You and Sam still hate each other.”

“Baby steps, doll, baby steps.” You couldn’t see it, but he visibly relaxed when he heard you chuckle quietly. “You’ve been there for me through so much recently. Let me be there for you. Please.” He felt defeated when you didn’t reply to him for a few minutes, and moved away from the door to sit back on the floor, determined to wait for you. He was just about to start counting the tiles on the ceiling when your door opened quietly. You looked and felt so vulnerable at that moment. Your face was a mess with dried and wet tears and your eyes were rimmed red and puffy from all of your crying. “Oh, (Y/N).” 

He stood back up quickly and wrapped you in my arms tightly. Settling you back down in bed, he left you for two seconds to bring a tray into the room before he asked Friday to lock the door once more. It broke his heart to see you feel so downtrodden and weak, but he simply held onto you and let you get all of your pent up emotions out with the occasional kiss on the head. He didn’t let go once you had literally cried yourself to sleep, and made sure to keep one arm around you at all times. You woke up a little while later, mouth dry and head pounding as you blinked at the soft light coming from our bedside table.

“Buck?” your voice was hoarse and you tilted your head up to see he was reading a book while running his hands through your hair.

“Hey there, doll. How you feeling?” he put the book down and gave you an apprehensive smile.

“Tired,” you yawned to prove you point. “My head hurts.”

“Here, I’ve got just the thing for that.” He sat you up carefully and handed you a bottle of water with a couple of painkillers. Gratefully, you took the pills and down the water before handing him back the empty bottle. “Are you hungry? I got you some pizza earlier, it’s probably cold by now but I know you prefer cold pizza.” You couldn’t help but smile as he pushed the plate towards you and picked the book back up. He started to read to you, his voice soothing as you took small bites of the food he had grabbed you. Eventually, your stomach was full, your headache was subsiding and you were curled up in his arms, just listening to him read out loud from your worn out copy of The Hobbit. 

“Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah?” he looked down at you, a small smile playing on his face.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, doll. Anytime.”

[gamerwoo]

hansol/mingyu: the lovers playlist

characters: mingyu x female reader (mentions of hansol x female reader)

genre/warnings: idol au, friends to ????, one-sided pining, angst

word count: 1,034

summary: she has no idea that i’m even here

a/n: things in bold italics are song lyrics

previous song | next song | back to playlist

Mingyu watched you watch Hansol, a sad and longing look on your face as you stood among 4 other members of your group. You were too busy being stuck on Hansol since it was the first time you’d seen him since him and Ivory went public, so you didn’t feel the weight of Mingyu’s stare.

Hybe was doing some field day thing where all the groups in teams of 5 would compete against each other, and it was all being filmed. It just so happened that both you and Hansol volunteered to be there -- well, more like your group volunteered you without thinking Hansol could show up.

But the truth is; She has no idea that I’m even here; She has no idea that I’m even here.

Mingyu stood under their tent while Hansol played music on his small bluetooth speaker that he brought just to pass the time between filming. Minghao was sitting at the table with Hansol, watching Mingyu watch you watch Hansol. Meanwhile, Seungcheol and Soonyoung were stretching since they were taking this competition very seriously.

Ever since the last time he saw you a couple week ago, Mingyu wouldn’t leave you alone. He’d texted you once a day since, and you never replied. You kept trying to tell him that you were going to be fine and it would be better if the two of you weren’t friends, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. You appreciated what he’d done for you, and you knew he said he would let you heal however you wanted, but you also knew it was probably for the best that you cut every aspect of Hansol out of your life -- including his members.

Mingyu, however, was persistent.

Which was why he was standing in front of you now, suddenly blocking your view.

Get a grip, slip and trip over clumsy careless words, words words.

Mingyu could still hear the music -- albeit quietly -- from all the way over where the other 4 Seventeen boys were preparing for the first round of games.

You’d already filmed the intro, putting on your best unbothered face and acting completely normal between stolen glances. You weren’t surprised that Hansol couldn’t go fifteen minutes without listening to music.

“You okay?” he asked sincerely, head tilting slightly to one side like a puppy.

“Mingyu...” you sighed, closing your eyes like you were getting a headache.

“Hi, Mingyu!” Haeun chirped from the grass where she was doing leg stretches. “Good to see you again!”

He offered her a polite smile and a hello before he focused on you again, ignoring Soey, Mars, and Mori as they whispered together at the table. Their side-eyed glances told him that they were definitely talking about him -- or both of you. Whether it was good or bad, he didn’t know nor care.

Now there’s so much of me telling me not to leave every time I see your face.

You had looked at Haeun to glare at her for talking to Mingyu, and when you looked back to meet his eyes, he felt his heart flutter. Even though you looked annoyed at him for coming to talk to you, he couldn’t help but feel butterflies. Not seeing you for two and a half weeks was far too long for him.

Because every time you come around; Love, you take my breath away.

“We had this discussion, Mingyu,” you reminded him firmly, though your voice was quiet.

He recalled. After you brought him to the door, you told him you shouldn’t hang out anymore, and then you closed the door. He texted you when he got home anyway, and continued to do so every single day afterwards in hopes of breaking your walls down. He knew you were just trying to push him away because it hurt being reminded of Hansol, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him.

‘Don’t be in love with him,’ he kept wanting to tell you, holding onto your shoulders to make you look into his eyes, ‘I’m right here and I love you!’

She’s so close when I’m so far away, when I’m so far away; Let me dream, let me stay.

But he never did that, and he was sure he never would.

“I took that as more of a suggestion,” he grinned cheekily, and you knew he was just trying to make you laugh.

Unfortunately, his stupid lopsided smile made you let out a small chuckle, which only made his smile brighter.

“Mingyu--”

“We were friends when you would hang out with Hansol,” he interrupted before you could tell him the same bullshit about being friends, just worded differently, probably. “Just because he hurt you doesn’t mean I did, too. I still want to be your friend, _____.”

“Why?”

He shrugged, “You were fun. And as your friend, it makes me sad to see you so sad over him.”

You sighed again, “Mingyu, we--”

“Let’s hang out once,” he stated. “Just give me one try to make you feel a little better. If you hate it, I’ll leave you alone forever if you really want me to.”

She’s so close when I’m so far away, when I’m so far away; I can sleep, I can dream, I can change.

You studied him, trying to weigh the options. As much as you didn’t want any part of Hansol seeping into your life, you were pretty sure Mingyu would harass you to no end if you didn’t accept his stupid deal.

But before you could open your mouth, the producers called for filming to start again, and for everyone to go back to their places.

“I’ll text you,” he promised with another smile, his eyes lingering for a second longer before he turned and jogged back to his group.

She has no idea-dea-dea.

The music got louder as he got closer. His group was beginning to stand so they could gather at the edge of their tent.

She has no idea-dea-dea.

Hansol was reaching to turn off the speaker as Mingyu took his spot between Soonyoung and Minghao, his eyes finding you again.

She has no idea-dea-dea.

But your eyes, once again, found Hansol.

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[maria021015]

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR CHAPTER 31

“I don’t know what I did, but I know I did something,” Stiles complained as he and Scott carried their gear back to the Jeep. They’d been practising Lacrosse at the local park now that school was closed due to summer break, despite it being the off-season. It would keep their fitness up for Cross Country when Junior year commenced in August. “I’m telling you, Scott. She’s mad at me. I haven’t seen her since we got back to town.”

“Didn’t you say her brother grounded her?” Scott raised a brow, trying to follow his best friend’s ramblings.

“Yeah, but it’s been two weeks and she hasn’t tried to sneak out once.” Stiles resonated, shutting the boot to the car with a loud thud.

“Maybe she’s just following the rules.” The wolf shrugged, not seeing the significance.

“But her replies to my messages have been really weird. Look,” Stiles pulled his phone out and brought up his message thread with Zaida, flashing his friend the screen.

“This just looks like a normal conversation…” Scott peered at the messages, not seeing anything he’d deem out of the ordinary. “She’s still responding to you, right?”

“Scotty boy, there’s something you gotta learn, and it’s that not all girls are like Allison. She might completely cut you off when she’s mad at you, which makes it easy for you to tell, but most of them don’t do that. Most of them - like Zaida - will tell you it’s fine when really nothing is fine, and everything is about to explode in your face!” He rambled theatrically, his features moving exaggeratedly as he shoved his phone back into Scott’s face. “Look, there’s no pop-culture references, or little rants about movie plot holes, and it’s all grammatically correct.”

“Why does the grammar have anything to do with it?” Scott frowned, not understanding much of anything at the moment.

“Because, Scott, usually when she messages she gets all excited about what she has to say and her brain moves faster than her fingers so she ends up making a bunch of spelling and grammatical errors. Sometimes her sentences don’t even make any sense.” Stiles sighed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “But these all make perfect sense. Ergo, she’s absolutely furious and plotting all the ways she’s going to completely eviscerate me when she gets un-grounded.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re unnecessarily dramatic?” Scott turned away climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

“Yeah, all the time, but what does that have to do with anything?” Stiles brushed it off and slid into the driver’s side. Scott’s blatant insinuation went right over his head in his distracted state. “I texted Lydia to ask her if she knew if Zaida was okay, and she said nothing was wrong! Can you believe that?”

“Believe what? Doesn’t that mean that she’s fine and you’re overthinking it?” The wolf clarified and then backtracked to what he’d just heard. “Wait a minute, you got Lydia’s number, and instead of gushing about that for hours you’ve been decoding Zaida’s messages like some kind of Shakespearean book?”

“Okay first off, that means that Zaida’s not just upset in general, she’s just mad at me specifically, which is infinitely worse. Secondly, Shakespeare wrote plays, not books. And thirdly, YES, keep up!” Stiles rolled his eyes and stuck his keys into the ignition, the engine rumbling to life.

“Right,” Scott nodded slowly, trying to wrap his head around the situation. “And are you sure you still like Lydia?”

“Yeah, duh. What does my hopeless crush have to do with anything? I’m not talking about Lydia right now, I’m talking about Zaida, and the fact that she’s going to use her powers to cook me from the inside out like a Stiles-sized microwave dinner!” He blurted and then froze when he realised what had just come out of his mouth. “Oh, shit.”

“‘Use her powers’?” Scott straightened in his seat, repeating his friend’s slip-up. “What powers? I thought she still wasn’t presenting?”

“Yeah…about that,” Stiles chuckled awkwardly, not knowing how to backtrack now that it was out in the open. If Zaida wasn’t mad at him before - which he knew she one-hundred percent was - she definitely would be now. “So, we kind of discovered that the reason why she didn’t turn into a werewolf when Peter bit her was because she was already something else. Her powers have slowly been developing over the past few months and you know how I told you I couldn’t hang out because I was sick with the flu? Well actually, I took her to her beach house in Monterey and we found her family’s Bestiary in a secret room hidden behind a bookshelf, which told us that she comes from a long line of Nymphs.”

“You guys did what?” Scott gawked at the new information that was being revealed to him. “You’ve both been working on this for how long? Who else knows?”

“Just us two and Lydia. Oh, and Derek kind of knows a little, I guess. Which means Isaac probably knows a bit too,” Stiles trailed off, trying to make Scott feel better about being left out but actually accomplishing the complete opposite. “But Allison definitely doesn’t know anything.”

“So Allison and I are the only two people who had no idea about any of this?” Scott muttered, slightly offended that Zaida hadn’t trusted him with this. He knew they weren’t exactly the closest out of the group but he’d thought that with everything they’d all gone through they’d be beyond keeping such secrets.

“Look, it was a personal thing that had a lot to do with her family and her parents’ death. She just wanted to figure it all out before she told you guys. Or, at least, before she told you. She doesn’t want to tell Allison anything because she’s convinced she’ll get another crossbow bolt to somewhere a bit more important this time - like her face - and I’m not yet entirely sure that she’s wrong. At the very least it would put her on the Argents’ map.”

“What is a Nymph, anyway?” Scott swiftly changed the subject, not really wanting to talk about Allison’s place in her family’s business right now.

“They’re nature spirits tied to different elements.” The boy explained in the simplest way he could put it. “Zaida’s a water spirit, so she can manipulate good ol’ H2O, but that also comes with a myriad of other cool powers.”

“Like healing?” Scott nodded.

“Yeah, like healing.” Stiles nodded in confirmation. “But she can also feel other people’s emotions and even physical feelings like pain. We’ve been working on creating mental blocks to keep her shut off from it.”

“So that’s how she knew something had happened to you at the Lacrosse final, she could feel you,” Scott recalled how panicked she’d been when he had found her on the field and how she’d been desperately searching for the boy.

“Exactly,” Stiles continued. “Her abilities are stronger with some people rather than others and we think it’s got something to do with an emotional connection. The stronger her connection with someone, the easier it is for her to tap into deeper abilities with them, the more she feels and the harder it is for her to block it out. Apparently, this is just the beginning of her power. Deaton thinks it can extend to being able to manipulate emotions too and project feelings onto other people.”

“Deaton knows too?” Scott interjected in protest.

“Oh. Yeah, I forgot to mention him,” Stiles ran a hand through his almost completely grown-out buzz-cut with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, buddy. But hey, in our defence, you neglected to tell us that you were conspiring with Gerard and double-crossing him by slipping wolfsbane into his pills. So, I guess we’re even now.”

Scott couldn’t argue with that logic.

“And here’s your change! Have a great day!” Zaida smiled and handed the lady her bag as well as a handful of coins. When the shop was finally empty again she adjusted her bra straps beneath her uniform, hating the way they kept slipping off her shoulders. The uniform was bad enough on its own - the black pants with the matching polo shirt weren’t awful in and of itself, but it was the neon pink apron she was forced to wear on top of it all that she hated. It was stiff and uncomfortable and obnoxious. She despised the colour pink unless it was in a much quieter shade of pastel. However, pretty much everything else about her summer job was great. She got to eat the defective products whenever she wanted, and she got to play whatever music she liked - as long as it was appropriate - and she got to spend hours taking photos and videos of products and running the social media sites for advertisement purposes.

“You work in a Candy Shop!” Came a loud gasp from the front of the store as Stiles entered with a broad smile on his face, his wide eyes scouring the multiple shelves full of bright candies in a manner of colours and flavours and types. “That is so cool!”

“Hi there, boys.” Zaida rolled her eyes at Stiles’ antics and nodded to the werewolf who trailed after him. “What brings you here?”

“Oh, nothing. We were just hanging out at the mall, you know? Doing some shopping, trying on some dresses- uh, clothes! I meant clothes.” Stiles chuckled nervously, trying to name any mall-related activities he was familiar with. Unfortunately, his mind immediately recalled the last time he was here with Zaida when she’d tried on her Winter Formal dress. “Fancy seeing you here!”

“Uhuh, and you two just wanted some candy, right?” Zaida nodded, playing along. “This surprise visit has nothing to do with the fact that Lydia told you I work here now?”

“Whaaaaat…? No, of course not.” Stiles drew out the word in a high-pitched voice, turning to look at Scott as he walked up to lean on the front counter in an attempt to appear casual. “Did you know Zaida worked here? Because I didn’t know she worked here.”

“Stiles, cut the crap. I know she told you.” The brunette rolled her eyes. “And you know I’m grounded. I’m only allowed out of the apartment for work, and if Xander catches wind that you’ve come to visit me, he’s going to make me quit. The only reason he let me get this job - other than the fact that I literally begged him for it - is because he thinks it means I’ll make more friends. Non-supernatural friends, because he’s banned me from seeing you, remember?”

“I am being discriminated against, I tell you.” Stiles pouted and Scott just watched the interaction wordlessly. “And since when have you done what Xander wants?”

“Ahh yes, the crippling oppression of the straight, white, male population is really working against you here, Stiles.” Zaida’s words dripped with dry sarcasm. “I have to do what he wants, or he’s going to sell the apartment and move us back to San Francisco.”

“Ahh, but you forget, I am also neurodivergent.” The boy pointed out. “And he’s totally bluffing, by the way. You said he’s been working towards being a deputy for years, he wouldn’t give that up and jeopardise the trajectory of his career just to keep you away from a harmless friend. You’re the supernatural one in this relationship. My dad should be trying to keep me away from you, not the other way around.”

“If your dad knew what I am - and what Scott is - he definitely would be keeping you away from us,” She rolled her eyes and busied herself with fixing up the displays at the counter, trying to avoid looking at the boy who made her heart thunder in her chest. These past three weeks she’d managed to keep herself relatively distracted from the fact that she now knew she was crushing on Stiles. By distracted, she meant she’d completely avoided him and pushed her feelings into the furthest corners of her mind, covering them with a heavy blanket of despondence.

“Nah, there’s no way. My dad likes you guys more than he even likes me.” Stiles snorted sceptically. “Which should really bother me more than it does, you know?”

“Stiles, I’m working. You need to leave.” She hissed at him under her breath and swiftly turned to smile at a regular customer approaching from behind him, gesturing for them to come forward to the counter. “Hello Janet, how are you today?”

“See, I told you she’s mad at me,” Stiles whispered to Scott, deciding to take the hint and leave.

“That seemed like a completely normal conversation.” The werewolf shook his head at his best friend as they walked out into the main section of the mall.

“Seriously? You didn’t notice how she wouldn’t look me in the eyes? Or how she kept fiddling with things to avoid paying attention to me? Or the glaringly obvious way she just kicked us out?” Stiles exclaimed, flying through his words and his hands moved about expressively.

“I don’t know man,” Scott trailed off. If he was being completely honest, he didn’t think Zaida was mad at the boy at all. In unintentionally reading her chemosignals he knew Zaida’s frustrations were directed towards herself. Towards Stiles, she had been feeling something entirely different…

[h20]

BLA DIARY MOMMY ISSUES WORD DUMP

we haven’t heard from mom for a while which has become normal so we’ve been sending her periodic paragraph texts filling her in on what’s going on w/ us in hopes that she will learn how to send fill in texts as well, so far our only communication is her sending a response like “call me now” in which we’re filled with instant anxiety call her & get dumped with information that spans months long that we can barely process, only to not hear from her again for months. We’re glad to have the space to breathe but it’s also not really breathing because I’m *constantly* worried and wondering what’s going on at home, is she okay, are my cats okay, what’s happening? What’s changed now? What drastic difference in life is happening that I’m not privy for?

As a teen when my mom lived a few blocks away from me and I’d be living with my grandparents/her parents, she would call me over and over and over and over again in the middle of the night (4-6 AM) when I was sleeping until it would make me answer like hysterical crying and confused and she would unload all these plans & information on me, it was a lot different then. our relationship is better but it’s really strange to get used to these gaps in communications in life now

this all accumulated because she texted us the night before last for the first time in AGES, multiple full paragraphs asking us to last minute buy a train ticket home so we could watch the house & animals for a week NEXT WEEK while she goes on an all expenses paid trip to Orlando w/ our step dad. Leading up to this we’ve told her several times over unanswered texts that the specific weekend this trip lands on that I actually have had other plans made for a couple months now, this was especially relevant because months ago she made plans to visit the state I’m in right now at the end of the month this month as well (literally a week after this sudden Orlando trip) so there’s already a lot going on and I can’t make more travel plans not to mention I can’t even afford it, i can barely afford to get by right now. I don’t want to get sick traveling etc, but we reminded her of our plans and she INSTANTLY replied to those texts saying we don’t care about her and never cared about her, that “this is the least I could do to reflect the lifetime of sacrifices she’s made for me”…

it’s so fucking hard to say no. It’s so fucking hard to stick to my own plans and to not go belly up and do everything and anything she wants me to. I feel like a mom talking to her teenage child. I hate saying no to anyone but ESPECIALLY her and if I didn’t have the other plans I would have said yes in a heartbeat. I said that in my text reply to her, but it didn’t matter and she laid the guilt on thick “this is a once in a lifetime chance, I’m not mad at you I’m just sad you couldn’t sacrifice this one thing…” meanwhile I’m hysterically crying over the touchkeypad of my phone, i hate making her sad and I hate doing anything for myself. I feel like I’ve sacrificed my entire childhood and teenagehood and early adulthood to her and then working for her at the daycare I’ve been completely unemployed ever since I detached and I don’t know how to be a normal person. This is just another chip of guilt she’ll hold over my head forever *crying into coffee sounds*

[kiissme]

@aconites​​, — caroline

𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏 time in a long time, caroline felt as though the small apartment she got last year was officially hers. that this was now her home. with decorations she’d picked out carefully and furniture that made her place look gorgeous, nathan’s table made everything come together and she couldn’t have been pleased. ❝ it’s perfect. ❞ she replied honestly, stepping away from the table so she can get the whole look of it in the living room. she’d gone into a great deal of designing how she wanted the space to look and it was finally complete with the table now a statement piece in the middle of it all.  ❝ you’re really talented, i’m surprised that you haven’t been recruited by a fancy home furniture company for some type of partnership yet. ❞ she turned to him, showcasing a smile on her lips as she pulled a loose strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear. the blonde hadn’t spent much time alone with the male one-on-one until she commissioned one of his designs, normally having clint with them when they hung out but the last couple of weeks had blossomed into some sort of friendship and for that she was thankful. there wasn’t many people in her life, having left most of her childhood friends back in her hometown so the addition was welcomed and something she was determined on cherishing long-term. the happiness on her face slips, however, at the mention of her boyfriend and she couldn’t help but feel bad that the mere thought of him made her so forlorn. ❝ uh, yeah… he said that he had to work late. some type of emergency at the office.❞ she breaks their locked gaze, not wanting to see the pity he must surely feel for her written all over his face. there was an overwhelming urge to tell him about the texts that she’d seen pop up on her partner’s phone a few nights ago and what they surely meant but she wasn’t ready to accept it yet. clint was the only person in the world she was sure loved her and without him, she didn’t know how she would feel. what if she’d be alone forever if they broke up?❝ it’s okay though, i’m probably just going to order some takeout and watch something on netflix..❞

          “Ohh, p e r f e c t ? I hope so, with all the details you’ve laid into me, I’d hate for me to fuck something up and have to drag this back into my shop for another go.” His words nothing but a tease, the smile on his face evident in that, and both had built up quite the rapport between them that he was confident she could pick up on his teasing of her and that it came from a place of affection. But not too affectionate, just... Just the right amount. For good measure, he added, “But, since it’s perfect, I wouldn’t hate a lengthy, generous, flattering testimonial that I could put on the website or a yelp page, just putting that out there.” And yet, that slight cocky attitude slips from him as Caroline complimented him once more, the smile grown just a tad sheepish and his chocolate brown eyes trailed away from her face. What a face. “...they...haven’t been beating on my door, no. Not yet... I’m not sure I’d agree to it, honestly. It’d be a lot of exposure, and money, which is all well and good, but... I dunno, I quite like the freedom I have right now. Everything being handcrafted and not so...manufactured. Everything...” he said, trailing a finger over one of the carvings on the table he made for her, “One of a kind. Anyway, I was just following your instruction. You’ve got...a really good eye, y’know? Like, honestly,” he turned to look around her place. “Everything really fits well... I should have you get a look at my place, see what you could do there. Though I’m usually at the shop, anyway.” But the thought of having her over seemed so appealing that a part of him wanted her to accept. Because after this, most likely they would part and go back to their original roles in their lives. No more excuses to come over and go through the notes or having her pop up in the shop and make his day a little brighter. But, seems his best friend was working to give Nathan even less than that, hearing he had canceled on her again. Absolute dickhead. He frowned, letting out a soft groan on behalf of...he supposed the both of them. Some type of emergency? Could have been true, he hadn’t really touched based with Clint for a bit, but the way she averted her eyes from him, there was a sense of something else. “I’m sorry, I know you were looking forward to it. He’s been...having a lot of hours at the office. I haven’t actually seen him in a bit, either.” Which was true, and it made him ponder on things. But nothing he was going to bring up unless she did. As she said her plans, he really couldn’t stop himself, almost on pure instinct as the words came flowing out, “Do you want company?” Was that bad? Improper? Should he even care what Clint would think? He just didn’t want her to be on her own. That’s alright, isn’t it? “I’ve already closed the shop and...haven’t had dinner yet and probably would do the same. So... I can stay if you want. Up to you.”

[itllsetyoufree]

“Does this help?” + kara being injured

All things considered, Lena’s Saturday has been startlingly unremarkable so far. The sun is shining, she’d had her usual cup of yogurt with sliced bananas for breakfast, she hasn’t gotten a single off-hours weekend call from work, and she’d even had time to read the Cooking section in the National City Tribune. The biggest thing on her calendar for the day is her weekly movie night with Kara, which she’d been quietly looking forward to since Kara had left her apartment after their movie night the week before.

There was a time in Lena’s life where the easy, almost leisurely flow of her day would have been alarmingly, disarmingly suspect. But with no attempts on her life and L-Corp running smoothly for the last year or so, Lena’s life has settled into something more… quiet. 

And on any other day, it might have continued that way. 

Because noxious gas-breathing, nine-legged alien dragons aren’t typically her problem.

She gets the notification on her phone, of course:

Emergency Alert: Rogue Alien Attacking National City Waterfront— alien is violent and unrestrained, exhales unidentified purple gas. Residents urged to remain indoors and to close all windows.

Lena sighs, rolling her neck to the side and grabbing her phone as she lifts herself off her couch to close her balcony door. Despite having a near-panoramic view of the water, Lena’s apartment is on the other side of town from the docks, but she winds her way around her apartment anyway and closes all of her windows just in case. She’s just shutting the last one when she fires off a text to Kara, telling her to stay inside and to not come over until the alien is taken care of, and don’t even think about going down to the docks to report on it, Kara, I know CatCo doesn’t have gas masks on hand.

She gets a single thumbs up in response, an unusually terse reply from Kara, who never sends one text message when three will do, but Lena doesn’t think much of it and just settles back down on the couch to flip on the news. 

She watches live as the alien positively obliterates several of National City’s piers with three of its arms. The video feed shows people diving out of the way as wet, splintered wood flies in every direction. The esplanade is littered with debris as the alien rears up again, swinging its tail against the surface of the bay and spraying rolling waves of water onto the shore. 

Lena blows out a heavy breath as she watches the destruction unfold before reaching out for her phone again. She’s just hitting send on an email to Jess, telling her to donate funds to the city to rebuild the docks, when the unmitigated panic on screen abruptly stops. 

She sits up straight on the couch as she watches the dragon puff out a billowing cloud of purple smoke. It unfurls along the embankment and the remaining parts of the boardwalk, and slowly engulfs the small crowd of people fleeing the waterfront and the remaining stragglers on the shoreline.

Lena watches, mouth parting in shock, as they all stop running en masse and slow to a halt. The newsfeed goes silent as the crowd stops screaming, even the newscaster losing his breath as everyone stands still, lolling around on their feet as if held up by rubber and not muscle, before they all calmly sink down to the ground and lay down. 

The sweeping shot of everyone resting on the ground seems to spur the news anchor back to life, and he resumes narrating wildly, jabbering and speculating like an auctioneer calling the Superbowl. 

The dragon stops destroying more of the docks to huff out another cloud of smoke at a helicopter nearby. Lena sucks in a breath as the helicopter wobbles in the air over the people on the ground, but it just floats softly down, landing gentle as a feather on the nearest open patch of grass. Lena pinches her eyebrows together, bewildered, but before she can think too much on it, there’s a red and blue streak zooming into the frame. 

Supergirl pulls up behind the dragon, and Lena only has a second to admire the sun glinting off her hair before Supergirl grabs the alien by one of its legs and flings it out toward the sea. 

From there it’s a whirlwind. Supergirl and the alien lunge and splash and swing at each other at a dizzying speed, spinning in the air and dragging each other under the water. The camera holds steady on them for several minutes until one final breathtaking moment. Both Supergirl and the alien breach out of the water and whirl to face one another. Supergirl’s eyes glow for a split second before her heat vision activates and scorches across the dragon’s abdomen. It crashes back to the water with a roar, but just before it sinks beneath the surface, it huffs out one final breath of smoke. 

It catches Supergirl visibly off-guard as she recovers from the fight, gasping for air just as it engulfs her. The newscaster goes silent once more, watching as Supergirl seems to go loose mid-air. She sways a little, drifting in the wind, a glassy, confused look on her face. Lena’s reaching for her phone, ready to call Alex to see if she can help, when Supergirl shakes her head and starts to fly, slowly and unsteadily, away from the scene. 

The newscaster and Lena heave a simultaneous sigh of relief, and Lena lets her phone drop back down to the couch. The news switches back to coverage of the dazed, lethargic people on the shore who seem confused but otherwise unharmed. Lena’s just relaxing back into the cushions, half a mind to open her windows back up to let in the breeze, when she catches movement out of the corner of her eye. 

She turns, watching as Supergirl floats shakily toward her balcony. 

When Supergirl lands, it’s with none of the elegance or athleticism Lena’s come to associate with her. There’s no graceful descent, no landing delicately on one pointed foot or shooting down from the sky to stop on a dime just before she hits the ground. Supergirl drifts closer and closer to her building, one foot outstretched as she reaches Lena’s balcony, but her foot catches on the top of the railing, and she topples over it, hands splayed out to catch herself. She spills over the banister and lands on her chest, legs arching up behind her and feet still hooked over the railing. She looks up at Lena through the glass window, eyes half glazed over and unfocused as her cape slides up the slope of her back to pool at the back of her neck. 

The sight of her, glassy and dazed and draped over her railing like a wet towel spurs Lena into action. She throws the balcony door open and rushes over, dropping to her knees and reaching out to run her hands down the length of Supergirl’s arms, cupping her cheeks and tilting her head to either side to look for bruises. 

“Supergirl! Are you hurt? Can you stand? Come, let’s get you to the DEO.” 

“Hi.” 

Lena stills, pausing her frantic checking of Supergirl’s pulse to actually take stock of the situation. 

Supergirl, seemingly unconcerned by her chin pressing into the concrete or being curled backwards over herself, blinks up at Lena. She looks untroubled, calm, her hair and suit still damp from the water but otherwise right as rain, but the expression on her face is… vacant. Her eyes are glossy, just slightly unfocused, mouth parted as she looks up at Lena. She looks open, unguarded, and completely unaware, and Lena recalibrates. 

“Supergirl, do you know where you are?”

“Your balcony.”

“And do you know who I am?”

“Lena.”

“Does anything hurt?”

“No.” 

“Can you untangle your feet so we can get you up?”

“Oh,” Supergirl remarks, like she hadn’t noticed her feet weren’t under her. She tries to twist around to look over her back at her feet, and she shuffles a little, unhooking the toes of her boots and falling fully onto the stone floor. 

Lena tsks and instinctually reaches out again, grabbing hold of Supergirl’s shoulders and helping her move until she’s sitting upright, propped against the balcony railing. Supergirl leans back against it, blinking slowly and looking blankly around, and Lena finds herself itching for the phone she left in the living room but unwilling to leave the woman in front of her while she’s so vulnerable. 

It isn’t like she hasn’t dealt with an incapacitated Supergirl before. Lena’s saved Supergirl from more than a handful of scrapes in the past couple years, but never like this, never while she was conscious, never while she seemed loopy and almost childlike. It’s easier to maintain her focus, Lena realizes, easier to put the worry aside and work on a fix when Supergirl is in grave danger, in desperate need of help. 

This, with her awake and seemingly fine but so disoriented is throwing Lena off guard. Normal citizens shouldn’t see their city’s hero downed and unconscious, but they shouldn’t see her like this either, unfocused and confused, almost as if she’d been drugged. It’s unsettling, deeply uncomfortable in a way Lena can’t put her finger on, and she can’t help but feel both protective and out of her element at the same time.

“Okay,” Lena says, keeping her voice soft and caring. “How about we get you over to the DEO so they can check you out?”

“No, thanks,” comes the quiet reply. “I’ll stay here.”

It’s Lena’s turn to blink confusedly back at Supergirl, but the woman is looking elsewhere. The soft breeze that’s been blowing all day blows an errant leaf off of one of Lena’s plants and into Supergirl’s lap, and Lena watches, latent sense of panic beginning to grow in her stomach, as Supergirl picks up the leaf and twirls it between her fingers.

“I really think we should get you over to the DEO. You seem a little… off,” Lena says, careful to phrase it as gently as she can to not cause any alarm. “What if I just have Director Danvers come here by herself?” Lena asks, half unsure why she’s humoring Supergirl before she realizes that Supergirl has probably never gone anywhere she didn’t want to go— on account of being strong enough to lift a space station. 

“No,” Supergirl responds again, simply, not rudely, “she’s not invited.”

Lena narrows her eyes at that, trying to sort out what kind of laughing gas this dragon has breathed out. 

“I think I’m in charge of that,” Lena retorts, but she sighs, because Supergirl just looks up at her and smiles dopily. 

“Okay,” Lena tries again. “Will you at least stand up and come inside? I can do some research on how to get these side effects to go away.” 

Supergirl acquiesces this time, or at least Lena thinks she does until Supergirl turns away from the open door to her living room. 

“I’ll stay out here,” she says, words slurring a little as she points to one of Lena’s deck chairs. “Need a little sun.” 

She sways on the spot, as if momentarily suspended by the breeze, before stumbling over to Lena’s deck chair and collapsing onto it. She trips on one of the legs and the chair breaks under her weight, but she doesn’t seem to notice, letting her eyes drift shut and tilting her chin up toward the sun. A small smile crosses her face as the sun warms her, and Lena finds herself unable to hold back a small smile of her own. 

“You’ve got twenty minutes,” Lena says, already planning out her research on alien dragons and a call to Alex in her head. “Then I’m making the call.” 

“Uh uh,” Supergirl hums, eyes still closed, and Lena raises both eyebrows. “Is’fine, Lena. Don’t call. Wanted to come here.”

The longer sentences are starting to ease Lena’s mind, but Supergirl’s response rattles around in her brain and she can’t help but ask.

“Supergirl?”

Supergirl just hums back at her again.

“Why’d you come here instead of going to the DEO?”

“Didn’t want to miss movie night,” she says, calmly while she exhales, like Lena had asked her what day it is and she’d said, ���Saturday.’

Lena freezes. The pit of panic in her stomach drops out and her whole body clenches at the loss. She stands frozen, staring at the figure laying prone, sprawled out on her deck chair. Lena’s heart pounds. She feels the rapid thudding in her chest, hears it reverberate in her ears. She takes it in, the red boots and skirt, the blue suit, the cape, the blonde hair. 

Her eyes map the features on Supergirl’s face, and she realizes with some modicum of horror how familiar those features are. The point of her chin, the slope of her cheekbones, the nick of the scar above her eyebrow, the slightly upturned, charming pull of her mouth. It’s all— 

“Lena?” those eyebrows scrunch together and it comes out as a whine, and Lena is overcome. 

The panic disappears, instantly replaced by a tidal wave of worry, of affection, of bewilderment, confusion, and a little hurt.

“I’m here,” is what she blurts out in response, dropping onto the adjacent chair and wrapping her hand around Supergirl’s— Kara’s?— wrist, gentle, caring. “Hey, hey, I’m here. Are you okay?”

“Mhmm” Supergirl hums again, twisting her wrist to take hold of Lena’s hand. “Better already. Just need a nap and then we can watch a movie, okay?” Her voice is light and airy, and the smile droops off her face as she begins to fall asleep, but Lena can’t let her go, can’t be left alone with her racing mind. She needs to know, needs to be sure, and with a pounding heart, she presses on.

“Have—” Lena starts. Her voice cracks and she clears her throat and tries again, wiping the hand not enclosed in Supergirl’s tiredly across her brow. “Have you thought about what movie you want to see?”

“Which Star Wars are we up to?” Supergirl mumbles, half-asleep, and Lena feels her whole body clench with the confirmation as she sweeps her eyes up and down the figure in front of her with renewed worry, checking for injuries she knows aren’t there, because it’s Kara, it’s Kara, it’s Kara.

“Episode Six,” she whispers, tightening her hand around Kara’s. 

“That one. ‘S a good one.” Kara breathes back. 

Kara shifts on the chair a little bit, and small as the movement is, Lena thinks it looks the tiniest more purposeful, the tiniest bit less loose and floppy, and Lena feels her shoulders relax with it. It shifts something in her, the worry beginning to melt into a tender form of annoyance and she decides to push a little more. 

“Are you hungry?”

“Mm,” Kara hums, smiling again. Lena narrows her eyes at her. 

“Do you want Big Belly Burger for dinner like last time?”

“Mhmm yeah,” Kara murmurs, “and those fries that I like.”

Lena smirks, raising an eyebrow, but Kara is completely unaware. Lena squeezes her hand and stands. “I’ll order the food, and you can nap until it gets here, okay?”

“Mhmm thanks, Lena.”

“You’re welcome, Kara,” she says pointedly, but Kara doesn’t notice. Lena watches her smile in her half-asleep doze, her hand twitching a little until the smile droops off her face and she falls asleep just like that. Lena stands there, gaping at her for a moment, then makes her way inside.

Twenty minutes later, after a text to Alex and enough time spent slowing her racing heart, enough time spent with the news to know that the gas wears off on its own, eventually, she hears a sigh and a creak from outside. Supergirl— Kara, god, it’s Kara— is stretching on the deck chair, which appears to be hanging on for dear life, and Lena lifts herself off the couch, grabbing the bag next to her and making her way back outside.

She sets a glass of water down on the drinks table next to Kara’s head, watching as she shifts in the sun but doesn’t open her eyes. 

“How are you feeling, Supergirl?”

“Mhmm, good, sleepy,” Kara yawns.

“They pulled that dragon out of the bay,” Lena says casually, crossing her arms. “You did a great job. No one’s hurt. The effects of the gas seem to subside on their own.”

“Good,” Kara murmurs, tilting her head up into the sun again. “That’s good.” 

“The food’s here too,” Lena informs her, unable to hold back a smirk. “I got us a couple shakes as well.”

“Thanks,” Kara sighs happily. You’re the best.”

“But Kara?”

“Mmph?”

“You have to change out of your suit first. Wouldn’t want to get any residual alien goop on my couch.”

It’s exactly as satisfying as she thought it would be. Kara’s loose, floppy posture stiffens as her spine snaps straight, her eyes flying open as the chair finally gives out from under her. Lena watches the wheels turn once Kara hits the ground, sees Kara’s eyes bug out when they make eye contact. Kara’s flick down to look at her suit, then back up to Lena. 

Lena twists her wrist, letting the paper bag swing out toward Kara. 

“Your fries?”

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wishful thoughts

series… maybbbbeeee

elliot x fem reader

angsty ???? idkkk elliot is a complete douche lol so it’s only kinda ooc 😒

i wrote this when i was half sleep so no spell checks and i may change the title, idk yet. part 2 whenever i want lol sorry

reader believes her and elliots relationship is a love story for the books, she believes that he is the only one who’s meant for her, what will she do when she finds out she’s the only one who feels this way about their relationship?

you were hopelessly infatuated with this man. the way he smiled, the way he talked, the way he laughed, the way he’d cuddle you until you fell asleep in his arms. it was you and him forever and no one could change that. so why has he become so distant? why hasn’t he kissed you the way he used to? why hasn’t he held you like before? why did he avoid doing anything with you?

“elly, can we watch a movie? i feel like we haven’t been as close as we used to..” you said as you sat down next to elliot on his bed. he was aimlessly scrolling through his phone which became new normal to your relationship now. he would barely look at you anymore.

“nah, i’m kinda busy today. sorry baby.” elliot uttered as he started texting someone, presumably rue or jules. he always had time for them but never had time for you. what did they have that you didn’t? you were just as pretty, you were smarter AND nicer so what could he possibly want from them that he couldn’t receive from you

“you said that last time i wanted to hang out. you’ve never been this busy before.. have you gotten into some secret club that you’re not allowed to tell me about or something?” you awkwardly chuckled while you tried scooting closer to him.

“mhm…” elliot replied as he kept tapping away at his phone. you just wished you could snatch the device out his hand and see what they were talking about. it couldn’t be that interesting to the point where he stopped listening to what his girlfriend had to say about their dying relationship.

“you know elliot, you make it real hard for me to want to spend time with you when all you do is type on that damn phone. you’re probably texting jules and rue and they’re probably the ones you’ve been so ‘busy’ with recently.” you huffed as you began to play with the hem of your shirt.

“oh god please don’t start this shit again.”

“start what? i literally can’t start anything with you, you don’t even want to spend time with me anymore!”

“(y/n) can you please drop the ‘jealous, possessive, girlfriend’ act. it’s so fucking annoying”

“i’m not being jealous or possessive! i just want to know what’s gotten into you.”

“i’m not doing this shit. nothing has gotten into me, you’re just acting annoying and i don’t see why. am i not allowed to have friends? are you the only one i’m allowed to hang out with now?”

“when did i ever say that? you can’t manipulate me into thinking i’m in the wrong here. all i wanted to do was spend time with you and you’re getting so pissy over me being reasonably upset over you picking rue and jules over me.”

“i’m not being manipulative, i’m just telling the truth. and the truth is, you’re acting like a crybaby right now.”

“crybaby??? you’re the one crying about me questioning what the fuck has gotten into you yet I’M the crybaby?”

“yes! you are! you’ve been crying about me having friends, you’ve been crying about me not coming to coddle you every second of the day, and your bitching about me not watching some dumbass movie with you right now!”

“i’m not gonna keep playing these stupid ass games with you and i’m not gonna let you speak to me like i’m a fucking nuisance. i’m going home. go hang out with rue and jules.” you said as you took your purse and left.

elliot sighed as he sat up from his bed, resting his hand on his forehead. “don’t leave, you know i didn’t mean it like that.”

“bye elliot.” you scoffed as you walked out his room and out his house. as soon as you sat down in you car, you felt your face heat up and your eyes had begun to water. you started driving home but you couldn’t hold it in any longer and began to ball. you couldn’t believe your boyfriend would talk to you in such a manner. you never meant to be the jealous-type or meant to stop him from having friends. you just wanted the same love that you used to get from him. you said he couldn’t manipulate you into feeling like this but he was. and you could never admit this to yourself but it was becoming apparent that you wouldn’t last, yet you were still holding onto the finest sliver of hope. you hoped he’d apologize and you’d be back in his arms.

as soon as you got home, you started a steaming hot shower. you wanted to clear your mind and a shower the scorches the skin right off your body sounded like heaven right now. a part of you hoped that when you got out the shower, elliot would text you. it didn’t matter if it was a text defending his actions or admitting to his wrongdoings, you just wanted one text. a text to show that he was still thinking about you. weather it was good or bad, you just wanted to be on his mind. you showered to clear your thoughts and rid you of elliot’s aroma but the shower did nothing to cleanse your mind of him.

0 notifications, no older messages.

did he not care? was he alright? we’re you in the wrong? should you text first? he’s mad at you. you mess everything up. maybe you did overreact. you should stop being jealous. maybe he’s still out? what if he lost his phone? did he text someone else and not realize he had the wrong number? oh it’s all your fault. he doesn’t love you. you lost him.

thoughts were circling your head, your lips started quivering, and your eyes had begun to well up again. you were breaking down again. and even though hes been acting like a total dick to you, you can’t leave him. you’re attached. desperatelt and tragically attached.

“i need a nap. maybe he’ll text in the morning. maybe he’ll come and apologize” you whispered to yourself as you started getting comfortable in your bed. “just maybe he’ll come around. i hope he does. i love him, with my whole heart and soul. and i can’t loose him because of my own feelings.”

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Genshin Modern AU - Stress and Comfort

Summary: Woke up late. Missed a class. Forgot that assignment due. Another one due in two days. People are downplaying the things that you do. It’s raining and you don’t have an umbrella. Sometimes the little things pile up all in one day and it feels like all you want to do is to get it over with... and your boyfriend to make everything better.

Warnings: crying, stress, mood swings, other than that it’s fluff

Characters: Kaeya, Zhongli x gn!reader

Notes: Also a commission <3 Thank you for the love. Once again if you want something written for you I have cheap rates XD and I’ll always accommodate to your wants! Just leave me a message!

Kaeya

“Hey, Y/N, do you know how to write this part of the essay?” It wasn’t as if you were a particularly good student. But somehow, the people in your class liked asking you because you were accommodating. Ready to help with a smile on your face. Always there to turn to and rely on. “Yeah, it’s just like this…” and you spend nearly an hour explaining it.

“Oh gosh, I don’t think I can finish this part of the presentation tonight, something came up at home,” Group projects were sometimes difficult too. You understood. Things happened, but when they happened, you’d be the first one to say, “It’s okay, I’ll take care of it,” Even though the presentation is tomorrow, even though you barely get enough sleep for the next day. A part of you just wants to quickly get it over with.

“You said this would come out on the test… It wasn’t even there…” The worst part of it is not even receiving any thanks. It’s the way that they look at you when you make a mistake, despite all of the good things you’ve done for them, one mistake, and they make you out and guilt you to be a bad person.

“Your analysis is all wrong, Y/N. This part over here…” Sometimes the price of that was paying with your own grade. You try to listen as the lecturer explains a part of your essay. You’re listening, but it just doesn’t register in your mind. Something about misunderstanding the concept. Those concepts that you’ve tried so hard to remember and to understand. In the end they were all mixed up and confused.

Perhaps the lecturer sees the deflated look in your eyes, and ends quite happily. “Just do better in the next one!” pats your back and lets you leave, handing you your essay graded with a C.

Do better in the next one. Easier said than done.

You shove the paper in your bag without giving it a second glance.

The cafeteria. It was slightly late for lunch but you like it that way. There weren’t a lot of people at this time, which meant you didn’t have to fight for seats. Still, as you put in your order and bring your tray of food to the nearest seat that you see, you somehow bump into someone who topples over your chosen lunch, the tray completely doing a flip and landing on your chest, then on the ground with a plop and rattle.

There’s an ugly stain on your shirt. Forget about hiding it, it had to be washed. “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry,” and yet they can only stare at the stain. What else could they do? Dabbing it with wet tissue would just make it worse. “It’s…fine,” you wave them away, but you leave the mess on the floor in a hurry and in an embarrassed state.

You sigh once outside again. Deciding that today was enough, you make your way home.

Even then, as you sit at your study table, all washed up and changed, sketching a little something on your tablet, your mother stands at the door, observing.

“…What does that do for you?”

You jump a little in surprise and turn, looking at her blank expression. “What does what do for me?”

“That, your drawing. You’re always on the computer or tablet Y/N. If not that, then your sketchbook. That’s all you ever do,”

You turn around because you don’t want to argue. You don’t want to hear her complaining about how you do nothing but stay in all day after lessons and play games and draw. It was one of the biggest forms of comfort you had for yourself and yet she--

“Maybe try a part time job or join a club or some—”

“Mom, I’m still trying to adjust to uni,”

Why does no one understand how difficult it is to juggle the classes and do all the readings required? Why do I have to do so many things all at the same time? Can’t I do it when I choose to and when I’m ready? Can’t I do things that I enjoy?

“The degree you chose won’t even pay the bills…” You hear her mutter as she walks away. Footsteps receding into the hallways.

You push your tablet away and lay your head face down on the table. You’re trying not to lose it and finally, whatever higher being up there hears your plea to give you a break.

A phone call from Kaeya comes through.

“…Hey,” you answer.

“Hey, hun. You haven’t been replying to my messages,” there’s a lilt of playfulness in his voice. He just thinks you’ve fallen asleep or taken a nap at home or something.

“…Yeah, I—” You try to explain. You try to say that you weren’t feeling well. That you didn’t feel like talking. But would he understand? Everyone today seemed to be against you. “I just, fell asleep,” You lie and there’s a few seconds of silence on the other side.

“…You sure?” Now there’s a hint of unease in his voice. The playfulness is gone. “You ok? Do you want me to come over?” Somehow he senses that it isn’t just “falling asleep”. His simple worry and caring attitude towards you breaks whatever composure you had left. You accidentally let out a sniffle as tears start to pool in your eyes.

“Hey… You don’t have to talk to me, but I’ll come over right now, okay?” The sniffle was enough to tell him that perhaps something had went wrong. You couldn’t help but let out a few more sniffles as tears slowly trickles down your face.

“O-okay,”

Minutes later your blue-haired boyfriend shows up at your doorstep. Despite your mom being a little hard on you earlier, when she opens the door to see him, she smiles and says. “I think they were having a bad day, I might have been a little harsh on them too,” Kaeya only grins and points a thumb to his chest. “No problem, that’s what I’m here for,” He’s still wearing his volleyball jersey.

He knocks softly on the door, “Y/N?” there’s a plastic bag in his other hand.

When you open the door your eyes were already a little red around the edges, but seeing him made your lips tremble and fresh tears fall out. “Shh… You’re okay.” He wraps you in his arms, plastic bag rustling, his hand smooths your hair down and the other rubs your back as you cry out your frustrations for the day.

The two of you stay there for what seems like a long time. You hiccupping into his chest and trying to calm down. At some point he moves the both of you on the bed and lets you curl up against him. When you finally ease up, he pulls away slightly to look at your face, then brushes away the wetness still lingering on your cheeks. “Feel better?” He whispers, as if being too loud will break you again.

You smile a little and nod at how gentle he was being. He smiles back and leans in to press a kiss on your forehead. “You’re doing great, Y/N. Whatever it is, just talk to me when you’re ready,” and it hits you so hard how much he’s willing to just be there with you, even though he doesn’t know what’s happening. How he wasn’t going to judge you for what you say or what you do and your face crumples and grimaces into a face that tells him you’re trying not to cry. “D-Did I say something wrong?” He’s a little startled, but you laugh a little through small droplets of tears that you wipe away by yourself. “No, you idiot. I’m just happy you’re here,”

He sighs and relaxes, taking his own hand and pinching your cheek, pulling at it a little. “Who’s the idiot? Crying and laughing at the same time?” He was joking, of course. He’d only do so when he knew you could take it. You swat his hand away with a slight glare, and he knows that he’s got a little bit of the normal you back. “Alright, come on, here,” He suddenly sits up and presents the plastic bag that he’s been holding all that time.

“Ice-cream, your favourite flavour,” rummages into it and takes out a tub the size of two fists, a little damp from the melted moisture. He’s got spoons in there too. Slowly, as you eat the tub together, you tell him about what’s been going on in uni. How people just expected you to help when you could. How you got nothing in return. How you try really hard and they somehow still end up piling on negativity into your life.

“…It’s okay to help, Y/N,” he thoughtfully says, mouth muffled cause his spoon was still in his mouth. “But don’t forget to take care of yourself too,” then he scoops another bite. “…But even if you don’t…it’s okay,” he looks up at the ceiling. “If you don’t take care of yourself…Then I’ll do it. That’ll be my job. Forever,”

You lay your head on his shoulder as he says this, still eating from your spoon “I love you,”. He smiles and presses a soft kiss atop your head. “Love you too. I’m always just a phone call away, babe,”

Zhongli

“Is there something on your mind? You’ve been quiet for the past hour,” Nothing slips by Zhongli. He’s observant. He knows you don’t feel like eating by the way you’re picking at your food. Knows that you don’t want to talk because you don’t even meet his eyes.

“…Nothing, really,” You just didn’t have the energy to talk about it.

He feels as if this date has gone awry, and he didn’t even know where he went wrong. Though, if he had to guess, it wasn’t his fault. You were just in a particularly bad mood. Not that the two of you were anywhere fancy, it was just your usual sit-down restaurant at a mall across the university.

To him, the right thing to do was give you the space you needed. So, after walking you to your room that night, he’d wait till the morning to contact you. Imagine his surprise when none of his calls go through. None of his texts were returned. He was beside himself with worry when suddenly, near the afternoon, he finally gets word from you.

“Sorry Li, I feel a little sick today. Don’t worry though, I’ll be fine in no time,”

You’re bad at lying. Or was he just good at reading you? You tend to have the habit of withdrawing when you’re out of energy. To give too much without any regards to your own state, your own feelings. Sometimes you don’t realize that you had to watch over yourself too.

It’s nearly 8 at night when he knocks at your dorm room. Zhongli went through a few steps to make sure your roommate would be out tonight. It was from them that he found out you hadn’t left the room at all today, but that you weren’t sick.

“Oh… Zhongli,” You’re surprised at the amount of things he’s holding. There’s a plastic bag that seems to nearly be popping and in his other hand was a mysterious paper bag. Under his arm he’s tucked his laptop with him. He lived in the dorms too, and if someone saw him now, it would look as if he was moving into your room. “You could’ve just asked me to come over to yours,” his eyes trail away, a certain brown-headed roommate pops up in his mind.

“No, Tartaglia’s in tonight,” You make a sound of understanding. His roommate was rather…special. Too energetic for your tastes, and sometimes nosy. “What do you have there?” You ask and invite him in. He chucks the plastic bag on your bed, lays down the laptop on your table along with the mystery paper bag. He notes that you’re already in your sleepwear, which was perfect. He starts to take out a throw blanket from the plastic bag and a hoodie.

“…This..is?” You’re a little baffled by what he’s trying to convey. “…My throw blanket that you like so much…and you said you like wearing my hoodie,” then he points at the laptop. “Do you want to watch a movie in bed? I have popcorn too,”

Then you realize that he’s trying to make you feel better. He’s figured out that you weren’t really sick, possibly just mentally drained. You smile at him and lean in for a hug, to which he responds to by wrapping his arms around your back and whispering. “…I’m not…really good at these things… Tartaglia said it might make you feel better…” You chuckle in his embrace and could imagine the kind of conversation they had.

“You’re the best Zhongli,” he secretly smiles while rubbing your back up and down. He doesn’t ask questions as to why you’ve been acting the way you do, but you’re the one who offers him the answer. “It’s just school… Too many things have been piling up… My class they… They’re really nice people you know? But just… there are times where I wish they would stop asking me for help, but it feels so selfish of me… I have my own things too, but they never think about that…”

It’s always about them, you want to say, but keep your mouth shut. He runs his hand through your hair gently, internalizing the things that you’ve said. “…I see… Would you like to hear what I think?” He’d ask first, because he knew sometimes that you didn’t really want an answer. You just wanted to be listened to. You nod against his chest, you could feel his heart beating from the closeness. “I think, you’re a very selfless person, Y/N,” he places a kiss on your head. “There’s nothing wrong in wanting to take a break from time to time, you deserve it,” and he guides you over to your bed, wrapping the two of you up in his throw blanket. Laptop on, popcorn in the mystery paper bag as you put his hoodie on. It smells just like him.

His back leans against the wall and you’re in the safety of his arms. You’re practically in his lap, encased in his scent and warmth. He’d managed to prop his laptop up on a pile of books and the two of you watch a random movie on the screen. You were paying attention to it, but you couldn’t help but be more interested in the way his chest rises and falls. You can feel him against you, and the comfort it brings is like no other.

You turn away from the screen and rest your head at the nape of his neck. He looks down, movie still playing and asks “Tired?” You shake your head, eyes closed. “No, I’m just enjoying this…” There’s a small rumble from his chest as he lets out a small “Mm,” his eyes are glued to your face. Movie forgotten.

“…Y/N, I’ll always… be next to you,” Your eyes flutter open a little to look up at him, curious. “…Always?” He nods his head firmly to confirm, and you lean up a little to press a sweet and quick kiss on his lips. “Even when I’m not my best and I’m moody?” He chuckles at that and responds with a remark that might have slightly brought tears to your eyes.

“Especially when you’re not at your best, I’ll be there. Just call,”

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Ensemble - Chapter Two: The Girl and The Gift

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: Your Arthur Leclercs best friend. So why, after a random night in London, are you falling for his brother?

Chapter One: The Start

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and sex.

Word Count: 5.8k

Note: This chapter begins in London and is marked where it switches to Mykonos. There are then some flashbacks mixed in so just watch out for those. Let me know your thoughts, enjoy!

*****

Chapter Two: The Girl and The Gift

Not long after Pierre had joined your table, Charles emerged from the toilets. Pierre had waved his hands to inform him of his updated location as he sat in the empty seat, unknowingly signing himself up for a night full of girly gossip and drama. The evening was spent reminiscing on childhood memories and sharing stories. It wasn't until Nat checked her phone that you realised how late it was getting.

"We better get going," She announced as she checked her phone. "The last train is in half an hour." You lived just outside of London which meant that most nights out were cut short by trains unless you had booked a hotel. You hummed in agreement as you finished your drink watching as Pierre began to whisper in Lucy's ear. They'd been flirting all night so her next sentence didn't come as much of a surprise.

"I'm going to chill with Pierre for a bit, I'll find my own way home tomorrow" The rest of the girls saw it coming too.

"Are you sure?" Katie asked. "I don't want you ending up in London on your own with no way home." She had a point. London could be quite daunting when it was late and dark, especially if you weren't a local.

"Well why don't you stay too?" Charles nodded his head towards you as he spoke. "That way you could leave together." Not one part of you questioned Charles' intentions as he spoke. He remained the responsible 'Arthur's older brother' that was being sensible and mature, making sure that everyone got home safely.

"If that's alright with you?" Your question was answered with a nod of his head. You all began to grab your things and headed outside, saying your goodbyes, telling them to text you when they were home safe as they encouraged you to do the same. By the time they'd headed for the station, Pierre and Lucy were already nowhere to be seen.

"I'm not sure about you but I'm in no rush to go back to the apartment just yet!" You spoke to Charles as you looked at the night sky above you.

"Where do you want to go in the meantime?"

“Have you ever explored London before?" You answered his question with one of your own. He shook his head. "So you haven't seen all beautiful sites it has to offer." The sarcasm was evident in your voice as you pointed down the alley way you were walking past full of black bins and plastic bags full of rubbish.

"I've only ever been here to celebrate races and I can't say I've seen much other than the inside of some bars and restaurants.”

"Well you're in for a long night Leclerc." Two hours ago Charles wanted nothing more than for him and Pierre to go back to the apartment. The lack of alcohol he'd consumed throughout the night was only adding to the tiredness he'd accumulated over the race weekend. However as you dragged him through the streets of London he realised there was no place he'd rather be.

You'd ridden Boris bikes alongside the River Thames, shown him your favourite restaurant in Covent Garden and taken him through Piccadilly Circus all the way to Oxford Street where closed shops lined the dark streets, pointing out your favourite ones as you cycled past. He never did things like this. As a F1 driver it was difficult for him to go almost anywhere without going unnoticed but tonight not one person had recognised him because for the night he was just a normal person with another normal person having a good time. 

After abandoning the Boris bikes at the nearest drop off point you both headed towards the apartment. It belonged to Charles' mother and was often used by you and Arthur whenever he'd come to visit and couldn't stay with you.

"You seem happier than when I last saw you." His comment made you smile. It was all he could think about as you wondered through the dark streets. The last time you'd seen him you'd just broken up with your ex. Your relationship had been on and off for years but you'd finally called it quits for good. It didn't take a genius to see the relationship was making you unhappy, the anxiety, tears and sleepless nights were picked up on by everyone albeit your efforts to hide it. Arthur was the only person who truly knew what was going on and it hurt him to see his best friend in so much pain when she thought she was in love.

"Thank you, I'm in a much better place now. I've had time to focus on myself." You'd completely lost yourself throughout the time you were together, focusing so much on what he'd wanted and expected rather than what made you happy. The situation had increased your maturity and for that reason you were grateful your first heartbreak had come at such a young age. You'd correctly assumed that Arthur had made Charles aware of your sensitiveness to the situation to some extent as he made no further comments. 

He had approached Arthur with concern after your last meeting. Despite a fun grand prix weekend you'd been blinking back tears and spent most of the time with a blank expression on your face. He hated it. He could see you trying to compose yourself, when he came to thank you for coming you'd done your best to smile, your voice was laced with excitement, but your eyes were empty, drained of emotion. He was grateful to see it had made its way back.

"Did you know I've never been to Harrods?" His random fact was a relief as he quickly changed the subject, allowing your mind to be brought back to the present rather than the dark times from the past.

"Even I've been to Harrods Charles. We should go tomorrow, you'd have a field day in the clothes section." As a part time student most of your spare money went into savings, a fund you'd created for your planned travels when you were done with your studies. It wasn't very often that you brought yourself nice things so despite your multiple trips to Harrods, you'd never actually purchased anything. You could see him deliberating your suggestion in his head. 

"You can wear sunglasses and a hat with your mask, just don't wear a bright red Ferrari top and I'm sure we'll be able to keep ourselves to ourselves."

"Don't you have work tomorrow?" His question brought you back to reality slightly.

"I'll call in sick?" you offered. It suddenly occurred to you that this was the longest time you and Charles had ever been alone together and the idea of leaving wasn't something that you wanted to think about just yet. 

Charles opened the apartment door with caution, neither of you wanted to interrupt your friend’s spontaneous night, nor hear any of the antics they were getting up to. You frowned at each other as you stepped into the entrance corridor. There were no faint voices, no mumbling or laughs, just the hum of the city that echoed through the slightly open window.

“Maybe they didn’t come back here,” your judgement became increasingly more likely as you followed Charles towards the kitchen and stood around the island.

“I’ll send him a text.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped away before placing it on the marble countertop. It lit up with Pierre's reply not long after he'd set it down. “They went to some hotel, apparently he’s dropping her home in a second.”

“He’s not the type to bring girls back to his home turf then,” you took the bag off your shoulder and placed in on the counter, grabbing a hair tie from inside and gathering your locks into a low ponytail. “Smart move.” Charles shrugged his shoulders at your observation.

He’d never really thought about it before, but he was the same. The few casual hook ups that he’d had over the years had never been in places he spent a lot of time like his house in Monaco, or his favourite holiday home in Mykonos, and never this apartment. Sure, he’d slept with people in those cities, but never in his space. You were right though; it was easier to forget about the crime if you never returned to the scene.

"Do you have anything I can change into?" 

“There’s a top on the end of my bed.” You thanked him as you made your way towards his room. “I’ll grab some of my things so I can crash on the sofa once you’ve changed.” You stopped in your tracks, turning to face him as you stood in the doorway.

“I’m not kicking an f1 driver out of their own bed Charles, especially not post race weekend.” You crossed your arms as you lent against the door frame. “I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the sofa.” He argued.

“It’s one night Charles, I really don’t mind.”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the sofa.” He repeated.

“Well then it looks like we’re sharing the bed.” Your words not only surprised you, but also Charles. Neither of you were sure where this increased confidence had come from, but you didn’t want it to become awkward, so you tried to justify your statement. “Me and Arthur used to share a bed all the time!”

The look on his face as your eyes met with his across the room was one you’d so desperately been seeking without realising it. His head cocked, eyebrows raised and small smirk tugging its way onto his lips provided reassurance, giving you the confidence to confirm that this relationship was very different to your one with Arthur. You already knew it, you had felt it every time you’d looked at him since you were about 16, but this was the first time you could say with certainty that it was reciprocated.

Charles was dying to climb into bed with you. To wrap his arms around you and stay like it all night. He didn’t care about the fact that your hair would be in his face or that his arm would most likely be dead within the first half an hour. He just wanted you there with him, so he could learn things about you that he didn’t already know and fall asleep with the scent of your faded perfume beneath his nose. He suggested that he’d sleep on the sofa because he knew that wasn’t what you were implying. 

“I’ll stay on my side,” you offered. “Promise.”

That’s what he was afraid of. Charles was a respectful man, he wouldn’t cross boundaries without permission, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could go without your touch. The thought of your body lying so tantalisingly close to his while dressed in nothing but your underwear and one of his shirts was driving him crazy.

“I’m a very good sleeper, you won’t even know I’m there.”

You couldn’t stop listing reasons for Charles to join you. He wished you would stop; his head was already full of so many.

“Well go and get comfy and I’ll join you in a minute,” In that moment he made the decision to give in knowing that if this was the only chance he got to lay in bed with you he'd take the opportunity, whether your bodies were intertwined or not. “Do you need a drink or anything?”

“A water would be great!” You smiled as you turned around and headed to the bedroom. Charles spent the next few minutes alone in the kitchen trying to convince himself that this was a bad idea. That it was wrong. You were his brother’s best friend and he shouldn't be this nervous or excited to lay next to you, but no matter how hard he tried to dislike the situation he couldn’t because it just felt right.

By the time he joined you in bed you’d already made yourself incredibly comfortable. He chuckled at the site of you tangled in the duvet before climbing in next to you. You laid facing each other and remained that way as you chatted about memories from the past. Childhood holidays and his earliest racing days to you latest life plans and hopes for the future. That's how you drifted to sleep, listening to his voice was more comforting than you'd like to admit. When you awoke in the morning you were unsure what terrified you more, the feeling of one of you completely reducing the few centimetres of space left between you or never knowing what Charles’ touch felt like.

*****

Maybe that’s why you were so unimpressed when Charles and Pierre joined the several of you seated around the long table on the patio with two unknown girls. The number of cocktails you’d consumed weren’t providing you with a great amount of rationality but then again it was difficult to justify being annoyed when you had no reason to be in the soberest of situations. The only person to blame was yourself, you’d had the chance to experience a night with Charles and a combination of your stubbornness, maturity and (let’s face it) fear of what could happen had meant that you’d missed out.

It was only as she threw her head back at one of his comments that it hit you, you were jealous. It was a feeling you hadn’t felt in years. Ever since your last relationship you had lacked almost every kind of emotion. You’d dated people since but that connection was never really there which is why you were full of confusion at the situation presenting itself to you. The feelings felt foreign to your body and you weren’t sure how to deal with them, so you did the one think that you were too young to do back then. Get drunk and try to forget about them for a night.

"Are you listening? Drink up, we're leaving in a second!" Arthurs voice provided a distraction from your thoughts whilst encouraging them. You tilted your head back as you finished the remainder of your champagne, your arm was already reaching out for the nearest bottle to see if you could sneak in a quick refill. You didn’t even like champagne but after having run out of cocktails about an hour ago you didn’t really have much choice. In any other situation you would’ve declined and waited until you were at the club but you weren’t really in the mood to sober up right now. You got up to follow everyone to the taxis, deciding that the bottle had too much in to be left at the table to waste, but not enough in that you couldn't finish it before you reached you destination. Putting the bottle to your lips this time, you took another gulp.

He noticed. He noticed the vast amount of alcohol you had consumed thus far. The unbothered façade you'd displayed during dinner was picked up by him the second he’d glanced in your direction. Your eyes often met his across rooms, at events, in the paddock, even at family dinners and it was always followed by a shared smile, but tonight you hadn't even looked at him and he couldn't stand it. Although he couldn’t be certain, he had a good idea what the cause was. Guilt was slowly consuming his thoughts. He shouldn’t have felt guilty, there was no real reason to, yet he did.

He knew if he had come alone you would've had a couple of drinks with dinner, just enough to prepare yourself for the club afterwards, allowing the sweaty people and sticky floor to become slightly bearable. He also knew that you weren't a huge drinker and that the lack of food you had consumed at dinner would only worsen the matter which was evident as he watched you fall into a taxi with Arthur and Carla as he climbed into a separate one with Pierre and, what they appeared to be to everyone else, their ‘dates’.

The club was busy, everyone excited to be back on the dance floor after its absence over the past year or two. Although it would've been nice to spend some more time with him, you were thankful that the crowds had engulfed you so you'd lose sight of Charles and her. You'd found your way to the middle of the dance floor and you remained there for hours losing track of time and somehow your friends too.

Unbeknown to you, Charles had lost his 'date' at the first chance he had. He'd met her on a boat during the day with Pierre and when his best friend had invited her best friend for dinner he felt bad for not doing the same. He was sitting at the bar with Pierre who'd picked up on the amount of attention he was paying you as you danced along with random strangers. The Frenchman questioned what he was doing when he noticed Charles tighten his jaw. Charles nodded his head in your direction and the pair watched as a man approached you.

The guy in front of you was only offering to buy you a drink but you knew you were way over your limit. You'd politely declined, naively assuming that he'd disappear back into the sea of faces but that wasn't the case. Your refusal  clearly not accepted as he insisted. grabbing onto your arm in an attempt to pull you in the direction of the bar. Yanking your arm out of his grip you instantly managed to sober up as you came to the realisation you were going to have to fight this battle alone.

Charles knew you were a big girl, that you could handle yourself in almost any situation thrown your way, but as the guy reached out to touch you he could've sworn he moved quicker than his Ferrari. His presence shocked you as you flinched slightly at the unfamiliar grip on your waist.

"It's just me ma belle." Charles whispered calmly into your ear, placing a feather light kiss onto your cheek. Relief instantly washed over your body. You wished you could focus on the conversation that Charles was now having with the strange man in front of you but you couldn't. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of your skin heating beneath Charles' fingertips and the tingling sensation that lingered where he'd planted the kiss. He'd never touched you before, the brief hugs being the most contact you'd ever shared, and now he was standing in a club with his hand around your waist as he fended off a random guy who'd taken an interest in you. "I think we should head home." When Charles spoke it felt as though each word was coated in sex as it left his lips. He hadn't meant it in a sexy way, you knew that. He wanted to take you home so you were safe. However his intense grip on your waist and his stubble lightly grazing your cheek when he leaned in to speak to you was putting thoughts into your mind that you knew shouldn't be there.

You looked up at him, your eyes locking for the first time that night. Your eyes always showed a lot of emotion. Your body language was often hard to read but you always made eye contact when you spoke. He frequently used it to determine what mood you were in but this time he was met with one he'd never seen before. Despite them having a drunken glaze, your dilated pupils held a look of lust. He could've sworn you were mentally undressing him. You weren't. Instead you were thinking of how much you wanted him to undress you.

"I think that's a good idea." He could hear the smirk in your voice over the sound of the music as you let your lips gently brush his ear lobe while you spoke. He shut his eyes tightly and took a deep breath in an attempt to pull himself together. You were disappointed when his hand left your side but satisfied when it quickly intertwined itself with yours. His skin was softer than you were expecting, the rough patches slowly disappearing over the summer break. Your hands remained that way as you walked through the streets of Mykonos. Neither of you spoke, you just remained in a comfortable silence. As the villa came into view Charles was basically marching down the street, his strides increasing as your little legs tried to keep up. He dropped your hand when he reached the door, searching his pockets for the key to unlock it.

The villa was colder than you were expecting, a shiver ran down your spine as the air con hit you. You headed towards the kitchen and grabbed your sweater off one of the bar stools, sliding it on over your outfit.

“So you’d let Carla drive your car huh?” his face instantly broke out in a smile as you relieved some of the tension between you both. “You know that’s not true.” Charles followed you to the kitchen and watched as you perched yourself on the edge of the counter. He poured a glass of water and took a sip before handing it to you which you gratefully accepted.

“You’d let your date drive it instead?” He rolled his eyes as he chuckled at your sarcasm, hoping that you’d forgotten about the girl he’d sat next to during dinner as quickly as he had. “How many girls get a turn before me?” Although he didn't let it show, your question had offended him slightly. Despite his popularity with women he was never one to disrespect them, especially not you. He took a step closer to you, standing directly in front of your legs that were pressed firmly together.

“You’re the only one I want to see in that seat mon Cherie,” That was one nickname that he’d never called you, yet it rolled off his tongue so effortlessly. He leaned against your legs and you slowly parted them so he could stand in between, closing the distance between you both. “I’d let you drive it again in a heartbeat.” Your eyes were fluttering between his eyes and lips, your stare only breaking when he leaned in to speak in your ear just like he’d done in the club. He placed a kiss on your cheekbone and slowly worked his way up to your ear.

“You looked very sexy behind the wheel of my car.” You locked your hands with his while he continued to speak, closing your eyes in a desperate attempt to try and calm your heart rate down. You wanted to say something back, engage more in the conversation, but for the first time in a long time you were at a loss for words. You loved driving, you'd often join the boys go karting growing up and learned to drive as soon as you could, so when Charles asked if you wanted to drive his Ferrari back to your home after your Harrods shopping trip you were more than excited. It was a nice change from the train ride you were expecting.

He'd watched your eyes light up when you realised he was being serious. It was the closest you'd ever been to driving something even remotely similar to an f1 car despite it being different in so many ways. Your smile was infectious as you put your foot down on the motorway, leaving London behind. You'd never even driven an automatic car so this was a completely new experience. He'd taught you how to use the paddles to manually change gears if you wanted to and how to shift through its different modes as you drove around. The only disappointing part of the journey was reaching your destination, your trip home considerably quicker than you would've wanted. After spending the whole time focused on going fast and not crashing, you'd selfishly not noticed how Charles was feeling throughout the drive.

He'd been trying to keep his eyes trained on the road in front of him but couldn't help steal a glance in your direction every now and then. He was always surrounded by fast cars, something he realised after seeing you sat in his driving seat he'd begun to take for granted. He felt overwhelmed with pride, he was the one who was making you this happy. He felt privileged seeing you this free as your hair flew around in the wind while you rested a hand out the side of the car, trying to resist the force of the air pushing it back. It was his turn to be selfish as he realised that he always wanted to keep that moment for himself. He didn't want anyone else to make you feel like this, give you this experience. He wanted to be the one to make you smile.

“Don’t go quiet now mon Cherie.” That nickname. Again. “I think we still need to discuss what happened in the shower.” You instantly snapped back into reality at the mention of the shower. His hand fell from yours and toyed with the bracelet on your wrist. The one that you nervously played with in situations like these. The one that he’d gifted you last year. The one with his name etched into it.

The morning that you'd woke up in Charles' bed you were alone. An empty bed was something you'd become accustomed to over the past couple of years but in this instance it made you awaken quicker. The note left on his pillow stopped you from worrying, he was out on a run.

You respected his commitment to his career and took the opportunity to go for a shower. The warm water felt refreshing against your skin, goose bumps slowly appearing across your skin at the sudden change in temperature. Rubbing Charles shower gel into your skin you closed eyes and lent your head against the tiled shower wall. It wasn't clear at what point you'd become so aroused, but  the steam from the shower and the smell of Charles covering you definitely had something to do with it. You allowed your hands to roam your body, his name unexpectedly falling from your mouth as you brushed past your breasts. The careless use of his name had caused your eyes to widen and your hand to clamp over your mouth. It had left you lips so naturally but felt inappropriate to say aloud.

It wasn't until a few days later that you realised he'd heard. He almost hadn’t. If he’d unlocked the apartment a mere three seconds later your words wouldn’t have reached his ears. His run had been sweaty and he was still out of breath but his panting soon stopped. His eyes widened as he heard his name leave your lips and he froze. He didn’t want to announce his presence, he knew he wasn’t supposed to hear it and didn’t want you to feel embarrassed that he had. He didn’t know what to do. He felt as though he was invading your privacy but knew that if he shut the door you’d hear it close and know he was there. So instead he stuck his foot between the door and the doorframe to keep it slightly open as he waited for the sound of the shower to finish running. He tried to focus on something else, anything else, but he failed. All he could think about was you, in his shower, without him and how badly he wanted to join you, just so he could make his name fall from your mouth the way it just did over and over again.

You thought you'd gotten away with it. He'd entered the apartment just as you were stepping out the bathroom and he'd acted as cool as ever. The weekend was slowly becoming a distant memory that you were trying hard not to dwell on, hating that you were missing his presence so much already. It wasn't until you were at work the following week that it became apparent your secret crush was no longer a secret. You were in the office early, earlier than everyone else. That wasn’t unusual, you liked to be in early as it often meant you could leave earlier too. What was unusual was the box placed neatly on your desk.

Although the small parcel was addressed to you, you opened it with hesitation. A small gasp left your lips as your unwrapping revealed a red box, the golden engraving of the word ‘Cartier’ on top. Confused, you gently opened to box revealing a bracelet.

You placed it on your desk as you searched for a note. Despite it being awfully obvious who it was from, you wanted some kind of confirmation or, better yet, a reason as to why someone had put this into your possession. You'd spotted it in Harrods with Charles. You hadn't mentioned it, just spent a few minutes mindlessly staring at its beauty. There was no point even considering buying it for yourself, the price tag was close to your yearly salary. Eventually you found the note. 

'I've heard you like to moan it'

You picked up the bracelet once more, analysing it as you did so. It was so discreet, discreet enough that if the note wasn’t a big enough hint you might never have realised. His name. Etched into the inside of the band in the same font as the word ‘Cartier'. Any other name and he wouldn’t have been able to get away with it. No one had picked up on its personalisation in the past year. It had remained your little secret.

You gulped loudly, unsure of what to say next. The dull lighting hid your cheeks as they flushed red with embarrassment, just like they'd done when you'd read his note. Luckily it was situations like these you considered your stubbornness a strength. "All I could thing about was how much I wanted you to touch me Charles." With your lips dangerously close to Charles' ear you'd somehow managed to complete your sentence with confidence. The conviction in your voice had satisfied Charles although it was obvious that he hadn't expected it as he pulled his head back slightly to look you in the eyes. It was the first time you'd seen them so dark out of his crash helmet. They didn't have the same teasing smile paired with them as they did only a few moments ago. For a brief moment your heart dropped. What if he was just teasing you and you'd taken it too far? 

"Say something." Your voice was barely audible despite the eerie silence that had settled in the kitchen as Charles picked up on your nervousness. His expression softened but he remained silent, placing his forehead against yours and gently brushing your noses. You both very quickly realised there was no longer the need for words. The last thing either of you wanted to do right now was have a conversation about what was going on because quite honestly neither of you were sure. All you knew was that as soon as the space between your lips closed, there was no going back. You were craving each other's touch and it was as though the kiss you were yet to share would be the seal of approval you both needed to explore each other in a way you hadn't before.

You'd had enough of the teasing, enough of the wondering and what ifs, enough of wasting time without knowing how his lips felt against yours. You moved your head up slightly brushing your lips with his before releasing one of your hands from his grasp and placing it on the back of his head, pulling it down slightly. As soon as your lips pressed against his you became overwhelmed with emotions. You relaxed into it, it felt so right. His hands began to explore your body, one placed on your thigh and the other tracing lines up and down your back, sitting on the counter top had worked in your favour as you wrapped your legs around his waist. It wasn't long before his tongue found yours as you let your hands snake beneath his shirt feeling his back and arms tense beneath you as he lifted you up from the side and placed you on the dining table which was at a slighter lower level. 

His mouth left yours and you let out a small groan of frustration, he smiled at the sound as you realised he was only doing it to strip you of the sweater you'd not long ago put on, allowing him to rid you of it, not caring how cold it was anymore. In between the kisses he was placing down your neck you pulled his top over his head. Your eyes were trained to his shoulders as you admired him, only shutting when he re-joined your lips. 

The sound of a key turning the lock at the front door caught Charles' attention. There was a high chance he'd consumed less alcohol than you tonight which is why he giggled slightly when you chose to ignore the sound and bring him back in for another kiss. 

“WE’RE HOME” Arthur voice echoed round the villa. The sound of his brothers voice was enough for you to release him from your grip.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh, it’s 3am people will be sleeping.” Carla tried to whisper but the tiled walls carried the sound throughout the villa. You didn’t know if anyone else was home, you hadn’t checked and to be honest you hadn’t even thought about it. The only thing on your mind was Charles.

“Y/N and I are in the kitchen,” Charles called back. His eyes never left yours as he grabbed his shirt you'd thrown across the kitchen and redressed himself, not until Arthur stumbled through the door way knocking into chairs and making them squeal as the legs glided across the floor. You both watched as he regained balance and muttered a drunken apology before sitting himself on the floor.

"Good night Arthur?" you laughed slightly at the sight of him on the floor, he'd never been the most elegant drunk but at least he was entertaining.

"Great night." He confirmed as he laid himself down, a laugh leaving Carla's lips as she stared at the state of him. If someone had spoken to you a couple of hours ago you would've probably had a different opinion but as it turned out, you were starting to agree with him.

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Dad!Sukuna x f!reader

So this is basically a comfort fic, featuring dad! Sukuna because the brainrot was too much. Ok so, the reader and Sukuna have a son together, yes their son is Yuuji, I know this is usually the single father Sukuna trope, but I wanted to give it a go, feedback is always appreciated. Thanks for brainrotting with me @likeab-o-s-s cause this is the reason this exists. That's all from me enjoy reading.

Warnings: none really, just family, heartwarming fluff.

The air was crisp and fresh, unusually refreshing for the beginning of summer. Parents were already gathered outside the daycare, Yuuji, y/n's and Sukuna's son attended, patiently waiting for their kids to run in their arms again.

Sukuna arrived a couple of minutes before the final bell on his motorcycle, he took off his helmet, leaned back on his bike and waited for the familiar little pink head of hair to come wobling to him.

The three mothers next to him, scooted a bit closer to him to get a better look nothing he's unfamiliar with and no one can blame them, Sukuna is a sight for sore eyes. Leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up, extenuating his board shoulders, exposing his tattoo covered skin, v neck white t shirt, allowing his toned chest and even more of his tattoos to show and a simple black pair of pants hugging his muscular thighs in the best of ways.

In the past some of the bolder ones had mustered the courage and asked him if he was a single father since they had never seen his son's mother, but with a laugh Sukuna brushed them off telling them how his lovely wife was a working parent and her schedule just didn't match the daycares. Maybe the very unconventional wedding rings they got weren't the best idea in this situation, even though they were extremely beautiful and unique.

"I really admire the work you put in the little guy" Sukuna's gaze met a woman who attempted to strike a conversation, oblivious to what she had meant by her statement he replied, maybe these three minutes would pass faster talking about normal things and not stressing about work.

"Don't we all put work on our kids?" He spoke calmly with a slight smile that he always wore when talking about Yuuji.

"Yeah, we do, but it still must be hard I can't imagine what you're going through" Sukuna's mind went to the worst scenario. Was Yuuji a trouble maker at school? He is a very well behaved child, both him and y/n made sure to teach him proper manners and how to be polite, that couldn't be it right?

The bell rung, and kids made their way out of the daycare, Yuuji in the blink of an eye was hugging his father's leg, exited to see him after the hours he was gone. In a swift motion Sukuna put Yuuji's little backpack on his own back and scooped the boy up in his arm.

"Yuuji's a pretty good kid, hes never been difficult" Sukuna smilled again resuming in the short conversation with the woman next to him. "Single father's like you don't get the credit they deserve". She spoke again smiling sadly down to the little pink haired boy who seemed too fixated on the earrings his father was wearing.

Sukuna finally understanding what this whole thing was about, chuckled, this had happened before after all, he should've known.

"I'm not a single parent, speaking of that your mom said she has a big surprise for you after dinner" he said directing his attention to his son again, the woman next to him quickly fumbled an apology for missundertanding, to which Sukuna replied to with a simple 'dont worry about it'. He placed Yuuji on his bike, put on both his and his boys helmet and drove off.

Y/n was still stuck at work, thankfully her husband would cook dinner tonight cause overtime was killing both her and her mood, good thing she finally had a day off tomorrow.

Y/n checked her phone to see how close she was to going home only to find a text that Yuuji's teacher had send her that was obviously meant for her husband.

Hello Mr Itadori, this is Mrs Laura from the day care. I was wondering if you wanted to get launch with me after school tomorrow, you can bring little Yuuji too, I'm awaiting your response, have a nice night.

What the hell was that? Well y/n's number was in Yuuji's contact information, she chuckled at the words displayed on her screen but she couldn't really blame the teach, Sukuna was a walking temptation, she knew that first hand, hell she fell head over heels for the dangerous looking guy who hid a heart of gold under his hard exterior, but the teacher could at least check who the number belonged to.

Y/n run her last errands and made sure to pick up Yuuji's surprise before heading home, she even tipped Sukuna off so their son wouldn't know what hit him.

Y/n made her way inside the family house, tossing her keys somewhere on the living room couch.

Yuuji immediately after hearing her car in the driveway came rushing down the stairs, jumping around her like he always did when she came home.

"Mom, mom you're home." The happiness was evident in the boys face, his smile was wide when y/n dropped to his level to pick him up and spin him around

"Yes I am little devil, did you give your father hell like we agreed?" She spoke in the happiest of tones with Yuuji still in her arms. Another set of arms engulfed her frame making her halt on spinning the little boy.

"So you're telling him to be a little brat now huh?" Sukuna's breath tickled the side of her neck and ear as he rested his head on her shoulder and wrapped his strong arms around her waist. "Welcome home love" he spoke again giving her jaw a ghost of a kiss.

"Daddy is the food ready" Yuuji spoke from y/n's arms, Sukuna only laughed at his son's appetite, and directed both him and y/n to the kitchen where he had already set everything up.

"Mommy, what is a single dad?" Yuuji asked in the middle of dinner in typical fashion of his, any question he had from something he heard through the day would always come up during dinner.

"Well Yuuji, single fathers are the fathers who raise their kids alone." The young boy seemed to think about his mother's words before speaking again. "So its just a daddy ?" Yuuji asked again with his eyes growing a bit sadder, his mother nodded, and Yuuji's eyes started to water.

"Baby what's wrong?" y/n asked. "Hey buddy what's going on?" Sukuna was growing quite concerned too. Yuuji burst in tears leaving his seat, climbing up his dad and hugging him tightly. Sukuna was rubbing his back to comfort the young boy and y/n's hand was stroking the kids hair in an effort to calm him down. "B-but why did that lady c-call you that, is m-mommy l-leaving?" Everything seemed to click for Sukuna, y/n was still confused but in the calmest sweetest voice said "Yuuji, baby look at me, I'm not going anywhere ok?" And the boy left his father's arms and clung on to her like his life depended on it.

Sukuna cracked a few jokes and lightened Yuuji's mood so he could enjoy the rest of his dinner, which went pretty well, he was his smiling adorable self very soon after his parents reassured him that none of them were ever leaving his side and the boy was now drawing with crayons in the living room. He seemed to have completely forgotten about the surprise his father mentioned when he picked him up.

Y/n and Sukuna were doing the dishes in the kitchen, each one talking about their day, Sukuna explained the awkward conversation he had at the daycare that sparked Yuuji's sadness, y/n took a turn in talking about how her son's teacher, basically asked Sukuna out on a date but messed up and texted her. "How about you set up a date and you show up? I mean it's you she texted right?" Sukuna joked "Babe, that's cruel" y/n chuckled at her husband's mischievous nature.

"So you've got everything ready?" Sukuna asked. "yeah who'll bring him over?"

"You do it I'll keep Yuuji busy."

Sukuna joined Yuuji on the couch. "What are you drawing little brat?" Y/n heard him ask their boy in the usual sweet tone he had with him. She made her way down the basement, where she kept the surprise since she came home. Yuuji was going to love this, Sukuna was too, she knew she was already in love as well.

Y/n climbed the stairs quickly, and snuck up behind her son, who was occupied by his dad, she gently tapped the boys shoulder.

"A PUPPY" Yuuji announced exited making sure his voice was still soft not to scare the eager dog that his mom brought to his arms. Yuuji gently held the puppy that was licking his face as he was in a fit of laughter and excitement. Sukuna was as exited as his son and y/n had a huge smile on her face too. Their son had begged and begged for a dog ever since his best friend, Megumi got a black German shepherd puppy. Of course y/n and Sukuna wanted to comply to Yuuji's request right away, but they took time to teach little Yuuji everything there was about the responsibility of owning a dog. They took him to dog cafes and shelters, so he would be the perfect little dog owner, they taught him patience and responsibility beforehand. Sukuna visited the local shelter and decided with y/n on a white Shepard puppy that Yuuji always pointed out in your visits because 'he looks like Megumi's puppy they can be friends like we are' who can say no to that little adorable devil?

The puppy momentarily left Yuuji's arms to lick Sukuna's face. "Now we've got two little brats and a big one in our house." He laughed, enjoying the moment.

Y/n was admiring her son and husband as well as the newest member of the family with a smile plastered wide on her face, life was indeed beautiful.

The next day, both Sukuna and y/n were waiting for Yuuji to finish school, since y/n had the day off. Sukuna had his arm protectively around her because this time, others were staring at what was his, but he was proud to show her off to everyone, even in a place as mundane as his son's daycare.