#then i went to the store and was like 'oh.'

[wonuvs]

Hi<3 i saw you asking to send hard hours and I wanna see your thoughts on bestie!seokmin🤯

currently thinking about best friend! 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇 who offers to go with you to the mall when you say you need new swimsuits for your group's trip to the beach. he runs with you from store to store, always behind you, hands on your waist. he says it's because your summer dress is so short your cute panties are on display whenever you walk or bend down, but actually, he just wants to have an excuse for when he not so accidentally rubs his crotch on your backside as he makes way for people to walk past you. 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇 relishes in the way you gasp everytime, tightening your grip on whatever article of clothing you're holding as he pushes himself against you with a smirk you can't see (but a boner you can definitely feel but choose to ignore). he follows you around the store with the biggest smile, perfectly picturing you in all the swimsuits he sees, holding back moans when he sees you pick up the most scandalous ones, the mental image of your supple body dressed in that tiny, tiny fabric enough to send him spiralling. then, when you finally are set on what you'd like to buy, his favorite part comes: the try-ons. 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇 stands outside your changing room, the shuffling sounds of you taking off your clothes making him lightheaded, until you ask him to get inside and say what he thinks. your best friend almost falls to his knees when he sees you facing him, your (barely covered) tits in full display and the reflection of your (barely covered) ass in the mirror behind you. you do a cute little twirl for him and 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇 gulps, throat dry and hands itching, holding back reaching for you, mind set on how little fabric there's between that pair of baby blue swim thongs and your cunt—and oh, lucky for him, last time he went over to yours he snatched up your panties of the same color, and his cock is already twitching just thinking about them in his big hand covered in his sweet cum as soon as he gets home after this shopping spree. 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇 walks back out of the changing room before busting right then and there like a loser, insisting that you should absolutely buy the two piece (he's gonna buy it for you if you don't), but not before sneakily glancing at you sliding the bottoms down, revealing your cute pink panties to his eyes. he sighs, trying to cover his boner with his oversized shirt as he tries concocting a plant on how to get his hands on them, if not to take them home with him, at least for a sniff of your addicting scent.

[meazalykov]

the younger morgan

bayern munich frauen x lena oberdorf x USWNT!bayern!reader

part one / part two / part three / part four / part five / part six

I had just finished unpacking the last of my boxes, and my new apartment in munich felt like home. for once I can breathe and take into my new surroundings. my move to bayern wasn’t confirmed yet, but everyone knew that I wasn’t with san diego anymore due to the post I made to Instagram last night, with the permission of wave, bayern munich and my agent maggie.

(pretend this is you and you are in the photos below)

y/n.morgan

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y/n.morgan Dear San Diego Wave,

Thank you for one of the most special moments of my life. No amount of words can express the amount of love I have for you all. To my teammates, coaches, staff, and even to my sister thank you for your support during my first year of professional ball. All of the love on and off the pitch means more to me than you'll ever know. To the fans, thank you for your unrelenting support for SD Wave and never failing to make home games feel special. I am so grateful for the memories and friendships I've made here.

I have come to the part of my journey where I can say that I am proud of myself on and off of the pitch, and I am happy for what's yet to come. I cannot wait to see what this next chapter holds.

Go Wave! 🌊

-(initial)M17

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alexmorgan13 My favorite girl. I'm so proud. You should be excited for what's next. I love you 🩵

malpugh 🙌

wosofan78 OMG THE BAYERN RUMORS ARE TRUE??

naomi_girma you are so amazing ❤️

bayernfrauenluvr Welcome to Munich 🇩🇪

womenssportsgirl Stanway x Morgan linkup will be deadly omg

random563829 oh shitttt

chelsfemten I wish you went to Chelsea 😣

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as I sat on my ivory sectional sofa watching netflix, my phone vibrated on my coffee table twice. out of confusion, since I don’t have any plans for another few days, I reached my arm over to grab my phone. 

georgia S: each room will have two people since the whole squad is coming lolll everyone will figure out who their roommates are once we get there

georgia S: everyone else cannot wait to meet you! 

when I chose bayern munich as my next club, i reached out to my only friend who plays at the club. georgia stanway. we had connected through social media almost a year ago because we have a few mutuals in the football community. she was excited and offered to help me transition into the club comfortably. as a start, I suddenly found myself going on a trip with them to ibiza in three days.

georgia had mentioned the Ibiza trip the same afternoon i landed in germany. I met her in person for the first time at a cafe along with giulia gwinn.

they’re sweet girls and we clicked right away, spending the entire evening together just walking around the bavarian city. As we were in a clothing store looking around at random pieces, giulia mentioned how everyone thought the trip would be a fantastic way to welcome me and a few other new girls onto the team and bond as a team before the new season kicked off.

i’ve never been to Ibiza in my life. alex used to spend her early 20s partying there from what I remember as a child. if Ibiza was like anything I've seen from social media– with its sun-drenched beaches, and vibrant nightlife– it seemed like the perfect setting for new friends.

I could hardly wait to meet my new teammates in a more relaxed and fun environment. the pitch could be intense.

while I had yet to officially step onto the pitch with the girls, I felt a connection with georgia and giulia-- I hope the same goes with the other girls on the team.

i’ve already signed a four-year contract with Bayern, and did the media stuff– but the media crew told me that they wouldn’t announce it online until June 27th. it's 16 days until then so I might have to be lowkey with the Ibiza stuff. it depends on what Maggie might suggest.

Y/n M: That's fine! 

Y/n M: I cannot wait to meet the rest of the team too! I am so excited :D

as I responded back to georgia before putting my phone back onto the coffee table, I walked around my neatly arranged apartment.

in my head, i knew I had made the right decision. after leaving San Diego, i felt free.

I know the comparisons with my sister will never end but at least I can be my own person at a club where my sister (barely) has influence.

I walk into my bedroom and pull out my pink suitcase, the same suitcase I traveled with a week before moving here. i started to overpack my bags, as per usual, with bikinis, linen clothing, and gym clothes because I know I'll go on runs there.

we are staying on the party island for a full week so I am excited— and nervous.

will the girls like me? is bayern the experience i've been looking for?

the language barrier won't be a problem since Giulia told me that many of the girls speak fluent english, but I will make an effort to learn the german language throughout my four years here too.

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three days later– the car ride through the roads of ibiza was a relief after the plane ride that seemed to last forever. I sat in the back seat of the van with giulia, sydney, and sam, while georgia was up front, chatting loudly with klara. 

the mediterranean sun cast a warm glow over everything. its ten in the morning so nothing is going on so far. though, i could feel the excitement bubbling up inside me. it was hard to believe i was finally here, on this beautiful island, ready to bond with my new teammates in a new club!

"so, y/nnn," sydney turned around in her seat to look at me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity as i raised my eyebrows at her, "how has germany been to you so far?"

i thought for a moment, “honestly, its been good. i haven’t done much so far but i did see georgia and giulia on my first day in munich"

sydney nodded, her blonde hair catching the sunlight through her window seat. "thats fun! are you ready for the new season?"

all of the girls have been asking me questions since we took off on the plane to ibiza, i don’t mind it. i’ve been asking them questions as well. i’m new so they’re (rightfully) curious about me and my life. 

"yes i'm looking forward to it," i said, nodding my head as my mind was clouded with images of myself wearing the red kits. "i’ve heard so much great things about bayern– its going to be exciting to play here for the first time"

“however- i am looking forward to the olympics first.” i smirked at sydney who rolled her eyes playfully. 

germany and the united states will face each other in the group stage, which is something that was briefly mentioned on the plane. 

“same here.” sydney said as her left arm nudged my right. 

“when we crush you, we will be the first to comfort you– don’t worry.” klara laughed from the passenger seat. my jaw dropped playfully as i placed my hand on her shoulder, “you wish!” 

“game on, number 17!” klara laughs. 

giulia chimes in, ignoring the playful jokes between me and the other two germans in the car "y/n we’re excited to have you at bayern. ibiza will be so much fun i promise– we do these trips every summer. also, georgia's been telling us about how you two have been friends for a while now.” 

“we have!” i say as i look at georgia’s eyes through her rearview mirror. 

"we met through instagram, actually," the english girl explained, glancing back at me. 

sam laughed. "oh really?? i never knew that!” 

“yeah– you gotta love social media.” 

as we continued our drive, the conversation flowed easily. they asked about my sister, my favorite hobbies, and what I was looking forward to most in ibiza. it felt so natural, something i appreciated deep down. 

eventually, we pulled up to the airbnb, a stunning villa nestled among palm trees with a view of the sparkling sea in the back. 

my heart raced with excitement and a touch of nervousness as everyone got out of the van and grabbed their luggage from the trunk. the rest of the girls from bayern were already in the airbnb, lounging around the pool and enjoying the sunshine while they waited for us. 

as the five of us approached, the girls who had arrived earlier ran out of the front door to greet us. i hung back slightly as the other girls greeted their friends. my social anxiety has gotten better in the last few years, but meeting new people still made me shy.

a girl whos a bit shorter than me– saw me and with a warm smile, was the first to approach me. she hugged me and my arms wrapped around her body too. 

"heyyy, you must be y/n. i’m ines," she said, extending her hand. she had a french accent and a nice smile. "i’ve been waiting to meet you finally!"

"hiiii, it's great to meet you," i replied, pulling away from her body with a warm smile on my face.

the rest of the team came outside from the villa and followed suit. 

after everyone was inside of the villa, ii was starting to feel more at ease when I noticed a girl I hadn’t seen before. she was taller than me with nice brown hair– she had a striking aura to her and an air of confidence that drew me in.

she stood beside lea, who nodded her head towards me. 

"heyyy," she said, her voice smooth and inviting. she walked closer to me as i sat my luggage beside the couch. i’ll take it upstairs later.  "i don't think we've met yet. i am lena."

"hi," i replied, feeling a slight blush rise to my cheeks. "i'm y/n.” 

lena nodded, a playful smile on her lips as she noticed my stiff look. "you don’t have to be shy with me, i just transferred from another club too."

we stood there, the world around us fading slightly as i looked her up and down quickly. she wore black shorts and a lavender colored t-shirt. god– her presence was magnetic, and I found myself genuinely attracted to her.

"looks like we'll have to stick together then," i said, trying to sound casual as i held my hands to the front of my body.

"for sure," lena replied, her eyes brightened.

our interaction was interrupted by the rest of the team, who had clearly noticed our little exchange. anybody around the both of you could see the chemistry. there were knowing smiles that the girls gave each other, which i pretended to ignore as georgia walked to me.

"alright, lovebirds, let’s get you settled in," georgia teased, pulling me away gently as i grabbed my luggage from the side of the couch. "y/n and I are sharing a room upstairs."

as you walked away– lena checked you out. you wore a black tube top along with 501 levi shorts.

lea noticed lena’s looks, and nudged her shoulder playfully. 

“you like her?” lea smirked. 

“she's so beautiful– are they together?” lena knitted her eyebrows together as she saw you walk up the stairs, blushing at something while georgia laughed. 

“no they aren’t. they’ve been friends for a while and she’s single. you should try to get to know her!” sydney chimed into the conversation, seeing lena smile at the confirmation of you being single. 

as i walked into georgia and i’s shared bedroom– my eyes widened. there were two queen sized beds. there are two sets of doors as well. i walked towards the white one which opened to a white spacious bathroom. the other doors had glass windows which lead out to the balcony, where you could see a beach with clear blue water. 

georgia and i started unpacking in a few moments of silence– before she spoke up.

"so, lena, huh?" georgia said with a grin, glancing at me. 

as we headed up the stairs away from lena earlier, she already teased me about it. i ignored her– but i don’t think georgia will take nothing as an answer.

i giggled, feeling a bit flustered as i organized my things in the suitcase. "yeah– she seems nice. its nice to meet someone who's also new to the team."

"uh-huh, sure," georgia said, winking as she walked into the bathroom. 

“what is that supposed to mean?” i called out as my face had a look of confusion. 

"i don’t know– but just remember, we’re here to bond with everyone. don’t get too distracted by her sexy looks."

i rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. i stood up from sitting on the floor as i threw myself onto georgia’s bed. "don't worry, i’m here to bond with the entireeeee team. lena’s just–a bonus!"

georgia laughed. inside of my head, the girl from earlier wouldn’t leave my mind. 

maybe this trip got better, before it even started.

----

hours later laying on my beach towel, i watched most of the other girls in the water as i tanned on the sand. the gentle waves were lapping at the shore and the laughter of the girls was in my hearing. 

it was surreal to think that just a few weeks ago, i was anxiously packing my bags in california, wondering what my new life in germany would be like. now, here I am in spain, on a stunning beach, feeling like i already fit in with my new team.

my brown tote bag took my attention and i quickly pulled out my digital camera. photography had always been a passion of mine, a perfect hobby outside of soccer. 

seeing most of the girls out in the water, i started snapping photos of them. 

their carefree smiles, the silly handstands that pernille started doing under the water with her legs poking out the surface, sam giving sydney a piggy back ride, tainara splashing water on georgia– everyone looked so happy.

there were girls on the sand eating snacks, checking their phones, playing volleyball with their feet, and laying peacefully getting a tan. i took pictures of them too. 

"do you want me to take a picture of you?” a voice said behind me after i snapped a picture of madga with her body buried in the sand– except for her head– thanks to ana and lea. 

i turned around and it was lena. she wore a nice black swimsuit that showed her abs. i had abs too, thanks to soccer, but hers just complimented her so well. 

there was something about her that I couldn't get out of my mind, but i ignored those thoughts as i clutched my camera tightly to my body.

"oh no thank you, it's fine, really," I replied, a bit shy. standing in my red swimsuit, i gave her a faint smile as before she shook her head at me. 

"nonsense," lena insisted with a grin, reaching for the camera as she slowly took it out of my hands. "you need to be in some of these pictures too."

lena took a few steps back with the camera, instructing me on acting casual, making me laugh in the process. 

i laid in the sand and grabbed my book, pretending to read as lena stood. she stopped taking pictures for a few seconds and told me to sit up. confused, i raised my eyebrows before she gave me a random white hat– belonging to lea– to wear on my head. 

after a few more shots, she handed the camera back to me.

"see? not so bad," she said, laying back down on a towel– belonging to georgia– next to mine.

"thank you, lena. you're a pretty good photographer," i said, feeling a bit more at ease as i looked through the pictures on the screen of my camera.

"anytime," she replied, her smile softening. "how did you get into photography? we all have a photographer who plays on the german national team as well."

“wait– are you referring to laura?” 

“you know laura?” lena asked. 

“yes i do! she knows a few of my friends that went to penn state with her. we exchanged jerseys back when the united states played you guys in miami. we took pictures together after that game” i said. 

“oh i remember that!” lena says. 

“you were there?!” i asked. lena’s jaw drops in offense– playfully of course– at my question. 

“yes! you don’t remember the small confrontation we had?” lena asks. my eyebrows knit together in confusion. for a few second, my mind goes blink at trying to remember. 

“you nearly scored but i side tackled you by the box. you didn’t like it so you tackled me a few minutes afterwards when i had the ball in midfield.” lena says, helping me recall the memory. 

my eyes widened as i remembered that moment, but i never connected it to lena. 

“you’re number 6 oberdorf?! oh i was very annoyed by that!” i say. lena and i laugh before we looked out at some of the girls who were getting out of the water. 

“anyways, i got my first camera from my sister when i was 12. she can be blamed for why i own many cameras now.” i say. 

“alex?” lena asked. 

“yes. alex was going to the world cup in 2015 and she got me a camera the year before. during that world cup I always took pictures of her from my spot. she let me take pictures of her with the trophy afterwards. it was one of the first moments that made me fall in love with something outside of football.” i say. lena smiled at me as I looked over at her. 

“wooo hooo!!!” i heard georgia yell out as she runs back in the sand from the water. as i placed my digital camera back into my tote bag, i suddenly felt a light amount of water splash on my body. 

my jaw drops as i see georgia laugh. from the looks of her very wet hair, she whipped her hair forward so all of the water hit my body. 

“stop it!” i giggled as i stood up from my towel and started running away from the soaked girls. 

“get her!!” sam laughed as i got chased through the sand by sydney, sam, klara, lena, and georgia. 

(pretend this is you in the picture below)

y/n.morgan

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y/n.morgan ibiza ibiza 🐚

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alexmorgan13 No invitation? 🥲

y/n.morgan sorry sister ❤️

malpugh 😍

stanwaygeorgia at least you got the pictures before you got thrown into the water 😊

y/n.morgan thanks to you and obi 😞

lenaoberdorf a good photographer must've taken these pictures for you 😁

y/n.morgan yes they've done a great job!!

sydneylohmann 🙌🌊

leaschuller is that my hat?

stanwaygeorgia yes 🧢

wosofans7 ALL OF THE BAYERN GIRLS IN THE COMMENTS?

wavesnwsl THIS POST I THINK I FAINTED

wosonews most of the bayern girls are in ibiza too, looks like y/n's transfer is basically confirmed

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[ursuu-la]

hi hi!! if the requests are still open can you do a fully one shot of reader crying in the bathroom and spencer comforting her? like she went shopping with her mom and met mom made a comment abt her body i’ve had a rough day and this would so totally help

thank you sm!!

Beautiful - S. Reid.

wc: 1.3k

tw: negative comments about others and oneself body.

a/n: I hope you like it and that it falls into your expectations!! This will be the first fic I post btw. English is not my 1st language, so there may be spelling or grammar mistakes♡♡ thanks for the request♡♡

You sighed. You knew that her comments would affect you, but this was worse than you expected.

When you were inside the dress room, looking in the mirror, you could only think about how perfect the dress looked on you and how you wanted to show it to Spencer. But when you walked out there to show the way it looked to your mom, all those thoughts were brought down as if her words were made of rocks and your thoughts of feather.

"Don't you think it makes your arms look fat? And that fitting around the waist doesn't help your body type... Maybe you should consider other options, honey." You smiled and nodded, trying not to be affected by her sentences but failing.

When you entered the fitting room again and you saw your reflection on the mirror, you felt a knot form on your throat. You knew very well that feeling, but you weren't gonna cry, not until you were alone in your home.

You took the dress off as fast as you could, not wanting to feel that ugly for much longer. You handed the cloth to the saleswoman standing next to your mother and walked out of the store. The woman with you seemed confused when you told her that you didn't want to try any other outfit on.

"Why would you say that? We haven't found one that suits you fine yet! I'm your mother, and I can't allow you to keep dressing so horribly." She said, trying to laugh it off in the end, but it wasn't funny to you. "Oh, come on! You're never satisfied with anything I tell you."

"Well, maybe it's because you're never nice with the things you say." You spoke calmly. Yet you were boiling with anger and frustration inside.

"If I don't ever say nice things about you, it's because maybe there's nothing nice to say! Do you want me to say something pretty about your body? Well, be pretty first!" Your mom yelled this at your face, caughting some people's attention. You just sighed, not wanting to fight with her anymore.

"I won't tolerate this. I'll see you when you change." You left your mother speaking alone.

All you wanted to do now was to get home and just cry until you felt numb, Spencer was off at work: he had to work in the office today and he wouldn't come home until probably 5p.m.. This left you with the whole house to yourself.

When you finally got to your place, the first thing you did was to go get a shower. You undressed yourself and took a well-needed shower to relax your body. As you felt the warm water fall over your skin, you could feel how your emotions started to let go, and it didn't take you long to start crying.

You stayed a little longer than needed under water, but given the circumstances, it was justified. When the water stopped running, you grabbed a towel and started drying your body. You put your underwear and your pants on, but before putting your shirt, you looked at your reflection: big mistake.

All you could see were the defects your mom had pointed out, all the bad things you were convinced you had. Seeing all these things was a trigger to your crying. All the tears you had been holding since the morning were now dropping without any control. You were sobbing loudly and trying to take your look away from the mirror, but even if you did so, the idea was already stuck in your head.

You kept crying when suddenly you heard the sound of keys being placed in the table. 'Spencer?' You thought. It couldn't be him, he was at work. And if it was, had he heard your crying? You had probably been so caught inside your own thoughts that you didn't even hear when he opened the front door.

With a wave of adrenaline invading your body, you covered your mouth to stop your sobbing. After doing it, you heard a knock on the bathroom door.

"(y/n), are you there? Hotch gave us the afternoon off since there were no cases." It was Reid's voice, you felt your body freeze. You couldn't even process the thought of having to tell Spencer about how awful you were feeling at the moment. You didn't want him to carry with that weight that belonged only to you.

"I heard some noises coming from there, I know you're inside." You were still silent. "Hey, you're worrying me. Are you okay (y/n)?" He spoke again.

"I'm fine..." You said, but your voice was nasal because of how long you had been crying.

"You're not. Open, please... You know you can talk to me..." His voice was calmed yet worried.

"Give me a sec. I have to get dressed." You lied. You just needed to gain a little more time to calm down and compose yourself before facing Spencer.

After maybe three minutes, you unlocked the bathroom door, which was then opened by Spencer. When he saw you, your eyes and nose with a red tone, he knew instantly that something bad had happened while he was gone.

Before saying a word, your boyfriend grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into a tight hug. You couldn't help but to start crying, it was comforting to feel him next to you.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" You nodded, your head still pressed into Spencer's chest. When you were ready, you stepped back from the hug and looked at your boyfriend's eyes.

"My body... I'm not pretty, I have a ton of defects, and I just don't understand how to make them better. I know I have to improve the way I look, but I just can't seem to find the right way to do it and-"

"(y/n). You're the most beautiful woman who has ever stepped on this planet. You don't need to improve anything about the way you look. You're perfect like this." Spencer interrupted you, placing both hands on each of your shoulders. His face was honest, and even though he made you feel a little better, your insecurities were still there.

"You're just saying that because you love me..." You spoke, and instantly felt annoyed with yourself for finding a way of seeing the negative side.

"Hey. Do you forget I'm a genius? If I say that about you, then it must be true, right?" You smiled at him, and he seemed relieved for at least getting you to smile. "See? You liked the idea. Have a little more self-love, and whenever you don't feel like you are pretty enough: come to me, and I'll make you remember how pretty you are."

After saying this, Reid grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer, bringing your faces really close. He was scanning every part of your physiognomy. To his eyes, you were a goddess, and it broke his heart not being able to make you understand just how beautiful you were.

"Are you gonna kiss me, or are you just making me wish for more?" Hearing your voice so playful brought Spencer back to reality with a smile. After processing your words, your boyfriend broke the distance that kept you too from kissing.

Even though Reid and you had kissed a hundred times before, there was something magical about this time in particular. Maybe it was because of all the beautiful things he had just told you, or because now you felt like the most perfect woman in the world, kissing the most handsome man on earth.

"Spencer." You spoke softly when you pulled away from the kiss.

"Yeah?" He answered, his eyes reflecting the purest kind of love you had ever seen.

"I love you, you know?" He nodded, which made you both smile. Spencer Reid truly was the best boyfriend in the world.

[koreads]

"enemies" to lovers — karina x reader — where karina is hundred percent sure that y/ns hates her.

Karina had planned a great weekend: a trip to a beach house with all her friends, a much-needed break from college, sunbathing, and enjoying various ice cream flavors. However, everything went downhill when she spotted Y/N at the front door with Seulgi.

It's not that she disliked Y/N, she just felt like she had to walk on eggshells whenever the girl was around. Plus, she was fairly certain that Y/N didn't like her.

It was the smallest things: Y/N being really nice around everyone except her, always quiet when Karina was near, or picking anyone but Karina to share a room or a small task. Worst of all, Y/N would grumble under her breath every time Karina did something. So, to be fair, if Y/N didn't enjoy her presence, she wouldn't enjoy Y/N's either.

"Why is she here?" Karina asked Giselle as she passed by. Giselle was the only one who had noticed the weird interactions between the two, which had led to Karina explaining the whole situation to her. Giselle, however, had dismissed it as Karina being overdramatic.

"Seulgi asked her to come. They're roommates, and she didn't want to leave her alone for the weekend."

"That will ruin the weekend! She hates me!"

"Again, she does not hate you. She just… gets nervous around you."

No matter what Giselle said, always making up "excuses" for Y/N, Karina was 100% sure that the girl hated her and that they would never be friends. Karina had tried to be her friend once, but Y/N didn't accept it, so now she saw the girl as an enemy. No matter how childish she was being, two could play the "hate you for zero reason" game.

The weekend began with choosing roommates. Y/N obviously didn't even glance at Karina, which was fine by her since Minjeong chose her.

Then, they divided the chores for the day. Minjeong, Yeri, and Giselle would clean the small pool, while Ningning and Joy would tidy up the barbecue area. Finally, Karina, Seulgi, Irene, and Y/N were tasked with going to the store to buy everything they would need for the weekend.

This led to Karina's ultimate embarrassment: sitting "close" to Y/N, who was chatting and laughing with the older girls but completely ignoring her.

At the store, Seulgi divided them in "two teams". Making her and Irene "team meat" and Y/N and Karina the "veggies team".

"Okay, Irene and I will go get the meat. Y/N, you and Karina go get some drinks and veggies."

"Uh?" Y/N's eyebrows shot up, shocked at being left alone with Karina, who crossed her arms, annoyed by the overexaggerated reaction. "B-but Seulgi…"

"We'll meet up later. Bye!" And just like that, Seulgi disappeared with Irene.

Y/N turned back to Karina with that annoying neutral expression on her face. In a completely robotic voice, so different from the one she used with the other girls, she called Karina to go get the things Seulgi had asked for.

Y/N was quiet again, not at all like in the car with the older girls, and for some reason, that annoyed Karina. After all, she could handle being ignored by Y/N at college since they didn't have classes together and only saw each other during group hangouts, but spending a whole weekend together with this awkward aura was too much for her.

She was so focused on the thought of Y/N hating her that she didn't notice the girl putting all types of drinks and a bunch of veggies inside a cart. Nor did she notice that Y/N had picked her favorite beverage.

"I guess we should just wait for them now," Y/N said, pushing the cart to the checkout line where she and Karina stood in absolute awkward silence. Then, a guy approached them.

"Hi, sorry to bother you guys but… are the two of you together, as a couple?" Y/N grumbled something and Karina shook her head, denying the question.

"Oh, okay. So, my friend over there wanted to ask for your number," he continued, offering his phone to Karina. Before she could react, Y/N suddenly moved the cart, accidentally hitting the guy and causing his phone to drop.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry," Y/N said, crouching down to grab the phone, but accidentally kicking it into the next line. "Shit, I'm really a disaster. Oh look, it's Seulgi and Irene!" She grabbed Karina's hand, pushing the cart with her free hand and running to another checkout line.

Karina couldn't hide her annoyance anymore. First, Y/N ignores her, and now she's being plain rude to people around her? What was that girl's problem?

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Karina asked, crossing her arms. "Why did you kick that guy's phone and push a bunch of people in that weird run?"

"He was ugly and was asking for your number," Y/N answered, also crossing her arms, speaking in her usual robotic voice.

"And? Why do you mind?"

Y/N's shocked expression returned briefly before she returned to her quiet state, neutral face, and robotic voice, grumbling something under her breath. That was Karina's last straw.

"Look, I don't know why you hate me. You can be rude to me, act like I'm not around, I'm fine with that. But now you're going to be rude to people who are nice and sympathetic to me? That's ridiculous!"

For a second, Y/N didn't maintain her neutral expression. She opened and closed her mouth as if trying to formulate a response, but then Seulgi and Irene appeared near the duo, all smiles with the meat and a couple of snacks.

During the entire ride back to the house, Karina wore an annoyed expression while Y/N remained quiet, even in the presence of the older girls. Karina couldn't help but wonder what Y/N might have said if Seulgi and Irene hadn't appeared when they did.

The night fell, bringing with it the long-awaited barbecue. Karina wasn't in the best mood, but the combination of meat and beer managed to coax her giggly and happy self out again.

She was sitting with Giselle in the pool, a bottle in her hand, distracted by the pleasant music from Minjeong's playlist, when Y/N approached them. Y/N was wearing a comfortable-looking shirt and had an embarrassed expression on her face.

"Hi Karina… um… can we talk? In private… maybe?" Y/N asked tentatively. Karina was initially prepared to refuse, but Giselle nudged her, muttering something like "finally."

Reluctantly, Karina found herself sitting beside Y/N on the house deck, their toes sinking into the sand, both quietly listening to the ocean before them.

"So?" Karina asked, looking at the girl beside her. Y/N was quiet again, but there was something different; she didn't seem indifferent to Karina's presence. Instead, she appeared somewhat affected by her.

"I don't hate you," Y/N said softly. "I like you, a lot. I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen, so I tend to get nervous around you. I literally get scared just thinking about talking to you and worrying that you might think I'm some kind of goofball or something. Actually, I tried to talk to you during lunch once when Ningning went to the bathroom, and I choked on my soda. The whole thing spilled out of my nose, and I got nervous because you kind of laughed, and I thought maybe you saw me as a dummy or something like that, and…"

Y/N continued babbling about all the times she had tried to show Karina that she liked her, and Karina stood there, shocked by all this new information.

"Then today I got jealous that some ugly guy could have more courage than me to get close to you, so I kicked his phone. Honestly, I can't say that I'm sorry, because I'm not," Y/N confessed, her words tumbling out faster now, her eyes wide and cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"You... like me?" Karina asked, still processing everything.

"I do," Y/N replied softly.

"You were nervous? All this time and you were nervous..."

“Yeah…”

Karina studied Y/N as she stared out at the ocean, wiggling her toes in the sand, slipping back into silence. Karina couldn't let that happen, not when she found herself enjoying Y/N's voice so much. She moved closer, intertwining their fingers, and Y/N's head snapped up to look at her.

“You see… normally people ask each other out after a confession like that,” Karina said, her face warming.

“I… uh… You… Maybe…” Y/N stammered, closing her eyes briefly before opening them again and locking gazes with Karina. “Would you like to go out with me?”

“Yeah. That would be nice.” Karina leaned in, gently kissing Y/N's cheek. “Hope you have a nice date planned for us, Y/N.”

After all, Giselle had been right. Y/N didn’t hate Karina, not at all.

“You see… normaly people asked each other out after a confession like that.” Karina said, staring at their hands, face heating up a little.

“I… uh… You… Maybe…” Y/N breathed, closing her eyes, only to open them again and stare deep in Karina ones “Would you like to go out with me?”

“Yeah. That would be nice.” Karina leaned, kissing Y/N cheek “Hope you have a nice date plan for us Y/N”.

After all, Giselle was right, Y/N didn’t hate Karina, not at all.

[crybabylulu]

You said you like this stuff

Summary: You told Jason you like the Sanrio character Cinnamoroll once and he goes all out. Jason Todd x fem black reader

You were scrolling on instagram when you saw a picture of Cinnamoroll coloring and you decided to show it to Jason. “Baby look.” You said and showed him the picture. He looked at it. “It’s me.” You said. “Yes baby that is you.” Jason said with a smile. “I love Cinnamoroll.” You said. “It’s very cute just like you.” Jason said. You smiled. After that one conversation Jason made it his mission to buy anything Cinnamoroll related for you. It didn’t matter how much it cost he was buying it because he knows it makes you happy and he loves when his baby is happy.

There was a knock at your door. That was weird you weren’t expecting anyone today. You shrugged it off and answered the door to find Damian standing there with a large Cinnamoroll stuffed animal. “Oh my.” You said. “Hi mom. This is a gift from Todd.” Damian said. “Awww thank you for bringing it to me. My two favorite things in the world Cinnamoroll and my darling boy.” You said and dragged Damian into the house. You loved Damian he was like your little baby and he loved it you were the mother he always needed. You called Jason. “Hey baby girl.” Jason said. “Hi! I got your gift! I love it so much. Thank you JJ.” You said.

“Anything for you doll.” Jason said. “I love you.” You said. “I love you too, I should be back in Gotham soon just wrapping a few things up.” Jason said. “Ok I can’t wait to see you.” You said. “I can’t wait to see you too. I love you I gotta go.” Jason said. “I love you too, see you soon.” You said then hung up. You let Damian help you figure out where to sit the large Cinnamoroll in your room.

After a few days the front door opened while you were in the kitchen. You went to the door to see Jason coming in with bags. “Jason what is all this stuff?” You asked. “It’s for you.” Jason said. “It’s for me?” You asked. Jason nodded and walked over to the couch and you followed. You two sat down and he gave you the bags one by one. All the bags were filled with different Cinnamoroll things. There were plushies, purses, stationary and clothes. You loved everything and squealed at everything you opened. “Oh Jason.” You said. “I found a lot of stuff in the UK.” Jason said.

“You didn’t have to buy all of this for me.” You said. “But you like this stuff.” Jason said. “I do but you didn’t have to buy all of this.” You said. “You don’t like it?” Jason asked. “No baby I love it you just didn’t have to do all of this. I love everything and feel so special but you didn’t have to spend so much money.” You said. “I like spending money on you.” Jason said.

You and Jason had gone to the mall because he needs to pick up a few new games and you just wanted to come with him. As you two were walking he noticed some Cinnamoroll stuff and dragged you into the store. He grabbed a shirt and held it up to you. “This one?” Jason asked. “Baby you don’t need to,” “Ok so we’re getting this one.” Jason said and then picked up more shirts. You saw a varsity Cinnamoroll jacket and you quickly grabbed it. It was the last one and it was an extra large but you could make it work. Jason went to the front and put all the clothes he found on the counter.

You walked up then put the jacket down. “Oh you picked up something.” Jason said. “I had to have it.” You said. Jason chuckled. The cashier rang everything up and it was more than a hundred dollars. You felt bad. “Jay maybe I should,” “You want to pick out more?” Jason asked as he pulled out Bruce’s credit card. “What no, I think I should put some stuff back.” You said. “No baby girl all of this is on your future father in law. You know he loves his girls so he won’t put up a fuss.” Jason said and swiped the card. Jason carried all the bags while you guys went to pick up his games.

You looked around and saw Hello Kitty Island Adventure and couldn’t take your eyes off of it! You needed it for your switch but you also wanted it on PC but you don’t own a PC you’ve been thinking about buying one. “Oh and let me get that game too.” Jason said and pointed to the Hello Kitty game. “It’s bit better on PC.” The female cashier said as she grabbed the game. Jason nodded. He bought the game and you two left the store. When you got home you put away all your new stuff and definitely loved all over Jason.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” You said over and over again as you kissed all over his face. He was one happy man. You cooked him his favorite dinner, you showered together and washed his hair for him. You just took care of him the rest of the night and he was on cloud nine. He loved when you did this and just let him be all under you. He’s just a big old baby.

The next day Jason spent watching you play Hello Kitty island adventure. You were having the time of your life and he was loving every moment of your happiness but also while you were playing he was trying to find a PC for you that he could decorate with a Cinnamoroll skin. He also found a skin for your switch controller that he was definitely going to buy for you.

[deliciousangelfestival]

Nothing Has Changed - 6

Summary: Returning home for peace, you're faced with your tormentor, Bucky Barnes, who is now involved in your family's business.

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Words Count: 2,143

Warning: Angst, Tragedy.

Chp 1, Chp 2 , Chp 3 , Chp 4 , Chp 5 , Chp 6, -

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Even though you and Ransom have started talking again, you don’t fully trust him like before. He could have warned you about his family’s plans for you.

If he claims he can't escape from his parents' grasp, you find it hard to believe, knowing how Ransom will stop at nothing to get what he wants. You’ve lost count of how many times he’s bribed people.

This time, you will stay on guard. At least you’ve got the pen drive with you. It’s your insurance in case someone tries to frame you again.

After Ransom left your apartment, you continued packing up all your things. Being a minimalist, you don’t have a lot of stuff, which is helpful. You quickly gather your essential belongings, load them into your car, and leave the city to return to your hometown.

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In the small town, everyone drives the same type of SUV. So, when your red Lamborghini enters the town, it catches everyone's eye. People are amazed, but there’s also a hint of jealousy, especially from Natasha. She grits her teeth when she sees you flaunting your wealth.

Before heading back to your father’s house, you stop at the pawn shop where you sold your Rolex.

You walk into the store and see Mr. Rogers carefully examining a pearl necklace while Steve talks to another customer. You clear your throat to get their attention.

Mr. Rogers looks up and says, “Yes? Oh, Tom’s daughter. I heard you went back to the city.”

You bristle slightly, realizing every move you make is a topic in this town. “I decided to stay a while to take care of my father. I’m here to buy back the watch I sold previously.” You show him a stack of cash.

“I’m willing to pay more,” you add, placing the money on the counter with a firm expression.

Mr. Rogers nods, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of the cash.

Mr. Rogers was impressed with you. “It’s alright. I won’t ask you for more. Wait a second, I’ll get your watch.” Then he called his son, “Steve, could you accompany Y/N?”

'No, don’t leave me,' you thought. There was an awkward moment, but Steve followed what his father said.

He nodded at you, and you did the same. While waiting, you took a good look at him. He looked different, taller, and had put on some muscle. But one thing that stayed the same was the pencil he always kept on his right ear. He’s an artist and always draws, which is why he keeps a pencil nearby.

“Are you still drawing?” you asked.

Steve never thought you would want to talk to him. “Sometimes.”

“You should tell the truth to your dad,” you said.

“The truth?” Steve looked puzzled.

“Your dream of becoming an artist,” you clarified.

Steve widened his eyes, surprised that you remembered.

“Speak up. That’s what I did after I left this town, and everything opened up for me,” you said, then continued, "Not that I care."

Before Steve could respond, his dad appeared with the watch. “Here’s your watch.”

The Rolex, the first luxurious item you ever bought with your own money, was back in your hand. It had been a gamble to sell it, but it was a promise to yourself that you would find a way to get it back.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely. Then you left the store without looking back.

After you left, Steve continued to stare at the door, even though your car was no longer in front of the store. Something you said had ignited a fire in him. He turned to his dad. “I want to say something.”

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You drove back home, the familiar sights and sounds of your small town easing some of the tension from your shoulders. Unexpectedly, Bucky's car was also there when you arrived.

Tom's face brightened when he heard the car, and he eagerly waited at the front door, greeting you warmly as you entered the house.

“Are you exhausted? Do you want something to eat?” Tom asked with concern, guiding you towards the dining table.

You glanced over and saw Bucky, but you chose to ignore him for the moment. On the table, there were scattered papers and a calculator, indicating some sort of ongoing work.

Tom let out a sigh, gesturing towards the mess, “Ah, it’s messy. I’m helping Bucky with the accounting, although I’m not very good at this.”

Then an idea seemed to strike him. Your father looked at you with hopeful anticipation, his hand reaching out to grasp yours, his gaze shifting to Bucky, “Maybe she could be a temporary auditor at your hotel.”

You and Bucky locked eyes, a mix of surprise and hesitation passing between you. What was this? You had just returned home, and now your dad was suggesting that you help the person who had once bullied you?

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Made a fanart for @teraphe's fic Living Dead Boy!

This is one of my first fics that I went feral for (to the point where I created an outline inspired by this fic only to scratch it out later). I loved the parts where Tim is just a traumatized little boy looking after another traumatized little catatonic boy. I adored Babs in this one! My favorite scenes were Tim and Jason bumping into Alfred at the store, the epilogue (the epilogueeeee 😭) and Tim and Jason's scrabble and other board game sessions. Since I knew jackshit about Scrabble, I decided to tackle puzzle pieces!

Mainly because it doesn't require much and I'm still new at digital drawing. Literally. I don't draw. I write. But, I decided to try it out! Although, the puzzle pieces were such a long process, I just gave up 1/4th of the way through cuz it was supposed to be 2000 pieces 😭 Then I read the thing again and realized that Tim and Jason didn't actually finish it. Sooooooooooo, ye :)

And here's the cityscape in full!:

Thanks, Terranpheum for the brilliant, brilliant fic. I go back to it from time to time bc I love it :')

(Side note: The city lighs were a BITCH and a half to draw. In the end, I just half-assed it 😭 I like the Wayne enterprises building though :) Oh and the Batsignal! And the hand! I'm so proud of the hand. I used TONS of references of different shapes and sizes, but the shading? The shading's all me :))))

[marlynnofmany]

Stranger in Need

Inspired by this post from @banrionceallach, which wonders about healthcare and the human vs alien approaches to certain things in the spacefuture. Here's one answer to one facet of that question.

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The space station was a noisy one, or maybe it was just the food court. Hard to have eating areas for a dozen species without a certain level of background sound. I was ready to move on, though. I waved to a few crewmates who were still hanging around the tables, then picked a route toward the entertainment stores. While the large concourses might have been faster, and the floating walkways cooler (they went through holes in the wall!), the small hallway with nature murals looked peaceful.

I admired the paintings of otherworldly hills, all orange and purple, with a glittery starscape on the ceiling. The hubbub faded behind me while the hallway curved ahead. Unfortunately, that sound was replaced by a new one: someone coughing violently.

I edged to the side so I could peek around the corner while keeping my distance in case there was contagion about. That was a lot of throat clearing between the coughs.

When the sitting area came into view, with its potted alien plants and multiple benches, I stopped worrying about my own safety. A fellow human was leaning against one of the benches, coughing with everything he had. His clothes were nice, like he was on his way to a job interview, and they were covered in sweat, like he’d been running to get there on time. A bag of belongings had spilled at his feet. The broken shards of plastic with a metal bit at the center had once been an inhaler.

There were also two tall aliens standing nearby, the long-necked type that I hardly ever saw, with short beaky faces and skin textured like a turkey neck. They were facing each other and ignoring the human who was struggling to breathe.

I ignored them right back and hurried over to the guy. “Hey, do you need help?”

He grimaced, but nodded. An attempt at explaining turned into more coughs. He pointed at the inhaler and pantomimed a heavy footstep.

I thought back to the size of certain people at the food court. They could easily have stepped hard enough to crack the casing and not noticed. “I don’t suppose you have a spare in here?” I asked, gesturing toward the bag.

When he shook his head, it was my turn to grimace. I wondered if he was fresh from Earth, where human-specific medicine was available at every corner medcenter. The inhaler could be hard to replace out here. At least we weren’t out on the edge of nowhere; the medcenters here should be familiar with human biology.

I told him, “We need to get you to a medcenter.” Then I paused. “Do you know where it is?”

He did not. Dang. I looked over at the two turkey-neck aliens who were having a staring contest or something. “Hey, do you guys know the way to the medical center?”

The closest one turned his head to face me without moving the rest of his body. “Do you mind? We’re in the middle of something here.”

“This person could die!” I snapped.

With a shrug in his voice, he said, “It’s your child, not ours.”

“He’s not my child!” I exclaimed. “He might even be older than me.”

“Then why do you care?”

I stared at the pair of them for a long second: their vaguely irritated expressions and the way they hadn’t moved an inch to help. I made an exasperated noise and gave them up as a lost cause. The guy was still coughing, trying to force air in and out of airways that were swelling shut.

“Lemme see if I can find a map on the public feed,” I said, pulling out my phone. “Oh hey, don’t bother; I’ll get it.” He’d bent to scoop up the fallen belongings, and almost passed out headfirst. With the phone in one hand, I ushered him onto a bench then nudged the pile together with a foot while I searched madly on my phone. “Argh, why don’t they have it up front? This is terribly designed. Are you gonna be able to walk?”

He nodded, but he was starting to list to the side with a glazed expression. I considered trying to carry him, and didn’t like my odds. Had there been other humans nearby in the food court? Somebody likely to help?

I shoved my phone back into my pocket and turned to sprint down the hall. I’d only made it a few steps before a welcome sight rounded the corner: not humans, but two of my biggest crewmates.

“What’s happening?” Blip asked, a vision of muscles and flowing silks that blended with her natural frills.

Beside her, Blop turned a fish-faced frown on the ailing human. “That doesn’t sound good.” His silks were even frillier than his sister’s, and the pair of them filled the hallway. Just what I needed.

“He can’t breathe,” I told them. “The tool for his medicine broke. Do you know where the medcenter is?”

“I’ll carry him,” they both said, Blip slightly faster.

“I’ve got the bag,” Blop added, diving to gather it up with a dismissive flap of his frills at the two turkey-necks. “Of course they’re no help.”

“Why would we?” asked the farther one, sounding honestly curious.

Blip announced, “Lift and be lifted,” then did exactly that. The adult human looked small in her arms.

Blop bounced to his feet with the bag zipped shut. “I’ll clear the way!”

The pair dashed off down the hallway with me running after. The turkey-necks didn’t move, though one of them muttered something about herd creatures.

As I ran, I thought, I’ve never seen more than one of those long-necked guys at a time before. Guess they’re a solitary species. They’re missing out.

We burst out of the hallway into a crowd that parted like a spaceship fleet in the path of a wild asteroid. Blop yelled for directions, and people of many species pointed the way.

I followed along, glad not to be the weird one for once.

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These are the ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book.

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The sequel novel is in progress (and will include characters from these stories. I hadn’t thought all of them up when I wrote the first book, but they’re too much fun to leave out of the second).

[effy-writes]

HIIIII!!!!!! OKAY OKAYY SOO.. MALE READER BTW!!

fizz x ozzie x reader

So He has very unique features, In hell you look very doll like, think even more doll like then velvette, you are from the envy ring, but moved to the lust ring because its just better, he has white hair with pink streaks in it. and you like have a lot of white and pink

so you are crying because someone called you ugly and fizz is comforting you, and you have anxiety so you took this to heart, and spiralled because you're scared your boyfriends think you're ugly, so ozzie walks in, and then is begging to know who hurt you, and he comforts you too, once you calm down, they send verosika to hang out with you since you're best friends andand while you two hang out fizz and ozzie are beating up the dude who called you ugly<3

ofc!! sorry this took too long!! im kinda not happy how this turned out, for some reason i struggled with this but i hope you enjoy!! <3

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fizz x ozzie x m! reader: oh doll

cw: scratching to relieve tension

living in the envy ring wasn’t so great to you. lots of trauma happened and you had to get out of there. the saying is true, places holds memories, so the moment you turned 18 you moved into the lust ring.

your life became better, but you still suffered from anxiety attacks due to the trauma that you endured from envy. you needed to find something to distract yourself so you decided to be a performer at “ozzie’s”.

you obviously had to audition, so you went with a pole routine. ozzie loved your performance and so you were hired on the spot! you felt like you were on top of the world and nothing could bring you down.

ozzie introduced you to fizz, and you guys hit it off! one thing led to another, and now you’re in a polyamorous relationship with them. at first you were nervous about this whole thing because you never been in a poly relationship. you were afraid of becoming too jealous, but they treated you so good and completely washed away your anxious thoughts.

you also told them about how you have anxiety problems due to your life living in the envy ring and warned them that you’re sensitive to certain things. they were both understanding and even fizz told you about his trauma so you’re not alone.

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you had about 3 hours to spare before you had to perform again at “ozzie’s”, so you went walking to clear your head.

you strolled the streets of lust and went shopping for some new outfits. pink and white was your color, so you always seek out those colored clothes.

“oh shit, it’s the off brand angel dust!” an imp laughed.

you rolled your eyes to yourself and continued shopping. you were use to this kind of treatment, being called the “off brand angel dust” was so basic. at first it did hurt you, but overtime you stopped giving a fuck.

the imp and his friend kept following you around the store. your heart raced, but you tried to not show any reaction.

“angel dust from shein.” he snickered.

you left the store without any new clothes because you didn’t want to deal with them. you made your way back to “ozzie’s” and got ready in the designated dressing room.

“y/nnn, can i come in?” fizz shouted.

“of fucking course.”

fizz opened the door and wrapped his arms around you from the behind while you were putting on drag makeup.

��how was your walk? did you buy anything lustful.”

you didn’t dare to tell him what had happened today because him and ozzie will go haywire. “couldn’t find anything that i didn’t own.” you laughed.

fizz let go and sat on your lap facing you, “seems about right to how much ozzie spoils you.” he laughed, “are you ready for your performance?”

“i am! it’s gonna be sooo sexy. so you better keep it in your pants.” you stick your forked tongue out.

“gonna be hard.” he laughed, “you’re on in 30 minutes.” he lightly kissed your lips since you were wearing lipstick and didn’t want to ruin it. fizz got up from your lap and left your dressing room.

you let out a sigh and slouched as you stared at yourself in the mirror. those imps really got to you but you can’t let them hold that much power over you.

the performance went perfect, you didn’t slip or miss any beats. fizz and ozzie watched from the wings and as always they had to stop themselves from fucking you right then and there.

you blew a kiss to the audience before strutting away to the wings. your boyfriends pulled you into a tight hug before letting you go to get unready.

you walked back to your dressing room but stopped in your tracks once you saw the same imps.

“just saying, angel dust is a way better dancer than you. he has the body, the legs, the stamina, he is the og. but you? an uglier version of angel.” he laughed.

you clenched your fist, “you guys can’t be back here.”

the other one spoke, “look, we’re just trying to help. nobody wants to see the same pink and white whore, we already got one who is better than you. you should be thanking us!”

you shoved pass them and locked yourself in the dressing room. your breathing increased as you clutched onto your heart. “deep breathes” you whispered to yourself.

no, no this can’t be happening again. it’s been months since you had an anxiety attack just stay calm, you kept thinking to yourself. i’m not ugly, they’re just trying to get under my skin. you’re okay.

but no matter how many times you told yourself this it didn’t work. you groaned loudly and scratched at your skin to relieve tension.

“y/n? doll?” ozzie said from the other side of the door, “you doing alright? can i come in?”

you wiped away your tears and opened the door. ozzie came in and saw your teary eyes and ruined makeup. “oh doll, what happened?”

your breathing increased again, “it’s nothing, i’m fine.”

“you’re not fine, what is it? did something happen?” he held your hands.

“just some…” you couldn’t finish your sentence, just break down again and hyperventilating. ozzie picked you up and pulled you into a hug, “shh, it’s okay, i’m here. but you gotta tell me what happened because NOBODY will hurt you again.”

“just mean shit.” you managed to say through your sobs.

“oh honey..breathe with me.”

you followed his breathing and eventually calmed down. your head was aching from how much you were crying. ozzie sat you down on the bench and got on his knees to be at your level. he took your hands into his and squeezed them, “who said these things?”

“an imp with short white hair and wearing a blue shirt? and the other has longer white hair who wasn’t wearing a shirt.” you took shaky breath in and out.

“i’m gonna BEAT those FUCKERS UP” ozzie screamed before calming down, “sorry for yelling it’s just-”

“i know, ozzie.” you softly smiled but dropped it, “i don’t feel good about my self.” you sniffled, “i don’t understand why you and fizz want a “shein version of angel dust”.”

“doll, STOP thinking like that! you’re better than that! fizzy and i think you are the most beautiful, handsome, attractive, sexy looking demon here! how about you hang out with verosika tonight and fizz and i will go handle them, does that sound good?”

you nodded as ozzie stood up to call verosika. you couldn’t help but to scratch yourself to relieve tension again. he hung up and got down to your level again, pulling your hands away from your arms so you would stop hurting yourself, “verosika is coming over in about 30 minutes, just sit tight. will you be okay being here until then?”

“i will, thanks again.”

“of course, doll! you mean everything to fizzy and i.” he smiled. “please stop scratching yourself, okay?”

you nodded and hugged yourself with your arms and your tail.

ozzie ending up leaving you in this dressing room. you needed to get out of this costume and take off your ruined makeup but was too tired to do anything. you were glad you’re able to hang out with your best friend, but still so mentally tired.

another knock was heard, “hey bitch,” verosika said, “can i come in?”

“yeah,” you got up and open the door. verosika handed you a flask.

“you doing alright?”

“not really.”

“want to get dress in some sexy ass clothes and go to a bar?” she sweetly smiled.

“i guess..sorry im just so tired after i get anxiety attacks.”

She rubbed your shoulder, “i know, baby…do you want me to dress you up!” her smile gotten bigger, in which making you smile.

you agreed and watch verosika squeal out of happiness. she went through all of your clothes that was in the dressing room and picked out the sexiest one you have. “bitch, PLEASE wear this.”

“uh..i don’t know. i don’t think i’ll good in it.”

“oh come on, please? trust me you’re already fucking hot. wear this.” she threw it to you.

“fine.” you took it out of her hands and got dressed while she turned around.

“ya know..fizz and ozzie really loves you.”

“i hope so.”

“i know so. they always talk about you.”

you finished putting on the outfit and got her attention. she turned back around and gasped, “i need to ask if i can join in on the polyamory.” she laughed, “let me do your makeup.”

you sat down on the bench as verosika gathered the makeup from the vanity. she picked out all shades of pink and did your eyeshadow/eyeliner/mascara before doing your face. you turned back around to look at yourself in the mirror, still feeling ugly but you know that’s not true.

you and verosika made your way to the nearest bar and got drinks. she obviously got shit faced but you tried to just get tipsy and not too drunk. “you know, y/n, im really glad i met you.” she rested her head on your shoulder.

“i’m glad too. if it wasn’t for fizz and ozzie then we wouldn’t have been friends.”

“you have no idea on how much they love you.” she drunkly said, “they’ll do anything to protect you.”

“yeah..i think they’re beating up those guys right now.” you laughed.

“oh most definitely.”

you took another sip of your margarita, “i feel much better.”

“is the alcohol talking or you?”

“probably both.” you snickered, “but i do feel much better. thanks again for inviting me out.”

“of course, bitch. come on,” verosika slid off of the bar stool and wobbled a bit, “let’s take you back to fizz and ozzie.” she reached her hand out for you, in which you gladly took.

“verosika, i think maybe i should take you back to your place,” you laughed, “you’re shit face.”

“yeah but this day is for you,” she slurred.

“you could just spend the night with us.” you smirked.

“that’ll probably be better because i see four of you.”

[nohoperadio]

Some years ago while I was working in a grocery store my then-colleague lost his wedding ring--it was always a slightly loose fit apparently, it must have fallen off somewhere without him realizing, after a week or two he'd searched everywhere and it became obvious it wasn't going to turn up, he needed to get it replaced, he was pretty upset about it.

A few weeks after this I saw him at work and he held out his hand and said "do you like my new wedding ring?" And--look, I don't know shit about rings or jewellery, my opinion means nothing here, but his new ring wasn't your traditional gold wedding band, it wasn't metal at all it was a continuous band of some kind of blue-green gemstone looking material--well anyway my immediate thought was that he'd found a children's plastic toy ring on the floor or something and was making a joke, that's what it looked like to me, to the extent that literally no other interpretation of the situation even entered my brain at that point. So I went along with (what I thought was) his silly joke and said, completely deadpan: "oh yeah wow, it's beautiful!". And he said aw thank you and started talking about how he was sad when he lost the old one because it belonged to his dad who had recently died and he'd been intending to give it to his own kid when they got married but he's really happy with the new one and--suddenly a switch flipped in my brain like oh FUCK, this is actually the new ring I was just making fun of oh jesus christ!!

And in that moment I was so grateful for the fact that sarcasm exists, that it's a common thing humans do and that it happens to be my style to do sarcasm as deadpan as possible with no exaggerated tone or anything--everything happened to align such that one of the rudest most brutally insulting things I've ever said in my life, to someone I liked concerning something very important and emotional for them, just so happened to be exactly the same as what I would have said if I was being nice and polite. I quietly switched modes from sarcasm to sincerity and the conversation went on with nobody any the wiser.

[nightghoul381]

Ellis Twilight ~ Chapter 6 - His Side Story: “A Faint Wriggling, Deep Inside My Chest”

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: This is a side story from Ellis' perspective of the events of Chapter 6, as such it too contains depictions of murder and several mentions of blood.

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

(For me, Kate is the person I want most to be happy.)

(I’m happy that she’s been smiling more and more lately. And…)

Kate: “Please tell me about what you like, Ellis. Then I can make you happy tomorrow.”

Kate: “So, what’s your favorite food?”

--

Kate: “Oh,  I spread a lot of butter on the toast before it got cold.”

Kate: “Thank you, as always.”

Kate says she wants to make me happy too.

She listens to my preferences and feelings and remembers them carefully.

(Kate is a wonderful person.)

(…I don’t want to make you unhappy.)

The night I went with Jude and Kate to look for the ‘ring-leader” involved in the kidnapping incident.

I’d seen the woman who had come into contact with the ‘ring-leader’ being dragged into a back alley, and reflexively ran after her.

Reaching the back of the alley—I saw multiple men surrounding the woman and trying to restrain her by covering her mouth.

Scenes like this aren’t uncommon—What I do is the same as usual.

Ellis: “Are you the kidnappers?”

The kidnappers were startled by the sudden voice and immediately attacked me.

I just have to deal with them one by one.

A man who looks like a kidnapper: “—Women are worth money, ‘em alive. Kill the bastard.”

(Women…Ah)

Kate: “Gh…”

I heard a gasp behind me and realized that Kate had followed me.

(…it was her.)

(Kate is a hard worker who can muster courage even in times like these.)

I gently restrained Kate, who was holding a deck brush in her trembling hands.

Ellis: “Kate, stay here.”

(I’ll finish this quickly.)

I kick off the ground.

Taking a life is as easy as polishing a shoe if you know how to use the tools.

If you cut a vital point with a knife, the body will collapse to the ground as though a string has been cut.

(Just a few more.)

(I need to finish this quickly and give her peace of mind.)

Kate had been scared when she saw the men attacking the woman.

(I’ll end it right away.)

I silence the last one and let my feet settle on the ground.

Ellis: “…I guess that’s everyone.”

The timing must have been relatively good.

I looked around the alley that looks like I’ve spilled jam all over it, see there are no survivors, and look up.

“Kate…”

Kate: “Eh…Ah.”

Ellis: “Your face is pale… Are you okay?”

I put the knife in its sheath and reached out to Kate.

At that moment her body trembled.

Ellis: “…”

(--it was)

(From Kate’s point of view, these men and I are the same.)

I’m a ‘human being who kills people’ for his job.

(I had a feeling that Kate, was learning to trust me just a little bit… I forgot.)

I want to make her happy, though.

I’m the kind of person who scares her in the first place.

(I should’ve been more careful)

Ellis: “…I’m sorry. You’re scared.”

Ellis: “I should have asked you to keep your eyes closed so you wouldn’t have to see it.”

Kate: “Um, what… what about the woman?”

Ellis: “Hmm, she’s fine… I think she’s just passed out.”

Jude: “Tch… Ya killed everyone?”

Ellis: “Jude. What about the store?”

Jude: “When I came in, he’d already escaped in a horse-drawn carriage from the back door. He’s quick to run.”

Jude, who was supposed to have been chasing the ‘ring-leader’ walked over to a corpse and inspected it coldly.

(…Ah, I think I’m going to be scolded.)

Jude: “Jeez, let at least one of ‘em live. Otherwise I can’t interrogate ‘em.”

(On second thought)

Ellis: “Sorry. He said as long as we didn’t kill the commander I would be fine…Also.”

Ellis: “They were trying to harm Kate.”

Kate: “…”

Kate took a quiet breath again.

(Maybe I reminded you of what happened earlier.)

(…Sorry.)

Ellis: “… It’s okay now, Kate.”

Her frozen expression never relaxed… and I felt a little sad.

(Kate, you’re still silent)

Step by step we proceed down the hallway.

I walked behind her a little ways so as not to make her even more anxious.

(Is this okay…?)

(If you’re worried, if you’re scared, I want to be by your side.)

(But with me, it might have the opposite effect.)

While I was wondering what I should do to make Kate happy, we ended up in front of her room.

Ellis: “We’re here, Kate.”

Kate raised her head and looked straight at me.

(If you look at me, it might remind you of something scary, but… you’re so kind.)

Kate: “About earlier… Thank you for protecting me, Ellis.”

Ellis: “No. It’s my job to escort you, Kate.”

Ellis: “But, this time I failed…”

Ellis: “If you hadn’t seen that, you would be happier.”

Ellis: “I already knew you were a hard worker and that you would push yourself even if you were scared.”

Ellis: “I should have said, “You follow Jude” before going into the alley.”

Ellis: “Next time, I’ll be careful not to kill someone in front of you.”

(Even if I show you something like that…I wonder if I can make you smile again.)

(I need to think of a way.)

Thinking about this, I was about to turn on my heel, when—

Kate: “…Ellis…!”

My palm was grabbed by something warm.

(Kate…?)

Kate: “Ellis…Aren’t you having a hard time…?”

Ellis: “…”

Even though she must have been scared just a moment ago, Kate held my hand and looked straight at me.

(…I…?)

(Why would you say that?)

I was a little surprised when Kate asked me if it wasn’t hard being the object of her fear.

Then I was convinced.

Ellis: “Ah… I see.”

Ellis: “I thought you were just scared of me.”

(Kate is a wonderful person)

She’s the kind of person who listens intently to my feelings, my happiness, and remembers things like that.

Ellis: “You were worried that I was hurt, so you made that face…”

Ellis: “…You’re so kind, Kate.”

Ellis: “If I say it like this, I might scare you again.”

Ellis: “It’s not that painful, so don’t worry.”

Kate: “…Really?”

Ellis: “Yeah, really… See, my hands aren’t shaking like yours.”

As if to reassure her, I held up our joined palms.

--“Killing people and laughing is what the devil does.”

The words I’d once heard echoed in my head, making me feel a little sad.

(But the reason I’m smiling now is not because I’m happy.)

My heart is not moved by the idea of taking people’s lives as a part of my job.

(My desires have nothing to do with it, so I’m neither happy nor sad.)

I still hold the lid on my desires tighter and tighter.

(This time, I’ll take care of someone as wonderful as Kate.)

Kate seemed to have made up her mind and grabbed my hand tightly.

Kate: “…Hot milk.”

Ellis: “Eh…?”

Kate: “My body is cold… don’t you sleep better after drinking it?”

Ellis: “…”

I suddenly remembered drinking it on sleepless nights when I was little.

It has a sweet, relaxing, and calming taste.

(…I loved it.)

(Especially when drinking it in the middle of the night.)

Ellis: “I’d like that.”

Ellis: “In the middle of the night, I actually like hot milk with butter and sugar.”

Even though she wouldn’t know anything about my heart or the memories I had just remembered,

Kate looked happy, but somehow sad, and took my hand.

(Kate… is a bit of a troubled person.)

(…she’s too nice.)

I want to make her happy, and that’s all I feel, but something seems to be mixed in with it.

The desire I had pushed deep inside my heart began to stir in my chest.

Next Chapter

[pirateprincessblog]

send me your wildest ateez dreams because istg i always have the weirdest ones

tell me why i had a dream i was at work at the mall (i work in retail like zara/bershka) and i look through the show window as i was passing it to do something and i see yunho working in a tobacco across the hall???? i was like YUNHO? ateez fucking yunho? in a tobacco shop? WORKING? either that or this person looks insanely similar to yunho, but how possible is that? also as an atiny i wouldn't mistake him for someone else, right? and then i went for a walk across my store to the cash register and back, and he was still there, and i was more confused. then i saw a cigarette in his hand and my jaw dropped bc first: bro was smoking inside the mall (smoke detectors did not exist i guess for the sake of the plot) second: bro was SMOKING like jeong yunho was SMOKING and i was like oh fuck am i the first one to find out about this? should i tell everyone in the fandom? should i keep it a secret for him? maybe we can bond over the fact that i'm an atiny and i didn't expose him lol and he looks at me as i stand like this 🧍 in the show window blending with the mannequins and he just smiles, putting the cigarette in his mouth like he just didn't get exposed? or was i just living under a rock and everyone knew? and i made like a picture taking motion with my hands, as in to tell him that someone will find out and take pics of him, and he just waved it off and smiled again. and i woke up, IN MY DREAM I WOKE UP FROM MY DREAM TO TELL MY HUSBAND I SAW YUNHO WORKING IN A TOBACCO SHOP AND WHEN HE LEFT FOR WORK IN MY DREAM IS WHEN I ACTUALLY WOKE UP FROM THE DREAM(he was gone already and has no recollection that i actually woke up and/or told him anything). I SAT IN MY BED FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES JUST STARING AT THE WALL AS MY BRAIN REMINDED ME WHAT I JUST DREAMT ABOUT IT'S LIKE IT WAS PROUDLY SHOWING IT TO ME LIKE: SEE, SEE? YOU GOT TO MEET YUNHO, NOW SHUT THE FUCK UP

don't even get me started on the dream i had that i was a detective and had to chase them across a field.

[lani-heart]

|| series masterlist || PART TWO || CHAPTER ONE -> PREVIEW ||

parings -> sim jaeyun x reader genre -> non-idol au, school au, hyrbid au warnings -> n/a word count -> 1.2k

abstract -> who knew I'd find the perfect stranger at the worst time?

y/n's perspective

“Yah! What are you even doing on Jeju Island?! I don’t know what Mom and Dad said but… at least answer me?” he was mad but worried… he also sounded tired. 

I wonder if they asked him to look for me. 

I got lucky with online classes this semester. However, the raging headache wasn’t helping to pay attention to the professor. Maybe I needed some food…

I was staying at an apartment for the time being until I found out what I was going to do. “Hmm. Are you going somewhere?” I heard and I smiled. “Yeah, tell Asahi I'll be back soon… if he wakes up before I come back,” I said and he looked worried. 

“I’ll be fine,” I said and he sighed. “It's just… this place is dangerous for you to go alone” Jaehyuk worried and I smiled. “I’ll be back soon,” I said and he nodded as he watched me leave. 

I walked to the convenience store where I noticed a boy… he looked rough. I walked in to get a simple fast meal when I saw the boy from earlier look into the window squinting at the specials today. He was… hungry. 

I grabbed an extra kimbap, ramyeon, and coffee for him when I went outside. He seemed… scared or worried. He looked too young to be on the streets. Maybe… he ran away, like me? He had his hands covering his face making me wonder if he was crying. 

I sighed but placed the kimbap, ramyeon, and coffee in front of him. 

“Ah, oh thank you so much!” he said, and… he was pretty. I wonder how he found himself in this situation. “Are you okay?” I asked and he chuckled. “I will be…” he confirmed and I smiled. “I know how it is… just be careful here okay?” I asked and he nodded. 

“Thank you so much… you’re kind” 

“Yah! I told you how many times?! Never go out by yourself!” I got scolded and I sighed. “I bought breakfast!” I said and he sighed. “Talk to Hyunsuk, y/n. He’s worried sick… he texted me saying you're in Jeju and he wants me to keep on the lookout for you. Tell him” he said and he’s been saying this for days but… I couldn’t confide in Hyunsuk. Not for this. 

“Asahi? Would you just accept what they offered me?” I asked and he sighed. “I think… if I were you I’d do the same and run. But that won’t solve your problem. You only have so much money you can use up. You have to go back eventually” he said and I nodded. 

“I know.. If I just want to scare them. They were worried about Hyunsuk when he left… They even told him he could come back and that they were sorry. I want them to apologize to me and to… take that back” I said and he smiled. “I know… eat and study. You can’t fail your classes. I have my internship in an hour so don’t be too much trouble for Jaehyuk '' he warned and I sighed. 

“Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”

“Can we please?!” he begged and I chuckled. “Sure, if you want it that bad '' I said, submitting to buying the lion’s favorite snacks. I know Asahi hates when I go out without him but for good reason… It was dangerous to be roaming around here, especially since it's such a rural area. 

I have Jaehyuk with me… however, despite being a lion, he was the least scariest hybrid ever. 

“Hey Jaehyuk, what do you want… for dinner?” I said with my voice trailing off. Where did he go? He was here a second ago?

I looked around for him… he had his collar on. But Asahi had his chip location, not me… where did he go? He couldn’t have gone far?! I felt panicked… I didn’t just lose his hybrid. He means the world to Asahi. 

“Oh? Are you looking for your hybrid?” I heard and I nodded. “Yeah, a lion hybrid? Have you seen him?” I asked and he chuckled. “He went outside, little lady,” he said and I was shocked. “What?” I said before leaving the groceries and going outside. Why would he wander off….

“What’s a lady like you doing out here?” I heard and I sighed. I couldn't care less about this. I need to find Jaehyuk– “It's rude to ignore someone!” he said as he grabbed my arm rather harshly. 

“Let go!” I yelled. He chuckled and I soon saw the guy who told me Jaehyuk was outside walking to us. “Help–” “I was gonna ask that of you. You should help us,” he said… Did he lie to me?

Then Jaehyuk should be inside… fuck. 

“What’s wrong what's with–” “Do you bastards have nothing else better to do than run around and harass women?” I heard… the boy from this morning. “Go away, kid–” “You go away! How much of an incel are you to be grabbing a girl who was simply buying groceries?!” he said and they scoffed. 

“Whatever,” they said and walked off, probably to find someone else to bother. 

“Thank you, and I appreciate all that I do! But I need to find–” “The hybrid you're looking for didn’t even leave the grocery store. I could help you find him if you want?” he offered and I was confused. 

“How did you know?” I asked. He soon looked nervous… “I was trying to find my way to a bus station and was walking here when you ran out of there” he explained and I sighed. 

“I must've looked crazy,” I said and he chuckled. 

“It's honorable how much you care about a hybrid," he said and I was confused. “I mean of course… Even though he isn't mine I love him to pieces. I wouldn't know what to do if I did lose him” I said and he nodded. 

“Come on,” he said as he led me inside and I don’t know where he was leading me if he thought we’d find… Jaehyuk who was standing in front of the candy aisle with his hands grabbing multiple gummy candies. 

I should’ve looked here first… 

“Hey, why are you crying?” the boy asked me and I didn’t realize. “y/n? Are you okay? Who is–” he was suddenly defensive… but I hugged him. “I thought I lost you!” I cried and he chuckled. “I guess I shouldn't have left you. I swore to myself I was gonna be quick,” he said as he patted my head. 

“Where did you find this do–” “Ah! I should get going…” The guy left and I was confused. “Wait! I need to thank you… I mean you helped me from those guys and found him.” I said and he smiled. “No worries… just be safe,” he said and I shook my head. 

“Please?” I asked and he sighed but looked at Jaehyuk almost… scared. “Oh… he’s harmless, trust me. Or… are you allergic?” I asked knowing some people were allergic to feline hybrids. 

“No… I'm not, I just don’t want to intrude” he said and I chuckled. “y/nnie… he’s a h–” “Ok then!” he said and I nodded. “Hmm. What’s around to eat Jaehyuk?” I asked him and he sighed… 

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[ragzonacamrencruise]

Could you do Azutara and the soulmate au for the send a ship prompt?

soulmates au is #1

hehehehe okay let's do this!

this is an universe where the first words spoken to you by your soulmate gets tattooed anywhere on your body.

...

Azula never really believed in this soulmate stuff everyone was always talking about. Maybe it was because her mom realised her dad wasn't her supposed soulmate and left with another man who she thinks is. Well, if you ask Azula, she'd fume that her mom should've figured it out before she had two kids. No, really, what kinda universe would like for a 6 year old and an 8 year old to be motherless?

So, it comes as a surprise to Azula when she turns her head to the seats next to her. She's always been a cricket geek. Don't ask her why, she doesn't know. It can be a nail-biting, edge-of-the-seat thriller sometimes, and she likes it for the excitement, maybe. She'd always come to this stadium whenever the Fire Ferrets are playing. And she'd always book this row of seats to watch from. It had better vantage over the whole ground and she liked the distance too.

The stairs beside her seat meant, she could up and leave whenever she wanted, if the match was getting quite boring or if she realises her team is losing. But today . . . today is different.

Today she looks to her left and across the stairway, and sure enough, there's this moron of a fan who's wearing blue from top to foot and is screaming his lungs out at the ground whenever his team, the 'Pole Waves' is losing or winning. The weird thing that stands out is his quirky pony-tail.

But that's not what gets Azula's attention. This screaming, pony-tail guy leans forward and backward now and then and that reveals glimpses of the most gorgeous girl Azula's ever laid eyes upon. Sure she could use a little make-up to boost her prominent features, but from this distance, Azula's pretty sure that up close, the girl would sure be dazzling.

From the glimpses she's been getting, Azula bets that the girl is embarrassed by the screaming, pony-tail guy. Surely, they've come together. A petty resentment bubbles up inside Azula's chest. Not because she's jealous. But because she doesn't believe in soulmates and she has no idea what the universe has in store for her, if it decides to act up. She doesn't wanna get her hopes up with that pretty girl, who she's only gonna see this one time and probably never gonna see again.

She averts her eyes from seat across the stairway. And good thing she did too. Because the Pole Waves just hit a 6 and the ball is coming straight to Azula's face.

Azula, being Azula, extends her arm out in a cat like reflex, catching the ball in her hand, efforlessly.

The whole stadium erupts in cheer for the Pole Waves, and people around Azula erupt in cheer for her, amazed at the way she caught the ball. She looks at the ball in her hand. It feels gross and wet. Her face takes up a disgusted look before she throws the ball towards the ground, in order to resume the play.

And the next thing she knows, she's flinching from a sudden shrill sound in her left ear.

"OH MY GOD! THAT WAS AWESOME!! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?! I KNOW WE SUPPORT OUR OPPONENTS BUT THAT WAS PRETTY COOL!!!!! I'M SOKKA BY THE WAY!!!!! WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!?!?!"

Okay, so, Azula's pretty sure that she just went deaf.

She looks to her side and her eyes instantly find the pony-tail guy with an excited look on his face, looking expectantly at her. The guy spent too long yelling at the ground that he almost forgot what it is like to talk normally, Azula assumes.

Her face is still warped, trying to recover from her ringing ear, when the girl she spent most of the tournament stealing glances at, comes up behind the pony-tail guy (did he say Sokka was him name?! No, she's pretty sure it's Succa-), and the girl grabs his arm and pulls him away, muttering something in his ear, that Azula guesses is supposed to ask him to behave himself.

Azula leaves for her home then, having had enough of this debacle. Her team is losing badly anyways.

...

She doesn't know how. She doesn't know why. But when she looks to her left side across the stairway near her seat in the stadium, Azula's eyes fall helplessly on the same girl her eyes fell on weeks ago and her stomach does this curious back-flip. It's like a weird sort of deja vu, Azula thinks, but somehow she also remembers both the events as clear as glass.

She shakes her head and tries to watch the game. But her wandering mind doesn't stop flying over the details. Azula had spent the better half of an entire week after the last match to forget about the girl with the brilliant blue eyes, brown locks of hair that fall on her shoulders like waves, and her loud as fuck companion (Azula gave up on remembering his name and just calls him 'Pony-tail guy' in her head).

But, Azula never thought she'll be seeing that girl again, considering how she's seen a lot of beautiful girls but never had the chance to see them again. But this . . . this feels different somehow. She doesn't want to think about it, but it's all she can think about. Maybe she also thinks about how the girl would look up close, or how full the girl's lips are-

Wait- The girl's lips are full, right?!

Azula's eyes immediately shoot to her left, unable to resist herself anymore. But she almost reels back in shock when she finds the other girl staring straight at her, hypnotic blue eyes locking on to Azula's golden brown orbs for not more than 2 seconds, before she averts her heated gaze to whatever the pony-tail guy is screaming about.

There's a significant distance between them, but Azula's body reacts to the silent interaction (if she can even call it that) as if the blue-eyed girl was standing right in front of her. What will Azula do if the girl actually stands before her and stares at her like that, Azula doesn't like to spend too much time mulling over. This is hard enough as it is.

The rest of the match, Azula feels eyes on her. Blue ones, to be precise. But she almost nails her own eyes to the ground in front of her, trying not to look back to her left. She even finds herself getting distracted by the game for a little while. After all, that's what she came here to do, didn't she?!

At recess, the pony-tail guy moves to the stairway towards the area where snacks are sold, and he immediately recognises Azula, much to Azula's resentment.

"Hey! You're the girl who caught the ball last match!" He calls over to her. Azula looks at him awkwardly, giving him the fakest smile she could muster. He pays no heed to her unease. "I'm Sokka, remember?! We met last match!"

Actually, she remembers him as 'pony-tail guy', but he doesn't need to know that.

"Yeah . . ." She trails off, not really wanting to have a full-blown small talk. "I remember."

"Cool!!" He beams. "I'm here with my sister. Wanna come join us?!"

Okay, so they aren't together together. They're siblings. Geez, she should've known better. Also, who joins a stranger on their first time meeting?! Second time meeting but it doesn't really count.

"I . . . uh . . ." Azula doesn't know what'll happen to her if she ever has a proper conversation with the blue-eyed girl. Her brother seems to sport the same eye shade too; must be a family event.

The overly-excited brother seems to catch on to Azula's hesitation. "Hey, it's okay. I get it! You don't have to if you don't want to. Have a nice day!" He chirps and gives her a wide smile before heading his way to the snack stands.

Azula's eyes land on the pony-tail guy's sister as he leaves and she looks . . . wait, pissed?! Why does she look pissed off?! She's glaring at her brother's retreating form and Azula's body shudders at the look on the girl's face. She looks extremely fucking hot when she's pissed and Azula doesn't know what to do with this information.

Blue eyes fall on Azula suddenly, and Azula panics and turns to the ground in a hurry, not wanting to look at the girl when her mind is starting to fill with unholy thoughts.

When the game ends, Fire Ferrets gaining victory quicker than she anticipated, Azula walks out of the stadium at top speed, not wanting to dwell there any longer.

...

It's the blue-eyed girl.

She's here.

From this angle, only the blue-eyed girl's wild, wavy, brown locks are visible and yet Azula recognised her in a jiffy.

Azula's pretty sure she hasn't seen this girl in this coffee shop. She would know cuz this is the shop she comes to regularly and never once had she seen this girl here. It's all very suspicious. It's already the third time her eyes are finding the girl in like two months and Azula's getting worried that it's the universe playing tricks on her.

She averts her eyes from the line before the coffee shop counter where the blue-eyed girl is standing at.

No, she thinks. She wouldn't let the universe dictate her life. She's already had enough of it through her mother. She has her coffee order on the table she's sitting at and that's all she needs to look at. NOT the counter.

Maybe the girl and her loud-as-fuck brother are new to town or something. Yeah. That could be it. All Azula needs to do is wait till the girl leaves the shop and then continue on with her life like nothing happened.

Azula looks at the counter slyly, through her lashes, trying to see if the coast is clear for her. But unfortunately for her, the blue-eyed girl turns around from the counter, having received her order, and steps out of line.

Maybe it really is Azula's unlucky day or something, when the blue eyes that's been haunting her from day one, falls directly on her in a sharp glance and Azula's stomach jumps up to her mouth.

The girl stops dead on her tracks, coffee almost spilling from her hand. Azula's heart skips a beat when the girl stares at her with her lips falling open slowly.

But it only lasts a second more, before blue eyes frown deeply and rush out of the shop in a hurry.

Azula blinks at the blank space left at the girl's wake.

She really needs to get her health checked.

...

Azula gets a ticket far away from her usual seat. She does NOT want to run into that damned girl again. Azula would never ever admit to the way her stoamch flips every time they have a silent interaction though.

She walks into the stadium for a much awaited relaxing match, a little strange with getting a different seat from her usual one. And she made sure that the Pole Waves were NOT playing this match, so the chances of running into the girl and her pony-tailed brother are almost zero.

She melts into her seat, excited for her team.

...

Azula's in the middle of watching her team win deliberately, when she hears a sharp voice near her.

"Are you stalking me?"

She whips her head around, almost missing a whiplash. And the moment she does, her eyes fall on wavy, brown hair and stunningly deep, blue eyes that's all too familiar; and her heart jumps to her throat.

The moment she recognises who it is, there is a sudden sharp pain in the nape of her neck. Her eyes are locked on the girl's hypnotic ones, but she can't help but get distracted by the pain she's feeling on her neck.

She hisses softly, her palm flying to her neck and catching hold of her nape, trying to ease the pain. But the girl in front of her is having none of it.

"I'll call the cops if I catch you trailing me next time." The girl says, before turning on her heel and walking away briskly.

Azula stares after her, still wincing from the pain on her neck.

What just happened?!

...

Azula spends almost fifteen minutes trying to angle her phone in a way that would photograph the back of her neck. She's in her room, trying so hard not to think of the girl and how the hell she found her in a stadium full of people.

And damn this cursed pain.

Her neck is sore, and Azula's pretty sure that a bee stung her or something. She really needs to see what's going on in order to plan the best course of action.

She gives up after fifteen minutes though. It's tiresome to twist and turn your hand in order to take a picture of the back of your neck. Then suddenly, and idea hits her. She's seen hairstylists do this and it really is the best course of action.

She runs to her dressing mirror and opens the front camera in her phone. She holds the phone behind her neck and the reflection of the front camera's image falls on the mirror in front of her and-

Wait a damn minute-

Is that a tattoo?!

She gasps and drops her phone in shock.

No way . . .

She picks her phone back up and holds it behind her neck again, not believing her eyes.

It's a tattoo, for sure. It says, "Are you stalking me?" in neat, cursive, black letters and the skin around it is tender and red. But that doesn't stop the faint blue glow that's emanating from the etching on her nape.

It looks . . . beautiful.

The reality of the situation sinks in Azula's brain.

Sure, she knows the significance of this. It's been literally told to her a million times by million different people, what happens when the first words are spoken to you by your soulmate. But she never really wanted it to happen to her, and the fact that it happened with the girl she's been dying to get out of her head is completely insane for Azula.

And imagine the look on the girl's face if Azula goes and proclaims this revelation to her.

Keyword: IF.

...

Azula's scaning through the different varieties of milk kept at the shelves of Walmart. She's been here for five minutes and still hasn't arrived upon a choice.

And that's when she feels herself getting yanked by the arm all of a sudden. She yelps at the quick tug, stumbling along the store out of balance, trying to pull her arm away from the deadly grip.

She feels herself getting dragged to the back of the store to where the restrooms are. The door opens and shuts and Azula feels a sharp pain on her back as she gets slammed against the closed door of the surprisingly big Walmart bathroom.

She hisses in pain, closing her eyes and throwing her head back.

Her collars get yanked forward and her hazy vision focuses on the person in front of her. Her eyes immediately widen as she realises it's the blue-eyed girl standing close to her, breathing hot air against her face in short gasps.

"Didn't I tell you not to stalk me?! I don't even need the police to take you down."

Azula flinches from the proximity, her heartbeat through the roof. She rests her hands on the girl's hips, readily available for her to hold.

And what's this whole thing about Azula being a stalker?!

Azula was literally buying milk. The whole thing is just confusing as fuck to her, so she takes a deep breath. She contemplates the situation for a whole minute, staring at her supposed soulmate in question.

Then she speaks in a firm, soft voice. "I'm Azula, and I'm your soulmate."

The blue eyed girl stares at her. "What?"

"I'm Azula, and I'm your soulmate." Azula repeats herself, thinking that the girl didn't hear her properly.

"No way-" The girl cuts herself short and suddenly winces in pain.

Azula's brow raises as she notices the girl's hand fall away from her collars and clutch her chest. "Ow!" She exclaims.

A faint, golden glow erupts from the girl's chest and Azula can't help but notice that the colour is so pretty bouncing off of the girl's deep, blue eyes.

The hand still clutching Azula's collar is now doing it for a different purpose. The girl is completely bracing herself against Azula and she can't help but think that she wants the girl to do it more.

She's trying so hard to soothe the pain, but Azula knows exactly how that pain feels, as she experienced the same thing mere days ago. It's especially hard if someone hasn't had a tattoo experience before.

"Don't fight it." Azula quips, not really knowing what to say or do.

When Katara looks up finally, Azula notes that she's completely in a state of shock, still trying to make sense of whatever is happening. Her delicate, brown fingers catch hold of her blouse and removes the top button carefully.

When she pulls her shirt collars apart, revealing her chest, a small gasp escapes both of their throats.

The faint gold-tinted glow is wrapped around fine, neat, and precise, black, embedded writing that says, "I'm Azula, and I'm your soulmate."

The blue eyed girl's delicate fingers run over the tattoo that conveniently sits right on top of her chest bone, as if to proclaim that she's Azula's property and no one is supposed to touch her other than Azula herself.

She won't admit it, but Azula likes that idea too much to the point where she wants to kiss the tattoo on the girl's skin over and over again, claiming the blue eyed angel for herself.

The girl stares at Azula, eyes wide with shock.

Then like a whirlwind, she exits the bathroom, leaving Azula blinking at the empty space she left at her wake.

...

Katara's pretty sure she's going crazy. It's not even been a whole week since her soulmate was revealed, and she already feels like the whole world is conspiring against her to make her meet the girl at every chance she gets.

Azula.

Katara would never admit that the stalker's name feels exquisite, rolling off her tongue. She's spent countless hours staring at the glowing tattoo on her chest. It strangely matches the stalker's eye colour and Katara doesn't know what to do with this fact.

She's been trying to avoid anything and everything that is even remotely related to the soulmate situation. It didn't take the humans long to commercialize this whole thing. Anywhere you turn there's a shop that asks you to buy stuff that your soulmate might like.

It's exhausting.

Especially when Katara wants nothing to do with it. She's been dreaming of having her soulmate and ever since she was a little girl, she's been planning their wedding and whatnot. But she certainly did NOT expect a freaking STALKER to be her soulmate.

It crumbled every expectation she's ever had about the whole soulmate situation.

Now, walking rapidly in uptown Republic City, she's determined to avoid any and every commercial shop that is intent on selling her stuff that offers to make the soulmates happy. She's already taken a different route, walking in uncharted territories just so that she might not have to deal with street vendors.

One in particular is this balloon guy. He's been pestering her for full five minutes now, asking her to buy a balloon for her soulmate just because she has the glow surrounding her that only happens to people who've found their soulmates.

"Make them happy today!" He calls out loud towards her, bombarding her with a face full of balloons.

"No, thank you!" She tries to clear out the balloons in front of her face, blocking her vision.

But she isn't quick enough as her foot, unfortunately, finds the step to the sidewalk and she's falling.

She's falling hard and fast, until suddenly, she feels a steady grip on her arm and she's not falling anymore. She jerks forward, her whole body launching in the opposite direction due to the inertia it wants to stay in. But the grip on her arm is firm. A moment later, she's being pulled up.

She's so incredibly grateful for the person who caught her, cuz without them, she would've totally ate dirt.

"Thank you so much for-" Katara's eyes suddenly find the person who helped her and the words die down in her throat.

It's her.

The stalker.

She's looking down at her, casually holding a blue balloon in one hand and Katara with her other. She has this smug smile on her face, as if she knows something Katara doesn't and Katara just wants to slap it away.

"YOU!" Katara exclaims, eyes wide and nose flaring in rage. "This was all your doing, wasn't it?!"

The stalker's eyes narrows ever so slightly. "What?"

Katara's at her wits end here. This is getting waaayyyy outta line and Katara is pretty sure she didn't ask for any of this. "You arranged for that balloon guy, didn't you?!"

Azula's eyes lift up to look over Katara's shoulder and sure enough, the balloon guy is standing there, silently witnessing this happen. All it takes is one harsh glance from Azula and he's running away from them at top speed.

"He was selling balloons for soulmates and I thought something was up." Azula addresses Katara. "So, I bought one."

"Wha-?!" Katara is cut of yet again as she tries to step forward, forgetting that there still is a step to the sidewalk and she ends up falling right into Azula's strong, and ready arms. This time, Azula takes a precautionary step to wrap her free arm around Katara hips, so that she doesn't try and fall on her face again.

The act puts them both closer than Katara would want. But she doesn't yet realise it that it's what she needs.

"And here you are." The stalker emphasizes her point. "Falling for me right on my doorstep."

Katara perks up. "Your what?! NO. YOU are stalking ME."

"Yeah . . . I'm stalking you . . . In my own house . . ."

"Huh?!" Katara frowns comically. "Your house?!"

"Yeah . . . This is my house." The stalker points to the huge mansion behind the gates at the sidewalk. "Wanna come in?" She asks her. "I'm Azula Sei'naka by the way."

"Yeah, no kidding! You've already tattooed that on my chest, didn't you?!"

"It wasn't my fault! You really think I want to have a person like you as my soulmate?!"

Katara blinks at her, offended. "A person like me? What's that supposed to mean?!?!"

Azula wastes no time. "It means that you're obnoxious and entitled."

"Oh-" Katara pauses. "I thought you were offending my ethnicity . . ."

"What? No." Azula's face scrunches up. "Why would I do that? That's lame. I would only intentionally hurt your personality."

"Bold, coming from you, you stalker!"

"I didn't stalk you!" Azula exclaims. "I don't even know your name for god's sake! And you're supposed to be my soulmate! The universe really is trying to test my patience."

Katara's eyes suddenly fall on the balloon clutched in Azula's hand. "That's . . . actually my favourite colour."

Azula pulls back her head. "Yeah . . . I figured." Her golden eyes scan Katara's costume from top to bottom. "That's why I bought it."

Katara takes a step back from Azula's immediate vicinity, giving them both a little room to talk instead of getting distracted.

"Look," Azula begins, already having had enough of this. "You can bicker with me for all eternity, I don't care. But you can make this easier for the both of us and cooperate. I don't think the universe is gonna let you go until you actually talk with me properly. Trust me, I would choose otherwise, but I don't think we're in control. Maybe there's a reason we're paired up."

"Okay . . ."

Azula takes in a deep breath. "So . . . you wanna come inside?"

Katara nods.

***

if i'm ever this inactive here again, come and kill me with a rock. hehehehe.

but here you go! i've been gatekeeping this for long enough and y'all deserve some azutara in your lives :)

if you see any typos, no you didn't 🙈

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Elbert Greetia: Chapter 2

Chapter 1

♡———♡

After breakfast, Lord Elbert, Alfons, and I were invited to the parlor by Victor and William.

Victor: We've already informed you that the inn you went to last night is a temporary storage for stolen goods by a criminal organization...

Kate: Yes, I've heard.

William: The organization operates under the guise of an art dealership called "Bernard Trading Company"...

William: They procure and sell anything, from art to humans, depending on the request of the "collectors," their clients.

(Even humans...?)

A shiver runs down my spine at the casual mention of such a disturbing word.

Victor: It's an international criminal organization. They've been causing damage in various European countries,

Victor: And recently, they've started to extend their reach to England as well.

Alfons: The inn last night was also functioning as a branch of that organization. But it was shut down for some reason...

Alfons: That seems to be the case.

(To think that such an ordinary inn had connections to a criminal organization...)

As I'm surprised by the proximity of the dark underworld, I suddenly feel a gaze from the side.

(...Huh? Is someone watching me?)

Elbert: ........

I turn towards Lord Elbert, who was standing next to me, but he subtly averts his gaze.

(Was it just my imagination...?)

Elbert: ...If it's been revealed to that extent, why haven't they been arrested yet?

Victor: It seems that government officials from various countries are also among the "collectors" of the trading company.

Victor: Obstruction efforts have been made in every country, and they're always one step ahead.

William: If we can crush the organization, we can alleviate Her Majesty's concerns and also gain favor with other countries.

Victor: Exactly! As luck would have it, the organization seems to be holding a party for its "collectors" soon--

Victor's eyes sparkle with excitement as he raises his index finger to the sky.

Victor: Elbert and Alfons are the perfect candidates to infiltrate and make contact! And Kate, you too!

Kate: What!?

William: It was Elbert's own suggestion. Quite unusual.

Kate: Lord Elbert...?

Elbert: I asked Victor if I could go with you...

Elbert: .......Did I do something wrong?

Kate: No, not at all!

(It's thanks to Elbert that I've decided to take my storyteller duties seriously.)

(If I can work by Elbert's side, I'll do my best.)

Kate: Thank you very much. I'll do my best.

Elbert: ... Yes, please do.

Alfons: Now that that's settled, we must get you dressed for the party.

Victor: Great! The weather is nice today, so it's the perfect day for shopping.

Victor: Be careful, especially Elbert. Don't destroy any stores.

William: Your face can be a weapon in a way.

Elbert: ... I understand.

(Destroy stores...? A weapon...?)

-

Amidst the bustling crowds of London, I quickly came to understand the terrifying power of Elbert's captivating beauty.

Daughter with a Book: Oh my, what a handsome man... Could this be a fateful encounter? Wait for me...!

Gentleman with Moustache: Beautiful... Young man, if you have time later, would you be interested in modeling for a painting?

Chariot Coachman: Whoa there! Don't jump out, it's dangerous!!

Passersby were so mesmerized by Elbert that they nearly got run over by carriages...

Elbert: Al, what do you think of this teaspoon?

Alfons: Well... It has a lovely design, but I wouldn't say it's particularly beautiful.

Elbert: I see...

Young Woman: Then I'll buy that spoon! The one he touched!

Nice Lady: No, I'll take it! In fact, I'll buy everything on the shelf! Including everything he touched!

People swarmed and fought over the items Elbert touched... It was like a comedy unfolding before my eyes.

Kate: I-Is this a regular occurrence...?

Alfons: It happens every day.

-

(This is outrageous... Though I can somewhat understand the sentiment.)

And what surprised me even more was Elbert's own behavior.

Elbert: Which is the most beautiful dress here?

Shopkeeper: They're all the most beautiful! Or so I'd like to say, but if I had to choose...

Elbert: I see... Then can I have them all?

Kate and Shopkeeper: Huh!?

Ignoring our surprise, Elbert then stared intently at the displayed accessories.

Elbert: Which is the most beautiful jewel here?

Shopkeeper: T-This 10-carat sapphire necklace, perhaps. But it's a bit pricey...

Elbert: I see... Then I'll take that too.

(What the...)

Old Man with a Cane: Young man, are you looking for something beautiful?

Elbert: ...Yes, but...

Old Man with a Cane: Then you must have this. This is the most beautiful stone in the world.

Elbert: The most beautiful in the world...?

Old Man with a Cane: Indeed. I can't let it go for a pittance.

Elbert: ..............

Alfons: Hey, hey, don't try to pull out your checkbook. That's clearly just a random stone.

If Alfons hadn't stopped him, Elbert would have signed the check.

(Elbert, trying to buy everything...)

It's not my place to comment on someone else's shopping, but his extravagant spending was worrisome enough to make me want to stop him.

Kate: Lord Elbert, a simple dress is fine for me, so please...

Elbert: It's like I'm buying it for myself, so don't worry about it.

Elbert: ...There might be something I'm looking for in here.

(Something he's looking for? In women's dresses and accessories...?)

Kate: What are you looking for?

Elbert: Something I must obtain.

In the end, Elbert bought a vast amount of goods, if not the entire store.

(Elbert's curse was... "The Greedy Queen," wasn't it?)

Kate: Is this hoarding due to the nature of the curse?

Alfons: Well... It's unclear whether he's greedy because of the curse or if his greed attracted the curse.

Alfons: However...

Alfons: Lord Elbert is searching for the most beautiful thing in the world. That's why he joined Crown.

(The most beautiful thing in the world...?)

It was a vague and grandiose term, and it seemed a bit difficult to find something that lived up to it in the city.

Kate: Shouldn't we go to the British Museum instead of a street corner...?

Alfons: Of course, we've scoured museums and art galleries as well. But we haven't found it yet.

Kate: Ah, I see... So you're looking for the most beautiful thing "in Elbert's eyes."

Alfons: However, it's a bit troublesome because while he desires beautiful things, El doesn't trust his own intuition.

Kate: ....… He doesn't trust it?

Alfons: Yes. Therefore, he needs the opinions of others to determine whether something is beautiful.

With a somewhat bewitching glint, Alfons' gaze turned towards Elbert.

Elbert was now talking to a shoemaker, looking at the items displayed before him.

Kate: I see... Oh, but wait...

Kate: Doesn't that mean someone else will decide what's most beautiful for Elbert?

Alfons: It does.

Alfons: Well, if it's truly the most beautiful thing for El, he'll know it with a fateful ping when he gets it.

Alfons: ...Probably.

Kate: Probably.......

(Is it okay to be that casual...?)

(Is it like a hobby or pastime?)

Kate: You know Lord Elbert very well, Alfons.

Alfons: Yes. We've been "friends" since childhood.

Elbert: What are you talking about...?

Having finished his conversation with the shoemaker, Elbert came over and tilted his head beautifully.

Several men and women nearby fainted at the gesture.

Alfons: Just small talk. About your troublesome collecting habit of desiring beautiful things even though you don't understand beauty.

Elbert: Ah... That.

Elbert: ...If you find anything beautiful, let me know.

His hair swayed gently, casting a shadow on his ocean-blue eyes, making him look more dazzling than anything else in the shop.

Kate: O-Okay...

(I can't say it's right in front of me...)

Tearing my gaze away from Elbert, I looked across the street and noticed a large cat with pure white fur in a shop window.

(Wow... What a beautiful cat.)

Kate: How about that one? It's a real beauty.

Elbert: ...A cat?

Elbert: If you say so... Maybe I'll take it home.

As we crossed the street and approached it, the cat in the shop window showed interest in us and walked towards us adorably.

Kate: Hehe... So cute.

Elbert: ..............

Elbert gently reached out his hand, and the cat rubbed its cheek against his palm through the glass.

(...Huh?)

Alfons: ...........

I suddenly noticed Alfons watching the scene with a strange expression.

Kate: ...Alfons? Is something wrong?

Alfons: ...No? It's nothing.

(He looked like he wanted to say something... Was it just my imagination?)

Alfons: W-Well, let's wrap it up. I'm busy tonight.

Kate: Do you have something to do?

Alfons: Yes, I have some wicked fun to have in London tonight.

(...Is he joking or serious?)

(I still don't know much about Alfons either.)

-

––In the end, the carriage was filled with a mountain of luggage.

Kate: Is it okay to buy so much? Do you have enough money?

(Even for a noble, money can't just flow like water, right...?)

Alfons: Crown is employed by Her Majesty, so we're paid quite well.

Alfons: And there's one more secret.

Alfons: The things that don't meet El's standards are left in his room like junk.

Kate: Huh?

Alfons: I sell them off without his permission.

Kate: Sell... What!?

He said it so nonchalantly that my surprise came out as a voice.

Alfons: The funny thing is, they fetch a high price just because "Count Greetia collected them!"

Alfons: Thanks to that, the Greetia family's finances are always in the black.

Alfons: I do dispose of obvious trash like stones and glass shards, though.

Kate: C-Can you really sell them without permission?

Elbert: ...Yeah, it's fine.

Just before getting into the carriage, Elbert said, almost like a monologue, in a dazzling voice.

Elbert: I have no interest in things that aren't beautiful.

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Chapter 3

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Unexpected Encounter- Nico hischier x reader

Nico Hischier, the talented center for the New Jersey Devils, found himself with an unexpected afternoon off in the heart of New York City. It was a rare moment of calm amidst a busy hockey season, and he decided to take advantage of it by exploring the bustling streets of Manhattan.

Meanwhile, Y/N, a dedicated media coordinator for the New York Rangers, was rushing to grab a quick coffee between press briefings and interviews at a nearby café. Dressed in her usual professional attire, she darted through the crowded streets, her mind preoccupied with the upcoming game against their rivals, the Devils.

Their paths collided in a small local store—a quaint bookstore that Y/N often frequented to escape the chaos of her job. She rounded a corner with her coffee cup in hand just as Nico turned, both of them failing to notice each other until it was too late. The collision was inevitable, and in a split second, hot coffee splattered across Y/N's blouse.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Nico exclaimed, his Swiss accent tinting his words with sincerity. He immediately reached for napkins on the nearby shelf, flustered and apologetic.

Y/N blinked in surprise, the initial shock of being drenched in coffee giving way to amusement as she realized who had inadvertently caused the mishap. "It's okay, really," she assured him, accepting the napkins with a smile. "These things happen."

Nico's cheeks colored slightly with embarrassment. "I'm really sorry. Let me buy you another coffee."

She laughed softly, shaking her head. "No, no need. Accidents happen, right?"

Relieved that she wasn't upset, Nico took a breath, his blue eyes earnest as he offered, "Well, let me at least give you my number. In case you need anything... like dry cleaning expenses."

Y/N chuckled, charmed by his genuine concern. "Sure, that works."

She took his phone and tapped in her number, exchanging a brief smile with Nico before they went their separate ways. As he walked back to his hotel, Nico couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to see Y/N again, to make amends for the clumsy encounter.

---

Weeks passed, and the day finally arrived when the New Jersey Devils were scheduled to play against the New York Rangers at Madison Square Garden. The atmosphere was electric with anticipation as fans filled the arena, eager for the rivalry game to unfold.

In a quieter corner of the arena, away from the cheering crowds and flashing cameras, Nico spotted Y/N. She was busy coordinating media access and ensuring everything ran smoothly for the game. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her, remembering their chance meeting weeks ago.

He approached her tentatively, hoping she would remember him amidst the chaos of game day. "Hey," he greeted, a nervous smile playing on his lips.

Y/N looked up from her clipboard, surprise lighting up her face as she recognized him. "Hey! Nico, right?"

He nodded, relief flooding through him that she remembered. "Yeah, that's me. How have you been?"

"Busy, as always," she replied with a grin, gesturing to the flurry of activity around them. "Game days are always a bit hectic."

"I can imagine," Nico agreed, glancing around. "Listen, after the game... would you like to grab dinner? As a thank you for not being too mad about the coffee incident?"

Y/N chuckled, her eyes sparkling. "I think I can forgive you for that."

---

After the thrilling game that ended with a narrow victory for the Devils, Nico and Y/N found themselves seated at a cozy restaurant nearby. They talked effortlessly, swapping stories about their lives beyond the hockey rink and media spotlight. Nico was fascinated by Y/N's passion for her job and her witty sense of humor. Y/N, in turn, admired Nico's dedication to hockey and his down-to-earth personality.

As the evening wore on, their initial awkwardness melted away, replaced by a comfortable familiarity. They laughed over shared interests and debated good-naturedly about hockey strategies, finding common ground in unexpected places.

By the time dessert arrived, Nico realized he didn't want the night to end. He hesitated for a moment, then gathered his courage to ask, "Would you maybe want to do this again sometime?"

Y/N smiled, her eyes warm with affection. "I'd like that."

And so began a connection that started with a clumsy encounter in a bookstore and blossomed into something neither of them expected—a shared journey of laughter, support, and the beautiful unpredictability of falling for someone unexpected.