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disneyprincemuke · 1 month

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mrs all american * fem!driver

who is that guy in the andretti racing garage?

pairings: bother figures x fem!driver, 4lyfers x fem!driver

notes: if u think u've read this before, u probably have but like,,,,,,,,,,,,, i rewrote the entire thing to fit the new vibe so hey lol

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

“there she is,” oscar mutters, pushing himself off the wall he’d been leaning on. “we’ve been looking for you all weekend. you’re barely around.”

the girl in her team gear, stops immediately with wide eyes and turns to her friends. “what? oh, hi.”

logan furrows his eyebrows, tilting his head. “where have you been? you’ve been so unreachable since you arrived in vegas. is everything okay?”

she tilts her head, looking curiously between her two best friends. “what do you mean? i’ve been here all weekend. maybe you guys just haven’t done enough to find me.”

she knows exactly what they’re talking about. the entire weekend, she’s been camping out in her driver’s room avoiding everyone else. for good reason: her boyfriend’s finally had the time to come out and watch a race.

not only that, she’s finally decided to just rip the bandaid off and introduce him to everyone with his consent, of course. she’d been hiding him from everyone, afraid that they might scare him off too quick with their antics and borderline insane behaviour.

logan throws his head back. “you’re being kinda weird. is somebody threatening you with something again?”

“you’re being weird,” she mutters, looking towards the andretti racing home. “i’ve just been really busy this weekend. lots of stuff for me to do and go over with sebastian.”

oscar hums, tapping a finger on his lip. “but i’ve seen liam more than you.”

“it’s just sebastian and i. racing strategies and whatnot and telling me what else i need to fix with my driving,” she shrugs. it should really be concerning that lying to them has become a common occurrence lately and it’s slowly becoming easier. but it should also be concerning that they hadn’t noticed up until this weekend the increased secrecy from her side.

though, it shouldn’t be all that shocking that they’re starting to know less and less about one another’s lives. logan has moved out, after all.

“you’re sure you’re alright?” oscar tilts his head, furrowing his eyebrows in concern. “are we still going out tonight?”

“yeah, of course!” she nods a little too eagerly that she doesn’t notice logan and oscar exchange a look. “i was just busy leading up to the race. i swear i’m fine, guys.”

oscar hums. “alright. we’ll see you later for the parade.”

she takes a step back at the group of older drivers gathered outside her racing home. “what are you guys doing here?”

“p wouldn’t stop saying something about seeing a guy she’s seen on the tv in your garage earlier when she passed it,” max mutters without turning his head to look at her, just continues to crane his neck to try and make out the faces through the windows looking into the hospitality.

she tilts her head and furrows her eyebrows. “what?”

“yeah, she told me too,” lando says, mirroring max’s actions. he tilts his head before turning around. he stands a little straighter and points at her. “we asked liam and he didn’t know who the andretti guest is. you don’t know anything about that, do you?”

she chews on the inside of her cheek. “i don’t recall having a big name guest in our side of the paddocks today.”

“really?” max turns, furrowing his eyebrows. “at all? don’t you usually know stuff?”

she shrugs and starts to walk towards the stairs leading to the main doors. “not this weekend, no. i’ve been pretty busy with my own stuff.”

lando hums and rests his hands on his hips, following her towards the door. “really? you’re not lying to us? this is important to p — you love her. just tell us who it is.”

she holds her hands in the air and laughs, turning around right before she walks in. “i’ve literally got no idea who they decided to bring in. you might have better luck with seb.”

max shakes his head, lips pursed in frustration. “we already tried asking him earlier. he doesn’t seem to know who the guest is either… how is it possible that none of you know?”

“i haven’t really paid much attention, really,” she lies with another shrug before turning on her heel. “i’ll see you guys later. save me a spot with you guys on the wee truck, okay?”

“open the door!”

she flinches from her spot on the beanbag, jumping off as she looks at the man previously cozied up with her. “that’s my teammate,” she whispers at him. “what do i do?”

matt throws his hands in the air. “why are you asking me that? like you said — it’s your teammate.”

“i have to open the door. what am i going to do?”

“well, you invited me so i could meet your friends. what’s the harm in meeting liam before the race?”

she contemplates for a second, looking up at the ceiling momentarily. “you don’t know these twats like i do, if i tell them about you now, i’ll never hear the end of it.”

he hums, scrunching his nose. “so what do you wanna do now? he’s at the door.”

“open the door, mate!” liam’s voice comes from the other side, the door rattling slightly as he knocks again. “i know you’re inside.”

“give me a fucking minute!” she screams, hurling a packet of maltesers next to her on the ground towards the door. “be patient!” she looks back at matt. “i need you to hide behind the door for now. i promise you’ll get to meet my insane teammate and friends after the race. just not now.”

he laughs, letting her pull him up from the beanbag, dragging him behind the door would wind up after she opens it. “okay, well be careful not to give too much away.”

she opens the door and fixes her hair, sighing exasperatedly. “what do you want?”

“seb said he’s been texting you to come down. they want to have one last team meeting before the driver’s parade,” liam rambles. “and what took you so long to answer the door?”

she blinks blankly at him, trying to take her brain for a believable lie. “i was finding my clothes.”

“clothes… what would… what?”

she hums, nodding. “i was naked. sorry.”

liam throws his head back with a groan. “okay, i’m sorry i bothered asking.” he turns around and takes a step towards the stairs, “seb wants you downstairs as soon as possible. i’ll see you in a bit.”

she closes the door when liam takes a step on the stairs, turning to her side and sighing heavily. she hunches over and shakes her head. “i literally hate all of them.”

“don’t be like that,” he laughs, pinching her cheek gently. “i’ll see you later, okay? before your race starts?”

she grins. “okay. blythe should be here any minute with ylona and lily then you guys can go explore the circuit again while i’m busy.” he nods, leaning down with puckered lips. she gets on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against his before opening the door again. “see ya.”

“are you hiding someone from me?” the girl, who’s just walked into the pitlane to head to the grid for the driver’s parade takes a step back with a clueless blink. “max keeps pestering me about the guest for tonight. something about p recognising the guy?”

she shrugs, eyebrows furrowed. “why do you just assume i always know more than you?”

liam shrugs as well, frowning. “i don’t know. everyone’s just always asking about our guest today,” liam says with a frown.

realistically, she feels bad lying straight through her teeth to everyone. but she doesn’t need anyone messing with her when the truth happens to come out before the race starts. it’s just not something she thinks she needs.

besides, everybody will find out after the race. she will just explain herself then.

“i’ve got no idea what’s going on with our garage today,” she takes a sip from her pepsi, blinking at liam innocently. “guess we’ll find out later?”

“find what out?” oscar tilts his head as they come to a stop right by him and lando, waiting for the truck to start their lap around the track.

“why max and lando keep lingering outside our racing home today,” liam frowns. “i’m not the centre of attention and it’s simply absurd.”

lando sighs, shaking his head. “i know. i was at your side of the paddocks more than i’ve been at my own.”

she shrugs with a small grin. “someone kinda famous, i guess. according to p, at least.”

“it’s not jacob elordi again, is it?” carlos pokes his head between lando’s and hers, furrowing his eyebrows. he turns to her, met with an unamused stare and head tilt. he shrugs. “just curious. who knows if you’re seeing him again?”

she looks around their huddle, suddenly greeted by curious stares and raised eyebrows. she throws her arms in the air and shakes her head. “i’m not seeing jacob again! i haven’t seen him since the miami race last year! please let it go!”

alex narrows his eyes down with a small smirk. “you sound like you know something about andretti’s special guest.”

“you liar!” liam screams.

“i don’t!” she turns to liam with her arms in the air. she turns to alex and scowls. “why are you stirring drama? i don’t know anything about who andretti’s decided to give their stupid pass to this weekend, okay?”

alex hums, pressing his lips together. “that’s not what logan told me.”

“why would logan know anything about andretti’s guest this weekend? i’ve barely seen him.”

he shrugs, “i really thought that would break you.”

“nice try,” oscar sighs, shaking his head. “you really don’t know anything?”

she shakes her head. “i really don’t. now can we please talk about something else?”

liam had been walking out of his driver’s room, on his way down for the race start when he heard two voices coming from the room next to him. normally, it would have been okay, considering he knew blythe would be around tonight.

but it’s a man’s voice, which makes it all the more intriguing.

“don’t forget to watch the purple car — i’m in the andretti, okay? not the red bull, not the ferrari or the bright papaya that’s the mclaren,” he hears her say. “you’re here to watch me.”

liam furrows his eyebrows, stepping towards the door with light feet to minimise the sounds to reduce suspicion. he presses his ear against the door.

“i don’t even know what a ferrari is.”

he hears her laugh, followed by footsteps approaching the door. “i’ll see you later, malt. love you.”

the door clicks, prompting liam to hurl himself towards the stairs leading downstairs, stumbling and sliding down a couple of steps. liam pulls himself up with the railing, trying to ignore the way he can hear the confusion as the door closes.

“what are you doing?”

liam hops up to his feet, one of his foot sliding off at the edge of the steps. he coughs to cover it up and shakes his head. “i’m just super excited to be racing in vegas.”

she tilts her head and furrows her eyebrows. “are you sure? is something wrong?”

he shakes his head. “nope. nothing.”

perhaps she will break the news to him after the race? he doesn’t think he’s ever heard her say that phrase to anyone, much less know anyone called ‘malt’. what even is that name? did somebody actually name their kid malt?

“you don’t have anything to ask me?” she bites down on her lip, trying to keep the laugh in.

truthfully, she had heard the door rattle a couple of times and assumed that liam was being nosey outside her driver’s room. she’s more surprised that her teammate is not probing her for a more defined answer other than a shrug.

“i guess,” liam shrugs dejectedly.

he just wants her to tell him instead of having to ask her outright.

“alright, mate,” she laughs, furrowing her eyebrows. “by the way, you’re coming for ice cream tonight, right? i’ve got someone i want you to meet.”

that’s another race she finishes on the podium, on the bottom step behind checo and max. it’s absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she’s got a special guest in her garage watching, the car was just good.

she knows that because liam’s finished directly behind her. she would have given him the podium if sebastian hadn’t insisted that there’s no driver swap necessary and that it would only be riskier to do so.

she climbs out of the car, eyes crinkled towards the team gathered behind the barriers for her. she tears all of her headgear off and immediately runs forward to where her team is gathered.

“amazing!” sebastian screams, arms wide open as she starts to approach them. “good job, kid!”

she screeches, hopping over to where they are with her fists in the air. “i did it! i literally love vegas! year after year, all vegas does is give me is bangers!”

she jumps into sebastian’s arms, cheering along with her team of mechanics with their arms wrapped around her as well. “yay! another podium for me!”

she pulls away and pushes her hair away from her face and sighs. she looks around the crowd. “where’s blythe and matt? did you not bring them over?”

sebastian grins with a shrug. “they’re in the back of the crowd — blythe said she wasn’t sure if you wanted to be seen with him right now so they’re lingering somewhere back there.”

she sighs and grabs sebastian’s shoulders, nodding. “could you get them here to the front?” from the corner of her eye, she sees liam approaching her. “i’ll get back to you.”

“hey, congrats!” liam cheers, throwing himself around her and holds her tightly against him. “i know you had somebody in your room earlier and i know damn well it wasn’t blythe.”

“i know. you rattled the door with all your moving,” she whispers her answer before bubbling into a laugh. she drops her head slightly as a blush slowly creeps up her cheeks. “i’m seeing somebody.”

“i also know that,” liam grins, a hand still on the small of her back. “do i get to meet him?”

“obviously. do you know how difficult it’s been to keep him out of everyone’s sight all day?” she snorts, rolling her eyes. “i promise you’ll get to meet him.”

“hey, rocky!” she whirls back towards the crowd and shrieks at the sight of her sister, then matt standing behind her. “congratulations on the podium, mate!”

“blythe! thank you!” she hops over once more, arms held out and immediately engulfed into a hug by her younger sister. “thank you so much for coming. i know you have a tournament in a couple of days.”

blythe shrugs, grinning cheekily at her. “well, you did pay for my flight… so anything for you.”

the young girl quickly takes whatever she can of a step back and gestures for matt to take a step forward. “hey, congrats! if i didn’t know any better, i’d have said you made it on the podium to make sure everyone knew i had such an amazing girlfriend.”

she rolls her eyes, hitting him in the chest softly. “shut up,” she snorts with an eye roll before she takes a step forward to pull him in for a hug. “thank you for coming and staying all weekend to watch my race.”

“obviously, how could i not take up the chance on your paddock passes?” he whispers in her ear, pulling away. he pinches her cheeks and pulls very lightly, leaning down to mush their lips together. “thanks again, by the way.”

she giggles, cheeks flushing as she tries to ignore the flashes rapidly going off around them. “how can i not?”

“oh.” liam walks up to them and leans on the railing, looking between them. “how rude — you’re not going to introduce your teammate at all to the man you’re kissing?”

she turns around. “i have an interview to do. i’ll introduce you guys later,” she scoffs, smiling apologetically at matt before shoving liam away. she looks back over her shoulder. “i’ll be with you later again i promise.”

she doesn’t notice the dutchman awaiting his interview, eyes wide and jaw dropped at what he had just witnessed happen towards the andretti side of the area. what a revelation.

“what do we have here?” she flinches as she opens the door, taken aback by the taller man — men — who stand in the porch of the racing home with arms over their chests. matt huffs when she walks right into his body, stumbling slightly and hands coming up to grab her shoulder firmly. “i saw you kissing a man after the race.”

she lifts an eyebrow. “okay? indeed i was.”

max tilts his head with a small grin, pushing her aside. the girl stumbles over her feet, matt nervously trying to steady her by reaching out to grab her arm. max holds his hand out. “i’m max. i can fight.”

“max!” she shrieks, pushing max’s arm away before it can be grabbed cordially. “what is wrong with you? that’s not how you introduce yourself!”

but as she’s preoccupied with max, to her horror, she’s turned back around and the other 3 have already surrounded the poor boy with furrowed eyebrows and questions spilling past their lips.

who are you, where do you live, what are your intentions with rocky, how long have you known her, who even are you? and this is exactly why she hesitated even bringing him to the race to watch her.

“hey, what are you doing? stop doing that!” she cries, running back around to try and shoo off alex, george and lando who have well invaded her boyfriend’s personal space. before she can take 3 steps away, max grabs her shoulder and yanks her back toward him to hold her in place. “you guys are embarrassing me! you’re worse than my siblings!”

“oh, you’ve met her siblings!” alex cheers for a moment before wiping the smile from his face. “so? what are they gonna do to protect you? they’re so much younger.”

“hey! those are my sisters and brother you’re talking about!”

“ah, you get what i mean,” alex waves her off, snorting softly. he returns his attention to the boy with a small amused grin. “so? you plan on answering our questions, mate? we’ll be here all night if you don’t.”

the brunette grins, green eyes piercing into their own. “i’m matt cornett. i’m an actor,” he points shyly at her, held hostage by max, “she’s my girlfriend.”

“girlfriend?” lando screams incredulously, throwing his head back in disbelief. he turns to the girl and points at matt. “you found yourself a boyfriend? did you use our advice?”

she stares at them, blinking with a toothy and fearful grin. “why… would i use your shit advice?”

“why wouldn’t you?” alex furrows his eyebrows with a small scowl on his face. “you’re so bad at dating — how did you–”

“don’t you look a little familiar?” george starts softly, pointing at matt with squinted eyes. “have we met?”

“last year in vegas at the club when you dragged me out and i was the designated driver,” she mumbles, rolling her eyes. “we met out in the balcony while i tried to escape the horrors of the drunk people downstairs before logan came and pulled me out to go home.”

alex turns to her stiffly with a finger pointed at her. “we weren’t talking to you.”

she raises her eyebrows. “okay, sorry i tried speaking to you. i thought we were friends.”

“we’re getting to know him. we already know enough about you,” lando adds on, waving his hand in the air to dismiss her. “how long have you guys been dating?”

“5… almost 6 months?” matt blinks, smiling slightly to mask the fear he’s slightly feeling.

“ah,” alex nods. “where’d you go take her on a date? better be a nice place — that’s the princess of the grid you’re with. we protect her. i don’t care what her parents said to you.”

“it’s true. i almost beat somebody up in some alley last year for her,” max boasts with a proud smile and his chest puffed out. “even almost sued the crap out him. i would’ve ruined that man’s life if she asked me to.”

max feels the girl patting his shoulder. “not a flex, max… stop talking.”

“we went out to this really nice place in miami,” matt starts explaining softly, choosing his words carefully. “then we went out for ice cream afterwards.”

lando hums, pressing his lips together. he squints and takes a step forward closer to matt. “what’s her ice cream order?”

“rocky road ice cream with extra marshmallows.”

george shrugs. “if he knows that already, seems like we shouldn’t be here anymore,” george turns. “see you around, mate.”

a hand forcefully turns george back to face matt. “we’re not done yet, george. stay here.”

“oh, i didn’t know you were all already here!” oscar laughs, heads turning towards the bottom of the stairs leading up the andretti racing home. “heard you were kissing a boy after the race, mate. had to come and find out what that was all about.”

she sighs, throwing her head back. “yes, there’s even photographic evidence circulating the f1 gossip pages if you look deep enough,” she answers in a deep tone to mimic oscar, “it doesn’t take a genius.”

she gestures towards matt. “my boyfriend. his name is matt.”

oscar grins. “oh, hey. what’s up, mate?”

matt opens his mouth to greet oscar and introduce himself, only to find himself cut off by max speaking out.

“have you made her cry?” max asks with wide eyes. “because one tear is every punch i get to throw without you running off to the media crying about it.”

“max–“

“oh, hey matt!” lily greets sweetly, finding her spot next to oscar on the porch, tangling herself into oscar’s arms. “did you manage to grab dinner with mick and blythe earlier? sorry i had to run.”

silence hangs in the air as lily finishes her sentence, heads turning to her with suspense. she looks around and blinks. “what?”

“you knew about matt?” oscar mutters, staring down at her blankly. “you never told me?”

lily shrugs with a polite smile. “wasn’t my relationship to hardlaunch.”

oscar shrugs, “i guess.”

only then does liam arrive with logan and ylona in tow. logan tilts his head in curiousity at the crowd that’s formed, and at the fact that his girlfriend’s just slipped out of his arms to run up the steps.

“rocky! congrats on the podium tonight!” ylona squeaks, throwing her arms around the younger girl. then she turns around with a wide smile. “sorry i couldn’t join you and blythe for dinner. lily and i had to find a bar to book a table with tonight for after the race.”

“you knew rocky’s dating matt too?” oscar almost shouts, absolutely bewildering at the vital information that seemed to be kept from them.

“rocky’s dating–“ logan finally looks past the crowd and finds the man surrounded by lando, george and alex. “didn’t we meet before? you look familiar.”

the brunette nods. “a club here in vegas this time last year.”

“wait a second,” liam puts a finger over his lip, “didn’t i meet you in new york? i took a picture of you guys, didn’t i? with rocky’s polaroid.”

matt nods again, eyes dropping to avoid the stares. “yes. i have that picture in my wallet still.”

“wait,” logan shakes his head. “you’ve met more than once in clubs?”

“well, you guys kept pulling me away rudely so we didn’t like… exchange socials until we ran into each other again in miami after my race win,” she explains softly.

logan then realises. “ylona, you knew about rocky’s boyfriend and you didn’t tell me?”

ylona shrugs, giving the same answer as lily. “not my relationship to yap about.”

max huffs. “so? what now? we just have to accept the fact you’ve got a boyfriend?”

“yes?” she cries with her arms in the air. “you guys are being so weird right now!”

— bonus

“foul,” logan mutters, shaking his head disapprovingly. “i can’t believe you didn’t tell me she has a boyfriend. when it’s rocky and a potential boyfriend, you tell us.”

lily shakes her head, poking her head out to look over at ylona. “you don’t have to. they’re just protective.”

ylona nods, pressing her lips together. “well, we met matt, you see. he’s a decent guy — didn’t seem like you guys had to run any more background checks on him than we already did.”

“nice,” oscar giggles, high fiving lily.

he looks ahead at the group walking down the strip to get ice cream first before heading to the club, her arms wrapped around matt’s as they walked and chatted with george.

“well, she does look happy,” oscar mutters. “i was afraid she was gonna end up and old maid with 20 cats in her home.”

logan scoffs. “she’s gonna end up with 20 cats regardless.”

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kentopedia · 7 months

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my girl dad dazai post but now i’m thinking abt pm boss dazai as a dad …

he knows the mafia is no place for a child, but then you get pregnant, and he realizes just how badly he does wants to be a dad (even if he thinks he’ll bad at it)

he swears to himself he’ll protect her from all the bad things in the world, but it’s not just him … she’s got everyone in the port mafia wrapped around her little finger. so dazai feels a little better, knowing he’s got a handful of the most powerful ability users looking out for her <3

and she can get away with anythinggg. there is a lot of “just don’t tell your mom” happening (from dazai & everyone else). she loves that everyone has a special ability, but chuuya’s is her favorite bc he can float anything ! and she is dazai’s child so don’t doubt she is a menace !! if chuuya won’t fly her in the air, she’ll start tearing up bc she knowssss it makes him feel bad >:)

dazai has a lot going on with the port mafia, but nothing is more important than you and his daughter. he puts everything aside for the two of you !! the most devoted husband and father

dazai stops, mid sentence, looking up at the sound of the door slamming shut, little footsteps sprinting across the room. he’s in the meeting room with the execs, discussing the foreseeable future of the mafia.

“daddy! daddy!” she shouts, running with something waving wildly in her hand. you’re two steps behind, her but she’s far too quick, too excited about her newest creation to stop. “look what i made!”

and though dazai is in the middle of an important meeting, his entire body language changes, and he’s turning towards the little girl, a big smile on his face. “what did you make today, cutie?” he asks, picking her up to pull into his lap.

“mommy showed me how to paint!” she shoves the canvas into his hand, a proud grin on her face as dazai brushes away her tangled hair. “look! it’s all of us!” she says, but her l’s still sound a little like w’s, and dazai can’t help but marvel at the fact that this sweet little girl has been raised by him.

she points to herself, a stick figure with an odd-shaped head, and nothing more than two lines of dark hair. “that’s me! and there’s you and mommy!” there’s a heart painted between your heads, and it makes dazai melt, the fact that even your daughter can see all the love you have for each other.

he wants to kiss you so badly, overwhelmed by affection for the two most important people in his life.

but then his little girl is pointing to a chaotic block of red and black, painted in splatters in the corner of the canvas. “and there’s uncle chuuya!”

dazai stares at it, blinks, then bursts into a fit of laughter that has his stomach aching. there’s a little hat on top of the mess of paint, and it sends dazai into another spiral.

“let me see that!” chuuya says, grumbling as he snatches the canvas out of dazai’s hand.

“what?” your daughter asks, frowning as she pokes her dad in the face, trying to get him to stop his laughter. “is it bad, uncle chuu?”

and chuuya, who previously had a grumpy expression, softens, not wanting to break the poor girl’s heart. “no, it’s real good,” he promises, even if he’s a bit offended by the portrayal, when she made her own family look so sweet. “it looks just like me!”

dazai chokes, but finally stops laughing to himself when you flick the back of his head.

“yay!” your daughter says, throwing her arms up high, grinning at chuuya’s praise. she’s so adorable that dazai has half a mind to squeeze her tight and never let her go. “see, mommy i told you they’d like it!”

you sigh, and take her from dazai’s arms. “you were supposed to show them after the meeting.” she’s still making grabby hands at her dad as you hold her, a pout forming while she squirms in your arms, trying to escape. “sorry, ‘samu. i know you’re busy today.”

dazai leans up, standing halfway out of his chair to kiss the frown off your face. “don’t apologize, darling.” he caresses your cheek softly, before looking back at his daughter, who just wants to be nosy and listen in to the adult conversations. “i always have time for my two favorite girls.”

you smile, softening as dazai ruffles his daughter’s hair.

“i want to stay here with you!” the little girl says, and dazai laughs, closing up her fists with his palm gently as she tries to climb onto him.

“i’ll be done in just a little bit, sweetie. then, how about we have a tea party? i’ll go get you some ice cream too! but you have to listen to your mom until then, okay?”

“i’ll listen, i promise!” she squeals in excitement, and then sobers, leaning back into your arms with a serious expression. “can you bring a special guest again? maybe akutagawa this time? he hasn’t been to a tea party yet!”

dazai’s lip twitches, but he doesn’t let the smile break free. still, the mere thought of akutagawa pouring tea for his daughter is enough to have him complying with her wishes. “sure, honey. i think i can arrange that.”

#guys idk whats going on with me #i do not have baby fever ! i do not want a child rn !#but i keep thinking of dazai being a dad and i’m like #yeah let me give him a baby right !!! now !!!!#sigh #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x reader #dazai fluff #xoxo rylie 💌 ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆#dazai x fem reader

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sethsclearwater · 2 months

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I was scrolling through the Seth master list and noticed that there’s nothing about Seth being a father and taking care of a child ( like one that is not with Paul). So I was wondering how Seth would deal with taking care of reader and baby because she is healing and might need some help sometimes.

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y'all i am SO SORRY i haven't been posting!! really trying to get back to regular posting but i promise i'm not ditching y'all lol

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you let out a heavy sigh as you sat down on the couch, unable to contain the wince that left your lips as you were reminded that you'd quite literally given birth less than a week prior.

seth and his unusually heightened hearing didn't miss the sound, peeking his head around the corner of the kitchen to see what was up, "everything okay?" he asked, eyes softening as he watched you let out another heavy exhale before nodding.

"i'll be over in a minute - just gonna put her down real quick okay?" he asked, referencing your newborn baby who seemed to always be wrapped up on her dad's chest.

seth was pretty insistent on skin to skin, never ceasing to let up on how important it was for bonding with your newborn daughter. so it wasn't unusual to see him with your baby all swaddled up on his chest while he went about his day helping clean up the house.

you hummed, cracking a smile when you heard your daughter let out a soft whine in her sleep, "you can bring her over here you know," you teased, giggling when seth rolled his eyes, a smile on his face as he stepped over to you.

"hi baby," you whispered as seth sat down next to you, smiling when seth helped her out of the baby wearing wrap so you could hold her for a bit, "i missed you," you mused, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

seth wrapped his arm around your figure, helping you curl into his side so you could both admire the newborn in your arms, "i think we've got one of the best looking babies out there," he teased and you giggled, rolling your eyes.

seth was nothing if not insistent that you had done the world's best job of making your baby, constantly reminding you how good of a job you were doing even when you felt like the opposite.

"she is pretty," you agreed, peeking up at him only to see him watching you adoringly, "seth," you started when you saw the way he was watching you, both of you laughing.

"mrs. clearwater," he replied, the name leading you to playfully roll your eyes again at his antics.

you paused before continuing, "i love you," you murmured, deciding against teasing him some more when you realized just how infatuated he still was with you.

despite your insurmountable insecurities about having a baby and how you'd look after giving birth, seth never once seemed to see you as anything other than gorgeous.

he didn't miss a beat before he was responding to you, "i love you too," he reassured, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, "so much," he added after a moment, pulling his lips from yours so he could rest his forehead against your own.

you could hardly contain the smile on your face, only breaking your moment when you heard a familiar cooing from your baby as she woke herself up.

"oh hi sweetpea," seth whispered when he saw her brown eyes looking up at his. despite her having most of your features, she did end up with her dad's eyes - something you and seth couldn't seem to get enough of.

you smiled at seth's nickname for your daughter, resting your head against his shoulder as she reached her tiny little fingers up until she was able to wrap her hand around seth's ring finger.

"hi sweet girl," you whispered, letting out a happy sigh of content when she reached her other hand out to grab your finger as well, clearly loving having both of her parents so close to her.

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late bloomer, part 2

eddie munson x reader

prompt: eddie befriends a cheerleader who's a bit of a ' late bloomer' (part one, part two, part three )

warning: underage drinking (eddie is 20, the reader is 19), cursing, smut (18+)

please read the author's note after the story :) enjoy!

Late Bloomer, my ass.

After having sex with Eddie Munson, leader of Hellfire, you don’t think you’ve ever been more revved up. After your initial interaction, he consumed every thought, how caring and attentive he was. The way his hair practically destroyed you as he thrust above you with his necklaces tracing down your heaving chest. His mouth, his mouth, HIS MOUTH. If you thought hard enough, you could feel his plush lips trail across your neck, your stomach, and somewhere even more sensitive than before. If sex was even half as good as last week, you would die happy.

The problem was that you hadn’t spoken since he held you in his arms and said, “But seriously, yes, we can do this whenever you want, princess.” The way he called you princess had you weak in the knees, even when you saw him in the stands on Friday, the day after, made you want to jump his bones. Although, every time you attempted to speak with him, he walked the other way. Trying to blame it on coincidence, it became less believable when he would make direct eye contact and immediately disappear from your eyesight. You tried to figure out his interests, asking your friends' little brothers about Dungeons and Dragons, buying an Ozzy record, and even head banging. (The latter ended with you hitting your head on your bedside table.) Your cheer squad noticed something was off, especially Anne who had asked you to go to the drug deal at the sleepover, dragging you by the arm during lunch that Wednesday.

“Girl, are you okay? After this weekend, you’ve seemed really upset.” She asked, leaning against the wall of the girls bathroom, fiddling with her chipped pink nails. You sighed, glancing around at the softly lit bathroom, quiet as you stood there alone. Your eyes finally met Annes that showed nothing but concern, helping to ease your nerves. You weren’t ashamed to have slept with Eddie, the only reason you hadn’t told anyone was because you normally just kept to yourself, which was even more important due to the uncertainty of your relationship with the metal head. He had been quiet lately, he hadn’t even been messing with Jason and the other annoying basketball players and that made your throat constrict.

“Yeah, I guess, I slept with Eddie Munson.” You whispered, her eyes going large with no words leaving her mouth. You weren’t sure why you chose to tell Anne, maybe because she couldn’t be too cruel, given she knew Eddie and was friendly with him, as well as knowing your virgin status. “He was your first?” She finally peeped, a blush crawling up your neck as you nodded, staring at the ground. You still prepared for the worst, truthfully, awaiting her scolds and a vicious dissection of Eddie’s character and morals. But she squealed. Squealed. Anne wrapped her arms around you, making you laugh as someone walked into the bathroom, quickly making it to the stall when you both met their eyes.

“I mean, shit, was it good? I know it was painful for me the first time, just had to get adjusted.” She confided, making you relax at her own exposure, feeling less worried about the ache during and after. You nodded, sparing the inner details that you weren’t completely ready to reveal. “Atta girl, guess you have me to thank.” She jokingly swooshed her hair, laughing and walking you out into the hallway. She suggested heading to the entrance, a tree with room to sit under so you could finish your lunch and gossip without peering ears. As you walked through the practically empty walkways, your eyes passed the Hellfire room, lingering on the swoosh of a brown mane littered with curls. You heard his booming laugh as he talked with Gareth, none the wiser you passed.

“So if it was such a good time, why are you being mopey?” Anne asked, taking a bite of her rice, packed neatly in her bento box. You opened your own lunch, opting for apple slices, “Well, our first game of the season, he was there.” You began, “Oh yeah! I saw him there, I can’t even think of another time he was in the bleachers, except for two years ago when he let those baby frogs loose for his first senior prank.” You laughed at the memory, you never knew it was Eddie who conducted it, but you should’ve guessed. Not many people would let out frogs, that you know of.

“So the night before, he told me we should do it again sometime, we even fell asleep in my bed! After our halftime performance, he left since that’s all we were doing for the night, and he's been avoiding me ever since.” You moped, snapping the fruit in your mouth and munching. She nodded, “Do you think you intimidate him?” You choked, having a hard time believing anyone like Eddie Munson would be intimidated by a girl who couldn’t ride a bike until she was 17.

“No, seriously! If he tried getting with you again, he would, likely, have to do it in a public spot. You don’t hang around the woods or outside after school. You go to school, cheer practice and go home. So maybe it’s not just you, it's everything that surrounds you. It's forbidden, like Romeo and Juilet!” She ended her rant with a gasp, indulging in the idea of a romance worth the ages. But you weren’t sure. “Do you think it’s cause I was a virgin? I did, uh, cry and beg. He said it was fine, but I was embarrassed.” You scratched your neck, imagining the hickies that faded from your collarbone too quickly were still there. You felt fire beneath your skin, wanting any reason for his coarse hands to touch you.

“I mean, I don’t know. If you think he was into it, I wouldn’t think too much about it, Eddie’s a nice guy. A bit strange, but I don’t think he would intentionally leave you hanging.” She said gently, unsure how to comfort you with so little information. The lunch bell rang, your shoulders sinking as she stood, helping you up. “I’m here if you need anything, babe. I got your back.” Anne slung her arm over your shoulder, your head meeting hers, “Thanks, maybe I should just talk to him?”

“Doesn’t hurt to try.”

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The days went by slowly as you dissected every moment, movement and breath you took that Thursday night last week. It had been eight days and yet you still felt him, it was bordering obsessive. When you made it home after the game on Friday, you started a bath and stripped before soaking in the hot water. No matter how many times you bathed, you felt him. Maybe it was just because he was your first, that if you just got with someone else, it would go away. Your mind racked through the other guys in Hawkins as only your face stuck out of the water.

Bill? No, he consistently ate tuna salad for lunch everyday. Zeke? No, he used 3 in 1 shampoo, only knowing that because you used his bathroom at a house party. You could see the pile of cum tissues overfilling his small trash can with random beer cans over top, shuddering at the memory. Kyle? No, never a guy named Kyle. Your thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang, wiping the right side of your face dry and pressing it to your ear.

“Wanna go out tonight?” Anne blurted out, glad your parents couldn’t be overhearing the call as they were out of town for business again. You weighed your options of staying home, drinking wine from the bottle while watching Casablanca or going to a party with a bunch of your peers, just to go home and do the previous after getting bored. Anne’s voice came back at your silence, “It’s at Chrissy’s to celebrate the big win, her parents are away and it should be low-key. Maybe we can find someone to help you forget about Eddie.”

“Okat, but I’ll leave if it gets boring.” You said, twirling the wire between your wet fingers as you were hanging up. You dried off, reapplying your makeup lightly before grabbing some clothes. You glanced at your pile of dirty laundry, sorting through any that wasn’t too dirty until you came across one of Eddie’s handkerchiefs, realizing it must have come out of his pants when he pushed them down. It smelled like cheap cigarettes and laundry detergent, if it had been anyone but him, you would’ve cringed. Shaking off the thought, you brainstormed different guys you could have sex with. It was okay to branch out, half of the squad slept with different guys, it didn’t matter if you wanted to join the fun. You ran down the stairs after deciding on a skirt and a tight shirt that showed off your figure. You took a shot for courage and headed on your way.

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“Heyy!” Chrissy called as you walked in the door, engulfing you in a hug as if she hadn’t seen you in days. But that’s just how Chrissy was. She had a heart too big for her own good, you could tell because she dated guys like Jason who didn’t deserve even a minute of her time.

“Hey Chris” You replied, releasing from the embrace to find a drink, scanning the room for a familiar face. While you knew all of them, you weren’t as attached to them, not enough to want to spend the rest of the night listening to them speak. The fruit punch stung as it ran down your throat, grabbing a couple pretzels and walking to the living room. Anne was underneath her boyfriend, David, but she rushed to you as he was too interested in talking to the fellow basketball players.

“Alright, who’s on the list tonight.” She whispered, shaking an arm against yours suggestively. You shrugged, still trying to find anyone remotely endearing, but as the party lulled on, you were losing hope. The girls eventually found their boyfriends or fuck buddies, leaving you with the single guys from the lacrosse team who fake wrestled at random moments. They would ask you questions about being on cheer, but they usually ended up suggestive. Making comments about your skirt hiking up, your chest bouncing on jumps, and they especially enjoyed the splits. It, truthfully, made you feel sick, but it was your only source of entertainment until you could sit peacefully at home watching Ingrid Bergman and Humprhy Bogart fall in love. You ended up wandering around the house, mindlessly looking at baby pictures of Chrissy and her parents. Muffled music and moans from various places took up most of your thoughts, you called out for Anne, to let her know you were throwing in the towel. You finally reached Anne in the home office, but she wasn’t alone, Eddie was there with his black pail.

“Oh my God, hey! I needed bud.” She sloppily sang, grabbing the baggie and shoved it in her pocket. Eddie’s eyes instantly met yours as Anne walked out, beginning a stare off as he rocked back and forth on his heels. Now that you were finally in his presence, alone, you couldn’t decide if you wanted to fight him or kiss him. He finally smiled, sitting on the desk covered in papers and placed his hands on his knees. The stance alone made you want to get on the ground, but you couldn’t give in that fast, he just ignored you for a week after being the first guy you slept with.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” You whispered, the alcohol in your system making it hard to suppress all your emotions, a look of disappointment painting your features as you stepped towards him. “I’m sorry if I freaked you out last week for being so, uh, emotional. It probably didn’t help that I kept trying to walk up to you and, um, staring at you. I can leave you alone now, I guess I just felt a little led on. Especially since you went to the game last week.” You stuttered, his eyes softening as you spoke and stood between his knees.

“Listen, I’m sorry, I had an amazing time last week, and your cheer, dance, thingy was great. I was glad I went. I guess I was just nervous.” He sighed, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand, feeling his head get lighter. “I just figured you wouldn’t want me coming up to you, being an outcast and all.”

Unknown to you, Eddie had been desperate to come up to you, thinking of you just as much as you thought of him. After the game, not really after since he left after halftime, he couldn’t hide the dirty smirks as he thought about your skirt slightly kicking up. He couldn’t believe the same girl had been underneath him less than a day ago, begging for him, dancing for the whole school. His mind got the best of him, not knowing how to come up to you. He kept an eye on you in the halls, but didn’t dare get too close, maybe he liked the edge. A hidden romance was alluring.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he absorbed you. Your piercing eyes, filled with need and shyness at the same time. Your lips felt so gentle in comparison to his rushed set. Hell, he felt like a pervert for how many times he imagined you on top of him, tits bouncing, or even under, where he felt so protective of you. He was losing his damn mind.

“Eddie, I don’t give a shit. The cheerleader girls aren’t as vicious as you think, I swear. Some aren’t great, besides it's mainly just the boys though and I don’t like them either. Besides the point, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” You replied, watching him smile at your conclusion, placing his hands on his hips in pride. He didn’t feel as perverted, he knew what you meant by those words, especially when your lips inched closer. As he leaned in, your eyes fluttered shut, “If you kiss me, please don’t avoid me again.” The words pierced through him, nodding and pulling you in. His mouth tasted of vodka, intoxicating you as you whined. This whole week you had been waiting for this, the moment his lips met yours, still conforming to how it was like to engage this way with someone. He moved to your neck, nipping gently at the area on your collarbone that he knew drove you crazy. He was glad he had a drink himself to loosen up and be bold enough to make out with you in Chrissy Cunningham’s Fathers office. As his warm hand reached your naval, you paused and took in a breath, remembering how anyone could easily find you two. You grabbed his hand, pulling him forward and through the doors. While everyone was too busy doing their own thing, the two of you slipped out, finding your way to his van.

“My parents aren’t home this weekend either, they have a business conference, if you want to…” You trailed off, bashful and fiddling with the hem of your skirt. He smiled, revving his van to drive to a location he was happy to return to. “You’re cute when you do that, fiddling with your skirt as if I haven't been shoved up your-” He was cut off by your gasp, smacking his arm as he giggled, hand grabbing your thigh. His rings felt soothing against your skin, wishing he could squeeze as hard as he could to leave an imprint, he saw your gaze fixated on them and tapped them lightly up. To his pleasant surprise, you didn’t push away and play coy, oh no, you sighed. A breathy, needy, blissful sigh that made Eddie’s pants constrict. As they made their way up, he felt your slick through your panties, making him groan, pulling them to the side and stroking through your folds. Your whimpers escaped, finding no reason to hide how much you wanted, no, needed him. At this point, if he pulled you over and fucked you on the side of the road, you wouldn’t care. He raised his hand to his mouth, sucking them and letting them release with a pop. “Fuck, could live off this pussy.”

You leaned over, beginning to kiss down his neck, rubbing his crotch. Both hands flew to the wheel to steady himself, your wet mouth trailing down his arm. You unbuckled his belt, undoing the zipper where he bulged out, hissing at the sudden feeling. You traced the same veins you felt inside you, now just through thin fabric, but right before your hands dipped down, you pulled up to your house. Without words, you both ran inside, slamming the door where he pushed your body against it. Kissing you fiercely, he moaned as your hand found its rightful place at his crotch, “Can I please have you in my mouth?” Oh, how he wanted to ruin that sweet mouth of yours.

“Go for it, pretty girl.” He began as you sank to your knees and let him free, mouth watering at the sight, “Ever since we fucked, I thought about how good you were. Worshiping my cock, wanting more even if it hurts.” You placed his head on your tongue, licking it timidly as he relaxed. Broadening his stance, he watched as you placed it in your mouth, sucking it with your hand taking his base and the other cupping his balls. His head tilted back, relishing in your warm mouth. You gauged your tempo on his reactions, stringing him along to make the moans louder and elongated. “Shit, you’re so good at this, can I put my hands-” He asked, placing his hands in your hair as you fluttered your eyelashes, pressing him further down your throat. He helped guide you, trying his best to not flick his hips forward and make you uncomfortable.

“We should probably stop now so I don’t come down your throat.” He laughed as you whined, helping you up and kissing you. The thought of him tasting himself on your lips riled you up more than you cared to admit. He dragged you to your bedroom at the top of the stairs, flying the door open and continuing his rampage on your mouth. When you fell onto the bed, you yelped at a sharp pain on your back, Eddie’s eyes widening with concern, “Are you o-”

“Fine! Fine!” You replied, flustered as you remembered what caused the discomfort, the Ozzy Osbourne vinyl you bought sat in its sleeve on your bed as you played it before you fell asleep last night. His eyebrow raised as his hand shoved under your back, reaching the cardboard and pulling it to the side.

“No. Fuckin. Way.” He snickered, sitting beside you and looking at the album, The Ultimate Sin. It was brand new, had just come out this week, and he studied the peace of magic beneath his fingers. “Why do you have this, doll?” He said breathlessly, your body rising to look at him, “I wanted to see if we had similar interests, it’s a great album, honestly. I still prefer Hall and Oates though.” He rolled his eyes, “I’m ignoring that last comment and going to stay in awe.” He looked at you, smiling wide after he read the song titles listed on the back.

“Want to know what’s worse?” You said, feeling less embarrassed at your attempts to understand him, he looked up in boyish wonder as you handed him a sheet of paper, one that explained the rules and instructions to a standard DnD game. His mouth flung open, standing above him while biting your lip. “My friend Nancy said her brother was in Hellfire, I got her to get the rules and stuff so I could try talking to you about it. Lame of me, I’m aware”

Without hesitation he hustled you to his lap, kissing you as you stifled a laugh, “You don’t realize what kind of commitment you just signed up for, princess.” He grinned, setting the materials on the ground before flipping you on your back, “I never want my mouth to leave yours-” He murmured, “Your lips taste like strawberries.” Your hands raked his back, going under his shirt to feel as much skin as possible. “For the love of God, take your clothes off.” You breathed, the same mischievous smirk you remembered appeared on his lips, sitting up to fling off his top. You whimpered at his chest, not being able to resist drawing your tongue against his ink, feeling his stomach clench, not expecting your boldness, but relishing in it. He stood up to drag his pants off, throwing them on your face, “Eddieeee!”

After he pulled away his pants, he grabbed your shirt, tossing it to the side to reveal your bare breasts and wasted no time connecting his mouth to them. His hand grasped the other one, your mouth hanging open with small noises leaving them, kissing down your stomach. Your hands stopped him as you looked into his eyes. “I need you now.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He purred, yanking his boxers down as his cock bobbed. He reached for his pant pocket, grabbing the gold foil, “The only reason I even bought more was because I was hoping I’d get to fuck you again. Maybe somewhere romantic like science class.” Your laugh ejected through the room as you tried to even imagine having sex anywhere in school, it felt too exposed. “I bet, I know how Mrs. Fran gets you riled up.” You bantered, Mrs. Fran being a 70 year old woman who hated all her students, but was just a year away from retiring. He gagged before yanking down his condom and stroking it a few times, his eyes flickering to your skirt clad waist. He bunched up the fabric, pulling your heart panties that made his own heart warm. You looked so beautiful in front of him, spreading your legs as he hovered on top of you.

“I can’t believe you’re back here with me.” You said, astonished as his hand tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “The feelings are mutual.” He chirped, reaching his hand down to guide himself into you, the same gasp leaving your mouth one week earlier. He could get drunk off your noises, so meek and quiet, like if he pulled right up, he wouldn’t hear them. He sunk deeper in, your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure, giggling. He glanced at you, tilting his head to the side as you moaned again, being cut off by another laugh. “I’m sorry, I’m just so happy, they keep coming out.” You announced sheepishly, making a particular fast thrust resulting in your whine and smile.

“You’re gonna kill me, kid.” He uttered in amazement, kissing you again with your hands meeting his hair. His thrusts thrummed, slowly relaxing around him to enjoy the intrusion more. His grunts and whimpers were like music to your ears, finding solace at his comfort in your body. His hand met your breast once more, fiddling with your nipple in his fingers as you sighed, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Can we try a different position?” You inquired, pulling away from his lips as he nodded, listening attentively to your next suggestion. While you had control, he was still dominating you and knew whatever position it occurred, he’d find a way to make you feel like jello.

“Maybe, on my stomach?” You suggested, rolling over as he sat on his hunches, watching your bare bottom peak beneath your white skirt. His hand grazed your ass, grasping it firmly and smacking it. A sniffle rose up your throat as he rubbed the sensitive skin, guiding his cock to rub where you needed him most. “Alright, sweet girl, this is gonna feel more intense. You let me know if anything feels uncomfortable.” He cooed, finally slipping into you and, shit, he was right. His hands stamped beside your head, thrusting leisurely as you adjusted to the new connection. You’ve never felt so full, encompassed by him no matter where you looked as his hair reached your peripherals. You bit your lip to stifle the moans clawing to escape, trying to hold onto some of your dignity. Eddie didn’t give a fuck about dignity in this instance.

“Uh-uh, let it out, sweet girl. Ah, there she is, so good for me.” He praised as his thumb pulled your bottom lip free, satisfied with the uncontrollable sounds. As his pace quickened, he thought he was seeing stars, your body fit perfectly around him and squeezed him into a mess. He could stay within your walls for hours if he could, but his orgasm was approaching, thankfully this new position was also pushing you to the limit.

“I missed this pretty, little cunt all week.” He panted, putting his chest against your back as you shivered, feeling him bottom out. “Don’t want anyone else touching this cunt, you understand?” You nodded, tears streaming down your face in pleasure as he reached a hand down to shift your hips upwards, giving him access to your neglected bundle of nerves. As his fingers rubbed against your clit, you began to shake, losing control. “Eddie, I’m gonna come, please.” You weeped, his pace gaining traction again as he reached your deepest spot, telling you to let it out. A warm blush spread across your chest, releasing onto his dick as your mind went blank as you fell against the sheets. You whined as he picked up his pace, trying to reach his own finish, kissing your head, “I know, I know, it’s okay. I’m almost there, baby.” His final pet name was caught in his throat as he came into the condom, shouting obscenities while falling on top of your body.

Your heavy breathing filled the room as you recollected yourselves, your mind not cooperating as you wanted to say anything to him. You’re not sure what, but anything to get him speaking in his gruff, post-sex voice again. He lifted off you, pulling his condom off and throwing it in the trash. He watched as you slipped your skirt off, stretching your back with a pop. He grabbed a rag from your bathroom, settling between your thighs. He greedily took a lick, making you squirm, but cleaned you up gently. He threw the towel to the side, crawling up to look into your eyes, pulling you on top of his chest. Your fingers traced his tattoos, chills erupting from his skin as his breaths moved you up and down. “I really like you, Eddie.” You murmured, looking up at his dazed eyes, “I really like you too, princess.”

“Maybe I could take you on a date sometime? You really sealed the deal with the Ozzy record.” He chuckled with a wink, wrapping his arms tighter around you. You could’ve stayed like this forever, his fingers drawing various shapes on your back and making small talk. “Sounds good, maybe you can show me how to play Dungeons and Dragons, Mr. Dungeon Master.” You teased him, watching as he rolled his eyes.Before you even knew it, an hour had passed with small talk and laughter. You talked about school, his band, friends, and anything that came into your minds. Eddie ended up spending the night unintentionally after you fell asleep on top of him, but he didn’t think there was anywhere else he’d rather be.

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“I knew it!” Anne yelled, running up from behind you and hugging you, “I saw you were gone at the party Friday, I knew it!” You smiled, hand holding Eddie’s tighter as he stood, maybe even a tad bashfully. Anne smiled at him, pulling him into an unexpected hug, to which he let out an oof. During your date on Saturday, Eddie asked you officially in a very ‘him’ fashion when you offered for him to keep the Ozzy vinyl, “That settles it, we’re dating now, you’re stuck with me.”

The occasional grimace or state of confusion greeted you through the halls, knowing most didn’t even speak to Eddie and wouldn’t give him the time of day either. With a bouncing Anne beside you, she talked about the party and how David got cross faded and threw up on Chrissy’s rug. As you approached your first class, he kissed your cheek, “Alright, princess, see you after class.” He smiled, the nickname making your cheeks flush due to how he usually had you in a more compromised position when he used it.

“You’re such a gentleman, Munson. A cheek kiss and sending me on my way.” You giggled, fixing his jacket collar with both hands, giving him a chance to grab a handful of your backside quickly as you shooed him away. “Nevermind! Nevermind.” You scooted back as he leaned in , kissing you before sauntering off. As you walked into class, Chrissy sat with her mouth wide open in a smile, clearly having seen your kiss from the window in the door. As you walked passed her, she stuck out a hand below desk level for a high-five, “Nice job, Ms. Late Bloomer.”

author's note: hi friends! thank you so much for the feedback on part one, i didn't even intend for this to have a second part, but i was in awe at the requests! again, please feel free to leave feedback and requests. have a beautiful day!

(tagging below those who responded to my part one, a special thanks to you lovely people. @iheartyouyou , @jessyballet , @yourthebrokengirl , @wiltedwonderland and @petertinglesforbread )

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janovavalen · 1 month

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✧SOMETHIN STUPID. || percy jackson x fem!reader

summary: percy jackson’s first days on camp were hell to say the least—fist day and he got bullied, but when he sneaks away to be alone he finds an interesting girl in the forest.

part one.

part two.

part three.

part four.

part five.

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warnings: small curses (literally like one word and it’s not really a curse but it’s considered one) reader is daughter of athena, sister of annabeth, horrid flirting, reader lowkey not felling percy for the first half’s of this story line.

when the next morning rolled in, percy was ready for his day to say the least. not even. he thinks for the first time in his entire life he was actually ready and happy to wake up in the morning with the sun shining in his face.

wiping a bit of drool off the corner of his mouth he sat up and stretched. his arms raised up into the sky above his head while he groaned loudly. happy he was the only one in his cabin to do so but not as happy at the fact some people outside probably heard him.

not caring at the moment he bounced up and got on his clothes. his regular shoes and jeans with his curls ready to go thanks to a bit of water, he made his way outside and inhaled the fresh air.

some campers had been with their siblings or just friends as always. when percy walked down the steps of his cabin he heard—‘hey percy!’. looking over to see grover who had a wide smile on his face.

‘hey grover’ he waved back while waking up to him.

‘so; what’s the move for today?’ grover asked as they started to walk.

‘the move…? dude—i don’t want to think about it more than i am already, if i go i will literally go insane because i don’t know how to even speak to her…let alone look cool’ percy helplessly sighed while walking.

‘that’s because your not every cool’ grover teased as percy looked at him with wide eyes before pushing him with a laugh.

‘no but seriously dude, just be yourself! y/n is probably one of the coolest people here, she’s so nice, chill, and funny. just be yourself—‘

‘my awkward, non-funny and embarrassing self? yeah sure we can do that’ percy rolled his eyes as grover stopped walking along with percy as he placed a hand on percy’s shoulder.

‘percy, your not like that at all—well maybe a little bit that’s besides the point. like i said, just open up, be yourself and y/n will totally connect. if anything , the two of you are actually more similar than you think you are. she’s just as corny and weird as you are—‘

‘i’m not corny and weird—‘

‘uhm…well?’

percy let his jaw drop as he laughed a bit along with grover who stayed quiet but nonetheless percy understood what he was saying and he understood what to do.

‘i get it…i just need confidence’ percy shamefully admitted while looking off to the side. grover let the little him in his mind scrape the edges of all his brain before an idea came into mind.

‘percy…i know who we can ask. i know who will help you all that way’ grover confidently admitted with a smile.

ʚ 🌊 ɞ

‘wait…you and y/n are hanging out later tonight and you need my left on what to say and how to act?’ luke asked with frowned eyebrows as percy nodded.

yeah, grover’s amazing idea was to ask luke castellan one of the more wanted boys in camp, not only that but he had seemed to know what to say to y/n to make her laugh. so maybe if percy could pick up some things from him, he could get y/n to laugh too.

‘hm..man i really don’t know—‘

‘luke please! i need this, i need you to know how important this is!—‘

‘okay! okay, let me think’ luke rushed out as he stood up from the chair he was once in. percy tried to calm down a bit as grover stood against the wall with his arms crossed over his figure.

luke had been staring at the wall for a second before he snapped his fingers together—‘i got it’ luke got the two’s attention as they were all ears.

‘when you see her start it smooth, talk to her, walk a bit close but not to close, she doesn’t really like being close to new people but be close enough to where you can feel her, speak smooth, soft—not to jumpy and not to nervous, she will definitely think about that and make fun of you later to me or annabeth. be sarcastic, she is super sarcastic so be sure you know when she’s being serious’ luke listed.

‘okay okay, what do i do about how i act..what do i wear? what would you wear…’ percy asked as he looked luke up and down.

‘what would i wear? dose that matter—‘

‘just tell him’ grover groaned while holding his face.

‘well…if i were you going with y/n i’d totally wear sweats and her f/c jacket with the shoes you have now. make sure your hair is kind of messy but neat at the same time. also make sure your shoes are tied. if you trip in front of her, dude your done for’ luke warned as he looked down at percy’s slightly untied shoe which percy was quick to tie back up.

‘lastly? use some of that poseidon power, maybe make some water move and all and it will be so cool. she will totally dig that, she even likes swimming’ luke told him as percy stood back up and nodded.

‘dude, this is totally it, your going to do so well!’ grover ran over to percy who had been in deep deep thought the whole time.

what would he even talk about? what if he calms up, freezes mid sentence or what if he does end up falling in front of her? he didn’t know, he would have to find out in the next twenty minutes.

in these remaining moments luke and grover did their hardest to boost his confidence. percy would occasionally feel like he had it then remembered how much of a clutz he actually was and how awfully bad he was at speaking to y/n.

‘percy! it’s time, dude don’t be late you can’t be late she hates late—‘

‘well, sometimes she’s late but she doesn't like it when other people are’ grover corrected as luke rolled his eyes at the remembrance on how many times y/n would go off on him for being late to practice to only show up late the next day.

‘i can’t—she will think i’m weird, look what im wearing! my pants don’t even fit over my ankles and my hair is all dried out—‘

‘dude, you look good! you look awesome and your going to kill it’ luke calmed percy down who would have continued to rant for the next thirty minutes if given the chance.

percy sighed and closed his eyes a bit before combing out his hair and dusting his fit. turning to look at grover who gave him a wide smile and thumbs up for good luck.

‘okay…i’m onto my most important quest of my life, see you guys later if i don’t die from embarrassment and rejection’ percy told them as they rolled their eyes whilst percy walked out of the cabin.

looking around to the open view of the camp around this. it wasn’t very dark, the sun was still up and the sky was dimming with a faint color of pink. clouds were moving in small groups as they moved to other places around the world.

percy always found it interesting how the sky looked. let alone how it could change colors every other day. it could look so bright and beautiful with the colors and clouds and when the night fell it showed the stars that aligned with each other and the moon that shined.

getting a bit destructed as he walked slowly but kept his gaze looking at the sky every so often as he walked only to make a grunt as he felt a body hit his own.

‘oh—i’m sorry. i wasn’t paying attention and i didn’t see—‘ looking down to see y/n who had her hands in her pockets and her mouth closed in silence she shook her head lightly giving him a small—very small smile.

‘percy it’s okay, i wasn’t looking either’ she admitted as she pulled her hands out of her pockets to fix the three rings that sat on her fingers, shining in the reflection of the sun that set above the lake.

‘o—oh, okay. okay so i guess we have something in common after all’ he smiled lightly while looking at y/n who tilted her head to the side.

‘and that is…?’ she wondered. percy shrugged as if it was the most simple question asked.

‘not being able to stay in the real world without getting distracted’ he admitted. y/n let herself think about it for a bit before scoffing and looking away before back at him.

‘well, you can say that but i know when to bring myself back to reality’ y/n teased at how percy could stare at a wall and imagine anything and everything for three hours without moving. he scoffed and rolled his eyes.

‘no way you said that, i can do that any day, i can also read a book and finish only one without going into the next that same moment’ he teased back at y/n who rolled her eyes and shook her head.

‘hm, i’m not saying you win but im not saying anything else on this topic as of right now’ y/n said as she walked down the steps to lead to the dock of which was followed with the lake.

‘well then i guess i do win for right now and if you can think of something please do tell and share’ percy walked close next to y/n who shook her head once more.

the two of them walked down to the woody dock with the lake across them as the sun had been setting.

‘so…i kinda don’t know what to talk about—‘

‘i can tell—‘

‘but we can totally make some things up, how was training today?’ percy ignored her insult and kept speaking which y/n noticed.

‘it was okay. i need more training from luke tomorrow i slipped up on my sword today and it was embarrassing’ she revealed as the two of them made it down to the lake.

‘i’m sure it wasn’t as bad as mine’ percy tried to help only for y/n to say—‘it definitely wasn’t but i could’ve done better’ percy decided to keep quiet on the insult once again with a smile as he looked at her as she looked into the distance.

percy faced the water in front of them as he squinted his eyes ever so slightly with the yellow and orange light from the sunset his his eyes making it brighter than ever. turning his head to look at y/n who had her gaze set at the sky he examined her face. he found himself doing this quite often which he didn’t really know why.

he found it calming? interesting, fun, comforting and sweet to watch and draw out her facial features which she probably didn’t even know existed. the small beauty marks that were peppered over her face. the way her hair sat along her shoulders and neck, her face which shined in the light of the sun.

smiling to himself ever so slightly he sighed and found a small idea.

‘wanna swim?’ he casually asked. y/n looked over at him with frowned eyebrows and scoffed a laugh.

‘swim? in this lake? yeah no thanks—‘

‘don’t be lame! come on, when’s the last time you had fun?’ he turned his body to face her own as she did the same with hers to him.

‘the last time i had fun? maybe when i beat you in training the other day?’ she reminded leaving him to roll his eyes and cross his arms over his body.

‘no not that, i mean actual harmless fun? laughing and just hanging out.’ he asked leaving her to sigh and shrug.

‘i don’t know, i’m not a fun person—‘

‘that changes today then, come on!’ grabbing her hand as he tugged she yelped unexpectedly and pulled her arm back before he could jump with her leaving him to be the only one in water.

covering her mouth with both hands cupped she laughed aloud as he moved his way through the warm water around him.

‘percy!’ she yelled out with a smile as he made his way to the top of the water, his hair falling down onto his face and the curls being prominent. scoffing as he looked up at her, y/n had been drying with laughter.

this is the most he’d ever seen her do any emotion other than being cold stone serious.

‘are you serious!?’ he yelled as she laughed more—‘you're just a scary cat, really! the water isn’t even that bad’ he bragged while swimming up to the dock.

‘says the son of poseidon’ she hinted at leaving him to flick some water into her face which she responded with a gasp too.

‘percy jackson!’ she yelled while whipping her face.

‘you don’t need to be a kid of poseidon to have fun in the water, anyone can, that just shows how much fun you can have.’ he teased while moving his arms around in the water.

laughing a bit y/n slowly sat down with her legs beneath her as her arms held her body so she could lean forward.

percy had now been looking up at her as his own body fell hidden under the water. his arms moving to keep him floating.

‘having fun in there?’ she asked with a lifted brow.

‘you could be too your just so lame’ he exaggerated while rolling his eyes leaving her to laugh and shake her head.

‘i’m not getting into the water with you percy, you can have that all to yourself’ she replied with a grin of which he replied with his own smile. noticing the way her face looked with the shimmers of the water and how it shined around her, he smiled and looked over her face once more.

y/n noticed but froze, not knowing what to do, trying to see what he’d do himself. but at the same time she felt herself examining his face.

placing his arms on the low dock to lift himself up the two of them sat face to face which she was nervous about. the water dripping from his face and down his pointed nose. the curls dripping onto the dock below him, the once dry wood absorbing the water from his hair.

looking at her face once more he helplessly admitted—‘your so beautiful.’ his eyebrows frowning as she looked into his eyes she scoffed a bit and shook her head trying to leave only for him to jump into action and take her hand in his.

‘i mean it…i’ve been thinking this since the first time i saw you…your just, different—‘

‘percy…’ she nervously mumbled while her hand became wet with his own.

‘and i’m not afraid to admit that i’ve been waiting to tell you that. it’s like the more i see you the more i want to know? the more i need to know about you. i can’t really explain it but…’

as he stopped talking y/n nervously looked at him with her breath becoming shortened and her lungs screaming. her heart was beating faster than ever right now and she didn’t know what to do at all.

‘percy…please—‘

‘y/n…i like you.’ he admitted. she felt her heart drop down to hades castle .

‘i mean…i think i do? i don’t really know. there’s not much i can say because i don’t even know what the work like is i mean i can say i like blueberry pancakes or i like blueberries and the ocean but that a different type of like…the type i feel for you is different than blueberry pancakes, do you understand—‘

‘i cant…’ she said. his heart stopped.

nervously laughing with his hand slowly gripping and letting go her own he looked into her eyes and over her face—‘you can’t..understand? or you can’t…reciprocate…’

‘i don’t know? i just can’t—i have to go’ she snatched her hand back before leaving percy to stand by himself on the dock. wet, heartbroken and so so confused. was he just rejected?

the worst she could say is no? yeah well the worst she could say is ‘i can’t’

ʚ 🌊 ɞ

‘what’s do you mean she said she can’t—‘

‘that’s all she said! that’s literally all she said before leaving me standing there as i stupidly watched her leave! i thought i had this. i thought we had something going!’ percy embarrassingly whined into his hands as he sat with grover and luke who watched their friend handle the rejection.

‘oh dude…i mean it’s not bad—‘

‘she literally left me there alone and didn’t turn back!’

‘oh..well, there’s always other fish in the sea’ grover tried to calm but only making it worse.

‘but i wanted that fish!’ he exaggerated as luke looked at grover who held his hand over his head while picking his horns.

‘okay…listen we can’t let you act like that—that was far—‘

‘what is far was my heart that was ripped out of my chest and thrown into that lake.’ percy leaned back into the bed while he looked at the wood above him.

luke and grover watched as percy stared into the ceiling while replaying one of the most embarrassing moments of his life. groaning at the replay luke stood up heroically.

‘okay! okay…we can fix this…y/n is not one to leave a question unanswered…we will fix this percy. just give me some time, give me until tomorrow when i train her, i can bring it up and maybe she’ll tell me something i can tell you—‘

‘really! you’ll do that?’ percy jumped up from his sadness and excitingly looked at luke who nodded.

‘i’m ninety-three percent sure she’ll tell me something anyway. while i’m way it, grover can give you a signal when to walk by and you do not look at her okay? don’t look our way so she will turn around and see you and that’s when she’ll tell me’ luke planned as grover nodded and percy as well.

‘dude…you guys are amazing…but if i get rejected again i think im going to take my chances out in the real world and see what monsters come out for me.’ percy told them as they scoffed.

and yet again another plan had been formed.

percy didn’t think to keep a scoreboard anymore but let’s just say embarrassment one and percy zero.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #percy pjo #grover underwood #percy series #annabeth chase #luke castellan #Spotify

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shanastoryteller · 11 months

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Happy birthday Shana!!! I wish for a continuation of the Lady Mo story if you have any inspiration. Otherwise I would love any untamed promt!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36

"Are you hurt?" Sizhui asks anxiously, jumping off his sword to tun towards Lady Xuanyu.

"Nah," she says, wincing as she stresses. "Well, nothing important."

"You're bleeding!" Jingyi shouts at a really unnecessary pitch. He unsheathes his sword and points it at Song Lan. "What did you do?"

"Stop that," she scolds, knocking his sword down. "Go get Xiao Xingchen and the girl. He's probably really confused right now."

Song Lan's expression clears and he bows to her before flying off.

His father jerks as if to go after him and Lady Xuanyu calls out, "Leave him be! He's doing what I said."

Lan Wangji hesitates, but nods and finally descends to join them. He towers over Lady Xuanyu, looking down at her with a fierce glare that makes Sizhui cringe even though it's not directed towards him. "What happened?"

"Found Xiao Xingchen, found Xue Yang, Song Lan killed him," she says, not even so much as lowering her eyes. "Xue Yang, not Xiao Xingchen, obviously. Wasn't this guy supposed to be killed during the war or something? It was a little before my time, so to speak."

"Song Lan is unharmed and you are not," his father says, lifting a hand to press it against the sluggishly bleeding wound in her shoulder.

Lady Xuanyu hisses at the contact but doesn't pull away. "He's a more experienced cultivator. Give me a couple hours and they'll be all closed up."

It used to take days for Lady Xuanyu's golden core to heal anything more complicated than a paper cut. She's strengthened it to the point that what would have been weeks of healing is reduced to just a day.

"He should have protected you," Sizhui says stubbornly. He'd rather she didn't have to heal at all. "Why did you run off with him anyway?"

"Had a hunch and figured I'd be back before you noticed," she says. Jingyi sputters. "Also, I don't need him to protect me, geez. He's a more experienced cultivator, but I still am one. I've gotten more hurt in training."

It's true, but Sizhui doesn't like that either. To harm ones body without cause is against the rules. Perhaps it's not entirely without cause, considering her rapid growth, but none of their teachers had ever beat them as badly as she demands the disciples beat her, and their cores had all turned out fine.

"What hunch did you have?" his father asks.

She winces and says, "Oh, you know, womanly intuition."

It's a lie and not even a very good one.

Lan Wangji's eyes narrow but they're interrupted by Song Lan returning with two people balanced precariously on his sword. Sizhui assumes the other man clad all in white must be Xiao Xingchen but doesn't know who the blind girl that looks to be about his age is.

"Xuanyu!" the girl calls out joyously, causing him to reevaluate his assessment of blind. She's being awfully familiar with his step mother. The girl leaps from the sword before it's fully on the ground and goes running towards them, shoulder pass Lan Wangji to body slam into Lady Xuanyu. "You're still alive, right? You said you would be!"

Lady Xuanyu laughs, closing her arms around the girl's shoulders. Her shoulder is bleeding again now that his father isn't keeping pressure on it. Cant the girl see that she's injured? "Yes, yes, I'm still alive. Excellent work keeping Xiao Xingchen out of the fray, A-Qing. I knew I could depend on you."

The girl - A-Qing, apparently - glows under the praise, beaming up at Lady Xuanyu, still with her arms around her waist.

What's her problem anyway?

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #otakuwithlife #untamed

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futbol16 · 10 months

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Why Her? • Alexia Putellas/ Misa Rodríguez

Part 1 Lost Chance

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“Alexia! Alexia! Stop, Alexia!” Patri shouts after the captain rushing out of the changing room and the smack of her palms on the door echo throughout the room as Alexia slams it behind herself, forcing Patri to stay on the other side. An annoyed exhale leaves the young brunette’s nostrils as she drops her arms in defeat.

“I swear to God…” she mumbles under her breath as she glances behind her, finding Mapi’s eyes which hold the same irritation as hers.

Alexia is spiraling in her thoughts as she speedwalks the length of the corridor, taking corner after corner. It’s been three weeks since she’s caught you lip locking with the Real Madrid goalkeeper. Three weeks of crying in frustration, grief and regret. Three weeks of questioning herself.

She picks her speed up, almost jogging now.

Why did she not allow herself to believe what her friends were trying to tell her?

She takes the first corner to the left as she exits the hallway of the Barca changing room. She doesn’t hear that same door open, the one she slammed shut mere moments ago.

Why was age so important to her? After all, she and Jenni had an age gap, Ingrid and Mapi do as well. Not to mention Jana and Jill who have only recently discovered their love for each other.

One turn to the right. This one is a short path that connects to the tunnel where Barca and Real Madrid walked out just two hours ago for another match against each other.

Even Alba has been telling her to make a move. It’s concerning when your little sister is also trying to intervene. Why didn’t she open her eyes sooner?

She glances to the left as she catches a glimpse of the field before quickly moving along and taking a right turn. Only one more turn left but the midfielder knows you’re close by because the smell of your perfume is wafting through the air. She almost bumps into the corner of the wall as she steps to the left and she spots your figure.

“Y/N wait!” she calls out, effectively stopping you and she comes to a sudden halt in front of you as well. She’s almost panting but you decide not to question it, partly afraid that it would result in the same screaming she put you through three weeks ago. It’s still fresh on your mind, how could it not be?

“Alexia” you greet although your tone is dull. Her heart clenches at the sound and it hits her again that you’re no longer close. You hadn’t called her Ale in weeks, it is only Alexia now. The sound of you clearing your throat brings her back to the present and she breathes in deeply.

“I- erm…I just wanted to say that I regret what I did.” she nods as if patting herself on the back for voicing her thoughts. You give her no reaction however and her eyes wander over your form as she thinks about what to say, how to break the seemingly awkward silence.

She takes in the Barca warm up shirt you’re wearing and she remembers seeing you give your jersey to a little girl after the match. Her lips twitch upwards as she remembers the girl crying in joy and how you let out a soft laugh, right next to her before you moved to hug the little girl.

“I didn’t mean to act the way I did and you didn’t deserve any of it Y/N. I wish I could take it all back, really.”

You withhold from scoffing, instead you close your eyes momentarily as you huff out a breath. The brunette in front of you knows you’re not trying to be subtle, you’re just trying to hurt her less than any other person would in this situation.

“You know what they say about wishful thinking.” you cross your arms over yourself in a defensive manner, signaling that you don’t want to be near her. Alexia furrows her eyebrows at your statement. “You should’ve thought about it before you walked all over me.”

A month ago your eyes would have filled with tears if you would have been in this situation. Three weeks ago you would’ve been shaking with nerves, embarrassment and hurt just having to look at your captain. Now though, you weren’t going to let her act like what she did was nothing. Like you were just sensitive and took it to heart.

Because you knew it wasn’t the truth. You heard it from the gasps of your teammates, seen it from the looks your best friends gave her and felt it from the hugs Misa had kept you in. And even from Alexia’s sister, Alba who had profusely apologized for her older sister’s behavior the day after.

Alexia felt her own eyes water instead.

“I’m sorry for what I said” it’s almost spoken in a whisper as she glances at the ground before moving her gaze back on you.

“Okay” the shrug that follows makes her stare at you incredulously. Was that it? An okay?

“Y/N, I said I’m sorry.” she blinks back the tears as if willing herself to see clearly, to see what your reaction would be, what you would say.

“Yes, and I do not forgive you.” you lay it out in front of her simply, arms uncrossing themselves as you move a piece of hair behind your ear. “Sorry isn’t going to solve anything Alexia. You hurt me too much and I took it for too long. Only waiting for the day that maybe, just maybe you’d give me a chance to show you what you mean to me…We were friends, Alexia. Sure I had feelings for you, but first and foremost we were friends. You don’t treat a friend like that.”

A single tear rolls down her face but you don’t move to wipe it away like you had done countless times before. You don’t pull her down to let her rest her head on your shoulder while you wrap your arms around her, keeping her in a tight embrace, keeping her safe. You don’t move an inch as you watch her fall apart, a pitiful look in your eyes as you sniffle as well. You were stronger than letting her see your vulnerable side again.

Alexia bites the inside of her cheek harshly as she stands there helplessly and realization dawns on her. Realization of just how much she has lost.

She’s lost one of her closest friends. The one who got her through interviews, the one who made her feel comfortable when others couldn’t and praised her for her every move, a welcomed reassurance that she hadn’t lost the Alexia she was before her ACL tear.

No, instead she’s lost you, one of the most important people in her life.

“Why her?” it isn’t a question she’s thought of. But at this moment she is trying everything to get another chance from you. “Why a Real Madrid player?”

A disbelieving laugh escapes your mouth as you take in what she just said and you scratch your forehead as a disappointed smile makes its way onto your face. It’s Alexia’s turn to stare now and she lightly throws her head back to glance at the ceiling, wondering what to do now.

“I didn’t think this could get any more ridiculous.”

It’s as if the scene from three weeks ago is replaying as you hear the patterning of someone's feet on the floor of the hallway. Except this time it’s not Alexia who enters the scene.

Your eyes find Misa’s, the goalkeeper squirting water into her mouth from the water bottle she accidentally left on the pitch after the game ended. Alexia’s eyebrows furrow once again as she eyes the keeper and then her eyes widen slightly, realizing that the two of you were standing in the hallway of the Real Madrid players’ changing room. Also realizing that anyone who had stayed behind had heard the whole conversation.

“I just didn’t think you’d let a Madrid player into your heart.” it’s obvious she’s trying to make a jab at Misa who rolls her eyes lazily at the woman’s behavior.

“It did just get more ridiculous.” you give the blaugrana player in front of you a pointed look, now almost embarrassed for her and the way she’s been handling the situation.

“I heard Los Blancos aren’t only players on the field.” Alexia turns back to you, the hatred towards Misa still burning in her eyes but it melts away as she looks at you. You just wish you would have felt that stare on you before, not only now that she’s losing you.

“This is getting pathetic Alexia, leave her alone.” Misa steps closer though still keeping a safe distance knowing that you most likely wanted to handle this on your own. You appreciated that from her.

“Y/N don’t look at her, look at me.” she begs lightly and you glance between Alexia and your girlfriend.

Your captain thinks this is her last chance at something with you. The midfielder is almost certain that you’d still choose her over someone who has actually made an effort to show how much you mean to them. You almost let out another sarcastic laugh at that.

“Y/N! Look at me!” a near shout as she aggressively gestures to herself. You do look at her. You look at her real hard and for the first time ever, you’re almost glad she never gave you a chance. No more of that though, not when she was still treating you like you were beneath her in whatever ranks she’s made up in her head.

You’re about to open your mouth to bark something back when a hand lands on your captain’s shoulder, firmly but not too roughly pushing her away from you. Alexia’s eyes follow the hand until she finds Misa glaring down at her.

“I think you’ve done enough.” your body subconsciously relaxes at the sight of the Madrid goalkeeper and you smile as she slides her hand into yours. She blocks Alexia’s view of you, standing right in front of her.

“Estas bien, hermosa?” she speaks gently, grinning when she notices the light blush spread over your cheeks at the way she called you.

“Sí, claro” Misa’sother hand takes its place on your waist, completely ignoring Alexia’s presence as she brings you closer to her. She kisses you sweetly on the lips and then she presses another kiss to your cheek just for good measure and then she turns around to face your captain, her arm around your waist.

“I don’t know why they call you La Reina” she pauses as if still in thought and Alexia rolls her eyes at Misa, defensively straightening up.

“But you lost the greatest person you could ever ask for” her shoulders slouch forward at the truth of the keeper’s words, a regretful expression on her face. Misa doesn’t let her enjoy the silence for long.

“Thanks to you though, I’ve got her now. And unlike you, I don’t plan on letting her go, ever.”

A smirk is etched onto Misa’s face and this time she leaves Alexia on her own, instead looking down at you. Alexia is so lost in her thoughts, replaying everything that went down in the past 10 minutes that she doesn’t even hear Misa and yourself talk about your plans for tonight. She only looks up to see you kiss her plump lips and smile at her with a love filled look.

Similarly to last time, she turns away from the two of you and walks away wiping her eyes. She barely even jumps as she comes face to face with Patri at the first corner she takes.

Your best friend had heard the whole conversation. Alexia knows this which is why she isn’t surprised to see the younger brunette looking at her with a mix of disappointment and hostility.

In her usual manner Patri clicks her tongue before she speaks and Alexia knows she will hear nothing but the truth from the younger midfielder.

“You know, for how worried you were about the age gap, she sure as hell is acting more mature than you are.”

“I know.” Patri is taken by surprise. This is the first time Alexia has admitted to being in the wrong. “And I shouldn’t have pushed her away or treated her the way I did. She didn’t deserve it.”

Patri nods, pushing herself off the wall to walk next to her captain. She doesn’t expect the next words that roll off Alexia’s tongue and she can’t help but stare at her in pity at the hearing though.

“And Mapi was right, I did like her back.”

#woso imagine #woso x reader #futbol16 #alexia putellas imagine #misa rodriguez x reader

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katsukichu · 1 month

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𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 - 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐔𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 (𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐤𝐨) 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Re-upload of an old piece I did for two collabs (chubby chasers collab by @/kyovtani & stay soft collab by @/touyaspeach). [NSFW-18+]. Minors and ageless blogs dni (I will block you)

Mirko sends you a picture of her at the gym & you get a bit self conscious. She reminds you that you'll always be her petty girl. [AO3]

The gym is eerily silent this morning. The usual buzz of people working out is replaced by the clattering of keyboard keys as the receptionist, Akira oversees the administration. She’s grateful for the silence but can't help but wonder why she's having such a slow start today. She stares at the empty studio,furrowing her brows she quickly dismisses her thoughts as she sifts through her emails.

Her tranquillity is soon interrupted by beeping from the revolving doors - indicating someone's just checked in. Akira looks up from her computer to see Japan's 5th hero - Mirko.

"Good morning, Mirko!" she greets excitedly.

"Sorry for the confusion but I thought you'd be in for your regular 3 o'clock session? “ Akira apologises checking her profile on the system.

"Hi hun sorry it must've slipped my mind I meant to call yesterday and reschedule.I have to attend that stupid hero gala today.” Mirko sighs as she tucks her membership card in her bag.

Oh, the hero gala! that explains why anyone isn't here. They’re getting ready, Akira thinks.

"No problem at all, I hope you enjoy the gala!"

"Thank you hun, but it's a big waste of time. I’d rather spend my time working and getting stronger. I mean who wants to be interviewed by people who just want to get under your skin?"

Akira acknowledges Rumi by nodding.

"Sorry you have to deal with the press being so rude. Just know us civilians appreciate you - thank you for your service"

Rumi smiles in response and slips into the studio - she appreciates the comment but truly doesn't care about what the public thinks of her.

Mirko is tough and fierce, especially to the public eye. She has a brash demeanour and laughs in the face of danger. She’s a hero, it’s her job to save people not to impress them.

Rumi is fit, she follows a strict exercise routine every day with no expectations - even a stupid hero gala. Although she enjoys carrots, she tries to have a balanced diet - unlike the cliche she doesn't "eat like a rabbit"

Mirko starts doing some warmup exercises - she switches between the treadmill and spin bike for a while before moving on to the calf and leg machines - these ensure she doesn't get any cramps.

Her favourite and most vigorous part of her routine included bench presses and hip thrusts. She’d even put some men to shame with how easily she does it.

It may look like she isn't breaking a sweat, but her heart is racing. It makes her veins feel like they're on fire and leaves her a little breathless. The only other time she feels like this is with you, her sweet y/n.

Mirko swears she doesn't have a type. Looks are not important to her but she can't help but gravitate towards chubby people. She thinks they're all so unique - just like the stretch marks that adorn their soft skin.

Society is cruel but your weight doesn’t define how "attractive" or how "healthy" you are. Just like the saying: "The bigger the figure, the more I can love.” Rumi thinks knows being chubby just means there's more of you to love.

There's nothing more that Mirko loves than to pick you up, as if you weigh nothing, and look into your eyes. She's constantly teasing you - yet also reassuring you - that she can handle your weight. Her bench presses, hip thrusts and lifts are double or sometimes triple what you weigh. If only you could see yourself from her perspective. Maybe then you'd understand how stunning you are.

Rumi is only satisfied with her workout when she's drenched in sweat and her muscles ache. Before showering she snaps a picture to send to you. Her left hand is up showing off her muscles and her abs are on full display. The sweat is still trickling down her toned body and her gym outfit - that she designed - hugs her in all the right places.

She sends you the picture saying "See something you like, baby bun? 😏😉"

The sunlight streams through your slightly parted curtain and illuminates your shared bedroomp. Rolling over to Rumi's side of the bed you sigh at the empty space. You move the pillows and blankets aside to locate your phone. Ignoring all your other notifications you smile seeing a message from Rumi.

Opening it you try typing a reply but can't form coherent sentences. You wake up, sit at the edge of the bed and stare at the picture of your gorgeous girlfriend and simply reply with a string of emojis 😍😍😍🥵🥵🥵

The longer you stare at the picture you realise it makes you feel a bit anxious and insecure. Rumi has an athletic body and a lot of muscle. You know you shouldn't compare your body type because all bodies are good bodies but you start to feel ashamed about your physique.

You don't have toned abs - instead, you have a plump tummy. Your thighs stick together and are covered in stretch marks and cellulite. Your arms aren't muscular at all; they're a bit flabby. You have back rolls and love handles. You don't have a perfect figure with big boobs or a fat ass - you don't fit the ideal description of being "curvy.” You have body hair, which is something natural, yet society is disgusted by it.

Dating Rumi feels magical and surreal. The only difficult things were dealing with the public and your own insecure thoughts. You try not to let the comments get to you, but some are so harsh.

Things like:

"Oh, so you're a hero huh? I thought the Commission was strict about training?"

"What makes you think you're cut out to be a hero, especially with Mirko? Can you even keep up with her? Didn’t think she'd be into someone bigger than her”

“ I'm pretty sure she said she doesn't need a sidekick especially not someone as useless as you"

"You're not exactly that 'graceful' why don't you pursue something else. Something more suitable for someone of your form?"

People have always doubted you. They’ve always questioned if you were cut out to be a hero. People have made you feel so different and alienated all because of your weight. You feel the hot tears stream down your cheeks. Using the back of your hand you try to wipe them away.

As if on cue Rumi comes home and due to her acute hearing from her quirk, she hears your sobs from the front door.

She drops her bag, slams the door and sprints towards your bedroom hoping you're not in danger. She's ready to pounce on the villain - fists clenched and teeth bared- but instead sees you. She takes a moment to gather herself before calmly making her way to your crying figure.

"Hey baby bun everything is alright" she assures.

She can be so soft and caring - a real 360 from what she was moments ago. Grabbing the tissues and water bottle from the bedside table she hops on the bed and sits next to you

"N-N-No it's not" you stutter, shaking and trying to hold back tears.

Rumi shushes you as she wipes your tears away. She holds the water bottle and helps you drink as well as take deep breaths in sync with hers until you're able to calm down. She holds you against her chest - you can hear her heart racing.

"Who made my baby bun upset?" Rumi asks as her ears and voice drop in pure concern.

"Me... I made myself upset" you admit.

"It's just…" you trail off avoiding eye contact

"Why do you love me? I'm not fit like you, I'm just me I'm fat -"

"HEY that's enough! “Rumi cuts you off.

"I didn't mean to startle you but you're fucking perfect! “ she exclaims

She feels her heart break into a million pieces. How long have you been keeping all this inside? Why haven't you told her - if someone was bothering you, they'd be dead because no one's hurting what's precious to Mirko.

Rumi has an idea, and her ears shoot up.

"Wait a minute I can show you! Come here bun" Rumi gestures for you to sit at the edge of the bed.

You don't know what she's up to but follow her regardless. She opens the closet door and you're met with the full body mirror inside.Immediately you look away and try to hide your dishevelled appearance.

"Come on my pretty girl, don’t hide from me, wanna see your cute face" Rumi says, making you look in the mirror.

"You know what I see when I look into the mirror? The most gorgeous girl in the world. You’re a cutie - a soft and cuddly one too. Being chubby doesn't mean you're greedy, ugly, or out of shape bunny. I love you just the way you are, and I'll always love you for you. I’ll do anything to make you realise that you are perfect just the way you are." Rumi says.

"You really think so" you sniffle looking up at her with teary eyes.

"Of course, baby. I mean every word! But you know what they say, actions speak louder than words. Let me show you what I love about you.“

Rumi tilts your chin up so you're looking at her.

"First off all I love all of you. Every single inch of you. Let's start from up her" Rumi kisses your forehead.

"You are so smart, talented,creative and so strong. I know your brain can be a meanie sometimes but I'm going to Lunar kick all those negative thoughts away" - the two of you giggle.

Rumi cups your face in her hands - her rough palms contrast your soft face.

"You are stunning - mesmerising actually. Your eyes - even though they're a little red now- remind me of the prettiest gemstones. Your lips are soft,sweet and so kissable" Rumi says, placing her chapped lips against yours.

"And of course, who can forget these adorable cheeks" she says while teasingly pinching and squishing them.

There are no bad intentions behind her touches or words purely love and admiration.

"Rumi I -"

"Sweetheart I'm not done yet. I want to praise all of you from head to toe." Rumi cuts you off.

"Your arms are perfect. When you hug me or cuddle me-it makes me feel like I'm at home." Rumi says hugging you.

"You know it'd be better if you're naked." Rumi mumbles pulling away from the hug.

"RUMI DON'T BE SO BLUNT!" you squeal. You feel the blood warm up your cheeks and both of you giggle again.

You hesitated at first but then realised it's just Rumi - the only person you'd leave yourself so open. The only one you will allow you to see you so bare - not only your body but your soul.

She tugs at the hem of your - her- shirt and asks if she can remove it. She does the same to your bottoms. You agreed but only if she takes hers off as well. She does and it makes you clench your thighs together.

Positioning herself on the bed and in front of the mirror she gestures for you to straddle her toned thigh.

"I can't sit there ill -"

"You'll what? Hurt me or something? Think I can't handle it? “She chuckles.

"Come sit. Now. “she instructs.

You know better than to keep her waiting, so you try and hover over her thigh. Only for her to grip the curve of your hips and pull you onto her.

"I said sit not hover bun. I hope you don't try to do that if I ask you to sit on my face.“ Her tone is dangerously low and makes your tummy pool with heat.

"Look how good we look together," Rumi says. You can't focus - not when your soft body is pressed against her strong one. You’re already soaked, and she hasn't even touched you yet. You can't bring yourself to look at the mirror, so you nuzzle your head into her neck.

"You're even cuter when you're squirming. Didn't know that was possible ”she teases.

As you wiggle your hips your clit catches on her muscular thigh, and you stifle back a moan. She flexes her thigh in response.

“Not yet bun”

She holds you in place and turns you so face the mirror once again.

"Your body is perfect.Look at your boobs so what if they're not perky or even? Mine aren't either" Picking your hand up she places it on her boobs.

"And this tummy… where do I even begin. It's not disgusting -it helps keep you nourished. It’s got stretch marks on it and so does mine “she moves your hand down from her chest, along her abs and across her stretch marks.

"Rumi, you're stunning “you whisper. She stretches her fingers over yours and pulls your hand closer so she can hold it.

"So are you, baby. I wanna take care of you.Bun there's so much I have to say. I could go on for hours talking about the reasons I love you - not only your body but your mind ,your soul but right now… I just want to worship your body a little ”

Slipping away from you she kneels on the cool tiled floor and settles between your thighs. You’re flustered by her comments, but your eyes follow the way she moves.

When her fluffy ears tickle you, your sweet laughter fills your shared bedroom. Rumi finally lets go of your hand with a kiss as she massages your thighs.

"So soft, pillowy, absolutely stunning" She traces her fingertips along your stretch marks. She runs her hands along the soft chub of your hips and all the way down to your calves finally settling her hands back on your thighs.You shiver at her soft touches - it makes your body feel electrified.

"Mind if I mark 'em up a little?"

"Mmh" is all you can respond with

"I need words baby. Are you in the mood for this & want me to continue?"

"Y-yes it's okay"

"Good because the only time I want to see you crying again is when it's on my strap. Got it Princess?"

(a/n-the best line I've ever wrote in my whole writing career)

Before you can respond she starts softly kissing along your inner thighs.You place your hands in her hair making sure not to grip too tight or near the base of her ears - which are extra sensitive. Rumi sucks on your soft skin and smirks when the bruises blossom on your skin.

You grind against the edge of the bed and your grip tightens on her hair. Looking down you feel a sense of pride and belonging which fades into concern.

Fuck how am I going to cover them up before the gala? you pondered.

"Eyes on the mirror pretty. Want you to watch how you fall apart for me" Rumi requested.

She smirks, spreading your plush thighs apart. You prop yourself up on a pillow and on your elbows trying to follow Rumi's order to look in the mirror.

You feel overwhelmed - mind hazy with lust and embarrassment. You don't know where to look.

"C-can I look at you instead?"

Rumi gives you a hazy smile before running her fingers along your pretty pussy. She swears she loves all of you equally, but your pussy was something else. She loves the way she has to use all her fingers to spread your folds and mound just so she can see your clit.

She adores the way you flutter and clench around nothing - you're so cute and eager. She doesn't mind whether you shave but secretly finds it hot when you let it grow. She's not letting a little hair stop her from pleasing you.

Rumi knows how to pleasure a woman - she alternates kissing along your thighs and pussy. The anticipation makes you dizzy. As she teases you, you gasp and buck your hips towards her.

She uses the tip of her tongue to swirl around your throbbing clit. She feels it pulsing on her tongue and stops to edge you for a bit before flattening it and running it along your eager slit.

She feels so good it almost hurts - you feel a dull pain almost desperate to feel something. Rumi always makes sure you're dripping before easing a finger into you. She curls her fingers upwards, and it hits your sweet spot every time and uses her other hand to spread you open so she can lap at your clit

Even though your plush thighs are muffling her ears she can still hear you.Your shared bedroom that was recently filled with sobs and giggles is now filled with lewd moans and erratic breathing

"No cumming until you tell me what I want to hear," Mirko says, slowing her movements

"Please… Please Please" you beg feeling a flurry of butterflies in your tummy.

"No not that… I want you to say you're pretty"

"m pretty" you try to say but instead it comes out in a high pitched squeal

"Say it like you mean it or you're not going to cum" Rumi demands, completely stopping her actions.

"Fuck. Mmh sorry. I’m pretty. I’m pretty Mmh so pretty. Mmh Mirko's pretty girl" you blabber, unsure of what you're saying all you can think about is cumming.Arching your back and trying to hump Rumi’s fingers you cry out of desperation.

"That's a good girl. You are my pretty girl, don’t forget that. You can cum for me sweetheart" Rumi praises, lapping at your clit, pumping, and curling her fingers again

You feel your tummy tighten before cumming all over Rumi's fingers. Your eyes are shut, and the most angelic moans leaves your lips.

Your chest heaves and Rumi looms above you cooing about how proud she is of you. She takes a moment to appreciate your stunning body again as she licks her fingers.

"You think you can give one more pretty? “ Rumi asks, massaging your legs

Still trying to catch your breath you nod frantically - wanting to please your girlfriend.

Rumi's pussy is throbbing and drenched in her own arousal. All she can think about is pushing your thick thighs up so she can grind on your pretty pussy.

She holds your legs to your chest - digging her hand into the soft flesh. Feeling her pussy on yours makes both of you whimper. The two of you are so wet and desperate and you know you're not going to last long.

She may be smaller than you but thanks to her training she pins you down easily and humps you like a bunny in heat. Slipping her hand between the two of you and spreading your pussy open so you grind clit to clit with each other.

“Just like that bun.... there’s my good, pretty girl” she grits.

With each harsh thrust of her hips, it makes your tummy rolls and boobs jiggle. Rumi is truly mesmerised by your beauty. She keeps glancing up and down. Your eyes are shut in pure ecstasy and your tongue is lolled out of your mouth.

"S'pretty like this - all for me right Princess?"

"Mmh. M f'you Rumi. I'm y-your pretty girl."

"That's what I wanted to hear"

You continue rocking your bodies back and forth at an even more frantic pace.

"Faster pretty. Fuck just like that. ahh" Rumi curses.

The two of you cum hard and Rumi almost collapses on you. Catching herself she allows herself to gently lie on top of you. Bodies pressed together and drenched in sweat and with racing hearts, the two of you lay like this for a while.

You can't think straight at all - the room feels like it's spinning. You struggle to keep your eyes open and even out you’re breathing.

“One more alright. Just relax, I got it".

Rumi is full of energy - it’s her quirk or being a hero but she's got excellent stamina. Sex always ended up being multiple rounds with the sweetest aftercare.

Rumi goes to the bedside table and grabs her strap on and a bottle of lube - not that she needed it.

"Are you okay with this? “She asks while lubing up her strap.

Still basking in your afterglow and trying to come back to reality you reply with a meek "yes.” You can't see Rumi but hear the jingle of the buckles as she secures the strap on.

"Absolutely sure? Cause I really wanna fuck you against the mirror so you can see how pretty you are taking me "

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visionofvoid · 1 year

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Homewrecker - MV1

Summary: “and if i don’t hate you?”

Warnings: angst, implied emotional cheating

Pairings: max verstappen x oc

Word Count: 1280

PART TWO PART THREE

Kelly Piquet was constantly surrounded by very important people.

For starters she is a mother and prides herself with spoiling her daughter as much as she could. Secondly, she is the daughter of three-time Formula One World Champion, Nelson Piquet and is in a loving relationship with current World Champion, Max Verstappen. Finally, she is an influencer and blogger who has many responsibilities online, so, it was only right that one of the other important people in her life was her personal assistant, Blake.

Kelly has had many other assistants in the past, however, Blake seemed to be the only one that understood the fast paced life she immersed herself in. Blake always went above and beyond to ensure Kelly's schedule was up to date and in turn was compensated handsomely. Blake had become a key figure in both Kelly and her daughter's life, but also in Max’s much to his dismay.

Kelly nor Blake ever understood why Max never got along with the latter. Blake always had Kelly at the airport to pick up Max on a week off, always made sure she got into the pit without a hassle and she was always eager and willing to look after Penelope whenever Kelly and Max wanted some time alone.

Blake sighed as she walked down the hall to let Max into the building. She knew she was the last person that Max would want to see, especially after traveling for a few hours, hours worth of PR and now having to deal with security refusing to let him in without a sufficient pass. Max wished to surprise Kelly on a shoot with a magazine and hated that he had to message Blake to come and get him. It hurt his ego almost, having to message the girl he despised more than anything.

When Kelly first hired Blake, Max didn’t know why but he just felt uneasy around the woman. He found that she became too comfortable with the luxurious and fast paced life a little too quickly. She easily immersed herself into both of their busy lifestyles; she became fast friends with other model colleagues of Kelly’s, associates at magazine firms, even going so far to befriend some of the behind the scenes staff of Red Bull racing. She seemed to make everyone laugh, remembered everyone’s names and small details about someone. Max instead thought she was trying too hard to fit in.

“He’s good. He’s with me, André.” Blake smiled gently at the security guard who nodded in response, pressing a button to allow Max to round the corner through the security doors. He held a bouquet of sunflowers and roses. “Have a good day, André.” There she was again, Max thought to himself, trying too hard.

Blake stifled a smirk knowing that these were Kelly’s favorite flowers at all. You’d think that after dating for so long he wouldn’t mess something up as small as your girlfriend’s favorite flowers. She kept her thoughts to herself.

“Good afternoon, Max.” Blake was always amicable with Max, out of respect for her job, Kelly and Penelope. He just grunted in response and followed Blake down the hall, around a corner and to the elevators.

Max rushed to press the button first, squeezing in between Blake and the sides of the elevator when the doors finally opened. Blake simply rolled her eyes and pressed the button to the floor that Kelly’s shoot was on. The pair rarely ever had any alone time and Blake was rather uncomfortable with the silence.

Max could smell Carolina Herrera’s ‘Very Good Girl’ slightly on Blake when she reached over to press the button to close the elevator doors. He only knew what the scent was because he had searched high and low to figure out what it was so he could give it to Kelly for a random ‘thinking of you’ gift that was posted to hundreds of thousands of her followers. He fell in love with the scent the moment he first met Blake. It was so entrancing, and it suited her effortless and chic style.

His eyes traveled up her multi-coloured warm-toned scarf that sat snug around her neck. It was cold this time around, but it suited her nonetheless. He hated that he spent so much time analyzing her looks, the way she interacted with other people regardless of their social status, the way she seemed so happy to be doing life.

“I don’t know what I did to make you hate me.” Blake finally mumbled, just loud enough that she knew Max heard her. His stoic face that remained looking ahead of him shifted slightly with a clench of his jaw, his cheekbones hardening. The bouquet in his hands trembled slightly, though Blake made no move to call him out on it. “I work my ass off, you never see that. I have tons of sleepless nights, coffee-fuelled mornings, canceled dates to make sure she has a perfectly balanced life between being a mother, influencer, model and girlfriend.” Max’s eyes faltered, landing on the top of the bouquet and settling on the round, brown middle of a perfectly bloomed sunflower.

“And I would do it again and again, even if it meant you hate me. So do it, hate me if it makes you feel better.” Max turned to her this time, giving her his full attention. She seemed taken back for a moment before straightening up, looking him dead in the eyes. He admired her confidence.

“And if I don’t hate you?” Max finally spoke, the tension thick in the air as the elevator finally stopped, a bell ringing and then the doors finally opening. Kelly seemed to be on a break, a large smile on her face when she spotted Max. He seemed to stop himself from running in, giving her the flowers and spending time with her before she had to back to her shoot but instead paused, waiting for an answer from Blake.

“Then you need to start, at least for Kelly.” Blake pushed past Max, putting on a bright smile and sending Kelly a wink before walking over to where some of the photographers sat with coffees, scrolling through some of the pictures already. Max’s eyes trailed her for a few moments before he plastered on a bright smile, marching towards Kelly.

Her eyes brightened as he handed her the flowers. He knew internally that she preferred other flowers but he found the pairing of sunflowers and roses just that little bit more beautiful. He knew he should have just gotten her something she would actually like. He had no excuse as to why he was acting this way. He was so entranced with Kelly, loved Penelope as if she was his own and he loved Kelly with all of his being, right?

Kelly could sense the internal battle Max was having with himself, so she placed her flowers down on a side table near her chair and other belongings and moved her hand to touch his cheek forcing him to look into her eyes.

“Is everything okay?” Kelly questioned, noticing the rather distant look in his eyes and how he looked beyond her being that stood right in front of him. She already started to put together all the pieces in her head, she knew he was staring at Blake. She couldn’t understand why he wouldn't let his dislike for her go, just for Kelly’s sake. Blake was good at her job, no, great even and she rarely dealt with Max personally so Kelly just didn’t understand it. Kelly couldn’t understand how anyone could hate Blake.

Unless of course it wasn’t hate, but something else.

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itonashi · 1 year

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YOU are YOU

SUMMARY : Known around the world — a genius scientist named [Name][Last Name]. Everyone sought to be her as she was deemed perfect. A young prodigy that managed to climb up the ranks alongside her friends. She met her demise at the age of 35. It shook the world. Tears fall because of her. Will there be another her?

PAIRING : aquamarine hoshino x fem!reader

WARNINGS : implied deaths, stalking, drugs, slow burn romance, more will be added.

A/N : finished chp 1! even though i was in misery because of hsr. it's okay hehe. haha. i want gepard so bad. chp 1 is kind short even though it's like 1.4k words lol. i hope you love it my staggie ! (my followers name is staggie)

"Goro, don't you miss me?"

"Why should I?" Goro glance at you with eyes that could be interpret as 'in love'. Despite his replies to you, he knew that he misses you deeply. You changed him. Your existence gave hope to him.

Before knowing the world of idols and drowning himself in work as a doctor, you were the reason he kept on living. It was like a miracle. Meeting you on his last year of middle school, someone that's 2 years older than him. He never thought he was the guy to like older women.

Your hair that flow along the wind breeze of the countryside fresh air. The usual spot of your meeting place, the hospital rooftop. "Look at you being snarky..." You make a shock face. "Don't you have work to do?" He questioned the free time you have been having these days. You have too much free time for a genius scientist that's known around the world. A prominent figure in the science world that will go through history.

One of the people who had change the world through technology. Despite being a figure in the science world, you too have made it in the entertainment industry. Just what were you doing? Trying to live nine lives? You had appear in model shoot, even become a brand's ambassador. "You really are carefree.." He added with a slight chuckle and fix his glasses. You tilt your head "Well... I'm still young after all! A young woman have to make the best of her life." You gave an eyes closed smile.

He crosses his arms together and sigh "Whatever makes you happy [Nickname]." You lightly laugh and look towards the night sky. He stare at your figure. Even when you're only standing, he could feel the aura you let out. The strong aura that just screams 'Hey! I'm an important person in this industry.' He could never compare to you.

You went close to the railing and face him — leaning onto the railing. "Gorou, do I shine like a star right now?" He widen his eyes at the sudden change of atmosphere. The words didn't come out of his mouth, instead he probably look like a gapping fish. How could he forget how your eyes look like?

It was your eyes that made him attracted to you. It shine like the stars. Your eyes twinkle and had actual stars in it. Everyone agreed that the unique things about you is your eyes. They said that your eyes were like the stars dancing around the ocean waves.

"You do shine. You shine more than other people." He responded to your question with a smile. He wish that this moment last forever but the world isn't fair.

If only he could go back to this moment and make you stay this time. Would you and him become a family? Would the smile you always hold be in his mind forever? Can he still see your smile even after death?

Even after two years of your passing, he still hasn't move on from you. Your smile was engraved in his mind. The lovely smile you had. It will always be in his heart — like you always said to him "Well, I have always been in your heart." With the little laugh you did. Your soothing voice will always be his favorite.

They will never be another you because YOU are YOU. The world will always remember you. His genius scientist.

It breaks his heart how you have mentioned about a teen girl named AI Hoshino. The girl he would help to deliver her babies. He never thought he would ever met his patient's favorite idol. He never thought he would ever met the random teen girl he has heard about from you.

Oh right, he haven't read the letter that was given to him the day of your funeral from one of your friends. He didn't read it yet because the condition was to read it after 3 years. Were you playing with him? It has been 2 years now... Only one year left.

Funny story, he didn't have the chances to read your letter because well he's dead! Duh!

'It has been two years that I have been in this body' You frown. I guess, you're finally accustomed with this body of yours. [Name] Yoshino, that was your name in this new body, new life. Such a coincidence that you will still be using the same name as your previous life.

Reincarnation? It was such a bizarre things to happened to you. You don't believe in it but she does. How are all off your friends doing? You can only see them on the TV but it was rare to do so. In your past life, you were a genius scientist that was in a world organization. Each of your friends are from another country. They were the people that managed to top the world alongside with you.

Only some of your friends appears in the TV as half of them prefer to work behind the scenes. Well, you hope they're doing fine even after your death. Did they read the letters yet? Did Goro read the letter yet?

How is the love of your life doing? Did he move on? Did he finally have a family? How sad. If only... You weren't killed two years ago.

What's this weird feeling in your stomach? Why do you feel like something bad is going to happen? You need to keep your guard up. You walked faster and stay clear from the crowd. It was night time.

'This is bad. Something is going to happen.' You furrowed your eyebrows in frustration. You felt sick but you can't drop your guard even in the slightest. Being a prominent figure means you're prone to assassination attempt. After all, you have always been unlucky in situations.

You have steered away from the crowd. A quiet place that's still within the city of Tokyo. A woman cannot be alone, you learned that the hard way but you felt like this time you need to be alone. Is it a feeling of death? Is someone watching you?

You saw a tiny flash and glanced towards it. "A sniper... He must've known I noticed him now..." You muttered under your breath. You took a deep breath. 'I can't avoid this anymore. I'm sorry, my little brother. I'm sorry, Goro. I'm sorry to everyone that I have lied too. I was always dirty but I will forever be thankful to him for saving me. Even in my death, I want to smile for everyone. After all, I just love these people the most. Will there be a person to avenge me?' You smiled towards the sniper and mouthed 'Do your best. I have done enough in this world, probably.'

Bang!

Blood splattered everywhere. A shot on the head is bound to be messy. The sniper gritted his teeth. 'I love you' was the last words you mouthed the moment you were shot on the head. The bloods on your clothes, hair, floor. Everything is messy. The messy life you have been living as a genius scientist. Do you actually want to live as a genius again? You can't keep lying to yourself.

You remembered your last moments very clearly. It can't never be erase from your memories. The date of your death. The time of your death. The place of your death. You can never forget about it.

Will you be lucky in this new life?

Will you be miserable again?

You shake of the negative thoughts. At least you have parents in this life but they're weird, in your opinion. Well, who knows what will happen in the future. You're not some kind of god. Just a genius. A 'lucky genius' that's what they call you in your past life but no one knew of your past except for your uncle. Your past life's uncle. The man who took care of you after the death of your parents. Where is he now?

"[Name]! There you are!" Oh, it's your mom. Akemi Yoshino, the woman who hold you for nine months. She's a beauty to say the least. She held you in her arms and kiss your cheek. You make a gibberish sounds to pretend. Your father, Kazuo Yoshino watch by the sidelines and only smiled. What a weirdo. Either way, you don't know if you will get close with your own father.

Your mother was a actress that quit due to being pregnant. Was she popular? Kinda. She have made an appearance in a commercial ad. Your father is a film director that's famous. Means, you came from a rich family now. Not that you weren't rich in your past life. To be born into a family on the entertainment industry is a stress though.

Expectations will come for you.

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Ghost and Price Soulmate AU

A/N: G/N reader, posted as seperate fics on ao3 with each specific tag relating.

Warnings: Angst, self-mutaliation, reference domestic abuse

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Ghost

He never believed in soul mates. Not in the matter that most people thought. Sure, they were real, sure there was someone out there destined to be ones other's match. Ghost just didn't believe it meant anything. Not really.

He of course had seen what it lead to.

His mother, destined to be with his father. They were soul mates and yet he treated her just as bad. His father loved his mother, sure, but he loved himself so much more.

So when that fated day came, that one when a bullet hit Ghost directly on his thigh, he couldn't help but be a little relieved. The nurses had been so sympathetic, the doctors too. They hadn't been able to save the soul mark. Now replaced with a gunshot scar. A blessing in disguise. It was a weight off his shoulders.

Escaped. He had escaped destiny.

Legs rather comfortable on Soaps lap, you hand your arm over your eyes while you quietly rest. "How'd you get this one?" He poked the scar just under your knee. If anyone else had asked, you would have given them a piece of your mind. Asking about a scar wasn't a line that everyone could cross.

"Some dude tried to go for my kneecap and missed."

"Ouch."

"Didn't even hit me hard enough to shatter my kneecaps regardless of his shit aim."

The door clicked open and you heard the quietest of footsteps enter the room. "Sergeants." Ghost.

"Hey LT, what's the sit'?"

"Price's put us all on mandatory vacation leave." Your arm lift from your face at his voice as you stared at him.

"For real?" You asked, disbelief written across your face.

"Two weeks." You heard a huff from his voice as he sat down opposite to you. There was almost a relief in his eyes. He had been working hard. Too hard.

"Well gives the pair of you a perfect amount of time for a honeymoon huh-" Soap's tease was cut off by your kick but only made him laugh harder. Your relationship with Simon wasn't a secret, not to Soap anyway.

"Alright, alright I was joking. Shite."

"Perhaps you could use that two weeks to learn how to be funny." Your eyes narrowed at him.

"You wound me." He jabbed a finger next to a scar. "Speaking of wounds, How'd you get this one?" You looked over to the exposed skin just under your shirt.

You froze for a moment and your eyes didn't go to Soaps, but to Ghosts. The pair of you had never brought up the matter at hand. Soul marks, it never seemed important. So many people so dedicated to finding that person that the world designed for them, it just didn't seem to matter for you. You loved Ghost, you didn't want to know it was because of an outside force. You loved him and nothing would change that.

"That's my soul mark."

"Damn, that's rough. Not a pretty one." Soap looked down at the nasty scar.

"No, I mean it was. Alright, so when I was a kid I was totally in love with this girl at school called Lilith."

"Oh yeah?" He raised a brow while Ghost continued to watch.

"But she had a different soul mark than mine and wouldn't even look at someone who wasn't her soul mark. She was only gonna date her soulmate."

"What happened?"

"I figured I couldn't have the same one as her but maybe she would date me if I didn't have one. Like how would she ever know if I lost it."

"So you burnt it off?" Soap looked at you with slight horror.

"Cut actually. It uh, really fucking hurt but man she was really pretty." Soap straightened his back slightly and you swallowed.

"I presume it didn't work out."

"We started dating happily and were together up until right before I joined the military. Until her actual soulmate showed up."

"Ohhhh, rough." He gave you a look of sympathy.

"At the time? Was not happy. But I think everything worked out okay." Your eyes locked onto Ghosts for a moment.

"Cute. What about this one?" Soap asked and you looked at the scar on your hand.

"Think that was when I burnt myself making an omelette." Soap barked out a laugh and you could have sworn you saw Ghost's eyes squint from a smile.

"For fucks sake, Soap!" A grumble turned into a yell and the pair of you froze at Price's voice. In all honesty, Price didn't shout like that very often, especially at one of you. Normally it was more akin to a tired sigh.

"Whaddya do this time?" You removed your legs from his lap.

"Better go find out." He jumped up and cracked his neck. "If you don't hear from me in three hours then I want stripers at my funeral." He gave you a wink and headed out the door. The fact he locked the door after him wasn't something you missed.

Silence settled between the pair of you. Eventually, Ghost spoke up. "Can I see it?" Your eyes lift up and met his. You knew exactly what he meant.

"Sure. It's just a scar now, nothing special." Ghost stood up and towered his way over to you. He replaced Soap and your feet settled on his lap. Carefully, Simon removed the mask from his face and placed it on the coffee table next to you. You watched as he bit the top of his glove and slid it off his hand for it to join his mask.

His hand gently grazed the old scar. "Do you regret it?"

"No. Not really, to be honest after things didn't work out with Lilith I didn't think I would date again."

"Why did you?" His brown eyes settled on yours while he continued to stroke the scar.

"Well, we spent what like three months skirting around each other?"

"Four."

"Mmm, I mean you're an attractive man Simon. Enough to make someone change their mind."

"You couldn't see my face."

"What can I say, I'm a sucker for tats." You grinned and he raised a brown. His curled lips betrayed him and you let out a small laugh. "Honestly blame Soap, dunno if he did the same to you but god fucking dammit was he a persistent wingman. I enjoy your company and he didn't let me forget that."

"Hmm, seems he played matchmaker for the pair of us."

"Are you really surprised? It's Soap, he loves to meddle."

"Probably why Price is ripping him a new one," Simon muttered and his eyes sent back to the scar.

"Does it bother you?" Your voice was small, quiet and concern drew across your face. "That I don't have a mark anymore. That we will never know if we were made for each other." Simon paused and then suddenly got up from the chair only adding to your uncertainty. He placed his leg on the coffee table and started to pull up his trouser leg.

Confused you watched him until he pointed to a particular scar. "See that there?"

"You got shot?" You raised a brow.

"That there's where my mark god before it was shot. Lucky bullet. Can't be upset with you an't having one if I don't have one now."

Simon let the trouser leg fall and sat back down on the couch. This time he grabbed your legs and pulled you up onto his lap. It was a swift movement that had you automatically let out a small laugh. He had that adoring look on his face. The corners of his lips all crinkled up. Now with you in arm's reach, his bare hand caressed your face. "Couldn't give a flying fuck about that shite. I'm with you because I want to be, not because some destiny bullshit tells me to. But because I choose to love you."

Price

It had been a completely innocent moment that he saw it. That mark on your torso. A cropped singlet showed it off while you played netball with your squad. A particular game that Gaz had joined. Price wasn't even supposed to be there, he was only getting Gaz. Yet he froze when he saw that mark. The one that was identical to the on his wrist. Just under his watch.

Gaz forgotten about, Price had a call he had to make.

"Look, Kate, doesn't need to be somewhere safe or dangerous just anywhere but where I am."

"John I can't just have people reassigned for no good reason. Are you trying to sabotage their career? Is this a personal thing?"

"No, fuck, I'm not trying to fuck with their career. I'll be compromised around them, it's not a problem now but it might be in the future."

"Are you in a relationship with this person? Or were you?" Kate asked and John let out a sound of slight frustration through the phone.

"They're my soul mate Kate. They don't know it but I saw it." The line went silent. John eventually heard a sigh on the other end of the line.

"I'll do what I can."

After that phone call, John hadn't heard from you again. Despite the desire for companionship feeling deep down inside of him, he knew he did the right thing. It wasn't your fault and it wasn't his. Yet he had decided to override date, to override destiny.

Laswell never told him where she sent you. On any other day, he would have said that was for the better.

Any other day.

Gaz sprinted alongside him, guns firing about near them. "Fuck!" He could hear Gaz as the building nearby crumbled down into dust, a building they had just come from.

The pair of them were overrun and for a moment he looked at Gaz and regretted bringing him to his death. There were just too many from too many directions. With no proper cover, the pair of them were fish in a barrel. Bullets came from in front of them but not at them. By some miracle, a door opened while gunfire continued to cover them.

The door promptly shut behind them as both Gaz and Price fell to the ground in their hurried movement.

"Well, I'll be damned, long time no see Gaz." You held a hand out for him and Price watched as you pulled Gaz off the ground.

"Hey, Lieutenant! Didn't expect you to be here." Lieutenant? Price never knew you were promoted. Then again it's not like he wanted to hear about you, it was easier pretending you didn't exist.

"Yeah well, not the worst place to be at. I presume you guys are here due to the attack three days ago?"

"Affirmative on that." Price finally spoke up, he could pretend at least now that you weren't his soul mate.

"We have been here since then, then you two were running through dead man's land."

"Are you guys stuck here?" Gaz asked while you lead them over to a table with a map on top.

"Of course not. We have an underground pathway in our access. But they don't know that. They think that we are stuck here, they tried to push a could of times but Katey up in the best keeps taking them out."

"Are they hoping to starve you out then?" Gaz asked and you nodded.

"Yup in the meantime we have been setting up."

"Setting up what?" Price asked and you gave him a big grind.

"Fireworks show of course. The tunnels below here are far more extensive than everyone originally thought. It goes directly under their set up so we are going to hit the supports."

"Have it crumble from beneath them." Gaz breathed and you nodded.

"Only problem is that there's a high chance that our tunnels will collapse too, we are right on a cliff face so it's gonna be close." Your Sergent popped up next to you.

"This is Sergeant Lawyerson. Demolitions and structural expert."

"The idea is we will evacuate everyone first. " You explained.

"Speaking of, we should get to that. I onto have one set of charges left."

"Right we have to be quick then, when they realise that we don't have people at their posts they might push."

"I'll go get them in place now. Captain, Sergent do you mind looking after my men? There's a side path on the mountain we need to take, it goes from tunnel to straight cliff face. It's pretty risky but KitKat knows the way."

They both gave you a nod and started to work with the squad to leave. Yet Price's eyes lingered on you for a moment. You were a storm, not one to be trifled with. You spoke with certainty and confidence. The perfect leader for your squad. He could see the trust in their eyes.

"Lieutenant!"

"What is it, Katey?"

"Fuck, they got a tank out here!" Price watched as you froze for a moment then sprinted to the exposed gap then swore.

"Right, everyone evacuates now. KitKat eyes front."

"What about Attorney?"

"I'll get Lawyerson, the rest of you go." Price was swept up with the small crowd and followed KitKat down a tunnel. He only had a glimpse of you before you ran down a different path away from him.

"Captain, this way." KitKat had a kind smile on her face but he couldn't help but feel the pit in his stomach form. Was this a result of the bond? Or was this a gut feeling? He couldn't tell.

With Gaz in front of him, he was led through the path until he reached outside. It was an old climbing path, the bridges were old and wooden while the actual path was thin. It didn't allow for fast movement.

A few minutes later his head whipped around to see you following your Sargent. "Blow it." You commanded as the pair of you expertly hurried down the path. Far faster than everyone else had. He couldn't help but wonder how many times the pair of you had travelled it in the last few days.

"We're too close to the blast!" Price's eyes went to the entryway as more voices started to echo down.

"We can't let them reach here else everyone's dead. There's no cover here."

"We can handle some!" She protested.

"Some, not a goddamn army." You were right. She glanced at you over her shoulder then hit the detonator.

A rumble echoed it as the pair of you continued to sprint. Echos of your enemies' screams carried through the tunnel and out into the open. True to Lawyersons suspicions, the tunnels on your side had started to collapse too.

Unfortunately, not all your foes were caught. A brief area by the exit was reinforced rather well and they survived. Meanwhile, the path around you started to crumble. Gaz lit up his gun in an attempt to cover the pair of you.

Price snapped to action just in time for the wooden bridge to collapse under both you and Lawyerson. She managed to barely leap over to safety but your jump, slightly further back didn't make it.

But he caught you.

Price's hand found yours as he dove prone to the side. With one hand off the side, you dangled to his hand. "I got you." His eyes bore into yours as the pair of you tried to pull you up. Yet the wood that you used cracked under your weight and all progress was lost. Lawyerson recovered and went to help pull you up but a bullet in her leg had her cry out.

A curse left John's mouth as a gunshot hit his shoulder. They were getting lit up trying to save you. Your eyes turned to see the small group that had survived. They were aiming for the three of you.

"Let go, you need to leave." Your voice came and for the first time in a very long time. He froze.

"I'm not leaving you."

"You will die if you stay and I'll die regardless. Don't water your life like this. " He felt your hand go limp against him and he used all his strength to continue holding on.

"I can't."

"They always said you were such a level-headed man. Let go. Don't put the weight of your death on me. Lawyerson will need help with that leg of hers. Save her."

His eyes glanced at the small mark on his exposed wrist, your eyes followed him and you gave him a weak smile. John couldn't say it out loud, that he was your soul mate. A man you only knew from word of mouth.

"I already knew. Gaz showed me a picture of the pair of you, your wrist was showing." His lips parted.

"You didn't say anything."

"Love wasn't an option for me. Soulmates? That's a fantasy for civilians to have. Not us. But for what it's worth, if there was anyone worth being cosmically tied to, your a pretty damn amazing man to be it."

He shouted your name and with your free hand, you pried yourself from his grip. "Go!" So John watched as you fell, a love finished before it had even started.

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55sturn · 2 months

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ SNAP OUT OF IT: CHAPTER 0.02

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↳ summary: in which a small argument snowballs into something much larger. tensions grow high only a few hours after re-meeting and some repressed memories are revealed much earlier than anticipated.

↳ pairings: college!matt sturniolo x fem!reader

↳ warnings: swearing, smoking [weed + cigarettes], cocky!matt, matt not realizing who the reader is, flashbacks.

↳ important things to note: starts out with reader’s pov, then will switch to matt’s pov, followed by switching to third person pov, and then back to reader’s pov.

READER’S POV

“what’s wrong sweetheart?” he hums, a smug grin on his face as i feel his eyes trail up and down my body as his tongue clicks. i scoff, pushing the door open, and making a beeline for the door with a sticky note of my name on it.

“wait how the fuck do you know my name?” i hear him call out from his room which was across the short hallway from mine, causing a sharp pang rush through my chest.

he really doesn’t remember me?

how the fuck can he forget the girl he said was his favourite in middle school? i know i look different from how i did at the end of high school but i didn’t think i looked that different.

i dismiss the thoughts and questions with a scoff, walking back to my doorway as i stare at him, watching as he shifts uncomfortably under my gaze.

“maybe my name will ring a bell.” i spit, ripping the sticky note off my door, shoving it against his chest before leaving the dorm, not bothering to watch his reaction.

as i swiftly begin my way back to jocelyn, i felt my entire body begin to shake with anger. no matter where i was in life, no matter what i was doing, matt found a way to taint those moments and memories, i had thought moving to cambridge would be a break from his ghost constantly haunting every corner of my mind. i thought that once i got out of boston, he would be nothing but a distant and blurry figure in the back of my mind.

but i guess fate had another plan.

jocelyn sits on the hood of her car, talking with someone, more than likely flirting her way into making him do all our heavy lifting, making me snort as i unlocked my car.

“couldn’t last twenty minutes without seeking your next victim?” i tease, watching as she throws her head back laughing, a quick shrug following as she hops off her hood.

“please i will not be hooking up with chris, i was just shocked to see him here.” she hums, causing me to freeze for a moment before turning to face him.

“chris.” i nod, quickly busting myself with a couple bags and a box, trying to steady my hands.

“long time no see y/n, nick and i miss you, ya know.” chris quips, making my shoulders fall as i sigh.

“well if you plan on visiting your brother, you’ll see me a lot more.” i mumble, watching back toward the doors as chris and jocelyn trail behind me, each of them carrying a box of mine.

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“it means that the universe hates me and gave me the worst fucking dorm mate in existence!” i chuckle, however i found very little humour in the situation at hand.

“no fucking way.” jocelyn cackles, knowing exactly what i meant as we made our way down the hallways, stopping in front of my dorm.

“welcome to hell! please enjoy the visit!” i huff, my voice laced with dry sarcasm as we enter the dorm, matt leaning against the counter, a half finished cigarette in his hand as jocelyn fails to hide her snort.

“i thought you were joking but you’re actually living with him?”

“unfortunately.” i scoff, walking off to my room, placing bags and box on the bed, before returning to the kitchen.

“jocelyn.” matt nods, a grim look as his face as she stares him down, her arms crossed as her eyes dart around his face.

“matt. you still look like shit.” she quips back, her expression matching his.

“and i heard you’re still a slut, guess some things don’t change.” he laughs, causing her to bite back a laugh.

that was one thing about jocelyn, she would dish it out and take it just as well, she was one to let any and everything roll off her back because she didn’t care what people thought of her. it was the one thing i envied about her, but being so close with her has definitely helped me learn to take things with a grain of salt.

“hey y/n, about earlier, i’m sorry. you just look a lot different from the last time i saw you, it took me a second to recognize you.” matt murmurs, his eyes holding an indescribable expression, i tilt my head and watch him with a blank expression before speaking,

“you act like i give a flying fuck, matt. now make yourself useful and butt that out, we don’t need to get in shit the first night.”

after a while, jocelyn, chris, and i had finally moved everything from our vehicles to the dorm, and jocelyn made herself at home on the couch while i began unpacking.

“hey joce, classes don’t start for a couple more days, do you mind staying and coming shopping for dishes and other important shit tomorrow?” i hum, placing my skincare and makeup bags in the bathroom.

“you know i’m down.”

“try not to catch an infection the first night you’re here.” matt speaks from the kitchen, causing her to roll her eyes.

“hate to break it to you matt but the only infection i’d catch is from you and there’s no fucking way i’m touching you with a ten foot pole.”

“hey man, i’m clean.”

“not what i heard from the chicks you’ve fucked back home.”

“you know, you and chris would be perfect for each other.” matt snorts, rolling a joint on the counter as jocelyn chokes on the water she was drinking.

“why do you say that?”

“you’re both whores who love to sleep around and are scared of mature relationships.”

“like you know anything about maturity, mister “you’re my favourite girl and always will be.” only to go back on your word the day freshman year ended just because some bitch broke your heart.” jocelyn snaps, causing me to drop the the bottle of perfume i held, the sound of it clattering against the ceramic sink snapping jocelyn’s attention back to me.

“jocelyn what the fuck?” i exclaim, watching as her brows creased, an look of remorse covering her features.

MATT’S POV

as soon as the phrase “you’re my favourite girl and always will be.” left jocelyn’s mouth, i felt my ears turn hot and my mouth run dry as clattering echoes from the bathroom.

“jocelyn what the fuck?” y/n exclaims, her voice cracking with hurt as the memory of my eighth grade promise comes rushing back to the both of us.

“you know jocelyn, i’ve never seriously held the fact that you sleep with anyone who looks your way against you, but that comment? that was fucking low, even for you.” i bite, grabbing my keys and wallet from the table, quickly leaving the dorm, making quick strides toward my car.

i couldn’t be around either them as i kept picturing the day i promised y/n she would always be my favourite girl and the day i told her i could never date a fucking loser like her. the images of her eyes full of love followed by images of her eyes welling with tears filled my mind, i needed to get away from those memories, so i grabbed the joint i stuck behind my ear during the fight i had with jocelyn and lit it as i drove around the city.

THIRD PERSON POV [SUMMER BEFORE EIGHTH GRADE]

it was the summer before eighth grade, y/n, jocelyn, and the triplets were all gathered around the triplets’ cape house yard. everyone’s parents had agreed to one big final sleepover before school started in three days. they had all decided they wanted to camp-out in the cape house backyard all in their own shared tents.

matt and chris were sharing, nick and nate were sharing, and y/n and jocelyn were sharing, and that was decided by the parents.

as everyone sat around the fire matt looked at y/n, he smiled, excited to start his last year of middle school with her. they had known of each other since kindergarten but they didn’t became friends until that summer when nick and jocelyn started hanging out more.

“hey y/n/n?”

“yeah matt?”

“you’re my favourite girl and always will be. i don’t really like a lot nick’s friends that girls but you’re really cool.”

“thank you matt, promise i’ll always be your favourite?”

“pinky promise.” he smiled, sticking out his pinky, watching as the girl hooked hers around it, shaking their hands back and forth slightly.

THIRD PERSON POV [FIRST DAY OF FRESHMAN YEAR; AFTER SCHOOL]

y/n bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited outside the triplets door, wanting to hang out with matt and hear about his day, and hopefully confess her crush on him. she hadn’t really heard much from him that much this summer and she missed her friend.

“oh y/n, what are you doing here?”

“just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out.”

“uh sure, come in i guess.” matt sighs, opening the door, letting y/n step through.

a couple hours pass and matt seemed to be in a better mood than he was when she first got there.

“hey matt can i tell you something?” y/n whispers, fidgeting with the bracelet she wore as matt sat up, his back against his headboard as he nods, gesturing for her to continue.

“i like you, like a crush, and people have told me that you might like me too.”

“who said that?”

“jocelyn and nick.”

“well they’re wrong. i could never like a dorky fucking loser like you.” matt spits, rolling his eyes as her jaw drops. she felt tears start to well along her waterline as she stands up, quickly exiting the room, letting matt’s door slam softly, both literally, and metaphorically on their friendship.

READER’S POV [CURRENTLY]

i watch matt leave in a hurry, his brows furrowing in anger as jocelyn stands in the living room in shock, not realizing how far she overstepped.

“i’m sorry y/n, he just infuriates me, especially with the way he acts as if he never knew you at all and that he never did anything wrong, and on top of that, he acts like pretentious jackass that’s better than everyone.” jocelyn pleads, her frustration over everything that’s happened with matt pouring into every word.

“it’s alright, joce.” i sigh, already dreading the moment he comes back. if there was one thing that was i count on when it came to matt, it was the fact that he would hold a grudge, he would hold onto fights with an iron fist grip. if he was mad at you, he would make sure you knew for days on end until he was over it.

and i knew that the moment he came back, he’d direct his anger at me.

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Lightning Bug - Chapter 25

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Warning: mention of past trauma, self-hatred, fluff lots and lots of fluff, lying (but like it's for a surprise), almost first kiss

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“Could this have not waited at a more reasonable time?” Tony asked, sipping on a cup of coffee. Natasha fought an eye roll and a snarky comment that threatened to fall from her lips. It was 10:45 pm. Yelena snorted

“Please, Stark,” she said. “It’s not like you sleep anyways.” Her sister beat her to the comment she was going to make. Natasha wanted to have this meeting much earlier. Getting the young girl absent from this little get-together and who this meeting was about was challenging. The Black Widow blamed it on the candy Maria, who was slipping her candy during the movie. Sam, Wanda, and herself were standing in front of the team.

“We’ll keep this quick,” Sam said. “The three of us learned recently that Y/n has never celebrated her birthday.”

“She doesn’t even know the day she was born.” It made Natasha’s blood boil at the girl’s confession. She could tell it bothered her more than she wanted to let on.

“That is..”

“Not surprising,” Vision finished off Steve’s trailed-off sentence. “FRIDAY couldn’t find any official document of her birth. It’s no shock that her parents never disclosed that information.” Parents were a loose way to describe who those people were to her. Hell, Alexei and Melina were better parents to her and Yelena, and they were brought together for a Red Room mission.

“So,” America said, a smile creeping up to her face. Natasha had a feeling she knew the direction this conversation was headed. “When are we throwing her a party?”

“That’s what we wanted to discuss,” the Black Widow said. “Are we cool with throwing her a party?” Maria rolled her eyes with a shake of her head.

“Please, Nat, you could have said, ‘I want to do something for Y/n,’ and we would agree to help,” the agent smiled. “That girl has us all wrapped around her finger.”

“We would do anything to see her smile,” Bucky added. “What’s the plan?”

Somehow, Natasha and Wanda crept back into their bed without waking the teen. The young girl seemed to find her way into their bed rather than her own. Natasha couldn’t care less. At least now the couple knew she was sleeping. The bed shifting under the weight caused her eyes to flutter open. “Is it morning?” The teen groaned. Natasha chuckled.

“No, we still have more hours to sleep.” She flipped on her back and glanced between the couple.

“Why are you up then?” She asked, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Her lips were in a pout, which had Natasha biting her lip to stop herself from laughing.

“Just an Avengers meeting,” Wanda said. “Nothing to worry about, so go back to sleep.” It was a white lie, but Natasha hated lying to her even though it was for a surprise. She watched the cogs turn in the girl’s head, almost seeing smoke coming from her ears.

“Are you guys leaving for a mission?” Natasha shook her head. “Good, because I don’t want to lose my cuddle buddies.” Her eyes began to close, and she moved her body closer to Natasha.

“We aren’t going anywhere, molniyenosnyy zhuk (lightning bug),” Natasha promised, kissing her on top of her head. Overall, it was a good plan. Pepper was responsible for booking vendors so no one had to cook or serve drinks. Maria and Tony were sending out invites to the rest of the team. Kate, America, and Yelena had the most important job of getting their friend out of the tower while the party was being sent up; Wanda and Sam were doing decorations. There was some underlying fear that Y/n would hate the party and shut down on them. It was amazing to see the progress. Natasha felt her girlfriend’s hand on her hip and squeezed it reassuringly. Now, she had to figure out the perfect girl for her.

“Guys,” you whined as you followed your friends through the busy New York City sidewalk. “Guys, I have homework to do!” When you finished your lessons, Yelena dragged you to the elevator and down to the garage, where America and Kate were waiting. They kidnapped you for a lack of a better word and now were leading you to an undisclosed location.

“Not today you don’t,” Kate smiled, lopping her arm with yours. “We got big plans.”

“I don’t even know what those plans are.” America lopped your free arm with hers this time, and you were sandwiched between the duo.

“Just trust us,” she smiled. The last time you trusted one of them, you we were freefalling through the multiverse and throwing up in a wizard’s cauldron, making you a little nervous. They were acting odd. It was customary for Kate and America to be on another energy level, but even Yelena had a pep in her step.

“I trust you,” Against your better judgment, you did.

“What am I even looking for?” You asked Yelena as you pushed through racks of clothes. They took you to Macey’s, a store you never dared to enter when you lived on the streets. Now, instead, you were a little overwhelmed and lost.

“Just pick whatever you think you’ll like,” she said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. It took more work. You groaned, and Yelena chuckled at your misery. “Look, finding your style will take time and a lot of trial and error. There is no wrong answer.”

It was how you found yourself in a changing room with Yelena on the other side of the door. You had yet to learn where America and Kate ran off to. You were changing into camo cargo pants and a black shirt. The sizing was the most challenging part because you gained a healthy weight while living at the tower. “I heard Pepper asking Tony about missing people reports in the houseless community,” Yelena said. “I’m guessing that was what you were doing.” You checked the outfit in the mirror, liking the pants but not the shirt. You opened the door. “Yes to the pants, but no to the shirt.”

“I thought the same thing,” you said and closed the door to change. “And yeah, that was me. Two people have said something to me about people going missing, so I brought it up to Pepper,” you shrugged and changed out of the outfit. Next was a pair of jeans and a graphic shirt, cut shorter than you were used to. You liked both. Opening the door, Yelena glanced up from her phone.

“Yes to both,” you smiled, nodding. Again, you went back into the room.

“Do you know if they found anything?” You asked. Yelena sighed.

“Not sure, I think Tony is being,” she paused. “What’s the word? Stone floor?” You giggled and checked out the next outfit. You liked the shirt but the shorts were a weird cut to them.

“I think you mean stonewalled,” you opened the door. “Means to be uncooperative.”

“Nerd,” the blonde teased with no actual malice. She tilted her head as she looked at the outfit you were wearing. “Yes to the shorts, no to the shirt.”

“Really?” You questioned, looking in the mirror one more time. “I thought the opposite.” You closed the door and put the shirt in the yes pile and the shorts in the maybe. The final outfit was out of your comfort zone. It was a black and white plaid skirt (Yelena was excited that it had pockets) and a black-sleeved shirt that came down to your elbows. Yelena picked out a pair of black vans to complete the look. Before your mind spiraled, you put it on quickly and looked in the mirror. The cut of the skirt seemed too short, and all of your scars seemed to be displaced. “Okay,” you said. “Don’t laugh at this one. How do I-” You opened the door, and instead of Yelena, America was there with a little bag by her feet. “Oh, hi.” You watched as her eyes looked you up and down. Her gaze made you feel self-conscious.

“You look beautiful,” she said.

“Oh,” you squeaked and felt warm, embarrassed by the sound escaping your lips. “No one has called me that before.” You were ugly, a monstrosity, but never beautiful. America was quick to her feet and stood in front of you.

“It’s the truth,” she said, taking your hands. You couldn’t look at her when she was this close, so you stared at your connected hands. “I would never lie to you.” She softly spoke those words, and your head snapped to look at her. It was hard to keep eye contact with her as her eyes flickered down to your lips and then back to your eyes. There was no way she couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating or the way your hands clammed up. Slowly, she leaned forward as if waiting for you to pull away. But you weren’t going to.

“Hey, are you almost ready?” you jumped back at the sound of Kate’s voice entering the changing room. “Damn,” she whistled. “You look good. You should wear that tonight.” She glanced between you and America, who immediately sat back in the chair. “Did I interrupt something?”

“Nope!” You quickly said. “Yeah, I’m ready. Let me change.” You slammed the door closed, cringing slightly at the sound. Your hands wouldn’t stop shaking as you tried to take the outfit off. America was going to kiss you. She was going to kiss you, and you would let her! Back in your clothes, you rested your head on the door. It took a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart. Wait. Pause. Kate said tonight. What was happening tonight?

After Macey’s, Yelena drove all of you to Kate’s apartment, which she still had in the city. They only used it when they wanted a break from the team, which America was slightly offended by. Pizza was waiting for the group, and Kate told you you had about an hour to get ready. She said the Young Avengers were throwing a party on Peter’s floor, and even Kamala was journeying to the city. So you ate pizza, watched the fashion show that Kate and America put on, and changed into the skirt and shirt combo.

The hour flew by, and you were riding the elevator up to Peter’s floor, anxiously biting your lip. “Hey,” America linked her pinky with yours. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Just a little -wait,” you noticed the button for Peter’s floor wasn’t pressed, but the common floor was. “What’s going on?” You asked your friends; they were struggling to hide the smiles on their faces. The metal doors opened.

“Surprise!” The Avengers cheered, and confetti cannons went off and fell around you. The walls were draped in shimmering streamers of gold and silver, catching the light and casting a warm, celebratory glow. A large banner proclaiming “Happy Birthday Y/N!” in bold, cheerful letters hung proudly as the focal point. Balloons of various sizes and hues bobbed overhead, creating an ethereal ceiling of color.

The table was a symphony of presents, each carefully wrapped and topped with bows that sparkled in the light. The wrapping paper ranged from elegant patterns to vibrant designs.

“You little lairs,” you said, pushing the trio playfully. Your cheeks were beginning to hurt from the smile on your face. You never had a smile this big before.

“This was all them,” Kate pointed to the couple walking over to you. “We just played decoys.” You looked at the couple and ran over to them. Wanda and Natasha caught up in a hug.

“Is this okay?” The Black Widow asked. You saw the worried edge on her face.

“This is amazing,” you said. “You guys did all of this for me?” The couple smiled with a nod of their head. “Why?”

“Because you deserve a birthday party no matter how much you try to convince yourself you don’t need one.” Natasha tapped your nose, causing you to scrunch it.

“And look at this outfit,” Wanda grabbed your hand and spun around in a circle. The action caused you to dissolve into a fit of laughter. “You look so cute!”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “Yelena helped pick it out. She liked that it had pockets!”

“My sister does have excellent fashion sense,” Natasha mumbled. “Well, come on! You’re the star of the show, kid. You got some new people to meet!” There were so many people. Peter, MJ, and Ned hugged you and wished you a Happy Birthday. Kamala introduced you to Brunnhilde, but everyone called her Val, Carol’s girlfriend. You met Rocket and Nebula through Thor, and Shuri was excited for you to meet Riri. Meeting everyone new was fun, but you felt a sense of peace when you ran up to everyone you saw on a day-to-day basis. Sam picked you up in a hug and spun you around. Even Bucky hugged you, although he was a bit hesitant. Your heart was so whole that you couldn’t think it could improve until you saw two familiar figures from your family before the Avengers.

“Annie, Lucia,” Similarly to how you greeted Wanda and Natasha, you ran over to them, and thankfully, Paul was there to catch the two. “I can’t believe you came.”

“Easy there, sugar,” Annie said. “We aren’t as young as those two Avengers.” You giggled.

“Sorry, I got excited,” you looked at Paul. “Monsieur Breaux,” you said with a bad French accent and a slight bow. You saw the man roll his eyes, a smiling tugging at his usual stoic face.

“Cut it out, you whippersnapper,” he said, opening his arms for a hug. You gave him one. He smelt of cigar smoke and stale coffee. Similar to Annie, he was warm. “You’re looking good, kid.” He whispered and squeezed you tight.

“Feeling good, sir.” You smiled and felt an arm pulling you away from the man. It was Lucia who started dragging you towards the table of food.

“Mija,” she whispered, leaning close to you. “The Falcon. Is he single?” You stifled your laughter, which turned into a snort. Sam was leaning against the bar, waiting for his drink with Maria. You weren’t sure, but you noticed how he kept looking at the agent during movie nights or group dinners.

“I don’t know señora” you said. “Maybe you should shoot your shot as the kids say.” Lucia rolled her eyes.

“It’s nice to see you happy, mija. I’m very proud of you.” You grabbed a plate for her and looked around the common floor. Yeah, you were proud of yourself too.

“Hey, kid,” you looked at Tony. “Do you got a second?” You excused yourself from the group and followed Tony to a small table, a little off to the side of the party, where Pepper was sitting.

“Am I in trouble?” You questioned.

“Did you go something where you should be in trouble?” You shrugged at the CEO and sat in the empty chair. “We wanted to give you one of our presents before you opened the others.” You’ve been eyeing the table all night. You were very excited to open them. Tony set an envelope on the table, and you opened it carefully. It was a birth certificate with your legal name, and it was certified by the New York State Health Department, but there needed to be more information: your birth date and your parents’ names.

“I’m a little confused,” you admitted. Tony smiled.

“When Natasha first told us about you, I had FRIDAY do a search of who you are,” that made sense. Inviting a stranger into the Avengers Tower had a huge security risk. What was Natasha thinking? “We found no birth certificate.”

“Which means your biological parents never reported your birth to the health department,” you frowned. That was hurtful but not overall shocking. Pepper grabbed your hand. “We may never know your birthday, but we wanted to allow you to choose your new one.”

“It’s already signed and official, so the choice is yours.” Your choice. Your choice. You wondered if other kids would love to change their birthdays. Would they change it to summer instead of winter? Or away from a significant holiday. It was a lot of pressure, but you knew the day you wanted.

“The day Natasha found me. The day she saved my life,” Tony took the document and wrote the day, changing the year to match your age. “What about the parent’s spot?” You asked, taking the paper from him and putting it back into the envelope. “Who do I put there?” The billionaire rolled his eyes.

“Did you just ask that question?” He gestured with his drink behind you. Turning around, you saw who he was pointing to. Natasha and Wanda. They were playing darts against Yelena and Bucky. “They love you, kid,” Tony said, touching your shoulder. Loved you? Natasha and Wanda loved you? No one loved you even when you fought so hard for their affection. But they gave it to you without asking for anything in return. Natasha found your eyes immediately; she smiled and waved at you. You waved back.

“Sometimes that’s so hard to believe,” you said, turning back to look at Pepper and Tony.

“You are a wonderful person,” Pepper smiled. “Anybody would be lucky to have you as their daughter.”

Since it was your birthday celebration, finding a moment to talk to Natasha and Wanda was hard. Everyone wanted your attention. Thor wanted to discuss your ability and compare it to his. Shuri discussed your schooling, and Val wanted to know how your training was going and if you wanted her to take over. Kamala demanded you be her partner in the next ‘beer’ pong tournament. Even America, who you see every day, sought after your attention. You still needed to talk to her about what almost happened at Macey’s.

Once presents were opened, the cake was eaten, and a cringeworthily performance of Happy Birthday was sung, you finally had a free moment. Natasha pulled you over, the envelope that Tony and Pepper gave you still in your pocket. “Are you enjoying your birthday celebration?” Natasha asked as she sat down next to Wanda, and you sat in front of the couple. “I know Clint and Laura are upset they couldn’t make it. Lila had a school thing.” They gifted you a bow and arrow set that you were excited to test in training.

“Yeah,” you smiled. “Honestly, I am exhausted, but this has been the second-best day of my life.”

“Second?” Wanda questioned. “What is the first?”

“Is there something you wanted to talk about?” Natasha leaned on the table with her elbows on top and folded her hands.

“You’ve been a surprise addition to this tower,” she stated. “There is a light you radiate that draws all of us in.”

“Sometimes it’s dull, but other times that light is so bright and warm it’s beautiful to see,” Wanda added. You felt your throat burn as you tried to keep the tears that were forming in your eyes.

“We want to make sure that light never goes out, so,” Natasha smiled, glancing at her girlfriend. “We want to adopt you.” Still, you felt your stomach drop. They wanted to adopt you. You. You were constantly told no one would ever love you, that you were a burden to everyone. But they wanted you. Similar to how you choose your birthday, they choose you. “But we wanted to ask you before we moved along with the process.”

Instead of answering, you smiled and pulled the envelope out of your pocket. “I said today is the second best day because the day you found me was the best day of my life,” you gave them the paper. “So when Tony asked me for a birthday to use, I said that date,” Natasha held the paper in her hands. “You saved my life, Nat. I don’t know how I’ll be able to repay you.” The Black Widow let out a shaky breath and placed the paper down.

“It’s not complete,” she said, pointing to the spot where your parent’s names would be. “Who are you putting there?”

“You guys. I never got to experience life before you opened your family up to me. I know I’ve said it a million times and I'll probably say it a million more. Thank you for this incredible life I get to live.” With tears in her eyes, Wanda waved her hand, and a pen appeared. Without hesitation, you handed the pen to them. It was the best decision you’ve made.

“I think that’s everything,” Riri said, placing the leftover food on the counter. The party was dying down on the common floor, and you weren’t surprised when America came up to tell you the party would continue on Peter’s floor. “Your folks know how to throw a party.” You smiled. It was nice hearing everyone refer to Natasha and Wanda as your parents. It wasn’t weird or strange it felt right.

“Yeah,” you huffed a sigh as you placed a box of champagne bottles on the ground. “But the Avengers sure know how to party,” Peter asked the AI to play music to fill the quiet air. There was no need for that as everyone began to get more food and drinks that Yelena was making; you weren’t sure how smart that was.

A game of Would you rather broke out that had you wiping away tears from your laughter. You noticed Carol and Val joining, and no one seemed to bat an eye at the couple. You liked Val. You felt a tap on your shoulder and turned to see America. “Can I talk to you for a second?” Your stomach dropped at her question, but you managed to answer with a nod and followed her into the kitchen. “I wanted to give you your birthday present.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” you said, putting your drink on the counter. Your friend rolled her eyes.

“Of course I did. Now close your eyes,” you smiled and did as you were told. “Hands out in front of you.” When your hands were out, you felt a bag placed in them. “Okay, you can open them.” You put the bag next to your drink. “I still have the receipt if you hate it.” It was cute how worried she was. Inside the white gift box were two jewelry boxes. You opened one. Inside were two rubber rings; one had a lightning bolt, and the other had a star that matched the design of America’s powers.

“These are amazing! Thank you!”

“We match,” she showed you her hand. Unlike your rings, hers were made of metal, but the design was the same. “Open the next one.” You put the rings on and opened the second box. This time, the jewelry was metal; a dog tag engraved on it was ‘Stay Gold’ from the Outsiders. “It’s made out of bismuth. It’s the least conductive metal and electricity.” You were a little lost for words.

“Can you put it on for me?” You whispered, handing her the necklace. She took it, placed it around your neck, and snapped it into place. You spun around to face her. It was a significant deja vu moment in the changing room. “Thank you, America. These are perfect.” She scratched the back of her head.

“It was nothing,” she said. “I’m glad I could make your birthday special,” once again, you saw her glance at your lips. Unlike at Macey’s, she stepped back and created distance between you and her. You frowned. “About what happened at the store, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” You questioned. “Why are you sorry?”

“Because I went about it the wrong way and should have asked before doing anything, so I’m sorry.” You smiled and held out your hand. Hesitantly, she took it.

“It’s okay. We’re okay,” you squeezed her hand. “We’ll figure it out, okay? Together.” America smiled.

“Yeah, together.”

You rubbed your eyes as you opened the door to your room. The presents you received were stacked on the wall to be dealt with another day. The only thing you grabbed from the pile was the blanket Wanda made you and threw it on the bed. You changed and got ready for bed. Before you lay down, you took the Polaroids with the camera Maria got you. It made you smile, capturing moments from your birthday celebration and the small party with the Young Avengers. You decided on two pictures to hang up on your wall: one with you, Wanda, and Natasha, and the other was a group photo with you and the Young Avengers. You hung up the two pictures following the newspaper clippings you had, your brother’s confirmation, and the fire that took your parents home. Well took Johnathan and Leah’s home. They were never your parents. They never deserved that title.

Climbing underneath the covers with Wanda’s blanket over you, you couldn’t help but smile. Your cheeks were still sore from the day. Reaching over to the newspaper clipping of the fire, you ribbed it off the wall. It was an article that you had memorized, and it was slightly tarring at the edges.

Tragedy Strikes as Beloved Pastor and Wife Perish in Devastating House Fire

In a heart-wrenching incident that has left a tight-knit community in mourning, a prominent local pastor and his wife lost their lives in a devastating house fire caused by an electrical issue. The fire engulfed the family home in the early hours, leaving behind a community in shock and sorrow.

Reverend Johnathan L/n, known for his inspiring sermons and tireless community service, and his wife, Leah L/n, a beloved figure in their congregation, could not escape the flames that consumed their residence. The couple had been married for over 20 years and were deeply involved in various charitable activities throughout the community.

The fire, which investigators believe originated from a faulty electrical connection, quickly spread throughout the home, making it difficult for emergency responders to contain the inferno.

Tragically, the couple’s only son, Caleb L/n, was away at school during the incident. He rushed home upon hearing the devastating news. Witnesses report that Caleb, in shock and desperation, was calling out for his sister, fearing that she might have been trapped inside. However, there was no evidence of a sibling at the scene, leaving many puzzled and concerned for Caleb’s well-being.

Friends and neighbors have rallied around Caleb, offering support and condolences as he copes with this unimaginable tragedy. The mystery surrounding the potential sibling has only added to the grief and confusion surrounding the devastating event.

The community has been deeply affected by the untimely loss of Pastor Johnathon and Leah L/n. Many gathered for a candlelight vigil outside the charred remains of their home to pay tribute to the influential couple. Tearful parishioners, friends, and neighbors shared memories of the couple’s kindness, compassion, and unwavering dedication to their faith and community.

Local authorities continue investigating the exact cause of the electrical malfunction that led to the fire. The tragedy serves as a sobering reminder for residents to prioritize regular home inspections and maintenance to prevent such devastating incidents.

Funeral arrangements for Pastor and his wife are currently being coordinated by the community, with details expected to be released in the coming days. As the grieving community comes together to support one another, the legacy of the beloved Pastor and his wife will undoubtedly live on in the hearts of those who knew them.

You fought back tears. Kindness, compassion, and dedication to their faith. If only they knew their beloved Pastor was a monster. You ripped up the article and shoved it in the drawer of your nightstand. You pushed the palms of your hands to your eyes. They were not going to ruin today. They’ve ruined so much of your life today, and it was not one of them. You took another photo out of the pile. It was of you, America, Yelena, and Kate. The tears went away, and a smile was once again on your face. America wrapped her arms around your neck while Yelena and Kate stood on either side. Your friends were everything to you. Friends. You had friends who cared about you, parents who loved you, and a family who would never lay a hand on you. You would have never thought this would be your life with the cards you were dealt. Closing your eyes, no nightmares dared invade your mind when surrounded by warmth, love, and happiness.

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ONESHOT

Feel Like Baking Love by @wehaveabucky-archive

you forget the most important part of your kids birthday party; the cake. but thankfully, a local patissier is more than willing to help you in your hour of need

Marley by @leascorner

Eventually, Bucky gave his deepest secrets away and you let him know yours. Her name was Marley.

Can I call you dad? by @winvterstan

You and Bucky have been dating for eight months. One day your four years old daughter has an interesting request for Bucky.

Who’s That? by @imagineaworlds

A Bucky x single mom reader and the reader brings him to dinner.

good morning by @buckybarnesdiaries

after a mission in Europe, you come back to the Avengers Compound, being received by a lovely surprise.

Playdate by @becca-e-barnes

You’re a single parent to an outgoing little boy called Oliver. On the first day of school he makes a new friend, Thomas Barnes. Both Thomas and his dad Bucky come over for dinner.

incandescent glow by @allyouneedisbuck

bucky barnes has a knack for finding warmth. his job as a firefighter. steve and nat and their unwavering warmth and kindness. you, and your daughter, and the sunshine filled smiles and laughs. he’s just trying to figure out how to tell you he wants it all with you.

Operation Get Mr Bucky and Momma Together by @golden-barnes

Bucky doesn't play favorites but Amaya is definitely his favorite, especially because her mom is hot.. Cue a 6-year-old trying to get Bucky to be her dad. (Teacher!Bucky)

goodnight kiss by @alisonsfics

bucky stays over at your place because he’s having work done on his apartment. he gets to hang out with you and your son.

What’s on your back? by @itsbuckysworld

“Show me what’s behind your back.”

Catch Me If You Can by @buckyalpine

Maybe he isn’t so bad.

Disney Princesses and Dog Tags by @buckyalpine

My Mom Thinks You’re Hot by @bluehourbucky

your son tries to set you up with an avenger in a grocery store

apartment 4d by @sunmoonandeddie

There’s nothing Bucky loves more than the widow down the hall and her son.

family additions by @ezm-imagines

reader's daughter calls bucky dad for the first time.

SERIES

The Slip Up by @justkending

After a last hurrah to graduating college with a future to be a family practitioner, a little slip up happens… Seven years down the road, just when things just now seem to be going smoothly, Y/N approaches that slip up from all those years ago. She’s not looking for anything right now. She is just where she wants to be in life. It seems the universe has a different idea though. One called James Barnes.

Yours, Mine, Ours by @coffeecatsandcandles

Bucky Barnes has been raising his girls, Rebecca and Winnie, for the last two years. He'd lost all hope of falling in love again until he met you, a pediatrician with two children of your own- Elliot and Willow. He falls in love and he falls hard, but the challenges of being single parents still weigh on you both at times. Luckily, you'll always have each other.

Redcove Harvest by @iwillbeinmynest

Farmhand!AU and SingleMom!Reader

The Lucky One by @avengerofyourheart

As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart?

Grant | 2| 3 by @coffeecatsandcandles

Bucky finds out you have a son from a previous relationship.

Love At First Grade by @buckysimp101

When father and first grade teacher Bucky Barnes ends up with Avery L/N in his class, the daughter of the “ruthless” CEO of L/N Enterprises, he's in for a surprise that's sure to change his life.

Part of a Family | 2 by @onceuponastory

After Y/N is abandoned by her boyfriend, the father of her 8 month old son, her best friend Bucky comes to the rescue. The same Bucky who’s been in love with Y/N ever since he met her.

Blue is for Ben by @writerlyhabits

Bucky has a meet-cute with you as you're waiting for the elevator in his building, and he's instantly captivated by you.. and your son. What lies in store for the super soldier as he falls head over heels for the single mom who lives just down the hall? Or finds himself wanting to hear about four-year-old Ben's day at school…

My Little Hero by @bucky-bear-barnes

Bucky stumbled upon a sweet young girl defending his honor. And finding out that her mom is the lovely single mom he always kind of liked.

From Left Field | 2 | 3 by @ofstarsandvibranium

chubby Bucky falling for a mother.

The Road Goes Ever On and On by @rocketrhap3000

Life as a single mother of a three year old certainly has its struggles. But when a sweet stranger makes his way into you and your little boy’s life, a one of a kind connection sparks.

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Nightmares

Pairings: Wandanat x R, Pepper x R (platonic)

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: R has been having trouble sleeping, can her girls figure out why?

TW: implied insomnia, nightmares, night sweats, anxiety, mentions of loss and death, trauma discussion (hydra),

A/n something a bit different. Plus I added in some pepper content because I think she’s cool :)

For the fourth time this week you woke up in a cold sweat. Your pjs sticking to you uncomfortably. Nat and wanda were away on a mission for the week and despite being reluctant to leave you they had to. Director fury’s orders.

It was almost becoming normal for you to spend hours tossing and turning trying to sleep only to wake up in the morning even more tired and feeling gross in the damp sheets and clothes.

With a sigh you pulled back the covers knowing you had to change the sheets again so the room didn’t smell bad. Trudging into the bathroom you peeled off your clothes dumping them in the wash and making a mental note to wash them and the other three pairs of pjs you had soaked through. With am exhausted sigh you stepped into the shower melting at the feeling of the warm water washing off the remnants of an awful sleep.

After a shower, you had changed the sheets before going off in search of breakfast.

Shocked to see pepper standing in the kitchen tapping away on her tablet.

“Pep?” You asked.

“Oh hi y/n/n long time no see huh?” She said looking up. “I had to come remind Tony about the meeting and thought I’d stick around a bit. He was ignoring my calls thinking it would get him out of his work.”

You laughed slightly, their dynamic was adorable. Pepper was motherly to all the avengers and worried a little too much sometimes. On top of the stress of running stark industries you often made her take breaks.

“Honey you look tired, are you feeling ok sweets?” She asked coming and laying a hand on your forehead.

“Im fine, just haven’t slept well lately.” You shrugged as she removed her hand and frowned.

“Well, I know a but about not sleeping from Tony’s late night adventures in the lab. And i know how important it is to sleep. As well as how stressful it can be for your partner to be risking their life somewhere off grid.” She smiled softly.

“Yeah, it’s tough. But I’m doing ok.” You said.

“Well the bags under your beautiful eyes say otherwise.” She smiled, pepper had always been a flirt, it was her way at getting back at tony for his earlier days as a playboy. Of course you and pepper were just friends but it was fun to get under Tony’s skin. He was very protective of pepper and probably always will be. “i think wanda and Natasha might be getting back early as well. I’ve had Jarvis keeping tabs on them for you and he says their work was almost done around lunch time yesterday.”

“We got back last night actually.” A voice came from the doorway and you turned launching yourself into Nat’s arms. “Hello my love.” She said placing a kiss on the top of your head. “Now whats this about not sleeping?” She asked tilting your head up to face her.

“Its nothing.” You said and before she could reply you felt a tap on your shoulder. Spinning around you launched yourself at wanda, wrapping you legs around her waist. She chuckled and stabilised herself against the wall.

“Sweets you look tired. And i know you missed us and probably haven’t eaten breakfast.” She said studying your face.

“Why don’t you and natty take a nap in our bed and I’ll make breakfast for the three of us and pepper. Because we all know she hasn’t eaten.” She said shooting pepper a look returned with a sheepish smile. The only one who more of a mother than pepper was wanda despite being one the youngest of the team. She just had a natural caring instinct.

“Alright. Sounds good to me.” Nat said as wanda passed you to her. You laid your head onto her shoulder and closed your eyes. Wanda cooed at your sleepy form.

“Go take our baby to get some sleep and I’ll call you down a bit later.” Wanda said.

“And you.” She turned to pepper. “Are going to drink a glass of water and not just coffee and take a shower while i get breakfast ready. God knows you could use one to relax a bit.” She said and pepper saluted and walked off to her part time room in the compound chuckling to herself softly and still tapping away on her tablet.

You didn’t remember falling asleep but you woke up to a hand on your shoulder and a familiar wetness on your clothes.

“Baby are you ok?” Nat’s worried voice came

“Yeah ‘s normal.” You said slurring slightly

“Baby how long has this been going on.”

“Four five nights.” You said sitting up and getting up to change again.

After another shower and Nat had changed the sheets you walked back down to see how wanda was doing with breakfast.

“Hello sleepyhead, just in time.” She smiled and you saw pepper sitting at the table with damp hair freshly showered and beaming at you and the promise of real food and not just coffee.

After the four of you had eaten and wanda began to clean up you were sat chatting to pepper as wanda and Natasha were in the kitchen.

“Y/n/ns been having trouble sleeping. She’s exhausted and when i woke her up she was covered in sweat.” Nat said to wanda frowning.

“Oh poor girl, i forgot this time of year is always hard for her. But she’s been doing so well lately it completely slipped my mind.”

“Why is this time of year hard?” Nat asked drying off a plate with a towel.

“Its the time of year that hydra killed her brother. I held her for days in that cell until she couldn’t cry anymore tears.” Wanda said with a sigh. “Its been five years but i think us being away only intensified her anxieties about loosing loved ones, she’s most likely been having nightmares and hence the sweating.” “Aww our sweet girl.” Nat said shaking her head.

After the kitchen was clean wanda and nat led you back to your shared room. Promising they would never leave you in this time of the year again. You had teared up, thanking them and as you fell asleep in their arms that night you didn’t have nightmares for once. Knowing your girls were safe in your bed.

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