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laundry day | hansol vernon chwe

SYNOPSIS. in which it's laundry day and you're in a bit of an embarrassing predicament. PAIRING. hansol vernon chwe x gn!reader (however, sorta implied that reader is more leaning toward fem) GENRE. fluff, humour?, best friends/roommates to lovers WARNINGS. cursing, vernon is checking reader out lowkey, reader embarrassingly wears hello kitty underwear i don't make the rules, ik vernon is mainly chill but in this they bicker <3, this was very stupid n silly lmfao WORD COUNT. 1.6k

requested from @weird-bookworm: lemme be annoying already— noni + #16 and #59 from list 1!! - #16: "You hugged me like your personal pillow." - #59: "Laundry day doesn’t mean walking around in your underwear, but for you, I’ll make an exception."

notes: i'm never good with writing humour but i thought of this stupid scenario and idk how i feel BYEE (cuz ur girl lowkey struggled on figuring out how to put #59 in the story lmao) tysm for submitting this in sky <3 and ty @bananabubble for reading it over for me!

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You are so stupid.

So fucking stupid.

How could you let yourself get carried away in loading all your laundry that you forgot to save a pair of pants to wear in the meantime?

You replay everything in your head: your overflowing, neglected laundry basket, the utter satisfaction you felt after loading it... right up until the moment you realised every single pair of pants you own was now basically swimming around in a goddamn whirlpool, and now you're left sporting nothing but your underwear and a shirt that didn't offer much coverage than expected.

You let out an annoyed groan, burying your face into your hands and mentally slapping yourself in the face. The chill of your room sends a trail of goosebumps running up the exposed skin of your legs. There really was nothing you could do but wait for your laundry to finish.

Then your head shoots back up, and maybe your bedroom lights up a bit brighter at your metaphorical lightbulb moment, because you think of Vernon. He's the only other option you have.

Tip-toeing up to your closed door, a bit of hesitancy gnaws at you for being so dumb, before you yell out, "Vernon!"

He's probably in the living room right now𑁋you can overhear the faint music of the record player the two of you snagged at this vintage thrift store the other week. A very good and lucky find, nonetheless.

Taking another (and maybe regrettable) deep breath, you call out again, a little louder this time. "Vernon! Can you hear me?"

The music seems to dip down slightly, and after a moment, the record stops spinning, replaced by the sound of footsteps approaching the door. You brace yourself for the door to swing open to reveal the embarrassing state you're in right now, but it doesn't.

Instead, you hear Vernon's voice respond to you through the door, "Yeah?"

"Uh..." You bite your lip because you can't believe you're about to ask this. "Do you have, um... a pair of pants or shorts I can borrow? I'll give it back to you tomorrow."

For a moment you think he didn't hear you because it's completely silent on the other side of the door, and it does absolutely nothing at calming down your racing heart. You see, you probably should be fine with walking around in your underwear with Vernon because he's your best friend and roommate and he definitely would not judge at all, but it's simply not that simple𑁋

"Did you, like, spill Monster on yourself again?" Vernon asks casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world that you would do (it's happened one too many times).

"Yes, I mean, no, I mean𑁋look, just fetch me a pair and I'll bring it back to you later?"

"Uh, yeah, about that..." He pauses. "I'm wearing my only pair right now since you loaded yours first."

You really should've considered that being best friends with Vernon meant collectively sharing the brain cell of procrastinating when it comes to doing your laundry. Great, just absolutely fantastic. This was very much how you wanted your day to go. Perhaps this is why you're best friends, after all.

"Well, shit," You murmur, more to yourself but Vernon hears it anyway.

"Look, I'm sure it's not that bad, right?" Does he seriously still think you spilled Monster on yourself? "You could probably just𑁋"

You can hardly act by the time the doorknob twists and Vernon peeks his head around the door. But the second he catches sight of you, his eyes flicker over you, before he quickly averts his gaze to the Radiohead poster on your wall. Was it the lighting in your room that's making his face look pink?

You stand there awkwardly, suddenly feeling so exposed in front of him as if some sort of gigantic spotlight was shining down on you. It's not like you haven't been half-naked around each other before, but this feels different... somehow. You don't know why, or maybe you don't want to know.

A cough erupts from Vernon, breaking the sudden silence.

"Oh, wow, um..." He toys with the black hoodie around his head. "I didn't look. I swear."

His eyes dart everywhere except back to you, lingering on the Radiohead poster, the slightly askew picture frame on your desk, just anywhere but you. You don’t know whether to feel relieved or embarrassed.

"Ugh, I'm so stupid." You run a frustrated hand through your hair. "And I have this meeting for work in an hour and I know the laundry won't be done by then. I'm actually screwed."

Vernon thinks for a minute. "You can't like... virtually attend the meeting?

"No."

"Or it can't be postponed?"

"Nope."

"What if I file you as a missing person to the police?"

"You're seriously no help, dude," You say, giving him a light shove to the shoulder, but it's hard to suppress the curve to your lips and the small chuckle that leaves your mouth when you see him fall back dramatically.

Vernon snorts lightly. "Well, it's probably better than showing up to work in your Hello Kitty underwear𑁋"

"You said you didn't look, you idiot!" You exclaim furiously, and Vernon literally does not see the way a pillow practically spawns in your grasp and flinging toward him before he can even react. The pillow hits him square in the chest, causing him to stumble backward with a surprised yelp. "Oh my god, just report me missing at this point."

Vernon just laughs as he catches his breath to stand back up, grabbing the pillow up the floor and lifting it up like a shield as if to defend himself from you. Your face is burning brighter than the lava lamp glowing on your bedside table.

"This is so embarrassing," You mutter sheepishly, wanting to unleash another defeated groan again. "I can't believe I'm this stupid to forget to..."

"You're cute."

"...and then I'm probably going to get fired𑁋what?"

Vernon tosses the pillow back onto your bed and clears his throat.

"I said you're really dumb."

That is not what he said.

For a second, the disastrous situation seems to lighten up just a little bit, and your heart is doing some intense, unrhythmic tap dance against your ribs. You heard exactly what he said𑁋that he called you cute in this ungodly predicament𑁋and now he's trying to brush it off?

Vernon cracks a teasing, boyish smile. "And stupid, yeah. You're not wrong about that."

You open your mouth to retort, but the words get caught in your throat, almost like a choked sound coming out instead. So you point an interrogative finger and step closer to him (and yes, still in your underwear), eyebrows furrowing together.

"You called me cute," You state, all firm and serious now.

Vernon's playful look falters slightly, expression shifting to something a bit more guarded now. He rubs a hand at the back of his neck, that nervous habit you've always found sort of endearing throughout time. Perhaps there's a bit more meaning to it now.

The few moments of silence that follow is absolutely suffocating. You can't even tell if time is passing by quicker or slower as the two of you stand there, shifting this uncomfortable weight between both of your feet.

"Yeah," Vernon says simply, quietly. "I did."

You nearly want to laugh for some reason, but you can feel the nerves tickle up your spine. "I'm standing here in fucking Hello Kitty underwear and you think I'm cute?"

You can visibly see the way the lump in his throat tightens as he swallows, his eyes flickering uncertainly between you and the floor.

"Look you just... You caught me off-guard. Like... laundry day doesn't mean walking around in your underwear and all that," Vernon explains, in a tone like he's trying to reason with you. "but for you, I'll make an exception because𑁋"

"𑁋because I'm cute?"

"Because you're so stupidly cute from freaking out when I could just go to the store right now and buy you a pair of pants to wear." Then he sucks in a breath. "And yeah, the Hello Kitty underwear is cute, I guess."

You feign a shocked, traitorous look to your face. "You guess?! It's Hello Kitty, man."

"Dude, do you want me to snatch you some pants to wear or not? Because I'm deadass about the missing persons report," Vernon asks, half-annoyed yet somewhat half-amused. The twitch to his lips doesn't go unnoticed. And the voice of him calling you cute just minutes earlier also doesn't go unheard of too.

You wear a cringy, exaggerated pout to your lips. "Please."

Vernon's face contorts in slight disgust at that. "Please don't do that eve𑁋I'm leaving." And before you can say anything, he's turning around and leaving your room.

You hear the clinking of keys, assuming that Vernon is getting ready to leave to presumably retrieve you a pair of pants to wear for the day. You step up to your doorway to peek into the living room.

"Hey, I owe you!" You holler out to him. "Let me know how much it costs and I'll pay you back."

"No need," Vernon calls back over his shoulder.

"Come on, I'll feel bad," You insist, leaning against the doorframe. "I'll do anything, I swear."

Now that seems to intrigue him, and you watch the way Vernon slowly turns back to you, and maybe you're starting to regret ever saying that to him.

"Okay," he says lightly. "We're watching a movie tonight."

"A movie? What are we..." Then your eyes widen in realisation. "We are not watching Shrek again. I'll end up falling asleep on you because we've rewatched too much."

Vernon just shrugs. "Yeah, like last time. You hugged me like your personal pillow, remember?"

"I..." You stop yourself from responding immediately, feeling a flush creeping up your cheeks at the memory. "Fine, whatever. If I fall asleep again, you can just wake me up this time."

A low, thoughtful hum runs out of Vernon's mouth. "I mean, I really don't mind if you fall asleep, you know. If you're tired and stuff."

You blink up at him dazedly. "Really?"

"Yeah," he answers, and the corners of his lips lift up ever so slightly. "You're cute when you fall asleep on me, anyway."

another note: guys idk what i just wrote lol its like 90% dialogue n rushed HAHSADSA

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Unwanted: Chapter 3, Unbidden - Pt. 3*

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader

Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of violence/killing, mildly predatory!Bucky (but Dear Reader is INTO it), poorly translated Russian, mentions of past trauma, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT -Minors: GTFO; I don’t serve your kind here- (fingering, protected PIV), bad jokes (it's me, okay?) As always, if I missed something, please let me know.

Word Count: 2.9k

Previously On...: You woke the morning after the party to find Bucky had already left for his first Avengers mission. However, he's left you a note promising to tell you something very important when he comes home.

A/N: WARNING! SMUT! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! The entire part is smut and I am not sorry.

Banner By: The absolutely amazing @mrsbuckybarnes1917

Taglist: (Please let me know if you’d like to be added!) @jmeelee @cazellen @blackhawkfanatic @les-sel @marcswife21 @buckybarnessimpp @mrsbuckybarnes1917

The mission was only supposed to last a handful days, a week, tops, but he'd been gone for close to two weeks, and you hated it. He was with Steve and Sam, off to God only knew where, doing God only knew what, and as there was no need for your tech skills, you'd been left behind. It was almost disconcerting how difficult it had been to be sleeping on your own again, and you found yourself sneaking into his room late at night after you'd been tossing and turning for hours, just to hold onto his pillow and inhale the familiar scent of cedar and leather.

On the thirteenth night, you were lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling. A glance at your clock told you it was almost 2am. You were debating whether or not you should go across the hall to Bucky's room to try to steal a few hours of sleep there so you wouldn't be completely useless tomorrow when there was a knock on your door. You bolted upright-- no good news came at 2am, and especially not in person.

You quickly padded to the door on bare feet, heart pounding and mind reeling at the thought of what could possibly be waiting on the other side-- had the mission gone horribly wrong? Had something happened to Bucky? God, you didn't even know what you would do with yourself if something bad had happened to him... The last thing you were expecting to find on the other side was the man, himself, leaning on the door frame, breathing heavily, tac-suit disheveled and bloodied.

You flung the door wide. "Buck?" you whispered. "What happ--" With a single step forward and without a word, his mouth was on yours, hands grasping your face and pulling you toward him in desperation. There was nothing gentle or romantic about the kiss-- it was ravenous and frantic, as though your lips were the only thing keeping him tethered to the ground.

You gasped against his mouth and pulled away, stumbling back a few steps to put some distance between you as you tried to make sense of what had just happened. He was staring at you with an intensity that made you feel the urge to squeeze your thighs together. There was a hunger in his eyes you had never seen before, and it was directed at you.

"Bucky," you breathed as his eyes roved over your body from head to toe and back again.

"Is that my shirt?" The corner of his mouth rose in a smirk. You looked down. You were wearing one of his shirts, having gone and pulled it out of his dresser one night when you were sick with missing him. Unfortunately, it was all you were wearing. You certainly hadn't gone to bed expecting post-midnight visitors.

"Yes?" you managed to squeak out. He stepped further into your room and, without even turning around, kicked your door shut in one fluid motion.

"Pocket," he practically growled --and dear God, why was the sound of his voice making you wet?-- "I missed you. So. fucking. much. You have no idea." He was on you again, this time his hands going under your ass and hoisting you up as he kissed you.

This is a bad idea, you thought as you found yourself kissing him back, opening your mouth to let in his tongue. This is a terrible, very bad idea. Yet you wrapped your legs around his waist and carded your hands through his hair as he walked you back to the bed. Future!Pocket can deal with the fallout tomorrow was your last cognizant thought before you let yourself give in fully to the sensation of your best friend's lips on yours.

When he got you to your bed, he laid you down, so gently you could scarcely breathe. He rested his body next to you, eyes never leaving yours as his hands gently stroked your face, your arms, your sides.

"Bucky," you moaned as his hands found their way under the hem of your shirt to caress your hipbone, "what is this?"

He leaned down, trailing feather-light kisses along your jawline, your neck, your collarbone. "Two weeks," he murmured in between kissing you. "Two weeks without touching you, feeling how soft you are. All I could think about was how you danced, with Sam's hands all over you. Thought I was going to go crazy. And then all that violence. Killing bad guys is still killing, and I still hate it. Needed to come home and feel something good. Needed to feel you." You felt him slide his hands under the waistband of your panties, skimming his way across your pubic bone until he was cupping your mound. You hitched a breath at the contact, hips inadvertently pressing up against his palm on their own accord.

"We're friends, Buck." You let out a low moan as his fingers began inching slowly lower, toward your center, just out of reach of where you were surprised to find you wanted him to be. You knew if you told him to stop, he'd do so in an instant, but the look of wanting in his eyes, of the absolute need he had for you had short circuited your brain, and you were willing to give him anything he asked for in that moment.

"Mmmm," he hummed as he slipped a single finger between your folds, teasing you, testing you, seeing how far you were willing to let him go as you squirmed beneath him. "Best friends. And we can still be best friends in the morning, but I need this now, Pocket. Pozhaluysta."

It was the please that did you in. There was something about the vulnerability in his voice, the desperation, that had you opening your legs to him, a silent invitation.

He smiled at you, so beautiful and pure, that you couldn't resist leaning up to kiss him again, and as you did, he ran a finger through your slick, coating himself in you, before plunging it inside you up to his knuckle.

You gasped at the unexpected intrusion, arching your back and pressing your chest against his. The feeling of his thick finger inside of you was exquisite. The number of times you had been intimate with someone simply because you wanted to be, and not because you were forced to, were few and far between, and if you were being honest with yourself, if you could have picked an ideal partner, it would have been Bucky.

"You're already so wet, doll," he whispered, nibbling on the soft skin of your neck, just at your pulse point. He was going to leave a mark, but it felt so good that you couldn't care. Yet, the feeling of having his finger inside of you paled in comparison to when he began pumping that finger, strokes long and slow, the palm of his hand grinding on your clit as he worked you. After a moment, a second finger joined the first, and then a third, and he curled them as he stretched you, hitting that soft, spongy part of you that had you seeing stars.

"Bucky," you panted, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt and pulling him closer as you gasped for air. "I'm-- I'm--"

"That's alright, doll," he whispered, the pace of his thrusting increasing as he brought you closer to the edge. "I want you to come for me, okay? Can you do that? Can you come around my fingers? God, you look so beautiful. Prosto otpusti menya, kukolka." Just let go for me, doll.

You couldn't even form a coherent word for him right now if you tried, in any language, so you just moaned and writhed, letting your body speak for you until you were coiling, coiling, coiling-- snapping and breaking, falling apart into a million pieces of light, internal walls fluttering around his fingers as a wave of euphoria washed over you, pulsating through every inch of your being with a ferocious intensity.

He kept working you through your release, prolonging the sensations, drawing out your whimpers and moans as your limbs shook with the aftershock.

"Good girl," he whispered, standing up, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. "Such a good girl for me, and so pretty when you come, too."

You laid there, motionless as you tried to catch your breath. Did that really just happen? Did you seriously just get off on Bucky's fingers?

Propping yourself up onto your elbows, you opened your mouth to ask Bucky what this was going to mean for your friendship, but before you could get a word out, you were struck dumb by the sight of him before you. He had stripped himself of his tac-suit and was standing on the side of the bed in just his boxer briefs. You'd seen him shirtless before, he'd slept in only sweats often enough, but this was an entirely different level. The man was built like a marble sculpture. Even the jagged scars on his shoulder where flesh met metal were beautiful.

Bucky seemed to be moving in slow motion, and you weren't sure if he was being deliberate in his movements, or if you were just so rattled by the orgasm he had given you that time had become distorted, but you watched as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled them down over his thick thighs, until he was stepping out of them.

Your eyes followed his hand as it came back up and took a hold of his shaft, giving it one, two, three long, strong strokes.

"Yebena mat'," you whispered-- holy shit-- and he smirked at you; he always loved it when you spoke Russian to him. You'd always guessed Bucky was fairly well endowed, but you never imagined anything like this. He was long and thick, with a prominent vein snaking up the underside of the hard length of him as his hand traveled from base to tip, leaving a slick trail of pre-cum behind. His size alone was enough to make you shudder with need, and that combined with the way he moved around it -- like he knew exactly what he was doing and who he was doing it for -- made you feel as if you'd been thrown right back into that place of euphoria all over again.

Bucky closed the distance between you, his breath hot against your skin as he loomed over you. Your heart raced, anticipation coursing through your veins as he gazed down at you with intense desire in his eyes. You lifted yourself up, eager to explore every inch of his sculpted body with your hands and lips. As his hand ran along his length, you couldn't help but bite your lip in anticipation. "I don't know whether to be scared or excited," you whispered, aching for him in a way you'd never known.

With a soft smile, Bucky kissed the tip of your nose before retrieving a condom from your bedside drawer-- how did he even know where you kept them?-- and rolling it on his length. "There's nothing to be scared of," he reassured you in a low voice. "I promise, Pocket, I'm going to make you feel so good." And with that, he entered you, filling you completely and igniting a fire within you until you were begging to burn. His movements were skillful and deliberate, each thrust pushing you closer to an edge of ecstasy that seemed perpetually out of reach. With every stroke, he broke down your barriers until you were grinding against him in pure bliss, lost in a world of pleasure you could never have imagined he would create for you.

"You take me so damned well," Bucky grunted into your ear. "The perfect little Pocket for my cock to sit in."

He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, pounding into you relentlessly, pushing past all your reservations and making you beg him for more. You never knew you could crave someone like this until now, and it was intoxicating. Pleasure coursed through your body as he took you to new heights, and you couldn't help but scream his name as he took you to the brink of ecstasy over and over again.

He kept thrusting until the very last wave of his own release was complete, before collapsing beside you. You laid there, breathless and panting, your head spinning with a million different thoughts and feelings. You couldn't believe that you'd just had sex with Bucky Barnes. You'd just had sex with your best friend.

Bucky shifted so that he was lying beside you, resting his head on the swell of your chest. "You okay, Pocket?"

You nodded, unable to muster up the words to express what you were feeling. Hell, you could barely process what had just happened between you.

"We don't have to talk about this if you don't want to," he said, pressing a kiss to your clavicle. "But I... Just... Thank you, Pocket. You have no idea how much I needed that. How much it means to me."

"We should talk about it, though," you said softly, almost regretting it as soon as the words left your mouth. But when it came to physical intimacy, you had too much emotional baggage to just act like this was nothing.

Bucky held perfectly still at your words. He wasn't looking at you, so you had no way of knowing what he was thinking, but you needed to be honest with him.

"That was..." you blew out a breath, "amazing. Seriously, well done. Five stars." You felt, rather than heard, him chuckle against your skin, and some of the post-coital tension between you dissipated. "But, I need to know what your expectations are going forward, Buck."

He tilted his head up to look at you, his eyes wide and open. "I don't have any expectations of you, Pocket. This can be a one-time thing, and we can pretend it never happened, or we can explore it. See where it goes. Whatever you want."

Whatever you wanted. What did you want? You loved Bucky with your whole heart. Probably more than you'd ever loved anyone, but did you love him like that? You'd never even stopped to consider it. You were attracted to him, obviously. You weren't blind, after all. But you were so damaged. You'd spent your entire adult life divorcing sex from your emotions, building a wall between the two. What if you tried this, and in the process, destroyed the best thing you'd ever had?

"I don't know how to do this, Buck," you whispered, and you knew he understood. Though your traumas weren't identical, they shared a foundation: forced into submission as your bodies were used for the whims and desires of others, against your will.

"Hey," he crawled back up to your face, planting small kisses along the tear stains on your cheeks. Shit. When had you started crying? "It's just you and me, okay? Just us. This," he motioned between your two bodies, "is something extra, a bonus. You told me a long time ago what your limits were, and I respect them. I understand them, and I'm not trying to make you go past them. We can have... what did Sam call it? A friends-with-insurance situation."

A snort escaped you as you swatted at him, relief washing over you at the knowledge that he knew you so well, that he wasn't pushing for more than you could give him right now. "It's 'friends with benefits,' you geriatric stooge." And then it hit you and you started to laugh.

"What?" Bucky asked suspiciously, propping himself up onto his metal elbow to look down at you.

"I just fucked a centenarian. Is that considered elder abuse?"

"I'm pretty sure I was the one doing all the pounding, so I think you're safe on that front," he said with a laugh.

That sound. God, you loved that sound. It was like a weight being lifted from your chest. You turned into him, resting your head against the hard planes of his chest.

"I don't want to ruin what we have, Buck," you confessed, your voice small and scared. "You're the most important thing in my life, and if I fuck up our friendship, I don't know what I would do."

He took a finger and placed it under your chin, tilting your face up until he met your eyes. "We're not going to fuck anything up, Pocket, I promise. This can be just sex, just another way for us to make each other happy." He ran his hand through your hair, cupping the back of your skull. "You always do such a good job of taking care of me, of making me feel good. Let me return the favor." He leaned down and kissed you again.

This kiss was softer, without the hunger he'd poured into the first time he kissed you, but no less consuming. You felt his tongue brush along the seam of your lips, so you opened your mouth, inviting him to deepen the kiss. He tasted like wintergreen gum.

"Just making each other happy," you whispered when you separated for air. "I can do that."

And in that moment, you actually believed it.

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𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 - 𝗺.𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻

warnings: none

a/n: ingrid and mapi aren’t together for this, and never were

italics is spanish.

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the plane flight from bayern to barcelona felt like it was insanely long, but really it was only two hours.

i got bored super easily and had no one to talk to for the time we were in the air. i was moving from bayern munich to barcelona, which was a big change for me.

i knew i wouldn't have a language barrier because i knew spanish but it was like moving schools. i have to learn a new city, where everything is and how to get places. and that not even including meeting new people.

i was a very social person, i loved to have company but that didn't stop me from being nervous when i had to make new friends or talk to people i'd never met before. and it didn't help that my new teammates were some of the best players in the world.

we got into the airport at 12:05 pm barcelona time and i ordered a taxi to my new apartment. it wasn't that far from the home stadium that i'd training at when i officially started at the club, maybe a 10 minute walk.

but first i had planned a trip to one of their home games to see what exactly i was getting into. their first game of the season was tomorrow night; the same stadium i lived by, and it was against valencia.

i wouldn't lie, i'm excited to see the players, especially knowing that frido plays here now. she was at the club for two years from 2017 to 2019 and we talked a lot when she was there. she moved to wolfsburg and then barcelona, so this was the first time i'd seen her properly in a couple of years.

the stadium was packed for the first game of the season, majority of the fans dressed in barcelona jerseys and waving flags around. it was exciting to see and think about the prospect that these fans would be cheering me on in a couple of weeks.

barcelona won that game, 6-0 with two own goals scored from valencia. i made my way down to the rail where i saw frido signing shirts. i waited until she was close enough and called out to her, she looked up and spotted me, her eyes widening.

"y/n! what are you doing here?"

"here to see you, and meet my new teammates. care to introduce me?" i nodded over to where some other barca players were chatting.

she grinned, obviously putting the pieces together and understanding that i was moving to her team.

"absolutely. come down here."

she reached up to where i was and lifted me over the barrier. she signed a couple more things and took some photos before we walked to her friends. i knew they were staring at me the second frido lifted me on to the field.

"ale! mapi, irene, ingrid! i'd like you to meet someone."

they all turned to me, the four pairs of eyes boring into me. i threw on a smile and held out my hand to each of them.

"nice to meet you, i'm y/n y/l/n."

the shorter girl from the group perked up when i said my name.

"like y/n from bayern munich?"

"the one and only. mapi leon, right?"

she nodded and i grinned, she looked slightly taken aback that i could understand and speak fluent spanish. the other three introduced themselves then.

"y/n is joining us in a couple of weeks. she's moved from bayern to barca, a german international."

"thankyou frido, for the introduction. and yes i can speak spanish."

it was a great way to meet some of the team before my first training with them in two weeks.

the time went by quickly from when i first arrived in barca and then officially starting at the club, but i was excited to see the girls again and meet the rest of them. i walked down to the grounds and met frido out the front.

we walked to the changing rooms where i dropped my bag off and grabbed my cleats. then we walked out to field and over to the covered gym they had. the coach, jonatan met us there and introduced himself, before announcing to the whole team who i was and that i was joining the team.

mapi and alexia came up to us and welcomed me back, mapi practically bounced her way over and gave me a hug while ale was more relaxed.

we got straight into gym then finishing with some mini games between the players.

——

it had been a week since i was at barca, i was settling in nicely and really enjoying my time here. all the girls were lovely but i was especially close with frido, because we knew each other previously, and mapi, who had become very close over the time i'd been there.

we had a 'team bonding' event tonight as lucy liked to call it. her and kie were hosting it at their place and it was basically a night were the whole team comes and spends time together doing anything and everything.

mapi had offered to pick me up and i gladly accepted, becoming quite fond of the short spanish woman.

it was now the evening and i had grabbed my pre packed bag and phone and rushed downstairs and out the door to where mapi was waiting in her car.

lucy informed me that most girls left before it got too late but i was welcome to stay the night if i wanted to, so my bag was fully prepared if i did stay the night. i joined mapi in her car and she drove us to lucy and kies house.

almost the whole team was already there when we arrived, some turned up early to help lucy and kie prepare for twenty-two 'kids' running around their house.

"hola chicas!" mapi burst through the door with me right behind her. she was always full of energy and i loved it. the team matched her energy and cheered when she made her entrance.

it was such a great vibe for the evening, with lucy and kie already ordering a bunch of food that we could eat for dinner. there was a list of movies that we voted on and ended up putting on some random disney movie.

by the time the movie was nearing the end which was only a couple of hours later, some of the girls were packing up their things to leave and go to their own homes. however me and mapi were still on a couch in the living room.

at some point in the film i'd gotten a bit tired and cuddled into mapi. i think the spanish woman had a heart attack because she didn't move for a bit, until i looked at her and smiled.

we spent the rest of the movie like that, cuddled into each other.

lucy and kie had retired to their own room, leaving the rest of the girls who were staying to make themselves comfortable. mapi and i stayed on the couch along with ona who was fast asleep. i think i had gotten real tired right at the end and shut my eyes for a bit.

i hadn't fully fallen asleep yet and could still hear things, it was more of a lucid dream state.

however my acting must have fooled mapi because she brushed my hair out of my eyes and slightly caressed my face. i made no move to stop

her as she spoke soft spanish to my 'sleeping' form.

"god you look so pretty, mi corazón."

i heard her, loud and clear, although they were the last words i'd hear for the night. i fell asleep then and didn't remember much else.

——

lucy dropped me back home the next morning, since mapi was still asleep. i didn't want to wake her and lucy was already up so i left mapi a note and grabbed my stuff. once i was home, the only words flowing through my mind being mapi's words from last night.

it made me think of how close we had become during the time i'd been with the club, which was not a lot. however mapi made it seem like we'd easily known each other for years. i admired the shorter spanish woman and i knew that what we had was slowly changing from friends to something more.

i walked down to training the next day, fully prepared to talk to mapi.

after everyone had gone through training, i pulled mapi over, asking if she wanted to go out for coffee. she agreed and volunteered her car, simply because i didn't have one yet.

we were at a little cafe in the city, just sipping on our drinks when i decided i'd stalled for long enough.

"so, did i look pretty while i slept at lucy's, mi corazón?"

my eyes were trained on her face the entire time, not wanting to miss her reaction. she immediately looked to me, eyes slightly widened and a somewhat shocked expression on her face.

"you thought i was asleep, didn't you?" i was now fully grinning with a mischievous glint in my eye.

"i can explain." she seemed extremely nervous, although she had no reason to be. i wasn't mad or angry or upset, i just thought it was funny how this turned out.

"y/n, ilikeyoumorethanfriends." she rushed it out, although i had an idea of what she said.

"slow down, maria, i don't speak gibberish." she blushed when i said her first name.

"i like you more than friends, y/n."

"much better."

mapi didn't respond, only sat looking at me for a bit longer.

"that's it? you're not saying anything?" she almost looked offended, like it was criminal not to like her back.

"well maria, you're in luck. i like you more than friends too."

#woso #woso x reader #woso community #mapi leon #mapi leon x reader #mapi leon imagine

[mattitties]

can u plz do a fluff fanfic about the reader being scared of thunder and there's a rlly loud thunder storm so matt has to comfort her? thanks :)

thunder - matt sturniolo

“Really? I love when it storms. I think it’s so peaceful and I can just curl up and watch a movie or something,” Matt tells me. It’s our second date and we’re in the “biggest fears” category, and I told him about my extremely irrational, but very severe, fear of storms. 

“I get that,” I reply. “It’s really not that I’m just scared of storms, my best friend’s house was struck by lightning and caught on fire when we were in high school, so it kind of just set something off in my head. I know it sounds stupid because it didn’t happen to me, but it just started this crazy fear.”

“Oh wow, that’s terrifying. No, I totally get it, it’s not stupid.”

As I sit with my knees tucked to my chest on my bathroom floor, I think back to that conversation from three months ago. It’s the first storm I’ve experienced since I moved to LA, and I’m a mess. My windows are rattling with each clap of thunder, and all I can think about is my roommate at work right now. She enjoys storms, but my anxiety is getting the best of me thinking about everything that could go wrong. 

What if she can’t make it to her car? What if she gets in an accident on the way home? What if I’m stuck here for the rest of the night by myself?

She’s the only person I’ve got here in LA. I had Matt, but then I fucked it all up right on our two month anniversary.

I was so ridiculously busy with work and what felt like 800 pounds of shit piling up in my life that I completely forgot about our anniversary. I stood him up at the dinner that he made reservations for, and subsequently didn’t go to the hockey game that he was going to surprise me with; the hockey game which he got $300 tickets for. 

I apologized profusely and told him I would do anything to make it up to him, and he told me he was just really disappointed and needed some space before we talked again.

He called me a couple days later and I didn’t answer because I was so ashamed and embarrassed I couldn’t even face him. 

He texted me, I never replied. After three days of missed calls and texts, I guess he got the message because he stopped trying.

A week after that, I texted him apologizing for everything and explained my intentions behind my actions.

He didn’t answer. I don’t blame him.

That was three weeks ago, and it’s been radio silence on both ends. I guess we’re really done, but I really, really need him right now.

I turn on the shower to try to drown out some of the noise of the thunder, but nothing is working. I look at the weather app. It shows the same pattern until tomorrow morning.

I’m so fucked. I can barely breathe, my heart is beating out of my chest, and I just want to die. I’ve been texting my roommate to see when she’s returning but she’s busy at work and I’m trying not to annoy her any more than I know I have been, so now I’m just sitting in front of the shower, praying that everything would just stop.

Ten or so minutes pass, and I hear the front door open. Nobody ever comes to our apartment and my roommate always forgets her key, so I just leave it deadbolted when I’m home. I turn off the shower and call out her name to let her know I’m home, but she must not hear me. I pull myself together as much as possible and go out to the living room, but I don’t see the face I expect when I get there.

“Matt?” I whisper. I’m in such shock that nothing else comes out.

He’s absolutely drenched as he stands by the front door with a bottle of lemonade. I love lemonade.

“Hi,” he smiles shyly as he raises the hand holding the bottle. “I, uh, brought you something.”

I have no idea what to say. I opt for, “what are you doing here?”

“Well, I know how much you hate storms, so I thought you could use some company. Also… I just really miss you. And I would like to talk about us. We don’t have to do it tonight, obviously, but–”

“Yes. Yes, we can talk. Tomorrow? We can get breakfast? My treat,” I say, sounding pathetically desperate, but this is all I’ve wanted for the past three weeks.

“Okay,” he says as he takes off his shoes. “Do you happen to still have some of my sweatshirts and sweatpants? I’m kinda…” he says, motioning to the water dripping off of him.

“Yes! In my room, come.” He follows me to my room and I give him his clothes that I’ve worn an embarrassing amount of times since we broke up. “You didn’t have to come tonight,” I tell him. “This is really, just… I don’t deserve this after what I did.”

He waves a hand at me as if to say forget about it. “We’ll talk about that tomorrow. And I did have to come. Because I care about you, and I know you wouldn’t want to be alone tonight.”

I’m about to cry. I really don’t deserve this guy. 

“Let me go change, then we can crack open that lemonade and cuddle and watch something. Sound good?” he asks.

All I can do is nod in response as I watch him smile before he goes to the bathroom. I pour the lemonade into two glasses and set them on the bedside tables. 

When he comes back out and lays on my bed, I just stand there, wondering if he wants me to join him.

“Hello, what are you waiting for? Don’t leave me hangin!”

I smile and lay next to him, feeling more at home than ever when he pulls me into him.

#matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fluff #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader

[tojiluv]

EYES DON'T LIE — choso kamo [chapter six]

description: in which a girl unwittingly becomes involved with a handsome stranger in a club, oblivious to his true identity of being in a famous boyband… OR in which you and Choso must conceal your secret meetings from your friends and his bandmates, especially from his younger brother and your best friend, Yuji.

warnings: mature language. fem! reader.

note: long chapter! might get busy within the next few weeks so updates will vary!

Tonight was movie night and Yuji invited you, Megumi, and Nobara to chill at his house since most of you didn't have any classes until tomorrow evening. You were all huddled in the living room, the TV displaying the horror film that Nobara suggested (mostly because she wanted Yuji to get scared).

You and Megumi were sitting on the couch as Nobara occupied the loveseat while Yuji sat on the floor, closest to the screen, which wasn't the smartest move for him.

"Tell me why'd you pick this one again?" Megumi complained, eyeing the ginger-haired girl with narrow eyes.

She snickered, a smirk rising on her pink lips. "You'll see soon enough."

"I wanted to re-watch Human Earthworm, this one looks lameee," Your best friend complains, lying down on the floor with his hand holding up his head.

"If you don't wanna watch it then get out!"

"Hey, this is my house if you didn't realize."

"Uh, I believe it belongs to your brother, smartass!"

You giggled at their bickering, realizing that Nobara was somewhat right since the house was in his brother's name. Choso Kamo. You felt odd even thinking about him due to the small secret that you're keeping from everyone.

Megumi rolled his eyes, leaning back against the couch with an arm lying behind your head as he waited for someone to play the damn movie. You grabbed the remote, stepping in between your two friends who continued to jab insults at one another.

"Alright, you two. Let's just watch this one and maybe another day, we can watch Human Earthworm, okay?" You looked between the pair, hands on your waist like a mother scolding her children as you tried to compromise the situation.

Yuji and Nobara crossed their arms, looking away from one another, huffing.

"Fine by me."

"I don't agree, but sure."

You smiled. Such children.

Pressing the play button, you sat back down and watched the movie begin, keeping your eyes on the screen while moving closer to your dark-haired friend, who was still bored.

You leaned over to whisper, "If I get scared, I'm jumping on you to cover me."

Megumi turned his head, brows raised as he looked at you like you were crazy. "I rather you didn't."

"Too bad, you sat down beside me today. Yuji usually keeps me company for these types of movies," You shrugged, not caring for his approval as he knew you get jumpy from scary things.

He scoffed, shaking his head before shifting a bit over to the end of the sofa in case you did fling at him to be a shield. Like that would stop you from trying. The first few minutes of the movie were rolling, introducing the characters as you watched in interest until Yuji spoke up loudly.

"Oi, Choso! Can you turn the lights off for us?"

Your body slightly tensed up, not realizing that the person you've been avoiding would be in his own home today. You glanced to the side, seeing the male come down the stairs with a black tight shirt and gray sweatpants on, his hair no longer in his usual style as it was rather down on his shoulders.

No longer paying attention to the movie, your eyes trained on the male, eyeing his movements and the way he looked so appealing to you in his outfit.

He just had to come down in that combo, you mused inwardly. Curse the gray sweatpants theory.

Choso moved towards the switch, turning the lights off as he waved to everyone in greeting before glancing at you quickly, already seeing your eyes trained on him.

You could see his lips twitch into a grin in the low lighting, probably out of amusement from catching you staring at him out in the open with your friends and his brother.

"What's playing?" He asked, directing the question to his little brother as his eyes cut contact with you, making sure nobody caught the both of you.

You shifted your head back to the screen quickly, face burning as he caught you ogling for god knows how long. You could tell that Nobara and Yuji didn't see anything since their backs were facing you but you didn't think about the other. From the corner of your eye, Megumi tilted his head with a puzzled expression as he wondered what that whole exchange was about.

You messed up.

"Ahhh, I don't even know anymore. Kugaski put it on," Yuji shrugged lazily, eyes still trained on the screen as the movie began its first act of horror.

"Wanna watch it with us?" Nobara asked, inviting the male to join.

Choso shook his head, not really interested in watching. "Nah, I'm good. I'll just be in the kitchen."

You didn't glance his way as he left the room, eyes zeroing on the screen yet your ears couldn't focus on the sound due to your heart beating fast from your little interaction. It didn't feel awkward after finding out you hooked up, rather felt like there was some unresolved tension between the both of you.

And you didn't know if you wanted to cross that bridge to find out.

You didn't understand what you were feeling, knowing that even attempting to get close to the guy would make you face more consequences, especially with your best friend. Even with that, Megumi kept burning holes in the side of your head whenever he glanced your way, causing you to fidget in your seat.

Megumi was smart... too smart for your liking right now.

"I should probably get some snacks for us," Yuji stated, moving to stand up from his position until Megumi spoke up and mentioned you.

"Didn't you want to grab a drink too? Maybe you could go get the snacks since you don't really like watching the scary parts, right?" He proclaimed, overly concerned for your well-being all of a sudden.

You narrowed your eyes at the male, knowing what he was up to. He wanted to test his theory of the interaction between you and Choso, backing you up into a corner without a say in the matter of going to the kitchen without a reasonable excuse.

"Well, actually I'm okay —"

"I don't really wanna miss too much of the movie, you know where the snacks are, right?" Yuji interrupts you from denying the request, leaving you to see his puppy dogs pleading with you to get it. "Pleaseeee?"

You sighed, not wanting to say no to his face, especially already feeling like you had a debt to repay him for hiding a big secret. "Fine."

Yuji grinned widely. "Thank you bestie, you're the best!"

"Mhm, I know."

Getting off the couch, not without flicking Megumi in the forehead a bit hard for his involvement, you walked towards the brightly lit kitchen where the person you dreaded to face directly.

As you entered quietly, you could see Choso's back facing you as he leaned against the counter while scrolling on his phone and eating a few grapes.

You cleared your throat, grabbing his attention as he jumped slightly before turning in your direction. His brows raised as he looked at you, surprised to see you come by alone, while you just opted for an awkward smile as you pointed to one of the cabinets.

"Sorry, we just wanted some snacks..." You voiced quietly, the nerves reaching up your throat causing you to become too shy in front of the male.

Choso broke his stare, clearing his throat before nodding, "Ah, yeah, go ahead."

You nodded, lips pressed in a thin line before moving towards the other side of the kitchen. You knew where the snacks were since you came to the house almost daily, basically becoming your second home.

As you took some chocolates and chips from the cupboard, you swear you could feel eyes targeting your movements, knowing Choso was watching.

The kitchen was silent, the muffled sounds of television playing in the background with Yuji whimpering quietly while Nobara giggled. That twisted girl. It was a bit funny but you wouldn't admit that to your friend.

"You know your way around here, huh?" Choso voiced, breaking your thoughts as you didn't expect him to start a conversation, let alone with you.

You turned your head, shyly nodding. Gosh, when have you ever been this shy before? "Ah, yeah. I come over a lot to chill with Yuji, hence how I know where everything will be..."

He nodded, taking note of your comment before sipping his drink as you turned back around to your task. The tension was thick in the room, the heavy secret lingering between you was dreadful as you pretended nothing ever happened.

I'm gonna kill Megumi for this.

You cleared your throat, trying to diffuse the tension. "Uh, got any plans this week?"

Back still turned, you didn't have the guts to face him directly when speaking as you knew you might become flustered or trip on something.

"Only some band stuff, nothing too important." Choso voiced as you hummed in response, not really knowing what to say. You prepared the snack bowls while the only thing left to complete was the popcorn.

You heard Nobara shout out for you from the living room. "You almost done?!"

"Give me a few minutes!"

Laying the popcorn bag in the microwave and pushing the button, you turned to the fridge to obtain a few drinks for the group before placing it in the tray with the other snacks.

"How about you, any plans?" The male asked, eyeing the way you neatly placed the items while having a small satisfied smile on your face as you organized everything.

He snickered inwardly at the sight. Cute.

You turned in his direction before shaking your head, "Uh, not really. Too busy with my program right now."

Choso hummed, leaning more forward on the counter to listen. "What's your program?"

You mentioned what it was, stating the career path that you chose for the upcoming future. While speaking, you slightly got a bit more confident as you both talked to one another normally, the previous situation not lingering in your head at the moment.

Choso looked interested in what career you wanted to pursue, looking impressed at the amount of work you were dedicating yourself to. "Sounds pretty rough, are you sure you're all good up there?" He motions to his head, referencing if you have gone crazy yet from the amount of work.

You giggled quietly. "Yeah, no need to worry."

He shrugged, yet a playful grin exposed him. "Just making sure, don't want Yuji to become a victim with one of your breakdowns."

He could see you rolling your eyes from his lame joke but there was still a grin on your face, meaning he was getting on your good side. Choso already knew a bit about yourself from that time at the club and when you both arrived at your apartment before you did... that.

The microwave beeped meaning the popcorn finished as you retrieved the bag before opening the steaming snack to pour into the bowl. You knew Yuji liked his popcorn with cheddar as you glanced around the kitchen for the powder before opening one of the cabinets to see it almost near the top shelf.

Of course, Yuji placed it there. That dumbo.

You weren't exactly too short but weren't too tall, thus causing you to lean up on your tippy toes to reach the item as you could feel your cropped shirt rising, exposing your back from the amount of stretching. Barely grazing the item, you were about to give up on the damn thing until you felt something graze your back along with a hand brushing past your own to retrieve it.

Your eyes widened, breathing still for a second as you could feel his presence with his warm chest pressed behind you before he placed the item in front of your line of vision.

"Could've asked for my help, you know," Choso mumbled, his voice sounding closer than before as his breath hit your ear, causing you to shiver slightly from the rising tension.

Fuck, what's happening?

You turned your body around slightly, no longer feeling his back but rather facing him more directly this time, the closest you have been this whole night. You felt flustered from the minor distance, meeting his mischievous eyes with your baffled ones as you slowly grabbed the item out from his hand.

"I thought I could handle it..." You whispered, the nerves returning to hit you as a burning sensation felt present upon your ears and cheeks.

You were trapped between the counter and his body, no longer aware of anything besides the man who caught your undivided attention. You stared at one another with some hidden craving that was brewing to be exposed beneath your lidded eyes.

The scene felt familiar to both of you, causing Choso to lean a bit closer to test the waters.

"Is that a bet, pretty?"

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.

He knew what he was doing and you knew what he was instigating. Those familiar words sparked a feeling within you that had your mind shouting to stop this from going any further, yet your body betrayed you.

You saw his eyes glance at your parted lips before shifting back to your hazy eyes. You didn't know what to do in this situation, realizing that you weren't exactly alone right now to be acting like this, nonetheless, to even do something again.

Yet, you responded to the same action by looking down at his moist lips before shifting back to his lustful stare.

"Maybe —"

A scream echoed out throughout the house.

"OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"

The trance you both were in broke immediately as you heard Yuji shout frightfully from the jump-scares in the living room. The moment you realize what you are about to do causes you to push Choso gently back before retrieving the snack tray quickly, avoiding his concerned eyes.

"I —"

Not having any more words to say, you bowed your head before rushing to the living room. Choso didn't stop you, yet you swore you heard him mumble your name as you ran off.

"Y/N, WHERE ARE THE SNACKS?!" Nobara shouted at the same time you arrived with everything, annoyance evident from the shouting.

"No need to yell, it's here!" Your voice wavered a bit as you placed the tray on the coffee table.

Yuji hummed happily, sending you a wink. "You're an angel, thank you!"

You curtly nodded your head, your thoughts and feelings were all over the place as you struggled to understand how you almost committed another situation with your best friend's older brother.

Sitting back down on the couch, your ginger-haired friend mentioned to you how Yuji almost cried from the jumpscares and how funny it was to witness it. The pink-haired male began to complain about it, stating that he just didn't expect a creature to jump out during a calm scene, making excuses for his high-pitched scream.

The cushion beside you sank a bit as Megumi moved closer, eyes full of questions. "Everything good?"

You nodded, brows furrowed. "Yeah, what's up?"

"The ceiling," You rolled your eyes at his literal answer, "but what I'm wondering is about you and Choso."

Your heart dropped, knowing Megumi was trying to figure out why you took so long in the kitchen for just a couple of snacks.

You shrugged nonchalantly. "What about him?"

He glanced towards your friend in the middle before lowering his tone as the movie continued to play loudly in the background. "Do you... have a crush on him or something?"

DING, DING, DING!

EVERYONE, WE MAY HAVE A WINNER!

NOW WHAT SHALL WE DO EVERYONE?

DENY, DENY, DENY!

You scoffed, immediately shaking your head. "No, no. You're getting the wrong idea, Gumi."

He tilted his head, green eyes narrowed at your poker face. "Am I? Then what is it? Cause I saw the way you were looking at him earlier."

You sighed. You knew your friend wouldn't drop it until you said something that satisfied his curiosity. "I was only staring 'cause he's... you know... pretty cute to look at."

Megumi scrunched up his face, wondering if that was really it and not what he originally thought. "That's it? Cause he's cute?"

You tsked, waving a finger in his face, "I said pretty cute, notice the difference?" He rolled his eyes, huffing at your tone as you slightly chuckled.

"Listen, don't tell Yuji I was thinking like that, he would just lecture about the whole thing." You mumbled, eyes shifting to your best friend with much warmth.

Megumi sighed and promised not to say a word. He agreed that Yuji would blow it out of proportion if he found out about your thoughts about his brother, just like how he did the same to Nobara a few days ago.

"Alright, I'll take that answer... for now. But why'd you take so long in the kitchen?" He pressed further again.

You shrugged, blatantly lying quickly with your tongue, "He was just asking me about school and how Yuji was doing while he was away, that's all."

"Really?"

"Yes, Gumi. Now shhh, watch the movie."

You waved him off, hoping that this would be the last time he'd be on your back about Choso. Megumi sighed before shifting back to his original spot on the couch. The tension in your shoulders loosened from the intense interrogation before focusing back on the film, even though you weren't that interested anymore.

Rather more focused on the tattooed male sitting in the next room over.

If Yuji hadn't shouted earlier, Choso would have probably kissed you from the way he was instantly staring at your lips. The way your bodies were a few inches apart from directly touching, leaning a bit further would've sealed the deal. If that interruption hadn't happened... you knew you would return the action without hesitation.

Do I have a crush on him? It feels wrong to have one, you glanced at Yuji with worry. But he just feels right for some reason.

"HOLY SHIT!"

"AHH!"

Another big jumpscare.

Nobara fell out of her seat, candy spilling on the floor while Yuji had another heart attack, a blanket suffocating his head to avoid the gore. While for you, the promise made to your gloomy friend earlier came true.

You jumped towards Megumi, hiding half your body behind his stiff back as you shook his arm to annoy him further. He gaped at your actions with annoyance, grunting at the amount of force you laid against him.

"I thought you were joking!"

"... IT'S GONE NOW, GET OFF!"

⇽ chapter five | chapter seven ⇾

© 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐯 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

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[nctsplug02]

Hey, love. I’m gonna need a part too for that jock Jaehyun fic. I’m begging you (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

BS CAPTAIN JEONG.J

GENRE: smut

WARNINGS: swearing, drinking, hair pulling, kissing, flirting, jealous, possessiveness, both protected and unprotected sex, spanking, hickeys, choking, and begging.

A/N: merry christmas my beloveds. i love you dearly and wish you all a happy new years and merry christmas!

“ah, there’s my little reign deer.” johnny bites his bottom lip while grabbing your ass from under your tiny skirt. “ah, ah. hands to yourself or you won’t get to open your present later.”

jaehyun scoffs from the corner when seeing the two of you flirt. his best friend with the one person who he’d lost a few weeks ago, you.

“i’ll get it either way.” johnny snuggles his face into the crook of your neck making you giggle. “you know me too well, huh?” johnny nips your neck causing your legs to kick up and with johnnys fast reflexes, he catches you.

your legs curl back down and johnny whispers something in your ear that makes you giggle again. you look around and nod while johnny guides you upstairs.

“unbelievable.” jaehyun sucks his teeth. “what’s unbelievable?” rosé, his date asks with a drink in her hand. “nothing.” jaehyun remembers her existence and chugs what’s left in his cup.

“want me to refi—?” jaehyun walks away from his date leaving her mid-sentence. he goes to the table and reads each label.

cranberry juice.

punch.

egg nog.

budlight.

jaehyun puts his cup under the spout and presses the tap above it. it fills up until his liking and jaehyun turns around. his date was standing there, pulling her dress down after it rose a bunch of times. he takes a quick chug and shakes his head, walking the opposite direction from her.

“—hey! you can’t blow it, cheater!” marks voice squeaks. “can too! it’s not a rule!” mark shakes his head and rolls his shoulders back, getting ready to toss the other ball.

haechan bends his knees and sticks his arms out. “show me what’cha got, mark!” he sticks his tongue out and watches as mark tosses the ball only for it to miss. “shit!” mark winces and throws his arms around his head.

“my turn.” haechan collects the balls and shoots one before crying out. “pay up, fucker!” haechan jabs at the air with a lip bite. “nuh-uh! i still have redemption!” mark points out and haechan sighs. “fine, fine. i guess you’re right.” haechan hands the two balls to mark who catches them.

mark does a quick stretch before tossing one ball. “okay, that’s one.” mark points and haechan glares. “i can see, idiot.” mark tosses the second one and cries out when it bounces off the rim. “sixty bucks, fucker.” haechan says with grabby fingers. “i’ll have to pull it out tomorrow. i literally bought beer with my money.” haechan tuts at the excuse.

“nice job, mark.” jaehyun gives the younger man a pat on the back before turning to find another section to be at.

he pauses when seeing you and johnny coming downstairs with wide and snarky grins.

jaehyun sighs and turns back to the two boys at the table. “yo, jaehyun. wanna play with us?” jaehyun thinks about it and sighs. “sure, who am i going against?” haechan laughs and throws an arm around jaehyun. “me and mark. we’re gonna be partners so i go find yourself one real quick.”

jaehyun looks around to see you and johnny walking over. “fuck.” jaehyun mumbles and tears his eyes from the two of you. “uh.. shit.” jaehyun huffs out.

“sup, guys.” johnny nods his head at three guys. “yo, johnny. want to be jaehyuns partner for a quick game of beer pong?” johnny holds up with casted hand. “i already signed it— you in?” haechan gets an eye roll from johnny and a giggle from you.

“this is my good arm, dumbass. i need it to play beer pong but after what happened last week it won’t be in shape anytime soon.” you tear your gaze away from jaehyun and you look up at johnny.

“i’ll play.” eight eyes land on you. “i can be jaehyuns partner, it’s fine. i’m actually a pro player.” you wink and slip out of johnnys hold. “cmon, jaehyun. we can’t lose.”

jaehyun clears his throat and stands next to you. “alright, let’s do this. losers have to jump in the freezing cold lake outside?” haechan and mark stare at each other. “alright, fine.” haechan says and mark sputters. “i get no say?!”

“no.” haechan holds out a fist. “rock, paper, scissors.” you hold out your fist and drop your chin, forcing a glare that haechan copies. “rock, paper, scissors, shoot!” you shut your eyes and open them after silence. “ah!” you squeal and jump around while holding up scissors.

jaehyuns lips softly curl into a smile while watching you bounce around. your hair bouncing, your tits bouncing, your skirt lifting and showing a bit of your ass.

“look i won!” you show your scissors to jaehyun who nods. “yes, you did. so, you get to go first.” he hands the balls to you and you accept them. “cmon,” you whisper to the balls. “don’t fail me!” you toss one and it goes in.

“what?!” you and haechan both scream. “oh, my gosh! i told you guys that i’m a pro.” you smirk and toss the other. “aw shit. never mind.” you and the others laugh when it bounces off the rim. “it was close.” jaehyun says and you grin.

haechan takes the balls and closes his eyes. “how come you get to go first?” mark starts to complain but haechan holds out a finger. “sh,” he shushes him. “i need to pray to the gods and goddesses of beer pong.”

haechan opens his eyes and sucks in a gush of air before tossing one of the balls. “see,” mark says as soon as it bounces past the cups. “i knew i should’ve gone first.” haechan tosses the second one and it bounces out, again.

you laugh and reach down to grab the ball in front of you, completely unaware that your ass is aimed directly at jaehyun crotch. “oops, im sorry.” jaehyun steps back and you stand up straight. “alright,” you say with a sigh. “here, it’s your turn. don’t make us lose or i’ll stick my foot up your ass.” jaehyun laughs at your threat.

you’d always use it back when you were with jaehyun. specifically when you were angry or cranky.

jaehyun takes the balls and hands his drink to you. he rolls his shoulders back and tilts his head side to side before tossing one. “ah! you made it!” you squeal and look up at him with your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

you watch with anticipation before jaehyun tosses the ball. “oh, my god! you’re unbelievable!” you gasp when it makes it in, again.

it repeats until haechan and mark are outside, standing at the edge of the deck. “say cheese, boys.” you say with a hand on your hip. “cheese!” haechan says before jumping in with mark following shortly after.

“ah, nice job, partner.” you say to jaehyun who grins down at you. “you too.”

you gasp. “should we take their clothes and run?” jaehyuns grin turns evil. “i like your thinking.” the two of you run off with both haechan and marks clothes. you and jaehyun both giggling while hiding in the tiny shed.

“this place is rusty.” you say, stumbling over something. and before your ass meets the wooden floor, an arm catches you and your cheek meets jaehyuns chest.

“uh, i think there should be a light in here.” jaehyun says holding you tightly and closely before searching around. “nope,” jaehyun sighs. “just the light from the full moon.” there was a small window that bled the shining moon inside.

“they took our clothes! fuck!” you and jaehyun silently snicker when hearing haechan scream. “it’s fucking freezing!” mark runs leaving haechan who was cupping his dick. “don’t leave me, it’s dark!” haechan runs after mark.

“jaehyun,” he hums. “you.. can let go of me now.” it was dark but your eyes were used to it by now. he was staring down at and it looked like it was guilt and regret that was smeared all over his face.

“and, if i don’t want to?” his voice came out more quieter and softer.

“jaehyun,” just do it. “kiss me.” there it is.

you stumble back at his harshness. he’d slammed his lips onto yours which caused you to stumble back until hitting a table.

your lips follow his even after he pulls away. “no— fuck, this is wrong. y/n, you’re dating my best friend.” you laugh which makes jaehyun unsure. “oh, my god. no, jaehyun. i’m not. me and johnny aren’t a thing— he’s just my rebound to get over you.”

“get over me? woah, ms y/n has a crush on me?” you push his shoulder. “obviously i did, you piece of shit. i shouldn’t even forgive you this easily after what you did.”

“but, look at you. sticking your tongue down my throat.” you laugh and push his shoulder, again. “says the one who kissed me first.” he laughs this time and lifts you up. “shut up.”

he brings his lips back down to yours and smiles into the kiss. he lifts you up and sits you on the table that was meant for work. “i’ve missed this and i’ve missed you.” he says when he pulls away.

“i’ve missed you too.” you grab the stretchy waistband on your skirt. “no, leave it on. it looks sexy on you. you look sexy wearing it.” you blush at his comment.

jaehyun grabs his belt and undoes it, along with his jeans that hit the floor. “wait, we don’t have a—?” jaehyun pulls out his wallet and to your surprise he has a condom in one of the pockets. “so, you were prepared.”

he lets out a goofy grin. “i have to be. i could’ve gotten laid by my date tonight— oh shit, my date.” you tut with jealousy and snatch the condom packet from him. “stop talking about your date when you’re literally about to have make up sex with me.” jaehyun apologizes before you slide the condom on.

“i’ve missed you so much, baby.” you lock your legs around his waist while slowly drawing his cock in. “i’ve missed you too, jaehyun. i thought you about you every single day even after what happened in your dads office.” jaehyun moves forward and lands his lips onto your neck.

you tilt your head to give him more access and grin as he sucks on your neck, creating a small hickey just behind your ear.

“you have no idea how much i’ve missed with tight pussy.” jaehyun says while picking up his pace in his hips. “and you have no idea how much i’ve missed having you in me.”

you hold onto jaehyuns nape as he continues making marks all over your collarbone. “fuck me hard, jae. i want it hard and fast.” jaehyun pulls away and holds your thighs. “i want to savor this moment, baby. i want to make up for all the lost time.”

you and jaehyun had stop all contacts five months ago. you began talking to his best friend, johnny two months ago and then the sex began with him.

“we can do that later but right now, i want it hard and fast. i need it hard and fast. please, jaehyun.” jaehyun groans and tosses his head back. “fuck me,” he sighs as he massages your thighs and then hips. “you know i can’t resist you, baby.”

your back hits the wall and you let out a gasp when jaehyun slightly turns you on your hip. “wha—?” before you could finish, jaehyun starts pounding his hips. “ooohh, fuck.” you gasp, letting him assault your cunt like he’d done multiple times before.

your screams and cries fill the tiny space and jaehyun smirks down at you. your tits flop around in your tiny tube top and the bells from your headband jingles.

“j—jae,” you gasp, clinging onto the headband as it slowly slips off. “that’s it, baby. i’ve missed the sound of you screaming for me.”

“j—jae, please take the condom off— please?” your voice pleads quietly and jaehyun groans, curving his back as he pushes one last thrust before pulling out. “you’re so naughty, baby. so naughty.” he whispers and pulls off the condom.

it stretches and he tosses it on the ground. it splats and jaehyun grabs your thighs again. slowly, he slides his cock in. the tip entering you causing you to moan loudly. “fuck— this feels so so much better!” you rip the headband off after fixing it several times.

it hits the wall with a loud jingle.

“you feel too good— i can’t hold it in, baby. i’m so close.” jaehyun grunts out, his nails digging into your soft flesh causing you to wince. “how does it feel, baby.”

“so fucking good!” you practically shout and jaehyun laughs, licking the corner of his lips as well. “i hope you’re on the pill or i’ll have to pick up a morning after pill for you.” your hand flies to his wrists as his grip becomes tighter.

your head feels dizzy and heavy— either from the two cups of beer you’ve had or just the amazing sex you were receiving at the moment.

“i—im on the pill!” you cry out, your orgasm hitting you from out of the blue. “good.” jaehyun says before slamming his hips once more and then filling you up with his load that he’d been saving for months.

and, just for you.

it takes a few minutes for jaehyun to pull out. he couldn’t see but he could feel his cum seeping out of you. his slender fingers slid into your cunt and started to finger you slowly.

“don’t do that unless you want to be a dad— at 19.” you tease and jaehyun softly laughs. he pulls you up and presses a kiss on your cheek. “youre now mine.” he says with another kiss but on your forehead.

“who said that?” you pull away and a low growl is heard from jaehyuns throat. “me. you’re mine. forever.” you laugh and toss your arms around his neck. “poor me. i’m stuck with the worlds biggest asshole.” he nips your neck making you squirm.

there is a short silence before jaehyun speaks up. “looks like i opened johnnys present.” jaehyun says breathlessly against your neck. “shut up.” you softly laugh and smack his side.

he pulls away and sighs. “should we head inside?” you frown, not wanting to be around the others but just he, himself. “can we just leave instead? have our own little party, yeah?” jaehyun bites his lip and hums. “that seems fun. let’s go say ‘bye’ to everyone and leave.”

you laugh and shake your head as he carries you off the table. jaehyun helps you with your outfit, he pulls your skirt down and your top as well.

he takes your hand and walks with you all the way back upstairs to the house. “oh, now they’re back. where the fuck did you shit heads go?!” haechan screams with a blanket wrapped around his body. “we went to hide your guys clothes!”

“and, then we fucked.” your eyes go wide before you look up at jaehyun who has a grin on his face. your lips smack shut and you nod. “y..es, and then we fucked.” you say with a nod.

“outside.” jaehyun says.

“in the shed.” you confirm.

“and, after you guys fucked, you guys left our clothes in there?!” haechan screams, again. your hands sly to your ears at his high pitched yell. “in the cold?!” mark screams next and you laugh.

you look back up at jaehyun and he nods his head towards the side. johnny was flirting with jaehyuns date who held her dress down while laughing at johnnys jokes.

jaehyun lowers himself to your height and allows his lips to touch the shell of your ear. “let’s go.” you look up and nod. “then, cmon.” he pats your ass and guides you to the front door.

“we can pick up snacks on the way home.” you scoff, seat belting yourself in his car. “and, what place is open on christmas?” he hisses and drives out of his parking space.

“guess we’re gonna have to cook at home.” at home. his home. “okay, but you’re cooking unless you want your penthouse to be burnt down before new years.” he laughs while shaking his head.

you were glad to have him back and he felt the same way.

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[togrowoldinv]

A Lot, A Lot

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Dating your best friend’s sister was a bad idea. Secretly dating your best friend’s sister was an even worse idea.

Note: This is based on this request. I hope y’all enjoy it!

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There was something about your best friend’s older sister that always intrigued you. You first met Natasha when she helped Yelena move into your shared dorm freshman year, long before you knew Yelena would be your best friend.

Right from the start, you found Natasha attractive. And you noticed that she was very kind, especially to her sister. You would later find out that the two of them had a rough childhood and they had to rely on each other and each other alone most of the time.

After that first day, you didn’t see her in person again until the end of the semester on move out day. She called or FaceTimed Yelena most days though and you would offer a quick greeting to her.

The next semester started and you found yourself hoping and praying for Nat to be in town to help Yelena move in. Your prayers were answered when you saw the redhead walking up the front steps of your new apartment.

“Hey y/n,” Nat said. She had turned around and waited for you when she heard your car in the driveway. “Need some help?”

“Oh, that’s okay I can get it,” you say, but when you opened your trunk you looked back at her. She laughed and walked towards you. “Thanks Natasha.”

She picked up the boxes with ease and you tried not to stare at her muscular arms.

“It’s no problem. I’m glad you’re living with Yelena again by the way,” Natasha said.

“Me too. She’s already become such a great friend to me,” you said.

“I’m glad you feel the same way,” Nat said as the two of you went into the house.

You greeted your roommates and got settled in. After a while, Yelena suggested going out to celebrate a new year.

That’s the first night you ever kissed Natasha. You’re not sure how it happened really. One minute you were dancing with her and the next minute you were in the bathroom with your lips on hers.

“You’re so beautiful,” Natasha said, pinning you against the counter.

“This is a terrible idea,” you said between kisses.

“Probably so, but let’s not worry about it,” Natasha replied. She continued to kiss you until a stranger opened the bathroom door and you two pulled apart to try and be respectful.

“Come back to my place tonight?” You asked her.

“I can’t. I have to work tomorrow, so I need to get back into town,” Natasha said. You tried not to be disappointed, but you know your head hung low. “Hey, I’m sorry baby,” Natasha said as she reached for you chin to lift it up.

She kissed your cheeks softly and your lips once more before slipping her hand into your back pocket to grab your phone.

“Text me or call me anytime, okay? I’d love to hear from you,” Natasha said as she typed her number into it.

“I will,” you replied.

And she left the bathroom, the bar, and the city without another word.

You contemplated how to text her for days following that night. It should’ve been easy considering you had known her a while now, but something was holding you back. Or rather someone was.

You finally decide to text her now. It’s a week later, but you hope she still wants you to reach out. It is a simple message of greeting and telling her you enjoyed your time together the other night. You don’t think much of the timing of the text and you hit send.

On the other side of town, Natasha and Yelena are sitting at a coffee shop. Nat had came in to see her sister.

“Check this out, Yelena,” Nat says, handing her her phone. It is a video of a dog that she knows Yelena will love, but she immediately sees a frown on her face. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you dating, y/n?” She asks her older sister. When Nat doesn’t immediately deny it, Yelena stands up and quickly moves towards the doors.

“Yelena, wait!” Nat yells after her.

She picks up her things and heads out the door as well. Yelena is long gone. Nat gets in her car to drive to your apartment.

Natasha wishes she could call you and warn you about Yelena knowing but the blonde had kept her phone, most likely so she could ask you what it meant.

You’re sitting on the couch in the living room when Yelena comes barging through the door. You stand up in response, worried something was wrong with her.

“What the fuck is this?” Yelena asks you. You look to her hand to see Nat’s phone with your text pulled up on the screen.

“Oh,” you mumble and she gets more upset.

“Are you dating my sister?” Yelena asks.

“I don’t know,” you reply honestly.

“You don’t know? How do you not know? It sounds to me like you quite enjoyed her tongue down your throat, so what is it y/n? Is it love?” Yelena asks.

Natasha comes through the door right about the same time Yelena mentions the making out.

“Yelena, you have to relax,” Nat says.

“No, I can’t. No. No. No. No.”

“It was one night Yelena and we haven’t been together since. Right y/n?” Natasha says.

“Right, yeah. We’ll stop entertaining any future together if you want,” you say.

“Actually, I’m not sure I can do that,” Natasha says.

“What?” Yelena asks her. She’s incredulous at the idea of Nat not stopping in her pursuit of you.

“I really like y/n and I’m pretty sure she likes me. I don’t think it’s fair to keep us from trying this even if you’re her best friend,” Natasha explains.

It makes your stomach flutter to her say how she likes you and take a stand for those feelings.

“I do like you, Nat. A lot a lot,” you say. She smiles at you.

“Yelena, obviously we care about your feelings here, but you’ve got to care about ours too,” Nat says.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Nat questions her sister’s short reply.

“Okay, you two go on and do your thing. But please I can’t lose either of you, so either break up amicably or don’t break up,” Yelena says. You both nod. “And please don’t kiss in front of me,” she adds.

Nat laughs and crosses the room to stand next to you.

“Damn, I was going to kiss her right now. You better look away, sestra,” Natasha says.

Yelena gives her phone back to her and she goes to her room without saying much else.

“So, you like me huh?” Natasha teases you. “A lot a lot?”

“Yes,” you reply shyly.

“Oh, don’t get shy on me now, y/n,” Natasha teases you. She’s invaded your space and you like it. “I like you a lot a lot too.”

You smile at her and she grins back.

“You’re so cute,” you say as you brush your nose against hers. Natasha practically giggles at that.

In all of her years of life, not many people had called her cute. She more often got the classic compliments such as sexy, beautiful, or hot. She liked the way her stomach turned when you called her cute.

“You’re so cute too, baby,” she says before her lips connect with yours.

She kisses you softly and slowly. It’s much different than your first kiss in the bar bathroom, but you much prefer this.

When you break for air, Natasha pulls you in for a hug. She’s warm and you feel like you could stay in her arms forever.

Yelena comes out of her room and sighs a little at the sight of you and Natasha. You reluctantly step back from her and turn to your best friend.

“Hey, Yel. Seriously, I promise everything will be okay,” you say.

“Thanks y/n,” she replies. “Can you give me a minute with Nat?”

You leave the sisters alone for a moment to talk and go to your room.

“Please, Nat I’m begging you not to hurt her. She loves so deep and so fast. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s in love with you already,” Yelena says.

“I won’t hurt her. And you know I love deeply too.”

“I do know that. Really, she’s lucky to have you.”

Natasha steps forward and pulls her little sister into a hug. They both hold so much love for each other.

“Alright, go be with your girlfriend,” Yelena says as she pulls away.

“You’re sure it’s okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just go to your place for any sort of- well you know,” Yelena scrunches her nose up in disgust and Nat laughs.

Natasha knocks on your bedroom door and you open it to see her standing there with a beautiful smile on her face.

You reach for her hand to pull her in the door and close it behind her.

You’re falling in love with Natasha Romanoff, your best friend’s sister, and you like it.

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[helios-writings]

Would That I

Knight! Vash x Royalty! Reader

wc: 5.3k

Warnings: brief mentions of blood, losing an arm.

You are second in line for the throne and Vash is your personal guard, after years of pining, you confess your love and loyalty to each other, but cannot be together.

You grinned as you moved the chess piece, ending the game with a swift checkmate. Vash groaned, leaning back in his chair in defeat. You tried to look anywhere but his exposed arms and exposed throat. 

“You win again,” he told you, smiling, “I’m going to have to start practising.” 

You stood up from the chair, dusting yourself off. “Oh? And who would you practise with? You said yourself that Sir Wolfwood’s a cheat and Lady Meryl scares you too much to even try to play against her.” 

“I’ll start picking up books from the castle library.” 

The two of you walked shoulder to shoulder towards the garden’s entrance and Vash had an uncharacteristic frown on his face. 

“You’ve been quiet all day.” You told him, a hand lightly placed on his arm. You could feel his body heat through your glove. 

“I leave tomorrow. I’ll be gone for a month, at the least. Three at most.” 

“Where will you go?” 

He shrugged. “I don’t know for sure, some town on the outskirts has had trouble with bandits, we’re being sent to get rid of them. Wolfwood, Milly and myself. A few others.” 

“Can I see you off?” 

“You must, I fear I’d perish without a good luck farewell from the royal highness themself.” 

Three months without your best and closest friend, the aspect made tears threaten to well up in your eyes. “Write to me?” 

He ceased his teasing and took your hand in his, clutching it to his chest, his blue eyes looking into your own. “Every week. I’ll even bring you back a souvenir.” 

“Just bring yourself back in one piece.” 

The air between the two of you was charged with something you couldn’t name, but it faded quickly when he dropped your hand and made his way back towards the barracks. 

You watch him until he disappears from your sight and you wonder how you’re supposed to sleep knowing that tomorrow morning could be the last time you see him.

***

Vash is awake before dawn, the sky still an ugly grey. He’s loath to leave your side, but knows you’ll be safe within the kingdom’s walls. He holds the horse’s reins tightly, knuckles turning white and looks out, searching for any sign of you. 

Wolfwood and Milly are atop their own horses, but it’s the former who says something. 

“We can’t wait for much longer, Vash, the other knights have already left. You sure they're coming?” 

He nodded firmly. You wouldn’t lie to him. 

Like you’d been summoned, you came tearing down the main square in our sleep clothes, a robe pulled tight around you. The sight made his heart swell. 

“Wait! Vash, don’t leave yet!” 

Milly and Wolfwood stifled their laughs as you reached them, chest heaving. “Sorry I’m late.” 

He hopped off of his horse and you pulled him into a crushing hug, burying your face in his chest. 

“Hey,” he whispered, “it’s going to be okay.”

“It doesn’t make sense to send you when you're my bodyguard.” 

“But I’m still a knight.” 

“I want you to stay here with me. What if you don’t come back?”  

He raised your head to look you in the eyes. “I would fight through a million enemies to come back to you.” 

“Remember to write to me. Please.”

Vash kissed your hand before he could decide against it. “Every week.” 

You bit your lip, like you were going to say something and then decided against it. 

“Vash, we’ve gotta go!” Milly called and he sighed. 

You grabbed his arm and you crashed your lips to his. He didn’t get a chance to revel in the feeling before you pulled away from and ran back towards the castle. Vash could feel tears on his face, but they weren’t his. 

***

The months without Vash were hard and almost too much for you to handle, but letters came every week from Vash, just like he’d promised. Every letter had a flower pressed between the pages.

Meryl, though she thought it was annoying that you kept re-reading his letters during her lessons, knew that there were few people in this world as important to you as Vash. Your own family didn’t even make the list. Being king, queen and the heir to the throne meant that they didn’t have time for you.

It was strange to be anywhere without the blonde knight, you went everywhere together. Joined at the hip, more than a normal royal and their knight should be. Where once there was laughter by your side, there was silence.

You wondered if you had ruined everything with that kiss, however brief it was. When he returned, would he even want to see you? Would he choose to return as your bodyguard? Or would he ask to be replaced, effectively never seeing you again? 

He never said anything as such in the letters, but you knew him to be a good liar, a man who never let anyone truly know what he was thinking. He never mentioned the kiss, either. 

For you, it was all you had thought about, even before. You knew you had loved Vash for a long time, maybe not love at first sight, but when you got to know him. Maybe when the both of you had turned into teens, when arms and legs were less lanky and voices were deeper. But the when didn’t matter as much as the why. When Vash was as kind and as brave as he was. Always eager to help others, no matter the cost. Even if the cost was his life. It’s why you had been so scared for him to leave, because if it had come down to saving a life and him, he would always choose the former. 

The door to the library burst open, and a guard stormed in. “Your highness, the knights have returned.” 

You stood, the books piled on your lap spilling to the ground. “Where are they?” 

“The clinic. They were all injured, but no fatalities.” 

You thanked the guard before rushing out the door. You needed to see him, needed to hold him in your hands to make sure he was actually here and safe. 

You slammed the doors to the clinic open, searching the faces for Vash. 

Wolfwood, who you didn’t know too well, approached you from the side. “Vash got a private room. Through there.” 

You thanked him, before taking off towards the closed door. When you opened it, you gasped. 

Vash was on a bed, armour stripped off, fresh scars riddling his body. He sat up slowly. “Told you I’d come back.” 

A sob tore its way out of your throat and you collapsed by his bedside. 

He took your hand in his.”Hey, it’s alright. I’m okay. It’s not even that bad.”

“You’ve been stabbed. Multiple times, how is that not bad?” 

“Well, fighting off millions of enemies to get back to you will do that.” He said with a chuckle and wince. 

“Let’s keep it to one enemy at a time.”

“I got you something.” He told you, rubbing a circle into the back of your hand. 

“You didn’t need to.” 

He shrugged, wincing again. “It reminded me of you, I had to buy it. When I can stand without help, I’ll give it to you.” 

You glanced at the closed door and leaned forward, planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

Vash was silent for only a moment before he opened his mouth to say something, interrupted by the healer entering the room. 

“He’s not supposed to have visitors,” she told you, “even if they are royalty. I’m sorry.” 

You nodded and stood up. “Of course, I’ll come back when he’s ready.” 

The healer smiled as you bid her farewell and once you were outside of the clinic, you let the tears fall. He had come back to you. Just like he’d promised.

***

Vash is young when he sees you for the first time. You’re young too, but the weight on your shoulders is too heavy. Second in line for the throne but you are already weighed down by a crown you won’t wear. 

The knight captain brings him towards your parents and your father nods in approval. You hide behind your mother’s skirts. 

The king beckons you forward and you obey, curtsying when you see him. Vash bows, because that was what he was taught. 

“This is Vash,” the knight captain introduces him, “we’ve already begun training him to be a knight.” 

The king and queen scan him up and down, like he is a horse up for auction. “Perhaps he’d fare better as a bodyguard for our youngest child.” 

You look him in the eyes for the first time, and Vash has decided that it wouldn’t be so bad to protect you. 

It's something he thinks even now, as he fought to stay alive during his mission, as he saw the necklace that reminded him of you, as he read the words you wrote back to him.  

He thinks of the two kisses you had given him, yearning for more, like they were a drug. Like you were a drug. Maybe you were, maybe that would explain how he’d loved you for so long. 

It was selfish, perhaps, to keep you so close to him. To take your hand in his so often, to hold you with the intimacy of a lover. You were so beloved to him, it was impossible to think he’d be the same to you. 

The box was heavy in his hands as he stood outside of the door to your chambers, now allowed to leave the clinic since he’d healed. He knocked once, quietly, since it was late. 

You opened it, your face painted with the soft glow of candlelight. “Vash, I didn’t know you were better, I would’ve come to visit.” 

“May I come in?” 

“You never need to ask.” 

The two of you stood in your room, the door closed and the curtains drawn, no one around to see. 

“This is what I got you.” He handed you the box, his gaze averted. 

“Vash….this is gorgeous.” 

“I said it reminded me of you, didn’t I?” 

He knew the necklace, a simple pearl on a gold chain, wasn’t as extravagant as the other things you owned, but it was still beautiful. 

You handed him the necklace and turned around. “Help me put it on?” 

Carefully, like he was handling a china doll, he clasped the jewellery around your neck, the pearl sitting in the hollow of your throat. His fingers brushed your neck. He wondered what it would be like to press a kiss against the nape of it. 

“How’s it look?” 

“You look….I mean, it looks beautiful.” 

You bit your lip, and without thinking, he reached up and brushed your lip with his thumb. The skin was soft. 

“Vash….” 

“Can I kiss you?” 

“Anytime you want.” You sounded breathless. Stunned. 

He pulled you into a kiss, a proper kiss, and it took his breath away. You were warm against him. The fabric of your night clothes bunching up where his hands sat, the bare skin against his hands scorching. More, more, more, his mind supplied, but he’d never take more than you offered him. 

Without realising it, he’d ended up sitting on a chair, your body above his, kissing him as deep as you possibly could, as close as you could, like you could never be close enough, his hand edging underneath your shirt. It was like he couldn’t get enough of you no matter how close the two of you got. 

You pulled away, eyes heavy lidded and lips swollen. “I love you.”

The words left him breathless, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “What?” 

“I love you, I am in love with you.”

He placed his head on your chest, pulling you closer, ignoring how his cock jumped at the movement. “I love you too. So, so much.” 

You raised his head and kissed him again, And again. The two of you spent what seemed like hours kissing. It was all he’d ever wanted.

***

You and Vash had three days of peace before disaster struck. An attack on an allied kingdom had signified an oncoming war and even though it had only been about a month since Vash’s last mission, you could tell he was going to be sent out again, and soon. 

This thought haunted you. This war could kill him and although you know he’d be happy to die protecting this country, and by extension you, you couldn’t allow that to happen. You wouldn’t. 

You cornered Vash in a secluded area of the library, the shelves hiding you from prying eyes. He grinned and leaned in for a kiss, but you stopped him, biting your lip. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” 

“You’re going to be sent out on a mission again. What if something happens to you?” 

He pressed his forehead to yours. “Nothing’s going to happen to me.” 

“You don’t know that.”

“I do know that. A million armies, remember?”

You were silent for a few moments before you spoke again. “I want to run away. From the kingdom, from everything. With you.” 

Vash’s eyes widened in shock, and he was speechless for what seemed like years. “I….can’t do that.” 

“And why not?” 

“I just can’t, you don’t understand.” 

“Then help me understand.”

When he was silent, you scoffed and stormed off, not caring about how petulant you may have seemed. You can hear his footsteps behind you, but you don’t slow down, not even as you make it upstairs to your room. 

You slam the door to your chambers, only for them to open back up shortly after, the footsteps of your knight stopping behind you.

“I can’t run away with you,” Vash tells you, his voice desperate and tear filled, “if we leave here, you could die and you’re too important. I am not important enough for you to abandon everything for.” 

You whirl on him and shove him so hard, he nearly stumbles into the door. “Damn you, Vash, you’re important to me! Can’t you see that? Or are you blinded by your own sense of duty, of obligation, that you can’t see that I would sacrifice anything to keep you safe? To keep you here? With me?” 

His gaze was averted from yours, hidden by his blonde hair. “I can’t take you away from this life. You have to understand-“ 

“I’m tired of hearing that word. Understand. Understand that I must leave to fight in a foolish war. Understand that you must live your life constantly under guard. Understand that we can’t be together even though we want it over everything else in the world. As long as I remain here we can’t be together, we will always kiss in secluded corners or empty rooms. My running away is about more than you, it’s about being free, being free from the family that doesn’t care about me, being free from the weight that’s on my shoulders, but I want to do that with you. You’re my family now, you always have been.” 

Once again, he said nothing, and you sighed heavily. “Just leave.” 

He opened the door, but before he left, he stopped in the doorway. “I leave a week from now. Early in the morning.” 

The door shut and you heard him walk away.

***

You didn’t see him off, that was all Vash could think about as he rode on horseback through the woods towards the border of the kingdom. He figured you wouldn’t, not after that argument. It’s the longest you’d been without talking to him. 

He did wonder, however brief, what it would be like to run away with you. Would the two of you live in a cottage in a faraway forest, or would you live in a bustling town with fake names and disguises? But he couldn't, no matter how tempted he was. You were the whole world to him, he would kneel to you and fight for you, even if it meant never being together the way he had dreamed about, he wasn’t worth your devotion. Wasn’t worth running away from all you had known. 

He thinks of the letter he left in the hands of Meryl. “In case I don’t come back,” he’d told her, but now he was unsure if that was the right choice. He should’ve given it to you himself, but he was afraid that if he’d seen you, he would’ve abandoned everything he knew and taken you in his arms and ran away with you, wherever you had wanted. 

The loyalty he felt to you was unwavering, but he couldn’t put it above the loyalty he had to the crown. Then again, the crown may have taken him in after his brother disappeared, but it was you that had gotten him to open up, gotten him to smile and laugh. He was a fool to tell you he wouldn’t run away with you, because now that is all he wanted to do. But it was too late. 

“It’ll be okay Vash,” Milly said, coming up next to him on her horse, “I’m sure they just overslept. Meryl said they hadn’t been sleeping lately.” 

“Maybe, Milly. I’m sure they’ll be okay.” 

“You can always write a letter when we get there.” Wolfwood chimed in.

Vash was going to write you a letter everyday, even if you didn’t want them. He would pour his heart and soul and dedication into all of them. He loved you and even if he died in this stupid war, he was going to make sure you knew that.

***

When the first letter from Vash comes, you crumple it and throw it away, only to dig it out of the trash and cry immediately after. Vash was a bastard and you wanted to hate him with every fibre of your being, but you couldn’t. 

You didn’t write back. Even after letter after letter came and didn’t stop. It felt a little foolish, giving him this silent treatment, but the heartbreak you felt wasn’t foolish, it was real and it still hurt, even if it was coming up on a year since Vash had left. 

When the 365th letter had come, you finally wrote back. You missed him more than you were angry at him, and it was slowly killing you to watch the pile of letters grow, unopened but weathered. 

A letter doesn’t get sent back.

You’re not angry, you figured this might be a possibility. He has a right to be just as angry as you were, and you would not deny him that. You would never deny him anything. 

When months pass by with no letter from Vash, you begin to fear the worst. The best case scenario is that he’s alive and angry with you, but the worst ones always have him dead on a battlefield, covered in blood. It scares you the most, losing him like that, where his last thoughts of you are of you being angry at him. You were such a fool, being so selfish when he has only ever thought of what’s best for you, even when he told you he wouldn’t go with you, it was for you.

There’s a knock on your chamber door and you tell whoever it is to come in, not turning from your spot by the window. 

“If I’d have known I would get this warm reception, I would’ve come back home sooner.” The familiar voice dripping with sarcasm.

You whirled around in your chair with a gasp, tears welling up in your eyes. It was Vash. 

You stood up from your seat and pulled him into a hug, burying your sobs into his neck. “I thought you were dead, or worse.” 

“Not dead, but not entirely back in one piece like you’d prefer.” 

It was then you noticed that he was missing an arm and you gasped. “Oh Vash….” 

“Don’t cry, sweetheart. I’m alive, aren’t I?” 

“I’m so sorry…” 

He shook his head. “I’m not. Like I told you. A million armies to come home to you.” 

“They won’t let you be my guard anymore. I can’t let them take you away from me again. I just got you back. I won’t let them.”

He put his hand on your face. “Weren’t you the one that wanted to run away? Well, then let’s run away.”

“Are you sure?” 

Vash sat on your bed, pulling you down next to him. “When I was out there, I did a lot of thinking, especially when I was in the makeshift clinic. You are where I’m safest, my home. And I realised that I want to marry you, I want to be with you, and we can’t do that here.” 

You hugged him, knocking him onto the bed with the force of it and he laughed. ��So, you’re not angry with me anymore?” 

You wiped the tears from your eyes. “When you didn’t reply to my letter, I feared the worst and I couldn’t bear the thought of your last memory of me being anger.” 

“Well, I did think I was going to die, but my last thought of you was about how happy you make me, how I finally got to hold you in my arms after so many years of wishing I could.”

“You’re the most important person in the world to me. So, let’s do it. Let’s run, right now.” 

“In the middle of the day? We’d get caught, especially you, you’re the second in line and you stick out like a peacock in the middle of a flock of pigeons.” 

“Tonight then?” 

His hand gripped yours. “Tonight. I can borrow clothes from Meryl or Wolfwood if I have to, you could even wear some of mine. I’ll leave them by your door later.”

“You sound pleased at the notion of me in your clothes.” 

“Of course. I think you’d look lovely in them.”

You rolled your eyes, but frowned. “I have to say goodbye to Meryl before we leave, she’s been a good friend to me lately, I can’t bear to leave her without a proper farewell.” 

“She won’t turn us in?” 

You thought of Meryl’s own relationship with her knight, Milly, and shook your head. “No, I think she’ll be happy for us.” 

Vash nodded. “Alright then, I’ll see you tonight, in the gardens. 

“By our chess table.” 

He rushed out the door and when the door slammed shut, you picked up the most boring bag you owned and began to pack.

***

The night was clear and crisp, Vash could see his breath appear in little clouds before him. He was glad the two of you were running on a night as pretty as this. 

You showed up a few moments later, the pants Meryl’s but the shirt was his, a cloak wrapped around you. 

“Did you see Meryl?” He asked, taking your hand in his. 

“Yes, she said she wouldn’t tell anyone she saw us and wished us luck. She also gave me this to give to you.” You pulled out the letter he had given the woman in case he hadn’t made it back to you. He let go of your hand to shove it in his pocket. 

“Now, we can’t go out the front gate, but we can’t climb the wall. What do we do?” 

You grinned, pulling him along with you until you stopped in front of an old iron wrought gate. “It’s basically abandoned, no one comes back here anymore. I found it when I was little.” 

“Does it still open?” 

Nodding, you let go of his hand and pulled the handle. The gate opened with a loud creak and you quickly ushered him through so you could close it. 

And then you were free, almost. 

He breathed a sigh of relief. “All we have to do is make it to the edge of the kingdom. It’s a few days of a walk, but Wolfwood will be waiting with a horse. The rest is up to us.” 

You pulled him into a kiss, your nose cold as it accidentally bumped his own. “I’m thinking somewhere with lots of people, but not in town.” 

He put his arm around you and pulled you in close. “So, a little cottage just outside of town?” 

“With a dog and a cat. And our horse, of course.” 

He snickered. “You rhymed.” 

You rolled your eyes, giving him another quick kiss before pulling away. “We’re not out of the woods yet.” 

“Then let’s go.” 

***

It took a week to get to the edge of the kingdom, where Wolfwood was waiting. 

He handed the reins to Vash and then bowed to you. “Highness.” 

You shook your head and wrinkled your nose. “No, not anymore. And no bowing, either.” 

The knight grinned. “That an order?” 

You rolled your eyes and got on the horse, Vash following. 

“I’ll write to you when we’re safe.” Vash told him, a grin on his face. 

“You’d better, or I’ll come kick your ass.” 

“You won’t even know where we are.” 

Wolfwood rolled his eyes. “Then I’ll knock on every door until I find yours.”

As you and Vash rode off into the forest, no longer within your kingdom’s territory, you turned and watched as Wolfwood disappeared into the distance, and with it, the only life you had ever known.

Your hands tightened around Vash as you buried your face into his back to stop the oncoming tears. 

“Are you okay?” His voice was soft and kind, full of concern.

You sniffed, embarrassed. “I know it was my choice to leave, but it hurts. I thought it’d be easier, that's all.”

“If you want to cry, I promise to pretend not to hear.” 

You let out a laugh that was thick with tears. “I love you.” 

“I love you too, we’ll get through this together, okay?” 

You nodded. “Together.” 

You stared out into the forest ahead of you, the trees so much like the ones back home but so different at the same time, holding promises of a new future where you wouldn’t feel ignored, where you were more than royalty. Where Vash remained at your side even when you didn’t have any jewels or a crown.

***

You and Vash decide to stay just outside a bustling town that’s right by the sea, in a cottage that you buy for almost nothing. And it is far, far away from home, where no one will ever find you. 

Vash laments not being able to carry you inside, but you silence him with a kiss, insisting that it doesn’t matter, now that you’re with him and that everything is perfect. 

Vash peeks at your empty left ring finger and thinks that there’s one more thing that would make a perfect start to your brand new life. So, early one morning, before you wake up, he heads into the already energetic town to shop for a ring. 

The owner greets him happily, using the fake name he had given the first day the two of you had arrived and offers his assistance. 

“Well, I need an engagement ring. Something to give someone that gave me everything even when I had nothing to offer.” 

“Pretty hefty guidelines there, but I’ve got a few for you, being a seaside town and all, a lot of our rings have pearls, is that alright?” 

He grinned. “That’s perfect.” 

Vash spends a little longer in town, picking up groceries and something else for you, just because he sees it and thinks of you. 

When he gets back home, you’re at the stove, cooking. He goes up behind you and presses kisses on your neck, making you laugh. 

“Went shopping, did you?” You ask, turning your head to plant a kiss on his lips. 

“I got you something. Close your eyes.” 

“I can’t, I’ll burn the eggs.” 

“It’ll be one second.” 

You roll your eyes but comply and Vash presses the gift in your hand, the ring tucked safely in his pocket for later.

You gasp when you  gaze at the gift. A small music box in pale blue. “Oh Vash….it’s gorgeous.” 

“I saw one like it in your room back….well, I know it won’t replace the one you left behind, but I had to try.”

“I love it, I love you.” You kissed him again and again and again. Until the smell of burning made the both of you jump back in surprise, causing you to dump the pan in the sink, dousing it with water while he turned off the stove. 

“I knew I should’ve listened to Meryl when she talked about cooking.” You told him with a sigh. 

He put his arm around your waist and pulled you in close. “It was my fault that time, so don’t feel bad sweetheart.” 

You kissed his nose. “Well, I hope you’re not hungry.” 

The ring was burning a hole in his pocket, but he decided to wait until tonight, for the perfect moment.

***

The dining room is lit only by candlelight as you come back into the house from putting the horse away for the night and the smell of dinner wafting from inside, making your stomach growl. 

“You did all of this while I was out?” You asked, toeing your shoes off by the door and heading deeper into the house. 

“It was simple, but I wanted to do something for you.” 

You sighed and shook your head. “You do enough, Vash.” 

He kissed your cheek. “It’ll never be enough. You’re the love of my life, and I’m going to spend my entire life trying to show you that.” 

“Vash, I’m the one who should be thanking you. You’ve already given me everything.” 

He shook his head. “I’m trying to propose to you, but it’s not going like I wanted it to.” 

Vash reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box, inside was a ring, dainty in size, but gorgeous all the same.

A thin gold band and a cluster of tiny diamonds surrounding a pearl. 

“This is gorgeous…. I don’t know what to say.” 

He laughed nervously. “I’m hoping you’ll say yes.” 

You kissed him deeply and he slid the ring onto your finger. It was almost hard to believe you would get something like this in life, that you and Vash weren’t doomed. 

“So,” he said between kisses, “is this a yes?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Yes. And I know just the way to celebrate.”

You took him by the hand and led him into your bedroom. 

***

The ring on your finger glinted in the morning sun as Vash woke up with a stretch, your bare skin covered by the less than luxurious sheets, but you had a content smile on your face as you slept. 

He thought back to all those months ago, when you were royalty and he was your knight, when the both of you thought that’s all your relationship would ever be, kisses in corners and hands held under the chess table. Now you’re both here, where no one knows who you are and where the two of you can be together until you’re old and grey and he can’t get out of bed without throwing his back out. The thought makes him laugh, and you stir awake. 

You grin sleepily at him. “Morning.” 

He grins back. “Morning.” 

“Are you watching me sleep?” 

“Your snoring woke me up, actually.” 

You roll your eyes and smack him playfully. “Bully.” 

He pulls you into his chest and kisses the top of your head. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Vash always thought that when he looked at you, he saw his future. And he was right.

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[boltupbitches]

Being a kecle and dating nick bosa and having both brother give her the silent treatment or they blow up on her till. nick goes and talks to them like after each time he's played them so he wouldn't even talk to Jason til the championship game

Welcome to the Family - Nick Bosa x kelce!sister

(sibling cold shoulder stuff; SFW)

His girlfriend didn't make the trip to Philadelphia to see him play against Eagles. She was back at their home in Santa Clara, nursing a bad cold and holing herself up in guest bedroom away from Nick to prevent him catching her cold during the playoffs.

Nick thought it was ridiculous. She was very sick at first, causing him to consider not even playing in the Dallas game until she chewed him out for it. He was worried about her and the cold she caught, but couldn't seem to shake off.

He was moments away from contacting Mrs. Kelce when his girlfriend finally let up and allowed him to come in the room if he promised to keep a distance and didn't try to kiss her.

Now, she was feeling much better and he was relieved about that, but he was still worried about her. Thankfully one of his teammate's girlfriends, who didn't make the trip either for personal reasons, stopped in to check on her.

He was now in the middle of chatting to his mom and brother before it was time to head out of the hotel when he heard a woman's voice call his name.

He turned around to see the warm, smiling face of Donna Kelce staring back at him.

He was surprised at the sight of her before smiling and accepting the hug she offered him. "Hi, Mrs. Kelce! Great to see you."

She chuckled and chided him, "Now Nick, we spoke about this the last time you saw me. You can call me Donna."

Nick turned and looked to his mother and brother who were watching on curiously. "Mrs. Kelce - Donna, this is my mother, Cheryl Bosa, and my older brother, Joey. Guys this is Donna Kelce. Angie's mom."

Both parties greeted each other warmly, Nick's mom complimenting the split jersey Mrs Kelce was wearing in support of both of her son's playing today.

"I spoke with Angie on the phone a bit ago. I had no idea she was sick!"

Nick nodded and sighed, "Yeah she's been stubborn about it all. She kept herself locked in the guest bedroom the last two weeks, but finally let up about it this past week and let me in to take care of her. She thinks she picked it up at work since it's going around."

Mrs. Kelce nodded, knowing just how stubborn her youngest child was. "Yes, that's definitely something she has in common with Travis. Well - Jason too. They're all stubborn brats at times." She joked.

Nick nodded, saying nothing to the last part, but agreeing whole-heartedly.

His relationship with the Kelce brothers was odd. Her parents were friendly and greeted him with open arms. Her brothers did not.

Travis was the first to finally accept and come to terms that his sister was dating a fellow NFL player, and approached Nick after the 49ers loss earlier in the season to the Chiefs.

Travis had approached him and shook his hand after the game, saying, "Tell Angie I'm stopping by tonight before we fly out tomorrow."

Nick nodded and they parted ways.

That night, Travis sulked a bit at the couple's kitchen table as his sister chewed him out for being an asshole the last couple of months. Nick said nothing and stayed out of it.

Neither man was surprised when she then got to serving dinner and asked to say grace together. That was just Angie's way.

Things were good after that. Sure, they weren't best friends, but an understanding and respect formed between the two of them with Travis even occasionally reaching out to congratulate him on his team's win.

It was just Jason.

Who was still being, "a stubborn asshole whose ass I will kick," according to Angie.

Nick had yet to meet the older brother personally, but knew the man didn't care for him.

Mrs. Kelce gave him another hug again, telling him good luck and saying goodbye to his family as she made her way out of the hotel.

His mom complimented her decision to stop by and greet him.

He appreciated it too.

-----

Nick was deeply upset and hurt as he limped his way off the field. It was crushing to lose so badly like this.

It was if the well oiled machine of the 49ers just came apart in the span of minutes the second Brock went out and Johnson came on.

Everyone there or watching knew it too.

They injury on his ankle was just the icing on the fucking cake.

Just as he was getting ready to leave the field and find refuge in the locker room, wanting so bad to just go back to his girlfriend, he was interrupted by a hand clapping his left shoulder.

He looked up in irritation, both at being interrupted from his gloom and at himself for not realizing someone was likely calling his name just moments ago.

He was surprised to see the serious face of Jason Kelce staring back.

Both were quiet for a moment before Jason held his hand out to him, "Good game, man. I'm sorry it didn't turn out in your favorite tonight. You guys have been killing it all season."

Nick cleared his throat and accepted the handshake. "Thanks. Yeah.. I guess that's just football." He said awkwardly, not knowing what else to say to his girlfriend's oldest brother.

He had overheard the phone argument that day she had with Jason, and had heard the stuff Jason said about him.

He was pissed for the longest time over that, but soon realized that it wasn't really about him at the end of the day personally, but just a man trying to look out for his baby sister.

Still, this was awkward.

"Look," Jason stared away for a minute before looking back at him, trying to ignore the loud cheering of the stadium around them. This wasn't the best place to hold a conversation, but he clearly wanted to do it now and Nick, while exhausted, knew it was pretty important too. "I've been an asshole. I'm sorry for the shit I said to Angie about you and your character. I'm sorry I upset her and made her cry too. She's my baby sister and I am always prepared to step in when necessary. I know that's not much of a consolidation in all of this, but I am sorry for causing any strain on your guys relationship. It wasn't right."

Nick just stared at him for a moment or two, processing what he was saying, before responding back, "I get it dude. I really do. Things have been tough and if I had a younger sister, I couldn't imagine how protective I'd be too of her. Just know she means a lot to me and I'd never go out of my way to cause her hurt."

Jason nodded and reached his hand out once more, "I'm glad we could talk a bit. I don't want to hold you up any longer as I see cameras coming this way. I'll reach out to Angie tonight. I know she's going to have a shit ton of stuff to say to me when I do, but I'm ready for it. We'll need to link up at some point."

"For sure." Nick said.

They shook hands again and parted ways.

Nick was still in his head as he made it off the field and to the guest locker room, muting out the noise around him as he thought about what just happened.

He knew the cameras were recording for a distance as both of them spoke, and he knew Angie was likely watching from home and saw it too.

He was sure his phone was blowing up with texts from her.

After he finished showering and changed, he took a seat in front of his locker as he watched his teammates solemnly pack up and change quickly to get the hell out of that stadium.

He had a few minutes before he had to go talk with the media.

He opened his messages and immediately saw Angie's at the top.

Angelina 🤪 I'm so sorry baby. :(

What did Jason say to you? I will fly out there and kick his fucking ass! Let me make sure I pack my inhaler tho

That was over an hour ago and Nick for a split second was worried that she would be crazy enough to fly out here just to rip her brother a new one.

He quickly texted her back.

Nicholas 🐻 Thank you, babe. And he actually was apologizing. He said he'd be calling you later to see about getting together to clear the air.

You feeling any better?

Her response was immediate

Angelina 🤪 I am feeling a bit better than earlier. I'm glad to know it wasn't him being an asshole. Cause he knows I will come out there if I have too.

Nick quietly chuckled a bit to himself at that, knowing how true it was.

Just then his name was called to go out and speak to the press. He sighed and slipped his phone into his pocket as he got up.

While his season was now over as well as his team's chance at the Super Bowl, he'd take the personal win of making amends with his girlfriend's older brother.

Now, if only Angie doesn't kill him when he tells her his plans of not attending the Super Bowl..

#nick bosa fanfic #nick bosa imagine #nick bosa imagines #nick bosa one shot

[looby1302]

Part six of guilty conscience.

I hope you all enjoy, Thank you for all the love.

Smut warning 🚨🚨

As the morning came around. Jackie awoke happy and excited for the day. she showered, got dressed, and entered the kitchen in search of some breakfast. Cole was already sat on the kitchen island with Danny chatting about sports and tucking into some pancakes with maple syrup. it looked delicious. before Jackie could announce herself, her stomach made a loud grumble.

“ are you hungry New York?” Cole said With a throaty giggle. Danny smiled, lifting up the plate of pancakes, waiting for Jackie to help herself. She took two pancakes. placed them on a plate and started to tuck in. “ I Spoke to uncle Richard, he wont be back until tomorrow now, something about a deal going south… so what’s the plan today guys?“ Jackie said after finishing her pancakes. “ well, I’ve got school which I am loving by the way!”. Danny said enthusiastically.

Coles eyes met with Jackies “ I guess I’m exploring New York”. He said waiting for a response. “ unfortunately, I have my internship, but maybe I could meet up with you after and I can show you all the beauty spots”. She said smiling. “ I would love that, don’t think you’re going to convert me to a city boy though” Cole said. “ yeah well I guess we will see”.

As everybody left the apartment. Danny went to school and was meeting up with his newfound friends afterwards. Jackie went to her internship, and Cole wondered around the city waiting for her to finish. Later on that day, Jackie text Cole that she was finished and she would meet him outside a café that her and her family loved to visit for their famous croissants. Of course he had to google map it.

“ Hey, Colorado having fun in my city?”. She said Walking up to him. “ it’s just so busy, I kind of miss the quiet”. He said opening the cafe door for her. “ I wouldn’t call your house quiet“. She said sarcastically. they both chuckled. they ordered the famous croissants. drank coffee and talked,. She spoke about her family, key moments that she remembered. He spoke about football. the games and the glory.

Jackie took Cole, to her favourite spots in the city. They walked past her old house. she showed him all the places that she loved and missed so much. He took everything in. just happy that she is now comfortable enough to share these personal details with him. It was getting late The Streets became dark, and all the street lamps started to turn on.

They got back to Richard’s apartment. Both glowing with happiness. they sit on the couch finally discussing what to do. “ I don’t wanna hurt Alex, but I don’t think I can stay away from you”. She said, peering into those beautiful, green eyes. “ We don’t have to tell Alex straight away, I think time will heal it. What if we keep it on the down low, because there is no way I can stay away from you too. You have no idea how much I want you”. Cole said.

“ yeah I think it’s best if we just keep it quiet for now. Are you sure you can do that?, I don’t really think subtlety is your strong point”. She said placing her hand on top of his. “ I guess we will see, I can’t believe that I have to go on a plane again tomorrow, my mom would kill me if she knew where I was right now”.

“ I know, I wish you didn’t have to leave. But I mean it’s just for a few weeks. then I’ll be back”. Jackie said. “ I know I wish I could stay, a few weeks may as well be a lifetime”. Cole Leaned In pressing his lips against hers. she kissed him back. Cole started to deepen the kiss. she retaliated. Hands Started to Roam over each other. His hands curved Around the bottom of her back. her hands combing through his hair roughly.

Jackie pulled back abruptly “ Cole I want you”. She whispered. his face dropped, this was the last thing he was expecting. he didn’t know about her previous experience, but he had a hunch that she was inexperienced in that department. He looked dead into her eyes “ are you sure? I don’t wanna rush you. Don’t feel like you have to”. He said softly. “ I’m sure, I know I don’t have to, I want to, unless you don’t”. She said almost pulling back. “ no I do, of course I do, I just don’t want you to regret it“. He said closing the gap, double checking with her.

Cole lifted Jackie up as her legs straddled his Waist. Still kissing, only stopping to breathe. he headed for her bedroom. As the bedroom door opened he placed her gently on the bed. Hovering over her. kissing her lips, her neck and making his way down. A groan escaped from her lips. She sat up. Eyes locked on his. slowly pulling off her bright blue sweater and white button up T-shirt only leaving her in a purple lacy bra.

He gulped in response, unable to speak. Shellshocked. she was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen. before he could even realise that he had zoned out completely. her hands were at the bottom of his T-shirt. Pulling it upwards, he obliges. All their clothes End up In a pile next to the bed. just leaving them in their underwear. Cole doesn’t want to hurt her. so he reassures her with his kisses and touches. He even slips in a few little compliments. “ are you sure?“. Jackie nods in response.

Sorry to cut it off here! But I’ve Gotta keep you coming back for more…. Please let me know if you enjoy this chapter and want more! There is a hell of alot more to come! ❤️ xx

#cole walter #cole and jackie #jackie howard #my life with the walter boys #cole x jackie #mlwtwb #noah lalonde #soundcloud

[imightgetbetter]

i love dilfs

a bit less slutty than i initially envisioned but trust there will be more of that coming. this combines a bit of the tour requests and dad!matty that all you mentally ill daughters and children were asking for earlier. came up with the name with my friend after a play on literary classics, which felt just pretentious enough for this storyline. as always (and as you do) like and reblog and comment and all the things. love you loads, see you tomorrow!

“I don’t know who this is, but they’re small and quite cute and they seem to have the same cowboy boots as me,” Matty says teasingly, his phone held tightly in his hand as he records a story to be posted to the approximately one million followers on social media. His laugh sounds harmonic against yours as you turn around, your daughter escaping from your hold on her hand as she nearly head-butts her father’s thighs. “You are quite small to be wearing cowboy boots like that.” His thumb releases the button before anyone could get a real image of her face, more so of you standing there with a bright smile on your features, and he couldn’t complain. Hurriedly, Matty saves the video, smiling brightly as your daughter leans against his thighs and tilts her chin up to look at him.

“I’m big, Daddy. I’m quite like, super big. I’m nearly six.”

“Not sure who you are,” Matty teases, leaning down and scooping her into his arms, twisting her upside and tickling her belly until her laugh is the only thing you can hear around you. He’s said time and time again, that her laugh is his favorite sound in the world, because it reminds him of yours. “Tell me who you are!”

“It’s Attie!” she giggles, her tiny hands desperately trying to grapple at his much larger ones, the laughter echoing between the three of you enough to make your heart feel like it’s going to break your ribs apart. Matty is oblivious to you taking quiet pictures and videos of the two of them, pictures that you’re sure he’s going to want when he’s away. “Daddy, it’s me! It’s Attie James!”

“Oh! Oh! Okay.” Matty turning Attie around and bringing her to his hip, kissing her cheek sweetly and brushing a stray curl away from her forehead. “You okay, darling?” Attie lays her head on his shoulder, hugging him tightly. Her tiny hands clutch his shoulders, her eyes closing as you restart your walk towards the entrance to the venue, where you’ll be able to ready yourself for the evening and rest a bit before the show begins in a few hours. You’ve only just gotten to America, with Attie having to finish school and work meetings, Matty reluctantly had to leave for tour without you two a few weeks early. He’s been waiting for you to join him every minute since he left. “Tired, hm? Long flight?”

Attie rubs her eyes and shakes her head, “Mummy let me have a lolly on the plane, and I had a really big seat all to myself.”

“Did you sit in your seat, Attie?” you chime in, walking slightly ahead of the two to get your luggage towards the entrance. Matty immediately reached for Attie, which left you in charge of the suitcase, not that you minded all that much. Matty called nearly four times a day to check in with Attie, and an additional two or three to check in with you. He missed you two more than you ever thought someone could miss another person. He always said that it felt like missing his lungs, like an integral part of him was gone. Maybe, somehow, you believed that.

“I think you snuck into Mummy’s seat and cuddled with her,” Matty teases, kissing her forehead repeatedly, breathing in the scent of her strawberry shampoo. He’s not even been away for that much time, but everything feels different now that she’s older. He doesn’t ever want to be apart from her. “I don’t blame you; Mummy gives the best cuddles.” Matty holds her tighter as they walk through hallways, security nodding to them every so often and the excitement bubbling inside of you as you take in the infamous venue that you’d been to so many times before. Matty nods towards his dressing room, excusing himself past security and walking with you, breathing out a sigh of relief at the sight of your suitcase and your daughter on his hip and you in the room. “Can I put you down for a minute to hug Mummy? I missed you like crazy, but I also missed Mummy, darling.”

Attie yawns, “Okay, Daddy.”

“Hi, baby,” you say, a smile spread across your lips as you meet him in the middle of the room. Matty sets Attie on the floor gently, taking two strides towards you and wrapping his arms around your waist, tucking his face into your neck, and breathing you in, your arms immediately wrapping around his shoulders and squeezing tightly. Having him in your arms, it makes you realize how much you’ve missed him, how deeply you’ve missed having his presence around the house and in your room and in the car. Having him here, it reminds you how you’ve missed the different voices singing during bath time and the character voices at bedtime. All the things you take for granted when he’s home, when he’s physically present, it makes you appreciate it a million times more when he’s here, with you. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Missed you,” he whispers against your neck, kissing you gently across your skin until his mouth reaches yours, a hot breath fanning over your lips as he says, “I’ve been dreaming about this. About you.”

“I’d hope you are,” you tease, tilting your face ever so slightly to connect your lips, kissing him deeply. Kissing him now, it’s hard to believe that at one point in time you were barely eighteen trying to hide your feelings for him, drunkenly kissing him here and there at parties. Many things have changed since then, many wonderful things. Kissing him once more, you turn your head slightly, looking to your daughter who has taken up residence on the vanity chair and is playing with the collection of styling tools and gels on the counter. “Attie, do you want to get ready?”

Attie nods excitedly, “Yeah! Daddy, Mummy brought me a pretty shirt just like yours!”

Matty looks at you curiously and then turns to your daughter, “Have to see what you’re wearing so I can match you, love. Think I should wear my cowboy boots on stage, too?”

Attie taps her finger against her chin, thinking carefully. “Maybe, I don’t know. Have to see.”

Matty laughs and kisses her head, walking around the room and beginning to get himself ready as you get your daughter dressed in her white button down and a tiny pair of trousers. Looking at her, you can see Matty in every inch, from the hair to the eyes to the smile, and it makes you grin, thinking about what another child might look like. You’ve thought about it before. Matty’s brought it up. Having another was never really a far-fetched idea.

“Daddy,” Attie calls, waiting until she has Matty’s full attention before continuing with her question, “are you going to sing Mummy’s song, tonight?”

“Always, baby,” Matty says, walking towards her and leaning onto his knees to adjust her collar, kissing her nose sweetly before standing upright. “Mummy won’t sleep with me if I don’t.” He laughs loudly when you smack his arm, shaking your head and walking towards your suitcase to find the shirt you packed specifically for the evening.

“Daddy, you and Mummy sleep in the same bed. That’s silly.”

“Right, right,” Matty chuckles, trying to hide the smirk on his face as you shrug off your clothes and begin getting dressed in the trousers and tee shirt you held tightly in your hands. Matty’s heart races at the sight of you, his mouth going dry taking you in. He always thinks you’re beautiful. He’s thought you were the most beautiful woman from the moment he laid eyes on you. How you look tonight, though, he isn’t quite sure how he’s going to make it without getting his hands on you. “You look absolutely incredible, darling. I like the shirt.”

His intense stare makes you smile, tilting your head down to meet his eyes as they stare at your chest openly, the words, I <3 DILFS, written in bold lettering. “Felt fitting considering what I’m about to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” he says, only waiting a beat before everything makes sense, and the question is lost in the air and Matty’s arms are circling around your waist and lifting you into the air, a laugh leaving his lips with excitement and joy, and you can feel the smile on his face as he hides his face in your neck, the wetness on your skin a sure sign of his genuine happiness. He pulls away only slightly, lowering his voice so only you can hear him, “You sure?”

His eyes are wide and filled with excitement, and you genuinely believe he’s about to burst at the seams, “Very sure.” Matty grabs your face in his hands and kisses you deeply, unable to stop smiling long enough to keep your kiss connected. “I haven’t told anyone, and you can’t tell anyone. It’s between you and me for now.”

“And Attie!” your daughter chimes in from the corner, completely oblivious to the news being shared between you two and the way you can feel your heart growing with excitement and love.

“And Attie, yeah,” Matty says breathlessly, his hands running over his face in disbelief. “You, and Attie, and me.”

#matty healy #matty healy fic #the 1975 #the 1975 fic #the title is literally a gag #i'm sleepy and couldn't think of something else #love it if we made it series

[cwritesforfun]

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Fem!Reader: Dating Mav’s Daughter

Pete/Maverick is your Dad. He’s dating Penny. You’re a WSO because as your dad says “you have a more brainy brain than aviators.” You’ve been friends with Bob since flight training. You started dating him 1 year ago after a dangerous mission you had together and you love him. Y/N = Your Name

Y/N’s POV

I’ve been at Top Gun for 2 weeks. We’ve been practicing drills a lot today. My dad has me switch with different aviators all day, which stresses me out. I have to think like each of them thinks and anticipate how I can best help them. Everyone says they like having me fly with them, but I don't know if they’re lying or not. I’m drained from the day and want to sleep, but we’re going to the Hard Deck as a team to drink since we have tomorrow morning off.

I see my dad waving me over and I run over to him. My dad exclaims “Hey. Are you okay?” I answer “I’m just tired.” He replies “As your dad, I love you and want you to relax. As your captain, I think the team would like to have you there. I can tell that everyone is comfortable around you and I know sometimes it may seem like I push you a lot. I think you have a brilliant mind and a very friendly personality that helps in the air.” I reply “I know you mean well and you’re pushing me to succeed. I don’t think it’s too much. I can handle it.” He asks “Of course, you can, kid. You’re my daughter for Pete’s sake. Ah, see what I did there?” I laugh and he asks “So as your dad, are you and Bob dating?” I smile and answer “Yes. We’ve been dating for one year. We try to keep our relationship private because we don’t want anyone to treat us differently. How did you know?” He answers “He’s not great at hiding his feelings for you. I can also see how he gravitates toward you in a room of people and I can see him visibly relax near you. He also seems more open to sharing and talking near you. I think it’s great how you two bounce off each other’s ideas and uplift each other.” I reply “That’s really nice to hear, Dad.”  He says “Bring him over to me and Penny tonight. I want to meet him as your boyfriend.” I reply “Okay. But be nice, Dad.” He smiles and says “I always am, kid.” We hug and I leave.

After changing into more relaxed clothes for the bar, Phoenix and I head out in her car. The boys took their cars earlier. Phoenix asks “So are you and Bob ever going to do PDA at work?” I answer “No, Phoenix, we’ve talked about this. Bob and I want to keep our relationship private at work because we don’t want everyone in the Air Force world to know. Friends know and anyone who sees us out together would know, but we don’t want our love life to interfere with work.” She replies “Ugh you’re too sensible. I love you, Y/N. I told Bob to ramble today and he talked about how much he loves you. It was the sappiest and sweetest ramble that I’ve ever heard while I’ve been flying.” I reply “I did not have the same experience with Hangman.” She asks “Oh no, what did you talk about with him?” I answer “He asked about Bob’s favorite sex poses? I did not respond to that because it was unprofessional. I switched the topic to how Hangman has a lack of sex life. That really angered him and we’ve flown the best we’ve flown together today.”  She starts cracking up and cannot stop laughing until we arrive.

I notice the boys with several opened beers and a pool game going when we get there.

I walk over to Bob who smiles when he sees me. I stand between his legs and hug him. I say “My dad wants to meet you.” He replies “But I know your dad. Why does he need to meet me again?” I answer “He wants to meet you as my boyfriend.” He asks “How did he know?” I answer “He said that he sees your feelings for me on your face and how you find me in a room.” He replies “Oh, okay...” I poke him on the shoulder and ask “What’s up? What’s bothering you?” He answers “I’m sorry if I’m too obvious about my feelings. I try to hide them, but your face just lights up the room every time. I need cheering up sometimes. I know we keep our relationship private at work, but I like being around you. You’re my girlfriend, but you were my best friend first.” I smile and kiss him on the cheek. I then say “You’re so cute when you ramble about your love for me. I love you, baby. You are always welcome to be near me. I love being around you too and you make me the happiest human.” He smiles and we kiss.

Bob sighs and exclaims “Okay, let’s get this over with. Let’s go say hi to your dad.” I laugh and take his hand.

We walk over to my dad and Penny who are sitting at the end of the bar. I say “Hi Dad. Hi Penny.” They turn to face us and smile. My dad hugs me and so does Penny. I introduce Bob as Robert and my dad introduces himself as Pete. We talk about having a double date one day when we are all free. My dad asks Bob about his intentions with me and I laugh at his reaction. He just took a sip of water and just spewed it all over the seat next to my dad. Bob says “Uh sorry about that… I just …. Wow I did spit everywhere … Whew that was weird…” I notice his eyes grow panicky wide and I slide my hand over his. He tends to ramble and panic when he gets nervous. He’s so cute. I squeeze his hand as he inhales and exhales calmly. Bob continues “My intentions with Y/N… she is my world. We started as friends and we were best friends. I still remember that we only stopped being friends for one week because I insulted her to try to get in with the cool crowd. It was the worst thing I’ve done and I regret nothing more.” I reply “Babe, that’s not helping your case with my dad right now. You’ve beaten yourself up about that a lot, it’s okay. I love you and know you don’t think of me as an object to be won like those other idiots.” My dad asks “So, they were talking about women as objects?” Bob says “Yes sir. I told them the next day that I don't agree with them and why they should praise women. I went on this long rant about why we should support women and about women’s history in the Air Force. I know a lot about history, which can bore some. Those guys never wanted to talk to me again, but it’s okay because they were kicked off the mission for sexual harassment a few days after that. I’m not one for wishing karma on others, but I believe they got what was coming to them.” My dad says “I think you did what was right and that they deserved that as well. No one should ever treat women like that.” Bob replies “No they shouldn’t. I stand up for women now if I hear someone insult them... all that to say, I love Y/N and I want her to be happy. I think she’s a brilliant, impressive, beautiful, kind, loving, amazing girl. She lights up the room with her smile and personality. I heard you saw how I move to be with Y/N in a room and I have to tell you that I feel safe with her. She makes me feel safe, loved, trusted, and heard when I’m near her. She’s also my best friend and someone I can always rely on. I would love nothing more than a bright happy future with your daughter, sir.” Penny says “You are the sweetest boy. If I wasn’t twice your age and taken by Y/N, I would swoop you up.” My dad gasps and says “You didn't include me.” Penny sasses back “You haven't even asked me out properly.”

Oh snap!!! I do not want to be in this conversation right now.

I gently push Bob away back to our friends and we make it back to them.

Bob sits down and I sit next to him. I lean my head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around me. I yawn and ask “How was your day today? I’m very tired.” He replies “I am stressed with the mission. Being on a plane with Phoenix is fun though because she thinks through her decisions more than my last partner on a mission. Why did your dad hold you back today?” I answer “He knows that I’m exhausted. He said that he’s pushing me because he knows I can succeed with the challenges thrown at me. He said that is why I switch aviators all the time. But, it stresses me out so much. I want to work well with everyone and I want to succeed as a WSO, so there’s not much I can change.” He replies “Babe, it’s stressing you. You should tell your dad to ease it up on you. Is there anything else stressing you out? I’m here for you, Y/N.” I reply “I don’t want to fail. As Maverick’s daughter, I have to succeed.“ He kisses me on the forehead and says “I love you and you’re an amazing WSO. I think you might be better than me. You’re not going to fail anyone least of all your dad. You were chosen to be at Top Gun because you are one of the best. You just have to believe it.” I reply “I may have been chosen for Top Gun, but this mission is dangerous. I want to make it back and I want to have a future with you.” He kisses me on the forehead again and says “We’ll be safe, Y/N. I know you and you’ll survive. I will too. We’ll have a future together. Speaking of, so you like me?” I laugh and he says “I’m kidding, babe. I love you and I can imagine the bright future we have. Do you think your dad likes me?” I answer “Of course. He has to.” He replies “I also wanted him to know that I respect women. If we have any sons, they will too.” I ask “Sons? Bob, are you pregnant?” He laughs and answers “No I’m not. I just love you and want a future with you.” I reply “Let’s finish this conversation after this death-defying mission we have coming up.” He smiles and we kiss.

THANKS FOR READING!!! I appreciate you. Comment with any requests or ideas:) ILY!!! 

#top gun movie #top gun maverick #Top Gun fic #top gun imagine #top gun imagines #top gun bob #bob floyd #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #robert floyd x reader #bob floyd x female reader #bob floyd x y/n #maverick daughter

[cr1mson5returns]

Yet another idea I've been tossing around...

Cassie isn't really happy about the whole arrangement she has with Tim when he finally shows his face in Gotham City again. It boiled down to "I know I was an absolute ass to you last time we talked, but I desperately need you to trust me on this one and just let me run wild for a little bit, okay?"

She was not okay with that. But she had to be okay with it in the end, just to avoid losing one of her closest friends. She had been worried about Tim for a while, but the worry levels exploded exponentially after she learned about the Anti-Life Equation. There had been a disturbing lack of Tim during the Crisis, after all, and nobody had really been able to explain it away until then. She knew enough about the whole thing to know that he'd been made to do awful things, things he probably still remembered. And honestly, Cassie starts to wonder if maybe some part of that stuck around in his mind a little longer than it should've, if maybe he's acting the way he is because he was influenced a little too much by the Equation.

After the team effort that goes into besting Ra's al Ghul, Cassie does check in on Tim. Makes sure he's okay and planning to heed Alfred's request of no patrol for a week (under threat of house arrest), and asks Tim to text her sometime. She doesn't want to be overbearing - not sure how he'd react, given their last couple of conversations and everything he's gone through so far - but she wants him to know she cares.

It becomes irritatingly apparent that Cassie can't just let Tim be the director of how often they check in with each other. She gets one or two texts in six weeks, and both are sort of vague assurances that he's still alive and will probably be alive tomorrow. But it's sitting wrong with her. She pulls the best friend card and bullies Dick into giving her Tim's new home address before she flies to Gotham.

In this weird little interim period when Tim isn't feeling welcome or wanted at the manor, but doesn't quite have as much money in his own personal bank account as he needs for anything else, he's renting a spot in one of the historic neighborhoods of the city. It's an older building, and Cassie can tell that there's been no effort to fortify this place on Tim's end from how easily the window slides open. Still, she climbs through and finds him sprawled on his back on the bed. He lifts his head to give her a look - puzzled? Mostly annoyed. Cassie doesn't care. She sets a fresh-made smoothie down on the bedside table. "Here, it's black cherry."

And with that, Cassie sits down on the edge of the bed somewhere in the space between Tim's right arm and leg. She doesn't say anything when he expends a little more effort than usual pulling himself up into a seated position. What she does say is: "I didn't forget what you told me, you know. About the Crisis and the Equation."

Tim takes a drink of his smoothie. "I think you should," he tells her.

Cassie rolls her eyes, gulps down a mouthful of strawberry banana. "I disagree. You can't just drop that shit on me and expect me not to wonder if you're okay."

She doesn't turn around but she knows Tim shrugs at that. "It doesn't matter. I've been through worse."

"Have you?"

Tim doesn't say anything to that. "You're about to make me go to therapy."

Cassie snorts. "No. I'm about to make you spend time doing things you actually like for once."

"I like being Red Robin."

"Can I please just have one conversation with you where you're not lying to my face? And besides, you know damn well I'm not talking about that. When was the last time you had a camera in your hands? Went to the skate park? Fuck, when was the last time you did anything that wasn't hero work?"

She does turn, then, to see Tim just looking down at his lap. He's straining not to squeeze the smoothie in his hands, she can tell. "Long time ago," he admits.

Cassie just nods. She figured as much. "Well....it's not too late to start again."

#tim drake #red robin #cassie sandsmark #wonder girl

[igot-sarang-ggg]

Hey hey! Requesting a one shot of Yoshikage Kira x a fem reader who is a reporter in morioh trying to find a scoop about the large number of missing person cases?

Thank you for your request! I hope you like it.

Reporting From Morioh (Yoshikage Kira x Reader)

Masterlist

Small Summary: You're a well known reporter in Morioh taking a case on the rise of missing people

Small mentions: SPOILERS, f!reader, murder, hand fetish... (It's Yoshikage Kira what do you expect lol), Yandere, mention of stalking, a bit of strong language

"Hello, Morioh my name is Y/n, reporting to you live from the recent site disappearance. Last reported that a man and woman that live here in this apartment complex have not been seen in over a week. We've spoken to the landlord and other neighbors none of them knows where about it. But, one neighbor reported having seen another man enter the apartment before running off and not being seen again. Authorities have stated that a curfew has been placed until further notice." I looked at the camera, "Thank you Y/n for your scope in this serious matter. Be safe on your way back home..." The camera guy did a single letting me know it was over, and the red light over the camera turned off. "Good job Y/n. You wanna go for drinks today with us?" They packed away the equipment. "No thanks, maybe next time. I'll see you guys tomorrow." We said our goodbyes, they drove off.

I looked at the apartment building, this is the twentieth case of someone going missing since I became a reporter. How can someone just disappear without leaving a trace behind? Murders normally go back to the place where they've killed their victim, I'll just have to stay near the area and hopefully find something useful that's worth a case or will get more views. I waited until Ten PM and found nothing. I headed home for the night and went to sleep.

It was now morning, I don't work today which gives me time to look at the killer's next location and interview some people as well. I prepared my breakfast, and afterward I took a look at the map of Morioh. The last disappearance took place at those apartment complexes which means that whoever is causing this disappearance has moved to that area now. Taking a look at the map his next target is most of within that area or possibly where that Cafe is. I have to go to Cafe De Maigot to get a better look and maybe ask some questions while I'm there. I took out the sketch I drew of the description that was given to me by the neighbor that saw that man the other night. I looked at the drawing carefully capturing the features best I could. He looked like the type of man who could blend into the background and no one would suspect him.

I made my way to the cafe but kept feeling like someone was watching me, I push the feeling aside and continued walking, "Have you seen Yoshikage Kira?" I overheard two women talking. "I hope he's okay. I haven't seen him in a while... Not since his hand was missing." A missing hand? How did he lose it? "That image still haunts me." I need to talk to them, "Excuse me ladies can I have a word with you?"

"Oh, you're that reporter Y/n. What can we help with?"

"I wanted to know if any of know you may know about the disappearance that is taking place in Morioh or if someone you know has gone missing?" I took out a small recording device I have disguised as my pen. "Well, we do have a friend that we haven't seen in a while. Last we saw him he was in terrible condition and even had a missing hand. We haven't seen him since."

"Do you think you could describe his appearance and his name, please? I'd like to find him and ask him a few questions." The girls gave me information about his address, and what he wears, and even mentioned that today was also his day from work. "Thank you, ladies. I'll see you around." I waved goodbye and walked to the address they gave me but there were what seemed to be police and officers at his home. I guess the police might have been tipped off.

"Excuse me..." I called to one of the officers, "I'm a reporter, I just had a question. Does Yoshikage Kira live here?" I showed him the sketch, "He did. We haven't been able to find him. You should quit while you're ahead. He's a dangerous man." I gave the officer thanks and walked home.

Is Yoshikage Kira that dangerous? From what those ladies told the he was a man that didn't try hard to stick out, even as to turn down an invention from them to get lunch together. It does seem like he tends to fade in the background... Could he be...

I bumped into a man knocking over some of his papers, "I'm so sorry sir." I was so lost in thought I wasn't looking where I was going. I bent down picking up his papers, "It's quite alright..." He got down and started picking them up, "Hey aren't you that Y/n the new reporter lady?" I gave him the papers I picked up. "Yes, I am. Just taking a walk around town." He stood up placing the papers away. He took out his hand, I placed mine in his and he helped me up. "Well, you shouldn't be out here by yourself. A lot of people have been disappearing in this town." I removed my hand from his. "I know. Just needed to get some air is all."

"Would it be okay if I walk you home?" I looked at him, studying his features, He does slightly resemble the description that the neighbor had given me... but his hair doesn't quite match it or the height they mentioned. "If that's okay. I know we just meant and it's a bit weird for a strange to offer such a service... But we have to protect each other to avoid any more losses." He is right, "Sure but just up to the Morioh train station."

We began walking together, "I never got your name." I looked at the man briefly, "It's Kosaku Kawajiri. It's a pleasure to meet you Y/n. I'm a huge fan of your reports. It's an honor getting to meet you in person."

"Thank you watch our channel." I smiled slightly... something was off about this man.

"Twenty missing people..."

"I'm sorry..." What did he say? "A total of twenty people have gone missing since you became a reporter. A useless child, a hairdresser, some douchebag, and his girlfriend are the most recent cases... Am I wrong?" He looked at me, my heart began to race. He was the one that killed those people, it wasn't that they ran away from home, he must have killed them all. "Judging by your reaction, I'd amuse I was right." We continued walking; since there were people around I couldn't make a scene since I wasn't sure how others would react or what he would do. "What do you want?" He got closer to me. "Make a turn to your left in that alleyway over there." I did as he said and we entered the alley. "So... Are you gonna kill me like the other... Kosaku Kawajiri?"

"Not quite... I've grown quite fond of you and your hands." He turned to face me. "My hands?" I looked at them and then at him. He grabbed my hands placing them close to his face and kissing them, "Yes, they're like nothing I've ever seen. So soft, so beautiful, I've always seen your hands on TV and thought about how much I'd want them for my own."

I pulled my hands away, "You're sick. Let me leave and I won't tell anyone about this okay." He loosened his tie, "I can't let you go since you know the true nature and identity of I Yoshikage Kira..." So he's Yoshikage Kira, "I'll let you live but only if you drop the case report you're working on." I started feeling like there was something heavy curling by my should, I could see tire tracks on my cloth. "What did you do!?" I tried removing the coat I was wearing to get the thing off my arm but it wasn't budging. "That's Sheer Heart Attack that's on your shoulder it's a type of bomb that I've created with the help of my stand Killer queen."What is talking about, "I'll make the bomb explode in a matter of ten seconds if you do not agree to drop that report you've done on me? If you don't then you'll explode and I'll take your beautiful hands with me."

"I- I'll -I'll drop the case! Just please let me live! I'll do anything you want please!" The heaviness went away, "Exceinlt chose My dear Y/n. Now you said you'd do anything. Take me to your house. I want to see the report file you've collected."

We took the train and made it to my house, "So you're not married judging by the furniture and state of your home." My house was a bit messy I had articles and other things on the table and the couch, "I'll be getting rid of all of these things." In a blink of an eye, the papers had turned into dust. "My, sweet Y/n," He took my hands again and kissed them, "How I waited for the chance to meet you in person. A woman such as yourself deserves the best anyone has to offer." He placed a ring on my finger. "Never take this off... The killer queen touched the ring and placed a bomb. If you remove it or have anyone touch it you will die and so will the person that touched it."

He let go of my hands pushing me against the wall, "You're mine Y/n. You belong to Yoshikage Kira."

After a few days after my encounter with Yoshikage Kira it was reported that a man had died via an ambulance crushing his scole. It was later revealed to be Yoshikage Kira himself that dies in that way.

"Excuse me?" I talked up to a group of high school students, "I'm a reporter for the Morioh new channel and would like to ask you a few questions about Yoshikage Kira. I heard one of them had a close encounter with him."

"Sure we'll answer some questions." The pompadour said, "Wait Josuke you can't just give random people information about him Mr. Jotaro said we needed to stay quiet about it. Sorry miss but we can't talk about that." The shortest one spoke.

"I understand... I just had an encounter with him myself before he died. He placed a ring on my fingers and told me that Killer queen has made it into a bomb, I haven't taken the ring off since then. Is there any chance you can help me? Or know someone who can?"

"We need proof of your encounter before we can help." I took out my recording pen, "My apologies, I recorded my encounter with him on my pen... Is that enough proof?" They all looked at each other, "Come with us we'll find someone who can help you." Josuke spoke. "Thank you boys so much."

They took me to a man name Jotaro and we all listened to the recording. "Y/n, remove the ring, Josuke you knew what to do."

"Wait what!?" Are they going to kill me for being a witness? "We're not gonna kill you, I have a stand that can heal you before you explode. I know it doesn't make sense now but it will later."

I nodded and removed the ring, it felt like I exploded but nothing happened, "There it's done." I thanked them all, "Is it okay if we take those recordings you've got? I need to send them to the speed wagon foundation." Asked Jotaro. "Yeah, sure I copy at home here." I handed him the pen. I thanked them all and headed home...

I think this is the last time I take on a reporting case on missing people in Morioh

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Starting Over {Three}

Collab with @theladyofdeath.

Summary: Elide Lochan thought she had met the love of her life only to find out that he was not the man she thought he was. After her world starts falling down around her, she makes a move back to her childhood home in hopes of starting over. Although it’s the last thing she expected, she meets a man the exact opposite of her ex. With his help and that of her best friend, Aelin, she learns how to stand on her own two feet and take control of her life.

Starting Over Masterlist

Elide was on her way to Rowan’s gym for her interview when the panic settled in, but only because she was running late. Not by the world’s standards. Oh no, Elide went by the motto that to arrive early was to be on time, and to be on time was to be late. She had hoped to arrive with ten minutes to spare, but she was cutting it close as she rounded the corner of First Street and Havilliard Ave. 

She had applied to a few jobs in the past two weeks since her arrival, but none of them had excited her as much as this one. When Rowan claimed that his gym was looking for a personal trainer, Elide had been hesitant at first, but after seeing her other options, she decided that this one came closest to her passion. She had graduated with her degree in sports medicine a couple of years before and had yet to do anything with it. She wasn’t sure what her end career goal was, not yet, but this would be a start. 

She hoped and prayed to the gods that she got the job, although she was feeling pretty good about it. She had worked on her resume, with Aelin’s help, and went through possible interview questions over and over again the night before.

Her resume.

With a curse, Elide reached over to her passenger seat and threw her bag on the ground. For a second, she thought she had left it sitting on the counter and would have been pissed to have to turn around. The breath she had been holding left her body, though, as she flipped open the red folder and saw her resume inside.

As she looked back up at the road, another curse - much more foul - flew out of her mouth as she slammed on her breaks. 

One second too late.

Her car slid to a halt but not before her bumper collided with the car in front of her’s. 

A car, which had blue lights on top and the familiar black and blue paint of Orynth PD.

Elide cursed, a word so filthy that Aelin would have been proud of her, and let her forehead fall against her steering wheel.

She heard the door of the vehicle in front of her open and close, thankful he didn’t bother to turn on the lights or siren. This would be mortifying as it was. Steeling herself, Elide took a deep breath and opened her own door.

The man inspecting the rear bumper of his car was tall, really tall. Most people were tall to Elide, considering she was a mere five foot one, but he towered over the other people passing on the sidewalk.

As she approached, Elide said, “I am so, so sorry,” but froze as she was taking a step.

He was…so handsome.

Not in the traditional sort, with the long hair tied in a knot at the back of his head or the scar slashing through his left eyebrow, but he was…rugged in a way that Elide had never found particularly attractive.

Until this exact moment.

She swallowed and remembered how to speak. “I’m so sorry, I should have been paying closer attention.”

He looked from her to his bumper then back at her again. “You dented my bumper.”

Elide blinked, hesitated. “I can pay to have it fixed.” 

The rugged, handsome cop looked over Elide’s shoulder at her car before meeting her gaze, once again. “Can you?”

Elide’s cheeks heated. Sure, she didn’t have the nicest car in town, but it got her from point A to point B. She opened her mouth to tell him what’s what when he chuckled.

“Are you alright?” he asked. The question was so genuinely asked that Elide hesitated, once more. “Neck sore? Back?”

Elide shook her head.

“Might be tomorrow,” he said, simply, and walked closer to the front of her car. “Looks like you’re off easy. A little scratch is all.” 

Elide blinked, unsure of how to react. “I’m sorry, should I give you my insurance information?”

The side of the cop's mouth ticked up and she got the feeling he was suppressing a grin. “Would you like to give me your insurance information?”

Elide did not. She didn’t tell him that, though.

“Let’s start with you telling me why you weren’t paying attention to the road,” he said, crossing his arms over his broad chest as he leaned against the back of his patrol car.

“I’m on my way to a job interview,” Elide said, the words tumbling out of her. “I thought I forgot my resume at home. I was checking I had it.”

“Hitting a cop on the way to a job interview doesn’t bode well for that, does it?” He asked and Elide genuinely wasn’t sure if he was messing with her or not.

“No?”

He laughed and asked, “Where’s your interview?”

“Relentless Gym.” She was starting to worry she might be late, and added, “At ten o’clock.”

He glanced down at his watch and said, “You better hurry then. Only a few minutes to spare.”

He turned, heading back to his car and if Elide was smarter, she would have let it go, would have let him get back in his car and get in hers and hope to the gods she wasn’t late for her interview.

But she’d never considered herself very smart.

“Am I…not in trouble?”

He had reached his door and opened it, leaning an arm on the roof. Again, he threw her question back to her. “Would you like to be in trouble?”

“No, I—” She released a deep breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “I just don’t understand why you aren’t at least writing me a ticket. I…hit you.”

He shut the door and came back to stand in front of her. “You seem like you’re having a rough morning and I don’t see a reason to add to that.” He gave her a slight smile and added, “On top of that, my shift ends in about three minutes and writing you a ticket for a fender bender would give me way more paperwork than I feel like doing. Plus, it’s not actually my car. It’s the department’s. If you hit my car, I’m sure I’d be much more upset.”

She stared at the man, unsure of what to think. She was grateful, sure, absolutely, but usually her luck didn’t quite play out like this.

Ever.

He lifted a dark, humored brow. “You’re going to be late.”

Elide stilled. “What?”

He chuckled. “For your interview.”

“Oh!” Elide gasped, reaching out to shake the cop’s hand. He looked at her hand for a second before shaking it, and she was sure he thought it was weird because as it was happening, Elide also thought it was weird. But, it was either a weird handshake or throwing her arms around a stranger for a hug and she just wasn’t up for that amount of awkwardness today. “Thank you. Really.”

He nodded, muttering, “You’re welcome,” and that was it before he got in his car and drove away. 

Elide fell behind the wheel of her own care, careful to look every direction before putting her car back into drive.

She arrived at the gym right on time.

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Elide had never expected to get hired on the spot, but Sellene, the gym’s owner, had asked her to start the very next day. She wouldn’t have any of her own clients yet, but she would work one on one with the one of the trainers that’d been there for years.

She was back the next morning, thankfully not having crashed into any attractive police officers on the way. Sellene introduced her to each of the staff one by one and showed her the facility.

As they topped the stairs to the administrative offices, Elide halted. “Rowan?”

He turned from where he’d been looking through some paperwork and smiled, walking over to them. “Surprise?”

She laughed and shook her head. “When Aelin said your gym, I just thought she meant you worked out here.”

“Well, I do work out here, but my family owns it,” he replied, nodding to the woman beside her. “Sellene is my cousin.”

“And Rowan is my best trainer,” Sellene smiled, coming up behind them. She looked at Elide as she winked and added, “For now.”

Elide laughed quietly as she looked at Rowan. “I hope there was no bias in the decision to hire me.”

“You’re more than qualified,” Rowan promised.

“Ro will train you this week, show you the ropes. You’ll shadow him, just see how we do things. Next week you can start building a clientele of your own,” Sellene explained. “How does that sound?”

“Sounds good to me,” Elide said, clapping her hands together. “Starting now?”

“I’m ready if you’re ready,” Rowan said, and they parted their ways with Sellene.

Rowan was a good teacher. It wasn’t because the position was difficult, but Elide liked watching how he interacted with his clients. He was always respectful, always patient, always listening to what they needed. Elide hadn't had anything against Rowan thus far, had been grateful to stay with him and Aelin, but watching the love and care he put into his job only made her respect him more. 

It made the week pass by quickly.

By the time Friday came, Rowan kept joking that Elide was going to steal all of his clients. 

Aelin had told her that morning that they were going out to celebrate the successful end of her first week.

At first, she’d frozen, her spoon halfway to her mouth. She’d done her best not to think of Roland the past few weeks. She’d had to change her number after he’d started calling and texting her about a week after she left. She hadn’t heard from him since, but no matter the silence, she didn’t believe he’d let her go that easily.

On top of that, a night out had been the cause of this whole situation. It shouldn’t have been her first thought, but it was. Had she just gone out with Roland that night, none of that would have happened—

But it would have, she reminded herself. It didn’t matter what the catalyst was. Something at some point would have made him snap. Elide wouldn’t have been able to avoid his hidden wrath forever.

She was just thankful she’d been able to get out.

And she wasn’t going to let him steal the joy she’d started to find in Orynth.

“Aedion can’t wait to see you,” Aelin went on, her back to Elide as she made her coffee, “and his fiancée, Lysandra? You’re going to love her. And Rowan’s best friend, Lorcan, is coming. He’s always cranky, so don’t let him intimidate you. He isn’t nearly as scary as he thinks he is.”

Elide finished her bite of cereal before asking, “But he is kind of scary?”

“He’s massive, like unnecessarily tall,” Aelin explained, sitting across from her. “And he’s a bit of an asshole. But he’s been Rowan’s best friend since elementary school, so I’m stuck with him.”

Elide chuckled. Whoever this guy was, he couldn’t be horrible to be Rowan’s lifelong best friend. Rowan was a good man and a good judge of character. Even if Aelin did think she would find the man intimidating.

There must’ve been hesitation showing because Aelin’s shoulders relaxed, her demeanor softening. “If you don’t want to go, you don’t have to. If you’re not ready, I understand.”

It was kind of Aelin to say so, but it was also kind of her to create a night that she would be celebrated. Besides, she had been thinking of starting to meet some of Aelin’s beloved friends and it had been years since she had seen her cousin. It would be nice to see Aedion and catch up.

So there she was, clocking out on Friday at six. She grabbed her bag and went into the staff bathroom to change from her workout gear to her jeans and tee that she deemed sufficient for a night out. She didn’t have much in the way of clothes, yet. Only what she had in the work out bag she’d had in the trunk of her car and what Aelin let her borrow.

Rowan had to stay another half hour to get some paperwork done but told her to go ahead, that Aelin was already on her way to the bar.

The bar was about ten minutes from the gym, right between it and the apartment. Charlie’s was their go-to, Aelin told her, thanks to Rowan and Lorcan’s long standing friendship with the owner. After pulling into a parking spot, she checked her phone, finding a text from Aelin that said she was inside and had a large, corner booth reserved in the back.

Flipping down the visor, Elide checked out her makeup one last time. She wasn’t one to usually wear more than some powder and a swipe or two of mascara, but she would be meeting people tonight, people she knew could become important to her.

Thankfully, the bulk of her injuries had healed completely. The only thing that still remained was a small cut on the side of her mouth, but even it was unlikely to be noticed in a dark bar. With a deep breath, Elide opened her door and headed into the bar.

It was a Friday night so the place was bustling with people, even though it was smaller in size. Aelin was exactly where she said she would be, though, waving at Elide from a corner booth. She already had a pitcher on the table and a tray of shots.

She wasn’t alone, either. Aedion was there with his fiancé, Lysandra, and Elide couldn’t help but gawk at her beauty.

The second she sat down, Elide was asking Aedion and Lysandra a million questions about their upcoming wedding, hoping to keep the conversation on their lives and not so much Elide’s. It seemed to be working just fine until Lysandra went to the bar to order a cocktail.

“Ace tells me you’re working with Rowan at the gym,” Aedion began, filling his glass. “Personal trainer?”

Elide nodded. “And massage therapist. It comes with benefits so I’m pretty excited.”

Aedion opened his mouth to reply but, to Elide’s delight, Aelin interrupted and changed the subject. “There’s Ro now.” She waved at him across the room. 

Elide followed her line of sight and froze. Not at the sight of Rowan, of course, but because of the familiar man that stood next to him with his hands shoved into his pockets.

Elide wouldn’t forget that handsome, rugged face anywhere.

Or his size.

“That’s Lorcan?” Elide whispered. “Rowan’s friend?”

“In the flesh,” Aelin said, rolling her eyes. “Like I said, unnecessarily huge.”

Her use of unnecessarily made as little sense now as it had the morning of her interview yet somehow, Elide knew she was right. Just for an altogether different reason.

Her next question was truly what was unnecessary, since she already knew the answer, but she asked regardless. “He’s…not a cop, is he?”

Two sets of gold-ringed eyes turned to her. Aedion was the one who answered. “Yeah, he is.”

Elide reached for one of the shots on the table in front of her and tossed it back.

Gripping her wrist before she could grab another, Aelin asked, “Do you know him? Is everything okay?”

“I sort of crashed into him earlier this week,” Elide cringed, refusing to look over her shoulder to where the two men approached. “On the way to my interview.”

Aelin’s hysterical and sudden laughter was the reason Elide reached for a second shot to follow the first.

“Do I even want to know what’s so funny?”

Rowan asked, glancing between Aelin and Elide, with Aedion snickering on the other side of the booth.

Elide knew she should turn around, knew she should just get this over with, but it seemed she was rooted to her seat, watching Aelin recover herself.

It took a moment, but by the time Aelin was done laughing, Elide was certain her face was bright red.

“Elide, this is Lorcan. Lorcan, Elide.” Aelin’s smile only grew wider as she made the introductions. 

Elide didn’t have to turn around because Rowan had slid into the booth beside Aelin and Lorcan stepped forward.

And halted.

He stared at Elide for a moment before a light sparked in his eyes. He didn’t exactly smile, but his lips grew softer as he asked, “Run into anyone else this week? Or, was that honor mine alone?”

Elide groaned, wishing she had a wall to hide behind.

Or another tray of shots.

Out of all the men in Orynth, this was the guy who was best friends with Rowan. It seems that Fate did have a sense of humor.

Lysandra returned then and looked from an embarrassed Elide to Lorcan, still standing at the head of the table.

“You just got here and you’re already causing problems?” She asked, sliding into the booth beside Aedion, careful not to spill her drink. “Sounds right. Brute.”

“I’m not the one causing issues,” Lorcan said, and now he was smiling, just a little bit. “It just seems me and Elide here…go way back.”

“Way back being Monday,” Elide said, words muffled by her hands, which were now cradling her face. 

Chuckling, Lorcan grabbed an empty chair from a nearby table and sat it at the end where he stood. “Heard you got the job,” he said, gesturing to Rowan as he poured himself a beer. “Congratulations.”

She was in the middle of the curved booth, having ended up between Aedion and Aelin. That meant he was directly across from her. Her cheeks were still on fire and she was wishing she had on a cute top like Aelin and Lysandra did. Suddenly, her tee and jeans didn’t feel as great as they had when she was getting ready in the gym locker room.

“Thank you,” she finally answered. “I made it on time, too, in case you wondered.”

“Good to know.” That smile was still there, hiding behind his glass as he took a drink. “Didn’t speed, did you?”

She could tell he was teasing her, thanks to the tilt of his lips and the mischievous twinkle in his eye, but Rowan shoved his best friend’s arm.

“That’s enough, Officer Salvaterre,” he interjected before Elide could answer, chuckling. “You’re off duty.”

Throwing up his hands, Lorcan shrugged. “I was making sure she got there safely.”

There were many more jokes made at Elide’s expense, but as the night went on, she realized just how comfortable she felt with them. She barely even noticed Roland’s presence in the back of her mind, not bothering to spare him a second thought.

Or she tried.

She had been staring at Rowan’s half empty glass, watching a droplet of condensation roll down the side, when she felt a light touch to her arm. “Elide?”

Aelin and Lysandra stood at the end of the table, where Lorcan’s empty chair sat. She had a feeling that wasn’t the first time Aelin had said her name. Rowan and Aedion were a few feet back, on the edge of the small dance floor.

“We’re going to dance,” Lysandra offered, with a smile. “You want to join us?”

Elide used to love to dance, but she’d never been allowed to dance with anyone but Roland, not even her friends. “No, I’m… I’m okay.” She forced a smile she knew was almost believable. “The people watching here is amazing.”

Aelin outright laughed while Lysandra’s chuckle was more subdued and was accompanied by a shake of her head.

“If you change your mind, come find us,” Aelin smiled and Elide nodded.

The crowd swallowed them up and Elide reached for the fruity, pink drink Lysandra had ordered for her. It was sweet, but it was strong.

And she was on her third of the night.

“You run everyone off?”

Elide’s head snapped up as Lorcan returned, a glass of whiskey in hand.

“Apparently,” Elide said, trying to keep her voice light, laughing softly. “You don’t dance?”

Lorcan looked over his shoulder at those dancing in the middle of the floor. It was a small bar. There weren't a ton of people, but still quite the mob had gathered.

Instead of answering, Lorcan asked, “You don’t dance?”

“No,” Elide lied, deciding it was the easiest answer.

He nodded and gestured to the booth. “Mind if I sit?”

She didn’t own the seat. He didn’t have to ask, but Elide liked that he did. She nodded. “Of course.”

Lorcan slid in the booth, keeping himself a couple of feet away. 

There was a calm quiet between the two, despite the music playing around them. It wasn’t deafening, like the clubs in Perranth that Roland had taken her to. It was just…nice background noise.

Lorcan set his glass on the table and turned towards her. “Look, you know I’m a cop. I’m sure you also know that Ro has told me about your situation.” A chill ran down Elide’s spine, but she said nothing. He continued, “Not in full detail, but enough. I know you don’t know me, but if you need anything, I’m here. Both on duty and off.”

Elide watched him for a moment, trying to figure out if he was being genuine or not. He sounded genuine. Embarrassment flooded her, her cheeks burning, and she wasn’t sure why. She had done nothing wrong, It wasn’t her fault what had happened. Yet, she wasn’t sure how she felt about Rowan sharing her situation with anyone. She knew he didn’t mean any disrespect by it and, as his closest friend, she was sure he told Lorcan everything. Elide had kind of dropped into their lives out of nowhere. She was sure that Rowan had needed an outlet, someone to talk to about it all.

She did not blame him for sharing.

“Thank you,” she said, at last, and she meant it although she wasn’t sure that she deserved this stranger’s help.

His smile was gone now but there was a passion, an attentiveness in his eye that told Elide that the offer was real.

She didn’t know what it was, but something about Lorcan thrilled her, made her feel safe and protected. Like he really did mean that he wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

She couldn’t figure out why that scared the hell out of her at the same time.

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@warofthebeasts continued from here

For a moment, he regards the Turk, someone he had once considered his oldest friend. The man who had done much to mold him into the man he had become, who had offered him safe haven from nightmares, who had been one of few to see him as a person and not a weapon. He is grown now, yet this man always reduces him to the child he had never been allowed to be except in private moments far from the eyes of those who do nothing but hurt him, and now all he wants is to make himself small and to be protected for once.

"Everything I have lost is like iron around my neck, dragging me down into darkness," Sephiroth replies quietly, cold, distant, and wishing he could be warm again.

"When do I drown? Yesterday? Tomorrow? Next week? I've lost everything. My friends. My name. Everything that I ever was, everything that I ever could have been, I've lost it... I cannot even walk outside without someone wanting to kill me for the death of a town that was fine when I left!" He is a child again, lashing out at the unfairness of his life to one of the only handful of people who had ever bothered to listen to him.

"I know..."

His voice is quiet, even, patient, so like times in the past when his steady calm was needed amidst the raging storm.

How simple a statement and yet how much weighs upon those two simple words. How many things they could mean.

' I know what you are saying. '

' I know what you have faced. '

' I know it is not fair. '

' I know that you do not deserve it. '

Perhaps all of them, at once and all together.

But between and upon those two words also are balanced all of the words that Tseng will not say--and perhaps cannot say [ except within the quiet darkness at midnight in his their? room to the only person in whom he has ever fully confided, uncertain until she responds or does not if she was even awake to hear such confessions ] .

He had lost his home and his family. He had lost comrades and friends and so much besides. He had been forced to give up his beliefs, his values, his honor, and--to some extent--himself. How many lives had been affected and how many lost by actions for which he carried out or issued the orders? Begin and end with the Plate being dropped and that would be hundreds, perhaps thousands there alone.

He hesitates for a moment before he repurposes a concept in the hopes that it might offer some hope, some solace, as it had when it was said to him.

"Who you are, however... That is lost only if you allow it to be. The perception of who you are is what has changed. Who you are and who they think that you are... those are two different people, and that is through no fault of yours..."

There's the slightest pause before at last Tseng looks to him once more, his expression that same gravity and composure that ever it has presented to the world... yet something else besides. Perhaps a bit of warmth. An attempt to reassure, as best as he is able.

"All that you have, all that you can do... is to keep moving forward. To decide who you will be now: will you play the part they have written for you? or will you be true to yourself? If the latter, there may be some who accept it. There may be some who do not. You cannot control what they think. There is only what you know. And your actions. The rest you cannot carry. Set it down."

#warofthebeasts #v; tbd #// TT_TT #// I am now all in my feelings again. #// And we can both solidly blame me for starting this.