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norrizzandpia · 6 months

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It’s Your Birthday. Of Course, I’m Here. (LN4)

Summary: It’s Lando’s birthday and Y/n can’t make it. Or so he thinks.

Warnings: language, Lando missing her gravely

Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUSBAND? I’m so in love with this man this is a national holiday.

“Are you boarding the plane?” Oscar asked Y/n from his side of the phone, his body turned away in the corner of hospitality.

Y/n, the girl murmuring a thank you to the flight attendant scanning her ticket, nodded with a smile, “Yes, I am. How is he? Does he know I’m coming?”

Oscar giggled, “Oh, no way. He’s been moping around all week because he thinks you won’t be here for his birthday. He doesn’t even want to go out on the night of his birthday! We’re in Vegas!”

Y/n laughed along with him, her heart slightly breaking for her boyfriend and his pity party, “Oh, no! Poor Lando. Well, hopefully, he’ll want to go out when he sees me.”

A mechanic tapping Oscar’s shoulder caused him to retreat from the conversation, “Yeah, exactly. Listen, I have to go, but text me when you land.”

Noises of agreement sounded from her as she said goodbye and hung up the phone. Oscar, standing awkwardly in front of his coworker, tried to seem nonchalant.

Jake smiled at him, “They need you in the garage.”

When he was about to walk past him, Jake grabbed Oscar’s arm, “Were you just talking to Y/n?”

Oscar’s heart dropped, plummeting to his feet when the surprise they had been planning for weeks was jeopardized. He shook his head immediately, “No. Not at all.”

Jake nodded slowly, “So, she’s not coming down here to surprise Lando for his birthday after telling him she couldn’t make it to that or the Vegas Grand Prix?”

Oscar sent him a confused look, “No.”

Yes.

—

Stepping off the plane, Y/n felt her palms become slick with the sweat of her nerves. This part of the plan was the hardest, getting to where Lando was without being recognized. With her hood pulled up, sunglasses on, and a mask resting tightly over the bottom half of her face, she weaved her way through crowds of people. Some were wearing Formula 1 merchandise, a few papaya fans sticking out, which brought a small smile to her face in memory of the man she was on her way to see.

Flashes of his sad smile plagued her brain from when she had told him she wouldn’t be able to tag along with him to the Vegas GP like she usually did, missing his birthday in the midst. He had assured her it was okay after she explained that she had an important test for university she couldn’t miss, however Y/n could see it in the way his eyes glazed over that he was trying to hold back begging her to skip it. He was trying to be a good boyfriend, that much she could tell and that much she was grateful for, but after seeing how disappointed he became, his laugh not holding its usual luster, she went to the professor to beg herself. She had explained to him the situation, even “jokingly” offering him free F1 paddock tickets in exchange for letting her take the test at a later date. By some miracle, or more genuinely by her professor’s kindheartedness, he told her that, because her grade was so strong, he would allow her to take it the week after she came back from her weekend in Nevada. He had laughed, praised her devotion toward her boyfriend, and told her that he was a fan of Lando himself, rooting for his coming win every race. The man had been so accommodating, Y/n had almost cried in front of him in his office, but she settled for crying in the privacy of the bathroom down the hall.

After that, she called Oscar, the boy letting out a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t have to handle Lando without his girlfriend and agreeing to help her surprise him.

Then, like a sequence of events, things fell into place. The McLaren marketing team caught wind of their plan and forced them to allow them to videotape the entire event, mentioning how fans would obsess over new Y/n and Lando content.

So, she found herself sliding into the backseat of a private driver for McLaren workings, with their camera man, John, sitting beside her.

She had met him before, multiple times considering how much time he spent with Lando, so the atmosphere was already comfortable.

John turned on the camera, the red light flickering as he asked, “So, how are you feeling?”

She smiled, “Good, excited to see him.”

John chuckled, “And who is ‘him’? Explain to the fans what we are doing.”

Y/n nodded, picking at the fraying edges of Lando’s hoodie she was wearing, “I am surprising Lando for his birthday! I just got off the plane from Monaco, landed here in Las Vegas, and, now, we are on our way to drop my stuff off at the hotel and then get ready to go see him! Originally, I wasn’t supposed to come, obviously, because I had a test I needed to take for my class, but my teacher, being the sweetest person to grace this Earth, allowed me an extension.”

John hummed, “And how do you think he will react?”

She let her head fall back on the seat behind her, smiling to herself at her predictions, “I think he’ll probably freak out. He’s always one for drama, don’t think that will change this time around.”

The camera shook lightly with John’s laughter, the two giggling over the driver. They shook their heads and rambled on about past instances where he’d blown minor things out of proportion. Promptly, Y/n compared herself and the surprise in store as something minor, but John was quick to disagree.

“You are so far from minor to that boy.”

—

The Hiltons that McLaren always put their workers up at always amazed Y/n. Being a broke college student who had barely scraped enough money together to study abroad in Monaco, her jaw was always on the floor when she walked through the doors and was met with the crystal chandelier, the granite floors, and grand vases of beautiful, colorful tulips and roses. Nonetheless, she had gotten slightly used to it after being with Lando for two years. She would always remember the first time he brought her along to a race, her staying in his room with the gigantic balcony accompanied by a jacuzzi and pool. He had told her it wouldn’t be anything special, but was proved wrong when they were given keys to the penthouse. She had gawked and gasped, all things Lando laughed at, while wandering through the rooms.

That weekend was ingrained into her mind as the introduction to Lando’s world.

John, camera by his side, conversed with the concierge as he checked her into Lando’s room. They had to be incredibly sly. They knew once Y/n surprised him, Lando wouldn’t settle for anything but her sleeping in his room. So, they wanted to solve that problem earlier, having Y/n drop her bags off in his room before everything unraveled.

They just needed to make sure he wasn’t there.

They just needed to make sure they didn’t disturb anything in the room, hiding her bags in the closet and hoping for the best.

When the receptionist validated Y/n’s identity, she gave them a key to his room. It was silent in the elevator as they climbed the floors, only having it being cut when her phone buzzed.

She reached down and turned it over, seeing a text from Oscar.

Oscar

DONT COME UP YET! WE HAVENT LEFT HIS ROOM

“Shit!” She yelped, typing furiously over the keyboard in response.

John turned the camera on, not wanting a moment to go to waste, “What’s going on?”

She turned her head, looking at him in a panic, “They’re still in his room!”

Their faces dropped, hearts pounding, as the elevator doors dinged and began opening. Lando’s voice filtered through the doors, along with Oscar’s. The two men were bickering.

“Lando, you’re taking so fucking long! Move your ass!” Oscar said, annoyed and very clearly agitated.

Lando groaned, “I don’t want to go out! Leave me alone!”

John’s mouth was on the floor at the footage he was getting as Y/n and him slid into the penthouse, trying desperately to find a hiding place.

She picked up her suitcase, however heavy, and walked carefully down a separate hallway that seemed to lead to a closet.

The two were close to getting there, out of sight, when Lando’s footsteps sounded close to them, rapidly approaching their location.

“Did the elevator just open?! I heard it!”

Y/n held her breath as she and John ran like hell into the first room they could find, it being a guest bedroom. She locked the door, listening intently to whatever was unfolding on the other side.

Oscar seemed to be feet away from her, “No, mate, it fucking didn’t. Now, can we leave? We have your birthday dinner to go to!”

Lando scoffed, “Fine, but if there is an intruder in my room and they end up stealing all my stuff, you’re paying for it.”

Knowing it was Y/n and the cameraman, Oscar nodded along, “Sure, mate.”

The elevator dinged once more with the two of them ready for departure, Lando giving, “And, for the record, I don’t even know why we’re going to a dinner for my birthday. I told you my birthday won’t be the same without Y/n. I told you I didn’t want to celebrate it if she wasn’t here.”

Y/n could see Lando’s pouty demeanor in her head along with Oscar’s dismissive face as he retorted, “Uh huh.”

—-

Thankfully, the rest of it all had gone smoothly. Dropping her things off after they left, getting ready, and getting to the restaurant all went according to plan.

In the last moments in the car before Lando was made aware of the things going on behind his back, John brought out the camera, “How you doing?”

Y/n nodded slowly, “Kind of nervous?” She giggled, shaking her head, “I don’t know. I just hope he didn’t catch on or anything.”

John blew a raspberry, “No way he did. I mean, that hotel thing was a super close call, but he didn’t know. I’m sure he doesn’t know.”

His words reassured her and, as they turned the corner with the destination seconds away, she said one last thing to the camera, “Lando, if you ever end up watching this, I don’t know if you watch these, I just want you to know I love you so much and I’m so proud of you and I hope you know I will stop at nothing to spend your birthday with you. You’re a fool for thinking I wouldn’t be here. I know I can say all of these things when I see you because I’m about to, but I think this just has a different impact. Plus it lets everybody know you’re mine. By the way, next time, take a shorter amount of time to get ready please. Jesus Christ, you gave me a heart attack earlier today when I had to run around your hotel room and find a hiding place because you wouldn’t leave.”

At that, the valet opened her door and she stepped out. John kept the footage going, knowing they would arrive at the grand finale any moment, and followed her into the establishment.

She walked up to the hostesses, the two women smiling back at her, “Hi, I’m here for the Norris reservation. I’m a bit late, I know, but I’m surprising the birthday boy.”

The workers’ faces lit up in realization, “Oh, you’re the girlfriend? His friend, the Australian, sorry I forgot his name, told us you would be coming. Right this way, miss.”

The brunette turned around and began walking toward the back, toward a private room. She made light conversation along the way, mentioning that Lando had spent the majority of their waiting for the table rambling about how much he wanted to call Y/n.

She was blushing by the time they stopped outside of the door that led to where the party was, thanking the woman for directing them and moving to face John.

“Ready?” She asked, looking at the camera to make sure that red light was blinking.

He nodded, “Always.”

She took a deep breath and opened the door lightly. Lando’s back was to her, Max, Oscar, and his parents facing her. She could tell they were trying to hold in their excitement as Lando retold a story about her and him getting ice cream one night at 3 AM. Their smiles were just barely being withheld from their faces as she waved to them softly and John stationed himself at an angle where the camera could see Lando’s reaction when he turned around.

He continued on, blissfully unaware of the girl behind him, “And then she said this really funny joke! Oh, crap, I can’t remember what it was. It was some cheesy dad joke about ice cream and I remember laughing so hard I almost peed my pants. Shit, what was it?”

A silence mulled over as he tried to remember, Y/n noticing her perfect cue, “I said, ‘why are popsicles so snobby?’ And you said you didn’t know, so I said, “they have a stick up their butt’. I’m pretty sure you did pee your pants laughing.”

She saw the way Lando’s hands tightened around the glass of water he was holding. He froze, “Am I going insane or is Y/n standing behind me?”

Cisca, the woman smiling from ear to ear, “She’s behind you, love.”

The glass came clattering down as he shot up from his chair and turned around wide-eyed.

“Y/N!” He screamed, running over to her and forcefully crashing into her, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

She laughed loudly as he kissed her neck aggressively, a thousand times over again. She let her arms intertwine around his neck and her hands tangle in his hair, whispering, “Happy birthday, baby. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I love you so much. You deserve all this and more.”

He pulled away, eyes glossy as he stared down at her and held her to him, “I missed you so much.”

She smiled back, “It’s only been a week, Lan.”

He scoffed, “Yeah, and that’s way too fucking long.”

She nodded as he leaned down and captured her lips with his, his friends whooping behind him teasingly.

He pecked her lips innocently, saving what he really wanted to do for the later part of the night, and led her to the table.

John and Y/n took their rightful seats, teeth on display at the success of their plan. John, being the perfect cameraman, continued to catch moments shared between the couple throughout the rest of the night. Lando’s hand interlocked with hers on the table, his kiss to her over the gift she got him, the way his hands securely held her hips on the side of the road while they waited for their car, the way he hugged her and whispered in her ear how happy he was to have her there with him, and everything in between.

Sweet, gentle instances that showed everyone just how in love the two were. Lando’s soft eyes resting on hers when she came into view was something that every fan couldn’t let go of the week later when it was posted. Everyone fawned over the two like they were destined to be together, fated in the stars.

Because they were and they always would be.

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aeomianamoure · 28 days

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— txt as ur older emo bfs pt. 2 >:3 !!

warnings <3: !smut, ddlg themes, cursing, (again writing from my own experiences w my current partner/exes) (this is more of how txt n the reader began dating), size difference, mentions of smut (actual smut!), texting!

a/n <3: holy shit??? im almost at 300 likes for pt. 1 ??? i love u guys sm :: hope u guys enjoy !!!

!emo txt who all your friends would warn you about befriending especially dating, “oh no girl don’t even THINK about it you don’t want him he gives off school shooter vibes” your friends put the emphasis on the word think as you watch the elder boy sit alone during lunch while wearing over the ear black headphones

!emo txt who would stare at you while you sat with your friends during lunch looking away quickly the moment you flashed them any looks making you sigh sadly, ‘why doesn’t he just talk to me? am i really that weird?’ you’d think to yourself deciding you weren’t that hungry but you decide to get up and walk towards the boy, so what if he was off putting or a total loser like your friends said? that was your type anyway

!emo txt who would eventually invite you over their house for gaming and anime binge watching sessions after sitting with them at lunch, they were always puzzled at how someone as sweet as you could possibly wanna befriend someone like them but they wouldn’t fight it

!emo txt who would always let you borrow their pierce the veil cds !! they’d say that you’d remind them of the song emergency contact and you being you you’d always blush when they would tell you that

!emo txt who would allow you to do a makeover on them !! “hold still” you’d frown painting their nails jet black you’d let out the biggest whine when they’d mess with their fingers causing the nail polish to chip so you’ve decided to move on to their eye shadow, giggling at how eyeliner looked really good on your boyfriend

!emo txt who wouldn’t talk as much and just prefer laying their chin in their palm as they’d watch you passionately talk about your hyper fixations “im not boring you right?” “no baby of course not”

!emo txt who would smile ear to ear when you clapped excitedly jumping up and down in place when they get their face pierced, you always talked about them getting lip, tongue and eyebrows piercings you just didn’t think today would be the day. “you like it?” they’d ask you bending down to your height as you nod rapidly before you whisper in their ear, “yes like it so much” you’d reassure “but id also wanna feel your tongue piercing on my clit” their eyes would go wide before they smirk down at your flushed face

!emo txt who wouldn’t mind you stealing their band tees or very large bracelets they’d smile at how tiny you’d look wearing them

!emo txt who would be shocked that you weren’t as innocent as they thought you were, “holy shit” they’d curse as they felt your tiny mouth (it wasn’t that tiny but to them it was) take their entire member do your throat as you’d mewl around their shaft, as you lazily rubbed your clit looking up at your boyfriend as you bopped your head up and down on them with pleading eyes begging for them to touch you

!emo txt who would pull you away when after they face fucked you, forcing you on your back as they finally paid attention to your pussy making you let out high pitch moans causing them shove their ring covered fingers in your mouth as they begin to slam their cock in your pink insides smiling as they hear you whine out a “i can feel you so cl-close daddy”

!emo txt would agree to doing your hair smiling at your compliments on how well they placed a pink ribbon in your hair before you tackle them into a hug pressing a million kisses on their face

!emo txt text messages would include:

2:30 pm monday

🩷🎀💗: walk me to class after lunch!!

🖤🚬⛓️: woah? r u being dominant?

🩷🎀💗: yes!!

🖤🚬⛓️: that’s cute

2:34 am friday

🩷🎀💗: after being friends with you for a while i’ve come to the conclusion that you definitely have some daddy issues

🖤🚬⛓️: no im not u

🖤🚬⛓️: i have different issues tho

🩷🎀💗: oh WE can tell

🖤🚬⛓️: alright princess

🖤⛓️🚬: ur the last one to be talking miss “but guys please hear me out! i wanna call him daddy and have him call me his little girl that would totally fix me!”

a/n: i have to mention pierce the veil in my emo txt fics at least once im sorry ):

#coquette #emo boyfriend #emo x coquette #txt x reader #angelina’s garden ♡!#txt #txt smut #txt x y/n

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 6 months

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The Weeklong Date (pt. 1)

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spencer reid x famous!reader Universe

word count: 1.5 k

warnings: suggestive (no smut)

Y/N had been staying with Spencer for 2 days now. The first day was slightly awkward, although Spencer and Y/N had met before, even kissed. This felt different, she flew out to see him. It felt more intimate.

Once the two got past their initial discomfort with each other, it was pure bliss. Sleeping in the same bed together, kissing each other good night. They hadn’t had sex yet, and usually that would cause Y/N to overthink, that maybe he didn’t like her, or wasn’t sexually attracted to her. But with Spencer it felt like all her normal worries, were just silly, nothing that surface level mattered. Just that he cared for her. And he did.

Y/N listening to Spencer talk about what book he read in the last 20 mins, while Y/N made them dinner. They couldn't exactly go out together with the possibility of Y/N being spotted, so they had been staying in the last couple days.

Today, the third day of Y/N being there, Y/N had forced Spencer into a movie marathon day. Spencer had to back to work tomorrow, still not being on cases, just a couple paperwork days.

They had already watch '10 things I hate about you' and 'When Harry met Sally' now onto 'You've got mail' one Spencer had a few problems with.

"But they've both been cheating on their partners! How am I supposed to root for them?" Y/N turns her head from laying on Spencer's chest to be able to face him when she says, "Spence, it's a romcom! You're supposed to throw out all logic!"

“What good is a piece of media, if I’m not allowed to apply critical thinking?” Seeing Spencer so worked up from one of her favourite romcoms, whether he likes it or not, makes Y/N’s chest fill with warmth. Y/N staring up at Spence, not saying anything, just smiling, and listening to him rant. Because Spencer showing this much emotion about it, no matter if it’s about how much he doesn’t understand or like it. It’s that he cares enough to watch it and have a strong opinion on it. No guy she’s ever been with had cared about the movies she liked like that.

“Spence. Can I kiss you?”

This causes Spencer to stop mid-sentence, turning away from the credits shown on the TV to look at Y/N. “Baby, you don’t have to ask.”

His words cause Y/N to smile, they hadn’t called each other pet names before, but that all leaves her mind when she feels Spencer smash his lips into hers. Y/N reacts instantly, her tongue licking at his bottom lip, begging for access. Spencer’s lips opening, allowing Y/N’s tongue to explore his mouth.

Spencer’s hands moving from their spot by his sides one to Y/N’s hip, the other pulling at one of her thighs to help her swing it over his legs, her hips now straddling his own. The kiss heating up, Y/N breaks their lips apart leaving them hovering over his, her lips brushing against his as she says,

“Can we move to your bedroom?” “Yes.”

Spencer rises from the couch, Y/N legs clinging around his waist, hands taking their place around his neck. Her lips finding the spot on his jaw, she had found the first time they had kissed in the pool.

As Spencer starts walking down the hall, towards his bedroom, Y/N starts untucking Spencer’s shirt from his pants pulling it over his head. When he shirt is removed she moves her lips to his collarbone and leaves kisses down his chest.

All the while, Spencer gets to his door and opens it, only after a slight bit of struggle to find the door knob. He then walks them both to his bed, letting Y/N fall onto the bed Spencer hovering over her, sliding his knee between her spread legs. Spencer reaches to the bottom of Y/N’s shirt pausing before tearing it over her head, asking, “May I?” “God, yes Spence.”

Lifting Y/N’s shirt over her head, showing her lace bra. One she wore just for him. He begins leaving kisses down her neck to her breasts kissing her clothed sensitive nipples, causing Y/N’s breath to hitch, letting a moan leave her throat when Spencer sucks at her skin below the underwire of her bra.

“Spence, please..” Y/N says, her chest heaving, just from what little Spencer had done thus far. She can’t imagine how she’ll act when he actually does something, but God she’s begging to find out.

“What do you want, baby?” Spencer says, looking up at her with an innocent look. Yet not stopping his kisses along her ribcage.

“You.”

A few rounds later the two lay, tangled in Spencer’s sheets, cuddling, Y/N’s head laying on Spencer’s naked chest, her left leg swung over Spencer’s thighs, his right hand laying on her thigh and his left arm cradling Y/N’s head.

“Tell me something about you.” Y/N says not looking up at Spencer, only gently tracing shapes on Spencer’s chest.

“What do you mean?” Spencer leans down to look at Y/N’s face, her leaning down to look at him.

“I feel like… I don’t know, I want to know everything about you.”

“Okay, where do you want me to start?”

“I guess, do you have any other hobbies? Other than reading every piece of Russian Literature?”

“I haven’t read every piece of Russian Literature-”

“Close to.”

“-but I also can do some close up magic-”

This causes Y/N to stop tracing shapes across Spencer’s naked chest, sitting up, the sheet around her body slipping down slightly, distracting Spencer momentarily until Y/N speaks again.

“What?! You can do magic? Oh my god, show me!”

Spencer sighs, leaning over Y/N to his bedside table to grab a pen and his journal, ripping out a piece of paper, then coming back to leaning his head on his pillow.

“Okay, here, I have this pen. Inspect it, no tricks?” Spencer hands the pen to Y/N. She inspects it more closely than Spencer thought she would, Y/N pulling off the cap, testing the ink on her skin, after deciding there was nothing out of the ordinary with the pen she hands it back to Spencer. He chuckles, taking the pen back from her hand.

“Okay, now I’m-”

“Wait! I didn’t inspect the paper.”

“I didn’t think you would need to.”

“Of course I need to.”

Y/N grabs the piece of paper from Spencer, quicking checking over the paper before handing it back to Spencer.

“Okay now, with just a bit of sleight of hand, I can slip the pen right through..” While talking the pen in Spencer’s hand goes right through the paper in his other.

“Oh my god! How did you do that?” Looking at Spencer in shock, turning from looking at him to the paper, then back to him.

“A magician never reveals his secrets.” Spencers says leaning over to his side table putting the pen and paper in his drawer, turning back to Y/N, shock still still written across her face. “Why don’t we wash up in the bath together?” Spencer says, smiling widely, while wrapping his hands around Y/N’s waist.

“Ooh, yes please.”

The two were in the bath together. Spencer sitting behind Y/N, bubbles floating around them, the bottom of their wine glasses dipping into the water. Talking, not talking, just comfortable being with each other.

"Are you leaving tomorrow?” Spencer asks hesitantly, the question had been plaguing his mind all day, knowing he has to go back to work tomorrow.

"Do you want me to?” Y/N wasn’t planning on leaving tomorrow, she had packed her bag for a week long with Spencer.

"N-no, no I don’t want you to leave, just… I have work tomorrow, and I just assumed you wouldn’t want to sit around my apartment..” Y/N hadn’t even thought of what she would do while Spencer was at work, but thought of sitting in Spencer’s apartment cleaning, and cooking.. It felt domestic. And she loved it.

"I don’t know.. I could clean, and I could cook lunch and you could come back here during your break. I can keep myself busy. I could read one of your millions of books.”

“I don’t have millions of books, I have closer to a hundred.”

“Oh, sorry. I could read one of your hundred books.”

“Okay, and I’ll come back here for lunch.”

Y/N turns her head to face Spencer, smiling, and leaving a kiss on his cheek, turning back to face the end of the tub. Spencer sets his wine glass on the edge of the tub to wrap his arms tightly around Y/N’s waist, leaving kisses along her back and up to the back of her neck. His slight stubble tickled her skin, causing Y/N to laugh and spill her wine in the bath. Spencer chuckling, continuing to kiss across Y/N’s skin

“Stop! Spence- that tickles!” Y/N laughs out, raising her shoulders to her ears, in a way to stop Spencer. Even though she didn’t really want him to stop, if it was a choice she would choose for him to never stop.

#spencer #reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x famous!reader #spencer reid x singer!reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid fic

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melanieph321 · 9 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - My Brother's Best Friend Part 1/4

I wrote this one at like 4 am 😅

Summary - Reader rencounters her brother's best friend and the two of them hit it off quite well.

Enjoy!

Five years at university. Non stop studying, no coming home for Christmas, Easter or any other holiday. Despite all of this no one in your family had the courtesy of picking you up from the airport. Instead they sent for somone else, a stranger, your brothers best friend, Ruben.

"Y/N, you grew!" He exclaimed, when he finally pulled up to the sidewalk where you stood. He hadn't recognized you the first time he past you with his car. You had to shout his name the second time.

"I did and one day I'm gonna grow old and die."

He chuckled.

You threw your bags into the backseat of his car, settling down in the passenger seat beside him.

He was practically like family, Ruben. He and your brother had been inseprable friends since they were kids, making you the annoying third wheel.

"Only two bags?" He frowned.

You shrugged. "I'm only staying for the weekend."

"For the game?"

You nodded.

It was the first time Ruben and your brother had been allowed to represent their country in a international game. Although it was only a friendly your mother begged you to take a break from school to come down and watch it. Everyone else in your family was coming, your aunties, uncles and cousins. All coming to support your brother. You were a bit bitter that none of them had come to visit you at school before, although it had been five years since you moved.

"You hungry?" Ruben asked, once you got on the highway.

"Does your family still own a restaurant?"

"They do."

"Then I'm very hungry. A broke student who usually lives off cooked ramen can never say no to free food."

Ruben chuckled. "I would have paid for your meal even if it wasn't from my family's restaurant."

"Well thanks." You blushed.

Pulling up to Ruben's family restaurant, they all greeted you with open arms and painful pinches of your cheeks.

"Look at you!" Ruben's mother gasped. "How skinny you've become. Pãi, make her something to eat, fast!" She took a second look at you. "With a lot of meat in it!"

"I'm actually a vegan."

"You are?"

"You are?" Ruben repeated.

"Is that okay?"

His mother's expression mellowed. "Of course sweetie. I'll inform Ruben's father, see what he can do. We don't have alot of vegan opinions on the menu though."

"I'm sure anything will be fine Mrs Dias, thank you."

"I didn't know you went vegan?" Ruben said, the two of you sliding into your dining booth, sitting on the opposite side of each other.

"Sometimes I think it's the reason my family doesn't invite me to family gatherings anymore."

"That's horrible."

"I'm sure it's not the case." You protested, seeing the expression that came across his face. But in reality you had no idea.

"A plant based diet is good. I do it all the time." Ruben said.

"Eat vegan food?"

"Yes. Especially before a game. It's hard to run an average of 12k a game with a giant steak digesting in your stomach."

"Huh?" You muttered.

"What?"

"Defenders run 12k a game, you sure about that?"

Ruben threw his napkin at you but missed.

"I'm just saying." You chuckled. "I don't remember you as very agile to run."

"Or jump, or sprint..." His sister came by to take your drink orders. "Don't you remember Y/N, Ruben was a very chubby kid when he first started playing football. He would either play defense or goalie, those were his only options." She laughed.

You held your tounge seeing the deadly stare Ruben was giving his sister.

"Can we order our drinks now?" He grunted.

"Yes, of course." She brought out a pen and paper. "A water for you brother and what will you be having Y/N?"

"A coke?"

"A coke it is. See brother, get yourself a girl that isn't afraid of a few calories."

Ruben rolled his eyes as she left you to it.

"So... you only date girls with diet only in their bio's?" You teased.

"It makes things easier." He shrugged.

"Easier how?"

"Well, she won't complain over my strict diet, will she? Or force me to eat carbs two days a week?"

"Ohhh, poor Ruben is scared of getting little chub back on his cheeks?"

Another napkin was thrown your way, forcing you to duck this time.

"What about you?"

"What about me?" You said, throwing back his crumbled up napkin.

"Don't you think you'd be doing guys a favor by mentioning that you're vegan in your social media bio?"

"Nah, I like to see the look on their faces when I surprise them. My ex boyfriend thought my reason for going vegan was because I hadn't tried meat before, which resulted in him taking me on food truck spree. His idea of a good date."

"It would've been a great idea." Ruben objected. "I know alot of great food trucks with amazing vegan options. In fact my friend drives one. I could take you there if you're ever up to it this weekend?"

"That would fulfill your dreams, wouldn't it Ruby?" His sister said, making her stop with your drinks.

Ruben's silence was evident that he didn't enjoy the sudden interruption of your conversation.

"Do you remember that time he and your brother forced you into that shopping cart and pushed you down the hill?"

"One of my fondest memories." You said. You ended up breaking your arm that day.

"Well you should have seen the look on his face when he ran to tell our parents what happened. They were furious, but Ruben was inconsolable, which made all of us feel bad for him."

"Inconsolable how?"

You didn't rembering beeing told Ruben's side of the story before. Your brother on the other hand, told you how he had been by your side until the ambulance came, terrified of what your parents would say once he told them that he's killed you.

"Hasn't Ruben told you?" His sister frowned.

"Carolina, please " He sighed.

"He cried all night, begging our parents to take him to the hospital to go see you."

"Really?" Your eyes widened.

"Yes. He even cried at the hospital seeing your little body all patched up in the hospital bed. I thought it was cute." She said, patting Ruben's shoulders.

He ran a anxious hand through his hair, probably praying that his sister would leave.

"He gave you his favorite teddy though." She shrugged. "That must count for something."

Somewhere a costumer waved for her attention. "Coming!" She groaned and left you two to it.

The relief on Ruben's face was hilarious. "I'm sorry about that." He sighed. "Carolina can be...well Carolina."

"It's okay. " You giggled. " I had no idea that Rosie the whale was from you. I thought my parents brought her to me from the hospital gift shop."

He shook his head. "No, Eddie the whale..." He corrected. "...was all mine. I hope you took good care of him."

"Eddie?" You frowned. "My Rosie is a she."

Ruben snorted. "I don't think so. My Eddie identifies as He/Him he told me so himself."

"Is that so?"

"Ask him yourself."

"I will. As soon as I fly back home."

Somthing came across Ruben's face.

"What?"

"You brought Eddie with you to university?"

You blushed, but was quick to collect yourself. "I did."

Ruben looked to his hands, hiding his smile.

The food arrived just in time to mend the longing pain in your belly. You enjoyed it so much that Rubens family promised to make the selection of vegan food a part of the menu from now on.

"I had fun today." Ruben parked his car alongside the driveway to your parents house.

"Me too Ruben. Goodluck during the game tomorrow."

"See you after?"

"The game?" You frowned.

"Most of the team are going clubbing after, depending on the finally score of course. Either way, your brother and I are celebrating making the national team, you down?"

"I don't know?" The thought of going clubbing with your brother was not a appealing one.

"Or we could do somthing just the two of us?"

"Oh." You stuttured, a reaction to Ruben's eyes staring back at you.

You can't remember the last time they'd stayed on you for as long as they had done tonight during dinner. You thought that to Ruben you were just his best friends annoying little sister, but after hearing the story of how he had worried about you the day you broke your arm, somthing changed within you. Your feelings for Ruben changed.

"Ruben I didn't..."

Cleary somthing had changed within him too, because as you sat with one hand gripping the passenger door, ready to jank it open and jump out, Ruben had leaned forward, catching you off guard by pressing his lips against yours.

"Ruben."

You spoke into the kiss, his breath warm against your face. He let himself enjoy it for a second, before his body stiffend and he pulled back, a terrified expression on his face.

"Don't tell your brother."

"But...I...you kissed me?"

"I know." Ruben was quick to try his lips with the back of his hand. His gaze facing the road ahead. "It was a mistake. Just don't tell your brother."

You got out of the car, confused to what just happened. You watched Ruben disappear down the street along with your stolen kiss.

"That was odd." You muttured. You had barely gotten a chance to react to his lips pressing against yours. Surely the feeling had been pleasant, but how could you know for sure when it all went down so fast?

Somthing else that came at you fast was the realization that your parents house stood empty. However a note was pinned to the inside of the door, saying: "Staying at your brothers tonight, calming his nerves ahead of tomorrow's game. Kisses, Pãi e Mamãe!"

Well who's gonna calm your nerves, you thought. Because they were all over the place for the moment.

#fanfiction #man city #football imagine #manchester city #ruben dias #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias imagine #footballer x reader #footballer imagine #football angst

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mbappe-pedri · 3 months

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In love with best friend

part 1 part 3

plot: yn and Pedri drifted apart when pedri moved to Barcelona after 2 years yn moved to Barcelona to study there, how will they react when they meet again?

Pairing: Reader x Pedri

genre: angst, slightly fluff towards the end

warning: just sad

words: 1170

y/n/n- your nickname

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”yn” you heard and recognized the voice. You stood up immediately and looked over at the entrance and saw him, the boy who crushed your heart without realizing it. “Pedro” you said with a trembling voice. You couldn’t believe it he was infront of you. You started to cry and turned to his family and said “thank you for the invitation and I hope we see each other soon, I have to go, have a good day” you said sobbing and hugged them then left. When you came home you burst into tears.

PEDRI POV

I still can’t believe she is here in front of me, she looks even more beautiful than before. My heart ached when she said goodbye to my family and hugged them but not me. My heart burst when I saw her crying. My family looked at me with sad smiles and my mother hugged me and burst into tears, my mother and Fer is the only two who knows my feelings for her.

“I didn’t know you would come home this early you usually go out with your teammates after training” my brother Fer said. I looked sad into his eyes and asked “how long have you been knowing she was in Barcelona?” He sighed and said “Since she moved here about 2 months ago” “So you have known that she is here for 2 months without telling me, why Fer why didn’t you tell me especially when you how much I love her” I said crying. “I’m sorry little bro but she made me promise her that you would find out until she was ready to see you” he said sad. I can’t blame him even if she wouldn’t make him promise that she wouldn’t want to see me with crushes me.

YN POV

It have been 2 weeks since I saw Pedro and his family and I missed seeing Fer so I called him

YN: hi Fer Fer: hi Yn how are you? Yn: I’m fine how are you? Fer: I’m fine I missed you Yn: me to Fer: what are you doing yn: nothing just came back from work what about you Fer: I’m about going out with Pedro and our friends Yn: ah I hope you have fun Fer: thanks why did you call Yn: am I not allowed to call my friend now haha Fer: of course you are allowed to call me haha but I’m was just wondering if you had something important to tell me Yn: haha no I was just wondering how you was because we haven’t talked since you know Fer: okey I understand if you want we can meet tomorrow if you want Yn:yeah why not how about 4 pm Fer: it works fine Yn: okey see you tomorrow bye Fer: see you tomorrow bye

call ended

Then you fixed yourself for a date you have with someone from your class who asked you out.

PEDRO POV

It’s been 2 weeks since I saw yn and I miss her. I’m going out with my brother and friends tonight and I was about to call Fer but I heard he was talking on the phone but don’t know with who. He just ended the call and came out and saw me behind his door and said “what are you doing outside my door?” I chocked and said “I was about to call you but heard you speaking on the phone” “have you met someone?” I said teasing him. He looked at me like he saw a ghost and said with a very low voice “I’m meeting yn tomorrow” “wait.. what why?” I said little sad and angry at the same time because it unfair she wants to see him but not me. “Because she wanted to hang out” he said. “Please take me with I want to see her” I said begging him. “No Pedro I have to respect yn decision when she is ready she will see you” Fer said.

YN POV

Today I’m meeting Fer, I missed him so much. I already arrived at the restaurant and he just came in smiling when he saw me. “Hi Fer” you said getting up and hugging you. He hugged you back and said “hi y/n/n” “I missed you” you said sitting down. “I missed you too lil sis” he said. “How was it yesterday?” you asked. “Fine what did you do yesterday?” He asked. You looked down don’t know how to say you were on a date with someone from your class. He saw how you looked down and asked “what’s wrong?” “I was on a date yesterday with a guy from my class” you said. He looked at you shocked and said “oh how was it?” “It was great I had a great time” you said. Then he said “great as long you were happy that’s the important thing”. After he said “Pedro wanted to come with me to see you, he heard when I spokes to you yesterday”. You didn’t know what to say so you changed the subject “so have you met a girl?” You said. He saw that you changed the topic and decided to leave it and said “no not yet but I’m talking to a girl” “ooohhh what’s her name and how is she” you said“Her name is Miliah and she is really great I will bring her sometime and introduce you to her” he said, then your conversation continued.

PEDRO POV

I was off from training today so I was chilling with Gavi at home and played FIFA with him. Fer just came home and I asked “how was it with Yn” he said “it was great we had a lot of fun” then I saw he looked lite sad. “Why are looking sad?” I asked. “I don’t know how to tell you” he said. ”Tell me what?” I asked “she is seeing someone” he said. I felt like my heart sank and I went up to my room and burst into tears. Fer and Gavi came up and comforted me until I fell asleep.

FER POV

I hate to see Pedro like this, it was the same when YN told him she had a boyfriend he cried for a week. “I hope it’s not something serious between yn and that guy she is seeing” Gavi said. “No from what i understood she isn’t so interested in him but he have been asking her out for weeks now so she eventually gave up and went on a date with him” I said. Then Gavi went home and Pedro woke up and asked “are they serious in their relationship?” “No not from what I understand, she isn’t so interested in him but he have been asking her out for weeks now so she eventually gave up and went on a date with him“ I repeated what I said to Gavi. He looked at me with a vague smile and then we eat and went to sleep.

#pedri gonzalez #pedri angst #pedri x reader #pedri x y/n

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trentsixtysix · 1 year

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Request : can you do one which shows how you met trent and started dating him? like a throwback i guess which shows how they met through another footballer possibly xx

Memory Lane

WARNINGS: none :)

Word Count: 2.0k

this request was so cute I had so much fun writing it :)

Fluff

You'd only made things official just under two years ago, but it still felt like the two of you had been together your entire lives; there was no one who you felt more at home with than Trent, who was watching you carefully as you remained zoned out, staring at the carpet in front of you.

You were both in bed, him scrolling through his phone just about to go to sleep as you sat up next to him, reading but not currently interested in the book because your mind was else where.

'What are you thinking about?' He asked, as he noticed you staring into space.

'Hmm?' You asked, wanting him to repeat himself.

'You've been frozen for a few minutes, what's on your mind?' He repeated, patting his lap for you to fall into it, slotting yourself between his legs as he placed the duvet over the two of you for you to talk; one of your favourite parts of the day was the conversations you'd have late at night.

'I was just remembering the day we met.' You revealed, smiling as memories flooded back to you instantly.

'Do you remember the day?' He questioned, curious.

'My memory is a little rusty, what about you?' You wondered, making him laugh as he nodded.

'Like it was yesterday to be honest.' He told you, truthfully.

'Enlighten me then.' You demanded, finding it admirable he could recall something like this.

'Well.. It was that day of the match..' He started, getting you to picture the day, knowing instantly exactly what he was talking about.

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You'd known Marcus for a while now; since before he turned pro due to you attending the same school.

Not only that but you got along great with his girlfriend, who in this case had begged you to accompany her to the United Vs Liverpool game, forcing you to sit in Rashy's box even though everyone was aware you supported Liverpool.

You were happy to cheer Marcus on too however, who managed to score a goal even if the game ended up being in Liverpool's favour, allowing them to win 2-1.

You were over the moon, hoping to hide your enthusiasm when you went to see Marcus after the game, spotting him chatting away to presenters whilst you both patiently waited for him to finish, stood incredibly near to the Liverpool players who were still celebrating with each other.

You noticed one of the players also giving an interview after a Man of the Match performance from two assists, and you recognised him to be Trent Alexander-Arnold from all the times you’d seen him play before.

It wasn't until you were nudged by your friend to get going that you realised you were gawking directly at him, which he must have noticed too as he gave you a cocky wink before you looked away, embarrassed.

You noticed Marcus go into the tunnel, with the Liverpool player closely following behind as you both also made a move for it, mainly so that Marcus' girlfriend could give him some words of encouragement post match.

You stepped to the side, noticing Marcus deep in conversation with Trent, congratulating each other on their achievements in the game as it was the first game of the season, all whilst you waited for them to finish.

'You played amazing.' Your friend told Marcus, comforting him as you approached them and said pretty much the same, Trent still stood there too.

'Bet you're buzzing.' Joked Rashy, noticing you trying to hide your grin.

'Of course I am, you did play great though.' You assured him, with a smile.

'Why is she buzzing?' Trent asked.

'Liverpool fan that's why.'

'I see, you support the best club then.' Smirked Trent, and you tried to contain your smile, noticing how much more attractive he was in person.

'Well I'll see you soon mate, well done on the win.' Rashford said, going in to hug Trent as he walked away with his girlfriend, leaving you unknowingly alone with each other.

'Enjoyed the game then?' Asked the right back, trying to break the ice and start a conversation, causing you to nod in return, staying unintentionally silent.

'You gone shy on me?' He teased, and it took everything in you not to blush in front of him right now, although he could probably sense how nervous you were.

'It was a good game, that was some pass.' You praised, pointing out his footballing ability which contributed to the goals.

'It’s what I do best. How do you know Marcus?' He asked you, suddenly looking you up and down.

'We went to school together, you think you can win the league for us this year?' You asked, changing the conversation back to football as it was the only thing that would keep you from going as red as a tomato.

'I'll win the league for you don't worry.' He replied, making you question whether he was flirting or not.

'You have a nice smile you know?' He told you, his eyes fixated on our mouth - confirming your suspicions.

'I guess we have that in common then.' You laughed, focused on his perfect teeth and the lines that formed around his lips when he smiled.

'Oh?'

'Oh!' You responded.

'I'm in Manchester for the weekend, you doing anything tonight?' He asked you, and you were sure you'd heard him incorrectly as there was no way he'd be that blunt with you already.

'I'm free, why?' You answered, wanting to know exactly what he was getting at.

'You fancy coming for dinner with some friends? Rashy will be there too as a matter of fact.' He proposed, and you were suddenly aware of what he was talking about, as Marcus and his girlfriend had previously been trying to convince you to go - to which you declined as you didn't have a reason to and certainly didn't want to third wheel them all night; but it was different now if someone else was asking.

'Okay.' You simply said, as he passed you his phone, getting you to type your number in before winking at you a final time.

'I'll see you then.' He said, walking away, leaving you to wonder what had just happened and how he had you under such a spell so fast as you went to navigate your friends.

Eventually it was late evening, and you were perched in front of your mirror wondering if your outfit was okay; not wanting it to be too formal as it was a casual event with friends, but also not too scandalous either,

You opted for a plain tube top with some jeans and a jacket over it, leaving your hair out as you anticipated Marcus' arrival to pick you up, finally receiving the all clear as you stepped outside and spotted his car with your friend sat inside too.

'You look stunning!' She said, as you both admired each others' looks.

You hadn't even told Marcus or his girlfriend about your little interaction with Trent from earlier, and you planned on keeping it quiet until you got to the restaurant, where you found yourself seated opposite to him.

After ordering you watched as everyone spoke over one another, and being a generally quiet person you kept your mouth shut, something you noticed about Trent too who wasn't being the most sociable at the moment.

Unknown: You look good.

You wondered who that was, and it only took one glance to the man sat before you to realise it was Trent, messaging you from under the table whilst you waited for your food, grinning as he saw you read the message.

You: Just good?

Trent: Okay you look stunning then.

You: I'd really prefer it if you used your words, I'm right here ;)

He silently chuckled seeing your message, mouthing a simple 'You're stunning' quietly as everyone else was too consumed in their own conversations to notice.

'Trent, you're single aren't you?' Asked Rashford, causing everyone's attention to turn to him as he nodded in response.

'Take Y/n off my hands will you? She's like the third person in our relationship.' He joked, making you sarcastically roll your eyes as Trent and everyone else burst into laughter.

He simply ignored the comment, as did you as you both felt awkward in front of everyone, but continued to message each other as the night finally came to an end.

You got up to join everyone else who was leaving as the night coming to an end, following after Marcus as he was your ride.

'Let me take you home.' Pleaded Trent, catching up to you as Marcus waited.

You hesitantly nodded, unsure why he had taken an interest in you, but not mad at it as you were just as interested in him.

'Y/n let's go.' Called Marcus.

'I'll find my own way back don't worry.' You told him, watching as he looked confused.

'What are you on about? Get in the car.' He told you, clearly exhausted and just wanting to get home.

'I'll take her home Rashy don't worry.' Trent interjected, whilst Marcus rubbed his eyes laughing.

'You? I was only joking before mate.. but go for it.' He chuckled, catching on before he left.

You were thankful for his music choice, something you both had to bond over as he blared Adele through his car, and you had to say you didn't take him as a guy who listened to Adele.

'I need to go to an Adele concert badly.' He told you.

'I went this summer, she was amazing.' You told him, as he couldn't help but display his jealousy more obviously.

You hadn't even known the guy an entire day and felt so comfortable with him, almost disappointed when the journey came to an end and he stopped outside your home.

'Thank you.' You told him, before getting out.

'Don't worry about it.'

'And Y/n?' He called, stopping you in your tracks.

'Yeah?' You answered.

'I wanna take you out properly soon, just the two of us?' He revealed, looking hopeful.

'I'd like that.' You smiled, as he leaned closer to you.

You didn't want to be the one to kiss him first, fearing his reaction as you'd only just met him today, even though you wanted it badly. Instead he did the hard work for you, pulling you in for a simple yet fulfilling kiss, breaking it off shortly as you told him you had to go.

You couldn't quite believe so much had happened in such a short time, and although you barely knew each other you instantly felt that spark, curious to know if this could become something serious..

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'How on earth do you remember all that?' You teased, listening in carefully as your boyfriend remembered all of the tiny details.

'How can I not remember how I met you?' He backed.

'I remember the date after that, you took me to that sushi place but we both hated it and opted for a McDonald's instead.' You recalled, laughing.

'Then finally you asked me out a month later when you were back in Manchester.' You added.

'Best decision ever.' He said, as your eyes began to shut.

'Goodnight, love you.' You muttered, falling asleep still laying between him.

'Night, I love you too.' He whispered, kissing your forehead contently.

#football imagines #footballer x reader #football fluff #football blurb #trent alexander arnold angst #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent alexander arnold imagine #trent alexander arnold imagines #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent imagine #trent alexander arnold #trent x reader #england imagines #england x reader

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ash-says · 2 months

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Hello dear ladies. I am back in the town with my rants again cause where's a girl gonna go in this patriarchy world to shout her opinions. Plus can't run the risk of letting them in on the game. What's the fun in that??

Anyways, first of all Happy Women's Day!!!!

Happy Mahashivratri ✨✨✨

As today is an auspicious day both internationally and personally for me religiously maybe I will talk about some deep stuff.

Let's get into it. Shall we??

1) Get a belief system. I can't stress enough on this for the love of God. I was listening to a podcast this morning and the host made a really nice analogy that I would like to share with you all. He said that we all have an immense amount of love in us that we want to shower and that's one of the reasons why we so desperately look for partnerships especially romantic ones and we are highly affected by break-up. But when you submit all your love and pain to god the equation changes. Because it's difficult to have earthly expectations towards God and the shift starts there.

Story time ->

I personally found it way easier to love God. Once you start turning in to him you realize how selfless your love can be. But the main reason that struck me was when you love people you are restricted. Let's be honest today's dating scene is the worst you can't express how you feel and for a person like me who has intense emotions it's suffocating and that's where God comes in picture because I just submit my love, struggles and suffocation to him and he is there all the while with me silently witnessing the upheaval without any judgement. That allows me to tap deeper into my issues, understand the roots, look at them from both emotional and logical angles and then detach from it as the supreme being is now in control of the situation.

So on this occasion I beg you ladies to fix your relationship with God. You will thank me later for sure.

2) Be Loud. Be Bold. Be Audacious. Take up space. Unapologetically. Don't let other people feel comfortable in making you uncomfortable. Nope. We do it the other way around here. They should know better than making you uncomfortable.

If there's something I am really proud of myself for at least 90% times is that I never let anyone make me uncomfortable. I have time and again consciously worked on it to make it a second nature to me.

Nobody is born outspoken. It's the situation and the person's decision, self will that makes them like that. So when anyone tries to put me down subtly even if it isn't registered in my conscious brain my subconscious answers it befittingly without my notice. Then I realise what actually happened.

Strive to make offense your second nature. Defense is first mixed in with kindness. Practise it consciously until it becomes a muscle memory.

Ending note: Be insufferable in public and a soft girl in private. That's how you even it out. Wail like a child in front of God but move like a queen among humans.

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highpriestessaset · 7 months

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Pick an image: allow your intuition to guide you in your selection.

🕷️| IMAGE #1

Overall Message: “You are already doing it. Keep facing your true north.”

BEG: You may come to separate yourself from something that feels good. It’s a great time to explore if that something is actually beneficial to your health or not. Exploring ways to honor and truly appreciate you are welcomed at this time.

MID: You may be in a position to “call the shots” or make some decisions. This is a time to voice what you want AND how you want it. However, be strategic. Who are you talking to? Does the situation call for you to be more cutesy, playful, professional, or direct?

END: Expect to receive. This can be a gift, some appreciation, or something you’ve been working towards. The long night is over- whatever it is, there is happiness and hope coming along with it.

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🦇| IMAGE #2

Overall Message: “Answer the call. What is your soul calling you to do?”

BEG: You may be in a phase of coming out of your shell. I see someone who has been reserved, shy, or self focused, beginning to be more “spicy” or confident. Some would say the phrase, “getting their groove back.” I see an introvert being more extroverted. You may be dating or getting attention from admirers at this time.

MID: You may be meeting someone new or spending time with someone in particular. Whoever this person is, the feelings are mutual. You may see things moving quickly or doing some traveling together. This person may be someone who balances you out like Fire and Water. Despite all the excitement, it’s important to maintain your boundaries at this time- it may be easy to get swept up in a situation or to go along with whatever this person wants.

END: It is possible that you or someone you have been interacting with is hiding their true feelings. The communication may become more distant. It seems like an attempt to protect their heart or to not appear a certain way. This situation calls for you to be patient with yourself and/or them. It is important at this time to not overthink or make assumptions without talking to them first.

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👻| IMAGE #3

Overall Message: “Trust your path. If you knew you would be supported, what would you do?”

BEG: Expect to do some planning regarding some sort of project or journey. (Please note that I am using the term journey with the possibility of it relating to an inner journey of processing or development. Only you know what it means to you- take what resonates, leave what doesn’t .) You may be called to “work around” or change some things about your plans. Organizational tools will be helpful at this time.

MID: I see you focused on the same project or journey but so much so that you may stop interacting with a person or people who want to spend time with you. As much as this project or journey means to you, try not to neglect those who are dear.

END: Expect to feel a weight off of your shoulders. If this is about your project or journey, I see it bringing joy or a feeling of completeness. It may be possible that it is displayed somewhere to be seen or that you receive some sort of acknowledgment. The High Priestess says, it is essential for your personality and gifts to shine here. Use your intuition to guide your creativity and to determine what is needed. It is okay to pour your pain into it. Whatever this is about, it has great potential for healing not only for yourself but others.

*Readings are for entertainment purposes only.*

Have an amazing month!

- //Blessings 🌺

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shamelessboiledwater · 8 months

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Before the cages get lowered in lava Luigi ask to say something before dying and Bowser allows it thinking he was going to beg to be spared but instead Luigi goes on a rant about how wrong this wedding is starting with "you are down right disgusting for doing this to the princess!" Saying this shocks everyone even the other prisoners then continues before could speak "and not to mention the freaking wedding is only one side I mean you actually think will love you for all the pain and suffering your putting on her shoulders!?" He yelled making Bowser suddenly shut his mouth in amazement, for a moment of course 😉 "I mean even if the princess falls for you you already ruined it but 1 terrorizing her people 2 for hurting her land and 3 for forcing her to marry you! You literally made the wedding about your freaking self No lady or princess likes that, it's downright mean, disgusting and rude! YOU EVEN MADE THE DAMN CAKE MORE ABOUT YOU THEN BOTH OF YOU!!" He yelled out scaring everyone a little bit and he was now walking back and forth in his cage (who knew the little guy had it in him) "and finally you no good snail turtle for brains dog water breath of a king didn't think how she might fell about this if she really loved you! You would have let her in the wedding plans but nooooo it had to be all about you, you, you! You literally not once asked how she felt about any of this and thus is why you are always alone you giant angry turtle!" He said panting heavily before turning around and sitting in his cage everyone was in shock and Bowser was the only person staring at him now as everyone whispered to the person closest to them Luigi was half expecting Bowser to kill him right then and there as he was about to turn around "the wedding is being put on hold we are going back to the dark lands!" Bowser yelled then looked at Kamek "put that green scared a cat in a guest room this instant and do not question my order" he said walking off as the island started rising

Leaving the mushroom kingdom and later Luigi was taken to a room with the princess shocking both of them "you had a lot of courage saying that stuff to Bowser" Peach said as Luigi rubbed the back of his neck "you don't have to tell me twice" he said, they decided to talk about stuff while Bowser was in his studies walking back and forth trying to get Luigi's angry face out of his head it turned him on a little bit wait what Bowser focus! He roars before punching a wall trying to understand what's happening is messing with his head he's seen Peach angry but it never made him feel like this as Kamek walked in Bowser grabbed ahold of him pulling him closer to his face "You said when your eyes land on someone you would begin to feel butterflies in your stomach!? Why the fuck am I feeling like this after getting disrespected at my own wedding!!" Kamek tried his best to calm Bowser down rubbing his hand "your majesty I'm sure these feeling will pass you said it yourself you love the princess maybe you're just a little nervous and upset because of what happened at the altar" Bowser for some reason didn't like this letting Kamek go "you don't understand it's the way he looked at me with those dark baby blue eyes...his..his cold but yet sweet voice and his..soft...skin.." Bowser said slowing realizing he fell in love with that no good girl stealing and ugly Mario's little brother then it hit him he was in love with **Mario's** little brother a evil smile showed up on his face "I know a way to get back at that short mustache wife stealing Mario! I'll date his brother and steal away the thing most dear to him...yes..yes! Mario would have no choice but to back off if I make his brother love me by marrying him instead!" Bowser's smile turned into a wicked smirk as Kamek was loving all of this "would you like me to let everyone know of the new plans?" He asked as Bowser looked at him "no I'm gonna do this nice and slow for now don't want greenie getting any ideas"

If your wondering where Mario and Donkey Kong are they're climbing the side of the island that is all I'll talk about it later no promises tho (that's a lie >:) )

#luigi #bowser #bowuigi #mario bros #luigi my beloved #mario movie

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[CN] Kiro's Unbiased Mirroring Mind's Quest (Part 1)

🌸 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date that hasn't been released on the EN server yet! 🌸

[Note: This date was translated with the help of Google Translate :>]

Note: In order to better engage with this date, please read the main story (Season 1 at least), Clinic Date, and Unconditional Surrender Mind's Quest :>

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 1]

Kiro: Hiss--

I apply the ointment to the long and narrow wound on his arm. The brightly-colored cut looks particularly shocking against Kiro's fair skin.

Kiro frowns with an exaggerated expression, his blue eyes moist from being wronged.

Kiro: Be a little gentler.

MC: Cut the act. Hmph.

MC: The current pain is your punishment for secretly fighting the bad guys again!

I deliberately put on a cold front, but when I bring down the cotton swab again, I am still three points gentler.

Recently, it's been pretty rare for Kiro and I to get a few days off to relax at the same time. And just as we were about to spend a leisurely time together, the letter S with its sharp hook came to disturb us.

I had already been super depressed since our vacation had been interrupted by BS, but I never expected Kiro to come back with an injury!

It was so unfair! So infuriating!

Seeing my frown deepen further and further, Kiro quickly raises his other hand and gently strokes my cheek.

Kiro: This injury was really an accident. I promise, I won't use force to solve the problem next time!

MC: It's not a matter of force, it's...

I bite my lower lip, slightly distressed, and raise my eyes to look at him.

MC: I know that there a lot of troublesome things that you have to deal with at BS.

MC: But you're already their boss. Aren't there some things that you can assign to your subordinates?

MC: Kiro, I'm really worried about you.

Kiro: ......

Kiro slightly parts open his lips, then purses them again.

His hand slips from my chin and gently covers the back of my hand.

Kiro: I get what you mean. I promise I'll do that next time.

MC: There are too many things you "promise to do next time". I need to get you to swear it.

I purse my lips and stretch out my fingers towards him. Kiro laughs, hooks my finger, and gently presses the pad of his thumb against it.

By the time the last wound was taken care of, it was getting late.

I pat the fluffy quilt and pull Kiro onto the bed.

Kiro: Wait, are we going to sleep at this hour?

MC: Of course. The wounded must rest well so that the wound can heal quickly.

Kiro: That's fine, but...

Kiro's tone seems hesitant. He glances at the time.

Kiro: Can you wake me up in three hours?

MC: Huh? Is there something else you need to do?

Kiro: The time for the limited time event of that game we were recently playing is in three hours from now. I want to beat the event.

MC: Kiro.

I groan angrily and glare at him.

MC: Article 197 of the Kiro-Chips Code - The wounded are not allowed to play games!

Kiro: But I'm only missing the last five percent of my mission. I'm begging the best Miss Chips in the world...

Kiro: Don't you trust the efficiency of my skills? I'll complete it in no time, then lie down and get a good rest!

Here comes this trick again. As long as he uses that tone and the words "best Miss Chips", there's nothing I can do against him.

MC: ...Fine, then I'll supervise you.

Kiro cheers and quickly gets into bed, sleeping in a more elaborate posture than that of a prince in a fairy tale movie.

Perhaps it's because his tense nerves relaxed so completely after sustaining an injury. After he lays down and we don't say anything, his long eyelashes stop trembling and his breathing slows down.

MC: ...Looks like he was really tired.

I gently tuck him in, then sit on the sofa nearby and start doing my own thing.

The night gradually thickens and three hours fly by quickly. I press the vibrating reminder on my phone and turn my eyes to the bed.

MC: Kiro, please get up...

Kiro: ......

The response I receive is even, shallow breathing.

I move closer, lean against the pillow and lower my voice.

MC: Didn't you say you had to complete a task? It's time to wake up.

Kiro: Mm...

Kiro just frowns slightly and then stops responding.

MC: Anyway, I know your account and password, how about... I just help you complete the task?

MC: As for you, just sleep peacefully.

I poke Kiro's cheek, move the computer to his side and log into the game.

I had also wanted to participate in this event during the early stages, but I couldn't stand the high difficulty level. So I just got a few basic rewards and then called it a day.

Kiro, on the other had, has been soaring through the event rankings with great vigor, and now has a score that is beyond my reach.

MC: Hiss... why do I feel that the higher the points, the more difficult the monsters become to defeat...

MC: AHHHHHH, don't steal my mission items--

MC: Only 5 points? Why?

My tiny avatar was jumping around the screen like a newbie, not at all as gorgeous and elegant as when its being controlled my Kiro.

When I finally finish a wave of tasks, the points progress bar moves forward only a little.

The unsatisfactory progress of the mission makes me purse my lips tightly, and the noisy sound effects of the game leave me more and more frustrated.

I simply mute the game and take off my headphones.

Silence returns to my ears, only the sounds of Kiro and I breathing are intertwined in the square inch of space.

After operating the avatar to complete another task, I can't help but look down at him.

Perhaps it's because the new bandage on his arm made him uncomfortable, but Kiro's sleeping face isn't as peaceful as it usually is, and his brows are slightly wrinkled.

I reach out my hand, attempting to smooth out the wrinkles.

Kiro: MC...

With my fingertips still hovering in the air, a soft voice spills from Kiro's mouth.

Kiro: Stay with me...

In an instant, his whispers seem to melt my heart and turn it into mush.

I put away my fingers, lean over, and quietly replace the touch with a kiss.

MC: I'll quickly complete this task, and come to accompany you in your dreams.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 2]

Kiro: [inhaling sharply] ...!

MC: Hm?

The sound of inhalation pulls me out of my sleep. I rub my eyes and look at the person next to me.

Kiro is already sitting up, but for some reason, he doesn't seem to be moving. He just stares ahead in a daze.

After a moment, he turns his head hesitantly.

Kiro: What time is it now?

MC: Huh? Let me see... it's half past eight.

Kiro: Eight thirty... you - you didn't wake me up yesterday?

I don't react until I sense him stammering a bit as he speaks.

MC: Oh, about that!

I sit up and point to the laptop on the bedside table.

MC: Don't worry, I helped you finish the mission.

MC: Don't say I didn't wake you up. I called you twice but you didn't respond--

Before I finish speaking, the corners of Kiro's mouth that were previously frozen in place, suddenly rise. He cheers and rushes towards me.

Kiro: Miss Chips, you're amazing! Mua! Ouch, my arm...

When an indulgent kiss falls on my face, Kiro's nose wrinkles again from the pain.

I burst out laughing, press my forehead against his and give him a soothing kiss on the tip of his nose.

Kiro: Was it tiring?

MC: Fortunately, it was just a bit difficult~

Kiro: But if you helped me with the task, wouldn't you have already discovered the surprise I wanted to give you?

MC: Surprise? What surprise?

Kiro's expression suddenly freezes and he lets out a sigh.

Kiro: Didn't you finish it? You should have discovered that the prize redeemed using the points from first place is the limited-edition skin you really wanted but couldn't get.

MC: .....

MC: Ki-Kiro...

Kiro: Wha-what is it...?

MC: If I tell you that I shut down the device directly after finishing the event, is there any way to retrieve it?

Kiro: Well...

Kiro's expression remains frozen for a long time before he stiffly straightens up.

Kiro: Let's go online and take a look.

We re-log into the game with one last glimmer of hope, but reality proves to be an icy bucket of water poured onto us.

MC: The redemption deadline was 5 a.m.

Looking at the closed grey game store, and a great feeling of depression invaded my heart.

MC: Sorry...

Kiro: Hm?

MC: I wanted to help you, but I didn't finish it to the end... I wasted so many points...

MC: If I had woken you up yesterday, this situation wouldn't have happened. It's all my fault for acting too smart.

Kiro: MC, don't say that.

Kiro interrupts my triad and stretches out his hand to cup my cheek.

Kiro: It's just a prop in the game, and it was meant for you.

Kiro: If you're sad because you missed it, wouldn't that be against my wishes?

MC: Do you really not blame me?

Kiro: Why should I blame you?

The hand holding me exerts a little more force, as if to hold up my falling emotions.

Kiro: I know you wanted me to get a good rest. It's not in line with the "Kiro-Chips Code" to get up and play games after sleeping for three hours.

Kiro: If you're in a bad mood, let's not touch the computer for a day and go out and have some fun.

Kiro caresses my cheek again. Just as he is about to get up from the bed, I abruptly reach out and pull his sleeve again.

MC: What about you?

MC: Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?

Kiro: Me?

The corners of Kiro's mouth condense slightly and then rise up into a familiar arc.

Kiro: The Miss Chips I know wouldn't have such a conflicted look on her face

Kiro: Having said that, I don't care anymore.

Kiro: If you're upset, let's visit the most delightful amusement park in the world!

MC: ...Mm, okay.

Do you really not care?

I know how long Kiro had been saving those points for. If all of my hard work had been wasted like this, I would've probably been depressed for at least ten days and a half.

But now Kiro is acting like this. I feel like if I continue to aske questions, he'll just show-off his "indifference" even more.

Was there any way to resolve this?

I take in a long breath and open the quilt.

If he really intends to hide his frustration in his heart, then I'll try my best to make him happy all day long!

We stand at the entrance of the amusement park and the bustling crowd forms a noisy sea, almost drowning out the the sounds of the park rides.

MC: Which one do you want to go on?

Kiro pulls down his mask and answers without thinking.

Kiro: The Magic Flight of course!

I take a look at the queueing time for the Magic Flight shown on the map and take in a breath.

MC: Two hours...

I reluctantly search for fast passes, but because our trip was an impromptu one, and since we arrived late, all VIP tickets were sold out.

Kiro: ...Forget it, let's do what you want to first.

MC: No, no, no, you're the one who has been wronged today and I should make it up to you! As long as you don't mind waiting in line!

Kiro startles for a moment, then smiles and holds my hand.

Kiro: With you by my side, I won't mind anything.

We stand at the end of the line and begin to move forward slowly.

It isn't until I share almost all the interesting things that I'd found recently on the internet, that our turn for the Magic Flight finally arrives.

MC: Phew... it's time to be happy!

Kiro: Mm, it's time to be happy!

Please press the lever and stay seated, the Magic Flight is about to begin--

Woosh--

After two hours of queueing, we get a minute of excitement. We stumble out of our seats and Kiro takes a picture of the map.

Kiro: Now it's your turn. What do you want to ride?

MC: Me? I originally wanted to ride the Wonderful Journey, but it seems like we'd have to spend more than an hour in queue. Forget it...

Kiro: No forgetting it. You've satisfied me, so how can I not satisfy you? Let's go!

MC: Can...

I open my mouth but swallow the rest of my words.

After all, I owe Kiro today. I just have to make him 100% happy.

If going on an amazing ride with me is fun for him... then we'll do just that!

The queue for the Wonderful Journey is just as endless.

The crowded queue causes many couples to complain. Sometimes there are children crying, making one's ears throb and hurt.

Kiro pinches my palm and sighs softly.

Kiro: Are you tired?

MC: Nope!

I almost burst out my rebuttal and raise a big smile at him.

MC: Why do you think so? Chatting with you in line like this actually made time fly by really quickly.

Kiro: .....

Kiro purses his lips and a subtle emotion flashes in his eyes, hidden behind his glasses.

Kiro: All right.

After another wonderful ride, my legs begin to faintly protest. I grit my teeth.

MC: I remember you said before that you wanted to ride the Star Wheel? Let's go...

Kiro: Let's take a break.

He doesn't wait for me to finish speaking. Without any explanation he pulls me to the bench and sits down.

People come and go in front of us, everyone's faces filled with pure joy.

Kiro and I just sit quietly.

The atmosphere is a bit stiff and awkward.

What's the problem? I bite my lower lip.

Do you want to make the other person happy so much that it makes him unhappy instead?

Guilt wraps around my throat so tightly that I find myself unable to speak. In the end, all I can do is rub my face hard.

--You should at least be happy while you're here! If you have any questions, talk to him about it after you've thought it through.

I raise a big smile again and turn to Kiro.

MC: Seems like the float parade is about to start. I remember your favorite character's there. I've already rested. Let's go and get good seats!

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[Memory Silhouette]

Clap your hands one by one and join me in rejoicing happiness; clap your hands and forget all your worries...

For the first time ever, Kiro finds the music in the amusement park a bit too loud. It's also his first time finding that the crowd watching the parade is very congested.

He calmly steps back, allowing the girl in front of him to wave her arms and sway to the music.

MC: Say hello to new friends and start a new day with you...

She was extra lively today, as if she was trying her best to monopolize all the happy cells in her body.

But Kiro can never seem to forget the girl's dazed profile as she was sitting on the bench to rest.

She wasn't as happy as she let on, he knows.

MC: Kiro, Pink Rabbit and Lazy Bear are coming soon!

The music gets louder again. His sleeves are being pulled on and the girl's bright smile hits Kiro's eyes.

As if it's a conditioned reflex, Kiro immediately smiles

Kiro: Mm! I've got to give them a high-five soon!

This is what I usually do at an amusement park - whether it's laughing and joking with her while waiting in line, or interacting with the mascots during the parade...

But for some reason, Kiro finds that there's a strange awkwardness in all of his actions.

I shouldn't be like this, he thinks.

In the morning, when he found out that his rewards weren't redeemed in time, he was indeed a little disappointed, but he quickly convinced himself to let it go.

After all, he didn't want to see the girl showing remorse. That would only make him feel worse.

However, he didn't expect MC to care about him far more than he imagined.

But he'd already told her not to bother about it, so why does she still show such a cautious expression?

Was there something I didn't get right enough to make her so hesitant?

Kiro's thoughts wander to a far away place, making his swaying movements a little absent-minded.

It isn't until Lazy Bear walks up to him and stretches out its thick plush paw towards him that Kiro reacts, as if waking up from a dream.

Dear friends, please smile; clap your hands and join me in rejoicing happiness--

The music gradually fades away, the crowd disperses, and pleasant sounds come again in front of the surrounding amusement park rides.

MC: Where do we go next...

The girls stands there with a confused expression again.

All Kiro feels is a string in his heart being tugged at. It isn't painful, but it's sharp and stinging.

I want to make her happy. I want to satisfy all of her emotions.

If she's not going to tell me, then I'll just directly respond to her with action.

Kiro: MC.

Kiro takes the girl's hand and speaks every word carefully.

Kiro: Go where you want to go. As long as you like it, I like it, really.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

[PART 3]

So tired.

After coming back from the amusement park, Kiro and I say almost nothing to each other. As soon as we reach home, we collapse onto the bed and quickly fell asleep.

When I wake up again, his spot is empty.

I carelessly turn over, my body already waiting for Kiro to come back so I could curl up into my most familiar position.

However, even after napping for a while, he still hasn't come back.

At this point... is it insomnia?

The fine thread in my heart knots up again. I decide to get up and look for him.

The living room is dark and quiet, with Apple Box and Cello nestled together. When they hear my footsteps, their little heads attentively turn around.

Apple Box: Awoo...

MC: Shh.

I quickly shush twice and signal them to continue sleeping as I walk around their beds.

Faint light streams in from the door of the study. I quietly approach it--

Jingle--

The first thing that greets my ears is the sound of glass ringing.

The goldfish ornaments in Kiro's study collide with each other as they sway, producing a lovely sound.

Kiro sits beside the hanging ornaments with his hands folded, his eyes lowered, making me unable to distinguish his expression.

Only the downward cast of his slightly pursed lips makes me realize that he must have something on his mind.

Kiro: I don't know what to do anymore.

Hearing his words, I can't help but pause as I am about to push open the door.

In the room, Kiro mutters to himself and reaches out to pick up a small goldfish.

Kiro: I know she's been hiding what's on her mind today, and her happiness today was all to make me "happy".

Kiro: But I don't need her to be like this "for me".

Kiro: I just want her to be "happy" without having to worry about anything.

Kiro: ...Does it sound like a tongue-twister? I think so too.

Kiro: But this is a tormenting matter. I can't help it.

MC: Pfft...

I quickly suppress my laughter, wanting to hear what else Kiro would say to the little fish.

Kiro rests his head in the crook of his arms and the little glass goldfish shakes in his hand. Then, it suddenly swings it's tail and turns towards the door.

The eyes that had been lowered suddenly rise, a sly smile within them.

Kiro: So little fish, can you convey this tongue-twister to the girl standing outside the door?

MC: ...!

MC: So you knew I was outside!

Kiro lets go of the little goldfish and stretches his hand out to me.

Kiro: All I can do is blame my ears for being too sensitive. I suddenly heard Apple Box snorting happily when he saw you.

I open the door, walk over to Kiro and sit down.

MC: Now that the little fish has told me, I also have something to say to the little goldfish to convey to Kiro.

Kiro: What is it?

I too pick up a small goldfish and sway it close to Kiro's eyes.

MC: I want little fish to ask Kiro for me - Do you not like the MC who made Kiro happy today?

Kiro: It's not that I don't like you, it's just... I feel like I've failed in some way and am asking you to accommodate me.

MC: But this is an accommodation I'm willing to make. I'm very sorry about what happened this morning. You have to give me a chance to make amends.

MC: I want to make you happy, and you want to make me happy, which leads to awkwardness between both of us...

MC: Doesn't that violate our original intentions?

Kiro's eyes flash. He sighs and takes my hand.

Kiro: What you're saying makes sense. It feels you're much smarter than me when it comes to this. Just...

MC: Just what?

Kiro lowers his head and puts my finger to the corner of his lips.

Kiro: It's just that it's impossible for me not to care about how you feel. Wouldn't that make me a bad guy?

Seeing Kiro's expression get more and more troubled, I simply wave my hand generously and deliberately tease him.

MC: It doesn't matter. You don't have to be so conflicted, it's not like you haven't been a bad guy before.

Kiro: Huh? When did I become a bad guy?

MC: When you came to see me as Helios a long, long time ago.

For a moment, Kiro's throat rolls violently, and his expression suddenly becomes a little reserved.

Kiro: You... still remember.

It's over. I seem to have said the wrong thing.

Seeing that not only the tail of the person on the other side is drooping, but also that dark clouds have gathered above his head, I cough lightly, trying to mentally make up for my faux pas.

MC: Ahem, actually, looking back now, I just find it interesting that you were "bad" back then!

Kiro: Interesting?

Kiro: What's interesting?

His hand quietly exerts a bit of force and the temperature warms the glass goldfish we hold in our palms.

Even though it's clearly a memory from a very long time ago, for some reason, when I mention it, the entanglement with the person in front of me at that time is still clear, as if it were yesterday.

All that bitterness, the sorrows and joys are superimposed with more experiences, becoming memories that can be spoken of frankly.

MC: For example, you never let me follow you back then, and you often deliberately scared me...

MC: That time in the clinic, I clearly recognized you, but you still insisted on saying that you weren't Kiro, deliberately made excuses to not recover from your injuries and also...

Kiro: Also what?

MC: What else did you say, "Did you think I was going to kiss you?"?

MC: Now that I think about it, you really were a bad guy.

Kiro: .......

Kiro pauses for breath. There is a hint of emotion in his eyes that I can't fathom.

Supporting himself on the floor, he moves closer to me.

Kiro: Why do I feel... like you seem to relish me like that more?

MC: No way, aren't I reviewing your feelings from that time?

MC: I know you must have been conflicted like that; a hundred times more conflicted than you are now, right?

Kiro: You're wrong.

Kiro's answer is very straightforward. I can't keep myself from feeling a little stunned.

MC: It's not right?

Kiro: Of course not. You want to know what I think when I'm being a "bad guy"?

MC: Very much.

I nod honestly-- This is something we'd tacitly agreed not to talk about, but now that the topic was brought up, it was impossible for me not to get curious.

Kiro smiles.

The next instant, all I feel is my hand being emptied and the goldfish slipping from my palm.

Ding-a-ling--

The colored glaze makes a pleasant melody during the sudden and violent impact. I find myself half-kneeling, pressed into Kiro's arms.

Our posture now is just as it was back then - just as powerful and just as dangerous.

What comes into view is the brilliant blond of his hair and his bewitching smile.

Kiro: I wasn't troubled at that time at all.

Kiro: I just wanted to...

He responds to me with practical actions.

Like biting a raspberry, Kiro easily captures my lips.

Different from how gentle Kiro usually is, his kisses get more and more aggressive, leaving me almost struggling for air.

MC: Kiro...

Numbing currents spread throughout my limbs, down to my very bones, almost making me incapable of holding myself upright. In the end, all I can do is let him pick me up.

Kiro: [huskily] There is a price to pay for curiosity, MC.

The light diffused by the glass traces the ends of his hair, like bright gold or brilliant silver.

It dazzles me.

——*:･ﾟ✧——*:･ﾟ✧——

Part 2: Here

#THE DEVELOPMENT WE DESPERATELY YEARNED FOR 😭💕#IT JUST GETS BETTER FROM HERE ON OUT #THIS DATE MIGHT ACTUALLY BE A GAME CHANGER FOR FUTURE KIRO DATES ASDFGHJKL #mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc kiro

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eywathemother · 1 year

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Whispers n' foes Chapter 1

Ship: Neteyam x Grace's Daughter!Reader

Warnings: Language, Violence, Enemies to Lovers, Reader suffering from depression, Slowburn

Words: 2,515

Keys: (y/n) = your name,

Chapters: Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 ||

@aonungs-mate

Some Avatar: The Way of Water Spoilers; but does not follow the original script. No taglist!!

Hopefully this is not too similar to my Aonung fic, I just had motivation to write this. Hope you like it!! Also I lied, I posted this a little later than I meant to. WHO'S EXCITED FOR ATWOW!!!!! I KNOW I AM

Bare with me please, at the end I have a severe migraine and so some of the things I said probably not make sense. THEY MADE SENSE TO ME OKAY, in the morning I might go back over it and fix it if I made any mistakes, but for now you'll have to translate any of my mistakes as best of you can. I did try my hardest to fix most of them though, so it might not look hard.

You remembered talking to Parker about creating a clone of yourself. You were willing to be their lab rat for this and they were comfortable of the thought of an efficiently built Na'vi clone that was loyal to them. Being the daughter of the world's greatest Pandora scientist, the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

You had practically begged Parker to allow you to try your equation to create one of the most natural looking Avatar's. Of course, you weren't going to take this situation lightly. You knew it cost billions of dollars to create an Avatar, that's why most of your free time outside of your homeschooling was in the lab creating this.

You had created a memory chip, in order for the clone to work. You had hoped that you would be alive to study your clone if they ever decided to make it. As the video of you talking and explaining began to reach it's end, your clone...no, you, you let out a sorrowful sigh.

Your death had happened, as much as you wanted to deny. But why? How on Earth did you, a nerdy, cooped up teenage scientist die? You weren't near war, you knew nothing of combat or how to hold a gun.

" Why did you clone me?" You asked, turning towards General Ardmore, who was standing behind you-watching you." Well look at your body, it's the most efficient Avatar we've seen to date." She paused the video of you explaining something that had lost your interest awhile ago.

" But the issue is, we can't seem to find the notes you used to help create the Avatar DNA." You nodded, rubbing your chin with your right hand. You had four fingers, four toes, and no eyebrows: the main problems of the Avatar bodies. Of course, you still had some odd humanly features, like your body was more human-like, less skinny and bit more fat where the Na'vi tend to be more muscular in. Your ears were a bit more round at the tip and your eyes were a tad smaller. Though, you could easily claim odd genetics, and some might not even notice.

This intrigued you; you don't even remember making your notes. You wanted to know exactly what you did to create such an odd but more natural Avatar." And you need me to recreate the notes for you?"

" Yes, we've had some close ones; cloned with one less finger or no eyebrows, but we've yet to reach your level of genius." She smiled, bumping your shoulder.

" Grown scientists couldn't figure out a child's equation?" You raised a brow at her and she mimicked your face." Well, you are a prodigy born from a prodigy." You turned around in your chair, facing her a bit more." Wouldn't it all be documented in a system somewhere, you can check back on that stuff, correct?"

" Well, that would be the case if the stuff hadn't been erased." She sighed, she moved on her feet." By who?" There must've been several people in on some plan to erase so much data and information.

" Dr. Max Patel and Dr. Norm Spellman had completely corrupted and ruined the files related to your research and more," She began to explain, a bitter look appearing on her face." But Jake Sully was the leader of their group and the one who initiated the attacks on us."

" Jake Sully?" You asked, furrowing your forehead, much like you would do with your eyebrows. You've heard the name being whispered since you awoke, but you didn't know who it was.

" He was human..but whatever got to his head made him turn on his own race. He was the one who lead the attack on our soldiers, killing many of our men and women. Including you and your mother."

As soon as the last sentence left her mouth, you felt as if you were suffocating. Nobody had given you a name or even a thought that you and your mother had been murdered. You raised the oxygen mask to your face and took a big, long breath.

" How do you know it was this, Jake Sully?" You asked, and she nodded, beginning to pull up something on the computer." Grace had went missing around the time Jake and Norm had stolen one of our aircrafts with the help of Captain and ex-Marine, Trudy Chacón. When we had found Grace's body there was a bullet wound that matched the gun of Jake Sully."

She brought up pictures of the bullet side by side comparison, as well as an image of who you assumed was Trudy with a gun, running behind your mother who looked worried and frightened. But, it didn't look right. Something was off, but that worry flew right to the back of your head.

You didn't care, you had someone to blame for your mother's death, you had a fixation now that could keep you from falling into a worse depressive hole than you already fell into. You ignored your gut feeling so that you could find comfort somewhere, even if it was revenge that was your solace.

3 months later+

" I'm sure you already know about Colonel Miles Quaritch." Ardmore waved towards the cloned Colonel next to her." You will be accompanying him on his mission to the old battlefield. The shuttles that were used by Jake are there, the one I had showed you is the only one we have found so far. You are there to help navigate the forest and help with any technological difficulties they might have."

" Yes, ma'am." You bit back a grin; you were ecstatic about finally being able to get out onto the field. You had been helping them track Jake, as well as figure out defensive and offensive strategies to protect the cargo.

Some had worked, but eventually Jake and his followers found a way around it, which aggravated you. How come he just didn't die, he's just like a cockroach.

After a heavily boring speech from Ardmore, you found yourself walking a few steps behind Quaritch. He seemed rather annoyed that he was bringing a child on his mission, he had voiced his concerns about them even recom'ing you, but they waved him off. In his opinion, if you turned once (which you weren't-and planned to never be-aware of), then you would most likely do it again.

He also didn't think your presence was needed, but Ardmore had grown a bit soft with you and you were practically begging to go into the forest. She allowed it of course, he always thought you were a spoiled brat with no discipline, everyone always falling for your puppy eyes. And now that you're twice your size, you were constantly breaking things and whacking people. You were never one to watch your surroundings, you were the clumsiest person he'd ever met.

So, imagine his horror when he found out he'd be the one to babysit you. Not just on this mission, but you would be placed within his section of the building with his team. If he could walk out, he would've, he didn't favor children-hell even his comrades were pushing his patience.

After walking and talking a bit with Ardmore, she eventually left leaving you and Quaritch in awkward silence. Honestly, being in the presence of a trigger happy, murderous marine recom, made you uneasy. The damage he had done to the forest and to the Omatikayan people was monstrous, and even if those were the people you were fighting against now you still sympathized with them. You had heard him before talking loud and proud about what he had done to his friends, and it really dented any professional relationship you had wished to have with him.

" So, when will we leave?" You asked, breaking the awkward silence with an awkward question. You folded your hands behind your back and eyed him from your peripheral view. " We leave in an hour, get packed and ready quick I don't wait for laggy's." His voice was curt and short, stabbing through the thick awkward air with a sharper suffocating tone.

You scrunched your face in displeasure, scoffing under your breath as you turned sharply around towards your dorm." What a bunch of baloney, you could've just said that before we walked past my room." You snapped at him from over your shoulder.

" If yer goin' to talk that way to me lil' lady, then we'll have to rediscuss the decision to let you out on the field." He sneered and you rolled your eyes not responding to his bite back.

Before you had gotten onto the helicopter, Quaritch chastised you for being snippy with him earlier and how if it were to happen again you would immediately be removed from his team.

Of course, you just rolled your eyes and ignored everything he said. " The forest is dangerous"" ya' need'a follow my commands" blah,blah,blah. He loved to talk, especially when the talking was one-sided, it only made him more aggravating to be around.

The ride was silent, nobody really chatted much, and you didn't get to know their names very well, so you were kind of blanked. You just enjoyed the ride, the fresh air, watching the bird's fly past.

Unbeknownst to any of you, Lo'ak, Tuk, Kiri, and Spider were adventuring their way to the spot close to where you planned to land. Which when you did land, you almost jumped out of the Helicopter as it was landing.

" Woah now, slow you horses." Quaritch warned you, gripping the back of your collared shirt as you tried to jump from the Helicopter." Now, I want you to stay close and alert ya hear, nobody is dyin' today." He gripped his belt, hoisting it up a bit, like those old cowboys do in the old westerns.

" Ya' stay with one of us, ya' won't die. But, if ya' wander off, yer on yer own til' we can find ya'...n' believe me when I say, ya' do not wanna wander off. So keep ya' feet planted with us and yer science-nerdy impulses to a minimum." He ended his little speech with a heavy hand to your shoulder, forcing a response out of you.

" I hear you loud and clear, cowboy." He shrugged, then pulled a gun from a bag on one of the seats." This is yer's now, no better time to learn to use one." He hopped out of the motionless." Let's move out!" He signalled for everyone to follow him, their guns at the ready.

" Fucking baloney man, I've never even held one before." You grumbled to yourself, luckily you were in the back, so mister trigger happy couldn't hear you. The bald one did though, and he turned." It's pretty easy, just point and shoot."

" Yeah, I bet it's reaaal easy for you, bald eagle." You snickered a bit to himself, and his brows furrowed." It's because I'm American huh." He pointed to himself, and you shrugged." Also, cuz you're like...bald." You raised your hands in a shrugging motion and the only other girl in the group pushed your hands down.

" Hey now, let's not get overzealous and start shooting practice early." She popped a bubble gum and gave you a smirk." If you see Jake feel free to begin then."

" Oh ha ha." you rolled your eyes and turned your head towards a plant you've never seen in person before." Hey cool! Look it's a-"

" If you're about to go on a nerd rant about a plant, keep it to yourself." Quaritch snapped quickly and you scowled at his back. It fell silent again until you got to one of the pods. It was obviously abandoned, covered in dirt and plants growing around it and inside. The glass was shattered, and you noticed a crushed link unit, seem to be done by the AMP suit that was laying on the ground.

You approached the AMP suit, looking at the skeletal remains resting inside of it. Then you saw something rustle in the bushes, snapping your head towards the sound you saw a few tails of the Na'vi disappear behind some bushes. You heard whispering as you slowly approached that spot, looking over your shoulder to see the others hovered around a spot near the pod.

Moving the bush to step through, you held your gun tightly to yourself. You heard whispers, so far you could tell it was three people. You peaked your head enough to see who was there. There were two old Na'vi, a younger, and then weirdly enough a human was next to the Na'vi boy.

The boy was whispering to himself, or into an earpiece. You noticed the children had on old throat comms on, about 15 years old, which was around the time Jake had turned against the RDA.

You had no idea what to do, you knew you should probably use your gun but honestly, what was so threatful of a few kids. Before you could make up your mind, the older girl turned her head to the side. She immediately caught the tip of your head peaking out of a bush to look at you.

She gasped a bit, tapping the other boy who turned and looked at you. She gripped the little girl and you awkwardly moved back into the bush. You watched through an opening in the bush to watch as they quietly but quickly moved further away from you.

" Baloney." You whispered, watching as they escaped, but honestly you were more worried for yourself at that moment as you heard Quaritch annoyingly shouting your name.

Rushing back, you accidentally caught your foot on a root that was peaking from the ground. Falling on your face, you let out a pained groan.

" Where the hell was you!" Quaritch shouted, picking you up from the ground by your collar. Placing you on your feet he got in your face, having to kneel down a bit to meet your eye." I told ya kid..do NOT wonder off, stay with one of us!! We saw some people lurkin' around here." he stood up correctly as you looked at the ground, a bit of embarrassment and annoyance covering your face.

" Boss, they are over here!" You heard one of them shout and you knew they were talking about the kids. Your ears went back a bit, but Quaritch ignore it. He thought your reaction was out of embarrassment from being scolded.

" Let us do our job. You can either stay here then when we're done we'll take ya back and talk about whether to keep ya in the feild or you can stay with one of us and continue to come with us out in the forest." He didn't let you respond as he stormed off down towards the rest of the group as you stood in place.

You didn't want to see what they planned to do, you knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. You also were embarrassed from being scolded, he had no right, he's not your father. You made your decision to make your way towards them.

#atwow #avatar the way of water #avatar #atwow x reader #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #avatar neteyam #neteyam avatar #neteyam #neteyam x you #neteyam imagine

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The Final Problem pt 1

🎵It's the Fi-inal Proble-em🎶diddle-uh duh! Diddle-uduhduuuh!🎵

And now that's going to be stuck in my head all week.

I have seen multiple adaptations of this story and I believe I have read it twice in the original as well as having used it a few times for reference back in my days hanging out in the Sherlock comms on lj. So I know it pretty well. No rampant speculation this time, although there may be several highly inappropriate memes. I'll see what I can do.

It is with a heavy heart that I take up my pen to write these the last words in which I shall ever record the singular gifts by which my friend Mr Sherlock Holmes was distinguished.

Ah, here we find the true dichotomy of Watsonian vs Doyleist, as depicted in the diagram below.

My hand has been forced, however, by the recent letters in which Colonel James Moriarty defends the memory of his brother, and I have no choice but to lay the facts before the public exactly as they occurred.

ANOTHER FUCKING COLONEL! Colonels are the worst. I'm sure that at some poitn in his life ACD was in some way drastically wronged by a colonel in the British army whom he never forgot or forgave. Not a Major or a Lieutenant or a Captain, but definitely a Colonel.

Also, I thought Professor Moriarty was also called James. Did their parents just lack imagination? Or could they not be bothered to learn more than one name. Does it matter which child turns up, as long as one of them does? Is James just the name that ACD uses when he can't think of any others?

I alone know the absolute truth of the matter...

Are you sure about that, Watson? I feel like maybe there's like... one tiny thing you don't know. Just one. Absolutely minuscule thing. Not important at all. Barely worth knowing.

It may be remembered that after my marriage, and my subsequent start in private practice, the very intimate relations which had existed between Holmes and myself became to some extent modified.

Literally the other day you were living with him in Baker Street again, and it seems like you spent more time with Holmes in the months after your marriage than you did with your wife or at work, so I'm not sure that starting this true account of events off with a bald-faced lie is the best course of action, but sure.

Reading these stories in this order and seeing with complete clarity that ACD paid no attention to his past writing with regards to timeline and continuity is kind of funny. There were only three cases in 1890? I'm sure we've had more than three cases give us specific dates in 1890. I can't remember exactly when he got married, but it wasn't that long before 1890 (1888 wikipedia tells me, and many stories take place in that nebulous 'months after I was married' period. The timeline is honestly just chaos. One of the last stories was set in 1892, which from the date of this story is clearly impossible, so... Watson just makes up the dates to suit his own agenda?)

I received two notes from Holmes, dated from Narbonne and from Nîmes...

Now that I know he was recently in Nimes, I am going to be picturing Holmes in a pair of jeans for the rest of this story. That's just how it is. Sorry. And before you say it's anachronistic, denim trousers became popular in the 1870s in the states, iirc, so it's entirely plausible.

"...I must further beg you to be so unconventional as to allow me to leave your house presently by scrambling over your back garden wall."

Watson I have come to close your shutters, smoke a cigarette and climb over your backwall, and I'm all out of shutters and cigarettes.

"Is Mrs Watson in?" "She is away upon a visit." "Indeed! You are alone?" "Quite." "Then it makes it the easier for me to propose that you should come away with me for a week to the Continent."

Oh, and also to invite you on an impromptu romantic getaway to the continent, seeing as your wife's not around. I'm in fear for my life, but it's going to be great fun.

Watson suggesting that this is an 'aimless holiday' is odd. Watson, if your friend comes to you and admits that he's afraid of being shot and has been in a fight, wants to leave your house in an unconventional manner that will help him avoid being seen and simultaneously suggests you leave the country. It might be connected. The destination is clearly less important than the departing.

"You have probably never heard of Professor Moriarty?" said he.

This reveal was kind of spoiled for modern readers with the Colonel's name earlier, which is a bit of a shame. But I guess ACD had no idea that Moriarty would become such a household name that just this in itself would be able to make readers a century on go 'Oh!' Still a pity, though. Having that whole 'in danger for his life' thing and THEN the Moriarty reveal would be a better build up for modern readers.

"His career has been an extraordinary one. He is a man of good birth and excellent education, endowed by nature..."

👀

"...with a phenomenal mathematical faculty."

What is an 'army coach'? I mean, I know what I feel like it means, but I fail to see how it would be a good job for a professor of mathematics. Did he coach them in maths?

"He is the Napoleon of crime, Watson. He is the organiser of half that is evil and of nearly all that is undetected in this great city. He is a genius, a philosopher, an abstract thinker. He has a brain of the first order. He sits motionless, like a spider in the centre of its web, but that web has a thousand radiations, and he knows well every quiver of each of them."

Me, trying to find the most ridiculous gif of Macavity from Cats (2019): There's so. many. to choose from.

"Again and again he strove to break away, but I as often headed him off. I tell you, my friend, that if a detailed account of that silent contest could be written, it would take its place as the most brilliant bit of thrust-and-parry work in the history of detection."

When I first realised that Moriarty appears in only 1 of the Sherlock Holmes stories, I was kind of astonished, because he always seemed like he must have been a recurring nemesis to have made such an impact on the canon. But no, it really is just this story and ACD gives him a lot of hype. It leaves a lot of space in the narrative, and as we all know, the plot holes are where the fanfic gets in. Sherlock Holmes, I believe, is the most adapted character in English literary history. More than Robin Hood, more than King Arthur, more than any Shakespeare play. And you've got to wonder if part of that is because of the gaps in the narrative that are mentioned, but not fleshed out.

I wonder if, at the time, there were Sherlock Holmes fan groups who pored over past cases trying to find evidence of Moriarty's hand in previous stories. I bet there were people scribbling their own ideas of what happened between Moriarty and Holmes and reading them to their friends and family in the evenings. Just as I bet, after this story, a million fix it stories were written/told. I've never heard of any existing, but it feels like there must have been.

"I was sitting in my room thinking the matter over, when the door opened and Professor Moriarty stood before me."

"His appearance was quite familiar to me. He is extremely tall and thin, his forehead domes out in a white curve, and his two eyes are deeply sunken in this head. He is clean-shaven, pale, and ascetic-looking, retaining something of the professor in his features. His shoulders are rounded from much study, and his face protrudes forward, and is forever slowly oscillating from side to side in a curiously reptilian fashion."

Police officers are mammalian and criminal masterminds are reptilian. Good to know.

"'You have less frontal development that I should have expected,' said he, at last. 'It is a dangerous habit to finger loaded firearms in the pocket of one's dressing-gown.'"

"You have a small head." Interesting opening line. Although it is fair to say that he's right about the gun. Not best practice.

"'All that I have to say has already crossed your mind,' said he. "'Then possibly my answer has crossed yours,' I replied."

These lines are iconic, but also, as someone who has written on occasion, also genius. Why bother trying to work out a suitably intelligent and ominous conversation when you can do this instead and have it work ten times better. It's a lovely bit of writing.

"'You crossed my path on the 4th of January,' said he. 'On the 23d you incommoded me; by the middle of February I was seriously inconvenienced by you; at the end of March I was absolutely hampered in my plans; and now, at the close of April, I find myself placed in such a position through your continual persecution that I am in positive danger of losing my liberty. The situation is becoming an impossible one.'"

I do also love this matter of fact little summary, where Moriarty has clearly had his thesaurus open at the word 'blocked' and just picked words at random. The exasperation and yet strange calm of having this all written down in his diary is great. Moriarty is very well constructed as a character.

He goes on to say 'tut, tut' as well, which is just such a supercilious, condescending little thing to say. He is eminently hateable, and yet simultaneously has done nothing actually wrong on page.

Holmes refers to him as Mr Moriarty to his face and Professor Moriarty to Watson, which is a nice little bit of pettiness. Technically he isn't a professor any more, but just that little bit of disrespect to his face. Beautiful.

"I took a cab after that and reached my brother's rooms in Pall Mall, where I spent the day."

Oh hai, Mycroft!

So far, Holmes has escaped death 3 times today. So he's doing pretty well.

I do find it odd that with so many days advance warning, Moriarty can't find another way to not be arrested on Monday that isn't killing Holmes. Can't he just... stop whatever thing is happening on Monday?

"The practice is quiet," said I, "and I have an accommodating neighbour. I should be glad to come."

The return of Watson's accommodating neighbour, the true unsung hero of these tales. There had better be a fanfic on AO3 that's a bystander POV of Watson's long-suffering doctor neighbour and all the times Waton pops his head in and says 'I have to have adventures today, you don't mind keeping an eye on my practice do you, old chum? Splendid! See you in a week!'

I'm sure all of Holmes instructions about how Watson should get to the station are justified, but they are also very funny.

"...dash through the Arcade, timing yourself to reach the other side at a quarter-past nine."

Ah yes, I know exactly how quickly to run through the arcade to make sure I get to the other side at exactly quarter past nine. Who doesn't?

This is only a two parter, and the next part is due tomorrow, it says, rather than on Tuesday. So, everyone get your mourning bands ready.

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Final Problem #long post #I'd apologise for the Cats (2019) gif #but I'm not sorry #There might be more tomorrow

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Severing the Ties

based on this post bc i wanna make everyone sad after the exciting morning we’ve had. :)

Word Count: 891

nothing too drastic, just a lot of angst.

He’s not sure where his ghouls are. There hasn’t really been enough time in between the current events to allow him that knowledge. All he knows is that he’s gained himself an extra five minutes, something that was done through a massive amount of negotiation. Or more along the lines of Copia being a blubbering and begging mess until the unknown ghouls around him agreed.

“Five minutes.” One of them had growled out to the sobbing man at their feet. And that was all the permission he needed.

Copia jumps to his feet and rushes down the hall as quickly as his aged body will allow him. He only stops when he is in front of the door, taking a moment to ground himself with a deep breath or two.

The door creaks as he opens it and makes his way inside. Two small beds adorned each side of the room, one of his daughters quickly asleep in each. Copia seats himself on the edge of Athaliah’s bed, his eldest daughter.

It takes a moment but her tiny eyes flutter open with a yawn. “Papa!” Her voice is quieted by another yawn. A tiny hand rubs at her eye as she sits up and pushes her hair from her face. Her joy suddenly seems to fall as she takes in his solemn expression. “What’s wrong?”

He swallows thickly. Copia hadn’t spent much time giving a thought to an excuse as to why he was waking her up in the middle of the night. “Papa has to go away for a little while.” It comes out sadder than he wants. The goal is to make this goodbye a good one. If you can actually even call it that. Somehow telling your kids bye with the knowledge that you’re going to be dragged to your death doesn’t sound too comforting.

“Right now?” She tilts her little head. Athaliah glances at her alarm clock off to the side. 1:30 am. “It’s still dark outside.” She says this like it’s the most logical explanation as to why he should stay.

Copia’s upper lip twitches. “Something came up.”

“But you said you don’t go on tour again until next month.” Her little voice has an accusing tone to it. Rightfully so.

“Yea.” He clears his throat. “Turns out someone changed the date for that.”

“And time?”

Such a smart girl, Copia thinks. “Yea, and the time.”

“That doesn’t seem fair.” Her bottom lip sticks out.

“No, it doesn’t.” His smile is sad. “But that’s why I’m here now. That way you don’t wake up in the morning and can’t find me.”

“Oh okay.” Her smile returns. “I’ll wake up Accalia.”

“Wait,” Copia grabs her little arm before she wakes her sister. “Let her sleep, yea?”

“Why?” Confusion clouds her vision again. “You don’t want to tell her bye?”

He does. Copia really wants to tell her bye, but at the age of three he doubts she’ll remember him as much as Athaliah who’s six will. Or at least that’s what he tells himself and that it’s not the fact he knows she’ll cling to him until he is dragged out of the ministry. That seems more traumatizing than waking up with him gone, in Copia’s opinion. “You can tell her for me, si? You don’t want her to be cranky when she wakes up in the morning now do you?” He grins. “And we don’t want that, do we?”

“No!” Her response is quick and it drags a laugh from Copia’s throat. “You’ll bring something back for us?” By now she’s clinging to his arm, looking up into his face.

“Don’t you have enough toys?”

Her brows furrow. “But you always bring back the best ones.”

“Someone sounds a little spoiled.” Copia adds as he tickles her. He quickly shushes her when her squealing laughter starts to get a little too loud. He looks at her and then points to her sister, placing a finger over his mouth to signal her to be quiet.

Her giggles start to quieten down when he tucks her back into bed, blankets snug around her. Copia tries to pull away but Athaliah winds her tiny arms around his neck. “You don’t have to bring me anything back, Papa. I know you get busy.” When she pulls back Copia feels like he’s going to be sick. Her expression is so genuine and understanding. He unwinds her arms a little quicker than he’d typically do, but her expression doesn’t change, even as he places a kiss on her head.

He’s cutting it short, exceptionally short if he’s being honest with himself. The last thing he wants is her to see him flocked by a pack of unknown ghouls. Copia has his hand on the doorknob when he hears her again.

“You’ll call every night?”

He chews his bottom lip, looking back at her. “Si. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

There’s a faint smile on her face as she yawns, getting comfortable again. “I love you Papa.”

“I love you too, topolina.” He’s glad the light from the hall obscures his features because he knows he looks terrible. “Whenever you miss me just remember that I’m with you always.” The last part he whispers as he closes the door, separating him from the two most important things in his life.

#the band ghost #yall see what i did there #please like me #ghost bc #ghost band #okay to reblog i guess #i need a dad copia tag huh #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #skywarpie writes

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Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy || Chapter 4 || Eddie Munson

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Y/N Henderson || I used she/her pronouns, but there is no actual physical description, so the pronouns can be switched with whatever anyone wants or prefers!

Summary: he is realising he is actually falling in love. and she's just her normal anxious self.

Warnings: talk of trauma, anxiety, nightmares, overthinking, and a car accident (not in detail). swear words; mutual pining; Steve being a douche, again, but then also Steve being the cutest, overprotective bff; fluff and bad writing.

WC: 6071 (and we're back to not being able to know where to stop while writing)

A/N: Once again, thank you everyone for the love and support! it really makes me feel special and appreciated! this story as become particularly important to me, and I really hope I can continue writing it for a long time! Another thing that I wrote in the post with the preview: Y/N's trauma is linked to her father. Since we know nothing about Mr Handerson from the series, I took the liberty to write my own version, and I always thought he had died, and that was why Mrs Henderson has kept her husband's last name. I hope this won't be a problem for anyone.

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Disclaimer: this gif has nothing to do with the chapter, it just fit with the time frame and I love it so much, I wouldn't have known when to use it otherwise lol <3

“Darling, your friends are waiting for you.” Y/N’s mother said, peaking behind her bedroom door, as a car was honking insistently outside of her house.

She huffed. “I know, mom. I can hear them.” She finished tying her shoelaces and got up from the bed, picking up her backpack and making her way outside. “Oh, by the way, tonight I’m at the basketball final. Robin is playing with the band, so I’m going there as moral support.”

“No worries, I’ll see you when you get home.” Her mom gave her a quick kiss on her cheek, brushing a few rogue strands of hair out of her face. Y/N hated when her mom did it, but also found it endearing. Afterall, it was her way of taking care of her, and, well, she didn’t allow her to do much else for her, so she let her do that. “Say Robin ‘good luck’ from me, will you?”

“Sure, mom!” She yelled, already making her way out of the door, not before grabbing a slice of toasted bread from the table. She ran outside and into Steve’s car, the piece of bread hanging from her mouth as she put her bag on the seat next to hers. “Sorry, guys.”

“It’s okay, just…” Steve turned around and handed her a tissue. “Don’t get crumbs inside the car, I had it washed yesterday.”

With a confused look on her face, Y/N moved her eyes between Steve and Robin. “He has a date tonight.” Robin explained, looking at her through the vanity mirror, as she put on her mascara.

“What? I thought we were going to go cheer on Robin!”

“I am! I’m just going to take a someone with me. You know just in case you were taking your boyfriend…”

Y/N didn’t need to look at Steve in the face to know he was mad. He obviously still wasn’t over her date with Eddie from the day before. “He is not my boyfriend.” She sighed, rolling her eyes.

“Not yet!” Robin chuckled, winking at her. Thanks, dude, for the support, but you’re not helping right now.

“And he’s got Hellfire Club tonight, so he wouldn’t have been available nonetheless.” She raised her shoulders, leaning back on the seat. Steve’s car felt nothing like Eddie’s. Eddie’s van was tall, with dark leather seats that almost hugged her and begged her not to leave. Steve’s, on the other hand, was low, so low that she hit her head at least 40% of the times she tried to get in or out, and the polyester seats weren’t exactly the most inviting. A part of her, a big part of her almost wished she had accepted Eddie’s offer from the prior night.

“You know, my offer still stands” Eddie smiled, holding her hand in his and gently playing with her fingers.

“Which offer?” Y/N’s back was pressed against the leather of the back of the passenger seat. They had been parked in front of her house for almost 40 minutes at that point, neither of them really wanting to let the other go.

“I could drive you to school, if you wanted to.” He wouldn’t look up, but she could tell his cheeks were turning slightly red.

Y/N bit her lip, trying to keep a smile from exploding on her face. “You know I would love that, I have already told you, but…”

“It’s late and you have no way of telling Harrington not to come and pick you up without waking up his entire household or having him yell at you because he hates me and he thinks I would do things to you.” Eddie was disappointed. And she could hear her own heart breaking at that sight.

“But, on Saturday, we can spend the entire day together.” She squeezed his hand, trying to gain his attention. “We could stay in at my place, or at yours – we can decide tomorrow.” She smiled. “We can watch a movie, we can order pizzas, we can write the story for Hellfire.” She moved closer to him, placing a hand on his cheek. And only then she realised how soft his skin was, despite the shy stubble making its way on his face. And warm. His skin was warm. “You could even teach me how to play D&D or guitar, if that’s something you’d like.”

He finally looked up. And when their eyes met, a bashful smile appeared on his lips. Y/N fought with all of her body and all of her will the urge to jump on him and kiss him. “I would love that.” Eddie’s voice came out almost like a whisper, as if he didn’t want to wake up an invisible person laying on the backseat.

“So, his stupid club is more important to him than to spend time with you? Wow, Y/N, you found yourself the perfect man.” Y/N hated Steve’s sarcasm, especially when it was directed towards her.

“Dustin and Mike are also part of the club.” Y/N raised her voice.

“And they’re 14! Munson is like 20! And he still plays that stupid game!”

Y/N was on the verge of exploding, but luckily, Robin stepped in right at the exact moment. “Guys, can we please talk about something else for a moment? It is 7 in the morning, we have this stupid pep rally, and I woke up looking like a total corpse!”

“Oh, you’re worried about a basketball pep rally? You expect us to believe that?” Steve said, sarcastically.

“Yeah, so?” Robin acted as if the two sitting in the car with her weren’t her best friends.

“So, we all know what this is about, okay? We’re not going to buy that bullshit. This is about Vickie!” Y/N moved to the edge of the seat, trying to get as close to the other two as possible.

“Absolutely not!”

“Yes, it is!” Steve and Y/N exclaimed in unison.

“And you know what else I think?”

“I really don’t care what-” Robin tried to stop Steve from talking, but they all knew that when he started, he was like a train, and there was no way of stopping him.

“I think you gotta stop pretending to be someone else when you’re around her. Okay? You just gotta be yourself.”

“You’re literally quoting me to me. You do realise that?”

“Well maybe you need to listen to yourself! You ever think about that, smarty pants? I listened to you, and now look at me. Boom, back in business!” Y/N couldn’t help but smile at that interaction. It was moments like that which reminded her why she loved Steve.

“It’s not the same thing. And you know that. You ask out a girl and she says no. Big deal. Nothing happens. Maybe your ego’s a little bruised. But I ask out the wrong girl and, bam, I’m a town pariah.” Robin wasn’t wrong. Outside of the three of them, no one really knew about Robin’s sexuality, or hers, for that matter. When it was just the three of them, it came easy to talk about it, maybe to even joke about it. But they all knew that other people wouldn’t be so accepting if they found out. So, Robin had every right to not agree with Steve.

“Yeah, I’d buy that, except Vickie is definitely not the wrong girl.”

“We just don’t know that; do we?”

“She returned Fast Times paused at 53 minutes, 5 seconds. Do you know who pauses Fast Times at 53 minutes, 5 seconds?” Steve moved his eyes between Robin, Y/N’s reflection in the rear-view mirror and the road. “People who likes boobies, Robin!”

“Ew, gross. Don’t say boobies!” Robin exclaimed, mimicking a disgusted face.

“Not a big deal, okay? I like boobies, you like boobies, Y/N also likes boobies sometimes, right?” Y/N chuckled, nodding. “Vickie likes boobies. Definitely!”

Robin continued shaking her head, constantly repeating that it wasn’t a good idea, that they weren’t sure about that. “I know, Roro.” Y/N put a hand on Robin’s shoulder. Roro was how she had started calling her for fun the first summer after they’d met. At first, Robin hated it. But then it started to grow on her, and it had eventually become her nickname. No one except for Y/N could use it. “But, as much as I understand your fear, Steve is not completely wrong.”

“Did you just say you agree with me?!” Steve put a hand on his chest, pretending to be completely surprised.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Harrington.” Y/N stuck out her tongue, then immediately returning her attention to her best friend. “If you really like Vickie, you could try and hint to her that you may be interested.”

“And how would I do that? You know I’m not good at flirting!” She exclaimed.

“Nor am I.” She sat back on the seat. “But he is, apparently.”

They both turned their heads towards Steve, and he smiled. “I’m better at something than both of you!” He said triumphantly, and Y/N didn’t want to blow out his flame, so she just let him be himself and gloat for a moment.

The rest of the ride was spent with Steve trying to teach Robin “tactics” on how to flirt with someone without making it seem obvious, but Y/N couldn’t care less about learning how to flirt. She just wanted to get to school as soon as possible, hoping to see him before class. So, as soon as they stopped in front of the main entrance, Y/N quickly bid Steve goodbye, before grabbing Robin by the hand and pulling her inside the building.

“Do we have somewhere to be?” Robin asked cluelessly.

“No, I just… I want to get to class quickly. I didn’t have time to finish my homework yesterday.” That last part came out almost like a whisper, and Y/N hoped her friends didn’t catch that, but she hoped in vain.

“You didn’t do your homework!?” Robin stopped in the middle of the corridor, looking at her, unable to hide the smile creeping on her lips. “Is it because of Eddie?” She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows up and down, or at least trying. Yeah, she wasn’t exactly the most coordinate person ever.

“I did do them! I just didn’t finish them…” Y/N grabbed once again her friend’s hand, starting to walk again. “And yes, it’s because of Eddie…” She tried to hide her blushing cheeks, but nothing escaped Robin’s radar.

“I knew it!” She laughed, doing a little dance that caught a few people’s attention. “How did it go? Tell me everything. I need to know if I was a good matchmaker.”

Y/N chuckled and shook her head, but told her about the date, nonetheless. She told her about the ride to his trailer, how he had tried making her feel as comfortable as possible; she told her about him holding her hand multiple times. She told her about him playing his guitar for her and him suggesting to learn how to play a song for her.

“Then it must be love!” Robin brought her hands together in front of her chest, as if she were a character out of one of those romantic comedies from the 50s or something.

“Shut up.” She laughed, giving her a gentle push with her shoulder. However, when their lockers finally came into view, Y/N froze on the spot, the hand that was holding onto her backpack’s strap tightening its grip.

“I’m just saying, I’m a great Cupid.” Robin chucked, and turned to look at her, but it was only then that she realise she had stopped walking a few meters back. “What are you doing?” She asked, trying to follow her gaze. But when she finally realise where she was looking, or rather who she was looking at, she smiled. “Prince Charming is waiting for you, dearie.” She linked their arms together and pulled her towards their lockers.

Eddie. She didn’t know why she had reacted like that, especially after spending a good part of her morning wishing to see him as soon as possible, or after having spent a good part of the night awake thinking back at the previous evening spent together, thinking about every word they had said to each other, his hand on her waists, him laying a few inches away from her, his hands, his fucking hands on that fucking guitar. Maybe that was it. Maybe that was the reason she froze when she saw him. She had spent the night fantasising about him touching her – not sexually, just touching her – his warm, calloused hands with all those cold metal rings on her cheeks, on her arms, holding her own hands. And now that they were there, together again, she didn’t know what to expect, she couldn’t predict what he was going to do.

“Munson! Fancy seeing you here!” Robin said, making their presence known not only to Eddie but to half of the people in the corridor.

Eddie looked up from whatever he was holding in his hands and smiled as soon as he met her eyes. Was he reading a book? Fuck me. “Ladies.” He slightly bowed his head, moving to the side to let them get to their lockers.

“Thank you, sir.” Robin replied, immediately fiddling with her own padlock.

Y/N walked to her locker in silence, with a shy smile on her face, but still unable to look at him in the eyes. “Hey.” She said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

“Hey, princess.” He smiled; a smile so big and bright that made her heart dance. She couldn’t deny the fact that she loved when he called her that, princess. It made her feel special. However, her heart stopped beating altogether for a few moments when she felt his arms around her. “I’ve missed you.” He whispered, so softly that only she could have heard him.

Needless to say, that not only her cheeks turned bright red, but so did her ears and neck, which luckily were hidden inside Eddie’s embrace. She raised her arms and wrapped them around his torso, burying her face in the space at the base of the neck, where it meets with the shoulder. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. Fuck, she loved that mixture of smoke, aftershave and leather. “I’ve missed you too.” She whispered against his skin, and could feel shivers travel down the man’s body.

That hug, which felt like it lasted forever and nothing all at once, eventually ended, and they both took a step back. Y/N tried to play it cool, as if that was completely normal and she didn’t feel weak in the knees, but when she turned to look at her best friend, she found her smirking and, once again, trying to wiggle her eyebrows up and down. Y/N wasn’t sure if she wanted to die right there or run away. But she didn’t do neither of them. She simply took a deep breath and opened her locker.

“So, Buckley, I hear you’re playing at tonight’s basketball game.” Eddie tried to make conversation with the other girl, as Y/N collected her stuff from the locker. However, when she briefly glanced at him, he was now leaning with a shoulder against the lockers, ankles crossed, arms crossed in front of his chest, and he was still holding a book in his hand. Fuck.

“Ehm, yeah. Being part of the band means cheering on the school’s teams at sport events.” She said. “I didn’t really realise that when I first signed up for band, though.”

“What did you think you would do?” Eddie looked at her, a mixture of confusion and amusement on his face.

“I don’t know, I just wanted to play an instrument.”

However, Y/N couldn’t help but keeping glancing at Eddie, trying to figure out what he was reading. It wasn’t King, because she knew he had already read every book he had published up until that moment, and she knew it wasn’t one of those she had suggested to him because she still had to take them to him. So, what was he reading?

“Princess?” Y/N was brought back to reality by his voice calling out for her. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, perfectly fine.” She smiled, closing her locker, frustrated by the fact that she still wasn’t able to read the title of the book. She needed to know. For… research purposes…

“Want to eat together during lunch break?” He tilted his head slightly to the side, studying her figure. It didn’t take him long to realise she was curious about his new book. But he wasn’t going to just show it to her, not yet at least.

She looked up to meet his eyes. “I would love to, you know that. But, as I already told you yesterday, Fridays during lunch break I have my sessions with Ms. Kelly.”

“Right, sorry.” He couldn’t help but smile when he noticed her eyes travelling back to the book. So, he took it as a game, and moved it under his arm, tilted just enough so that she could barely make out the name of the author on the spine. “This means that I won’t be seeing you until tomorrow then.”

Finally, she gave up, and moved her eyes to meet his. “Yeah… but we have big plans for tomorrow, right?”

“Oh yeah!” He smiled. “Buckley, did you know that tomorrow Y/N is starting her guitar lessons?”

Robin’s eyes widened. “What, really? With whom?”

“With me.” Eddie said proudly, and Robin couldn’t help but smirk. Again.

Sadly, that moment was interrupted by the ring of the bell echoing down the hallway, and warning everyone that the first period was about to start. Robin quickly bid goodbye to the two of them, running to her own first class, leaving them alone for a few last moments. Y/N looked at him in silence, with a soft smile on her lips. She didn’t want him to go. She wanted to stay there and talk with him. She wanted to sit on the floor, backs against the cold lockers, maybe her head on his shoulders, and him playing with her fingers like he did the night before in the car, when neither of them wanted to leave to go to bed. But if the previous night they could stay there, together, past her curfew, now they had to go to class. Y/N opened her mouth, as if she was going to say something, but no word came out.

So, Eddie took a step towards her, leaned forward and left a soft, warm kiss on her cheeks. His lips lingered there, on the side of her face, for a few seconds, moving towards her ear. “The book I’m read, it’s Howl’s Moving Castle.” He whispered with a smirk. When he pulled away, he saw her surprised look and couldn’t help but be proud of himself. “You like it, and my uncle had brought it home last week for some reason, so I thought I would give it a try.” He knew she was trying to keep herself from smiling. “So far I’m really liking it.” He winked.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck me. That was fucking hot. Just the idea of him reading in general was hot. But him reading a book just because she had told him she had liked it? That was too much for her. Definitely too much. Fuck. “I’m happy.” She smiled, forcing herself to keep calm and not just throw herself at him.

“Maybe tomorrow you’ll read a few pages to me.” He smiled. And that was it. That was the moment she realised there was no turning back. She was head over heels for him and there was nothing anyone could say or do to make her change her mind. “Now I have to run, tough.”

“Ye-yeah, sure.” She shook her head, trying to come back to reality completely. “Have a nice day.” She smiled, putting her books in the backpack and closing it, before placing it back on her shoulder. “Oh, and I hope you have a great final meeting tonight at Hellfire!” She exclaimed.

He knew Dustin had probably reminded her that tonight it was going to be the final chapter of their campaign, but the fact that she remembered that just made him go crazy. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to push her against her locker and kiss her. But he couldn’t. He wanted. But he couldn’t. “Yeah. Maybe I’ll call you when I get home and I’ll tell you about it.”

“Can’t wait.” She smiled. And he knew he had to go or else he would be late for biology, again. But he just wanted to stay there with her. “Okay, now we really have to go.” She laughed. He expected her to turn and walk away. Simple as that. But she didn’t. Instead, she pushed herself on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his cheek. “Bye.” She whispered, before actually turning around and walking to class.

Bye. The word never left Eddie’s lips, too lost in that warm sensation left behind by her lips pressed on his skin, to actually realise whether he had actually spoken the word or not. Fuck. He was falling in love with her.

When the bell that signalled the beginning of lunch break rang, everyone ran out into the corridors, jumping around, talking with their friends. And who could blame them? Not only it was Friday, but it was the last school day before spring break, which meant it was only a few hours left before an entire 10-day vacation. So, it was only right for them to be happy. However, Y/N wasn’t as happy as everyone else at the moment. She sighed, putting back her books in her backpack, then walked out of the classroom and made her way to Ms. Kelly’s office. She dreaded that moment. She hated going to sessions, especially there at school. She knew people were watching her every time she went into the office, and she knew people were also talking, because, as much as she had tried to keep it a secret, some people found out what had happened, nonetheless. But that’s the problem with living in a small town like Hawkins, right? Everyone eventually finds out. So, keeping her head low, Y/N reached the school’s councillor’s office and knocked, waiting for the signal to enter.

“Come in, Y/N” Ms. Kelly was kind as always, something she almost couldn’t stand anymore. “Take a seat.” The woman said as she took out her folder and a pen. “Tell me, how are you?”

Y/N let her backpack fall to the ground, before sinking into the chair right across from the woman. “’m good.” She wasn’t a fan of questions like this. What did she expect? That she would just blurt out everything that was on her mind? Did she actually remember why she was there?

“How have you been sleeping lately? Have you had any nightmare?” The woman asked as she took note of something on a paper. She hated when she took notes.

“Nope, no nightmares.” Her answers were cold.

Mr. Kelly looked up from what she was writing to look at her. “No nightmares because you’ve been sleeping well or no nightmares because you haven’t been sleeping at all?” Y/N sighed. It was obvious that the answer was that she hadn’t been sleeping, only taking power naps every now and then, but never really allowing herself to fully relax. “You know it’s not good for your health. You have to sleep.”

“If I sleep, I dream of that. Every time I fall asleep, I see the accident.” She started bouncing her leg. “Everyone blames me for the accident.” Her hands were now closed into tight fists. “It’s my fault if he’s dead. Everyone thinks that. And I can’t stand the memory.”

“No one blames you for your father’s death, and you know that.” Ms Kelly finally put down the pen she was holding in her hand. “That car came out of nowhere.”

“But I was there with him!” Y/N screamed, and she didn’t care if people in the hallway could hear. “I wanted to sing with him, and he got distracted.” Her eyes were now glossy, tears threatening to spill out. “He died. And I’m still here. Why?” Her voice broke.

“The car was hit on the driver’s side.”

“If I hadn’t insisted on singing that stupid song, he might still be here.”

“We don’t know that.”

“Yes, we do. He would have had enough time to notice the other car and he could have hit the brakes in time.” A tear rolled down her cheek, but she immediately stopped it. “It’s my fault.”

“Y/N, we have talked about this. It’s not your fault. And no one is blaming you for it.” Ms. Kelly sighed, getting up from her chair to move closer to her. “You have a wonderful family that loves you, and that is doing everything in their power to help you overcome this trauma. And you have friends, friends who love you and care for you.”

“What if my friends stay with me only because they pity me?” That was probably one of her biggest fears: people not being real with her. She loved her friends and her family; they were her strength. However, she couldn’t help but wonder if they actually felt the same about her.

“Have you ever tried talking to them about it? Have you ever tried asking them?”

“I’m not going to ask them, it’s stupid. They would just realise how fragile I really am and will want to leave me.” She kept her eyes fixed on her own shoes, not sure she wanted to look at the woman in the eyes.

Ms Kelly returned to her seat on the other side of the desk. “That’s the thing with friends: if they really love you, you can be vulnerable in front of them, and they will never judge you.” Y/N’s leg kept bouncing uncontrollably. But she knew the woman was right. She had read about it, and she had wrote about it. Robin came out to her and told her about her family problems. Steve had done the same. And no one had judged them. Why couldn’t she do the same? Why couldn’t she just tell them everything that was on her mind? Tell them about her fears, about how she felt about the accident? It was stupid. They would obviously look at her differently afterwards.

“You said you feel good. Is that true?” Ms Kelly’s voice interrupted her stream of consciousness.

Y/N eventually looked up, meeting briefly the woman’s eyes, only to move them immediately on the picture on the wall behind her. “Yes, in the last couple of days I’ve felt good.”

“Any reason in particular?”

There were two options now: she could either stay quiet and say a simple ‘no’, or she could tell the truth. She took a deep breath. “I’ve made a new friend.”

“That’s good, Y/N. Very good.” She could see in the corner of her eye the woman opening once again her folder and picking the pen back up. “Are they from school?”

“Yes. But I’m not going to tell you who they are.”

Ms Kelly chuckled under her breath, shaking her head. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t going to ask you. I just wanted to know if they are friends that you hang out with only at school, or someone that you can spend time with outside of school.”

Images from the previous evening popped into her mind, and she could feel her entire body start relaxing. It was only then, with the image of Eddie in her mind to calm her down, that she realised she was still squeezing her fists, so tight actually that she could now feel her palms burning where her nails pressed into her skin. She let go and licked her dry lips, hoping to bring back some hydration. “We hang out.” She said quietly. “We have plans for tomorrow, actually.”

“That is wonderful, Y/N.” She could feel the woman smiling. “Maybe this new friend will help you take a step forward.”

“Yeah, maybe.” A shy smile appeared on her lips, and she was glad the woman was too busy writing away to notice it.

Thankfully, the session didn’t last much longer, and soon she was free to go back to being her own anxious self, without someone studying her and taking note of her every move or word. She glanced at the clock on the wall, hoping to have enough time to go to the cafeteria and maybe say hi to Eddie and Dustin. But she didn’t even manage to take a few steps to get closer to the clock that the infamous bell rang and the hallway was once again flooded with the river of students rushing to their next class.

The rest of the day went by quite calmly; the teachers gave them a bunch of homework, as if they expected everyone to not go out and have fun during spring break to do them. Soon enough, the last bell of the day rang and she met outside with Steve and some girl, whose name she couldn’t really care about because, if she knew one thing, it was that whoever that was, she wasn’t going to last, especially given the fact that Steve was obviously still in love with Nancy Wheeler. But that was a talk for another day. Now they were there for Robin and Robin only, to support her and cheer on her. Yes, people would normally go to a basketball game to support their school, but Y/N didn’t really care about that, or the school in general. Being academic didn’t mean she had to like her own school. However, she did care about her best friend, and that was what was important.

Once she had enough of Steve’s flirting, she was lucky enough to sneak away and get a seat next to Robin, where they could talk without having to hear some random girl asking stupid questions or laughing without reason. Why Steve enjoyed going on dates with such dull people she would never understand, but she was never going to be the one to bring it to his attention. Not for now, at least.

Luckily, the end of the game came sooner than she could have hoped for, and Steve drove her home immediately after. “I have a terrible headache, Steve!” She lied. She just wanted to go home.

“Well, that’s what you get for sitting among the band.” He sighed, keeping his eyes on the road.

Sitting there, in the car, just the two of them, she couldn’t believe he had actually left his date to take her home. “You know I don’t hate you, right?” The words came out of her mouth without any warning.

Steve stayed quiet for a moment, biting down on his lip. Things between them hadn’t been the best in the last couple of days, and the main reason was Eddie. “I just want to protect you.” His voice was calm, warm. “You’re my best friend, Y/N. And I care about you. But you’re so reserved. I wish you would just talk to me more.” Y/N’s muscles tensed up. It was exactly what Ms Kelly was telling her a few hours before. “I’m not going to judge you. And it was wrong to get mad at you for going on a date with Munson, I know.” What was happening? Did Robin put him up to this? “It’s just… You’re right, I don’t know him. I only know what people say about him, and it’s not good things.” Y/N turned to look at the man sitting in the driver seat. “So, if you say he’s a good guy, I trust you. And if, one day, you would like to actually introduce us, I will be glad to change my mind about him.”

Y/N stared at Steve for a few seconds, a smile forming on her lips. “Thank you.”

“Just one thing.” Steve added, stopping the car in front of her house. He turned off the vehicle and turned to face the girl. “Good guy or not, if he hurts you-”

“You’re going to kill him, I know.” She smiled, before throwing her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. Yes, that was the reason Steve Harrington was her best friend.

Once she got inside the house, she checked on her mother, to see if she was already asleep, and then Dustin’s room, only to see if he was already back from Hellfire or not. However, his room was still empty, and so was the bathroom, so she assumed he was probably on his way home. She made her way into her bedroom, letting her backpack hit the carpeted floor with a muffled thud. She changed into some more comfortable clothes, a thrifted Sex Pistols t-shirt which looked way too big on her, and a pair of sport’s short. She then let herself fall on her bed, taking a deep breath. She was exhausted. And it wasn’t difficult to see or to understand why: she had been avoiding sleeping for quite a few nights at that point. She didn’t know if it was because the anniversary of the accident was coming up or if it was the stress of the upcoming exams, but the nightmares had started coming back. And she hated the feeling that was left there whenever she woke up in tears from one of them more than she hated the tiredness and exhaustion from the sleepless nights. So, she had deliberately chosen to not sleep, or at least try. However, that night it felt particularly difficult, she could feel her eyelids getting heavier and threatening to shut, she could feel her mind become absent like when you’re about to fall asleep. But she couldn’t let it happen. So, she got up from her bed and sat at the desk, pen and paper in front of her, ready to write something. But the inspiration wouldn’t come. She was too tired. She heard her brother come home, the floor creaking when he tried to be as quiet as possible, the soft thud of the door to his room closing. She looked around the room, looking for inspiration. Anything will do, she thought to herself. I’m up to writing a romantic story if that means I won’t be falling asleep. And she kept searching, looking for ideas. When, all of a sudden, she heard a car stop outside of her house. She didn’t think much of it at first, thinking it might have been the neighbours, or maybe Dustin had forgotten something in the Wheeler’s car, so she just brushed it off and went back to what she was doing. However, not more than two seconds later, she heard footsteps, someone running outside, through their lawn, getting closer and closer to the house, closer and closer to her room’s window. Fuck, what if it’s a burglar? Or worse, a murderer? Shit, is this how I’m going to go? With a t-shirt from a band I don’t even listen to? The sound got louder, and then it stopped. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s it, I’m going to die. She wanted to scream but she was too afraid. So, she grabbed the first thing she found, that being a copy of War and Piece by Lev Tolstoj she had recently gotten and left on the desk hoping to get to read it over the break. It’s not much, but if I aim right, I could knock him out for a few moments, she thought, as she took a few steps back from the window, which she was just realising she had left open. Good job, genius. That’s how you’re going to die, as someone so stupid to forget to close their own goddamn window. The door of the bedroom wasn’t that far behind her, so she could throw the book to distract the intruder and then run. Yes, that could work. Another sound came from right outside of the window, and she was ready to run, when a figure appeared and launched himself throw the opening. She was about to throw the book, when she recognised the bushy mane of the man lying on her bedroom floor. “Eddie?”

A/N: get ready for the next chapters, my dudes! it's going to be a rollercoaster! love you <3

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