#also i have no idea what i was doing with the text so if you see inconsistencies no you don't

[marlenesluv]

lando + dealing with his gf after cheating scandals

note: i do not view lando as a cheater in any way, shape, or form. but, amidst the new lando and magui rumors, i thought, “hmmm, what if these rumors circulated while he had a gf, aka reader, and it was because of lando and said gf not being public. so, mclaren needed pr for lando to be responsible, so they told him to go out with magui, EUGH, and yada yada you’ll get it!” also i changed locations and shit for the plot lol.

important note: it’s not okay to hate on magui, don’t do it. i don’t agree with what she’s done, but hate def isn’t the answer, especially with neither she, nor lando, gaf about what we have to say. i just used her since they have pics together so, you can imagine someone else if you’d like. the focus is lando x reader here :)

type: this is a head-cannon, but there’s mixes of smau.

pairing: lando norris x secret!gf!fem

warnings: angst but there’s fluff, dw

۵ being landos secret girlfriend was difficult at times.

۵ when you were alone at your shared house? easy. you could talk as loud as you wanted, cuddle on the couch for hours, you could be a real couple.

۵ but once lando left for the races, it’s like he was a stranger.

۵ you felt like a fan watching her crush on television. not a girlfriend.

۵ a girlfriend would be there, in person, supporting her boyfriend. she would be there in the paddock, just like lily was. watching alex and hugging him after a race. or like rebecca, smiling up at her boyfriend like he put the stars in the sky as he won a race.

۵ but you? you watched your boyfriend from the couch, working and making sure that he hadn’t crashed between emails.

۵ yeah, lando would text you and call you, but that’s not the same. not when all you want to do is be there for him in person.

۵ but you couldn’t. unfortunately, last time lando had a girlfriend they broke up. they broke up because of the fans. lando felt pressured to move quickly with her, and he didn’t really even want to date like that. he just wanted fun at the time.

۵ not with you, though. you were different. he loved you and knew from the second you two met at the bar that you were meant for him. he loved everything about you. and neither of you wanted fans or media to ruin it.

۵ but nothing everything is avoidable. hearts get broken, even when- no, especially when you least expect it.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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f1wagupdates: update!! lando has been spotted today with magui corceiro in australia after the grand prix! fans saw they saw magui attend the race as well, and now the two and being seen hanging out? do we hear a new wag coming? a new couple?

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user4: i mean…she’s messy but ok

user1: she’s prettyyyy holy shit

user77: isn’t she friends with kika??

user25: yes!

user3: he doesn’t look happy….

user90: meh

user41: looks forced

user2: my mannnnn

user0: honestly, he needed a new gf. he’s been single foreverrrrr

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

۵ and after those headlines popped up, you were done for.

۵ tears? flowing. tissues? everywhere. landos calls? declined.

۵ you frankly didn’t want to talk to him. the mere idea of him cheating on you made you suck to your stomach.

۵ but maybe it made sense. he wanted a public relationship now…maybe?

۵ lando knew he should have told you. he knew he should have told you that mclaren told him o hangout with her to help pr. to make him seem responsible after the grand prix.

۵ lando knew he fucked up. and after not answering his texts and checking instagram and seeing the gossip posts, he knew why. the tags were insane, and he was stressing.

۵ the only girl he loved didn’t want to talk to him, and he was thousands of miles away.

۵ all because of a stupid pr stunt.

۵ lando booked a flight home as he sent a text to magui:

lando norris: hey, magui. i know this pr thing was supposed to last, but i’m done.

magui: oh…ok?

lando: sorry. can you book a flight for yourself?

magui: i’ll ask kika

magui: tell your girlfriend i’m sorry

lando: ???

magui: you obviously have one, lando. it’s fine. i’m sure she’s beautiful

lando: she is

*lando has blocked this number*

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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landonorris: rumors are lame, so here’s the truth. i have a girlfriend, we’ve been dating for two years, and i love her with every fiber of my being. we’ve kept this relationship private for her safety and to go through everything as a pair, not in-front of the world. unfortunately, rumors spread, and they spread fast. but those rumors stem from mclaren pulling this pr move, one to make people think i was in a relationship to make me seem “responsible and mature.” whatever. i am, by the way. but i am in a relationship, not with magui though. i love you @y/n.user ❤️

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*only certain profiles can reply to this post*

y/n.user: oh my god. get home so i can smack you and then give you a kiss

landonorris: smack me??

y/n.user: you posted my TOES

oscarpiastri: double dates?

landonorris: well that’ll be thrilling

y/n.user: awwww that’s adorable yes

lilyzneimer: i just need to meet y/n too!!💞

danielricciardo: wow, he finally admits it

carlossainz55: i think everyone knew, mate. but ok!

charles_leclerc: congratulations! alex says she can’t wait to meet y/n!!

savnorris: bring her to christmas this year!!

landonorris: i will, don’t fret

olivernorris1: no one was “fretting”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

۵ lando loved you, and he had to prove it once his plane landed.

۵ cuddles for days, home cooked meals (to his best ability), movie nights, appreciation posts, etc.

۵ you moved on from the incident. you understood, especially after an explaining from zak, along with a run down of paddock rules.

۵ races were fun, you loved going and the fans loved you.

۵ oscar’s girlfriend, lily, was wonderful and you two got along perfect. so talking with her while lando and oscar races was nice.

۵ you weren’t fond of how you got here, but you were fond of being here.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

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[shanastoryteller]

Happy birthday!!!! More FMA!

He’s fucking tired.

In Xerxes, he’s Van Edris. In Xerxes, he’s the son of a former slave, having narrowly escaped being born into his father’s fate by virtue of him being awarded freedom by the time of his birth. In Xerxes, he’s an uncommon commodity, an alchemist with a skill that hasn’t been seen since his father fucked off to who knows where.

In Amestris, he’s Edward Elric. In Amestris, he’s the son of Trisha Elric who was born free and died free because while there are lots of different forms of freedom, in Amestris there’s one that everyone shares. In Amestris, he’s unknown and unremarkable and no one gives a fuck about what he does.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he says flatly.

This is what he gets for visiting his father’s country. It’s just fucking unfortunate that the really good alchemical texts are here.

He should have let Al (Van Altun, as they know him, even though the two of them having been using their Amestrian names almost their whole lives, regardless of what country they were in) do it. They’re not nearly as weird about him.

Pakor is alright, as far as kings go. He’s freed a lot of people, is poking at the laws of ownership that has governed his country for centuries to see if he can do anything about them without getting beheaded for it. He’s also known Ed since he was a barely able to walk, back when his father still made court appearances and brought the family along with him. Former slave against most talented alchemist in the country, and people tended to politely ignore the former. Hell, Ed’s been counting on the same thing since he was twelve.

Of course, now it’s coming back to bite him. People say he’s a genius, but if he was really smart he would have stayed far, far away from court. Like in Amestris, perhaps.

“You’re fluent in both languages,” Pakor says, coaxing.

“So are you,” he says accusingly. “We’re speaking Amestrian right now!”

Pakor sighs and switches to Xerxian. “You also speak Xingese and Drachman. You’re a difficult man to keep secrets from.”

“I’m also Amestrian!” he shouts. “And free, might I add! You can’t sell me off to slavery just to get some intel!”

“It’s not like we’ll brand you,” he says, affronted, and Ed is reminded that alright for a king is still pretty shitty. “We just need someone to do a little – double checking. To ensure the situation in Amestris is as it’s advertised.”

“You want to gift me to the Fuhrer to spy on him and you’re, what, just hoping he doesn’t notice that I understand everything and know everything and am, oh yeah, one of his citizens? I’ve been to Central before! With my luck, I’ll get recognized the first day here and then run out of Amestris! And, again, Amestris doesn’t have slaves! The leader of the country really can’t have one.”

Pakor sighs. “You’re very dramatic, Edris. It won’t be so bad. Here, I’ll say you’re my personal slave and that you’re on loan. It’ll be for cultural exchange purposes. He speaks Xingese, so you can communicate in that language without letting on you know Amestrian.”

Ed pinches the bridge of his nose. “This is a stupid fucking idea.”

“If you do this,” Pakor says, “I’ll give you the key to the royal library.”

Ed slowly lowers his hand, eyes narrowing. “I’ve been asking you to let me in there for years.”

“I figured I’d need to bargain it away eventually,” he says. “I was hoping you’d marry one of my daughters for it.” Having even light court obligations is bad enough, he’s in no way stupid enough to marry in. “You’re very difficult, you know. I’m your king. I shouldn’t have to bargain with you.”

“Tough shit,” Ed says, because Pakor may have known him for nearly twenty years, but that knowing goes both ways. Besides, he can’t piss him off because then he and Al will stop reparing all their shit bridges and infrastructure. “Fine. But if I lose my Amestrian citizenship over this, I’m going to be pissed.”

“Noted,” Pakor says brightly.

Uhg.

It doesn’t help that everything he’s heard about Fuhrer Mustang makes the man sound insufferable.

#ling shows up halfway through this deception and is like hi ed why are you dressed like that and why are you talking like that #and ed has to strangle a prince of xing to keep his fucking mouth shut #every second he's ever spent at court was a mistake #al and winry are pulled between being appalled about this whole thing and thinking it's the funniest thing they've ever heard #prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #fma

[withwritersblock]

Lover Boy-The First Date

~Lover Boy by Phum Viphurit~

Author's Note: never once in my life have I gone to a Top Golf but I've seen many dates on TikTok occur there. Also he's so soft in this gif like be fr Summary: Y/N and Luke go on their first date Warnings: awk Word Count: 2,275 Luke Hughes x Edwards sister!reader

She was laying on her bed, staring towards the movie on the screen. Nessa was rambling on about something that had happened during her study group. In all honesty, Y/N wasn’t listening to a single thing she was saying because her mind was filled with the events that occurred earlier in the night.

She couldn’t get the feeling of his lips on her skin off of her mind. Or the way his hands delicately ran along her skin with so much respect and need at the same time. They didn’t do anything serious, clothes remained on but it was amazing. To the point where she couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

“Are you even listening?” Nessa asked while laughing. Y/N blinked multiple times before she shifted her gaze towards Nessa; nodding. “What else is on your mind?” she asked teasingly. 

Before she got a chance to answer, there were three knocks on her bedroom door. Y/N jumped from her bed and walked towards the door. Nessa watched her wide eyed as Y/N peeked her eye through the peephole to see Luke standing outside of her door. She fought the smile forming to her lips as she opened the door and slipped outside.

Nessa gasped as she watched Y/N discreetly leave the room. Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he watched her slip out and lean her body against the door. “My roommate is here,” she whispered. He nodded, a small oh leaving his lips. 

“So for tomorrow, I’ve got ideas but I need your opinion,” he mumbled as he glanced down the hall. Suddenly aware of the public place they were at. Any one of his teammates could stumble upon them. 

“You could’ve texted me that,” she teased as she bit her bottom lip. His mouth opened as his cheeks flushed red as he fought the smirk forming on his lips. 

“Well, texting means I don’t get to see you and I wanted to see you,” he muttered as he looked into her eyes, squinting slightly. She smiled as she continued staring into his eyes. “So,” he started as he bounced slightly, “First option is the basic dinner and a movie. You pick the movie, I pick dinner, or the opposite. That’s up to you,” he paused. She nodded encourgingly.

“We could do dinner, dinner is in all of these options by the way, so then we go to dinner and then go to Top Golf,” he let out as he continued to scan her features, “And then the next option is dinner, obviously, and then we go ice skating which I feel is a little on the nose with the whole hockey thing but anyways.” he chuckled nervously. 

“And then the last option is dinner and then we go on a drive around town. I didn’t really think that one through as much as the others but I think it could be fun,” he mumbled. “We’ll eventually do all of them I’m sure.” 

She smiled towards him, “Let me think it through and I’ll let you know later,” she expressed. He nodded excitedly. She leaned towards him, pecking him on the lips before she slipped right back into her dorm room. Nessa was standing at the door. Y/N stared towards her with her mouth agape. Nessa was staring towards her the same way trying not to giggle. 

“When did that happen!?” she asked in a hushed tone. Y/N shuffled away from her and the door as she fought the smile on her lips. “Wait, I thought you didn't get involved with Ethan’s teammates?” she asked quietly as she followed her towards their beds.

“I didn’t until that one kept looking at me with his eyes and his tallness and his curly hair and his smile and I am in trouble aren’t I?” she rambled on as she collapsed on her bed. Nessa laughed as she sat down on her bed.

“Oh my god, tell me everything,” Nessa begged. A groan left Y/N throat as she held her pillow against her face.

~~~ 

It was the next evening and she was waiting for Luke to knock on her door. She was pacing back and forth, trying to decide if her outfit was perfect enough for her dinner and Top Golf date. She wanted to be casual but cute. She didn’t want to wear anything too tight.

“It’s perfect, stop freaking out!” Nessa let out while excitedly kicking her feet back and forth off her bed. Y/N sighed as she stood still, glancing into the mirror once more. “He’ll think you’re so sexy and hot and-” she was interrupted as three knocks hit their dorm door. Y/N’s eyes widened as she met Nessa’s gaze. “Deep breath,” Nessa mumbled as Y/N took a hold of her purse before walking towards the door.

She took a deep breath as she pulled the door open expecting Luke, but Ethan was standing at her door instead. Her eyes widened as she saw him, “Ethan, what are-why are you here?” she asked, Ethan scanned her frame. His face scrunched together.

“Where are you going?” he asked. Her mouth fell open but she shut it quickly while shaking her head slightly. 

“None of your business, what are you doing here?” she asked as she leaned her body against the door frame. 

“I wanted to see if you wanted to go out with the guys and I but it seems like you’re going on a date,” he said with a teasing smile.

“No, I’m just going out,” she said confidently. He nodded with a smirk before he took a step backwards.

“Have fun, not too much fun. I’m not ready to be an uncle,” he teased walking down the hallway. He walked back towards the elevator. The doors opened quickly and he stepped on. Y/N still leaned against the doorway to see Luke round the corner with his eyes widened. She smiled widely as her cheeks heated up.

He was wearing his baseball hat backwards with a simple black long sleeve with dark wash jeans. “Gotta go,” she muttered towards Nessa before she shut the door behind her. “Hey,” she let out as she walked towards him.

“Hey, that was a close one,” he mumbled. She nodded dramatically as they met up near the elevator to wait for its arrival.

“Yeah, I’m not ready for him to know about anything,” she said nervously. He nodded as he shoved his hands into his pocket.

“Yeah, I want him to at least get to know me before he realizes I’m taking his sister out on a date,” he muttered as the doors swung open. She chuckled nervously as they entered the elevator.

“Oh for sure,” she let out while meeting his gaze.

“I walked out of my room and saw him at your door and I spun around so fast,” he explained while laughing.

“That would ‘ve been one awkward conversation,” she mumbled. He laughed as he dropped his gaze to the floor.

~~~

The dinner was going great, conversation was flowing beautifully. He was the most perfect gentleman. “So if the Devils called you tomorrow, would you go?” she asked before she took a bite of the chocolate cake they were sharing. 

He thought about the question, there wasn’t many reasons why he wouldn’t go. He loved Michigan, he loved the team. He hated school but it’s always good to get some education before jumping into the league.

He tilted his head to the side, fighting a smile on his lips, “I think I can’t say no if they’d ask,” he said thoughtfully. “It won’t be for a few years though,” he muttered before he took a huge bit of the cake. She giggled. 

“You don’t know that,” she said, raising her eyebrows, he shrugged shyly. 

“What about you? What are your plans after graduation?” he asked, meeting her gaze. She shrugged, frowning slightly. 

“I have no idea, I’m an undecided major right now. Testing the waters on some things,” she expressed. He nodded, “I love kids, so maybe teaching. I don’t know yet,” she continued. He listened intently, loving the sound of her voice. 

“You’ve got a lot of time to figure it out,” he expressed as the waiter dropped the bill onto the table. Before she had a chance to reach over to it, Luke was already placing his card down. He chuckled watching her squirm and put her hand back into her lap. “You didn’t think you were paying did you?” 

“I picked the restaurant,” she said nervously. He smiled softly.

“I wanted you to pick a place you were comfortable,” he muttered as he ran his hand over his chin, “Also you’re never paying when I’m around,” he said with his eyebrows raised. She smiled shyly.

“What if Ethan’s with us?” she asked teasingly. His mouth opened and shut a few times before he chuckled.

“Touche, but I’ll still find a way,” he said with a smile.

It was a little while later and Luke was driving them to the Top Golf place a few miles away from the restaurant they were at. He was playing soft country music as they rode in silence for most of the ride. 

It was soft and easy. The only thing that was bothering her was the fact that he hasn’t touched her yet. Despite yesterday and how touchy he was then. Just as the thought entered her mind, he reached over and took a hold of her thigh, rubbing his thumb across the fabric of her jeans. She tried to contain her excitement as the soft gesture meant a lot more than he probably thought it did. 

Although, he was freaking out too. He was trying to decide when the best moment was to make a move. It was subtle, and to him, she barely reacted to it. 

They climbed out of the car, Luke quickly jogging towards her side of the car to open the door for her. “Thank you,” she muttered as she met his gaze for a few seconds before he rested his hand onto her lower back. He guided her towards the entrance of the facility.

After around ten minutes they were ready to go. He went first, to show her how it was done. He looked back towards her with a smirk and she nodded before she stepped up. Awkwardly trying to figure out how to hold it. 

“What are you doing?” Luke asked while holding back a chuckle. She turned her head towards him as she was trying not to laugh. 

“How do you hold this thing?” she asked, pouting slightly. He laughed as he walked towards her.

“You wanted to do Top Golf and you don’t know how to hold a golf club?” he asked as he walked towards her, standing beside her, delicately adjusting her arms and hands to hold it correctly. 

“I don’t know how to skate either,” she mumbled as she met his eyes for a brief second.

“Your brother plays D1 hockey and is drafted to the NHL and you don’t know how to skate?! How does that happen?” he asked while shaking his head. He stepped away from her while crossing his arms over her chest. 

“I played volleyball in school,” she said simply while chuckling before she swung and hit the ball very pathetically. She looked towards him, frowning slightly. He pursed his lips forward trying not to laugh. 

“Don’t laugh at me,” she said as she walked towards him, setting her club up against the chair before she looked towards his gaze again. He smiled as he scanned her features.

“Not laughing,” he muttered while shaking his head, he pouted his lips forward to stop the smile forming on his lips. He lowered his gaze towards her glossed lips for a brief second before he met her gaze one more time. 

“You’re literally laughing,” she said with a pout still on her lips. He took a hold of her hip and pulled her towards him, he kissed her urgently. He’s been trying to find a moment where he could kiss her. 

He missed the feeling of her lips on his since yesterday. It’s all that he’s been thinking about since. She smiled into the kiss as she rested her hand onto his chest. “This has been so fun,” she mumbled against his lips as his phone rang in his pocket. 

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he pulled his phone from his pocket. Ethan was calling him. He looked towards her panickedly. She shoved him softly, encouraging him to answer it. He cleared his throat before he pulled it to his ear. “Hey man,” he said, smiling awkwardly towards Y/N.

“Some of the guys are going to the bars tonight, you in?” Ethan asked. Luke tilted his head back, muttering a few curse words before he met her gaze.

“Not tonight, I’m out on a drive right now,”

“Oh come on, don’t be lame,” Ethan countered. Luke’s eyes widened as he took a deep breath.

“I-uhm, I don’t really feel like it tonight, what about tomorrow?”

“Alright, I’ll hold you to that Hughesy,” he mumbled before he hung up the phone. Luke slowly pulled the phone from his ear as he looked deeply into her eyes. 

“Are we going to lie to him forever?” he asked, swallowing hard.

“I don’t know,” she muttered as she delicately shoved him forward to continue his turn. She glanced down towards her phone to see a text from her brother.

E: Bars tomorrow? Nessa can come too. 

She stared towards the text, her heart beating rapidly.

#luke hughes series #luke hughes fanfic #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagines #luke hughes #nhl imagines #nhl #nhl x reader #nhl fic #hockey #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagines #jack hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagines #quinn hughes

[rimunagenius]

Would you be down to do a Kate fic where reader is a new transfer and Kate keeps seeing her all over campus and is quickly crushing on her (like she’s down BAD) Then one day when she’s going to meet Caitlin for lunch/coffee/something lol she sees her walking with r laughing then saying goodbye. Kate immediately starts interrogating CC the second she’s within earshot because she wants to find out everything she can about her mystery girl. CC laughs and says she transferred to play soccer and they’re in x class together. Then she’s like as fun as this is I’m starving so can we go eat now. From there she literally sees her everywhere because her and CC start to hang out outside of class, once she finds out r also played basketball in high school and college (focusing on soccer when she transferred) she invites her to pickup games or practice when she knows they’ll be using the managers to scrimmage and this is where Kate finally meets her and is officially smitten. R thinks she’s absolutely adorable and hopes this is the girl Cait said she wanted to introduce her to.

Everywhere

ʚ paring: Kate Martin x reader

ʚ word count: 2.2k

ʚ warnings: RPF!! , other than that, none that i can think of other than the use of y/n.

ʚ rimunagenius speaks: okay so anon, i love this idea!!…i loved it and im so sorry it took so long to write it and i may possibly consider writing a part two! I love the idea of Kate being so smitten for reader. she’s a sucker for a pretty lady! also i hope it’s okay that i kinda made the reader a ghost to kate..like kate needed to be actively LOOKING so it’d be better for when she actually saw her and i feel like this could’ve have been better so im sorry if it didn’t meet your expectations 😭

Everywhere. You were literally everywhere. She was definitely not complaining about it though. You were actually so beautiful. You were everywhere but near her. You took over her whole mind since this morning.

She saw you on what she assumed to be your first day. You looked like a lost puppy walking around looking for your class. "Hey, you doing okay?" Kate approached you, sliding one of the sides of her headphones behind her ear. God, you looked even prettier up close.

"Uh, yeah? I don't know where the science building is. I've been looking for about twenty minutes and no luck." You sighed, checking your phone, your friend Caitlin texting you while you pulled your schedule up.

"I can help. If you want?" Kate gave you a warm smile, looking down at your phone. She recognized the professor, having had him her sophomore year. It was a general education requirement for her major. "Oh, I've had him before. I can walk you and show you."

"That'd be great, thanks." The walk was quiet, kind of awkward. Kate was nervous to make small talk. She never thought this far ahead. Hell, she didn't even know she was walking up to you until you responded to her.

Kate thought about it the whole way to her next class. She thought about it the whole way back to her home. She thought about you. The way you smiled at her when she offered her help. She didn't know what was happening.

She's seen many pretty girls before and felt attracted to them but not like this. She's barely known you—talked to you for a total of three minutes...It wasn't possible. It wasn't going to be a thing. She'd probably never see you again. This campus was too big.

Kate had thought about you, and she wouldn’t lie and say that she didn’t try looking for you either. She’d take her time walking to classes throughout that day and to Carver Arena. She’d stop to get coffee and snacks she wasn’t going to finish. She just wanted to see you. You were the most prettiest girl she has ever seen. She tried to find you all the rest of the day. With no luck, and her taking her sweet time to get to practice, she didn’t see you.

When she left for a later class, right after practice, after practice had ended at six pm, she had finally seen you and Caitlin walking together. It was the most shocking yet, anxiety inducing thing she’s seen since she left you earlier that morning.

She was a ways behind you both, recognizing Caitlin first, still in her practice uniform. You were both heading the same way she was, so she just decided to stay behind instead of going to talk to Cait. She wasn’t going to go anywhere near you both, scared of being that close again and having to introduce herself. She’d be an absolute mess. It barely worked this morning, and she was not taking her chances.

It wasn’t until she saw you walking away, meeting up with this other girl, and saying goodbye to Caitlin, that she decided to catch Caitlin before she left. “Caitlin!” Her walk speeding up, looking in your direction making sure you didn’t hear her.

Caitlin looked behind her to see her frantic teammate running up to her. “Yes, Kate?” She smiled nervously, watching the blonde dart her eyes between you and her.

“Who is that?” Kate looked to you, blushing. Pointing subtly towards you to make sure Caitlin knew exactly who she was talking about. That’s when Caitlin smiled. “That’s my friend! She just transferred here. She’s playing soccer now.”

“What do you mean ‘she plays soccer now’? What did she play before?” Kate wanted to know everything about you. She already knew you were the prettiest girl she’s ever seen. But she wanted to know more.

“She played basketball too. Got a full ride to UC Berkeley with it.” Caitlin nodded her head, continuing on the path she was headed to. “We were on our way to our class, but her soccer teammate needed her for a minute so I said i’d meet her there.”

“Oh, okay. How do you know her? Has she always been that pretty? How many classes do you guys have together? Maybe I can “walk” you to it?” Kate started to ramble any question that came to mind about you. All of which were about anything and everything besides your name.

“Oh, my god. Kate. Slow down. Why so many questions?” Caitlin laughed, already having a small idea as to what was happening. “Just ask her tomorrow.”

Kate’s throat went dry. What did she mean? “I’m sorry, what?” Kate choked out. Caitlin gave Kate a blank stare.

“I invited her to our pickup game tomorrow. Just talk to her then.” Kate was already so excited but dreading tomorrow.

She really really wanted to see you, but she started to think about how you’d see her play and she’d have to possibly guard you. This was a lot. Kate definitely did not let this go. She was starting to get too nervous. She was getting self conscious. She wanted to impress you.

Kate got up the next morning to a text from Caitlin asking to get there earlier than planned for a shoot around before the pickup game. The reason why was very vague but she decided to go early. Caitlin had asked her multiple other times to meet up and practice shots. That’s where Kate had developed better confidence in her far-range shots. Her three game improving significantly.

But the more Kate thought about it, she didn’t even get your name yesterday. Not even from Caitlin.

Her nerves were through the roof as she walked out the house and set on her way to Carver.

Her face grew hot and red, suddenly her relaxed and otherwise friendly demeanor turned shy and antsy as she got closer and closer to you both, standing on the court while she set her stuff down. That’s why she wanted her early…forgetting to mention the why.

“Hey, Cait.” Kate walked up to Caitlin, her eyes darting between you and her. She was so nervous. You were just so pretty and so close she just couldn’t take it.

“Hey! This is my friend, y/n.” Caitlin looked to Kate, and then to you. You shook Kate’s hand. Immediately recognizing the pretty girl who had helped you find your class yesterday.

You smiled. Yesterday after she walked you all the way to your class, before you had walked in you thanked her and watched her go on her way. She looked nervous but so did you. You walked up to the door but stopped to look behind you. What made it more awkward is you both caught eachothers eye at the same time.

Cait💕

“You find your class okay?”

“yeah! some really nice girl helped me find my class.”

“Oh, awesome! The people here are way nicer than the people from California huh?”

Caitlin and you had grown up together. Two girls who loved the game of basketball. You got a full ride to UC Berkeley. Iowa skipping over you for an offer but getting Caitlin. You honestly wouldn’t have had it any other way.

You got to experience life outside of Iowa. It was a fun experience. You loved California but still keeping in touch with back home. You would’ve stayed if your injury your sophomore season didn’t pull you out of the sport completely.

Tearing your meniscus, ACL, PCL, and MCL. You tore them over a span of a couple years. Your ACL and PCL being the first to go in your junior season of highschool. The MCL your freshman year of college. You had been halfway into your sophomore season at Berkeley when you tore your meniscus.

You were told you were able to recover and go back, but your coach didn’t like that you were getting injured and submitted an appeal to have your full ride taken. That’s when the dean advised you to find a different career outside of basketball. So, you entered the transfer portal, losing your full ride, and ended back up in Iowa for senior year. You had played soccer growing up as well with your brother. You kept up with it outside of basketball only small scrimmages, nothing too serious so you weren’t injured for basketball. But Iowa had a great soccer team and you missed home, so you decided to come back and come back to soccer.

“They’re way nicer for sure…and wayyy cuter😉”

“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy”

“you laughed at, ‘Ohhhhhh myyyyyyyyyy’ ”

You were excited to meet the friends Caitlin made here in Iowa City after you left. Wanted to meet the women she talked so highly of. So when she texted you last night asking if you wanted to shoot around before doing a pick up game, you immediately said yes. Something about wanted to introduce you to a friend, hence having to get there early.

“Oh, you walked me to my class yesterday!” You stuck your hand out and waited for Kate to shake it.

Kate had been staring at you. She didn’t mean it in a rude or freaky way. She just was in shock. There was no way you knew Caitlin. “Uh, yeah! I’m Kate. I don’t think we formally introduced ourselves yesterday.” Kate giggled.

Caitlin raised her eyebrows. There was no way Kate was the cute girl you mentioned to her yesterday. No way. And there’s no way you had Kate Martin giggling at a handshake. This elicited a random giggle and ‘no way’. You and Kate turned your heads and looked at her confused. It finally clicked to Caitlin.

“Oh! Nothing nothing. Just that—Oh! Look! My ball!” She walked away to the ball she left at half court, leaving you two to stand in awkward silence before opting to get started. You guys were going for about an hour before Caitling and Kate walked up to the small team Caitlin put together. You watched them two walk away, shaking your head before walking over to your team.

That’s when Kate turned to look back at you. Watching you immediately make friends with the girls in your team. Which happened to be her friends too. Kate turned back to the team, a huddle being held…Kate’s face grew even more rosy when she saw her best friend caught on to what was happening. Caitlin had been giving her the biggest smirk when they made eye contact. Was it really that obvious that she had a crush on you? Could she even call it that? She just met you formally seconds ago.

The shoot around is where you and Kate really got to know each other. Exchanging stories and experiences, her asking all kinds of questions of what it was like in California.

How you knew Caitlin, which she was shocked to find out that you grew up here. That you and Caitlin were neighbors. She learned more than what Caitlin had been willing to tell her. Something about “you’ll know soon enough,” or “i’ll let her decide.”

It didn’t help that she had to guard you during the whole game, even though her being absolutely smitten from the moment Caitlin told her your name wasn’t already awkward enough.

The small praises you gave her while playing went immediately to Kate’s head. A pretty girl like you complimenting her. She returned them back, feeling less scared of her antics when she saw how you reacted to them too. It was the most nervous and overall mindfucking pick up game she’s ever played in her life. And she grew up with playing with bigger and stronger boys. Hell, she’s made it to national championship games and this by far took the cake for the most absurd and anxious game.

But you, made her immediately nervous. And she knew you knew. The small smiles and giggles you gave her whenever you saw her reaction to your compliments and praises, your touches to her body when you would pivot around her while dribbling, your hands brushing her hips when trying to blow past her and cut to the basket.

Needless to say, you both knew the effect you had on eachother. Which is why it was the longest yet shortest game ever. Because when it ended, and you had work to do and practice to attend, so you started to say your goodbyes to everyone.

You said goodbye to the new girls you made friends with, getting their numbers and then pulling your oldest friend aside. “Please tell me that’s her.” Your face burning up from the exertion and the thought of the tall blonde you could feel was looking at you from behind Caitlin.

“Possibly.” Cait raised her brows, mischevious smile on her face.

“She’s possibly the cutest thing I have ever seen, Cait. Please tell me that’s her.” You glanced behind Caitlin again, catching those oh, so pretty blue eyes. You both looking away immediately, you both blushing.

“I’ll talk to you after your practice.” She hugged you and you started on your way to your practice. Looking back to catch one last longing look to Kate. It was definitely her.

She was already standing and talking to Caitlin, big smile on her face, hair now down. God, she looked good.

“Please invite her to more of these.” Kate pleaded with Caitlin. That immediately earned a loud chuckle from the brunette. This was so entertaining. Her best friends having the hots for eachother was the most interesting thing to happen to her.

“I will.” Caitlin patted her hand on her best friends chest, starting to walk away. “I fucking knew it.” She said while she was a good distance from Kate.

“What?” Kate asked, already wishing another pick up game would happen or that she’d run into you soon.

“Oh, nothing.” Caitlin walked away, knowing she had to do something to keep you guys interacting. This game of trying to get you both together was more fun than, dare she say, the final four tournament??

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[judes-hoe]

https://www.tumblr.com/forzarma/747946322801360896/okk-but-like-jude-is-the-type-of-boyfriend-who

CAN YOU WRITE THIS

Ofc I will but I’ll tag her since it was her idea @forzarma 🫶🏻

Jude gets up before you everyday because of training, so when you wake up to get ready for work. You always see the sticky notes. They’ll always say something like ‘have a good day my beautiful girl’ or ‘I bet you look pretty:( I miss you’ sometimes saying ‘text me on your lunch break’ and they always make you smile no matter what it is. You keep every single one to. Even if he has the day off he’ll wake up about 20mins before you do to leave a note, when you notice he did that you would give a kiss to him on his forehead before leaving for work. Jude would also probably leave one in your lunchbox if you had one as a reminder to text him or that your his pretty girl. You would always blush and get flustered hoping your coworkers don’t see you like this. When you get home you definitely cover him in kisses.

Please request🫶🏻 inbox is open always even if it’s just to chat😁

#jude bellingham #judes-hoe😚 #jude bellingham drabble #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x you #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham imagine

[counterfics]

DOWNSHIFTING BOUNDARIES PART 4.2 (FINAL)

♡ Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Sainz!Reader SMAU ♡ Requested: Yes | you can send in your own requests here <3 ♡ Warnings: Cussing, Name calling, Gossiping, Potential misspellings, Rushed text dialogue? Female reader, Reader being a bad bitch (If more let me know) ♡ Desc: Rumors are not new to the f1 community, but when a f1 gossip page digs into a certain driver’s life and puts details of their private life on blast it starts to become an issue. With fans coming to their own conclusions and developing their own stories how will their relationship prevail through it? What new information about the driver and his personal relationship will be revealed to the public? Keeping boundaries up between you and your fans is quite a difficult task that Charles soon realizes. ♡ Notes: Please feel free to interact, and tell me what you think of the series! It really helps boost my confidence!! Also don’t feel shy to send asks or just talk to me i'm in need of mutuals and more ideas to create!! This is the final of the series, might add more mini blurbs here and there for it but no more big parts, so send in ideas for more things to write please!!! I was really happy with how I planned out part 3 and 4 in my notes honestly its pretty funny, if yall wanna see my thought process lmk LOL. I kinda feel like the ending was rushed so I apologize  ♡ Guide: f1 masterlist | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4.1| part 4.2 FINAL

♡ DO NOT STEAL, TRANSLATE, OR COPY MY WORK ONTO ANY OTHER PLATFORM !! ♡ main masterlist | f1 masterlist | Inbox | previous part | series masterlist ♡ sidenotes: I have made a forum that you can fill out to be added into taglists in general, you can still request to be added via asks, etc.. also thank you all for following the series so far it really means a lot to me! This finally got me back in the spirit to look forward to making things and writing again! Please reach out with ideas or just for a chat as I am lonely and need to keep myself occupied and busy! ♡ Taglist: [Some could'nt be tagged, you can fill out this form to be added to a general taglist if you would like since this is the final part of the series!] @stinkyjax @thef1diary @a-beaverhausen @ireadthensuetheauthors @dutifullyannoyingfox @ushygushybaby @janeholt3 @obsessedovermadrid @bokutos-babyowl @multi-fandom-fan221b @shiftermeance @mxdi0 @d3kstar @boiohboii @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @loloekie

#counterfics #.formula1 #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 imagine #f1 scenario #f1 series #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #formula racing #social media au #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc smau #charles lecrelc #carlos sainz #lando norris #sainz!reader

[triassictriserratops]

The 180 from how Katniss and Peeta are marketed as the safe healthy couple (which is what a lot of their relationship is about) to reading the actual text and witnessing two people who can’t live without each other and also have a lot of horny energy. Both of them really do seem to be eager to kiss and touch each other. They’re not really an innocent couple like the movies tried to make it seem

No, but like, it actually makes me ILL how down bad these two are for each other. I read this series nearly 14 years ago when I was 17 and I credit it for making me the absolutely wretched, thirsty bitch that I am. I've seen some takes where people say that she chose safe, calm love and while I get the idea - it's a misunderstanding of her monologue at the end about why she needs Peeta in her life. I think people read more than was intended in that "I have enough fire on my own" and kind of warped it to mean that her relationship with Peeta didn't have it's own heat or fire. THAT RELATIONSHIP IS SCORCHING AND THEY'RE BOTH IDIOTS, YOUR HONOR. I'm sorry, how is THIS lacking in fire? He tucks me in and says good night but I catch his hand and hold him there. A side effect of the sleep syrup is that in makes people less inhibited, like white liquor, and I know I have to control my tongue. But I don't want him to go. In fact, I want him to climb in with me, to be there when the nightmares hit tonight. For some reason that I can't quite form, I know I'm not allowed to ask that. "Why don't you get some sleep?" he says. Because I can't handle the nightmares. Not without you, I think. They are sure to be dreadful tonight. But I can hardly ask Peeta to come to sleep with me. We've barely touched since that night Gale was whipped. Instead he pulls me in close and buries his face in my hair. Warmth radiates from the spot where his lips just touch my neck, slowly spreading through the rest of me. It feels so good, so impossibly good, that I know I will not be the first to let go. There are literally so many of these but I'm going to limit myself to three because I'm on my lunch break and otherwise I'd be here all fucking day. (ALSO, ALSO, EXCUSE ME? SO IMPOSSIBLY GOOD???? I'VE SEEN FANFICTION WRITERS WRITE LESS THIRSTY SHIT THAN THAT, HOLY FUCK.) I maintain that if the movies had some sort of Lizzie McGuire-esque inner monologue cartoon version of Katniss, it would have been more patently clear just how fucking WILD Katniss was for Peeta.

#katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #everlark #the hunger games #thg series #thg #hunger games headcanon #thg headcanons #the hunger games headcanon

[aventurinemybeloved]

Summary: You have eagerly been awaiting your boyfriend's arrival after getting a text that his work was cut short, when you didn't expect to see him not even a second after reading it.

gn!reader, fluffy fluff again because I don't want to add anymore angst to this man y'all, he almost got german suplexed lmao

Happy Aven day guys!

Seems today is my lucky day, we got the job done quicker than anticipated, be prepared to see me soon~

Reading his message made you excited, it's not everyday that his line of work ended that quickly, more often than not it was the opposite, going days, weeks months even with having minimal contact with your lover due to how engrossed he is with his work, having a high position and all, but he never forgot to send at least one message a day to you, both to ease your worries and also quench his desire to talk to you again.

Your mind raced with ideas on what activities to do with the man once he's finally back home, of course you plan on making sure he's rested up first before doing anything but that still doesn't stop you from imagining date ideas, maybe a trip to a nearby planet that you've been eyeing of going to, or perhaps just a normal romantic dinner, the possibilities are endless when you're together with him.

So engrossed in thought, the looming figure behind you went unnoticed until it was far too late, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, as your fight or flight response activated right away, ready to beat the crap out of whoever dares to-

"Hey~ I was wondering why you weren't replying, only to see you standing here with that goofy look on your face"

Speak, or well think of the devil and here he comes, your eyes must be playing tricks on you, or so you think because there's no way in hell he's actually here so quickly, standing there wide eyed as the blonde just stared back at you without saying anything, but that sly smile tells you all you need to know.

And so, like the logical person that you are, you hit him on the chest, not that hard, but also enough to make him fake being hurt by the sudden attack.

"Ouch- come on what gives, is this really how you treat your boyfriend after he comes home?"

"I'd treat him much better if he didn't come home with the intent of scaring me to death!"

You exclaimed loudly, pouting as Aventurine merely laughs at the silliness of this situation, taking your hands in his, he gave it a soft peck as those eyes looked at you with such longing.

"Sorry, I just wanted to surprise you."

It was now your turn to give him some much needed affection, as you kissed him on the cheek, chuckling at his surprised expression.

"It's okay, Welcome home Kakavasha."

His gaze softened at hearing that name come out your mouth, the feeling of pride and love in his chest at the fact that he has someone like you here now, and he's never been more grateful for it, maybe it was his luck that brought you together, perhaps it was fate, or an aeons doing, whatever it may be, he's just glad to be home with you.

"It's good to be back."

#aventurine honkai star rail #hsr aventurine #aventurine x reader #hsr fluff #hsr x reader #belle writes

[wesawbears]

Sunshine Court broke something in my brain, so here's some protective Jean because my boy is not gonna tolerate whatever is going on with Jeremy's family.

Tagging @bienmoreau @faintlyglow and @betterbekind

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Jeremy's hands shake as he's getting ready for dinner with his family.

Jean doesn't mean to notice, perched as he is on the bed, watching the other man straightening his shirt in front of the dresser. Jeremy's very good at hiding it, with his easy smiles and easier deflections. By now, he knows it's an open secret that Jeremy avoids his family as best he can, and that Cat and Laila allow him his choice.

But Jean has spent his whole life reading into the slant of someone's posture to survive, and he knows the tremor in Jeremy's hands as if it was his own.

“You're afraid,” he says, the words arriving unbidden. But it's such a shock to see him like this– the man who stood in front of Jean at the darkest points of his life and refused to look away, cowed by the people who were supposed to love him. 

This was Jean's friend, his partner, and he was feeling unsafe.

Jeremy jumps at the sound, either lost in his own thoughts or used to the quietness of Jean for the last few minutes. “What?”

Jean weighs what he wants to say. He knows he's had his fair share of truths he's asked to keep to himself, and that Jeremy has never pushed when it mattered. But he also thinks about “for now”, and how hard truths can only be avoided for so long. “Is it your parents?”

Jeremy's eyes widen, a nervous fidget in the set of his hands. If he wants to lie, Jean's already decided to allow it. But Jeremy finally says a quiet, “Yes and no.”

Jean nods. “Do they- are you safe?” He doesn't think he's seen bruises, and he remembers the horror in Jeremy's voice as he told Jean that his parents should have protected him. But maybe he was projecting?

Jeremy's shoulders deflate. “Jean, no. It's nothing like that. I promise, they've never laid a hand on me.” He smiles, a crooked thing that has Jean following the curve of his lips. 

Still, Jean knows the way he's curled into himself, the way he's glancing at his phone as though it's about to jump at him. “But it's something.”

“It's just dinner. I can handle it. I know how to play the game and get out of there.” It's a perfectly neutral answer, but it's also more than he's said in months about what waits for him when he disappears to his family's home. Despite his living there most of the year, Jean refuses to call it Jeremy's home. His home is here, cleaning up with Laila and arguing with Cat, and where Jean can see him when his nightmares rattle him awake to count the rise and fall of Jeremy's breath from the next bed over.

“Do you want company?” It's a strange request, and Jean knows it as he says it. Jean still hates being around people, and speaking to a bunch of strangers even Jeremy is nervous around makes his stomach swim. But this is his partner, and if he needs him, he can be there for him. It is only fair.

Jeremy's face becomes unbearably gentle and Jean isn't ready to read into the fondness he sees there. “I will be okay. Like I said, I know how to do this.”

One part of Jean knows he should leave it at that. But the other part has cataloged the heaviness in Jeremy's countenance when he returns home– the rehearsed smile, the way he goes to bed early. The part that wins says, “I will walk home with you. When dinner is over.”

“You don't have to do that-”

“I want to,” he says, and he finds that he means it. The idea of Jeremy walking home by himself after spending an hour alone in a room of people is too much to bear. “Text me the address and I will be there.” He wanted to visit the grocery store anyway– he could do that while he waited. Cat would be happy to see the spice cabinet restocked.

“Alright,” Jeremy says, swallowing whatever protest sat on his lips. “Yeah, I'll- I'll text you.”

Jean nods, letting the matter drop while Jeremy finishes getting ready in amicable silence. When he leaves, it's with a nod that Jean recognizes, of someone who is resigning themselves to the inevitable. 

He doesn't know how to keep him from hurting, but he is at least well versed in the aftermath.

–

Jean arrives at the intended address at the appointed time, not wanting to be there too early and seem suspicious. Jeremy is not forthcoming about his familial circumstances, but he knows there is money involved, and in Jean's experience, outsiders were not tolerated. 

True to his word, Jeremy emerges after only a minute or two and his face lights up in a way that makes Jean's stomach twist when he spots him. He hurries toward Jean, and immediately begins walking once they reach each other.

It's easy to keep pace with him, but as Jeremy is about to breach the silence, a voice behind them brings him up short. 

“I thought you knew better than to bring people like that to the house?”

Jean bristles at the implication, but he's more concerned with the way Jeremy stills at his side. When Jeremy doesn't reply, Jean tries to ignore it as well and continue forward, but the voice continues.

“Flaunting it in front of us like you don't even care what you did to the family? You deserve whatever happens, you-”

“You will not speak to him that way.”

Jeremy draws back in surprise, but Jean keeps his expression cool as he turns to face Jeremy's brother.

“What did you say to me?”

Jean glances at Jeremy, sure he's crossing a line but unable to stop himself. “I said, you will not speak to him like that.”

A snort. “He's my brother. I can say whatever I like. Besides, how exactly are you going to stop me?”

“Jean,” Jeremy's voice is small beside him and Jean does not rise to the bait. 

He fixes the unfamiliar man with a cool glance. “Nothing. I know a great deal of small men exactly like you, and they always seem to get what they deserve in the end. I do not need to do anything to stop you. But no one has to listen to you either.”

With one last flat look, he walks, Jeremy matching his purposeful strides. As the silence grew longer between them, Jean wonders if he read this wrong, if Jeremy had not wanted him to say anything. Had he crossed a line? Had he made Jeremy feel unsafe?

“Thank you.”

Jean turns to look at him in surprise. “I did not mean to force you to face them before you were ready-”

“I'm not ready,” Jeremy admits. “And yeah, things will probably be pretty tense next time.” He rubs the back of his neck. “But- it means something to me that you were there. I– it made it easier, knowing you were there.”

Jean nods slowly, not trusting himself to be able to say anything. He had said it not because of anything owed between them, but because he could not bear to see Jeremy's light dimmed by those who were supposed to cherish him.

At last, he finds his voice to say, “I will not let you leave me behind.”

The smile Jeremy sends is a little tired, but it's also slow and soft and the first real one he's seen all night, so Jean counts it as a win.

Rainbows. Open roads. Friends. Jeremy's smile.

#tsc spoilers #the sunshine court #jerejean #jeremy knox #jean moreau

[quoththemaiden]

I hope everyone enjoyed the finale of @mrghostrat's Big Name Feelings Good Omens AU as much as I did. While ghostrat ended his story perfectly with a beautiful and realistic close to the part of their relationship we as an audience get to see, I had one more scene idea close to my heart and so I'm putting it out here because my heart still sings with love for this story and its characters.

These fanscenes now also appear on AO3. Along with the four I've already posted here (1, 2, 3, and 5), you can find a scene I kept off Tumblr ("Ch. 12"). You can read the final scene ("Ch. 17") below, but you can also find it on AO3, where it shows the text messages in graphical form.

Bilv, thank you once again for creating such an amazing story! I'm happy to say that my mind is no longer filled with your middle-aged men and their middle-aged-man problems. Instead, please enjoy these 3k words of pure fluff.

—

Crowley dumped his bag on the hotel room floor and did a lazy spin to take in the space. "Not bad, eh?"

"It's very posh," Newt agreed, setting his bag down more gingerly. "You're sure we can't pitch in for it?"

"I'm not dealing with you setting your phone on fire trying to do a transfer." Crowley waved the offer off and flopped onto the couch. The hotel suite had two small bedrooms plus a nice little sitting area that would be perfect for board games. It was set up to mainly accommodate a family with kids, albeit a family that could afford to splash on a multi-room suite for the family vacation to Spain. Crowley stretched out, shamelessly taking up the whole couch in a bid to ease the stiffness in his hips. "Tell ya what, if you're feeling guilty, you can buy my drinks tonight."

Anathema laughed and gave Crowley a poke in the side, looking quite satisfied at his jerk and yelp. "Knowing you, that will end up being a fair deal. And I'll take care of renting the wheelbarrow to cart you back here."

Crowley rubbed his side dourly. "Maybe I preferred you on the other side of the ocean."

Anathema grinned at him, unrepentant. "If you want to stay at my place while I'm here, I'll lend you my keys." She ducked a thrown pillow with a laugh.

—

The weather was perfect for sipping cocktails outside, and their mutual agreement to all try drinks they'd never had before helped keep the night from slipping away from them too quickly. Being able to chat without the artificial framing of a webcam was a delight, too, but all of them were too continuously connected to be interested in a strict phones-down policy.

Anathema rolled her eyes and took another sip of her drink before answering the text that had just popped up on her screen.

Aziraphale: Are you certain he doesn't know I'm nearby? Anathema: I didn't tell him, Newt doesn't know, and he doesn't have a magical angel-detecting sense does he? Aziraphale: I'm not so sure about that last point. Some of his last texts seem awfully pointed. Anathema: You're being paranoid

Anathema slipped her phone away before leaning over to look at Crowley's phone screen, where he was lining up a very artistic shot of his drink, showcasing as much of the swanky beachfront seating area as possible. She blinked at him slowly. "Have you been sending Aziraphale 'wish you were here' texts?"

Crowley glanced at her sideways, his thumb paused over the shutter button. "Maybe."

Anathema sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Are you an adult who can handle a vacation with friends or are you going to pine after your boyfriend all night?"

"I'm here, aren't I? It's not like we're tied together at the hip."

Anathema shook her head in fond exasperation. "Getting these printed on postcards for him would be funnier than this text spam." Crowley barked out a laugh and sent Aziraphale his next promise to take him here sometime anyway.

Anathema pulled out her phone again, tapping out a quick message.

Anathema: He says he's a full-grown adult who can handle being away from you.

There was a pause before Aziraphale responded to her — probably due to dealing with a barrage of messages from Crowley.

Aziraphale: A very convincing claim.

Anathema looked up as Crowley put his phone away. "All done?"

"Yeah, he's taking an early night." Crowley took a languid sip from his drink.

"How have his workshops been going?" Newt asked, fiddling with a vibrant russet cocktail in a type of glass he couldn't name.

"Good!" Crowley's eyes lit up with excitement, his cheeks pink. "We polished his presentation before he left—"

"I heard about that!" Newt cut in. "He said it was more like beta-testing than beta-reading."

Crowley snorted. "If you want to see what happens when someone goes against the script, I'm your guy."

"The reception's been okay?" Anathema asked. "I know getting audience participation at workshops can be pulling teeth."

"Nahhh, it's different in the library world. Those weirdos actually care about their jobs."

"So do I, but it would be pulling teeth to get me to do a 'group active learning exercise.'"

"Fair." Crowley grinned. "They know how to talk like humans, then. And they really are interested in anyone with tips on how to break into digital spaces in an authentic way."

Newt hummed thoughtfully. "He's really okay with talking about his online presence at work like that? I'd be way too embarrassed."

"Nah, you stop caring about that stuff when you get older."

Anathema snorted. "I'm still saying it's pure luck you didn't chase him offline again with that con nonsense."

"Pfffft." Crowley made a sound that was all plosives and no vowels. "Never even close."

"Right," Anathema replied with tasteful sarcasm.

Crowley cut her teasing short by slapping a yellow canvas pouch down on the table. "C'mon. Let's play a game!"

"Oh, Bananagrams!" Anathema accepted the diversion and unzipped the banana-shaped bag, pouring the Scrabble tiles out between them. She deftly started flipping them letter side down. "I don't think Newt's played?"

Crowley nodded and waggled his fingers at the pile of tiles. "Rules are easy: Everyone's building their own board-free Scrabble grid. You start with 21 tiles. Say 'peel' when you've used yours up to make everyone take another tile from the stock. Say 'dump' to trade one of your tiles for three from the stock. The first person to say 'peel' without enough tiles left for everyone to take one wins. Simple, right?"

Newt nodded slowly, watching as Anathema divided the tiles out neatly. "So they're putting Scrabble in bananas these days."

—

Aziraphale: Is he up yet?

Crowley gestured Anathema towards the table where their phones sat in a cuddly pile of charging pads and wires. "You got a message while you were in the shower. From Aziraphale?"

Anathema kept her face carefully schooled as she sauntered over and picked up her phone, using the need to adjust her towel turban as an excuse for not making eye contact. "Mm." She picked it up and read the incriminating message, then snorted. "Bracing himself for when your wall of texts will start, I imagine."

"Nahhh, he loves it!" Crowley snagged the glasses cleaner out of his bag and sauntered into the bathroom. He'd be wearing them all day and he'd murder someone if he had to deal with the scummy film left by hotel soap.

"Whatever you say, lover boy." Anathema breathed a tired sigh.

Anathema: Yeah, and he saw this. We should be at the conservatory by 11

She should have just taken the phone into the bathroom with her, steam be damned.

—

The botanical conservatory was, frankly, gorgeous. The greenhouses were so large the ceilings weren't even noticeable, and the outdoor gardens were a riot of native plants. Crowley devoured the signs about plants he was unfamiliar with with gusto, and pointed out those he recognized with the enthusiasm of a man determined to prove he wasn't hungover. Newt listened with unfeigned interest, while Anathema wasn't shy about slowing them down to take photos of particularly artfully arranged displays.

They'd been there about half an hour when a patter of English broke through the background chatter of Spanish. "Could you spot me the entrance fee for the butterfly room?"

"Aziraphale!" Crowley immediately spun to his right, his whole face lighting up in delight before realizing that seeing him here was, in fact, quite odd. "What are you doing in Spain?"

"I left right after my last workshop. I thought it might make a nice surprise."

"It made the best surprise." Crowley pulled him into an ardent kiss that went on long enough for Anathema to cough something about public displays of affection. Crowley eventually relented on the kiss, as much for the sake of their breathing as anything else, but kept his arm slung firmly around Aziraphale's shoulders. "You're a bit of a bastard, you know that? I could've been looking forward to this the whole time."

"Only as much of a bastard as you deserve," Aziraphale teased right back with easy familiarity. His heart kept pounding hard anyway.

"Heh. What a way to butter me up while you're angling for a free ticket." Crowley snuck another kiss onto Aziraphale's cheek. Aziraphale laughed as he slipped his arm through Crowley's, relishing the contact after their weeks apart.

The butterfly room, when they got in, was a riot of fluttering wings. The promise of iridescence was enough to get Crowley to remove his sunglasses, and a quiet compliment on his eyes from Aziraphale was enough to get him tucking them into his pocket instead of putting them right back on afterwards.

They left the butterfly room — with some careful mutual inspections to make sure no one was harboring a stowaway, involving perhaps a bit more care in running fingers through another's hair than was strictly necessary for the task — and emerged near the exit to the rose garden. Crowley's hand moved towards his sunglasses but Aziraphale put his hand on his arm. "Just a couple more minutes? There's something I want you to see first." Aziraphale glanced over at Anathema, who nodded slightly but otherwise kept her expression carefully uninterested.

Crowley looked between them and shrugged. "Not exactly subtle as far as hangover tests go, but a'ight." Aziraphale laughed breathlessly and kept a firm grip on his arm, drawing him deeper into the garden.

The rose garden featured small offshoots to the main path where groups could sit for a little while to rest. It wasn't until the third one that they came upon an alcove that was empty, and Aziraphale promptly pulled Crowley aside, Anathema holding out her hand to keep Newt just outside it with her.

"Crowley—" Aziraphale began, his breath catching in his throat as he caught Crowley's full attention. "I, ah. I actually came here because there was something I wanted to say."

Crowley's hand twitched reflexively towards his glasses again, but this time he kept it down himself, even as his heart started to pound. "...yeah?"

"Yeah," Aziraphale breathed out as he sank to one knee, reaching into his pocket. His fingers were trembling, and his smile was nervous but so very adoring. "If I ask you something, will you promise to laugh?"

"—huh?" Crowley blinked in confusion, then stared as Aziraphale opened a jewelry box to reveal a simple ring.

"Anthony J. Crowley, would you be my snouse?"

It took a few seconds for Crowley to register any of the words Aziraphale had just said, but then he barked out a laugh as the last one hit him. "Really? That's how you ask?"

"You don't like it?"

"I just... I thought if you did it, you'd do a whole speech for it. You even brought us out to a rose garden!"

"I'll be honest, I had one of those planned. I just... couldn't quite seem to bring it to mind." Aziraphale had no idea how he was managing to talk even as much as he was around the tightness in his throat. "You haven't answered my question, dear."

"Pfft..." Crowley closed both his hands around Aziraphale's. "Yes. Yes, of course I'll be your... your whatever. Forever and always."

"Thank goodness." Aziraphale half rose and was instead greeted by Crowley also kneeling, both of them moving together for a kiss that was slow and deliberate. Aziraphale could feel the pounding of his own pulse against the tight hold Crowley had on his hands, and he could tell how Crowley's heartrate had risen to match his by the way their kiss kept shifting for quick intakes of air. Aziraphale finally broke the contact only so he could gently extricate his hands from Crowley's. It took every scrap of concentration he could scrape together to find Crowley's left hand and slip the ring onto his finger. "...it fit okay?"

"Nggh," Crowley replied before pulling him into another kiss.

They might have stayed there all day if Anathema hadn't cleared her throat — snapping another quick photo as they looked up at her, flushed and frazzled. "We are still in public, I'm afraid."

"Yeah," Crowley breathed.

"Huh..." Aziraphale added, just as coherently.

Newt shook his head at the unlikely prospect of them getting up anytime soon, and looked over at Anathema instead. "How were you so prepared?"

Anathema flashed him a smile. "I knew this was coming. Aziraphale asked me to take the photos."

"Is that why you're here?"

"It was the other way around," Anathema replied. "Aziraphale realized he could arrange his schedule to join our trip partway, and we worked out how to take advantage of the situation."

"Bastard," Crowley muttered in response to nothing and everything, pressing tender kisses to Aziraphale's left ring finger like he could imprint a ring there with his lips. "Did you measure my finger while I slept?"

Aziraphale smiled as he watched him, his heartrate finally settling closer to normal under Crowley's reassuring touches. "It's scarcely my fault you're so easy to send to sleep, dearest."

"You're ridiculous. Adorable. Incorrigible."

"Are those all synonyms in your mind?" Aziraphale leaned in to steal another kiss.

Crowley laughed breathlessly at how easily they'd returned to comfortable teasing and carefully pushed himself up. He tugged his clothing straighter and tried to pretend he was put-together as he glanced at Anathema, who was grinning unabashedly at them. "I'll want those pics for... for everything. All of them."

Aziraphale put his hand on Crowley's arm for support as he straightened his own creaking knees. "I'm claiming Tumblr first, if you don't mind."

"Eh—" Crowley gave him his full attention again, not that it had strayed for more than a moment. "This will really get you notice, Angel."

"Good." Aziraphale took Crowley's hand and leaned in to kiss him. He rubbed his fingertip over the ring settled firmly onto a finger that had never borne one before. "Let them know who's claimed you."

Crowley snaked his arm around Aziraphale's neck, chasing down another kiss that went on long enough to have Anathema clucking behind them. "We're gonna get kicked out of the garden, Angel."

Aziraphale smiled against Crowley's lips. "Let them. The one we made is better."

—

Three bottles of wine sat open and mostly-drunk on the table, divided between four glasses that were using the remnants of the previous night's game of The Quiet Year as a coaster. ("We set it in an idyllic countryside and it all went downhill from there," Crowley had explained when Aziraphale came in and started examining the hand-drawn map. "I think the arrival of the dog was the real turning point to madness," Newt had chimed in. "It was doomed from the start," Anathema declared with a resigned sigh.) The red rings of wine stains could have added as much to the group narrative as anything they'd purposefully drawn.

"I came in like a wrecking ball~! I never hit so hard in love~!" Newt sang raucously, a broad grin on his face while Anathema laughed into her hand. Aziraphale tilted his head as he watched them, visibly processing the music.

"All the other kids with their pumped-up kicks, you better run—!" Anathema joined in as the tune jauntily transitioned to a new melody. Aziraphale's face froze into an expression of fond but intense confusion.

"Problem, Angel?" Crowley drawled, utterly amused as he watched the tableau.

"I'm fairly certain that isn't how those songs go. And isn't that polka?"

"Never heard of Weird Al? Bit bigger overseas, I s'pose." He gestured to Anathema's phone, which was supplying the impromptu karaoke party.

Aziraphale nodded, confusion dissolving and leaving just a hint of distaste in its place. "And a different generation, I suppose." He took another sip of his wine, a nice Syrah, as the melody shifted to a new and equally abrasive polka.

"I wear your granddad's clothes," the millennials continued singing, until one of them glanced at Aziraphale and started laughing and the other followed suit, wineglass held out in an attempt to insulate it from deep belly laughs. Crowley snagged it deftly and set it on the table, another drop of wine rolling down to stain the paper there. Aziraphale rolled his eyes, much more amused at their drunken good humor than offended.

Crowley patted Aziraphale's thigh. "Want to take the rest of that Syrah back to my room and leave the loverbirds to it?"

"It would still be rather noisy if we stayed here," Aziraphale replied with a tempting smile. "Why don't you come back to mine?"

Crowley leaned forward eagerly, only a fraction away from jumping up at the unexpected invitation. "Oh?"

"Well, the room may not wind up being quite as nice as the one you got, but I thought for our first night together as a formally promised couple..." Aziraphale's smile said everything.

"You're a genius." Crowley kissed his cheek and grabbed Aziraphale's hand to pull him up with him, then firmly refused to let it go despite the challenge of tucking a wine bottle under his arm while juggling a wine glass and his phone.

Aziraphale laughed. "We can take two trips, since you'll want your bag. Did you leave it packed?"

"Like always." Crowley grinned. "Not going to rib on me for that ever again, huh?"

"One occasion of convenience is not worth the wrinkles, my dear," Aziraphale responded with all the primness he could muster around a wide grin.

Crowley laughed and took the opportunity of Aziraphale opening the hotel room door to crowd closer and steal an eager kiss that was just as eagerly given. "You really managed to hold in that you'd gotten us a room all day?"

"I kept the trip secret from you too, didn't I?"

"Age will not wither," Crowley chuckled and nipped Aziraphale's ear. "C'mon, let's see that room. Coming back for pyjamas optional."

The two of them left the hotel suite hand-in-hand, with everything they truly needed already right there with them.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #bnf au #ineffable husbands #fanfiction of fanfiction #my writing #middle-aged men and their middle-aged-man joy

[thewintersoldierdisaster]

you calling Matt historical for any reason,how does he calm you over the phone?

my sweet yapper playoff bound baby!! ☺️

i think he’s a little distracted when he initially answers your call, thinking you’re going to talk about the game and your day and then go to bed

so when he hears your gasping sobs on the other end, he’s startled and immediately switches to concern

“hey, hey baby calm down, what’s the matter?” he sounds a little panicky because he has no idea what’s going on

once you’ve managed to tell him what’s happening and he’s clear that no one is hurt or dying, mat switches the call to a facetime

you almost reject it because you don’t want him to see you ugly crying but the sight of his face is calming

“hey there gorgeous,” he smiles reassuringly, “there’s that face i love”

you’re curled up in bed but he’s sitting straight up on the hotel bed, looking like he’s ready to sprint out of the hotel and come straight home to you

as much as mat doesn’t shut up, he’s also a really good listener when you need him to be

so he asks if you want him to just listen or if you want him to distract you

if you want him to listen, he just lets you go, interjecting every so often with a reassurance or a soft noise of sympathy

if you want him to distract you, he’s off to the races, giving you a blow by blow of his day - what he had for breakfast, for lunch, how his pregame nap was, every minute of the game, the locker room shenanigans, what noah said to him on the bus, literally any thought that pops into his head he’ll use to distract you

by the end of the call that’s stretched out into more than an hour or two, he has you laughing instead of crying and he’s grinning like an idiot because he loves to make you feel better

mat’ll keep talking too, until you’re asleep in bed and he has to be the one to end the call

the next day, he’ll have your favorite coffee and breakfast pastries doordashed to you as a pick me up

he’ll text when he can to make sure you’re still doing okay

and when he’s home, even if it’s been a day or so since you called him, he always always always crushes you in a giant bear hug and kisses you like he’s been gone for months

#asked and answered #noisywitchbeard #mat barzal headcanon #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal

[mins-fins]

where do we go

&&. conversations between lung destroyi— i mean, smoking cigarettes.

pairing: lee donghyuck x gn!reader

genre: some weird thing idk..

warnings: smoking, readers got some bad friends

word count: 0.9k

notes: can you believe this.. TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY!??? okay my first hyuck post today was a timestamp i posted while on the bus home but hey!! two posts in one day is crazy.. also both of them being for haechan, i don't like him guys i just had two good ideas containing smoking and he was the first idol that came to mind 😖 he's the loml fr 💗 but no no no im not a sunflower dont get it wrong 🙏 also i dont smoke, based this off shit i've read and observing all the adults in my life who smoke around me 🙁 dont crucify me for not being accurate #smokers

"you have a lighter?"

the question strikes you as odd. you snap out of your street lamp gazing and turn to the stranger beside you. you blink a few times, as if you couldn't fathom why such a question would be asked. the stranger waits patiently for your answer, mouth seemingly zipped shut after asking the question. "what?" you inquire like an idiot.

"a lighter" he reiterates, raising an inflammable joint tucked between his index and middle finger in the air. you allow for your mouth to form a small 'o', and you clear your throat, suddenly feeling flustered. he snickers lightly, and your almost afraid that he's laughing at you. "you don't smoke?"

you smile weakly, just sighing as you begin rummaging through your pockets. "no it's just.. today's not my day, i'm upset about some shit that's all" when you finally find the lighter you remember you placed into your pocket, you passed it over to him with a throw. "here".

the stranger doesn't seem to be that interested in your lighter anymore, his face coloring in concern at the sound of you being upset. you aren't sure why he even cares, there's no reason for him to. you ignore his look of concern, just rubbing your eyes. "oh? what's upsetting you so much?"

you allow for yourself to snort at the words. "it's nothing, really, i don't want to burden you with my issues" you dismiss him with a wave, watching as he lights the cigarette and takes his first drag of the joint.

"no please" he responds, blowing the smoke out through his lips. he tosses you back your lighter. "you gave me your lighter, so i'll sit here and listen to you vent your issues" he places a prideful hand on his chest, as if you were supposed to celebrate him for that or something.

"wow, should i clap for you to honor such generosity?"

"well you don't have to, but i would love if you did" oh! so this guy is a comedian, your tongue pokes through your inner cheek as you let out another silent sigh, straightening your posture in your seat. your train isn't coming for another ten minutes.

"oh lord where are my manners? lee donghyuck!" he pairs a charming smile with his introduction, and you almost laugh (key word: almost) at the allure of this stranger. he holds out his hand for you to take, presumably for a handshake, and it's not like it'll kill you or anything, so you take his hand, shaking it.

"l/n y/n" you respond, he doesn't hold your hand for long, his grip quickly slipping away from yours as he leans back in his seat sighing.

"alright then, y/n" he begins, playing with the joint in his fingers. "what's making you so upset tonight?"

"do i have to tell you?"

"would you rather sit here in silence and watch me destroy my lungs?"

the answer to that question is easy, no, when given the ultimatum, talking about your issues seems much easier than whatever else he was saying. "it's just— my friends suck! they call me overdramatic for wanting birthday gifts and then they proceed to blow up my phone with texts!"

donghyuck raises an eyebrow, blowing out more smoke. "they didn't even try to get you gifts?"

"they didn't even remember my birthday!" you shout, getting more and more irritated as you recall the incident. "i've literally gotten ignored all day, they only just remembered like two hours ago! can you believe that?"

"what a bunch of assholes.." he mumbles, a smell of burnt cigarettes in the air. "what kind of friends are those?"

"right? and now they're just expecting me to answer their calls!? they can go to hell for all i care!"

"petty" donghyuck comments absentmindedly, his smile doesn't go unnoticed by you, he has such a nice smile, you note. "i like it" he says again, playing with the joint in his fingers.

"i have every right to be petty, they don't deserve my attention.." you brush dust off your sweater, looking forward at the train tracks, your eyes cast up at the board which usually displays how long until your train comes. "you've gotta be fucking kidding me".

"what's wrong now?"

"train is delayed".

"ah" donghyuck resists the urge to laugh at your look of defeat, he doesn't want to upset you. "guess were gonna have to walk home".

you groan at the idea, but you stand up, though begrudgingly. "i don't live anywhere near this place" you shove your hands into your pockets, now annoyed by the fact that you'll have to walk home, just another horrible thing to add onto your horrible day.

"well, we could always walk together".

at donghyuck's suggestion, you give him a baffled look, and he finally does laugh at the look you share with him, taking another drag of the joint tucked between his fingers. "were still strangers, i'm not sure that's safe".

"you gave me your lighter, were basically soulmates".

the statement makes a baffled chortle escape your lips, and you click your tongue at his words. you try your best to ignore the constant buzzing of your phone. "wow, your a comedian aren't you?"

"a proud one too".

the words get another laugh out of you, and you look down at the floor, at your moving feet. "at least let me walk you out of the station, i don't want to leave you here".

"how endearing, lee donghyuck" you tease, finally looking up at him and meeting his eyes. he seems to like those words, because he allows for his lips to turn up into a grin. he drops his cigarette onto the ground and puts it out with his foot. "fine, i'll let you walk me out".

"thank you! i won't disappoint!"

#lee donghyuck #haechan #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct imagines #nct drabbles #nct scenarios #haechan imagines #haechan drabbles #haechan scenarios #lee donghyuck x reader #haechan x reader #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

[yeonzzzn]

jay au where y/n is also an idol and they have a situationship and they always do tiktok challenges together and when jay recorded a challenge with other idol y/n is like OHHHHH SO YOU *TALK* WITH OTHER GIRLS? and is sooooo jealous (literally me in my silly little delulu head cause wdym jay talks with other ppl???)

NO BC I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS CONCEPT‼️‼️such a cute idea!

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it’s just a tiktok challenge

paring: jay x afab!reader word count: 1.6k

You didn’t know what was worse:

1: Your situationship with Jay or  2: The fact that this situationship with Jay is a secret. 

You obviously didn’t understand how the world didn’t already know the two of you are more than just friends. Mostly since anytime there’s a new TikTok challenge, you were always the first person Jay called and vice versa. 

Of course, Jay used the challenges as one of the excuses to see you out in public. To drag you to whatever good spot for the challenge and have it secretly be a date afterward. 

Being idols has made it hard for the two of you to officially slap a label on whatever it is that your relationship is. Jay was your best friend and you were his, so obviously when the two of you are seen in public together or doing the TikTok challenges no one bats an eye at it. And anytime either of you has been confronted on whether it’s more than friends, you both deny everything. 

It sucked, truly. To keep the situationship such a secret.

Jay felt the same way. He hated having to find ways to sneak you into the dorms or sneak into yours just to have a quick fuck or spend as much time with you as possible in a way that the public eye wouldn’t know anything. All Jay wanted to do was scream from the rooftops about how in love with you he was. And the only way he knew how to voice that was through this situationship and the TikTok challenges. 

He’d always sneak glances at you while doing the challenge, as in a way of hoping you’d see it. Jay knew you had feelings for him too, you’ve both discussed your feelings, just not in depth. 

Both are so in love with each other but neither of you knew it. Thinking it was just a small crush mixed with friends with benefits and acting innocent when the cameras are on.

Sometimes you’d both risk getting caught, having a quick make-out session behind the stages or stairs or closet or wherever Jay was able to pin your body against him. Just to get his fix of you before having to go back to pretending. 

It’s award show season and all the idols are gathered in one place, taking selfies and videos, going on Instagram lives together, and of course; TikTok challenges. 

Jay searched the sea of idols for you, constantly checking his phone to see if you’ve texted him, but have yet to hear from you. 

Sunghoon nudges Jay’s side, teasing him about you and Jay flips him the bird, “Shut up! Don’t speak too loud.” 

Of course, his group knew about the two of you, and the same with your group. Who else was going to help film the challenges and sneak you both in and out of your company buildings and dorm rooms? 

Jay slides his hands into his pockets, releasing a sigh as he continues to search for you, only for Chaewon to pop up at his side, “Jay! Want to do our new choreography dance challenge with me? Please!” 

She clung to his arm, smiling at him. Jay shrugged, smiling back, “Sure why not! How about in the hallway? It’s got pretty good lighting.” 

Chaewon agreed, asking Sunghoon to film the challenge. Sunghoon took a smirking glance at Jay and agreed. 

Jay didn’t do challenges without you. It was always you or the members he did them with. So this was the first time since before meeting you that he’d do a challenge with another idol. 

They filmed the dance challenge, then Jay offered Chae to do their comeback title challenge too, to which she agreed. 

Your group arrived a bit late but still just in time. You smoothed out your white cropped tank top and double-checked your fishnet tights underneath your white jeaned shorts, your group was set to perform early on into the show, so you all showed up already ready. 

“He already thinks you’re sexy, YN, stop fidgeting with your outfit,” one of your elder bandmates teased, pinching your cheek, “You’re cute, he knows it.” 

You couldn’t lie and say you were just trying to make sure the outfit was okay, mostly when in reality you were hoping Jay’s jaw would drop at the sight of you. 

You released a sigh, looking out around the stage and the sea of people, trying to find him. You found his group, seeing all the boys huddled together and laughing at something Jake was showing them on his phone, but Jay wasn’t there, Sunghoon was also missing. 

You glanced more around the crowd, finally eyeing the two boys and Chaewon walking back to their seats. You watched as Jay and Sunghoon gave her a smile and nod before parting ways, reuniting with their groups, and seeing Jay pull his phone from his pocket. 

Pulling your phone from your back pocket, you went to his messages, typing out that you could see him and comment how handsome he looked, only to be distracted by another notification on TikTok: Enhypen posted a video! 

You smiled and clicked the notification, expecting it to be something silly Jay and Sunghoon just filmed, only for your smile to slowly drop at seeing Chaewon by Jay’s side. 

As if on cue, you received a text from Jay.

Jay: Where are you? I want to see you before you perform. I bet you look so pretty :(

You locked your phone and ignored his message. 

Jealousy wasn’t a normal emotion for you. You haven’t had to ever feel it, really. Yes, there were *small* moments but it wasn’t ever anything major. Until today. 

Your group was finally called to perform, your headsets and equipment being handed to each of your group members and being escorted to the stage. 

The performance was three song lengths long, and you kept your smile the entire time, only making eye contact with Jay once, trying your best to keep your eyes everywhere but at him. 

Once the performance was over, your group headed to a changing room. You glanced down at your phone, seeing multiple texts. 

Jay: god you look so good  Jay: <3 <3 <3 <3 Jay: those fishnets are killing me YN  Jay: meet me at the stairs the moment you see these  Jay: fuck the things I want to do to you right now. 

You thinned your lips in a line, debating to either ignore him or go to him. 

You went to him. 

You had barely pushed the door open to the stairs and took two steps down before Jay had his hands on your waist, lifting you off the stairs and pinning you to the wall, his lips crashing to yours. 

His hand trailed down to your thighs, pushing his fingers between the strings of your fishnets and squeezing the plush skin, “Fuck you’re so hot,” he whispered between kisses, shoving his tongue down your throat and rocking his growing hard length against your tummy. 

You placed your hands on his shoulders, slightly pushing him back from you so you could catch your breath, resting your head against the wall. 

It took one look at your face for Jay to realize something was wrong. Normally you’d be jumping his bones at this moment, but you’re clocked out and far away from here, far from him. 

He cupped your face, resting his forehead against yours, “What’s wrong, honey?” 

You sighed, pouting your lips and moving your head away from his and his hands, “Oh, nothing.” 

Jay took a step back from you, raising a brow, “That attitude says otherwise.” 

You crossed your arms, slouching against the wall, “What reason would I have to be upset, Jongseong?” 

He stared at you, running through every possible thing that could be upsetting you and then it finally clicked. 

Jay smirks, placing both his hands on either side of your face, “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” 

You weren’t shocked that Jay figured it out so quickly, he knew you inside and out. 

You shrugged, looking away from him. 

Jay pressed his body back against yours, bringing his face close to yours, brushing his lips against your ear, “You’re so hot when you’re jealous.” 

He nibbles on the shell of your ear and you bite your tongue to keep from whimpering, “I am not jealous.” 

Jay traces his lips down to your neck, “Baby, it’s just a TikTok challenge.” 

You scoff, “So you talk with other girls then?” 

“You are so jealous,” he chuckles against your neck, “Chaewon and I are under the same company, I can do challenges with her.” You tried to push him away again, but his body held firm against yours. 

You pouted more and tried to hold yourself together from exploding out your emotions. 

“Baby,” he whispered, moving his face back to yours, once again cupping your face, “You’re the one that I want, okay? I love you. I want you. There’s no need to be jealous over a TikTok challenge. There’s still so much more I can do with you.” 

You stared into his brown eyes, “You love me?” 

He chuckled, “Of course I do.” 

You felt stupid for being jealous, mostly when Jay is allowed to have other friends to do challenges with. You felt stupid for being jealous when he was in love with you. How silly you felt as you curled your lips into a small. 

“There’s that smile I love,” he smiled back, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks, “Now,” he went back into a whisper, sliding his hands down to your ass, “I have about thirty minutes before my group is called to perform, let’s make it count, ya?” 

You attach your lips to his, your hands working at his belt. 

At least to say, you both made every second of that thirty minutes count.

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Dolcezza Extra I

Read Dolcezza here | ~4.7k words

From me: this is something I’ve never done before: an alternate idea to something I've already written. I will be copying and pasting parts to keep the continuity but I hope you like it. It was pretty fun. The first couple paragraphs are from the original part. I’m sure you can all follow without me telling you all this. Have fun!

Warnings: stalking, scary (?) Also, no clue what kinds of protocols are supposed to be in place for this sort of thing. I don't think it makes a lot of sense logistically or law-wise. But that's not what we're here for, right?! I wanted it to kind of go right in the middle of Part 8, like starts in the beginning-ish part of it and end essentially in the same way.

It was one of those nights where everything was going wrong, and everything was too busy. Antonio was caring for Leo, the baby, and the missus—all sick with something Leo brought home from preschool, so Harry and Niall were left in charge. Normally, the sweet girl found her way down and situate herself at a station doing the takeout orders but given the little... spat (what else could he call it?) she seemed to be avoiding him.

His phone began vibrating in his pocket without pause for three full minutes, but he literally hadn’t a second to look at it. All he wanted was for the pretty girl to appear. He wanted to apologize profusely for overstepping. He just cared for her so much. Even if she wasn’t comfortable with how he handled things, he wanted to make it better. He cared so deeply for her it hurt to be apart from her without so much as a text message between them over the last two days. He managed to see her exit a car that wasn’t hers parked in her spot. At least her car was getting fixed. But he imagined she had another busy Friday and Saturday. He wished he could have helped more. Wished he didn’t mess up and revealed that he messed it up in a way he couldn’t fix it.

The moment the orders slowed, Harry was planning to race up her steps and beg for forgiveness.

Harry dropped a knife for the third time on the same onion he had been trying to dice for the last five minutes. He growled to himself, snagged it off the floor (nearly slicing his hand from his anger overtaking rational thought to pick it up by the handle), and all but tossed it in the sink.

“Why not just talk to her?” Niall muttered across the way.

“Shut up,” he snapped, bitterness coating his voice. Niall raised his eyebrows at him and shook his head. He turned the other way, turned his attention to the soup he was pouring into bowls. “M’going to,” he mumbled grabbing a clean knife as he started chopping again. “Sorry.”

He nodded. “It’s alright. Just thinking we could really use her help,” Niall smirked.

Harry snorted. “Y’could probably ask her,” he mumbled. “She’d come running t’help m’sure.”

“Yeah, but it defeats your whole she’s spreading herself too thin. And then I’m no different than rest, huh?”

Harry sighed, grateful for his understanding. “You’re a really good friend, Niall.”

“Don’t I know it,” he laughed. It was infectious. Hard to keep Harry in a bad mood and he prayed to God the orders slowed soon so he could run up and beg her to come help Niall and him because as much as he didn’t want to ask her for another thing, working with her on busy nights were some of his favorite moments.

Harry’s phone was still vibrating. He wondered if he set a timer for something and it was just going off continuously. “M’phone’s been ringing nonstop.”

“Mum?” Niall asked.

“No... she knows m’at work. Plus, she’d call the restaurant if it was an emergency. I gave her the number.”

“S’probably an alarm, yeah?”

“Yeah... probably.”

“Oh, she’s here,” Niall mumbled his gaze narrowing at the slip of paper in his hand. “Eggplant and two times the extra garlic bread…” Niall waved the ticket out like he always did when they realized the arrival of Harry’s Principessa.

Well, at least Harry wouldn’t have to sprint upstairs to apologize. Still, it was odd she didn’t make herself known when she got there even if they weren’t exactly on speaking terms. Harry glanced toward the window for a peek to see if she was there, but he was too far away. “Niall did you see her?” He asked.

“No…” his voice was low, over the bustle of the few staff that were in the kitchen, Harry hardly heard him. Like he was piecing a puzzle together. He was studying the slip. Like it would give him the hint.

“See who?” The hostess asked. She was grabbing a take-out order off the counter that Niall had just finished packaging. Niall slid the ticket into the holder still examining it.

“Principessa,” Niall mumbled. “She always orders extra garlic bread with her eggplant.”

“Oh yeah she’s here with her brother or something,” Antonio’s nephew, Matteo, jumped right into the conversation as he brought back empty plates from the dining room.

Harry’s head snapped up from the veggies he was cutting and tossing into a pot to make a sauce. “Brother...?” Harry didn’t think that made sense at all. He remembered seeing “James groceries” on her calendar while he cleaned earlier in the week. It was always done on a day when James had to work in the evening so there was no way he would have come all the way out here for dinner. Still, he thought Harry would have known if James was here—between his protective brother streak or even just saying hello and thank you for the food. Harry thought she would bring him right back here to the kitchen and make herself at home.

But maybe Harry misread it. Or maybe James finally suspected she was tired and strung out and was taking a step to help with his kind older sister.

“Well, it’s not dinner with you; so, who else would it be?” Matteo reminded them with a shrug.

Niall gasped dropping the plate he was holding, and it shattered to the ground. Everyone stopped to look at him and he grabbed the ticket once more. Like it finally revealed the missing clue. At the same time Harry dropped the fourth knife he was using because if Matteo hadn’t said “who else would it be” they might not have put it together right then.

Harry hurried to the window and searched. “Where’s she sitting?” His voice was hurried. There was a one second pause. “Matteo, now!”

“Corner, near the door. What’s—”

“Niall...” Harry’s body felt weak and shaky. His blood was hot and boiling immediately. His vision was getting blurry at the edges, and he had never felt so close to throwing up in his whole life. Not even when he had the flu in university.

Why was his phone vibrating still?

“Oh no,” he murmured reaching for the phone in his pocket.

“Shit!” Niall hissed looking at the direction of the man sitting across from the pretty girl all the way across the restaurant.

Harry slid his thumb across his phone without taking his eyes off the table across the main room. The weakness he felt ached through every inch in his body. “Eleanor, I—”

He yanked the phone away from his ear as she responded, loudly, shouting. “Harry! For the love of GOD! Do you never look at your phone!? Why do you even have one!?”

Harry felt sicker at the accusation. How could he not look at his phone? “El—”

“Harry it’s bad,” Eleanor sobbed, barely getting the words out. Harry could hear Louis shushing her as best he could. “It’s really bad.”

It was every one of Harry’s worst nightmares.

*

She was trying to process why the door was open. She quietly stepped back from her own door, but she wasn’t in control of her own body. Her heart was beating a little faster than normal. Her brain tried to reason with her muscles that there had to be a reasonable explanation. Instead, her muscles continued moving; she pressed the volume button on her phone to turn Eleanor’s voice down even though she continued rambling about how Harry adored her, and she was pretty sure he was in love with her too.

Not even the idea of Harry loving her could shake the nerves away.

“El... Eleanor,” she whispered listening intently to Antonio’s office door distinctly closing and three foreboding footsteps reaching her door. The clinking metallic sound of someone fiddling with the lock on her door came next. She had the phone pressed to her lips trying to soundlessly alert Eleanor as best she could as she scurried backwards as if the door was on fire. “El! STOP!” She hissed listening for more sound.

“What?” She could hear the eye roll in her friend’s voice. “You have to confront these emotions Harry is—” There was a low voice cursing outside her door as the lock was fiddled with more and she stepped back as the door opened. Her jaw dropped along with her phone smacking to the ground. She could faintly hear Eleanor calling at the sound of the noise.

The man before her smiled excitedly, relieved. “You’re home. I knew I’d find you,” he sighed with relief reaching for her. Instinctively she took a step back, it took every ounce of her self-control to keep from throwing up all over herself or the not-so-stranger. “I’m so glad I’ve found you; I missed you so much.”

Her heart was pounding erratically. Her only saving grace was knowing Eleanor heard. She reached for her phone. Autopilot. Grab the phone that clattered to the floor.

He kicked it out of the way. “You don’t need that,” he assured her with an easy smile. She straightened; cleared her throat.

“I…don’t?” She whispered. She should have spoken louder so Eleanor could hear. Of course, she loved her apartment, and she loved Antonio and the little family he invited her to be part of that was Dolcezza. Right then, however, she wanted to cry that her apartment was soundproofed beyond auditorial recognition. Her eyes dropped to the fabric in his hand. She swallowed the bile that continued rising in her throat while he looked at her as if he had known her his whole life.

“No,” he shook his head.

Her mind wasn’t working. She was exhausted and terrified and poor Eleanor was screaming from the other end of the line. He grabbed the phone. “Hi Eleanor,” he said simply. “She’s okay. We’re going on a trip, she’ll be safe with me,” he assured her.

Then he left her phone on the side table. Hanging up and leaving it there. It started to vibrate immediately; Eleanor desperate to hear her answer again. Instead, he ignored it, held his hand out for her to take. “I need my stuff—” she stepped toward her bedroom, but he grabbed her arm. She yanked it away, like he burned her. She gasped at the touch, and he frowned.

“Sorry—”

Her fight or flight kicked in and she bolted for the bathroom. It would lock and she would drop from the second story if necessary or scream until Harry heard her.

Oh. Harry.

Right as she tried to slam the door shut behind her his foot got in the way. She yelped as he grabbed her arm and yanked her out of the room. “Honey, stop fighting me,” he grumbled bitterly. She felt so sick. So scared. She wanted to scream and cry but it would be useless. No one would hear her. She needed to make someone hear her.

Slowly, painfully slowly, her brain started to work. It wasn’t much. But she prayed silently to herself that it would be. She took a shaky inhaled breath. “I’m…sorry,” her voice cracked, and tears welled in her eyes. She couldn’t look at him. She was too scared. It was a nightmare, but she could feel the way her teeth bit into her cheek. It wasn’t something she would be waking up from. “I’ve had a really long week and a really long day. I haven’t eaten yet,” she whispered. “I was going to go downstairs and eat at the restaurant,” she sniffled. “Can we do that? A date?” It tasted sour in her mouth to say it. Her fingernails dug into her palms reminding her further it was a nightmare. It had to work. Please let it work.

“A date?” He mused. He stuffed the fabric in his hands into the pocket of his pants.

“Please,” she whispered. “I’m starving.”

“And then we can go to my place?”

The idea was so nauseating, so terrifying, she worried that it wouldn’t work. If the food got to her table, she was so incredibly scared she wouldn’t be able to eat it. Her whole body felt shaky and clammy. Like when she had the flu. One bite and she would be puking all over her table.

But hopefully that would get Harry’s attention.

“Okay,” he agreed and held his hand out for her to take. It felt like cheating on Harry to hold someone else’s hand. She forced the tears behind her eyes and willed the nausea to stay in the pit of her stomach.

She placed her hand in his.

*

Harry was pacing trying to figure out how to tell her he knew. Niall was on the phone with the police begging for no sirens and no lights. Eleanor was, in the smallest of possible ways, relieved to hear she was in the restaurant and not halfway to somewhere they didn’t know.

Harry couldn’t see her face. It killed him. Why didn’t he go up sooner? Why didn’t he beg for her to come down and help so they could make up? Why didn’t he insist and help her stubborn self the way he wanted to?!

“Goddamnit!” He shouted and shoved a bin of clean cutlery on the floor. It was so loud the restaurant ceased to make noise for a prolonged moment.

“Harry,” Niall was off the phone with the police Eleanor sobbing in his other ear no doubt. “You need to be smart. They cannot leave before the police get here or we’re fucked. Eleanor already sent the detective on her case to his old place of residence and there is no sign of him there. So, if they leave…” he trailed off and Harry released a strangled noise from his throat. Not quite a cry, not quite a yell. The pain was so intense from the thought he thought he could feel it in the atoms of his body. “If you cannot have a controlled response...,” Niall warned without finishing the sentence.

Harry swallowed the feeling of being sick down. He knew what Niall meant. “Okay,” he croaked.

Everyone was still trying to work. But the whispers ensued. Within moments, everyone knew. Everyone was trying to piece together a plan and Harry felt so confused, so lost, so scared because the only one he could ever imagine getting out of this situation was his sweet Principessa herself.

“Alright,” he cleared his throat. He needed to be brave. She needed him. She never needed anyone. The weight of that made him terrified. Shaking his head he pressed the heels of his palms in his eyes to stop the stressed tears from escaping. He swallowed and shook his head again. She did the hard part. She got herself in the restaurant and Harry’s attention without even talking to him. “Niall, bring out the garlic bread in three minutes,” he ordered while untying his apron and heading for the door to the alleyway. “Tell Eleanor to tell the detective to hurry.”

*

The restaurant was easily one of her top five favorite places in the world. But right now, she wanted to scream and run from it. Where was Harry or Niall?! God, she wanted to kill Matteo. How did he not know? Wasn’t everyone under a silent direction to tell Harry when she arrived?

The worry began to take over. Harry wasn’t coming to her rescue because he didn’t want to. She pushed him away and he was going to let—

No.

Harry, despite how mad he might have been, would never let anything happen to her. She was certain.

Wasn’t she?

Perhaps Harry really just didn’t know. It was unfortunate, but there was nothing she could do about it. Especially without any indication that anyone knew she was there. Her back was to the restaurant, and she was still in her gym clothes. With her back turned, hair in a ponytail, she was probably less recognizable than normal. That had to be it. He had no idea she was there.

It was a miracle she could keep her breathing as even as she did. The thoughts started to spiral further. Maybe he wouldn’t know. It was really busy in the restaurant—Matteo might not have noticed she was there with a stranger when he seated them since the hostess wasn’t there. Maybe he didn’t tell Harry yet.

Her heart was beating so loudly in her ears it was hard to hold a conversation with him almost because she couldn’t hear him; more so than the fact that she didn’t want to talk to him. But she didn’t have a choice. He asked her about work, her family, and if she had been reading anything good. She wasn’t into it—it was obvious and she wished she was because the only thing that was going to save her was being able to play it off that she didn’t want to crawl out of her skin at the sight or sound of him. Her stomach was churning, and her voice was so quiet she wished she could do a better job acting but she was terrified. Pain started behind her eyes, and she wanted to scream.

“Good evening.”

Her head snapped up to Harry briefly, who seemingly appeared out of thin air. Her jaw dropped silently. She was really beginning to believe that he wasn’t coming to her rescue. But now he was there. He knew she was there. He was going to help. She was sure of it.

He knew she was there.

Her heart started to pound in a new way, still scared but for the first time in twenty minutes she took a deep cleansing breath; relieved. She looked at her lap afraid to give it away that she knew him.  “We are very short staffed this evening. We’re extremely sorry for the delay,” Harry sounded so formal, and she couldn’t look at him. If she did, she would cry. “Your food will be out as soon as we can. Please be patient with us. We’re very sorry.”

If she looked up, she knew his eyes would be looking at her. She knew his apologies weren’t about the food. The gravity in his voice said he was sorry because he didn’t know she was there sooner. He was sorry he didn’t come upstairs or to her rescue faster. A tear slipped across her cheek. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “Do you have a bathroom?” She asked.

“I don’t think—”

“Of course,” Harry interrupted hurriedly; she could practically hear the excitement in his voice. Like he was grateful she had a plan because he was a little stuck, a little lost. It made her feel weak immediately. The worry Harry must have felt because of her made her feel guilty and sad. She wanted to fix it and it was hard she felt like she was balancing on a tightrope. She hoped Harry wouldn’t hate her for running the second she had the opportunity. “I’ll lead you,” he offered.

“You just used the bathroom upstairs, honey,” the man reminded her. His voice was tight.

He was going to be mad if she left; that much was evident. “Well, I just—” She started.

“She’s all set, actually. Thank you.”

Harry stared at him. Weighing his options. She could see it. She cleared her throat. “Um...it’s okay,” she whispered quietly. Refusing to look at Harry again. If she did, she was going to blow what little cover she had. Poor Harry. “M’just a little tired,” she assured him, trying to sound braver than she felt.

“S’back and to the left,” Harry murmured and then headed to the next table and explained the short-staffed shift again. She wondered what he was thinking and what he was saying to the table. They looked like regulars, but she wasn’t completely sure because her mind was frazzled. Harry leaving her to fend for herself, even though he was only four feet away at most had her aching for him more than she ever wanted to hold his hand in her whole life.

Harry was losing his mind. He knew she understood his apology for taking so long. He knew that she understood between the lines that he was apologizing for Matteo’s mistake in not telling him sooner. Harry would have been out in the dining room so much faster. As much as it pained him to see her seated across from another man, regardless of the circumstances. It would have been better if she was with another guy in general. At least he wouldn’t be worried sick about her safety.

It took every bit of his strength to keep blowing their cover. To keep from shaking while he told the next table that they were short-staffed. They quietly inquired about the strange man sitting with the sweet girl they all had grown to know as their sometimes-waitress and Harry’s lovely Principessa. He quietly murmured something and then casually bumped into the table dropping the knife near the edge to the floor. As he bent to grab it, he murmured to the guy, pleaded with his eyes as he tried to whisper devoid of emotion. “Do not let her leave with him.”

Harry moved to the next table—strategically he chose the tables that allowed him to keep her in his peripheral. It was killing him. The shaking was becoming uncontrollable, and the whisper beg to the couples, imploring for help from the people he had gotten to know over the years, was getting strangled in his throat as he moved to the third and fourth table.

He was at a loss. The bathroom was a great idea, but he hadn’t a clue as to how to get her from point A to point B. Maybe he could pour hot soup on her, insist she come to the kitchen for help. But he wasn’t sure he wanted to spill their hot soup in her lap either. He supposed he could throw ice cubes in it and make it less horrible on her delicate skin, but he had to do something! His mind was spiraling. He wouldn’t see her in his peripheral in just two more tables and he was already about triple the distance of what he wanted to be from her—granted even an inch of space given the scenario seemed more horrific than he could bear.

He was feeling nauseous. Maybe he should just grab her by the hand and pull her away. But they had a chance to get rid of him. To keep him away from her once and for all. He violated the restraining order. That had to be something. He would have to go away.

Despite the fact she was so close but felt like an entire galaxy away. Harry was crumbling internally. This poor older woman who had been coming in every Saturday for years looked at him with pity in his eyes as he repeated his spiel once more. The agony he felt was in every inch of his bones, every pore of his skin. His eye was twitching.

When he got her safe and out of harm’s way, he planned on never letting go of her. At least not for a few days. He was going to kiss her and hold her. Apologize to her and cook for her. He wasn’t going to let her out of his sight. Harry was going to tell her he loved her and didn’t care if she was stubborn or felt like she was hard to care for because she didn’t like to be needy. He was needy. He needed her. It was killing him to be so close and so far away. So helpless and terrified that he couldn’t help her the way he wanted to right then. Even scared shitless, he thought she was beautiful and brave. So brave. She got here. She got his attention. That had to mean something. She believed in Harry and that he would find her or know she was there despite the frustration and anxiety she felt.

It was hard to believe it was only three minutes since he actually talked to her and apologized for taking so long. Niall came from the back with a plate of garlic bread as promised. Niall was going to come up with the next part of the plan, Harry hoped. Hell, he would go back to the table, feigning exhaustion for apologizing twice. God, he needed to get a bowl of soup, he was going to have to spill it in her lap! It was the only way.

Harry listened intently as Niall arrived at their table. He could almost see the glitter of her tears in her eyes. Nearly crying again at the sight of Niall. He wanted to make a joke more than anything that it had nothing to do with Niall but everything to do with her favorite bread in his hands. But he was mortified. Speechless in front of a table waiting with waited breath as they heard the murmurs and the wisps of what Harry managed to mumble before Niall’s arrival.

“Garlic bread,” he announced, as if she didn’t know. “Buon appetite,” he winked casually. He was far better at lying and acting than Harry or herself combined. She was itching to run. Niall and Harry, both could stop him. Someone would tackle him, right? She was fluttery. Ready to leave as soon as she saw an opening because she didn’t know what else to do. “Can I get you two anything else?” Niall asked kindly.

“I know you,” he said. It lacked suspicion but was no less terrifying.

She could see Harry’s back straightened in her peripheral and his speech silenced. Matteo and the hostess were working from the other end of the room at the same time. Probably explaining the situation to every table as quietly as they could just like Harry was.

Without any tell in sight, Niall merely tilted his head and looked at him. “Hmm...sorry. M’not sure I recognize you,” he shrugged. Niall stepped closer, getting a better look at the man across from her. His acting skills deserved an award.

But in moving closer, Niall also blocked her a good margin from his view. It was her chance. She bolted. Running from the main room and toward the kitchen so fast it took a minute for anyone to realize she was gone. She zipped out the kitchen door, back through the alley, and up to her apartment. She heard a shout coming quickly behind her, so she had to be faster. She hurried back into her apartment unable to do anything but grab her phone off the table and run into the bedroom and hide in the closet, closing the door quietly behind her. She dialed Eleanor. Her heart pounding as she heard the sound of steps. She left the door open to make it look like she ran back out, but it was impossible.

He was already in the apartment. Already tearing through her belongings, shouting, upending her furniture, and rifling through everything.

“Babe?” Eleanor nearly screeched with relief.

“I can’t talk,” she whispered barely an audible octave.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stay on the phone,” she promised. “The police are on their way.”

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Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Part 9

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**Warning: mature sexual content. 18+ ONLY! Minors, DNI!!!**

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“I’ll give this to your dad, and he can sign it for you,” Y/N said as she took the slip of paper from Max while he sat in one of the barstools at her kitchen island. It was another permission slip for something, and he’d asked Y/N to sign it as he’d pulled it out of his backpack.

“Can’t you just sign it?” Max asked her.

“I would, honey,” she replied. “But only moms or dads are supposed to do that.”

“You’re kind of like our mom,” he responded without missing a beat.

Upon hearing that, Y/N had to turn away from him, sudden tears nearly escaping her eyes as she digested the incredibly sweet and innocent way he’d said that, not realizing it was such a weighted statement. The fact that Max saw her that way was unbelievably touching and also a little shocking.

Collecting herself, Y/N turned back around.

“I’ll make sure your dad signs it, ok?” she said to him.

“Ok,” he agreed, sliding off the stool and heading outside.

Now alone, Y/N’s thoughts traveled to Emmett. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about their evening together at her house, or their flirtatious exchange several days later, but since then, Emmett hadn’t taken any action or said anything else to her to further hint that he was in fact interested in her that way. He wasn’t acting cold, per se, but whatever had come out during those times, he’d clearly tucked it back away, and she wondered why.

Had he simply gotten caught up in the moment, but wasn’t actually feeling what she was feeling? Or maybe he had been interested, but after further consideration, realized that she wasn’t what he wanted. She guessed that that was likely the case, and she felt the familiar pain of rejection and practiced the trademark self-criticism she put herself through often.

She reprimanded herself, telling herself that she shouldn’t be so surprised, but it didn’t make the sting any less painful. She had thought that she and Emmett were maybe going somewhere, that their connection was palpable and that maybe she could have with him what she’d always wanted.

​But then again, maybe it was for the best, anyways, she thought. As unbelievably touching as it was, it could be a problem if Max and Henry were starting to see her as a mother figure, because she and Emmett weren’t in a relationship, and she didn’t want them feeling confused or for Emmett to feel like she was overstepping in any way.

​Before she could give it anymore thought, her phone dinged, and she saw that she had a text message from Stacy.

​Hey girl, any chance you’re interested in a set up? I know this guy from work who I think you’d hit it off with. He wants to take you out.

​Y/N hesitated for a moment, surprised by the idea. Why did it feel like some sort of betrayal to Emmett if she said yes to Stacy’s offer? But then, she reminded herself that she and Emmett weren’t actually involved in any way, and since Emmett obviously wasn’t interested, why shouldn’t she try and move on? Deep down, she knew the date wouldn’t be anything that would develop – reciprocated or not, she had feelings for Emmett. But, it couldn’t hurt to try and distract herself while she worked to make those feelings go away. Before she could talk herself out of it, she sent a response to Stacy.

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•.•.•.•.•

“So, what’s the latest story with you and Y/N? Anything happen there yet?”

Stacy was leaning against the bench at Emmett’s shop as she waited for him to finish the task he was currently working on. She’d dropped by to bring him something to eat during her lunch hour, something she occasionally did in order to give them a chance to catch up. As he heard her question, Emmett stopped what he was doing and looked over at her.

“Is that the real reason you came by? To stick your nose in my business?” he asked.

“I’m just trying to understand why you haven’t made a move there yet,” Stacy replied. “With this little arrangement you have, you guys are practically functioning like a couple anyways. Why not just add in the sex and make it official?”

Emmett shot her a look.

“If you think I’m going to talk to you about my sex life, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Stacy snorted.

“We’re talking about you finally having a sex life again,” she retorted. “And from the chemistry I’ve picked up on between you and Y/N, it looks like it could be damn good.”

Emmett shot her another look.

“Well, thanks for dropping by,” he said as he pointed to the door.

“Oh, come on!” Stacy said. “I’m just trying to understand why you won’t do anything about it. You clearly have feelings for her. I can tell whenever you talk about what the boys have been up to with her. And she obviously feels the same – I see it every time I run into her.”

“How much do I need to pay you for you to let this go?” Emmett asked as he washed his hands at the sink beside the counter.

“I can’t be bought off,” Stacy replied.

After moving over to the bench and leaning against it next to Stacy, Emmett crossed his arms and let out a deep breath.

“She’s fragile,” he said. “She’s been hurt and treated poorly, and it clearly still affects her. I don’t know that she’s ready for another relationship, or whatever.”

It was true. After their most recent encounters, Emmett couldn’t get Y/N off his mind. But after he’d had more time to think about it, he realized that maybe she was still too raw from her previous relationship. She still could get so defensive, and although that didn’t bother him, now that he understood why, maybe it was a sign that she wasn’t ready for anything, that she still needed more time.

“You of all people should know that self-doubt is something that’s not easy to shake,” Stacy replied. “But that doesn’t mean that someone isn’t open and available for a connection. And you two clearly have that.”

Emmett scrubbed his hand over his jaw.

“I don’t want her to do anything she’s not ready to do,” he said.

Stacy turned and looked at him.

“I think you’re underestimating her,” she said. “And you both deserve to be happy.”

After a few moments of silence, Emmett turned and grabbed the bag of food Stacy had brought with her off the bench. After looking inside, he spoke.

“What would make me happy is if you could for once get the food order right.”

•.•.•.•.•

Leaving Emmett’s shop, Stacy paused before starting her car in order to send Y/N a message. If Emmett wasn’t going to make things happen, then she’d have to step in. Of course, she admired his desire to be respectful of Y/N and not want to pressure her, but he also could be so sure that he had things figured out, when in fact, he was wrong. She also knew that Y/N had a habit of trying to distract herself when things weren’t going great – she remembered Y/N telling her about all the ridiculous hobbies she tried to pick up after she first got divorced. She was fairly certain Y/N would agree to a blind date to try and forget about Emmett, and it would be just enough for Emmett to get jealous enough to do something. Smiling to herself, Stacy sent Y/N a message, and her smile grew bigger as she read Y/N’s response.

Sure, I’m game. When and where?

________________________

A week later, Y/N was busy going over a bunch of lists of picnic supplies, potluck sign-ups, and RSVPs. The neighborhood’s annual block party was that weekend, and she had volunteered to help organize it, along with several of the other neighbors. It was yet another distraction from Emmett, which she welcomed when they’d asked her if she wanted to help.

​Things between them were still friendly and positive, but they hadn’t had any more intimate interactions since the previous couple weeks. She tried not to dwell on it as she picked up her phone and began calling everyone who hadn’t yet RSVPd for the block party. Distraction was the name of the game, and if that meant figuring out how many picnic tables they’d need and how much potato salad it would take to feed 80 people, then dammit, she’d do it.

•.•.•.•.•

​The day of the block party came, and everything had been going off without a hitch. Y/N and some of the other neighbors had been dashing around to make sure that everything was taken care of, and when things had finally settled after the first couple of hours and everything was flowing nicely, she finally had a chance to just relax and enjoy the company of everyone.

​She and Emmett had met eyes a few times throughout the party, but they had yet to actually connect, and maybe that was for the best. She shouldn’t try to insert herself more than was natural if he wasn’t feeling what she was.

God, he made it hard, though. He was his signature charming self as she watched him talking and laughing with neighbors while also occasionally checking on Henry and Max as they ran around and played. He got roped into a game of Dads vs. Kids kickball, but it was the slow dance he was forced into with a 90-year-old neighbor lady when the music started that made Y/N unable to stop grinning. She gave him a sympathetic smile when he looked up and their eyes met across the sidewalk, and when he shrugged his shoulders at her helplessly, Y/N laughed before shaking her head and resuming her conversation at the picnic table.

Finally escaping the arms of his elderly neighbor, Emmett made his way back to the table he’d been sitting at with several other guys from the neighborhood and resumed talking. But shortly, he was distracted as he picked up his drink and saw Y/N move to another table out of the corner of his eye. She began chatting with the women at the table, and he watched her warmly smile at the others and laugh, her beautiful face glowing and her sweetness tangible. He had a hard time keeping himself from getting up and going to her.

She then shifted in her seat, and Emmett found himself unable to look away as another neighbor suddenly came up to Y/N and carefully passed her the bundled up baby she was holding in her arms. Her expression indescribable, Y/N’s entire focus shifted to the baby, and something stirred in Emmett as he watched her lovingly hold it as she kept talking to the mother. Suddenly, an image of Y/N – glowing and pregnant with his baby – entered his mind, and it took him a moment to get the picture out of his head.

Sensing someone watching her, Y/N turned her head and met Emmett’s eyes, and when she did, her heart skipped a beat as she met his smile with one of her own.

A little while later, as people were having dessert and the kids were running around the street with sparklers, Y/N grabbed a trash bag and began weaving among the tables as she collected empty soda cans and drink bottles. As she dropped a few into the bag, she suddenly heard Emmett behind her.

“Are you collecting those to use on me later?”

Smiling, Y/N turned around to face him, holding a bottle in her hand.

“Maybe,” she said, and then dramatically dropped the bottle into the bag. As it made a clinking sound, she smiled again. “Never hurts to stock up.”

Emmett smiled.

“I thought I’d finally gotten on your good side,” he teased her.

Regardless of the idea that he didn’t share her feelings, Y/N couldn’t help but to flirt back. He made it so irresistible, even if he didn’t mean anything behind it.

“Yeah, but I doubt you’ll stay there long,” she said.

Emmett was itching to grab her, but before either of them could say anything else, someone called Y/N’s name and told her they needed more napkins and plates for dessert.

“Here, make yourself useful,” Y/N said to Emmett as she passed him the trash bag. Then she gave him a final smile before heading towards her house.

Y/N ran inside her kitchen to grab more of the paper plates and napkins that had been stored at her house for the party. As she was moving around the kitchen, she heard her back door open and saw Stacy come inside as she looked up.

Stacy had come to the party with her own kids to join in on the fun, and she offered to help Y/N as she entered her kitchen. She had a little probing to do, and wanted to get confirmation straight from Y/N about her suspicions after witnessing what had just happened between her and Emmett.

“Oh, that’s ok, I’ve got it,” Y/N replied to her offer to help. “So how are you?”

“Good,” Stacy replied as she leaned against the island. “Really good. I’m so happy about you and Emmett, by the way.”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat, and she abruptly lifted her head and looked at Stacy.

​“What do you mean?” she asked, cocking her head. “What about us?”

​“The two of you finally getting together,” Stacy prompted, waving her hand in the air for clarity. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to make a big deal of it; I can see that you’re keeping it quiet. But I’m so glad.”

​Y/N shifted her weight to her other foot, then slowly shook her head. “Stacy, we’re not together,” she said.

​“You’re not?”

​“No.” Y/N shook her head again.

​“Really? But you two…it seemed so obvious.”

​“How so?”

​“Well, just the way you behave around each other,” Stacy explained. “I noticed it a long time ago.” She smiled almost mischievously. “It’s subtle enough, but anyone looking closely can clearly see what’s between you two.”

​Y/N blushed and shook her head.

​“Since I started helping with the boys, Emmett and I have gotten to know each other better and, because of that, become closer. But friendship is all it is.”

​She couldn’t disguise the disappointment on her face as she said that, which Stacy noticed.

“Well, you could have fooled me,” she replied. She then pushed herself off of the counter and folded her arms as she eyed Y/N quizzically.

​“Can you honestly say that you don’t have feelings for him?” Stacy asked her.

​Y/N drew in a breath and slowly exhaled. She looked distractedly at the countertop and mindlessly ruffled the paper napkins.

​“Even if I did,” she said quietly. “I don’t think he feels the same way.”

​“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Stacy replied. “He can be stubborn, is all.”

​“Well, regardless, it’s a tricky situation,” Y/N said. “Even if he did feel the same way, which I don’t think he does, I don’t want to cause any confusion for Max and Henry.”

​“They’d see that you and their dad care about each other,” Stacy countered. “What’s confusing about that?”

“I’m not their mother,” Y/N replied.

“You’re more of a mother to them than their actual mother ever was.”

Y/N frowned.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” she said.

Stacy stood up straighter, not addressing her previous statement any further.

“So, there’s nothing going on between you two?” she asked.

“No,” Y/N shook her head.

“Ok, so then do you still want to meet Sam? I told him you’re free next Friday. I think you guys will hit it off.”

“Yeah, sure,” Y/N replied. She tried to look excited.

“Great! I’ll tell him it’s on.”

Heading back outside, Stacy found Emmett at one of the tables gathering empty cans, and she spoke as she walked up beside him.

“Next Friday, you can plan on the boys being at my house after camp,” she said to him. “Y/N won’t be able to watch them if you have to work late, so they can come to my house.”

Emmett turned to her.

“What do you mean? How do you know that?”

“She’s got plans; she just told me.”

“With you?” Emmett asked.

“No,” Stacy shook her head. “She’s got a date. I set her up with this guy from my work and she agreed to go out with him.”

Upon hearing that, Emmett suddenly tensed.

“You did what?” he asked as he frowned.

“I asked her if she wanted to be set up with a guy from my job, and she said yes. I figured it was fine since you guys aren’t involved. If she’s ready to date, then what’s the harm?”

Emmett felt himself getting angry, which wasn’t a frequent occurrence. The idea of another guy taking Y/N out and getting cozy with her was not something he liked at all. Clearly, if she agreed to the date, she was open to a possible relationship, and whatever was between the two of them wasn’t enough to stop her from taking Stacy up on her offer. He glared at her.

“You need to learn to mind your own business,” he said. He then shoved the trash bag he was holding into her hands and headed toward Y/N’s house.

As Emmett made his way around the back of the house, he could hear Y/N moving around in her kitchen. As he opened the door and headed up the steps, she spoke.

“Hey, Stacy, can you grab these – oh, hi.”

Looking over her shoulder, she saw Emmett standing in the doorway, and he didn’t look happy.

“Is everything ok?” she asked him as she fully turned around.

Emmett stepped further into the kitchen, still looking at her.

“It sounds like it is for you,” he answered her.

“Huh?” she furrowed her brow.

“Stacy told me about your plans next Friday,” he said. “Didn’t think to check with me first?”

Y/N looked back at him confusedly.

“Ummm, I didn’t think it’d be a problem, since she offered to come by and get the boys and watch them at her place.”

“So, you thought you could just plan that without telling me?”

Y/N eyed him warily. They weren’t involved, so what made him think he had any say in anything she did?

“I didn’t think I needed your permission to make personal plans,” she said. “Especially when they have nothing to do with you.”

Emmett glared.

“You should have asked me first.”

At that, Y/N’s expression changed to one of annoyed disbelief, and she put her hands on her hips as she spoke again.

“Last I checked, you’re not in charge of my social life.”

“Someone ought to be in charge of you,” Emmett said as he stepped closer.

Y/N’s heart rate began to speed up. Where was this coming from?

“You clearly want nothing to do with me, so what do you care?” she asked him defensively. “Why are you getting so mad?”

“Why are you being such a brat?” he replied.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

Scoffing, Y/N shook her head and pointed to the door.

“Get out,” she said to him.

“Make me,” he replied.

Narrowing her eyes, Y/N took a step closer to him and made to shove him, but when she lifted her arms, Emmett grabbed her wrists and held her still. Their eyes locked for just a second before he roughly pulled her closer and their lips crashed together in an angry kiss.

Y/N tried to pull her wrists from Emmett’s grip, but he only moved his lips more forcefully against hers and pushed her backwards, her lower back meeting the edge of the island as she made a whimpering sound. Her heart racing, she tried once more with all her strength to pull her wrists out of his grasp, and when she did, she immediately flung her arms around his neck instead, pulling him closer as he planted his hands on her hips. Leaning forward even more, Emmett inserted his knee between her legs, and he heard her make a noise as the fabric of his pants brushed against the bare skin of her thighs under her skirt. He pulled away from her mouth and their eyes met again for a moment before he raised his hands slightly higher on her sides and gripped her torso, picking her up and lifting her onto the island top in front of him. He then roughly pulled her legs apart and planted himself between them again before grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her face to his once more.

Y/N moaned as their lips met again, and her hands immediately reached for his shoulders. She gripped his shirt as he encouraged her to scoot closer to the edge of the counter, and when he violently squeezed her ass as he pulled her to him, she gripped his shoulders and sank her nails into his skin in response as a surprised and mildly pained squeak escaped her.

Emmett pulled away from her mouth, looking at her again before dropping his head in the crook of her neck and kissing her there as he spoke.

“You’re such a brat,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Always such a Goddamn handful.” He kissed her neck again and slipped his hands under her skirt, pushing it up around her hips.

“You’re a jerk,” she replied as she lifted her hands and tried to unbutton his shirt. She only got two or three undone before Emmett grabbed her hands and pulled them down, pressing her palms against the counter and holding them there.

“Be quiet,” he told her, and then she turned her head to meet his lips once again, leaning into him as he released her hands.

Y/N glided her palms up his front and then dragged her fingers across his chest as Emmett shoved her skirt out of the way once more. He then reached up and pulled her hands away from him, forcing his own hands between them and cupping her breasts through her tank top. As he squeezed her, Y/N moaned into his mouth, grabbing the sides of his face and keeping him close as he pinched her nipples. When she whimpered again, Emmett lowered his hands from her breasts to her hips, hooking his fingers in the hem of her panties. He wrapped his other arm around her waist and quickly lifted her up to tug them off. They slid down her legs and off her, falling to the floor, and they kissed again as Y/N’s hands brushed with Emmett’s as they both fought to open his pants. Y/N could feel how hard he was as she slid her palm over him, and her heart skipped a beat as Emmett groaned at her touch. But quickly, he pushed her hand out of the way, still kissing her as he drew himself out of his briefs and then roughly pulled Y/N the last bit to the edge of the counter to bring her as close as possible. In one swift movement, he entered her, and Y/N wrenched her lips from his and released an unbelievably sexy whine before wrapping her legs around Emmett’s waist. She gripped his shoulders again and her head fell forward against him as she felt him push deeper inside her.

Emmett groaned as he felt her walls clamp around him, and the sound of her little gasps as he began to move in and out of her were so insanely sexy that he couldn’t think straight.

“Not so sassy now, are you, princess?” he said lowly as he thrusted in and out of her again. “Hmm?”

“You’re...you’re a jerk,” Y/N breathed out again as her body rocked back and forth with his. But when Emmett responded by reaching down and pinching her clit between his thumb and forefinger, she couldn’t do anything else except let out a small cry. She gripped his shoulders tighter, but he quickly pulled her away from him and pushed her back against the island instead, now fully reclined as her back met the countertop.

Gripping her hips, Emmett looked down at her and their eyes met. It didn’t last long, though, as Y/N almost immediately squeezed her eyes shut in pleasure as Emmett picked up his pace, thrusting even harder in and out of her. When she squirmed on the counter, Emmett swiped his fingers over her clit again. She immediately arched her back and her walls clamped down in response, and Emmett’s mind became even foggier as he felt her tightening around him. But it was when she said his name that he lost it completely.

“Emmett...” she breathed out in barely a whisper, and with a few final repeated strokes to her clit, she came with a silent scream, her mouth falling open but no sound escaping. Emmett wasn’t able to stay quite as quiet as he followed immediately after her, groaning as he came before finally halting his movements as he leaned forward over her on the island, bracing himself with his forearms along her thighs as he rested his forehead on her stomach.

Slowly opening her eyes, Y/N stared up at the ceiling as she tried to catch her breath, vaguely aware of the party still going on outside. She could feel Emmett’s own strained breaths against her stomach, but she had no idea how to even process what had just happened between them.

There wasn’t any time to do so, however, as she suddenly heard one of the neighbors calling for her through the open window towards the front of the house, and when they heard footsteps coming towards her back door, Y/N quickly lifted herself up and shoved Emmett aside, jumping off the island and scrambling to step back into her panties as Emmett quickly zipped up his pants. When the neighbor called to her from the door again about needing her help with something, Y/N swallowed drily and then answered.

“I’ll be right there!” she called back.

Straightening her skirt, Y/N still couldn’t even process what had just happened. Instead, she looked over her shoulder at Emmett but said nothing when their eyes met, and before he could speak, Y/N turned and went down the steps and out the back door, leaving without a word and completely avoiding him for the rest of the night.

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Obito was an orphan as a kid(in the anime there was a grandmother) and was clearly not an overly rich boy. But how the hell rich was he as a shadow mizukage????? Plus kamui is literally the key to any money vault. Not only did Obito become super strong, he became super rich. If he was only rich in gold it would be fine, but there's a spare door in his personal bank vault where a commensurate mountain of mental problems lie. It's even a bit of a shame.

I now have an idea in my head... Someone wrote an interesting text here (if you know who, write in the comments, I'll note in the post) that Obito didn't give Kakashi a gift not because he didn't know what to give, but because there was no money for a good gift. So, au within canon where Obito just overwhelms Kakashi with gifts. Does he do it like Tobi or Obito does? Or doesn't show his face to Kakashi at all? Suggest your options as to what you find more interesting.

Kakashi: *receives an expensive set of kunai*

Kakashi in one week: *receives a very nice seal scroll from Uzushio*

Kakashi in another week: *receives an expensive set of poisons from Suna*

Kakashi, finally noticing some kind of note after many weeks of unprecedented generosity from someone unknown: "need help, I can't decide which country to buy a mansion in - rice country, tea country, or snow country? Write the answer on a note and leave it here, I'll pick it up."

Kakashi, completely horrified that his apartment is a freaking passageway and already knowing that this isn't a joke, writes back: "you know, it would be nice to just know the name of my secret admirer or at least see you in person."

Kakashi, reading the note three days later: "that's impossible, and yes, I'm not a secret admirer, dammit. By the way, since you didn't pick one mansion, I bought all three, the documents are in the same place you usually keep them"

Kakashi, feeling a chill run down his spine and looking at the documents for three very expensive mansions: and what do people call this now? Charity????

Obito: I'm not Kakashi's secret admirer, that's stupid.

Also Obito: *buys Kakashi a damn library of his favorite books*

Kakashi, when he decides to have some fun and disguise himself as Sukea: *notices that he's out of makeup paint*

Kakashi: maa, damn it, now I have to wait two weeks for delivery

Kakashi the next day: *notices a 10-pack of the best makeup in his apartment*

Kakashi: what the fuck, how did he know about that?

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